It's Like Seeing A Unicorn, On I-5 At Rush Hour, And Being The First To Touch It.

That is how I feel about our new (to us) car. (I kinda stole the title from what Collin said about the car.) So, yesterday I sold my soul to the devil by taking out a loan from my in-laws to obtain this glorious unicorn whose name is Ricky, but I know it is totally worth it. We found Ricky on craigslist and I cannot begin to explain what an amazingly sweet deal it was. Ricky is a 1999 Chevy Blazer, four door, with four wheel drive, tow package, sun/moon roof, leather seats(that are heated!!!), auto dimming review mirror, keyless entry,the whole mother effing shebang! The guy that owned Ricky was an older gentleman who purchased Ricky new when he worked for Wilsonville Chevrolet, and they rarely used it, now they needed to make space. Ricky runs great, and for an SUV gets decent gas mileage. It is the nicest car I have ever owned. Yes, I will be making payments back to the in-laws, I can live with that, but I could not live with passing this car up. For the miles on it and the condition it is in, according to Kelley Blue Book, being sold by a private seller, Ricky could have easily gone for $5,500 to 6,500. Here's the kicker, we paid only $2,500. We easily saved three grand on the car (not that we could get my in-laws to loan us that much). I am extremely happy with the car. Here are some pictures of our unicorn, Ricky:
The Flash caught the reflector perfectly...
And in case you are curious about the name, here's the story. As you know our Nissan's name was Ethel from day one, so when we bought the Toyota from grandma it was only fitting she should be named Lucy (get it? Lucy and Ethel? It's an I Love Lucy reference). Well, now that we have a boy car it's only fitting we name him Ricky, so now it's Lucy & Ricky. Cute I know.

How Was Your Date? You're A Giant Toddler.

Okay, back on Saturday I ended my post with the fact that I felt like doing something. And did we ever do something. We decided to go to the coast, but really really didn't want to take either of our cars (definitely a good choice with regards to what happened yesterday with Ethel). Collin had the insanely awesome idea of just renting a car for the day. We started calling rental places in Salem and even went to Avis, but no one had any cars in. Our plan was looking like it was gonna die before it could ever get off the ground. We had given up all hope when I decided we should call the last ad in the Yellowpages that we hadn't tried (which happened to be Withnell Car Rentals), we called them and they had three cars to choose from. Choice numero uno: a PT Cruiser $48 for the day, numero dos: a Dodge Durango $79 for the day, and option numero tres: a Dodge Charger $60 for the day... Most know I love cars, and a 1969 Dodge Charger is my dream car to have, and I also like the new Chargers. I am sure you can infer from this which car I chose. And if you can't here's a picture:
I loved driving this car!!!! It was a 2007 Dodge Charger SXT. I want one so bad I could cry. I didn't want to take it back on Sunday. It was such a smooth ride. There were a couple times where I looked down at the speedometer to find I was doing around 80 MPH! It didn't even feel like it was going that fast.

We went over to the coast and went around the Three Capes Scenic Route, which includes Cape Kiwanda, Cape Lookout, and Cape Meares. We skipped Cape Kiwanda because there were so many effing tourists. We went to Cape Lookout and walked around and took some awesome pictures. Here's a couple:
Then we went up to Cape Meares, and saw the Octopus Tree.
Then we got back on highway 101 and headed south. We really had no clue where we were headed. After we passed Depoe Bay we pulled over into the little state park just north of Cape Foulweather (I think it's called Rocky Creek State Park...) and took some more pictures and figured out where to go from there. These are a couple of my favorite pictures:
I call this one the "Holy Seagull".
We then went to Safeway in Newport and then went back north to swing by my dad's and show him and my sister the car. On our way through Lincoln City the sun was starting to set and I took this amazing picture.

(that blogger isn't letting me upload so you will have to go check it out on myspace, I'll caption it awesome pic I wanted on my blog)

There are a ton of other pictures on my Myspace page, so check them out.

It was an awesomely unforgettable day. It definitely one of the top ten of my all time best days.

Now I am going to check my email and see if anyone has responded to the ad about Ethel.

Way Too Much Crap Has Happened Today For Me To Want To Fist You In The Ass

Okay, so I have really REALLY wanted to blog about what we did this weekend, but I haven't been able to edit the photos (I forgive you honey, I know you just wanted to be helpful) and I don't feel I could do the awesomeness that was this weekend justice without them. This will mostly be a quick little blurb about the shitiness that was Tuesday... Well I guess in the end it wasn't too shitty. You'll read what I mean.

