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2008-11-15T10:31:00.000-08:00

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i got my honda

2008-08-30T08:35:00.001-07:00

I just reread my earlier post about when I first saw this car on our lot. I BOUGHT IT!!! Despite the high mileage, (145 thousand) the lady who owned the vehicle before took immaculate car of it, she had it all serviced here at my work, she had the oil and fluids changed, new exhuast, new timing belt, no rust. The engine is so clean it looks brand new. The interior is leather, so it's kept well and clean. She upgraded to a new Civic, but I think I'm in love with the Accords. I traded in my 2000 Saturn with tranny problems, they took it for $500 and turned around and wholesaled it (I acutally wholesaled it in my computer because that is one of my tasks up here) for about $1,200.

I've never been happier in my life about a freaking object.

the topic is time

2008-08-30T06:25:00.000-07:00

I went to Walgreens early and bought the thickest Vogue I've ever seen. The sweet lady at the counter made me realize how great my job is when she said,

" This is the biggest magazine I've ever seen! "

I said I needed something to do today at work, and she laughed and said she wished she could read magazines at work. Boy do I feel lucky!

A, B, C, D, E, F, .......

2008-08-28T07:00:00.000-07:00

A meme from my blog friend, The World of Mar: http://marisblogs.wordpress.com/ because I am bored, and have nothing really to talk about but the stormy rainy weather we have here that is slowly leaving the viewing area to soon make room for some sun and warmness maybe?

A Attached or Single?
Single and likes it a lot

B. Best Friend?
Mom

C. Cake or pie?
French silk pie

D. Day of choice?
Friday or my day off (Wednesday)

E. Essential item?
my camera

F. Favorite color?
pink, charcoal gray

G. Gummy bears or worms?
either as long as they're red (or white or both)

H. Hometown?
johnstown,pa

I. Favorite indulgence?
a couple of king size carmello's

J. January or July?
july

L. Life isn’t complete without?
good family connections

M. Marriage date? Say what?
never ever, ever ever

N. Number of brothers and sisters?
one older brother

O. Oranges or Apples?
i like both

P. Phobias?
spiders (I SCREAM)

R. Reasons to smile?
lots of them

S. Season of choice?
summer

T. Tag 5 people:
tag tag tag tag tag

U. Unknown fact about me?
i named my concious mind Bella (but don't suffer from multiple personality)

V. Vegetable?
cauliflower

W. Worst habit?
i bite my nails and swear

X. X-ray or Ultrasound?
x-ray, i don't need an ultrasound

Y. Your favorite food?
sour cream and cheddar ruffles

Z. Zodiac sign?
pisces

2008-08-25T07:25:00.000-07:00

Wow!

Am I glad to be at work today!

{I'm being so sarcastic} Today the "office" it's chaotic. Everyone is hostile and everyone is throwing around fight words. One guy is getting yelled at by our boss, right in the middle of the showroom, something about a car deal. Another is getting yelled at by other salesmen. It's just heated in here, you can feel the tension.

Maybe it's because I'm grumpy and I had one of those mornings where things just don't flow correctly. Waking up late, bad hair day, not enough down time. Grr.

I'm leaving early today, only for the fact that I just can't stand being around a bunch of egotistical sport junkies who sell cars.

And who get upset and passive agressive for the fact that I bought a really nice car for cheap when they knew they could of sold it for more.

Muscular Dystrophy Association Jail

2008-08-23T13:20:00.000-07:00

We ended up raising a total of $810 and we each got t-shirts. We made enough to send a child to camp, which means a lot after you learn a little about the disease and the catastrophic effects on the families and this whole thing makes sense once you do it.

GOOD MORNING!

2008-08-21T05:40:00.000-07:00

For starters, I'm not a "Good Morning!" sayer person. I don't like getting to work early, and having every person walk in saying "Good Morning Amy!" It's annoying to me to have to say it back, so I usually just say 'Hi', or 'Hello'. I don't know why it bothers me so much, I'm up at 3:50am every morning so my GOOD MORNING has already gone and passed by the time these people are saying good morning to me I feel like it's afternoon. It is not like I am going to snap on you for being polite and a considerate person, your just not going to get a GM back. Sorry.

On Tuesday I had the stupid flu buggy. I had to leave work, I had to lay on the couch and watch tv all day, but I couldn't eat or drink anything, which suuuucked

I'm better today, (little grumpy) due to some water and fruit, and today is the MDA JAIL thingy mabobber! I'm excited, but I'm more excited because Sharon is going with me, it will be way more fun with someone. We get hot dogs, and we get to ride in a limo. I'm taking my camera with me, so hopefully I can get some proof that this is real. Our bake sale at work racked up a whopping 180 bucks! (in a business week) I should just bake shit and sell it as a side job here. (can i do that?) I have to give most of the credit to Sharon, she baked everything except the five brownies that I brought in, so I contributed a whole maybe $5 to the sale.

HONDA:
There is a 95 Accord EX on the lot, it's on the cheap-o lot, and it has "engine concerns" but I desperately need a Honda and this one would be cheap payments a month, (less than 215) and I would even pay it off quicker by paying more than the minimum. Plus Mike owns the same kind of car and he's a HONDA MECHANIC HERE, so I'm going to have him check it out and I totally took the key out of the lock box (i've got lock box keys:) and it has leather seats but no cd player. Hmmm, I know that I'll be needing that.

