Vacation started out with a bummer--we were on a little something I like to call "Shane-Time." Meaning we rely on Shane to pull through--on time--with a small task; and it takes three times as long as it would take anyone else. So vacation started a day late and I was cranky about it. I had to make phone calls and let everyone know we would be a day late.
So on Monday we packed up the Jeep because Jon seemed to think there wouldn't be enough room for all our stuff and both dogs in the car; I really don't understand this, but Jon does seem to travel a bit heavy. I can do with two pairs of pants and an equal number of shirts and underthings (the parents DO have a washing machine and a dryer and I know how to use these luxuries). He borrowed a small tv from his mother, and packed his off-brand Nintendo and his cartridges, some borrowed DVDs, and the laptop. Good, I guess, since he tends to easily become bored at my parents house because they lack the use of a television beyond VCR and DVD needs and they are technologically impaired by their stubborn refusal to learn to use a computer so they don't own one of those either. I, and others, have offered (past and present) to teach them to no avail.
I packed the dogs, their food, lots of chew bones, dog treats, toiletries, phones with a charger, ipod with charger (4-5 hours is a long time with only the craptastic stylings of FM or AM radio and I abhor being at the mercy of station owners), the GPS (just in case), and my few clothes, Jon's lots of extra socks, and his clothes...and, finally, after writing out feeding instructions for kitties, fish, and the bunny (easiest of all!) we were off!
Emma did great in the car the first half an hour or so; realized we weren't going to see Sadie and Ruth for the usual playdate, then hyperventilated on and off the entire time. Needless to say; she didn't have to pee much. Doggles, in his usual laid-back style, curled up into a ball, had a nap, and at times, watched the landscape. Doggles did have to pee. And so did I.
I became happier once the horrid boring flatness started to roll into hills, then the hills became larger hills with deeper valleys and, windy roads, gravel roads, and YAY HOME!!!
Emma met Bean, my parents dog with much apprehension and snipped at him a couple times on the leash. Once she decided he didn't give a jot whether she was there or not and she got to sniff him on her own terms she loved him.
She met my dad with her usual BARK BARK BARK as he came out of the basement (in Emma's mind the basement seems to be an unsecured entrance where strangers pop out of intermittently, STRANGER DANGER!) but once Doggles and I got much attention from my Dad she decided she was jealous and allowed him to pet her. She alternately was shy of my Dad and loved him. It depended on whether, oddly enough, he was wearing a coat, a coat AND a hat or neither. Odd dog.
Emma met my mom the next morning with similar results (Mom works from 1:30 pm until about 1:30 am; at least for now, they've threatened with lots of layoffs again this year and she's one of the lowest on the list). But, all in all, she decided they were okay people.
Doggles excitedly jumped to and fro and demanded all his friends pay him his much deserved attention. He is a little Napoleon.
The dogs enjoyed lots of off-leash walkies.
Jon and I drove to the Columbus Zoo and Aquarium on a beautiful sunny 60ish day. There were regrettably a lot of rug rats but otherwise it was an enjoyable day. I have problems with people who believe that it is more important for their offspring to ogle the animals than it is for anyone else even though we've all paid the ticket price.
Jon and I were both jealous of the "Special People" who somehow got to go in with the elephants and the rhinos and feed them cookies...how did you get to do that? How much did that cost? And, most importantly, I WANT TO FEED A RHINO A COOKIE!!!!
And, EXCITEMENT!!!! Dad, Emma, Doggles, Bean, and I went for a walk. Emma, snagged her ear on a barb-wire fence and was covered in blood. Stopping the bleeding was difficult. I assume she snagged the ear near a vein. Didn't seem to cause her much pain and was more bewildered that I was trying to keep her from shaking her head and spattering it all over. As it was, we cleaned scads of blood off the aluminum siding, the screen door and the porch.