Yesterday afternoon, about a quarter after four I get a call from Collin. He proceeds to tell me how the engine of the Nissan is spraying oil from a hole (pretty fan-FUCKING-tastic, right?). I asked him if he could make it home, he said yea. So then, being the person that I am, my mind starts running the gambit on all of our options. There's no way in hell we can afford to get it fixed (my money is on it having finally blown the head gasket), so obviously it's time to get rid of Ethel. What are we gonna do for another car until we get Ethel sold and can find a way to get another car? I know the obvious answer, and I didn't care for it much: Going to his parents to help us get a car (I know they would but I don't like having to get help from others, especially not them given everything they have already done for us)... Then my mind starts digging for alternatives... *ding ding ding* We have a winner! Joshua, the only person in this world I know that owns a car but has no license to drive it!! (As much crap as I gave him for not having a license I thank god that he doesn't yet.) I call him up and explain my dilemma, and being the amazingly awesome sibling that he is, he says we can use his car until we figure something out (it is after all just sitting at my dad's with expired tags, they expired June 13 of this year), we just have to insure it and put tags on it. So we take the Nissan off our insurance and then put his car on (it's a 1991 Ford Tempo w00t!) and then take off to my dad's to pick up the car. It had been sitting for about three to four months so I planned on having to jump it, but it started up without having to do so. We said goodbye to my dad, Jenn and Jordan (who says that next time I come over I have to bring him a candy bar), and drove our somewhat relieved but completely exhausted asses home. We ordered pizza for dinner (awesome idea honey, there was no way in hell I was gonna cook!) and then I went about seeing how I can get the tags renewed for his car without needing him there. Well, in Oregon, you can now renew the registration online for up to 75 days after they expire. As I mentioned before, I was exhausted so I tried to do the math in my head and I somehow came up with it being 77 days since the tags expired. "Well shit!" I thought... I redid the math this morning after having rested my poor brain, and realized that TODAY was day 75!! So I called my little brother and got the renewal access code from him (he had the renewal form), and went online and renewed the tags, paid with my visa and now they will be mailed today to my dad's house. Now I just need to call him and let him know to mail me the tags as soon as they get there. I will prolly have them by Friday or Saturday. So yeah, it's been fun, now I am going to eat my lunch. And, I promise, tonight I will get the pics up from this weekend.

I Hope The Neighbors Didn't Hear...

These are snippets from various conversations we've had recently. Me=pink Collin=blue. This will pretty much explain why we are in our now into our fourth year of marriage, yet still act like we just got together (and I mean that in a good way!). Enjoy!

I'm gonna throw a two year old style tantrum!!

Fine, you throw a tantrum and I'll do to you what I do to all two year old tantrum throwers.

And what is that?

I kick them in the balls.

You don't do that to two year olds.

Wanna make a bet?

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Don't start freaking out and punching him in the face.

Should I try your method? What is it again? Flailing your arms around in front of you?

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The hobbits are getting faster.

You heard them too?

Yeah.

I think they got mini bikes... Little bastards.

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Okay, so yeah. We are awesome. I think we might go do something completely unplanned today. Of course if I am telling you about us maybe doing something then I guess it's not entirely unplanned... We'll see. Peace!

It'll Put Chest On Your Hair...

Yet another quote I don't remember why it was said. I think it had something to do with spicy food...

Tomorrow is our Friday!!! I am so freaking excited.

Today was... I am not sure, it wasn't what I was expecting it to be. I think I was totally living in the motto "Hope for the best but plan for the worst." I was expecting more drama than what transpired, luckily Maury was there at noon to provide a pick-me-up for Renee and I.

There is a "dude" in Polk County Jail right now that... Well, I think he has some gender issues. If you want to see what I mean google Polk County Oregon Sheriff's, and look at the Current Inmates In Custody, and look at the inmate named Cross, Kenneth Keith. You will either be utterly confused, or laugh, or both. Renee and I were baffled at first and then slightly disturbed, and then started laughing. I mean, seriously, you never see that kind of shit in Polk County. Well, never before now.

I am craving something, but I have no clue what... And I do believe it is raining outside. Crazy to think it went from the high being 105 degrees on Friday to a high of maybe 75 degrees today.