Well I don't want to too haste but this thing has been on our lot for 17 days and thats quite some time for a cheap used Honda. I'm being paranoid by thinking everyone who drives over in that direction of the lot is going to buy my car. My dad said not to pick out the first thing I see and I very much agree with him. He's a very smart guy.

I have to finish some work before I continue writing this post

find me a used honda

2008-08-18T06:38:00.000-07:00

I have a dead car, taking up a parking spot at work. It's parked illegally (according to the police of the car lot at work) I need to move it but the transmission is spent, I'm afraid of driving it even a few feet and ruining it more. Do I really need to tow it.

It's filthy inside and stinks like I mass murdered and stored the dead bodies in it. I won't even get five hundred on a trade in amount probably. I don't know what my dad wants to do with it, since he holds the title and reg. It's paid off. I have nothing for a down payment and my mom is getting ansy about me using her car, and so am I because I'm deathly scared of driving it too much for the miles keep adding and adding up. Her car only has 56 thous miles on it, and it's a 99. I wish I could just use that car, but my mom wants it back. She wants to start driving again. Mike said he could disconnect the odo but then the spedometer wouldn't work. K the first part is cool, but the 2nd part isn't.

My dealership has nothing I can afford right now, try finding a nice used Honda for this and you've just started searching for a needle in a damn two ton haystack

happenings around work

2008-08-14T16:52:00.000-07:00

my planner ->

I call them glass walls or, "hurts real bad when you walk into them walls" (not just physically but probably humility also) These big bird bouncers have claimed many faces over the past years, and have left the nose, cheek, glasses and/or lip imprints to prove it. In this case, we have an X to mark where salesman face met glass.

This is our mini-fridge, which is right at my left hand side feet. I even got all home improvement and switched the door to open from the other side, Erin, my co-worker, is a pepper person:)

This is what was leftover from our "treat/bake" sale, this thing was packed full. Right now it is empty because I took this picture yesterday.

empty dew & half drank pepsi

2008-08-14T06:29:00.000-07:00

Empty dew was stuck in the TRASH... he knew he didn't belong there.

His friend half drank pepsi helped him escape from the dreaded TRASH..

Empty dew bottle made his way to the RIGHT place....

Thats right...he's no garbage..

He's now with his other buddies

Capital One Aarmadillo commercial

2008-08-12T18:40:00.000-07:00

A lot of people have googled this, and there isn't that much on google about this commercial, but I love it! I'm not sure why this certain capital one caught me, but I love how he curls into a ball when his wife scares him. I don't get sick of this commercial.
I like how you can see what people search for and how they get to your blog. Some of the search inquires are really weird...

my car is in the vehicospital

2008-08-11T11:11:00.000-07:00

My transmission died in my Saturn on the way home from work Saturday night. It's a 2000, and I just now got it paid off this month. (Don't ask, there has been a plethora of issues with this car) I would prefer my car not being sick right now.... It started clunking when I put it in reverse, it clunked when I would give it some gas, and it just clunks from being a dumb disposable car.

Today I'm driving my mom's car, which she never drives anyway, but deems me a horrible driver and thinks the same thing is going to happen to her car because I'm driving it.

I don't feel myself today, I'm half grumpy, half not feeling all there. You know you have days when your 100% great feeling? Well this is not that day for me

The crust of bread is like the crust of a poptart

2008-08-09T09:47:00.000-07:00

My church, (and when I say my church I mean the church my dad and Brenda go to every Sunday and I sometimes voluntarlily go with) is awesome. www.acityonahill.com

They have an acre sized garden full of every kind of vegtable and fruit imaginable, and also flowers, located on the West side of town. They're asking for volunteers to help yearround to maintain and grow the garden, it's called the Garden Ministry. I've signed up for it, but have yet to volunteer my time because I am at work every day they meet. (Mondays, Fridays and Saturdays) I'm getting very anxious about doing this soon because they're already setting up the care packages- which I'm interested in helping deliver. They deliver vegtables and fruit to people in need and they also sell the flowers in order to buy seeds for next harvest.

Isn't that the coolest thing EVER??? I need to take a vacation.

I'm going to jail

2008-08-06T11:47:00.000-07:00

https://www.joinmda.org/davtelu2008/aking

^GO HERE AND DONATE FOR MUSCULAR DYSTROPHY!

I'm sitting (bored) at work when I get a phone call from JoAnn at the Muscular Dystrophy Association center located in Bettendorf, Iowa. She proceeds to tell me I've got a 'fun warrant' out for my arrest on the day of Thursday, August 21st at noon. My parole officer should be in contact with me in a few days. I'll be taken to Modern Woodman Stadium (always known as John O'Donnell Stadium) in a LIMO. (ooooo!) I'll be kept in jail for an hour unless I achieve my bail goal before, but I've got a lot more to learn about this since I just got the call about two hours ago. I googled about it.