Jon was sent to the store for styptic powder. I was hopelessly sticky with blood, sitting outside, barefoot and wet (it was raining) with a wet, bleeding dog while my dad was trying to think of ways to help. Then Jon calls from the store and says something is wrong with the Jeep (oh, joy) in his good-natured willingness to help he had mistakenly thought that it would help to put the Jeep in four wheel drive then drive on the wet road. Jon had left his phone so if he got stranded wouldn't have a way to let us know.
So my dad had to drive to town to make sure Jon made it back. Basically whatever is wrong involves the four wheel drive gear box or something. Always these things seem to happen near a weekend and repair shops are not weekend friendly. So, we didn't get it fixed and drove all over Ohio and back to Michigan. Made it just fine. Does need looking after, though. Dad seemed to think the gear boxes may be out of lubricant...he had a similar problem with his old 1979 Bronco. Don't know.
Stopped the bleeding--until the next day when Miss Emma Squirms a Lot decided she needed to roll around like a goofball on the carpet (my parents have brand new carpet and freshly painted walls) shake her head and bleed some more. So we attached a bit of paper towel to her wound (lol its still there) and tied her out at the dog box. She was NOT impressed. And Jon sat out there with her for a long time to quiet her barking.
I got to scrub blood out of carpet with carpet cleaner (thankfully my parents had bought stain-resistant carpet) and off of the walls (Windex is remarkably up to the job). The only other thing she managed to bleed on was a quilt that my Grandmother made and mom has assured me that it washed out (oh, I thought I was going to be in trouble...but why my mom put such a fine thing on the bed when she knew me and my messiness was on its way home, I will never know).
We ate lots of Killbuck Pizza. Well, I ate just the toppings. Bean was well spoiled with crust. We ate tasty Mexican food in Coshocton. Went to a thrift store in Millersburg where I bought a pair of $4 jeans. We bought three bottles of Blackberry wine from Breitenbach in Sugarcreek (where I decided I really do hate tourists, even though I suppose I am technically now one of them...but I guess I'm not really a tourist. I know the back roads, I knew which wine I wanted and we got out of that horribly crowded winery in less than five minutes). We went to the Antique Mall in New Philadelphia, to a cheese house in Charm, laughed at an Amish man talking on a cell phone while driving a pony hitched to a sulky and dragging a huge tractor tire down the road. Yes, weird. Yes, wildly local to that area and still hilarious.
Visited old co-workers who are still some of my most awesome friends. How I love you, Kate. I suspect you will never know just how much. Offering your car when Jon thought his went to shit was beyond the call of duty. Glad I got to see you. And Gregg...you look awesome considering the last time I was home you'd had quadruple bypass surgery and I was told you had cancer. You are still my favorite receiver ever...you big, earring wearing Harley driving teddy bear!
Dad did force me to visit my only surviving grandparent on the grounds that Dad suspects he won't last long. But he didn't make me stay long. The old house, while far far far from clean, looked lots cleaner than I remember. Oh, well, you can't chose your family. Wish I could have liked you Grandpa, but I never have. I was absolutely stunned to hear that you had wanted to see me when I was home for Christmas. Stunned. You've never shown much interest in me since I've never offered to let you use me for your own ends like you do so many of the others. I saw through all that shit when I was a fairly small child. I don't hate you. I just never liked you or what you stood for.
We had lunch with my brother and Katie, who had some news that she was being tested for preclampsia and would have to pee in a bottle all day at work and have it refrigerated. I think she finds out the results tomorrow. She definitely didn't look good. Her feet were swollen as wide as they are long and her face is quite puffy. Hope all is well.
Saw my aunt Nita and Uncle Jimmy briefly.
Caught up on all the local gossip.
Breathed fresh air.
Saw total darkness.
Heard almost perfect silence.
Saw my first honeybee of the year on my mom's crocuses.
Had fun, spent too much money, and still feel it was well worth it.
