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Friday, August 5th, 2011

Time:12:10 pm.
Mood: nostalgic.

Do you ever get the urge to get in touch with someone from your past, but you have no idea why?  And if you did, what would you say?  "Hi!  Remember me?  We went to high school together.  I randomly thought of you the other day, for no reason other than your name popped into my head.  Okay, well to be honest, some friends and I were talking about firsts and yours was the first penis I ever touched, so naturally you came to mind.  So, how are you?"  And then you're actually thinking about doing it until you look them up and realize that they're recently engaged and have 5 kids and you think maybe you shouldn't disrupt their perfect life just becuase you're feeling nostalgic.
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Thursday, April 30th, 2009

Subject:Don't read--just babbling.
Time:1:23 pm.
Mood: crushed.

Does anyone else get super depressed when they come back from a vacation?  It was probably a bad idea for me to take an extra day off work, because I'm just sitting here wallowing.  I wish I could be back in New Mexico.  Partly because I really miss my brother and his "new" family, but also because I like who I am when I'm on vacation.  I seem more interesting and exciting.  Like I'm out there doing something.  I'm not doing anything at home.  Even when I'm working and going through the motions of my normal everyday life, I'm not interesting.  I mean, I guess who really does think their every day life is interesting?  I don't know.  I just feel like after I come home from vacation my life is so pointless.  Like, what am I really doing with myself?  Nothing.  And for some reason the idea of being somewhere else and doing nothing is way more appealing.  I even just looked up flights south to get back there.  What is wrong with me? 
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Thursday, December 25th, 2008

Subject:This Christmas brought to you by: Don Lohse
Time:9:35 pm.
Mood: tired.

So, on Tuesday, I headed down to 'Seca to get some Christmastiming in.  Hung out with Dad, Sheila and Erin, ate, opened presents, kicked some ass at Scrabble, the usual.  Then, I went to my mom's house as that was where I was staying the night and no one was there.  Thinking that maybe they had gone out for a movie or some such nonsense the night before Mom was planning on having her family over, I settled in to wait for them.  At 11:15, Mom finally came in the house telling me that Paul's dad had been taken to the hospital by ambulance and Paul was going to wait there with him until they could do some sort of scan to see what was causing all of his abdominal pain (at this time, thought to be caused by some sort of intestinal blockage).  So, Mom ran a book back to the hospital and then went to Don's house to put the oyster stew away and then came back just in time for me to tell her I was going to bed as I felt like I had a cold coming on. 

We both headed to bed at about 1 and at about 2:30, I was awakened by my mother coming in the room to tell me that Don had been air lifted to Rochester because the scan showed that he had ruptured his aorta and he was bleeding somewhere into his abdomen, possibly for a couple of days, and they didn't know if he was going to make it.  So, Mom and Paul went to Rochester, leaving me at home to wonder and wait--by myself. 

At about 8:30, as I was eating my Raisin Bran, Don's nosy neighbor called wondering what had happened and if she should call the minister.  I told her no, even though at that time I had no idea if a minister needed to be called.  Then, Mom called and said that they had done some surgery to fix up Don's tummy and that things looked good, but they were still waiting for him to get out of recovery and then he would be in the ICU for a while.  So, it was decided that Christmas was going to be moved from Mom's house to my grandma's apartment and I had to go as I had the main course in the fridge (Swedish meatballs, natch). 

Not excited about spending the whole of Christmas Eve day alone, I went over to my Dad's house to pick up my little sis so she could come over to help me make cookies and keep me company.  We played PayDay--that game kicks ass.  Then, I drove to my grandma's, crying much of the way.  Christmas was good, good food, good games, good presents.  My aunt offered to have me stay the night at her house and I took her up on it, as the prospect of driving either to Waseca or Otsego was not appealing to me. 

She then asked me what I was doing for Christmas Day, and I told her that I was supposed to go to my uncle's house to hang out with my dad's family, but I wasn't really in the mood to be judged and bored all day, so she said that her husband's family was all going to be at her house, so why didn't I just stay?  So I did.  Yes, I was super tacky and blew off my family to hang out with people I'm only related to through marriage because they're more fun.  Does that make me a horrible person?  

This morning, Mom called and said that Don was doing very well.  The surgery went great and he was off some tubes (breathing and stomach tubes, maybe?)  They're going to move him to a regular floor possibly tomorrow, which is a good sign.  And tomorrow my mom and possibly Paul are going to come up so we can celebrate a little Christmas with each other, which was one of the big things that I was upset about, not being able to have Christmas with my mom.  After the fact that Don almost died, of course. 