My bail goal is set for $1600 which is really not that much money when it comes to MD research. Unfortunately the research is very expensive and this amount might fund about 30 minutes of it. The good thing about this is I work at a big car dealership, and maybe if they know that the girl at front desk of Honda who's been here forever and works hard and always smiles and is happy to help out that they will be generous with monetary donations towards this great cause! Jerry's kids!

I'm going to get a website from MDA, that will have an area to fill out with credit card number and you can donate right from there. I will also be going around personally asking people I know if they'll donate cash or check, and you'll get a receipt. I can't imagine I know enough people to raise $1600, as I've never seen that much money in my life, but I'd love to try to reach that goal or MORE

I'm going to update this later when I know more info.

Sasha

2008-08-02T08:05:00.001-07:00

what i did today

2008-07-29T16:16:00.000-07:00

I have twenty hours of overtime this week....I am a busy girl, I usually don't read magazines and write in my planner all day (but I do smoke a lot) today was just a slow day....thats all =)

my mow job

2008-07-28T11:09:00.000-07:00

yes four in the morning

2008-07-28T06:50:00.000-07:00

I wake up at four and drive over to my mom's. I take her to work and pick her up from work, Monday through Friday. I pretty much roll off the couch and stumble into my sandals and luckily I'm the type that wakes up quick.

People are fine at four in the morning. They give some sort of weird hour of the morning respect, maybe because it's still dark, maybe it's because it's just a creepy time of day. It's probably because we are far and few between, moping around the roads at this early early time of day. But when it comes to five - five thirty am- it's like you better watch out because people compare to stampeding herd of elephant the ways some of these SUV's and trucks barre ll down the roads. Some advantages of waking up early is being able to catch the beginning stages of sunrise....

But at night, everyone driving blasts their music.

I drove around my town at nine-thirty a few nights ago and every car I passed had windows down, music UP. Felt like I was the only car with non-blasting music, and it made me a little more concentrated on driving, that is one thing I'll always remember. It seemed to me when I see {hear} someone with their radio up loud that I sort of assume that they're not totally focused on aiming the speeding gas missile down the road.

Driving is very important and safe to me, I am very defensive. I feel the rage sometimes when someone is being stupid. I drive the streets as if my mother was behind the wheel in the car in front or next to me. I guess this is why they made cigarettes

Here is where I change the subject.

One of my (many) little tasks at work, I manage the license plates, meaning it's a secretary job and so I do it. We get the plates in the inner-office mail from the main building and I will Microsoft Excel them, got a list that goes back a few years. Then I send out a little postcard to the guest letting them know they're plates have arrived and can pick them up with me and salesperson will put them on the car.

Guests will come in from time to time asking if they're plates have come in yet, (usually no) and they are worried about getting pulled over because the tag is about to expire. Little do they know it is a ten thousand dollar fine if we re-do that drive-away tag. It's my job to let them know to keep the vehicle contract paperwork inside the car, glove box, and I write down the phone number and name so I can call them when they're plates come in. Usually they are pleased with that. I even made a fancy LP list taped up to my desk right by my computer.

I hate when there is a problem with the title or any other problem in the world with a guest and I have to "dig". I hate "digging". That means I have to ask multiple varying questions to figure out what and who they really need. It's all part of office front deskness.

My point is, today the inner-office mail was so heavy I barely could lift the bin it comes in, maybe it was because I spent two hours mowing our grass yesterday for the first time ever, maybe it was because there was about sixty license plates in it for me to sort stack and send, but whatever it was I had fun with it.

more than a thousand words..

2008-07-25T12:50:00.001-07:00

i got new sunglasses, and they're too big for my face. i don't care! i'll sport the buggy look for awhile. they remind me of a pair my mom had from the 70's.

our showroom's glass just spidered. a HUUUGE pane of glass, we're expecting it to maybe just crash down due too pressure?

i can't get too close, it's like freakin quantamao bay the way they have it all blocked and have brought in the swat team to watch to make sure no one goes too CLOSE

fish tank, where are the fish? actually there are a lot of fish in there!

River Bandit's Game

2008-07-05T07:55:00.000-07:00

I went to a baseball game last night with Mike and his family, It was fun! We got there early so we sat close to the field, sort of between 3rd base and home. After we got our drinks and his little nieces snuck in candy (so smart) we watched all the people pile in.

All the traditional stuff plus more because it was July 4th. Lots of red white and blues and flags, and I love how each player has his own song when he comes up to bat. We started watching when we heard certain songs (Bone thugs n harmony for one of our guys) because we knew he was a good batter and he'd kick it out of the park. Because you watch the game closely when it first starts but by the 4th and 5th inning you are talking and kind of being with the family and friends you are with.

No stranger was sitting too closely either which was nice (I got the aisle seat) and Mike got me a strawberry margarita (i think~ we told his nieces it was a slushie) and I owe him for that one. I didn't even ask for it but I think it's so I didn't drink all of his own lemonade. Anyway, I had more fun than I expected we all got our pictures taken with Rascall the Bandit or who ever he is.

Click ~here~ and have fun with the RiverBandits.

2008-06-30T17:51:00.000-07:00

I'm all obsessed about budgeting at the moment, because I'm broke and I read some blogs about budgeting, saving money and how important all this is. I know this yet I still never have money.