And now, back to work. On the upside, I can see my Michigan friends.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
A Cloudy Day
Spent all week answering questions about chickens for people who are idiots. No, your daughter can't hold a baby chick, don't you see the locked gates surrounding the metal troughs? There is quite a large risk your child will get salmonella and you will try to gain compensation by pressing charges against the store and possibly the corporation. So, the lawyers have taken preventative measures so that they don't have to fight any probable lawsuit. Being placed in a position because I need the money to sell chickens to people who have no idea how to care for them is against my ethics. If you want chickens you should do your research and not buy them because your brat children who feel entitled to do as they please because you have trained them to feel entitled--whine and plead.
Got home from work and Jon told me we are once again waiting on Shane to get off his ass to fill his end of a bargain so we can't leave for vacation on Sunday, as planned, and now must wait until Monday. I was not happy about having to make calls.
The water pump on the Jeep finally took a dump after all week of putting antifreeze into the leaking cooling system. So Ed was called and the part was purchased. It is now fine.
Jon then says that "something" was making a weird grindy, metal noise when he turned his front wheels. I said that it was highly unlikely that it was related to having a water pump replaced and he freaks out about how all I ever tell him that he is wrong. No, I assume it IS making a noise. I just disagree that it could have anything to do with the cooling system and is more likely something such as a bearing giving out. My car did that, too. So it is a steering system issue.
He got all huffy and took his mom's laundry back to her (her washing machine just broke, and having washed many many loads of our clothes when ours was broken we are returning the favor). When he came back, he said he drove angrily (translation: like an idiot...I am glad his car is made of metal and not plastic like mine) the sound went away. So whatever was grinding finally ground down or fell off. He says the Jeep is operating just fine.
So I have spent the day washing dishes, doing laundry, vacuuming, and trying to soothe some sort of weird macho psyche who doesn't want me to "question" his logic. Bah. What bullshit. I'd so much rather have been driving to my parent's house.
I am now watching a movie about Appalachia and a lady who goes there to collect and preserve folk songs. In this weird hill community, apparently everyone has a world-class voice. Not so, being from a small part of that region. Not so at all.
Got home from work and Jon told me we are once again waiting on Shane to get off his ass to fill his end of a bargain so we can't leave for vacation on Sunday, as planned, and now must wait until Monday. I was not happy about having to make calls.
The water pump on the Jeep finally took a dump after all week of putting antifreeze into the leaking cooling system. So Ed was called and the part was purchased. It is now fine.
Jon then says that "something" was making a weird grindy, metal noise when he turned his front wheels. I said that it was highly unlikely that it was related to having a water pump replaced and he freaks out about how all I ever tell him that he is wrong. No, I assume it IS making a noise. I just disagree that it could have anything to do with the cooling system and is more likely something such as a bearing giving out. My car did that, too. So it is a steering system issue.
He got all huffy and took his mom's laundry back to her (her washing machine just broke, and having washed many many loads of our clothes when ours was broken we are returning the favor). When he came back, he said he drove angrily (translation: like an idiot...I am glad his car is made of metal and not plastic like mine) the sound went away. So whatever was grinding finally ground down or fell off. He says the Jeep is operating just fine.
So I have spent the day washing dishes, doing laundry, vacuuming, and trying to soothe some sort of weird macho psyche who doesn't want me to "question" his logic. Bah. What bullshit. I'd so much rather have been driving to my parent's house.
I am now watching a movie about Appalachia and a lady who goes there to collect and preserve folk songs. In this weird hill community, apparently everyone has a world-class voice. Not so, being from a small part of that region. Not so at all.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Ready for a Vacation
Such a week.
Jon is stressed out because his bullshit fast food job is stressful. He called me one day to tell me that his arm was twitching and that he felt weird all day and wondered if he should go to the doctor. No one is doing their jobs, which makes it more difficult for people actually trying to do their jobs. I can certainly understand that. Someone was fired today for arguing with the boss, then shoving him. Big mistake. Unfortunately, this caused Jon to have to stay an extra hour and half when he was already working 9 hours, and is horrible for morale. I'd love to be able to tell him "hey, quit your shit job" but we need the money. He knows this and is trying to not just blurt out that he quits. He needs to fill out apps. That is all I can tell him. Fill out applications everywhere while you still have a job. They want people who already have jobs. Don't know why. Just works that way.