Anyway, I'm back home now, ready to relax after a couple of emotionally draining days.  I wonder if there are any good movies on Lifetime tonight...
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Wednesday, December 17th, 2008

Time:6:59 pm.

So, even though no one is reading or posting to lj, I thought I would write about my life as of  7:00 PM, December 17, 2008. 

Last week, I headed to Southie to hang with the parents.  I had some paid vacation time that I can't carry over to the new year and even though the new year doesn't start until February, I thought my mom's birthday was a good reason to skip work for a while.  Not much exciting happened.  There was un-decorating the bathroom in the Masonic Temple, a Victorian Christmas celebration in Mound, dinner at the new Starfire Grill, candy making, finally getting the oil changed in my car and then having the engine light come on on my way home, and seeing Lor's beautifully decorated house (nice!). 

Since I've been back, things have been even more boring.  Work, knitting, work, going to the repair shop to get the engine light turned off on my car, knitting and trying to figure out Christmas plans.  That's all I got. 
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Thursday, December 4th, 2008

Subject:My dog is clean
Time:4:43 pm.
Mood: peacefully.
It's been a while, eh?  Not much exciting has been happening.  Made it through Thanksgiving without incident.  Always a plus. 

It was snowing when I awoke today.  Made me feel festive and so I pulled all the Christmas decorations out of the garage.  They are now sitting (still in boxes) in the dining room.  Go me. 

There was some excitement at the old Watseco Manor last night.  It involved me passing out in the bathroom while I was taking out my contacts.  Fell flat on my ass.  Now my ass hurts.  Made me think of Mrs. Hoberg.  Anyone else remember the passed out naked in the bathtub story?  Thank the goddess I wasn't naked.  How embarrassing. 

Rumor has it someone has a birthday here soon and it might be #30?  Unless I'm off on my years.  It gets hard for me to remember these things as I get older, you know....

That is all.
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Tuesday, November 11th, 2008

Subject:Birthday wishes
Time:1:23 pm.
Today is a big day for someone....Wonder who that could be?
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Thursday, October 30th, 2008

Time:4:12 pm.
Mood: confused.

Usually, nothing happens when I take the dog on her evening walk, but last night fate was trying to tell me something.  If any of you are good at reading signs, let me know what all this means.  First of all, a street light went out right before we walked by it, which is weird because this street light never goes out.  We got past it and then I looked back at it and it blinked two or three times and then came back on.  Then, I was walking past a house and I noticed that there was a car in the driveway with its dome light on. Paisley was sniffing around the corner and I kept an eye on the car.  The light stayed on for a long time, so I walked up to the house and knocked on the door.  Then, the light went off.  Right after I knocked on the door.  I apologized to the guy who opened the door and explained that the dome light in his car was on until I knocked on his door.  He said that was weird, looked at the car and then P and I went on our way.  About a block later, I looked up and a star streaked across the whole sky.  What does that all mean? 
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Tuesday, October 28th, 2008

Time:9:34 am.

What's the deal with "Undeadjournal"?  Weird stuff. 

Not much new with me lately.  Most exciting thing I've done so far is go to the New Kids on the Block concert, which many of you know kicked some major ass.  Plus, we didn't sit where we were supposed to, so that was fun, too.  I'm all about breaking the rules.  Of course, if I was really all about breaking the rules, I would have actually gotten closer to the stage or to the aisle they ran down in the middle of the concert.  I guess I'm not really about breaking rules after all.  Best quote of the night, "Are you fist fucking me?"  said by random girl while she was staring at BR.

At work, things are stupid.  The manager of one of our "sister stores" is leaving to go to CK and she wanted me to take over her store, but the area manager would have none of that because she wanted one of her little Medford cronies to take it.  Kind of like nepotism, but not.  Anyway, she's a bitch (the area manager) and we think the only reason Medford crony wanted the job was so that she could be closer to her boyfriend who moved from the Nike store in Medford to the one up here.  You didn't know all this shit went on at the mall, did you?  You didn't care, either, did you?

Other than that, I've got nothing.  Except that there has been some activity at the vacant house next to ours, so we may be getting new neighbors.  I'll keep you posted. 
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Monday, October 13th, 2008

Subject:Career choices
Time:10:38 pm.
Mood: thoughtful.

