Thursday, July 30, 2009
I Am So Over This...
This being summer... I am ready for fall. My absolute favorite time of year in Oregon is the fall, mainly September and October. That's when it is still mild here and mostly sunny. This last week of weather has been hell! Quite literally. We have officially had THREE days of triple digit heat here. It has been miserable because it hasn't been dry desert heat but muggy icky heat. Today should be the last of the worst, and it should go down to low nineties... I am a coastie, I am not designed for heat... It was so bad we had to move the matress into the living room so we can sleep somewhat comfortably (the living room is where the AC is). We have decided that the next place we live (whether another rental [hopefully not] or someplace we buy) will have central air and heat. End of story. And next year we will definitely get a small AC unit for the bedroom... There are NONE left in Salem, hence why it has to wait unless they get more at Costco... And that's why I haven't posted in the last week. It has been to effing hot to even turn on the laptop. I will post again this weekend. Friday (tomorrow!!) Cassidy is spending the night and then Saturday we are going to Corvallis to see Joshua. I am excited. She is excited. Joshua is excited. We're all EXCITED!!! And tonight, if it isn't too warm when I get off, Collin and I are going to play the new Wii game we got on Sunday; Wii Sport Resort. It looks like so much fun!! I really want to try the skydiving... Not sure how you can "skydive" in your living room, but I will find out and I will let the world know. This posting has really lacked structure... It just kind of rambles, but oh well. Cheese Doodles!
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
It's A Cracked Out Day In The Neighborhood...
(Title is to be sang with the tune from Mr. Roger's Neighborhood....)
Today was insanely surreal.
First off, I didn't want to get out of bed in the first place. Seriously, Collin had to literally start pushing me off the bed before I would get up... This is actually quite normal though; the not wanting to get up, not the him pushing me out of bed...
Second thing about today (and this one fucks with me every week) it's my Tuesday, but Collin's Friday....
This here, this is the effing clincher that proved I should have stayed in bed where the crazy shit can't get to me. Before really getting to work at the office all of us typically go outside and smoke (I know, I know... Eww smoking's gross. I promise I will quit entirely when I no longer am so stressed out at work.) and this morning was no different. The five of us were just preparing to go in and get to work after sharing what we had all done the previous evening and picking up any new gossipy type stuff when all hell broke loose. This car pulled up to the stop sign at the corner of 18th and State. I noticed that this chick was leaning out the window in the passenger seat as though she was going to spit or puke or something. The car started to go but was really jerky, like the driver had hit the gas, then let off and then hit the gas again. The car barely made it fifteen feet from the corner, and the passenger door flew open and the chick started screaming at us (I think she screamed for help at first). The car thankfully came to a stop before she managed to get her seat belt off and come tumbling out of the car. She came running up to us screaming, "Help me! You gotta help me! Please someone help me." All of us were trying to figure out what was wrong, the driver was a middle aged man and the girl seriously looked like a girl, maybe eighteen years old. The driver got out of the car and started to come over towards us, the girl freaked and took off east on State Street screaming for help, and just screaming. One of the girls I work with was already on the phone with 911, we all kind of tensed thinking the dude was the bad guy and was gonna grab her or start hitting her or something. After all, we didn't know who was who or what was happening. He asked that we call an ambulance for the girl, so that helped to calm us about him a little. The girl had come back our way and almost ran out into traffic a couple times, all the while screaming for help (Thank god she didn't get hit by a car...). Then the cops got there (three cruisers in all and a motorcycle cop) and a fire engine and an ambulance. The cops were there first and the girl became combative, they had to restrain her and cuff her. She continued to scream for help, screaming she didn't know what was going on; even after the EMTs arrived and were strapping her onto the back board she continued to scream. They carted her off and everyone left.
This is the background on what caused this insane scene: The girl had been drinking for a few days, no sleeping and no eating and shooting up crack to boot. The dude was her boyfriend's uncle. Her douche of a boyfriend had left her with his uncle after she started to complain that something was wrong with her stomach and she began a really bad trip. Her boyfriend's uncle was trying to get her to the hospital, but, as I said above, she didn't know what the hell was happening and was tripping hardcore. We don't know what happened to her after the EMTs took her away but hopefully the poor girl can get cleaned up.... It was messed up and in a way very sad.
