Friday, July 18, 2008


Oh thank goodness. I made it to another week end. I had a very traumatizing week, but i emerge unharmed. I had to be an adult and meet with clients about the services we provide, (in the means of transportation! stop thinking those odd little thoughts). It went very well. In fact too well. I am now responsible to find another four buses to run for them at some very odd hours. Besides me, who else is up at 100am to drive around some foreign workers? You would be surprised at how many individuals actually sleep at that hour. Bizarre, I know.
I also attended my sock club at my local yarn store. Serious progress was made on Philosopher's House Socks.

One almost down and one more to go. These are just clicking along.

I also waged war against the cats for supremacy of a clean rug. They really, really, really hate the vacuum. It is their number one public enemy.

Rebel's tactic is to aim for higher ground.

Napoleon prefers to stare Death in the eye.
My vacuum has survived another use and lives to vacuum another day.

We had a great week for weather. The temperature has been in the upper 20s. For the American folk, I find to convert, double and add 30 and that is roughly the temperature from centigrade to Fahrenheit. Sooooo 20 x 2 = 40 + 30 = 70.

I spoke with my mom and step dad this evening. I like to check in with them, catch up on family gossip and hear what is weird and exciting in their little world. Buddy, who I affectionately refer to as the serial killer, has taken out most of the rodent population and is lining their heads on the front stoop. Actually, cramming the decapitated heads in the "O" of the Welcome mat. How is that for a welcome?
Step dad had a doctor's appointment. They go to those a lot. They were experiencing a little problem. Well, not so much they as a team, but him because it was his appointment. He needed to be "empty" and was not yet successful in attaining this goal. I am pretty sure I am going to hell for telling this story, but, I hate to keep a secret. If I can't tell friendly bloggers, with whom can I share?
So to remedy this little situation, they stop off at the grocery store and pick up some over the counter stuff. By stuff, I mean, things that go into the mainly exit only region. They need a fix up now, so they go in the restroom. Of the grocery store! He gets down on all fours. Mom acts as nurse. He saying, hurry the hell up (mom's name here). Someone will think we are doing something weird in here.
Doing something weird.
My level of weirdness and mine parents' are very, very different.
They however, saw nothing wrong with this situation and could not figure out why I was just screaming on the phone.
So, problem solved. Test results are good. And I'm pretty sure a minimum wage employee at the Superstore will never be the same.

I'm going to sit on the balcony tomorrow and enjoy the heat. I also plan on finishing my step dad's vest. I have my rye and rum all ready to go. Enjoy the week end everyone.

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