My boss also has been flaky lately. Well, flakier than usual. I wrote down I want vacation for the week after this one and he didn't really look at the calendar then scheduled me my usual 40 hours. Jon needs the vacation more than I do, but still, I was highly irritated because I already agreed with Jon that we would go away for a while. Mental health holiday and such. So I had to argue with Tim to get my vacation. Sorry, you should have looked at the calendar. The awesome thing about my job is that we finished out the month 60 percent over sales plan and I get a bonus the second pay period in March. I'm curious to see how much that will be. I've never had a store bonus that high before. It always comes in handy with bill paying and such.
Jon is worried he won't get to go on vacation since that guy was fired today. I think if they want to keep him on staff, and, from what I gather, they do...they even want to promote him, they'll let him go on vacation. He needs some time to just calm down.
Personally, I need some time without demands. The things in my life that make demands on my time that I chose to have in my life, I don't mind; such as my pets and my husband. But I need to cut loose the demands of my job at some point...and stresses about bills too...even if its just for a week.
My Auntie Max wanted us to drive down to Florida to stay at her place. Would be nice. Lots of moola in gas that we don't have. Never been there. Sounds nice. But it will be over run with stupid spring-breakers anyway. Also, its a hell of a long drive for only a week. So sounds like we'll be going to my parents house doing who knows what again. I love seeing them, but sometimes I really don't know what to get into; just like I don't know what to get into around home in Michigan sometimes.
Jon is stressed out because his bullshit fast food job is stressful. He called me one day to tell me that his arm was twitching and that he felt weird all day and wondered if he should go to the doctor. No one is doing their jobs, which makes it more difficult for people actually trying to do their jobs. I can certainly understand that. Someone was fired today for arguing with the boss, then shoving him. Big mistake. Unfortunately, this caused Jon to have to stay an extra hour and half when he was already working 9 hours, and is horrible for morale. I'd love to be able to tell him "hey, quit your shit job" but we need the money. He knows this and is trying to not just blurt out that he quits. He needs to fill out apps. That is all I can tell him. Fill out applications everywhere while you still have a job. They want people who already have jobs. Don't know why. Just works that way.
My boss also has been flaky lately. Well, flakier than usual. I wrote down I want vacation for the week after this one and he didn't really look at the calendar then scheduled me my usual 40 hours. Jon needs the vacation more than I do, but still, I was highly irritated because I already agreed with Jon that we would go away for a while. Mental health holiday and such. So I had to argue with Tim to get my vacation. Sorry, you should have looked at the calendar. The awesome thing about my job is that we finished out the month 60 percent over sales plan and I get a bonus the second pay period in March. I'm curious to see how much that will be. I've never had a store bonus that high before. It always comes in handy with bill paying and such.
Jon is worried he won't get to go on vacation since that guy was fired today. I think if they want to keep him on staff, and, from what I gather, they do...they even want to promote him, they'll let him go on vacation. He needs some time to just calm down.
Personally, I need some time without demands. The things in my life that make demands on my time that I chose to have in my life, I don't mind; such as my pets and my husband. But I need to cut loose the demands of my job at some point...and stresses about bills too...even if its just for a week.
My Auntie Max wanted us to drive down to Florida to stay at her place. Would be nice. Lots of moola in gas that we don't have. Never been there. Sounds nice. But it will be over run with stupid spring-breakers anyway. Also, its a hell of a long drive for only a week. So sounds like we'll be going to my parents house doing who knows what again. I love seeing them, but sometimes I really don't know what to get into; just like I don't know what to get into around home in Michigan sometimes.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Typical Weekend
The great gluten-free experiment ended yesterday with me eating a bacon cheeseburger with toasted bun yesterday at Sonic. Immediately my eyes glazed over, I felt lethargic and sleepy and yet somehow on edge. By the end of the day my stomach was burbling with gas and my ankles were aching even though I hadn't done any walking or standing all day like I would at work. They still ache. So I am going gluten-free. I felt better in those two weeks than I have in a long time. I got hungry regularly. My moods were more balanced. That sort of thing. My joints hurt less. Less stomach upset.