I got a flippy mini notebook (it's green) for my documented master list of funds. I have down my current bank balance and I guess I'll record every penny I spend, and also what I take in. My goal is to spend less than I earn, naturally, It will take a month or three to get used to my intakes, what my average weekly pay is (it varies) and what I waste my cash flow on. I'm pretty sure it's fast food,cigarettes and gas.

I'm all excited about this and it's so pathetic how I get when I'm excited about something. Anything. It's like the excitement comes in weekly waves. A few days ago (or weeks?) I was introduced to the band Chevelle and could NOT stop listening to them, I still am listening to them, I bought two cd's of them (Point #1 and Vena Sera). I get happy to write and color in my planner/journal, drawing meaningless doodles of boogerheads that piss me off during the day.
I need a life!

~Update~
I just googled "Amywhere" to see what results, and it is funny to see how many people misspelled anywhere. But I found a link to an old post that doesn't exist on my blog anymore it's on page 2!

Whys & Hows

2008-06-28T06:31:00.000-07:00

Why is it that some people are simply wired to be friends, connected and their personalitities mesh so well, they accept each other and listen generally care about making others feel good? Friends, family, loves?

How do you know, when you meet a random person in everyday life, that they aren't put in front of you for a hard driven purpose. And it is your responsibility to either run with the connection or keep it basic and non-personalisic. (is that a word, i don't care) Would it be possible to befriend a complete stranger?

What my point is trying to be besides the ramble is that it is so important to treat everybody, good. You never know who is behind that skin or those clothes, what they've done in life and how their mind works. Everyone is so different and it's amazing how that is so, the flaws in others, we are so used to pointing out and possibly laughing at them, but I know I have a ton of imperfections and I love it, I could not handle being perfect. I would rather someone see my flaws and not like me for that rather than me be a mean person and have a bad soul and use that against others?

And what is a strong bond between two? Is it experience, memories, repeatiton, eye contact, converstation and touch? Is it sexual, mental and physical? Why is it so easy to go from caring so much about what strangers think of you to not caring at all? It definitley makes it easier on your stress level. Is it growing up, maturing?

Shower

2008-06-27T08:09:00.001-07:00

I wonder if other people have a phenomenon shower routine like I do. I do wonder if others are as weird as I am. I like to take looong hot showers, but being the green eco-friendly world now it's hard to admit it, but, anyway. First I get the water right. (hot) I like to just run hot to get it steamy, then right before you step in cool it down a notch.

I got this bag full of beauty and shower product, as much as a Walgreens fit into this little blue bag, it's got shampoos, condish: right now I'm using John Frieda Brunette Expressions. I probably need to upgrade to shelving units when we get a permanent place. (HOUSE!!!) As for now, I tote around my big blue shower bag.

I have gentle exfoliators, harsh scrub your skin off exfloiators, face washes from Clearsil to Neutrogena, body, face feet and hand mosturizers, as with the lotions, sharp and dull razors, Pro-Activ, body washes from tropics scents to the beady foamy shimmering silk stuff. I have Dove soap. Toothbrush and paste. I love to be dirty and get clean. The process of it.

I also love beauty supplies, breakfast, perfume, makeup, clothes, shoes and cleaning products for around the home and for the vehicle. Bear with me this is my damn blog and I can write what I want, hahaha.

2008-03-11T16:37:00.000-07:00

I bite my nails. Its half stress and half I can’t stand getting stuff under them

I wrote 365 crazy poems, one each day for a year when I was 16. It’s in a journal/book I still have

I try to find one (or more) quality or characteristic I like in every one I see or meet

Making lists is one of my favorite things to do. It helps me organize things I need to do soon&things I need

Songs I like, I listen to them LOUDLY and I sing them LOUDLY

I write in my writers journal, my diary, my lyrics journal and I type on my blog

I make to-do lists everyday at work with post-it's

i don't like:

2008-03-03T12:44:00.001-08:00

Two exact bumper stickers on vehicle, usually right next to each other.

Bumper stickers.

The parking lot design at Target, Walmart, K-Mart's.

Spider silk.

When people say: "he goes" (in terms of speaking) or, "she goes-"

Opening or holding door for someone and they don't say thank you.

My natural head tilt to the right-hand side (it feels wierd when I tilt my head to the left)

Always smiling at people and not getting any reaction back

Assuming I'm missunderstood

2008-02-19T10:35:00.000-08:00

Reason # 744 why it’s not cool to hastily respond to someone when you didn’t exactly hear what they said in the first place:

You know when you see an old acquaintance at the store, mall (or work) and you make small talk and they say something you may not have heard, but you think you know so you respond with something naturally quick like, “Oh that’s cool!”

They come back with an odd expression and slight head tilt, and then you start going over in your head what they just said, could possibly have said, what you heard, and what you said.

Turns out they may have mentioned something about a fire when you thought they said dryer. And because fires are just not "cool", consequences are going to be you look like a non listening retard, no doubt, so pretend like you knew what they were saying and try to save face by erasing the retard smile and remembering next time it may be a good idea to speak up and say WHAAAT?

