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.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
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.
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.
Friday, August 8, 2008
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!!!
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.
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.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
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!
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!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
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!
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!
Monday, August 4, 2008
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?
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?
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