Jon's friends piled over for Magic last night. They left at 4 am. We were both tired of them by 2am, but they seemed to be having a nice time and its hard to get any of them to come over so we let it ride. They self selected to go home eventually. The first to go home, naturally, was Levon. We tried to give him a ride home--considering he staggered and accidentally hit Chris with a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels--but he refused and we thought maybe it would be better if he got pulled over. Maybe, in his head, he'd have a harder, more difficult time rationalizing that it is okay to drink two beers plus an entire pint of rum---at least four times a week.
Levon is an awesome person when not drinking heavily. When drinking heavily he becomes surly and strange. His natural feelings of being threatened by everyone else's sexuality come to the surface as defensive posturing. He's threatened by homosexuals even though none of his friends are homosexual...and feels immensely threatened by jokes of homosexuality within their male-bonding time. They are close friends. Sometimes I do refer to them as Jon's boyfriends. None of them are anti-gay or feel that gays are second class citizens. Levon has some hang-ups, apparently. No one knows why. Maybe, deep-down, he's afraid he might be gay. He feels threatened by guys talking guy-talk about girls. I assume because I was in the room? Don't know. Didn't bother me. They are GUYS...I've been around predominantly males my entire life. I don't feel threatened or offended by idle, joking chatter. At one point he apologized to me that I was surrounded by guys last night. I told him not to be, I was fine with it, really. Mostly I was bored since I wasn't playing Magic and they were being loud so I couldn't watch tv either. But I wasn't feeling threatened or out of place. If I had, they would have been asked to leave.
He needs help. More than any of us can provide. Most of us do not drink heavily or even every day of the year. He knows he needs help but seems helpless to get it. He wants a girlfriend but doesn't know how to obtain that either. Poor guy. He's going to have to come to some self-realizations. He's not 18 anymore. That's a lot of the problem. Girls his age don't want to date a 25 year old who acts like a teenager.
Lots of laundry today. Sent Jon to have the oil changed in my car. I hate those guys. It's just easier to send him. They don't yell at him about things that are wrong or are perceived wrong. Went through the automatic car wash so car is all shiny and yellow again. Probably won't last long. I shall probably have to see Ruth and then it will be a chocolate covered banana again, but at least the road salt is off of it.
Bought curtains to replace the aging plastic blinds. They are purple with small white polka dots. Jon, surprisingly, doesn't seem to mind. I figured he'd feel they were too girlie. The adult curtains were boring so I went with kids' blackout curtains. My choices were purple, hot pink, lime green, lime green with stripes, and purple with polka dots. It was a happy looking section and I like that in my house. I don't abide boring very well. Who said adults can only have white, brown, black, red, green, and beige curtains? Blech.
Used joint compound to fill in the holes from the old sun-rotten blinds. Just need to let it dry then sand, then paint over it and will be done. Glad I can do whatever I want in my house. It kind of makes up for all the things that are broken. I would be miserable in a rental.
Made split pea soup with ham for the first time. It looks ugly but is tasty and pretty easy. Just time consuming with all the boiling.
Jon's friends piled over for Magic last night. They left at 4 am. We were both tired of them by 2am, but they seemed to be having a nice time and its hard to get any of them to come over so we let it ride. They self selected to go home eventually. The first to go home, naturally, was Levon. We tried to give him a ride home--considering he staggered and accidentally hit Chris with a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels--but he refused and we thought maybe it would be better if he got pulled over. Maybe, in his head, he'd have a harder, more difficult time rationalizing that it is okay to drink two beers plus an entire pint of rum---at least four times a week.