Yea... So that was my oh so exciting Tuesday... And all that happened before 9am... The rest of the day was uneventful... Thankfully...
Now I will forever be wary of passengers in cars that pass the office with the window open...
Cah-RAZY!
I'm going to chill now...
Today was insanely surreal.
First off, I didn't want to get out of bed in the first place. Seriously, Collin had to literally start pushing me off the bed before I would get up... This is actually quite normal though; the not wanting to get up, not the him pushing me out of bed...
Second thing about today (and this one fucks with me every week) it's my Tuesday, but Collin's Friday....
This here, this is the effing clincher that proved I should have stayed in bed where the crazy shit can't get to me. Before really getting to work at the office all of us typically go outside and smoke (I know, I know... Eww smoking's gross. I promise I will quit entirely when I no longer am so stressed out at work.) and this morning was no different. The five of us were just preparing to go in and get to work after sharing what we had all done the previous evening and picking up any new gossipy type stuff when all hell broke loose. This car pulled up to the stop sign at the corner of 18th and State. I noticed that this chick was leaning out the window in the passenger seat as though she was going to spit or puke or something. The car started to go but was really jerky, like the driver had hit the gas, then let off and then hit the gas again. The car barely made it fifteen feet from the corner, and the passenger door flew open and the chick started screaming at us (I think she screamed for help at first). The car thankfully came to a stop before she managed to get her seat belt off and come tumbling out of the car. She came running up to us screaming, "Help me! You gotta help me! Please someone help me." All of us were trying to figure out what was wrong, the driver was a middle aged man and the girl seriously looked like a girl, maybe eighteen years old. The driver got out of the car and started to come over towards us, the girl freaked and took off east on State Street screaming for help, and just screaming. One of the girls I work with was already on the phone with 911, we all kind of tensed thinking the dude was the bad guy and was gonna grab her or start hitting her or something. After all, we didn't know who was who or what was happening. He asked that we call an ambulance for the girl, so that helped to calm us about him a little. The girl had come back our way and almost ran out into traffic a couple times, all the while screaming for help (Thank god she didn't get hit by a car...). Then the cops got there (three cruisers in all and a motorcycle cop) and a fire engine and an ambulance. The cops were there first and the girl became combative, they had to restrain her and cuff her. She continued to scream for help, screaming she didn't know what was going on; even after the EMTs arrived and were strapping her onto the back board she continued to scream. They carted her off and everyone left.
This is the background on what caused this insane scene: The girl had been drinking for a few days, no sleeping and no eating and shooting up crack to boot. The dude was her boyfriend's uncle. Her douche of a boyfriend had left her with his uncle after she started to complain that something was wrong with her stomach and she began a really bad trip. Her boyfriend's uncle was trying to get her to the hospital, but, as I said above, she didn't know what the hell was happening and was tripping hardcore. We don't know what happened to her after the EMTs took her away but hopefully the poor girl can get cleaned up.... It was messed up and in a way very sad.
Yea... So that was my oh so exciting Tuesday... And all that happened before 9am... The rest of the day was uneventful... Thankfully...
Now I will forever be wary of passengers in cars that pass the office with the window open...
Cah-RAZY!
I'm going to chill now...
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Okay, But I Am Not Drinking The Fruit Punch.
I am serious. I really don't like fruit punch. I don't mind berry punch... But fruit punch tastes weird... To me.
This last week, as the many before, has been crazy busy. I had a blast yesterday though. I got to spend the day with my niece. I took her out to the Canterbury Faire in Silverton (which is a renaissance fair). We watched the jousting tournament, and looked at all the booths of stuff. We had this picture taken of us:
I convinced Cassidy to dress up for the picture, the photographer could not convince me. LOL!
As it got warmer and the day progressed we left the fair and went to get lunch at Blue Willow, then we came back to my house and just hung out for a while. She really didn't want to go home, but I promised her that we are going to start doing things together a lot more often. I hope to take her on Saturdays at least every other week. Tyson and Jessie are okay with that, and I know Cassidy will love it. Jessie is generally the parental figure I talk to, which made me realize that I haven't seen Tyson in about four years (since my wedding day)... Odd...