Just have to make it until five pm tomorrow, just have to make to five pm tomorrow, just have to make it to five pm tomorrow...

I hate, HATE what MTV has become. It used to be about the music, then became somewhat about the music, and now, now you are lucky if they play music while the credits role from one of their dumb ass dating shows. Okay, okay, sometimes I like to watch Next, especially when it's a group of "fancies". They don't even show music videos in the morning anymore, at least not whenever I watch...

We got the invitation to Collin's best friend's wedding in the mail today. Now I have to work on finding an outfit to wear to the wedding. Last I knew, Collin is going to be one of the groomsmen, so I guess I should be halfway presentable. LOL! This is why I love Torrid.com... They have hot clothes for us fluffy girls. Plus, I still have my year long discount until December.

"Was that thunder?"

"Umm, no. I think it was a garage..."

If In Asia, Deepthroat A Yak, It May Save Your Life.

Or you could just wind up puking everywhere. I don't even remember how that conversation came about...

It was so freaking hot Thursday through Saturday I couldn't bring myself to use the laptop, it could have generated heat and my AC was working overtime. And Sunday I was still exhausted from Saturday.

I just posted a bunch of pics on myspace from this weekend. It was fun. We went down to Corvallis on Saturday and picked up my brother and then went over to LC. I took him to buy some shirts, and get his hair cut and then we went out to our dad's house. Saturday was also Jenn's 27th Birthday. It was so much cooler over there than compared to here. Jordan got home shortly after we got there, and I was surprised to see his hair was shorter than last time I saw him (in July), see the picture below I took while I was there on the Fourth of July weekend.

And then there's the pic from this weekend...

Apparently while at Grandma Sharon's, Jordan decided he wanted to give himself a haircut. He was too hot. And then after said haircut he refused to let anyone come near him with the clipper and just shave his head. He let Grandma Sharon trim it up a little, but (as you can see) it is still an ungodly mess.

Around sevenish we decided it was time to mosey on back to the valley, where we were sure it was still about as hot as the first level of hell. On the way to taking Joshua home, we had to stop in Monmouth and switch because my head was killing me and I couldn't drive the whole way to Corvallis. After safely depositing my brother at his apartment, we made our way home. It was only about eighty degrees at 10pm when we got home. I took a shower (I felt uber greasy from the sunblock I had put on earlier, ewww...) and then we stayed up a couple more hours so it could cool off more.

And I guess I should make mention of my mother (for those of you who read irregularly my mother is the queen of making me feel like a prat [another word I like that the Brits have] and complete and total shit), she called me about a dozen times on Friday, sometimes she left messages like, "Okay, well maybe you will answer in a few minutes...*click*" Other times it was like, "...............*click*" I knew that if I were to answer the phone all I would get is the most miserable, guilt trip ever for being so mean and rude for not being able to pick her up and bring her with us to the coast. Anyone who knows the are will understand this next part (those of you not familiar with this region of Oregon you can look at a map) my mom is currently residing in Sheridan, I took I-5 to Corvallis, and then, knowing that the Casino was prolly having an event and getting into LC from the north is always a bitch this time of year, we went over on Highway 20 to Newport, and then went up to LC. As you can see picking my mother up would have been extremely out of the way. Then after we get done in LC we head out to my dad's at this point in time I find that my cell battery is on the verge of death. Later Jenn and I had to make a quick drive down the road, I checked my cell, and (shock of shocks) my mother had called and left a voicemail! So I listen to the message that went a little something like this, "So since you have my son, are you gonna at least let me talk to him today?!" Thanks mom for making me feel so mother effing awesome! Before we left I made sure my brother called mom at grandma's house so they could talk, and lo and fucking behold, no one answered the freakin phone!!! More than likely now, my mom won't talk to me until she really starts getting cabin fever at her mom's. That's really the only time she seems to decide to call me, when she wants something from me. Not that I'd expect her to ever find the means to see this but: Thanks mom for making me feel like a pile of shit everytime I don't bend to your every want and desire! I do love the woman, but... UGH!!!

Now that that's out of my system.... This is a text message conversation between me and Collin from today:

Me: our power bill for the month was only 63.42!!! AWESOME!!! ... u know it's really hard to fire people when they keep calling in sick...
four hours later
i love you and miss you like madness
Him: love n miss you too . . . chris is out sick today . . . WEEEEEEEEEE!!
u get my earlier txt?
just read it that is awesome
I read that and started thinking, "What the hell is so awesome about employees not coming to work...???!?!?!"
and yea firing ppl sucks ball sack
Okay, now that was the response I was looking for....

