Alright ladies and gentlemen, I've had a little bit of time to cool down before posting this. But my supervisor is a lazy ass bitch. Let's start off with I've tried to give her the benefit of the doubt. Thought maybe she was just having a bad day that one time. Well after working here for 3 months, it's come to my attention that every day is a bad day for Leidy. When she got there today, she was really impatient and really pissy for some reason. Not sure what crawled up her ass and died, but it did.
So through out my entire shift I don't see her. She's off doing lord knows what; either flirting with Jason or boxing the store. Normally, it doesn't take long to box the store, I've had it done within two hours. For some reason it takes her almost 4, even when Ashley is helping her. Well more like Ashley is doing 90% of the work. If I need a supervisor or an override, either Brittney [no not my dog] or Jason come to my rescue, which pisses Brittney off even more because not only is she doing her cash office job, but now she's covering Leidy's duties.
First off, she's lazy. She can't seem to do anything on her own, like bread trays. I've done it by myself, Ashley's done it, and Vanessa's done it. But Leidy, just can't seem to do it. She needs to do it the hard way, too. Instead of making a mental list of what bread we need and bringing it all forward, she pushes the big racks back and takes her sweet ass time. Most likely flirting with Jason. No offense to Jason, he's an awesome manager, he just can't help the ladies throwing themselves at him.
Then she takes Cait [I'll start on her later] off of register leaving me the only one open. Which would have been fine if she had told me, seeing as how I was in the back of the store trying to put some Mickey's away. So I get back to my register, no Cait, and a line full of people waiting on me. WTF! So at this point I'm pretty pissed off. She stands over a cart of Mickey's and looks at it, probably pondering how she can get out of doing it, [and she does] when she could be doing it. Then she askes me, "Are these Mickey's?" Well of course they are, they are in the Mickey carriage and have been for the past 4 hours since you asked Cait to sort through them.
So it's the end of the night. Ashley has finally finished helping Leidy with the bread, so we split up and each take a carrriage of Mickey's. Ashley and I finish ours pretty quickly, helping each other out along the way. Then there's Leidy, who started the same time and had about the same amount of items we did, who still hasn't done much. She stares at the cart trying to figure out if it'll empty it'self onto the shelves. So I'm helping her out 'cause I seriously wanna go home after a bad night of dealing with her. And then, I come back and she's like "Take the carriage, I made a spill." Well that was pretty fucking convenient don't you think. So I finished her Mickey's, and I look over and she's cleaning the belts again. I JUST FUCKING DID THAT BEFORE WE CLOSED!!!!!! Seriously couldn't have gotten dirty with no one using them. So Ashley holds the door open, and I push the excess carriages out and all I really wanna do is just scream and have a smoke at this point. I go in, and she tells Ashley to clean the blue counter... WTF I DID THAT TOO!!!! She'd known that if she was doing her fucking job. So I go to wipe it down with Ashley. It's a long blue counter, so with two of us it'll take half the time right. So I get down to the other end and she's like, you can punch out now. Oh Really? Normally, we all punch out together unless the supervisors have a little bit of paper work to do. So she sends me on my way, probably because either Ashley said something, or because she's tired of me glaring at her. Either way, I'm glad to be away from her!
Then... there is Cait. Cait is stuck up. Not sure who shoved that silver spoon in her ass and told her she was special, but really she's not. She has the same attitude as Leidy. "I'm a higher position than you therefore I am Queen." Well the only thing they are Queens of are being the biggest bitches in the store. So, I'm helping Ashley box one of the isles while it's sort of slow, no customers in my line. I'm trying to box and keep track, and normally with any of the other cashiers who are curtious as hell, they tell you when you get a customer so that person isn't waiting long. No, not Cait. She let them pile up on me, fucking bitch. Like seriously I'd like to knwo what her problem is. This isn't the first time she's had this attitude. Like Leidy, tried to give her the benefit, but no; She's proven to be just as big as pain in my ass.