Telia (my landlord), just stopped by, just wanted to ask that we water the grass around our house. That's fine by me, she pays for water. So I think I will pick up a hose and sprinkler later... Maybe we can do that tonight after Collin gets home...
That totally distracted me, and I know there was more to tell.... I am going to go read some I guess...
Maybe I will post more later.... Who knows...
This last week, as the many before, has been crazy busy. I had a blast yesterday though. I got to spend the day with my niece. I took her out to the Canterbury Faire in Silverton (which is a renaissance fair). We watched the jousting tournament, and looked at all the booths of stuff. We had this picture taken of us:
I convinced Cassidy to dress up for the picture, the photographer could not convince me. LOL!
As it got warmer and the day progressed we left the fair and went to get lunch at Blue Willow, then we came back to my house and just hung out for a while. She really didn't want to go home, but I promised her that we are going to start doing things together a lot more often. I hope to take her on Saturdays at least every other week. Tyson and Jessie are okay with that, and I know Cassidy will love it. Jessie is generally the parental figure I talk to, which made me realize that I haven't seen Tyson in about four years (since my wedding day)... Odd...
Telia (my landlord), just stopped by, just wanted to ask that we water the grass around our house. That's fine by me, she pays for water. So I think I will pick up a hose and sprinkler later... Maybe we can do that tonight after Collin gets home...
That totally distracted me, and I know there was more to tell.... I am going to go read some I guess...
Maybe I will post more later.... Who knows...
Monday, July 13, 2009
The Interesting Thing About Agnes...
I imagine, unless you are K, you have been wondering, "What the hell happened to this chick?"
"Did she fall in a well?"
"Did she and her husband decide to move to Cananada and become protectors of the polar bears?" (How could I do that unless I went up there with a bunch of industrial size freezers and AC units?)
"Was she attacked and killed by a pack of mutant wombats?"
Put yourself at ease. None of those wild outlandish things happened. This last month has just been insane and every time I have had a free moment I really lacked the desire to turn my laptop on. At work I have been utterly swamped, which is good because it means job security, but bad because it has been stressing me out. At home I have been adjusting to Collin's new schedule (which isn't too bad, I just miss him on the weekends), and have been occupying my time by visiting my family, cleaning and organizing, and reading.
Recently I picked up four new books by two of my favorite authors at The Book Bin here in Salem. I got a steal of a deal on Fool by Christopher Moore (hardback for ten dollars!) and I also picked up Coyote Blue (also by Mr. Moore) for six dollars. The other two books are Snuff and Haunted by Chuck Palahniuk. I am working on reading Snuff right now after reading the two Moore books. I love both of their writing styles because they are each twisted in their own special way.
... As for Agnes, what's interesting about her is she only has three legs! Not joking. This was something I heard on OnDemand under their "Pet Adoption" section... At the SW Washington Humane Society they had (or have) a three legged cat named Agnes, and they broke this to the potential adoptive families watching this thing on OnDemand exactly as above... Seriously, they couldn't come up with a better way to go about it? Maybe they could have tried, "Now we have Agnes. She is a four year old, three legged Maine Coon tabby. She is good with other cats.... blah blah..." Instead they made a big deal of it, announcing it and then holding her up so viewers could see that, yep, Agnes lacked a limb... Poor cat, how embarrassing... I wish I could have adopted her...
I think I mentioned in my last post (a month ago so I don't really remember... sometime I may have to go back and read some of the shit on here...) that Collin and I got an elliptical. I love it. Collin did an awesome job putting it together. I use it at least five times a week, and every time I do Spaz lays down somewhere near by and watches me with a "WTF are you doing?" look on her furry little face. I don't think she understands the concept, kind of like when I would workout before the elliptical, she'd think it was play time....
One of our neighbors moved out (the lady who had lived there for ten years. There is also a dude who has been there for twenty...) so Collin and I being the next longest residing tenants got the newly vacated garage! Go us! Now we can put all the totes with all of our crap (i.e. x-mas decorations and Halloween decorations) out in there instead of Collin's closet or the pantry. And the Christmas tree (which is back in its box) can have a home other than between the wall and the end of the sofa in the living room.... It is awesome. Now I just have to get used to parking the Blazer in there... I think I am going to try it from the other side tonight and see how well that works....