I had an epiphany tonight regarding my dream job.  I want to be a tour tutor for the New Kids on the Block's kids.  I suppose it doesn't have to be the New Kids--it could be anyone who would want to take their kids on tour with them and still make sure they're getting educated.  I would be good at that.  How do you suppose you go about applying for a job like that?

In other news, if the manager of the store next store gets a job at the store across the way, she's recommending me for her job.  Actually, she's already recommended me for her job, but she hasn't gotten the offer of the other job yet, making the recommendation moot at this point.  I wonder if I would actually be offered the job?  I wonder if I would take it?
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Saturday, October 4th, 2008

Subject:Just a thought...
Time:8:57 pm.

You all know I'm not political, but there's something about this candidate that I think you should all check out....


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Wednesday, September 10th, 2008

Subject:I am such a baby!
Time:5:24 pm.
Mood: sad.

Today, a customer asked me if I knew how to tie a tie.  This is not new, it actually happens quite often, and yes, I do know how to tie a tie.  So I walked over to help them and the wife explained to me that she needed the tie tied because her husband (who was standing next to her) had been in a head-on car crash and had forgotten how to tie a tie even though he did it three or four times a week before the accident.  I was showing her and she was tying it on him and then she asked him if he remembered any of it, so he grabbed the tie and started playing with it and he was getting frustrated because he couldn't remember (I'm so not explaining this very well).  Anyway, the point is, it was really sad for me to see someone who couldn't remember how to do something that used to be so familiar to him and to get frustrated with the fact that he couldn't remember it.  So, then when we had it tied on him he just grabbed it and tightened it without any thought and the wife teared up and looked at me and said "You did more for us than you know."  And I quickly checked them out and then had to run into the back and cry because I was so sad.  The whole idea of not being able to remember things scares the hell out of me.  I have a hard enough time remembering things already, I can't imagine what it would be like to not be able to tie my shoes or make coffee in the morning.  Maybe I'm just tired or something, but it was really hard for me to see the poor guy like that.  Makes me thankful for the little memory that I have.

Okay, enough rambling.  In other news, I was given a compliment today regarding my age.  I was talking to Lesa, the Bass manager, about her sons who work for me and I said that I wanted to be a Voss boy (that's their last name), but I can't, of course, because I'm not a boy.  Gina then said that I could always marry a Voss boy and I said, "Oh, no, they're all too young for me!"  And she said, "No they're not!"  And I said, "The oldest one is 21!"  And she said, "How old are you?"  And I said "31."  And she said, "No you're not!  I thought you were, like, 26!"  And then we all laughed.  I don't think Lesa wanted me marrying one of her boys anyway.  I would be a bad influence on them. 
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Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008

Subject:My Southie Tour
Time:1:11 pm.
Mood: cheerful.

So, I had four whole days off of work in a row and I decided to head down to Southie for my b-day weekend.  Arrived in 'Seca Friday afternoon and talked flowers with my mom until it was time to head to my dad's house.  He had a delivery near Meridan and so we continued on to O-Town and had supper at Applebee's.  On the way home Grandpa insisted that was 21 instead of 31 and then gave me $20 to buy "candy."  So far, I used it to buy myself a cup of coffee.  That's just like candy, right? 

Saturday morning, my mom told me about this essay contest she wanted me to enter, so I quick wrote my entry about the "Most Important Day of my Life,",and then we headed over to Kato (I got to drive the new Prius!) so she could buy me new clothes for my birthday.  Just like in the old days when we would go school shopping and combine that with my birthday presents.  Good times.  Got home and hung out for a little bit before heading over to Faribault to hang with Jenn.  Robert and the kids were there, too, so that was good times.  After they left we watched the racy Hitchcock flick "North by Northwest."  One of my faves, but I forgot how long it was!  Crazy. 

Sunday, after Mom and Paul got back from church, we drove down to Blue Earth because my mom's cousin's were in town and their mom was having a party in their honor (and maybe in honor of Labor Day, too).  It was good times with lots of salads, chatting and croquet (you know it's a good party when the croquet set comes out).  Then we came home and played some cribbage and some Scrabble.  I did not win at all. 

Monday, we didn't do much of anything, which was kind of a relief.  There was some stacking of firewood in the morning and then Paul's dad came over for a home grilled meal.  More cribbage and Scrabble and then he had to rush home to watch "The Closer."  We also watched it as Mom and I worked on some floral arrangements for my cousin's wedding in October.  I can't get used to that gal's accent on that show.  It sounds so fake and awkward.  Like she's trying too hard to have an accent.  Yuck. 