So I'm running around doing my closing procedures, cleaning the registers, taking all the extra carts outside, garbages, clean the big blue counter, and this bitch decides to send someone to my line and not tell me! I'm like JESUS CHRIST! When did it become so hard to be curtious to your fellow employees. If I need someone to take a customer who might have to wait longer than a few minutes, I always ask someone who doesn't have a customer if they can take them for me. ALWAYS! Well, that must've been too far beneath Cait.
Then it comes to close, and we both have lines like we do every night. People are last minute shoppers, so normally we get people still in the store up until 15 minutes after we are officially closed. I have this huge line, and I'm in express which usually means 12 items only, but these people have been shopping for at least half an hour. So she starts bitching about how it's 10 minutes till she's due to leave. She's screaming this across the store to Brittney who's in the Cash Office. Really, she could have just shut her light off, taken the last of the people in her line, and cash out. But no, she's Cait, and she must have it her way. Just wanted to scream at her that we we weren't at Burger King, and no she can't have it her way.
I've never been so happy to be away from them, or from anyone in my entire life for that matter. Even Desiree, she'd be a treat compared to the two of them. It really is people like them that make me want to quit my job.
Friday, July 31
Orientation...
So orientation for college was today. It went well. Jeff went with me, and of course because I'm so socially awkward, I made him take part in the ice breaker that went on this morning. It wasn't so bad, but I definitely picked the wrong table to sit at. Mostly jocks and preppy "popular" girls, but it wasn't too bad. After the opening speeches and the fun little ice breaker Jeff and I went on to my course introduction I guess you'd call it.
That's where I met most of the Professors I'd be taking classes from. That's also were I learned that if I change my course study to Liberal Arts: Humanities, then I can pursue my actual goal in becoming an English major. And once that realization came to me, I realized that once I finish my credits for my associates, I want to go to Umass Dartmouth. It's the closest college, but I want to go there. I want to be able to get my bachelor's degree in English. Maybe, once I have that, I can find a sort of better job than working at PriceRite. Then I can take classes in becoming and English teacher or Professor. I have a lot of school ahead of me, but I'm extremely willing to do it. I am ready to go and be one!
So the next part of orientation was a workshop. We got to pick from a list of different workshops available, but the only one that appealed to me was How To Succeed in College. I didn't learn that much in the class, but what kind of learner I am. Turns out I'm a Visual and Tactile learner. Translation: I learn by reading and seeing coupled with a little bit of doing. So that's it ladies and gentlemen, I learn by reading and doing. That was very informative. However, she did also give me a list of the buildings and classrooms where I can get tutoring and help if I really need it.
We rounded off the morning with lunch: All you can eat chicken fingers, fries, and a diet coke. There was also watermelon, but I skipped over that. I only had a few strips and a few fries, coupled with my dipping sauces of course. I was approached by one of the student ambassadors, who made me feel a little welcoming seeing athat she had to be in her forties, and she asked me if she could do an interview of me on video. Of course, socially awkward, I reluctantly said sure. But when we had finished our meal, and she took me into the teacher's lounge so to speak, the interview was actually not so bad. She asked my name, what I learned, and what I was looking forward to most. My dream was to go to college, and now I finally get to do that. That was my answer. Of course, she probably thinks I'm 19 or 20, most people do. -shrugs- Eitherway, it wasn't too bad and she told me that it might be put up on facebook. So watch out everyone, I might be on facebook. :D
We rounded off orientation with a trip to the library. Of course, I'm naturally nervous to go anywhere new, so I asked Jeff if when school time comes, if he could come with me the first few times till I roll into the groove. I really am socially hanicapped. Well, it for now. Work in a few hours, and I might even post again tonight depending on how work goes.
That's where I met most of the Professors I'd be taking classes from. That's also were I learned that if I change my course study to Liberal Arts: Humanities, then I can pursue my actual goal in becoming an English major. And once that realization came to me, I realized that once I finish my credits for my associates, I want to go to Umass Dartmouth. It's the closest college, but I want to go there. I want to be able to get my bachelor's degree in English. Maybe, once I have that, I can find a sort of better job than working at PriceRite. Then I can take classes in becoming and English teacher or Professor. I have a lot of school ahead of me, but I'm extremely willing to do it. I am ready to go and be one!