Hopefully now I will be getting back into this more because I really like telling my stories on here it's a good place to vent. Plus where else can I share some of my craziness without being locked away at the state hospital? Seriously.... If you know of a place let me know...
Peace Out to All the Faithful Homies!
"Did she fall in a well?"
"Did she and her husband decide to move to Cananada and become protectors of the polar bears?" (How could I do that unless I went up there with a bunch of industrial size freezers and AC units?)
"Was she attacked and killed by a pack of mutant wombats?"
Put yourself at ease. None of those wild outlandish things happened. This last month has just been insane and every time I have had a free moment I really lacked the desire to turn my laptop on. At work I have been utterly swamped, which is good because it means job security, but bad because it has been stressing me out. At home I have been adjusting to Collin's new schedule (which isn't too bad, I just miss him on the weekends), and have been occupying my time by visiting my family, cleaning and organizing, and reading.
Recently I picked up four new books by two of my favorite authors at The Book Bin here in Salem. I got a steal of a deal on Fool by Christopher Moore (hardback for ten dollars!) and I also picked up Coyote Blue (also by Mr. Moore) for six dollars. The other two books are Snuff and Haunted by Chuck Palahniuk. I am working on reading Snuff right now after reading the two Moore books. I love both of their writing styles because they are each twisted in their own special way.
... As for Agnes, what's interesting about her is she only has three legs! Not joking. This was something I heard on OnDemand under their "Pet Adoption" section... At the SW Washington Humane Society they had (or have) a three legged cat named Agnes, and they broke this to the potential adoptive families watching this thing on OnDemand exactly as above... Seriously, they couldn't come up with a better way to go about it? Maybe they could have tried, "Now we have Agnes. She is a four year old, three legged Maine Coon tabby. She is good with other cats.... blah blah..." Instead they made a big deal of it, announcing it and then holding her up so viewers could see that, yep, Agnes lacked a limb... Poor cat, how embarrassing... I wish I could have adopted her...
I think I mentioned in my last post (a month ago so I don't really remember... sometime I may have to go back and read some of the shit on here...) that Collin and I got an elliptical. I love it. Collin did an awesome job putting it together. I use it at least five times a week, and every time I do Spaz lays down somewhere near by and watches me with a "WTF are you doing?" look on her furry little face. I don't think she understands the concept, kind of like when I would workout before the elliptical, she'd think it was play time....
One of our neighbors moved out (the lady who had lived there for ten years. There is also a dude who has been there for twenty...) so Collin and I being the next longest residing tenants got the newly vacated garage! Go us! Now we can put all the totes with all of our crap (i.e. x-mas decorations and Halloween decorations) out in there instead of Collin's closet or the pantry. And the Christmas tree (which is back in its box) can have a home other than between the wall and the end of the sofa in the living room.... It is awesome. Now I just have to get used to parking the Blazer in there... I think I am going to try it from the other side tonight and see how well that works....
Hopefully now I will be getting back into this more because I really like telling my stories on here it's a good place to vent. Plus where else can I share some of my craziness without being locked away at the state hospital? Seriously.... If you know of a place let me know...
Peace Out to All the Faithful Homies!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Strange Dreams Breed Exhaustion
The past few night I know I have been having some weird, messed up, odd dreams. Sadly, I haven't been able to remember any of them... I think I remembered something about one from Saturday night, because it made me think I needed to check something when I woke up... But I don't remember what exactly now...
Last night I had a dream so bizarre I actually remembered the main parts of it. I don't know what led up to it, or what happened after in the "story", I just remember thinking when I woke up, "What the fuck....."
So here it is, I shall call it "Cheerio Scorpion":
I was in a living room that was unfamiliar to me, so maybe it was my sister's house (she really needs her own place she is living with my dad. There is barely enough room for my dad, her and my nephew let alone another infant.). And I was watching my sister as she skipped around her couch, and her new baby was on the couch, like in an infant car seat. My sister was feeding the baby by throwing Cheerios, one by one, at the baby's face. (Disturbing I know, it gets worse...) In my dream I am thinking, "That's not how you should feed a baby..." Then I look closer at the baby and I see a little black scorpion climbing up her (she is having a girl after all) little tummy. I start freaking out, because I know that the smaller the scorpion the more poisonous the sting. My sister grabs a pair of tweezers and picks the scorpion up by the tail and kind of dangles it there (like a little kid would a worm doing the whole "OOOooooOO" thing). Then she throws it in the trash or something......