This morning, there was no coffee.  Of course, this made me quickly pack up my goods and leave the house so I could go buy a cup of coffee (thanks to Grandpa's $20).  On the way out, I met Paul who said that my tires looked low on air and so we went to the gas station to fill them up.  Then he gave me a check to get my side mirror fixed.  I think he's tired of having a tacky, duct taped car in his driveway when I come home.  Whatever the reason, best birthday present today (so far....)

Now I'm home and I don't have to work until 4:00 tomorrow afternoon.  I love having days off.
PS.  Sorry for the puke green--I can't get the right color to work:(

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Saturday, August 23rd, 2008

Subject:Paisley and I are getting our drink on....
Time:4:31 pm.
Mood: content.
 Why is no one journaling any more?  My friends page is pretty much just Lori's journal.  And as highly entertaining as Lori and her many fair trips are, I think it would be interesting to know what the rest of y'all are up to.  Of course, if you're not journaling, your probably not reading either, huh?  Whatev.

Why is it that when people are dating they think they need to spend every fucking waking moment with the other person?  I mean, seriously?  Just because you're dating doesn't mean you have to attach yourselves together.  It is okay to do things alone.  Especially if that thing is working a few hours for me so I don't have to work a 13 hour shift.  Fuckers.  Maybe I should start "dating" someone so I don't have to cover everyone else's asses.  Or get sick and call people in on their days off to work for me.  

I don't know if any of you are playing the subway Scrabble, but if you're not--or if you are--and you have extra letters, you should pass them on to me.  I desperately need a Y.  Or a U and W.  A, O, N, P, F, H.  If you have any of those letters laying around not being used, they would be put to very good use in my hands.  You would be rewarded.  *Reward based on letters provided and prize that said letters allow me to win*

I gave the dog a furcut.  She needed it desperately and I didn't have $55 bucks to spend on a professional.  She doesn't look too bad.  I actually could have taken more off.  I mean, it looks like someone attacked her with a hedge clipper, but at least she's not shaggy.  That's what I mean by her not looking too bad.  

Is it weird to anyone else that it's almost September?  I can't believe that the year has gone so fast.  CRAZY!
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Saturday, August 2nd, 2008

Subject:When did I become a shut-in?
Time:4:17 pm.
Mood: depressed.
There's probably something wrong with me.  Suddenly, I'm the girl who won't leave the house--except for work and food.  At first it was just too hard to coordinate schedules with people and then we lived too far away and then I didn't have any money and that quickly became "well, it's mean to leave the dog home alone for that long" and now it's just easier to stay home.  It's not that I don't want to go out with my friends.  I adore my friends. And it's not that I physically can't go out.  I obviously have the physical ability to get off my ass and leave.  It's more like this kind of mental block that even though I want to go and hang out with people I haven't seen in forever, it's just--I don't really know.  Part of it is that I'm afraid that I don't really want to go and I only think I want to go out of obligation and then I'm just going to Roommate R the whole situation and no one wants to hang out with Roommate R.  But deep down, I know that it's not just obligation that makes me want to go.  I really do want to go even if it is just to listen to gypsy folk music at the Lake Harriet Bandshell.  I just can't.  And I try to tell myself that I just need to go and it will be fun once I get there, but I still just can't.  And then that makes me sad and makes me feel like a really bad friend, which I'm not trying to be, I just am, I guess.  I can't even tell you the last time I went out with friends.  Wait, that's not true--a few weeks ago we went up to Monticello for supper.  Never mind.  I guess I'm a good friend after all.  Whew!
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Monday, July 21st, 2008

Subject:DO NOT READ--pathetic LOML post
Time:9:05 pm.
Mood: bummed.
 So, you know how sometimes you know something and it's there, but you can kind of still ignore it and act like it's not true and then something happens that makes it actually real and then you feel more emotion about it?  But then, you think that you shouldn't have emotions about it, but you can't help having emotions about it, so you let yourself have emotions about it, and then you get down on yourself because you feel pathetic that you're having emotions about it.  Maybe this just happens to me.  