So the next part of orientation was a workshop. We got to pick from a list of different workshops available, but the only one that appealed to me was How To Succeed in College. I didn't learn that much in the class, but what kind of learner I am. Turns out I'm a Visual and Tactile learner. Translation: I learn by reading and seeing coupled with a little bit of doing. So that's it ladies and gentlemen, I learn by reading and doing. That was very informative. However, she did also give me a list of the buildings and classrooms where I can get tutoring and help if I really need it.
We rounded off the morning with lunch: All you can eat chicken fingers, fries, and a diet coke. There was also watermelon, but I skipped over that. I only had a few strips and a few fries, coupled with my dipping sauces of course. I was approached by one of the student ambassadors, who made me feel a little welcoming seeing athat she had to be in her forties, and she asked me if she could do an interview of me on video. Of course, socially awkward, I reluctantly said sure. But when we had finished our meal, and she took me into the teacher's lounge so to speak, the interview was actually not so bad. She asked my name, what I learned, and what I was looking forward to most. My dream was to go to college, and now I finally get to do that. That was my answer. Of course, she probably thinks I'm 19 or 20, most people do. -shrugs- Eitherway, it wasn't too bad and she told me that it might be put up on facebook. So watch out everyone, I might be on facebook. :D
We rounded off orientation with a trip to the library. Of course, I'm naturally nervous to go anywhere new, so I asked Jeff if when school time comes, if he could come with me the first few times till I roll into the groove. I really am socially hanicapped. Well, it for now. Work in a few hours, and I might even post again tonight depending on how work goes.
My Afternoon
I've just spent the last 8 hours doing math practice tests for my placement exams next week. If I can get through with doing as little math as possible in college, I will most definitely be a happy camper. Math was never my forte, of course I still remember the things from grade school like fractions, adding and subtraction, exponents. But when it comes down to Algebra, I find I just don't get it. So I'm scribbling away inside this composition notebook Jeff got me, trying to remember how to multiply fractions. Four pages of division and multiplication. It was very brutal. Of course around midnight, Jeff couldn't help me anymore because we both have to get up early. I have orientation [at least one] all day tomorrow. I'm rather nervous, and I'm not entirely sure why. It should be just a simple going around getting to know the grounds kind of thing right? I sure the hell hope so.
It's times like these, I wish I didn't work on the weekends. So I could have a little more time to study for the math portion of the placement test. Then, I'm gonna have to find some way to pull Jeff away from his computer long enough to help me. Oh! All of this is just frustrating as hell. I mean really it is.
So, I got this friend request from someone I haven't talked to in years. The reason I haven't talked to her is because she's a back-stabbing bitch. There's just no nicer way to put it. So I'm checking my email for the Daily Colby Chronicles and I see "Desiree Sparks confirmed you as a friend on Facebook." First thing going through my mind was "WTF!" second thing was, "When did I ask her to be a friend?" Either way, I sort of wrote a snotty comment on her Facebook wall before removing myself from her friends list. And just incase it got removed cause I'm not a friend anymore, I pm'ed it to her.
I'm probably going to hell for that, well if I believed in hell that is. But it was justified. The things she's said and done in the 5 years I've known her is just utterly insane. From when she was my manager and made me cry every day cause she was that big of a bitch to recently when she called my best friend a whore, blaming her because her husband sleeps around on her. That's no one's fault but her own. She should have known that, when he was cheating on his girlfriend with her. Or when he groped me in my car from the backseat while he was getting head from his girlfriend at the time. I mean seriously, would you really want to marry a guy like that? Once a cheater, always a cheater. Isn't that how the saying goes?