I am sure the hilarity of the bathroom door story is still fresh in all your minds, well.... There's another chapter in the tale now.

Last night, (Sunday) I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. After turning on the water I realized I needed something from the bedroom (I don't even remember what), so I turn towards the door. I grab the knob and twist, but the effing door won't effing open AGAIN! The twist this time? I AM IN THE BATHROOM! After a few futile attempts at "unlocking" the door, I admit defeat and start knocking on the door to get my husband's attention (at least he was home this time!!) and he comes to my rescue. He took out the hinge pins, and was able to jimmy the door open. This time when the door released, the tongue latch thingy the goes into the door frame (yes that's right ladies and gentlemen, she used to work in a hardware store) just popped right out of the door (we didn't take the door knob off this time though). Needless to say, but we are going to be putting in a new bathroom doorknob on Thursday.

I cannot wait for Wednesday to be here, Collin and I get a four day weekend, then go back to work for five days, and then get a three day weekend (thank you Labor Day!). It will be so nice to just get to relax for a few days. Knowing us, I know that we will prolly do all of our normal weekend chores on Thursday, like groceries and laundry, so we can really enjoy our long weekend. Crazy to think Thursday marks three blissful (if at times stressful) years of marriage. It really doesn't feel like that long, but at the same time it feels like we've been with one another forever.

Well this blog became A LOT longer than I expected, so I will leave you now with a picture of me and my sibs, Joshua and Jennifer.

Okay... I will try adding the pics again later as it does not want to let me, so I guess if you really want to see them you will have to go on Myspace.

I Bet You Think I'm Kidding, But I Promise You It's True

Renee and I think our entire office could qualify for a no cost depression medication research study group. The only problem is we are certain that one by one we would all be committed. Of course, given recent statistics it would be fairly easy to escape from the state hospital.

Last night was exciting. Collin had his final physical therapy yesterday. Yay!

Shortly after he left I realized I had to pee. So I get up and walk down the hallway to the bathroom, and I try to open the door. The knob wouldn't turn far enough, it wouldn't turn at all. That's when I realized the effing door was locked!! The entire time (almost six months) that we have lived here the bathroom door has never locked.

I am standing there, trying the knob, pushing and pulling on the door, needing to pee like all hell. Then I think, "Okay, you have gotten through this type of lock before, just gotta get it unlocked..." I tried popping the lock through the hole in the knob, doesn't work. I tried using an old credit card, did not work. I tried a butter knife, did not WORK. By this time I really have to go. THEN I try a flat head screw driver, did not effing work. In complete and utter frustration, I used the screw driver to take the door handle off entirely, but after doing so the latching mechanism still won't release. I was on the verge of tears at this point (at least it would have relieved some of the liquid in my body). My next course of action: take out the hinge pins and try to take the door out that way. Some of you may not remember, but I used to work at the hardware store. I get the hinge pins out, manage to shift the door as far from the latch side of the door jamb, and try the butter knife again. After about two failed attempts, I managed to get the butter knife in just right, and got the latch to release. I opened the door just enough to make sure it wouldn't re-latch (that would have made me cry), then put the hinge pins back in, opened the door all the way, and put the godforesaken doorknob back on. Then I tested it a couple times to make sure it was unlocked, and then I finally got to pee. This whole ordeal lasted around forty minutes. The whole time I was yelling at my husband (who thankfully was gone) because HE was the last one in the bathroom. We will probably get a new doorknob for the bathroom so that it doesn't happen ever again.

Hopefully you got a laugh out of the situation, I did. It was definitely one of those This-Would-Be-Funny-If-It-Wasn't-Happening-To-Me Moments.

Also, last night my weekend plans were totally decided for me. My sister called (her birthday is Saturday) and asked if Joshua had gotten a hold of me. I told her he hadn't. She said he was wanting to know if I would swing down to Corvallis and pick him up on my way to the coast so he could visit too. Obviously I am going to the coast now, there is no debating going anymore. I wasn't sure that I wanted to, but now I'll get to hang out with the whole family. Plus, how can I say no to my little brother? So, Saturday I am picking him up from work at 11, and then we are going to good old LC (we are actually going into town at his request since he needs a haircut and a new shirt). Then we are gonna head out to Dad's for a birthday BBQ for Jenn. I have no clue who (if anyone) else is going to be out there. I guess we will see. I am gonna get some pics while we are there. Joshua wants a picture as proof of the tan he has got from walking so much (anyone who has met my brother knows why a tan on him is so crazy to believe). Plus I'd like a picture of all three of us siblings, and then maybe mail copies off to my grandma and mom (assuming she won't be there). I love her but I ain't giving her a ride over there, Joshua would kill me if I made him ride in the back seat with our mother. I am way too young to die.