Happy Valentines Day! <3

2008-02-14T09:59:00.000-08:00

Happy Valentines Day!

My favorite reality shows are becoming too predicable for me. Wife Swap: You know they are going to be paired against their polar opposite in difficult, high hopes of learning a new way of living life while highlighting the family’s biggest weakness. Switch the wealthy and the unfortunate families. Switch the Democrat and Republican families. Switch the crazy mom with the normal mom. The mom with devil kids with the mom with angelic kids.

Good reality tv shows for me consists of opening up to a life we normally would never get to experience otherwise.

When MTV isn’t playing their plethora of videos they play, I like to watch True Life.

"I have Tourettes Syndrome, I’ll do anything for money, I’m an alcoholic, I’m moving back in with my parents, I have an obsessive compulsive disorder, I panic." Glimpses into the lives of other struggling young adults, only to minimize my weak ass problems compared to theirs. The RW challenges. Does anyone else think it would be pleasurable to invent games for these goofballs to play? I’d brainstorm with ideas of nail beds, paper cuts and a challenge with Cris Angel and some big beefy tigers.

Good Shows

True Life

Fear

Animal Cops

Airline

Dirty Jobs

Rob and Big

King of Cars

Bad Shows

8th and Ocean

Rock, Age and Flavor of Love

The Swan

Anna Nicole Show

The Simple Life

Cheaters

Toast to Breakfast!

2008-02-11T08:45:00.000-08:00

When I live on my own, I will cook a full, 100% American breakfast every morning. Gigantic fluffy eggs, chewy meaty strips of bacon dripping with piping hot grease, golden browned loves of my life that are hash browns, may I comment on hash browns? They are the best food invented. I like them shredded, diced, riced, pattied, covered, chopped, chunked, home fried, pancaked, waffled, julienned, baked, fried, tater totted, toasted, scattered light and smothered, peppered, salted, frozen to microwaved, raw? I love me some potato patties.

Major props also to other breakfast entrees and items; skillets, whole wheat buttermilk pancakes, waffles, french toast, griddle cakes, granola bars, tortillas, flapjacks, bacon, oatmeal, peanut butter and jelly, syrup, omelets, fruit, cereal, cheese toast, bagels and biscuits, gravy, doughnuts, muffins, rolls…

2008-02-09T10:04:00.000-08:00

I only buy girly magazines for the perfume ad samples. Before I buy them I quick flip through and mental self check adequate amount of aroma. March issues typically lack severely of stank, which is okay, it works itself out since I always carry a cold or some nose issue which in hand makes it alright to go perfumeless. I seem to have slight obsessions with the perfumes. Tuberose is the most exotically intoxicating scent around.Valentino, Shalimar, Burberry, Dolce&Gabbana, Yves Saint Laurent, LaCoste..Ralph Lauren, Versace, Dior, Chanel, I could continue for infinity. When I actually go out and buy perfume, it’s usually Lucky You or Candies. They are cheap and sexy. If I had the money to actually care about what I smell like, I’d choose Calvin Klein Euphoria or Victoria Secret Very Sexy. That’s what I do the magazine thing for, the scent is free for the day.

Now to a smooth you almost didn't know I switched the subject transition

If there is one thing around my room I wish could come to life, it would be my closet. To hear what the thoughts of my fabricated materials would say! How do you feel today, cabinet ‘o clothes?

Closet: Amy, I’m feeling slightly hand me downish.

Amy: Wha- why Closet? What can I do?

Closet: Best bib and tucker me until I explode!

Amy: You have an abundant array of attire already, closet.

Closet: I’m a habitual colorless rainbow.

Amy: Okay. I admit gray is my favorite clothing color.

Closet: Swaddle me up in frippery frockery!

Amy: You on drugs?

Closet: Shed light on this discombobulation!

My closet would tell me it wants more fuel, and judging from the inferno inside already, it’s got issues with shade choices, freedom and illumination. . .

The Grinch of Private Owned Plowers

2008-02-07T16:47:00.000-08:00

Behind our house, we have what I call, “The Alley.” (I am real creative with names) It’s a block long, and is the backyard view to about eight homes. We are on one end, kind of like the window seat on the plane.
We have the stereotypical neighbors, a seemingly inexistent old lady who nobody ever sees, the revving motorcycle guy who lives in the garage 24/7, the Elmer Fudd idiot hunter with the shitty boat that sticks out all cock eyed in the alley, who also had thirty (real) dead and gutted ducks lying there for six days last summer by his garbaged dump of a garage.

Then the helpful neighbor whom I like to call what the title of this mini blog story is. He has got a mammoth of a truck, with an equally sized plow which obviously works well on his end of the alley. He enjoys spending a good two hours pissing off every other neighbor in the alley all while he clears only his drive after it snows a good eight or nine inches of heavy wet snow. I’m outside, spending more time than I did add up my entire total time in high school gym class, desperately hacking at the seventy nine layers of rock solid ice and snow off my already buried car, then having to shovel off, behind, next to and fucking half underneath my car just to get it out of the parking spot.

All the friendly waves I've thrown him and his mean mugging wife while they walked thier old barky dogs up and down the alley? Mmhmm they will be point blank CUT OFF.