The story is this:  Every once in a while I head over to the LOML's myspace page, just to see what's new.  At the beginning of the year, I noticed that his "status" had changed to "in a relationship."  This is easy enough to ignore because we all know what kind of guy he is.  Just today, I headed over to see what was new and there they were--pictures of the two of them together.  Okay, well, one picture of them together and two others of just her.  This, of course, made the whole "relationship" thing hit home way harder than just the words.  Words you can ignore and pretend like you didn't read them.  It's much harder to unsee a picture. 
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Saturday, July 19th, 2008

Subject:Doppelganger day
Time:10:57 am.
Mood: caffeinated.
 Yesterday was both a good day and a sad day.  It was good because I totally invited E and I over to Kara and Nate's house for supper, which is always tasty and fun.  Their little girl is getting so big!  And she's adorable!  I can't wait for her to start talking more.  As of right now, though, it's pretty entertaining as she says "shit" for quite a few words--chip, sit, shut.  She also tried to get us to take of our clothes when she was getting ready for bed--something I'm sure was taught to her by her daddy.  Anyway it was a good time.

It was sad yesterday, though, as I learned of the tragic arrest of my favorite member of my favorite band, Steven Page of BNL.  Who would have thought that he would be busted doing cocaine with his younger girlfriend's friend?  I always thought that BNL knew better than to get involved in all that drug bs.  Apparently, not.  Hang your head in shame, Steve.  How the hell are you going to sell that children's album from prison?  

There's work bs, too, but I don't feel like talking about that now.  I'm trying to avoid the drama.
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Saturday, July 5th, 2008

Subject:Neighborhood News
Time:11:45 am.
Mood: caffeinated.
Last night, I was snuggled up in my bed, fast asleep, when I was suddenly awakened.  I hadn't yet actually opened my eyes when I realized there was yelling coming from outside.  I thought, "Those kids sure are out early today.  Or maybe I slept in for once."  I cracked my eyelids opened and noticed that it was still quite dark in my room.  I rolled over to check the clock.  1:17 AM.  And sure enough, there was someone yelling outside.  I went to the window to check out the disturbance, thinking that the morons who live across the street from us were smoking pot and goofing around.  There was no one out there.  Straining to see the other houses around the grassy knoll, I noticed a possibly extremely drunk woman standing outside a house down the block from us yelling about whether or not she had her car keys and therefore had her house keys with her because "he" had locked her out of her "own fucking house" and she had "every right" to go in there and she continued to threaten to call 911.  The yelling continued for some time, at one point accompanied by pounding on the front door.  Eventually, the yelling stopped and I thought I saw her go into the house.  

Thinking it was all over, I climbed back into my bed, wanting to get some much needed sleep.  Before I could doze off again, there was honking, honking, honking.  This crazy woman had actually gotten into her car and was laying on her horn.  At 1:30 in the morning.  Normally, I'm all about leaving my neighbors to their business, but I couldn't handle this any more, so I went to the phone book, looked up the non-emergency number for the Wright County Sherriff's Department and called it.  A nice woman answered and asked me all sorts of questions I couldn't answer like the type of car the woman was in or the address of the house she was trying to enter.  I stood by my open window so that she could hear the honking of the car and quite possibly even the woman continuing to yell.  As I was on the phone, the woman got out of the car and started throwing things at the house.  The woman at the sherriff's department told me that her partner was on the phone with someone else complaining about the situation and she had all the information she needed from me.  When I hung up the phone I heard the crazy lady finally call 911 and then complain loudly to whoever it was that wouldn't let her in the house that the cops knew who she was and how she hoped he was happy about that.  

Not soon enough, a sherriff's car pulled up and a uniformed officer got out to talk to the crazy lady.  He was much quieter than her, so I have no idea what he was saying, but she continued to bitch about not being let into her own house.  It looked like she sat down on the grass while the officer went into the house to talk to the man inside.  After repeated conversations with both of them, it sounded like the officer was trying to get her to stay somewhere else for the night.  She sounded like she was crying when she told him that she didn't have any where to go, no family, blah, blah, blah.  So one of the officers (at this point there were two, I'm not sure when the other showed up) went into the house again and when he and the man who lived there were coming out, it appeared that the crazy lady threw something at them.  This did not make the officer happy and she was then handcuffed and taked over to the police car, which was out of my line of site.  It then drove off and the other officer and the man who lived there went looking at the house where she had thrown things at it trying to get him to let her in.  At this point, I decided I was going to try to get some more sleep.  I was a bit riled up, though, after all the excitement and it took me quite a while to relax again.  