This is a comment about a commercial Renee and I see every day: Why does she clip her hair to the side like that? It looks like shes wearing a wig, and she put it on backwards.

I am going to kill myself on the Wii now... Okay not really, it's actually extremely fun. Peace!

There Are Jellyfish With More Heart Than You

I was feeling list-y today, so I made a list of all the stuff I wanted to accomplish at work. I got them all done. I thought my blog would be a list too, but my thoughts are too disorganized today. It was definitely Monday, but not a bad one by any means. Actually a very good one. I wore my cool new t-shirt to work, it says, "TEAMWORK Is A Lot Of People Doing What I say". My boss got a kick out of that.

Collin, AKA Best Husband EVER, got me a boquet of carnations and mushy-gushy, lovey-dovey card (that he wrote himself, I might add). The girls at work are gonna love that, they're like the Collin Fan Club. Renee told me one day, "LiiLii (her nickname for me), you better not ever divorce that man." I swore to her I never will, and I mean that with every fiber of my being. I never expected to find my soul mate so quickly in life, but I did, and I thank my lucky stars everyday for allowing me to find him. He has helped me get past more stuff than he will ever know and has made up for all the dark parts of my life. Babe, I love you more than anything verbal, written, drawn, or physical could ever express. And whenever we're apart I miss you like like goat cheddar.

In other, less sappy news, my little brother got a job in Corvallis. Yay for him! I was so freaking worried about him. School starts soon and if he didn't get a job this month he would run out of money before it ever started. He is going to OSU for Forestry Management, I believe. OSU is one of the top schools in the nation for forestry. I am really proud of him. He has two to two and a half years of school left (he got two two-year degrees with OCCC, I believe). This is his first time living away from home like this, and he is surviving it. I will probably go seem him on the 22nd if he's available.

There are days when screaming obscenities seems like the best way to communicate, then there are days when the silence is louder than the screams.

People seem to move... A lot. We get address corrections on all our outgoing mail at the office when people move and put in to have their mail forwarded. It amazes me when in one day, in the mail, we get an address correction on the address our client, then another address correction on the address we just paid fifty cents for, and then at the bottom of the effing stack of mail there's the letter we sent in the first place with a sticker on it that reads (covering the address corrections)"NOT DELIVERABLE AS ADDRESSED" or "ATTEMPTED NOT KNOWN". I see this and want to scream we basically just spent $1.42 for the post office to say, "Dude, We don't know where this person is at, like sorry and shit..." (I am not sure why I imagine they have kind of a stoner surfer way of talking...) We spend fifty cents per address correction PLUS forty-effing-two stamps for mailing the effing letter in the first place. It's ridiculous! (If you work for the postal service please know that I respect you and all your work but lately some of the policies your bosses implemented are a little out of whack.)

Sometimes I think I am not arrogant enough.

On the Wii Sports there is the Wii Fitness Test, obviously we have been doing it (not as often as we are supposed to). Collin started out at either 34 or 36, not too bad as we are out of shape. I started out at 63!!(my excuse is that I had just been playing bowling, baseball and golf and I was sore as all hell) We did the test again yesterday (he's done it a couple times throughout the week, I had not) and he got down to a Wii Fitness age of 31, good for him. I got down to a... wait for it... 28!!! w00t to me!! That's right beyotch (this is directed at my husband)!! All is as it should be and I am younger than you!!

If I really felt that way I would tattoo your face on my ass.

I am debating going to the coast this Saturday. It's supposed to be hotter than a mofo here, but if it's gonna be just as hot there than... You see my point I am sure, at least I have AC in the cottage here. But, it is my sister's birthday Saturday and she wants me to come see her AND go out with her in the evening, but I am not a going-out type of person. I don' know we'll see. She might be able to persuade me, she has been wanting to go out since I turned twenty one (over two years ago) so maybe I will indulge her for her birthday, we will see.