Levon is an awesome person when not drinking heavily. When drinking heavily he becomes surly and strange. His natural feelings of being threatened by everyone else's sexuality come to the surface as defensive posturing. He's threatened by homosexuals even though none of his friends are homosexual...and feels immensely threatened by jokes of homosexuality within their male-bonding time. They are close friends. Sometimes I do refer to them as Jon's boyfriends. None of them are anti-gay or feel that gays are second class citizens. Levon has some hang-ups, apparently. No one knows why. Maybe, deep-down, he's afraid he might be gay. He feels threatened by guys talking guy-talk about girls. I assume because I was in the room? Don't know. Didn't bother me. They are GUYS...I've been around predominantly males my entire life. I don't feel threatened or offended by idle, joking chatter. At one point he apologized to me that I was surrounded by guys last night. I told him not to be, I was fine with it, really. Mostly I was bored since I wasn't playing Magic and they were being loud so I couldn't watch tv either. But I wasn't feeling threatened or out of place. If I had, they would have been asked to leave.
He needs help. More than any of us can provide. Most of us do not drink heavily or even every day of the year. He knows he needs help but seems helpless to get it. He wants a girlfriend but doesn't know how to obtain that either. Poor guy. He's going to have to come to some self-realizations. He's not 18 anymore. That's a lot of the problem. Girls his age don't want to date a 25 year old who acts like a teenager.
Lots of laundry today. Sent Jon to have the oil changed in my car. I hate those guys. It's just easier to send him. They don't yell at him about things that are wrong or are perceived wrong. Went through the automatic car wash so car is all shiny and yellow again. Probably won't last long. I shall probably have to see Ruth and then it will be a chocolate covered banana again, but at least the road salt is off of it.
Bought curtains to replace the aging plastic blinds. They are purple with small white polka dots. Jon, surprisingly, doesn't seem to mind. I figured he'd feel they were too girlie. The adult curtains were boring so I went with kids' blackout curtains. My choices were purple, hot pink, lime green, lime green with stripes, and purple with polka dots. It was a happy looking section and I like that in my house. I don't abide boring very well. Who said adults can only have white, brown, black, red, green, and beige curtains? Blech.
Used joint compound to fill in the holes from the old sun-rotten blinds. Just need to let it dry then sand, then paint over it and will be done. Glad I can do whatever I want in my house. It kind of makes up for all the things that are broken. I would be miserable in a rental.
Made split pea soup with ham for the first time. It looks ugly but is tasty and pretty easy. Just time consuming with all the boiling.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Not all that Interesting.
I have been gluten free for one week, three days. Four more days until I try something with gluten in it to see what happens. So far, I have more energy, am not getting lethargic after lunch, my joints ache less, and I have less stomach upset. Also, I have been getting hungry and there is much less nausea involved in the mornings. Used to be I couldn't even think about food until about 4 pm. So I think there is a pretty good chance that I am allergic to gluten. We shall see.
Went to a midwife ghetto with my pal Ruth. Apparently at U of M, they keep all the midwives quarantined in a special little ward just for them in the midst of normal ob/gyns or something. Midwifery might be catching. We wandered outside for ten minutes or so puzzling out how to get into the building, and which part of the building we needed to go to. We finally chose the children's ward, which is where I want to go if I ever have to be admitted. Bright colors, pretty lights, and stuffed animals. Yep. Fuck all that white adult hospital shit. And the lady at the desk sent us up to the 9th floor, then the lady at the 9th floor desk sent us into a whole other building for the midwifery conference. From then on, it was all glamorous talk about mucus plugs and breaking water. Then, a tour, back to Floor 9, where the rooms are equipped with showers, tubs, huge television sets, and, apparently, the interwebs. I commenced to tease Ruth about posting Facebook statuses while in labor. Then it was tasty Thai food and back home.