I'm just fuming tonight. Not to mention, Emily's getting dicked around by her roommate Eric. I have no idea what his problem is, but he seems to think Emily is his mother and expect her to clean up after him. They've only been living together a few weeks, and already they are worried he's gonna stiff them on the rent. It's insane. He makes up these excuses as to why he can't do anything, when there is no real logical reason why he can't do something. Like tonight he's staying at his parents house because it's 'supposed' to rain. I'm like wtf does that have to do with the price of tea in China? Absolutely nothing! Obviously, it's partially her fault, because she is way too nice and he walks all over her. But she is woman enough to admit that. What he really deserves is a huge smack in the face and reality check. Like having no place to live and having to sleep in your car for a month. That'll really let you appreciate the friends you have and how you screwed it up.
It's times like these, I wish I didn't work on the weekends. So I could have a little more time to study for the math portion of the placement test. Then, I'm gonna have to find some way to pull Jeff away from his computer long enough to help me. Oh! All of this is just frustrating as hell. I mean really it is.
So, I got this friend request from someone I haven't talked to in years. The reason I haven't talked to her is because she's a back-stabbing bitch. There's just no nicer way to put it. So I'm checking my email for the Daily Colby Chronicles and I see "Desiree Sparks confirmed you as a friend on Facebook." First thing going through my mind was "WTF!" second thing was, "When did I ask her to be a friend?" Either way, I sort of wrote a snotty comment on her Facebook wall before removing myself from her friends list. And just incase it got removed cause I'm not a friend anymore, I pm'ed it to her.
I'm probably going to hell for that, well if I believed in hell that is. But it was justified. The things she's said and done in the 5 years I've known her is just utterly insane. From when she was my manager and made me cry every day cause she was that big of a bitch to recently when she called my best friend a whore, blaming her because her husband sleeps around on her. That's no one's fault but her own. She should have known that, when he was cheating on his girlfriend with her. Or when he groped me in my car from the backseat while he was getting head from his girlfriend at the time. I mean seriously, would you really want to marry a guy like that? Once a cheater, always a cheater. Isn't that how the saying goes?
I'm just fuming tonight. Not to mention, Emily's getting dicked around by her roommate Eric. I have no idea what his problem is, but he seems to think Emily is his mother and expect her to clean up after him. They've only been living together a few weeks, and already they are worried he's gonna stiff them on the rent. It's insane. He makes up these excuses as to why he can't do anything, when there is no real logical reason why he can't do something. Like tonight he's staying at his parents house because it's 'supposed' to rain. I'm like wtf does that have to do with the price of tea in China? Absolutely nothing! Obviously, it's partially her fault, because she is way too nice and he walks all over her. But she is woman enough to admit that. What he really deserves is a huge smack in the face and reality check. Like having no place to live and having to sleep in your car for a month. That'll really let you appreciate the friends you have and how you screwed it up.
Wednesday, July 29
The Things I Miss....
I miss my friends.
I miss my family.
I miss being able to do things.
I miss the freedom to shop and not have to hide what I buy.
I miss the ability to sit some place comfortable to read.
I miss being able to drive.
I miss being able to run my own errands.
I miss dancing around the room with the radio so loud I can't hear myself think.
I miss movie night.
I miss being me....
As life goes on, and I grow up the things I cherished when I was in high school are gone from my life. Doing things on my own, and all night movie-thons, going any place I want, run errands. I love being married, I love my husband, I love the security that comes with being with someone you love. I just miss some of the stuff I used to do.
On a more happy note, we are almost ready to move out. Just got to save a little bit more money, and find a place. Which I am uber excited about. Jeff says he's gonna make one corner my reading nook and he's gonna make it look like a little library, and get me like this chair from Bob's Furniture that's called a creampuff. It swivels and sorta looks like a bean bag, but more like a chair.
I miss my family.
I miss being able to do things.
I miss the freedom to shop and not have to hide what I buy.
I miss the ability to sit some place comfortable to read.
I miss being able to drive.
I miss being able to run my own errands.
I miss dancing around the room with the radio so loud I can't hear myself think.