This turned into a long blog. I guess my thoughts today were long. The day however was short. Thank god, it was a Monday after all. I am going to read. To all my faithful readers (Collin and Kristina) Peace out! To all my faithless readers, why not become more faithful, let my insane meanderings amuse you. The cat's rubbing up against my leg telling me it's time to go read.

Who Else Would Be Touching Your Leg If It Wasn't Me?

This was another awesome weekend. We did our chores (groceries and laundry), and then we went for a bike ride around the neighborhood. Then Collin went and got his hair cut, rented a game and picked up lunch. We tried Sonic for the first time (it just opened in Salem a few months ago) it was good.

I am on the fourth book in the Twilight Saga, Breaking Dawn, it is extremely good, like the three prior books. It's the one that just came out. It had a midnight release that almost rivaled a Harry Potter release. I got it the day after it came out. I have mixed feelings about them making a movie series out of the book series. If they take to many liberties with the story it will ruin it I think, but if they do it right I would love to see all four books made into movies.

I didn't sleep well at all last night, and my neck hurts so I am gonna keep this short and go read some more.

If You Hear A Whistling Noise That Would Be Your Soul Escaping Through Your Nose

There are some days when I wish I was British. Then I could say cool words like wanker, bollocks, take-away (instead of take out), fag (instead of cigarette), and pissed (instead of drunk). Plus I'd like to be able to say, "Are you taking the piss?" when I suspect someone of joking/pulling my leg.

I have, however, mastered saying, "The dingo ate my baby!" in a fairly realistic Aussie accent. Ask Collin, he loves it.

You know how some people have restless leg syndrome, well I have restless toe syndrome, and I seriously cannot control it sometimes. My big toes start, how can I describe it... They start tapping/twitching when I am either a. Bored or b. can't sleep or c. all of the above plus stressed. It's crazy. You know how musicians tap their feet with the beat? Well my big toes do that, at completely random times, and I sometimes don't even notice it.

Renee and I love to people watch (I think that's part of the reason we love Maury). We can't help it when we are watching cars or people go by but comment on them. What's even better is watching the goings on in the parking lot at our office. We have tons of stories made up about people, especially the ones we see on a regular basis. Our parking lot sits between our office and a chiropractor/acupuncture office, we rent out five spaces to the chiropractor's office. He put signs to mark his five spaces, do you think his patients park in them? Of course not... They instead take up ours! Anyways, I am getting side tracked.

There is this one couple we have made a story up about (we have crazy imaginations) that consists of an older (I'd say early to mid fifties) woman and a younger man (maybe mid to late twenties). He's Hispanic, she is Caucasian. One day, when we first saw this couple, they rolled up in her car, they got out, and kissed their goodbyes (and trust me this was not the kind of kiss you'd give a son or something), and she proceeded into the chiropractor's office and the dude went to the bus stop. The next time we saw them they went into the office together.

Now you know the background, so here's our story. We think that she is two timing her poor unsuspecting husband. We figure the young guy is like the landscaper or maybe a maintenance man. Her husband probably works for the state and logs in hellacious overtime, and naturally is just too tired to meet her needs so she went looking for some loving from this young virile male. They probably spend hours each day together, and she probably tells her husband she's "vacationing alone" (since he probably can't get away from work) so that she can go on week-long cruises with her boy toy. That's just our story for them. More than likely it ain't true... But it'd be cool if it was...

I am going to read my book now, maybe go for a ride in a while... Not sure yet.

K, I am glad I thought about it, give Em loves for me, need more pics, going through uber withdrawals!!!

Just Talk Yourself Up And Tear Yourself Down

Okay, about a month and a half ago (give or take) I read a blog that was written by a former friend. Afterwards I worried about her, 'cause things didn't sound all sunshiney and happy with her, but I did not want to be intrusive, so I let it be. Now I wonder if (and hope) her life is going well for her. I guess I could just read the blog, but that wouldn't be fair to her now, would it? If she wanted me to know these things we would be talking and she would tell me. Yesterday I almost did TWO completely stupid things.

First I considered reading her blog to see if she was doing better, but, like I mentioned above, thought that it was too intrusive, and invasive. I hope she is doing well.

Second (this one takes the cake in stupidity), I considered trying to message her through Myspace and see if she would talk to me yet (I was gonna ask her if we could talk and be civil adults)... This one I thought long and hard about, it's part of the reason I didn't blog last night. I really wanted to think how I would benefit by doing this. And upon reflection, realized more than likely she would just get mad at me. Obviously, I didn't end up doing it.