Tuesday was declared Redford Mental Health Day and at least three of its residents skipped work. Me, Jon, and his pal Levon all decided to just not go to work. It was nice just lounging around the house doing absolutely nothing, I must admit. Our days off are usually busy for some reason. All that shopping for food and cooking of the food that we don't want to do during the week.
Today is rainy but at least it doesn't seem to be freezing to anything. Think I'll drive out to Ruth's. Nothing better going on before work today. Jon already left.
Went to a midwife ghetto with my pal Ruth. Apparently at U of M, they keep all the midwives quarantined in a special little ward just for them in the midst of normal ob/gyns or something. Midwifery might be catching. We wandered outside for ten minutes or so puzzling out how to get into the building, and which part of the building we needed to go to. We finally chose the children's ward, which is where I want to go if I ever have to be admitted. Bright colors, pretty lights, and stuffed animals. Yep. Fuck all that white adult hospital shit. And the lady at the desk sent us up to the 9th floor, then the lady at the 9th floor desk sent us into a whole other building for the midwifery conference. From then on, it was all glamorous talk about mucus plugs and breaking water. Then, a tour, back to Floor 9, where the rooms are equipped with showers, tubs, huge television sets, and, apparently, the interwebs. I commenced to tease Ruth about posting Facebook statuses while in labor. Then it was tasty Thai food and back home.
Tuesday was declared Redford Mental Health Day and at least three of its residents skipped work. Me, Jon, and his pal Levon all decided to just not go to work. It was nice just lounging around the house doing absolutely nothing, I must admit. Our days off are usually busy for some reason. All that shopping for food and cooking of the food that we don't want to do during the week.
Today is rainy but at least it doesn't seem to be freezing to anything. Think I'll drive out to Ruth's. Nothing better going on before work today. Jon already left.
Friday, February 10, 2012
A Gluten-Free Me?
I am embarking on an adventure to find out whether or not I have an allergy to gluten. This is day number four. So far I am feeling better. Less icky tummy in the mornings, less lethargy during the day and I have been in a predominantly good mood for a few days.
Weird, I know, especially since its the full moon and I've been dealing with insane customers all week. The only horrible customer I haven't seen during the full moon is the smelly and disgusting cat lady. I'm sure I will see her today or tomorrow, unfortunately.
I've even been getting hungry! Wow! That usually doesn't happen, at least not several days in a row.
My personal expert who has been down this road with many food allergies (unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it) tells me to be gluten free for two weeks then eat the bread, pizza, or wheat-infested entree of choice and see what happens. So I shall see.
I am looking forward to finding out, actually. This may change/fix all the many horrible MY BODY HATES ME kind of things that have been going on for years and years and have actually been getting much, much worse.
And, I get to see Ruth this weekend sometime while Petting Zoo is being played:)
Weird, I know, especially since its the full moon and I've been dealing with insane customers all week. The only horrible customer I haven't seen during the full moon is the smelly and disgusting cat lady. I'm sure I will see her today or tomorrow, unfortunately.
I've even been getting hungry! Wow! That usually doesn't happen, at least not several days in a row.
My personal expert who has been down this road with many food allergies (unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it) tells me to be gluten free for two weeks then eat the bread, pizza, or wheat-infested entree of choice and see what happens. So I shall see.
I am looking forward to finding out, actually. This may change/fix all the many horrible MY BODY HATES ME kind of things that have been going on for years and years and have actually been getting much, much worse.
And, I get to see Ruth this weekend sometime while Petting Zoo is being played:)
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Shane the Persistent
My husband's friend Shane apparently is "resetting" his sleep pattern again; something he does every few weeks for no good reason I can think of because he works at a bar, so he goes to work at 10 pm and regularly gets home between 3 and 4 am, so that's just his sleep schedule, there is no reason to bother with resetting his pattern as far as I can tell. So, this morning, Jon receives a long phone call that Shane is hungry, doesn't want to eat alone, and is craving a "bar burger."