In other news, Paisley tried to stalk down a skunk a couple of nights ago.  Luckily, I saw it just before we went down the block towards it and dragged her away towards home.  She was not happy with me.  Also, another one of our neighbors has a really ugly old truck parked in his driveway that he appears to be working on.  This is significant only because I didn't take him as much of a car guy.  He's more like a--um--hiking guy. 
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Thursday, June 26th, 2008

Subject:Summer summer summer
Time:8:14 pm.
Mood: a little off.

I feel like I've been working constantly, but I know I haven't been working constantly and I have the paychecks to prove that I haven't been working constantly, so why do I feel like I've been working constantly?  

I am a pleasant mother pheasant plucker. 

I rode a motorcycle yesterday.  I was just walking into work and this guy came up and offered me a ride.  Well, he wasn't just a guy.  I knew him--he works at one of our sister stores that is closing probably sooner than later.  Anyway, he didn't fit the criteria of the guy I wanted to get my Very First Ride on a Motorcycle with (single, good-looking, unrelated to me by blood or marriage), but I can't hold out for BR forever, right?  It was scary kind of and I probably would have been more comfortable if I wasn't thinking that the only reason he wanted to give me a ride was so that I would hold onto him.  Thank the goddess he was wearing a backpack.  

One of the other stores in the mall came around yesterday and tried poaching me to be a manager for them.  It got me to thinking.  I may be turning into a mall girl.  Not really what I had intended when I started working there.  I should probably go back to being depressed and feeling inadequate while looking for teaching jobs.  (Yes, E, I'm sure I spelled that wrong, but you weren't here to ask....)

How can VH1 have "I Love the New Millennium" out when we're not even 10 years into it?  There's not much nostalgia in that.  Of course, that doesn't stop me from taping every single one of them.

That "Summertime" song from NKOTB is pretty catchy.  I kind of want to listen to it repeatedly.  If you've never heard it, you should.

Nice weather like this makes me want to smoke.  Why do you suppose that is? 

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Thursday, June 12th, 2008

Subject:Quick notes
Time:3:23 pm.
Mood: bored.
 Remember in high school when people used to squeeze each other's throats until they passed out?  Why did they do that?

The guy on the Gas-X commercial who says "Your son Rip is on line Toot" reminds me of Curtie--who's having a big day today, but I mentioned that a month ago, so I don't have to say anything again.

Our dog got skunked last night.  We've had to wash her thoroughly with multiple home remedies.  Hopefully this last round involving mouthwash, hydrogen peroxide, baking soda and dishsoap followed by regular doggie soap works.  If not, we're going to have to douche her nose.  

For the third, or is it fourth, year in a row, E and I are going to miss Friendly City Days this weekend.  I suppose I could go tomorrow night, but I don't know anyone else who's going and E is heading out of town, so she can't go with me.  Maybe I should just hit up the beer tent by myself.  

It's a beautiful day today.  Is it going to rain again?  

My hands are dry.  I bet it's from the home remedies.  

What should I do for the rest of the day?  I'm bored and it's only 3:30.  Dammit.
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Thursday, May 22nd, 2008

Subject:Employment woes
Time:11:28 pm.
Mood: annoyed.
Sometimes I think I'm too good of an employee.  I know, I know I shouldn't toot my own horn like that, but seriously, I think I'm too good for my own good sometimes.  I was working over at Izod today because the manager over there had a family emergency and one of our "big wigs" from the region came to visit.  The last time he was in town, I was covering over at the Beene because one of the managers over there had a family emergency.  Anyway, so he made a comment about me being such a helper, blah, blah, blah and then when he was walking out of the store with our area manager, I heard him say, "Yeah, she's really a nice person."  When the area manager came back from their tour of the other stores, she told me that he said a bunch of nice things about me.  Which is always good to hear.  At the same time, though, I feel that now I have to work extra hard to keep up my reputation.  It's hard to be me.  

On a slightly different, but totally the same topic, how do you tell someone you work with that the things they do are bugging the hell out of you without making this highly sensitive individual cry?  I don't want to make anyone cry, but at the same time, I can't go through every day doing someone else's job (who happens to be my "boss") just because they lack the confidence to do it on their own.  Like figuring out how to close the safe when there's a paper blocking the latch.  How about moving the paper, smarty?

In good news, though, we get to babysit the Lenman this weekend, which means we'll have to miss book club.  This is unfortunate because this one I actually read and had some comments about, too.  Oh well, we'll just have to make it to the next one.  

I thought there was something else, but I can't remember it now. 
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