Well, it's time for me to get to work, so in the words of my non-Italian husband, Pasta Linguine (this is in place of hasta la vista). Peace.

I will blog again tonight more than likely... I think.

Baby, You Are The Weapon I Choose, These Wounds Are Self Inflicted.

Question: What is so freaking awesome about Fruitland, Idaho?

If you by chance are reading this and happen to be from there, or have lived there, or even visited there, please, enlighten me. A lot of people seem to move there from the Salem area. Well, people that owe money to businesses in the Salem area seem to move there.

You know, there's a bunch to be said about payday loans, how they are predator lenders and evil and blah blah blah. Me personally, I have never had one. Anyways, it always amazes me the extremely wide variety of people we get when we get new payday loans that were not repaid assigned to us. Some I see their bank statements that they provide with the application and think, "Um, maybe if you didn't go out to eat three times a day, every day, you wouldn't be in this pickle." I do understand that at times there are extenuating circumstances, but when you work for the state and bring home over $3500 a month, not including your spouse's income, you'd think they would maybe live within their means. It absolutely breaks my heart to see senior citizens who are on SSI have to get a payday loan and then not repay it. We had a gentleman come in and pay his back and he was almost 90 years old. Something is terribly wrong in our society when a 90 year old man has to take out a payday loan to make ends meet. Another thing that bothers me with the payday loans are the bank employees who get them. In the last few months we have gotten a handful of them for West Coast Bank employees, and Wachovia. Sometimes we see a US Bank or a Wells Fargo, very rarely a Washington Mutual. But even worse than a bank employee is someone who works at a fellow collection agency. You'd think they especially would know the gravity of not repaying the payday loan. It's just crazy.

I have a bug bite on the back of my right thigh and it hurts like all hell.

I feel like a freaking R*tard. This morning when I went to leave for work I started the car and it said I was practically out of gas. I got all pissed off thinking someone siphoned the gas out of my car. And then I was all cranky about that because I had emailed the landlord almost a week ago about the carport lights have been out for a while and the bulbs have not been replaced and she hasn't responded (and we don't have a step ladder or we would do it ourselves). The reason I finally emailed her is because one morning at about six, right after Collin left, I noticed someone out in the carport looking in my living room window, and it really freaked me out. So anywhoozle, I swing by the Arco and get twenty bucks worth of gas, go to work, call my husband to tell him about it, and then I shoot off an email to the landlord about this mornings incident with the gas and the siphoning. Then I go to take Renee to her dentist appointment and the gas gauge says it's almost completely full, and there ain't no way five gallons of gas managed to fill my fourteen gallon tank. So then I start thinking about how hot it was yesterday, and knowing the Camry, it was probably having a mental moment this morning when I turned it on (my gas gauge is digital). So at this point I am feeling totally embarassed about the email to my landlord about the gas siphoning because I don't want her to freak out the other tenants. She still hasn't responded to that email, and I wish I could just delete it somehow. Oh well, maybe it will motivate her to change the bulbs in the carport.

I am feeling like a chocolate peanut butter milk shake, so I think I am going to make one and then read. Peace Out!

I Am Your Mind Giving You Someone To Talk To

All right folks, prepare yourself for some crazy psychobabble...

More and more, I feel like my life has been split into two distinct worlds; the Then World and the Now World. I love my life in the Now World, and wouldn't trade it for anything, but I seem to have lost all but a handful of my dearest friends from the Then World. What gets me the most is that I can pinpoint the exact moment when the two worlds were split. I can't talk about that to anyone though because then I get these messages telling me I need to get a life and that I am a liar. I just miss my friends. I am finally out of exile (the time I lived with my in laws) but there's no one there anymore. I feel forgotten, like maybe I never really existed to them. I am at the happiest point in my life so far, but I don't have any of my old friends to share it with. I know I am partly to blame for not keeping in touch as well as I should. And huney (I know he is reading this) I love you like rabies but I miss my girlie friends. That's all I have to say about it, I guess.

Ugh, it's hot here today... At the same time I am trying to enjoy the warmer weather because I know that in two months it'll be crappy weather again, unless we have an Indian Summer.