That's it. That's what I remember the most of all the whacked out dreams I have had the last few nights. I know a lot of the dream has to do with me being slightly miffed about certain things that have happened over the last week, but still.... How fucked up... The biggest thought in my head was my sister needs.... A lot of things... I don't feel comfortable going into that because you never know who could decide to read these things... If you want more in depth answers message me.
In other exciting news: Collin and I made what we hope is a good investment towards our longevity. After Collin found out he was going back to work he made mention he would like a gym membership and I said no. Being that I work in the office I work in, I know that they can turn out badly, and in the long run it's cheaper to invest in a good piece of at home equipment. After hours of online research we found an elliptical through Costco. It will be here Friday, and then the adventure of putting together begins. I am excited.
Another project I am doing this weekend is going to get my hair colored and cut again. It's been three months since the last color and I have about an inch of blah grow out showing. The pink has held up well and I am going to be adding more when I see Leeann this weekend. After that I am (probably) going to see my mom, if that falls through then I might pop over to my dad's. We shall see... Mom can be a little flaky when it comes to making plans lately.
I gots to skedaddle...
Last night I had a dream so bizarre I actually remembered the main parts of it. I don't know what led up to it, or what happened after in the "story", I just remember thinking when I woke up, "What the fuck....."
So here it is, I shall call it "Cheerio Scorpion":
I was in a living room that was unfamiliar to me, so maybe it was my sister's house (she really needs her own place she is living with my dad. There is barely enough room for my dad, her and my nephew let alone another infant.). And I was watching my sister as she skipped around her couch, and her new baby was on the couch, like in an infant car seat. My sister was feeding the baby by throwing Cheerios, one by one, at the baby's face. (Disturbing I know, it gets worse...) In my dream I am thinking, "That's not how you should feed a baby..." Then I look closer at the baby and I see a little black scorpion climbing up her (she is having a girl after all) little tummy. I start freaking out, because I know that the smaller the scorpion the more poisonous the sting. My sister grabs a pair of tweezers and picks the scorpion up by the tail and kind of dangles it there (like a little kid would a worm doing the whole "OOOooooOO" thing). Then she throws it in the trash or something......
That's it. That's what I remember the most of all the whacked out dreams I have had the last few nights. I know a lot of the dream has to do with me being slightly miffed about certain things that have happened over the last week, but still.... How fucked up... The biggest thought in my head was my sister needs.... A lot of things... I don't feel comfortable going into that because you never know who could decide to read these things... If you want more in depth answers message me.
In other exciting news: Collin and I made what we hope is a good investment towards our longevity. After Collin found out he was going back to work he made mention he would like a gym membership and I said no. Being that I work in the office I work in, I know that they can turn out badly, and in the long run it's cheaper to invest in a good piece of at home equipment. After hours of online research we found an elliptical through Costco. It will be here Friday, and then the adventure of putting together begins. I am excited.
Another project I am doing this weekend is going to get my hair colored and cut again. It's been three months since the last color and I have about an inch of blah grow out showing. The pink has held up well and I am going to be adding more when I see Leeann this weekend. After that I am (probably) going to see my mom, if that falls through then I might pop over to my dad's. We shall see... Mom can be a little flaky when it comes to making plans lately.
I gots to skedaddle...
Sunday, June 14, 2009
I Need To Make Bail!
I NEED YOUR HELP!
I'm going behind bars for "GOOD"
PLEASE HELP BAIL ME OUT!
Thanks for making a difference!