"The Basement"

2008-02-07T16:29:00.000-08:00

I hate winter!

I hate everything about it, from paleness it makes of my skin to brightness of the ground snow on a mostly cloudy day. My birthday this month; I’m trying to see if I can forget it. I hate MTV right now because they keep airing America’s Next Top Model episodes and how much more pathetic can tv get? Are we not on verge of an economic recession, currently making terrific political history and still in the midst of a war?

Mostly my neighbors are pissing me off, though. Neighbors are kind of like your extended step family or sometimes that retarded relative you never really got to know that well but that you still have to be nice to at family events, you practically share the same natural living earth space with these people. You get to know them, for better for worse, whether you want to or not.

Especially if select neighbors live in the same house, on the lower level. Example: My house. I call the downstairs half of our house “THE BASEMENT”. It sounds like a bowling alley from hell, I imagine monstrous demons whipping screaming bloody human heads down a fiery lane-tomb of hungry mean crocodiles. When they walk around, it’s an angry herd of hungry buffalo stampeding across the grassy humps of the wilderness, galloping back and forth this tiny four hundred square feet of home. The poor dog which they keep locked up in a fucking cage when theyre not home, whines with cries louder than the demon bowling. The dog is a one year old golden retriever BTW. (Makes me sick)

If you throw in the fact that it is our landlord’s daughter; you get the perfect recipe for not just demons, but neighbors from hell.

Dear Neighbors Below Me:
When you have the heat on it leaks up through our vents and warms our apartment to about 76 degrees. We love it when it's cold outside. I love it anytime because I like being warm. And I want to throw out a small apology for clumsily dancing around the living room this morning (which is right above your bedrooms) I didn't think you were home.

Cool job!

2008-02-01T06:53:00.000-08:00

A job that would be kick ass would be the graphic/logo designer for the local newscast. That little box above the reporters shoulder? Shows you the topic of the moment. Whether its the cheap looking stormy powerpointed musical introduction to the weather or the flashy breaking news introduction,

My favorite is when they report druggy stories, they always have a new logo. It's like the dudes favorite project to develop: Sometimes it's a big green pot leaf, all enhanced and with photoshop and glittery and suspiciously detailed. I've seen a mirror and cocaine, with a shiny razor blade (with shading and shadowing) sitting on the mirror. They do a meth story and show beakers.

It's funny when they show the wrong graphic, such as a report about the local nail salon and above the reporter is a picture of a proctologists' office or like this unfortunate guy

my gargoyle dream

2008-01-28T10:08:00.000-08:00

Last night I had a dream that I spotted this gargoyle flying around in the air, like a bird, and I was like, "Oh my gosh look at that guys!" And pointed up to it. The blurry people I don't know but was with didn't even look. They didn't see it, they didn't care about it. It landed near me and I was able to take it's picture. He seemed to strike a pose for me. Everything was so vivid, he was brownish green with huge veiny wings, a small head, black beady eyes, a big dragon like tail. I didn't feel scared at all in my dream, it was very calm.

I should seriously check my camera. Wouldn't that be the creepiest if I had a picture of a posing gargoyle on it?

Various air floating objects that get stuck under the tape when you are taping stuff:

2008-01-17T07:31:00.000-08:00

Tiny, squiggly little hairs

especially little black hair string thingys

Little black dots

A short, grayish line

Dirt stuff

In one day~

2007-11-21T07:36:00.000-08:00

clock in, smoke a cigarette.
print the Tuesday used car sheets,
rip them apart and
put them in chron order
white out the days,
run 20 copies in the copier.
fix the copier when it breaks.
stock in seventeen cars,
make the packets for them,
sticker machine is out of ink.
hand write each packet.
make the re-re's for the cars I just stocked in,
and then run the employee time sheets.
rip them apart and sort them out.
pass them out to all employees,
while also passing out inner office mail.
type up Malchodi's bucket 4 list.
print out and hand to Malchodi.
tape up newly made list to board.
file a stack of deal jackets,
surf the internet for gossip and email.
Joe brings me service packets,
sharpie stock # on service packets,
get a phone call from Lana........
dealer trade paperwork is ready.
pick up dealer trade checks from Lana,
across the street.
come back to my side,
look for fit and odyssey parked around building.
continue looking.
get bored looking,
smoke another ciggerrette.
done smoking ciggerette, I forgot about looking.
ten minutes later,
old dealer trade guys come in
i'm not prepared.
look again for the fit and odyssey.
find them, right outside the door.
gas ticket, need signed by manager,
but impossible to find.
dealer trade guys switch plates,
they're off and satisfied.
make a few of Louies' customer birthday calls,
type in two car deals.
run o-fax's and car faxes.
eat lunch.
(meatball spaghettio's)
re-do Malchodi's list,
because he forgot to add an SUV.
trip over a rug,
while running to get the used car sheets.
laugh a bunch at that,
then get thirsty so get a MD.
Come the boxes of decorations,
four large ones to be exact.
Lights, garlands and bells
to be hung and strung.

pass out used car sheets.

take pictures of Christmas Tree.

i made this

Van Crash! (like four feet away from my desk)

2007-11-05T08:06:00.000-08:00

A van deliberately crashed into our showroom! It was Saturday night, 10:45 and teenagers. They're in jail now. Supposedly it was not against us, but it's still a bit creepy when you sit in front of ceiling to floor glass windows.