Of course, although I don't practice the mad, national holiday of the Super Bowl, that's the annoying event that is going on, so the last place anyone who doesn't worship this stupid, ass-patting sport would ever want to go...is...a bar. So Shane tries his best to get Jon, who also hates this sport, to go to a bar and get a bar burger with him, fails, and yet, keeps persisting and calling back. Jon, predictably, turns off his phone.
Jon eventually turns his phone back on, and gets all these text messages from, of course, Shane, that apparently no one he knows wants to go to the bar and get a bar burger. Poor Shane. He's actually convinced Angus beef is the best because the advertising agencies tell him so. Good beef is good beef, the species of cow matters little, actually...what matters more is what that cow eats and if it is a healthy cow. My uncle's Jersey cows taste phenomenal, but then, they eat mainly pasture, have no hormones injected into them and are processed locally.
So, Jon, for reasons I will never understand, calls Shane and listens to more whining. Subway sounds good to me, Shane is still set on a bar burger, and Jon wants Wendy's. So, somehow, between all the whining about Shane not wanting to go further than a mile for his food (weird city people), Jon says he'll pick him up and they'll "go places."
At this point I am annoyed at Shane because he's so whiny. I refuse to go along, which was the original plan. So, Jon has dutifully promised to bring me a sub from Subway, then he and Shane will eat Wendy's or whatever the hell they've decided on, and then Jon is going to "Shane-nap" Shane and force him to come over to our house. He, for some reason, is annoyed because we won't let him smoke cigarettes in our house and has to go outside to smoke. I say, smoke less, it's better for you and you won't waste as much money. Apparently Jon says his offer to go get Shane is his way of annoying Shane back by forcing him to do what Jon wants instead of what Shane wants.
As for the rest of the story, I am sure I will have to listen to grown men playing "Magic" but then again, I won't have to deal with sitting in Shane's basement wonderland of boring. You'd think the man would want some fresh air and sunlight, but, no, he seems to think he's the Crypt Keeper or something. I will never understand Basement Dwelling City Boys.
Of course, although I don't practice the mad, national holiday of the Super Bowl, that's the annoying event that is going on, so the last place anyone who doesn't worship this stupid, ass-patting sport would ever want to go...is...a bar. So Shane tries his best to get Jon, who also hates this sport, to go to a bar and get a bar burger with him, fails, and yet, keeps persisting and calling back. Jon, predictably, turns off his phone.
Jon eventually turns his phone back on, and gets all these text messages from, of course, Shane, that apparently no one he knows wants to go to the bar and get a bar burger. Poor Shane. He's actually convinced Angus beef is the best because the advertising agencies tell him so. Good beef is good beef, the species of cow matters little, actually...what matters more is what that cow eats and if it is a healthy cow. My uncle's Jersey cows taste phenomenal, but then, they eat mainly pasture, have no hormones injected into them and are processed locally.
So, Jon, for reasons I will never understand, calls Shane and listens to more whining. Subway sounds good to me, Shane is still set on a bar burger, and Jon wants Wendy's. So, somehow, between all the whining about Shane not wanting to go further than a mile for his food (weird city people), Jon says he'll pick him up and they'll "go places."
At this point I am annoyed at Shane because he's so whiny. I refuse to go along, which was the original plan. So, Jon has dutifully promised to bring me a sub from Subway, then he and Shane will eat Wendy's or whatever the hell they've decided on, and then Jon is going to "Shane-nap" Shane and force him to come over to our house. He, for some reason, is annoyed because we won't let him smoke cigarettes in our house and has to go outside to smoke. I say, smoke less, it's better for you and you won't waste as much money. Apparently Jon says his offer to go get Shane is his way of annoying Shane back by forcing him to do what Jon wants instead of what Shane wants.
As for the rest of the story, I am sure I will have to listen to grown men playing "Magic" but then again, I won't have to deal with sitting in Shane's basement wonderland of boring. You'd think the man would want some fresh air and sunlight, but, no, he seems to think he's the Crypt Keeper or something. I will never understand Basement Dwelling City Boys.
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