This is how your tax deductible donation helps kids in my community:
- $30 - Flu Shot
- $82 -1 Minute of Research
- $100 - Support Group Session
- $800 - Child to MDA Summer Camp
- $2,000 - Assist with Wheelchair or Leg Braces
- $4,000 - Cabin of 5 friends at MDA Summer Camp
This is the link to my secure donation site, all donations are tax deductible and go towards an AMAZING cause.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Real Quick To Cover The Hangers
1. I am absolutely 100% NOT pregnant. Thank god. The queasiness went away, took a test also, it came back negatory!
2. I know I said 48 hours about the other thing, but last week was just too freaking crazy. Being sick and working and everything was not fun. Jail. I was nominated by someone to "serve time" for MDA's (Muscular Dystrophy Association) annual Telethon Executive Lock Up. My bail is set at $2,400 and I have every intention of hitting that goal, or at least coming damn close. I will eventually be posting more info including a link to my MDA Lock Up homepage where people can make secure (tax deductible) donations. I am really excited to do this as it is one of my goals for this year to give back to charity.
3. This is like the best news: After being laid off from work for one week and six days, my husband go another position with in his old company!! He went back to work on Friday, same pay, same everything. The only new thing is his title and his schedule. Which we still aren't sure exactly what it will be.... More than likely he will be working weekends for now, which sucks since I obviously work weekdays. BUT, I would rather have him working and me not get to spend all weekend with him, than have him NOT working at all. Plus, now we can get all of our shit paid off!!! WoooHooo!!! I am so freaking happy, and have been since Thursday (the day he found out he was going back to work). I have two lovely floral arrangements that I will eventually post pics of on Myspace...
4. Do you ever feel like you invest way too much of yourself into others, and other things (like work)? I rarely feel this way anymore since I learned my lesson about balance and knowing when you are useful, and when you are just being used. Lately, I feel like I have invested more than I should in a couple of things, predominately work. I keep thinking, "Why am I doing this when it's not my responsibility?" Not that I mind the work, but if someone doesn't care enough to do something, then why do I? Ultimately, I know WHY I do the stuff I do, and that's because I want where ever I work to be a successful environment, and preferably work with people I don't loathe. I have that for the most part, but more and more I realize my job title doesn't come close to encompassing all the extracurricular bull shit I have to deal with so that OTHER people look good too.... This is turning into a monster of a topic and I feel like I am gonna start rambling, but yeah, that's been bothering me lately... If that even made any sense to anyone...
And that's about it. Sorry K I know you were hoping for a mini-Alicia, but I am just not ready yet! Someday maybe...
2. I know I said 48 hours about the other thing, but last week was just too freaking crazy. Being sick and working and everything was not fun. Jail. I was nominated by someone to "serve time" for MDA's (Muscular Dystrophy Association) annual Telethon Executive Lock Up. My bail is set at $2,400 and I have every intention of hitting that goal, or at least coming damn close. I will eventually be posting more info including a link to my MDA Lock Up homepage where people can make secure (tax deductible) donations. I am really excited to do this as it is one of my goals for this year to give back to charity.
3. This is like the best news: After being laid off from work for one week and six days, my husband go another position with in his old company!! He went back to work on Friday, same pay, same everything. The only new thing is his title and his schedule. Which we still aren't sure exactly what it will be.... More than likely he will be working weekends for now, which sucks since I obviously work weekdays. BUT, I would rather have him working and me not get to spend all weekend with him, than have him NOT working at all. Plus, now we can get all of our shit paid off!!! WoooHooo!!! I am so freaking happy, and have been since Thursday (the day he found out he was going back to work). I have two lovely floral arrangements that I will eventually post pics of on Myspace...
4. Do you ever feel like you invest way too much of yourself into others, and other things (like work)? I rarely feel this way anymore since I learned my lesson about balance and knowing when you are useful, and when you are just being used. Lately, I feel like I have invested more than I should in a couple of things, predominately work. I keep thinking, "Why am I doing this when it's not my responsibility?" Not that I mind the work, but if someone doesn't care enough to do something, then why do I? Ultimately, I know WHY I do the stuff I do, and that's because I want where ever I work to be a successful environment, and preferably work with people I don't loathe. I have that for the most part, but more and more I realize my job title doesn't come close to encompassing all the extracurricular bull shit I have to deal with so that OTHER people look good too.... This is turning into a monster of a topic and I feel like I am gonna start rambling, but yeah, that's been bothering me lately... If that even made any sense to anyone...
And that's about it. Sorry K I know you were hoping for a mini-Alicia, but I am just not ready yet! Someday maybe...
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