My pictures were on the news! I love the news. Thats me!

iGoogle

2007-11-01T15:34:00.001-07:00

If you’d like to do some soul searching, I suggest viewing your stashed web history! iGoogle keeps track of your every search; no matter how teeny tiny it seemed at the time, it’s there. Exact day and time. It probably also knows what you wore that day. I’m in the past so much I think I’ve memorized my entire Google life.
Google has been like a doctor, from searches like “My Foot Hurts” to more specifically, a podiatrist, “My sesimoids ache when I walk”. I guess the site I visited back in July “How to walk in really high heels” did more than it should have. It’s also helped me in doctorial categories such as good posture, tendons in knees, eating too much syrup and duh, stomach pain. The week of March 10th, 2007, I must have had a cold problem because I endlessly googled everything throat and there closely related too. Google has been like a loyal best friend, as was when I was searching for comfort in difficult boyfriend time, “When your boyfriend breaks plans” it’s like it knows. Popping up the site, Ehow.com: How to dump your boyfriend!
It’s been my music, literally. Only know a few words from a song you heard on the tv? Google knows the entire song, every lyric in the song, who sang it, sings it or lip sank it. Its my phonebook, my map maker, and my spy’er’, finding people only by the hair of their rank on the high school football team. It’s my voice to faraway friends. It told my co-worker and I what ‘first cousin, twice removed’ meant. It helped me look cool when I showed a few people (who haven’t yet seen it) a hideous mug shot of a past co-worker.

Then there are the searches that only I could have possibly thought of, could you tell me what is running through my head at these times?

1. history's youngest mother
2. prostitute names for western women
3. raw pork meets coke
4. bacteria like thingys in eyes
5. which side of ear is the gay side?
6. questions to ask people you don't know

What it won’t tell me is what a crazy dani roll is. Anyone got any ideas on that one?

Now here is a funny:

They'll look at anything with atom cells

2007-10-31T14:50:00.001-07:00

I have come to the conclusion that men will check out at anything, even if it were a gay man dressed as a woman dressed as a man who is pretending to be a dyke on a bike. Are you a good looking chic who anywhere she goes gets stared at, maybe hollered at, or a head-turner? Doesn't it make you feel like one hot mama? Well, don't get too excited because the next thing that walks by after you will get the same damn treatment.

Hawk

2007-10-31T07:12:00.001-07:00

He was right outside my window

I've been telling myself repeatedly that I won't be able to make it through the day. A minute takes as much time as a hour, and I'm continuing to get an elevated frustration level with everyone even though I got my parking ticket paid today.

That alone doesn't mean all of my stress and problems are off my heavy, saturated shoulders already. It's too bad when we come across a life choice or a path, that a big ass interactive multiple choice graphic (think James Bond meets Star Wars) doesn't pop up in front of our faces screaming: A) Scarf down the whole bag of Mini Reese's Peanut Butter Cups in record time, B) Eat a handful now and maybe get some milk to even it out, or C) What bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups? I need one of those, I am an awfully haste, ultimately really bad decision maker.

This is Molly, my aunt's dog. She is a jack Russell, and due to her attention whore instincts, she needs to be in doggy day care during the day. (like a damn baby) But today is Halloween, and they all got to dress up! Connie was suppossed to recieve Mollys costume in the mail from her sister, (my other aunt) but it didn't arrive in time so Molly just went naked. She looks cute in this pic taken today:

The Smoking Bin

2007-10-29T15:22:00.000-07:00

I was waiting in my car to pick up my mom from work, and the 'put your cigarette butts in the long tower thingy' by the front doors was caught on smoke, it was billowing out thick, tar'y' waves of windy, smelly smoke. Normally, somebody would come out and take off the top part, pour a cup of water or what ever is even liquidly available, to basically PUT IT OUT. You see smoke, it's kinda sorta almost like "FIRE" we're assuming.

This old guy comes out with a water bottle in his hand, and I watch as he proceeds to walk next to the smoking bin, and I wait... wait.. wait...still smoking like a mother f*cker, guy still standing watching it, lighting up his own cigarette. He just stands there and doesn't do anything about the bonfire of burnt butts! I just laughed and rolled up my window because it really smells bad when those things catch.

We have a few at work also, but when ours is about to blow up, we put it out via water in a bottle, in a cup, or even a coffee or soda pop does the trick.

Anyway, here's a picture of my books and necklaces. And stuffed tiger I bought at Walgreens last Christmas for a gift for someone but ended up keeping it for myself because he's cuddly.

I hate fuzzy steering wheel covers

2007-10-27T07:31:00.000-07:00

I hate fur, I hate bad drivers, therefore I really loathe those fuzzy steering wheel covers even more. More like a fuzzy slippery steering death trap, can't you already just see the absent-minded teen queen obsessed with the latest Jimmy Choo shoe or Louis Vuittons' Damier Trevi handbag collection with the matching fuzzy dice dangling from the rearview, even the god damned rearview mirror has its' own fuzzy cover also, gabbing on cell, sloshing on shiny lip gloss, trying not to get the bewitching ruby lilac sparkle on her ridiculously overly priced designer jean, crashing into something really really important already??!

