that moving sucks. It really does. How is it that we are this unorganized? And how is it that so much dust, dirt, animal toy stuffing, bits of paper, and just random weird shit can be hiding behind the smallest thing. I mean, I am not what one would refer to as a neat freak, but I am not the slob of the century! Ugh! I swear to f'ing Spaghetti Monster that I just can't do this again without the help of movers! This is misery. And, boy, do I know misery.
That being said, I am in a crap mood. However, I sure am glad to be getting out of this nightmare of a house. I love it. It's cute. I like the neighborhood. But, the nightmare this place has been. One day soon I will give you the rundown of why we are moving. The breaking point was the third in a row electric bill that was just unacceptable. And by that, I mean $626! I fear what August's will bring! So, yeah, we had to get!
All in all, it will be over and done with this weekend. It has to be! That's when we have to be out by. So, let's hope it goes well. Let's hope that Jody and I don't kill each other or our stink bag dogs! Yay! Moving is fun!
Friday, August 28, 2009
People are assfaces sometimes!
This may be too much info, but I don't care. It is my blog. And if I want to talk about gross things, I can. Mandy, close your eyes now...
Okay, I work 12 to 13 hour shifts at work. Sometimes during these shifts, one must use the facilities, if you get my drift. I mean, "use" the facilities. I am being tactful here.
So, on occasion one must go. And if one where me, one can't go with anyone else in the bathroom. It ain't happening. I will sit there dying, but I will not go! I can't. I really just can't. Can't have any sort of an audience.
So, when this happens I try to wait out the people in the bathroom. What kills me is when people don't leave. You know when someone is in a stall waiting for some privacy. When I am that person not in the stall, I hurry my ass up before others come in because I know the stall person needs a moment. I get in and out. Give that person a moment alone.
Not where I work! Not at all. Today, (okay, y'all, I had to poop today. I let the secret out! I poop!) I went in a sat down. Of course, someone walks in behind me. Dang! She tinkles then proceeds to take 1 minute and 17 seconds (I was timing with my phone and counting in my head) to wash her stupid hands, dry them off with apparently 92303489 paper towels, and leave. Why? Did she pee all over her arms and hands? Does she have to look in the mirror for 30 seconds? What the hell, lady! Get the fuck out! I almost screamed it. I really did.
People, go to the bathroom and get out, especially if you know someone is in there and has to go. 1 minute 17 seconds is a long time to sit on the pot and not go when you really, really have to! I mean, I only go when absolutely necessary in public. So, come on. Would you not want someone to leave you alone for a moment? That is far too much time to spend washing your danged hands. And all the paper towels? You damn tree killer! Come on. Get the fuck out of the bathroom!
Okay, that is my rant. I have no idea why people just don't show a little bit of kindness by washing their hands and getting the hell out. You know when someone has to go. So, let them go for Christ's sake! It's the only decent thing to do.
Okay, enough of my rant. But, keep in mind next time you want to spend five minutes in the bathroom just screwing around that others might really have to go and would rather gouge their eyes out with broken glass than have to go when others are around. Be kind, rewind, People!
Thank you, and goodnight!
Okay, I work 12 to 13 hour shifts at work. Sometimes during these shifts, one must use the facilities, if you get my drift. I mean, "use" the facilities. I am being tactful here.
So, on occasion one must go. And if one where me, one can't go with anyone else in the bathroom. It ain't happening. I will sit there dying, but I will not go! I can't. I really just can't. Can't have any sort of an audience.
So, when this happens I try to wait out the people in the bathroom. What kills me is when people don't leave. You know when someone is in a stall waiting for some privacy. When I am that person not in the stall, I hurry my ass up before others come in because I know the stall person needs a moment. I get in and out. Give that person a moment alone.