Some days I love my office, and the people I work with. Other days I hate them all (except my BFF Renee) and wish I could just be at home. It's a small business and is very much like a family, we bicker, bitch and moan just like any family. We grieve when anyone of us suffers pain. We are happy when good things happen to us in and out of the office. If the job itself weren't so stressful I would never see myself leaving (plus Renee threatened to haunt me should I ever leave her there). And if the pay were better. Someday though I may leave, especially if I can find a job with Collin's company.

Working in collections there is obviously tons of over the phone interaction between us and the debtors, and it always amazes me the insane difference between the pictures we have in our head of what the person on the other end of the line looks like, and what they really look like. This is especially true of the athletic club accounts we get. Like today there was a guy who on the phone had a deep rough voice, we (Renee and I) imagined he would be about average heighth but built like a body builder. WRONG! He was prolly about six foot five and skinny like a bean pole. It's just crazy.

Well Collin is back with the Chinese (it is way too hot to cook). Yum!

Oh, and Kristina, I miss you like I am going to miss my left kidney when I sell it on the black market so that I can come and visit you and Emmy!!! I love you!

This Is The Distance Between Point A And Point B

July had a weird hold on me. I was constantly running late. No matter how hard I tried I just kept being a few minutes later than normal when leaving for work in the morning. I was still early, but not as early as I generally am.

Now, it's like August just shattered that hold. Even last Friday, the first, after leaving a few minutes late on each of the prior four mornings that week, I was actually ready to leave a few minutes earlier than my normal time... It was Ca-Razy. Today too, I did everything just like I had for the last month, but I was still ready to go early... For me. It almost felt weird after a whole month of being late, to suddenly be back on track again.

Keep singing Jill, it makes it easier for the blind sniper...

I noticed today, when I am doing my daily bookkeeping work my obsessive compulsive tendencies come screaming out of the shadows. I have noticed it before, but today I realized how much it irritates me when people mess with my "system." I have to have everything ordered a certain way, and must do things in a certain order, or I know everything will be wrong and explode. Okay, not really explode, but for example, before I confirm the total monies posted through the system, I have to add it all up on my adding machine. Or I just know it will be off, some how... It just happens. And then when I am getting ready to post, all non-cash items must be ordered by physical size and dollar amount size. So all the things that are regular check size are grouped together and arranged from lowest to highest dollar amount. Then I do the same with the money orders, the larger checks and the check by phones. It drives me absolutely crazy when someone comes into pay after I have all this done (written on the deposit slip) and pays with a standard sized check, because then I start freaking out, "What if they don't see the little check at the bottom of the stack and it gets missed, or lost, or they claim it as part of their "Holiday Party Fund"???? Huh? What then!!?!?" You see my dilemma I am sure...

No matter how you word this it sounds bad: My ass hurts today...

So, this weekend was fun. Collin had his doctor's appointment on Saturday, almost better. For our anniversary present we got a Wii. It is the funnest, most addicting thing in the world, next to sex of course. We did bowling, tennis, boxing, baseball, and golf. It was hilarious to watch either one of us try boxing, Collin is a lot better than me at it. My arms are still sore from the batting practice. We went for a bike ride Sunday morning, the little Hobbit bastards couldn't keep up with us on the bikes. (My husband just gave me a kiss and then called me a freak...) Then we went and saw Hellboy II, it was kind of slow at first, but I loved the artistic concepts in the movie. I love Guillermo Del Toro, we also love his movies Pan's Labrynth and The Orphanage. Both awesome movies that I would suggest to anyone who likes slightly darker things.

My husband has Native American heritage so I feel no guilt in saying this: To the Native Americans we gave blankets filled with pox, and relocated them hundreds of miles from their ancestral homes and in return they gave many of us gambling addictions... So who really won?

How would you respond to the following text:
"the big apple tree just fell on mom n dads house..."
I imagine, like me you would be concerned and dialing the nearest phone available to get further details, cause it's hard to text when you aren't sure whether to laugh or be worried. As much as I bitch about my in laws I love them dearly and was genuinely concerned for their welfare. They are okay, I don't know the extent of the damage to the house. Hopefully it's not too bad. I love my husband but seriously when you send someone a text like that, take a few extra seconds to include an "Everyone's okay." Sheesh.

My boobs are huge today...

I got the rest of the Twilight Saga books, they are so nailing bitingly good IMO, they each have this point of no return, and once you hit that point you have to continue reading until the climax or you go crazy. I think I am actually going to read more now. And probably do bills for the month, ugh. I hate watching all the money go poof! But that's part of being a responsible adult. Right?