What a safety hazard. Trash the fuzzies and get A GRIP.

Transitioning into another topic quite delicately and privately, I'd like to extend a LARGE thank you to Mr Morning Hardees guy.

2007-10-26T07:19:00.000-07:00

Hello! May I have a 2008 Accord, please? . . . And a side of tinted windows, with a large spoiler, and maybe throw in a set of chrome wheels!

What the french toast?

2007-10-25T06:55:00.000-07:00

I wanted to order a pizza last night at 11pm. I skipped dinner at work and thought what the hell. It's been a while since I ordered a delicious red sauced-up meat pie. So I decide to call Pizza Hut. I know thier number by heart and didn't need to search my room for the ever disapearing phone book.

11:07pm: "HELLOPIZZAHUTcanyoupleasehol-"

:CLICK:

"Um," It was silent. "sure?"

I held for a few seconds and hung up for sure they hung up first.

Thought process starts at a rate of ninety thoughts per nerve, Do I even want a pizza? Do I even need a pizza. Was it fate that they hung up on my ass? Is this some kind of sign? If I end up actually getting a pizza, will I even be hungry enough to eat it? What time are are pizza places open on Wednesday nights? How much do I tip this guy if he's driving and risking his whole pizza delivery boy life just to bring me my starving self satisfaction in a square box at midnight on a Wednesday possibly even extreme early Thursday?

11:10pm: Because I am watching a special on polar bears on the Animal Planet, I simply can't retain the urge to learn all this interesting and RARE facts about the wonderful and mysterious bear of the polar, but my stomach is growling at me louder than the animals on the show, so I call Dominos. I've found the phone book and browsed quickly through the pizza section. They're open late dash real early. So, happily, I call them. This time it went something like,

"Riiiiiing...Riiiiiiing......Riiiiiiiiing........RIIIIIIIIIING.....RIIIIIIIIIII-"

"Dominos will thisbe delivery or carry out?"
"Delivery!"
"All right then, whatsyouraddress?"
"2931 East Street"
"East what?"
Silence.
"Just....East Street."
Silence once again, on her part.
I say, "Right off of Jersey Ridge. Or Locust."
"All right ma'am, you'll have to call our Bettendorf location."
:CLICK:

Do I REALLY want the pizza now?

11:13pm: I call Pizza Hut again. I decide if they make me hold or hang up I will throw a silent hissy fit because if I'm going through all of this then hell knows I want this pizza, obviously CRAVING it for some unknown scientific moon gravity pull push reason. I'm not calling you to talk about current events people.
Finally, I get through to the rustic sounding pizza boy on the other end and I must sound real whiny or pathetic, because he's sweet to me. Because it's late. Or early.
He says it will be about forty minutes. I think that is a long time to wait on a Wednesday late late night. They hung up on me earlier and that kind of pissed me off, but it was probably a user error with the slip of the phone to reciever syndrome. Rustic pizza boy sounded cute and nice, and I was STARVING.

Thirty minutes later, I take my tired ass outside and sit on the porch. It's dark, quiet, no drunk neighbors having their usual late parties. There is a gigantic spider web WITH A SAME SIZED SPIDER IN IT above the front door and I secretly thanked god I used the back door. So I'm sitting there smoking a cigarette and I see the Pizza hut car pull up to my next door neighbors house. The house next door is on a bit of a steep hill.

He walks up, proudly, to the house next door. I abruptly stand to my feet and proceed to yell a soft, "Helllooooo" to him. He stops, looks over, and gives me the, "Who the fuck are you" look. I kind of do a dorky wave and stomp my foot, I mean, hello? I am the one here! Why do I always have problems ordering pizza? Know how mad my neighbors would have been to have this pizza guy ringing their doorbell at midnight (on a wednesday/thursday) when it's really the girl next doors' pizza instead?

So here is where it gets good. He starts to trek down the (slippery) grassy hill that is my neighbors front yard, which connects to into ours, and he just completely biffs, flying down face first, not before my two liter bottle of coke goes shooting across the grass, past me, getting all rolled and fizzy. His feet are stomping and dancing around as he tries to stop himself from sliding, and by the end of the seven foot hill, he is on his wet grass stained sorry ASS. Face red, pizza still in (wobbly) hand, he faces me and says, quite hopefully out of embarrassment I'm positive, "I should sue!"

After I run after the fizzed up soda he'd thrown at me while he was in mid-fall, I snatch up my pizza from his arms and hand him the check. I'm smiling, trying to keep my laughter inside, I decide to go ahead and make it clear.

"Not going to sue me!" He accepts my check and I turn to go in the back door, "Thank you!"

Then I'm off, I don't even remember what he said or if he even said anything. By the way, I tipped him four dollars. I did that before he tripped and everything. And the pizza was scrumptious, worth every wait and spill. Did I deserve my pizza? Hell yes. Did he deserve his tip? Hell yes also!