Not where I work! Not at all. Today, (okay, y'all, I had to poop today. I let the secret out! I poop!) I went in a sat down. Of course, someone walks in behind me. Dang! She tinkles then proceeds to take 1 minute and 17 seconds (I was timing with my phone and counting in my head) to wash her stupid hands, dry them off with apparently 92303489 paper towels, and leave. Why? Did she pee all over her arms and hands? Does she have to look in the mirror for 30 seconds? What the hell, lady! Get the fuck out! I almost screamed it. I really did.
People, go to the bathroom and get out, especially if you know someone is in there and has to go. 1 minute 17 seconds is a long time to sit on the pot and not go when you really, really have to! I mean, I only go when absolutely necessary in public. So, come on. Would you not want someone to leave you alone for a moment? That is far too much time to spend washing your danged hands. And all the paper towels? You damn tree killer! Come on. Get the fuck out of the bathroom!
Okay, that is my rant. I have no idea why people just don't show a little bit of kindness by washing their hands and getting the hell out. You know when someone has to go. So, let them go for Christ's sake! It's the only decent thing to do.
Okay, enough of my rant. But, keep in mind next time you want to spend five minutes in the bathroom just screwing around that others might really have to go and would rather gouge their eyes out with broken glass than have to go when others are around. Be kind, rewind, People!
Thank you, and goodnight!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Moving sucks!
We are moving. It is sucking. Just thought you would like to know. I am not loving it at all!
Update:
We are still tired. Moving still sucks. We are done for the day. Yay! Except there is way more to do. Note to self, never move all the way across m f'ing town again! Like for real across town. Not just half way, all the way! Ugh!
In packing, I did find Schneider's old fishing outfit that he hated so much. So, I made Gus wear it as punishment for not quite getting this potty training thing! Here he is. He is so damn cute!!
As I do with every move, I start deciding I want to throw tons of crap away. And in doing so, I start making a pile in the middle of the floor. This pile gets walked on, I start throwing stuff just slightly outside the pile, the dogs run through it, I get pissed off at something and kick the pile, etc. etc. etc... Just like every move, this pile has turned into a huge mess covering the living room floor. Why do I do this every time?
Also, this is the last time without movers. I think my age and my fat and my out of shape have all finally caught up with each other. It's a terrible thing! Also, moving in flip flops not a good idea. I've done it before, but again, it's all catching up.
We are done for the day. Saturday is the biggie if anyone wants to come and help!! 10 am! Hurray! Or not hurray. More like suck-ay. But, it must be done.
By the way, anyone want a couch?
Oh, and I would like to thank Jody for knowing that a sno cone will cure anything, and buying me a super duper rainbow one! See why I love him? He carries all the heavy stuff and buys me a sno cone. He's a good man!
Oh, and I just have to say this, but I hate the AT&T Mary J. Blige commercial. She really should have rethought those tattoos. Not good. Not at all. Of course, she is rich and famous, so who am I to say anything. But, I hate them! And I hate that commercial.
Enough, I'm going away now...
Update:
We are still tired. Moving still sucks. We are done for the day. Yay! Except there is way more to do. Note to self, never move all the way across m f'ing town again! Like for real across town. Not just half way, all the way! Ugh!
In packing, I did find Schneider's old fishing outfit that he hated so much. So, I made Gus wear it as punishment for not quite getting this potty training thing! Here he is. He is so damn cute!!
As I do with every move, I start deciding I want to throw tons of crap away. And in doing so, I start making a pile in the middle of the floor. This pile gets walked on, I start throwing stuff just slightly outside the pile, the dogs run through it, I get pissed off at something and kick the pile, etc. etc. etc... Just like every move, this pile has turned into a huge mess covering the living room floor. Why do I do this every time?
Also, this is the last time without movers. I think my age and my fat and my out of shape have all finally caught up with each other. It's a terrible thing! Also, moving in flip flops not a good idea. I've done it before, but again, it's all catching up.
We are done for the day. Saturday is the biggie if anyone wants to come and help!! 10 am! Hurray! Or not hurray. More like suck-ay. But, it must be done.
By the way, anyone want a couch?
Oh, and I would like to thank Jody for knowing that a sno cone will cure anything, and buying me a super duper rainbow one! See why I love him? He carries all the heavy stuff and buys me a sno cone. He's a good man!
Oh, and I just have to say this, but I hate the AT&T Mary J. Blige commercial. She really should have rethought those tattoos. Not good. Not at all. Of course, she is rich and famous, so who am I to say anything. But, I hate them! And I hate that commercial.
Enough, I'm going away now...
Sunday, August 23, 2009
My Dog Sleeps Like a Weirdo!
Freaky weirdo dog! I love him, but he's a goon with his open eye, teeth sleep. Isn't it funny?
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Moving, Omlets, and Douchebag Sorority Girls....Ah, what a Friday night!
Well, ain't a whole lot has happened in the past few days. We are looking at new places to live. I think we are going with a place in the Far West area. I never thought I would live over there. But, it's clean, cheap, and close to enough crap that it is convinient. It beats the hell out of living in the semi-ghetto we live in right now.
Don't get me wrong, I love it over here! I do. I am a ghetto person. But, sometimes, you just have to move on. So, that is what we are doing. Well, we kinda have to because we aren't renewing our lease because the house we live in is falling apart. Not horribly. Well, somewhat. It's just time to move on.
I sure do hate moving. I do. I really hate it. I'm not even good at it anymore the way I used to be. I think I have gotten too fat and too old to want to do this anymore! Also, I am too lazy. And, it is too hot! For real! But mostly, I just don't want to do it. But, I guess I am gonna.
New Subject!
Last night, the Jodster and I went to the Star Seeds. It's a fairly decent dive restaurant. It used to be a lot divier until this douche bag restaurant bought them, but that's another story.
So, we are sitting there, and this girl at the next booth kept asking the waitress the most ridiculous questions. She actually had the waitress go to the kitchen to ask the "Chef" (that's what the dumb girl said) how he prepared the chicken in a couple of dishes. Now this might sound reasonable at some places, but here, it's not. It's retarded! Just to give you an idea of why, here are some pictures of the place.
That is the whole thing. A few booths and a counter. The chef doesn't prepare the chicken. He cooks that shit! This is a restaurant that I have had a waiter bring me food with his track marks bleeding. I am not lying. This isn't a chef restaurant!
Then she kept asking about things on the menu even though she didn't have one with her. She asked things like..."What do you have?" Seriously! The waitress was trying to recommend things, but she was liking them.
"How about a breakfast taco?"
"What's in it?" (what's in it? Is she retarded? What ever the hell you want to be in it!)
"Well, lots of thing. They're good, and they are pretty big."
"Well, that sounds too big. I don't want that. Do you have regular tacos?"
"We do. They come with..."
"Wait, I don't want that."
At this point the waitress reaches over the counter and grabs a menu for the girl and hands it to her.
"I don't want that. Just bring me some queso. (Of course. After all that, like the dumb sorostitute she is, she orders something like queso.)
"You want the appetizer sized queso?"
"Well, yes."
Then the douche lets out a big sigh and falls back in the booth like she's exasperated.
Are you fucking kidding me? I really wanted to go over and punch her. For real! She was such a douche. Here is a picture of her that I had to take because she was an asshole. It's a crappy picture, but I got what I could get.
See her over there leaning against the wall. She had a dirty look on her face the whole time!
And the awesome part was the queso and chips where huge! I think they might have given her an extra big one because she didn't want anything big because it all seemed to be too much. And can someone explain how a breakfast taco is less anything than a large order of chips and queso? I would think the queso would be worse for you. But, what do I know, I am not a stupid,spoiled 18 year old sorority girl with a permanent sneer. Luckily, other than "I can't talk to her because her face is so ugly" and "Why don't I have more tea? Where's the girl?," I was able to block her out for the rest of our meal. Thank goodness for good company, a yummy vegetarian omelet, and my new friend Frenchy the Snooty French cup of Coke.
Really, the girl was a complete asshole, and not in that good kind of asshole way I like. She was more of a twat, I would say. Of course, this is what happens to Austin every August. The influx of a whole new crop of 18 year old douchebags! Luckily, many will drop out for reasons such as: binge drinking and failing classes, gaining weight, getting a complex, becoming depressed, and dropping classes, or getting pregnant and dropping out. So come October, it is more normal. Still full of dickheads like that girl above but less of them.
So, that is all for me for now. I am off to either grocery shop or pack boxes. I can't decide which I want to do less, so it is difficult to decide. Maybe I will just sit here and watch TV. No, I know I will just sit here and watch TV.
That is all!
Don't get me wrong, I love it over here! I do. I am a ghetto person. But, sometimes, you just have to move on. So, that is what we are doing. Well, we kinda have to because we aren't renewing our lease because the house we live in is falling apart. Not horribly. Well, somewhat. It's just time to move on.
I sure do hate moving. I do. I really hate it. I'm not even good at it anymore the way I used to be. I think I have gotten too fat and too old to want to do this anymore! Also, I am too lazy. And, it is too hot! For real! But mostly, I just don't want to do it. But, I guess I am gonna.
New Subject!
Last night, the Jodster and I went to the Star Seeds. It's a fairly decent dive restaurant. It used to be a lot divier until this douche bag restaurant bought them, but that's another story.
So, we are sitting there, and this girl at the next booth kept asking the waitress the most ridiculous questions. She actually had the waitress go to the kitchen to ask the "Chef" (that's what the dumb girl said) how he prepared the chicken in a couple of dishes. Now this might sound reasonable at some places, but here, it's not. It's retarded! Just to give you an idea of why, here are some pictures of the place.
That is the whole thing. A few booths and a counter. The chef doesn't prepare the chicken. He cooks that shit! This is a restaurant that I have had a waiter bring me food with his track marks bleeding. I am not lying. This isn't a chef restaurant!
Then she kept asking about things on the menu even though she didn't have one with her. She asked things like..."What do you have?" Seriously! The waitress was trying to recommend things, but she was liking them.
"How about a breakfast taco?"
"What's in it?" (what's in it? Is she retarded? What ever the hell you want to be in it!)
"Well, lots of thing. They're good, and they are pretty big."
"Well, that sounds too big. I don't want that. Do you have regular tacos?"
"We do. They come with..."
"Wait, I don't want that."
At this point the waitress reaches over the counter and grabs a menu for the girl and hands it to her.
"I don't want that. Just bring me some queso. (Of course. After all that, like the dumb sorostitute she is, she orders something like queso.)
"You want the appetizer sized queso?"
"Well, yes."
Then the douche lets out a big sigh and falls back in the booth like she's exasperated.
Are you fucking kidding me? I really wanted to go over and punch her. For real! She was such a douche. Here is a picture of her that I had to take because she was an asshole. It's a crappy picture, but I got what I could get.
See her over there leaning against the wall. She had a dirty look on her face the whole time!
And the awesome part was the queso and chips where huge! I think they might have given her an extra big one because she didn't want anything big because it all seemed to be too much. And can someone explain how a breakfast taco is less anything than a large order of chips and queso? I would think the queso would be worse for you. But, what do I know, I am not a stupid,spoiled 18 year old sorority girl with a permanent sneer. Luckily, other than "I can't talk to her because her face is so ugly" and "Why don't I have more tea? Where's the girl?," I was able to block her out for the rest of our meal. Thank goodness for good company, a yummy vegetarian omelet, and my new friend Frenchy the Snooty French cup of Coke.
Really, the girl was a complete asshole, and not in that good kind of asshole way I like. She was more of a twat, I would say. Of course, this is what happens to Austin every August. The influx of a whole new crop of 18 year old douchebags! Luckily, many will drop out for reasons such as: binge drinking and failing classes, gaining weight, getting a complex, becoming depressed, and dropping classes, or getting pregnant and dropping out. So come October, it is more normal. Still full of dickheads like that girl above but less of them.
So, that is all for me for now. I am off to either grocery shop or pack boxes. I can't decide which I want to do less, so it is difficult to decide. Maybe I will just sit here and watch TV. No, I know I will just sit here and watch TV.
That is all!
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
I am done with all the schooling I can handle for some years!
Well, I am a master now. I have been super busy these past few months, and my blog is showing it. So, here is a little rundown in pictures of what has been going on. Nothing fancy, just stuff.
So, this has been it in a nutshell. Nothing fancy. I don't have any actual pictures of me graduating yet. I am sure I will get some. Hope everyone else is having some sort of a decent summer. I will update more promptly now because I have a lot of jibberish in my head that I need to get out!
So, this has been it in a nutshell. Nothing fancy. I don't have any actual pictures of me graduating yet. I am sure I will get some. Hope everyone else is having some sort of a decent summer. I will update more promptly now because I have a lot of jibberish in my head that I need to get out!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
June Cleaver, I am not!
You know what sucks? Making a grocery list on a budget. We are moving soon (more details soon!), so we are budgeting like a son of a bitch because moving is super pricey. So is graduating from graduate school (or any school). So we are on a budget. And, man, our meals are getting boring! Any suggestions? I mean, how many times can you have sandwich night, spaghetti night, taco night, stir fry night... you are getting it, right? Boring!
Is this any way for two modern people in their 30s who are shacking up to eat? Aren't we supposed to be eating fancy, cool, modern meals? Hell, I can't even think of any! I need help. What kind of a woman am I that I pawn off most of the cooking on the Jodster? And then when I do it, it's super boring! Cereal night, anyone?
But, luckily, the Fellow has show starting up again next week (different band, not The Wooden Birds), so maybe we will do our normal budgeting...groceries, then eat out for a week. That's how it usually happens. Maybe we will be good, though. Uhauls ain't free! Neither is anything having anything to do with moving. Ugh a loo!
Oh, wow, this is a boring blog. Sorry, Folks (or Folk). Yes, boring, but anyone have any cheap and somewhat vegetarian friendly meal ideas? By that I mean, I can make anything vegetarian if need be. But, if it is beef pie with a bacon crust and a side of minced chicken...well, you get it. Oh, and don't worry, the Jod eats the meat. Hell, he loves the shit out of the meat! And, I would never deny a man of his meat. He looks too damn cute when he gets that glimmer in his eyes when he grills to let that go!
So, give me some help. I have become an unimaginative freakazoid! Ahhhh!
Is this any way for two modern people in their 30s who are shacking up to eat? Aren't we supposed to be eating fancy, cool, modern meals? Hell, I can't even think of any! I need help. What kind of a woman am I that I pawn off most of the cooking on the Jodster? And then when I do it, it's super boring! Cereal night, anyone?
But, luckily, the Fellow has show starting up again next week (different band, not The Wooden Birds), so maybe we will do our normal budgeting...groceries, then eat out for a week. That's how it usually happens. Maybe we will be good, though. Uhauls ain't free! Neither is anything having anything to do with moving. Ugh a loo!
Oh, wow, this is a boring blog. Sorry, Folks (or Folk). Yes, boring, but anyone have any cheap and somewhat vegetarian friendly meal ideas? By that I mean, I can make anything vegetarian if need be. But, if it is beef pie with a bacon crust and a side of minced chicken...well, you get it. Oh, and don't worry, the Jod eats the meat. Hell, he loves the shit out of the meat! And, I would never deny a man of his meat. He looks too damn cute when he gets that glimmer in his eyes when he grills to let that go!
So, give me some help. I have become an unimaginative freakazoid! Ahhhh!
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