I miss movie night.
I miss being me....
As life goes on, and I grow up the things I cherished when I was in high school are gone from my life. Doing things on my own, and all night movie-thons, going any place I want, run errands. I love being married, I love my husband, I love the security that comes with being with someone you love. I just miss some of the stuff I used to do.
On a more happy note, we are almost ready to move out. Just got to save a little bit more money, and find a place. Which I am uber excited about. Jeff says he's gonna make one corner my reading nook and he's gonna make it look like a little library, and get me like this chair from Bob's Furniture that's called a creampuff. It swivels and sorta looks like a bean bag, but more like a chair.
My Day...
I love air conditioning. No, really I do. I'm the type of person who seriously hates being hot. I hate being uncomfortable. I'm really happy Jeff put the a.c. in the window the other night. I did about an hour of exercising today, and have been eating really healthy. I think the worst thing I ate today was dinner. A little bit of potpie, green beans, and tater tots. Yeah, it was bad times. Good food, bad times. Then we took the dogs for a ride. We had to drive into town for cream cheese and more apples, and coffee syrup. I'm not sure who drinks coffee milk in the summer, but someone wanted it.
The house was tense this evening. I came out of the bedroom to take a shower, because we were supposed to go buy me new shoes. [We didn't go.] When I got into the bathroom, the window was open and it looks out over the back yard, well I heard my in-laws arguing. It's not a fairly uncommon occurrence, but it hasn't happened in a while. It makes everyone in the house just uncomfortable, and the tension usually rubs off on Jeff which in turn rubs off on me and we end up arguing as well. So I was very glad when we went for a drive with the dogs, even if Brittney scratched the crap out of my shoulder because Jeff sucks at driving.
I got the third edition of the Colby Chronicles tonight, with pictures. All good things. I'm glad the little guy doesn't have to have surgery on his heart. That had all of us really scared on Sunday, but things are looking good and he's gained an ounce since birth! There were a few pictures of Connor, who was just extremely adorable when he was born, and a picture of Stacey kangarooing with Colby. I guess kangaroo is like skin-to-skin contact with the baby. At least that's what I gathered from it anyways. Stacey was smiling, and it was good to see her smile after last week. I know she won't be the same, but at least she's on the right track to being semi-happy.
I think that's it for today, nothing too exciting happened. Maybe more tomorrow.
The house was tense this evening. I came out of the bedroom to take a shower, because we were supposed to go buy me new shoes. [We didn't go.] When I got into the bathroom, the window was open and it looks out over the back yard, well I heard my in-laws arguing. It's not a fairly uncommon occurrence, but it hasn't happened in a while. It makes everyone in the house just uncomfortable, and the tension usually rubs off on Jeff which in turn rubs off on me and we end up arguing as well. So I was very glad when we went for a drive with the dogs, even if Brittney scratched the crap out of my shoulder because Jeff sucks at driving.
I got the third edition of the Colby Chronicles tonight, with pictures. All good things. I'm glad the little guy doesn't have to have surgery on his heart. That had all of us really scared on Sunday, but things are looking good and he's gained an ounce since birth! There were a few pictures of Connor, who was just extremely adorable when he was born, and a picture of Stacey kangarooing with Colby. I guess kangaroo is like skin-to-skin contact with the baby. At least that's what I gathered from it anyways. Stacey was smiling, and it was good to see her smile after last week. I know she won't be the same, but at least she's on the right track to being semi-happy.
I think that's it for today, nothing too exciting happened. Maybe more tomorrow.
Monday, July 27
The Rest of My Day...
Alright, so as I stated before I was extremely hot before going to work. I was up to three showers, and the refreshing feeling wasn't lasting that long. I was more than happy to be at work in the air conditioned building. Well, let me tell you, that didn't last long. The general manager Rachel turned the heat up a little bit so the store wasn't as cool as it normally is. Which is a shame because as I was working, I was growing warm again. At least it wasn't uncomfortably hot.
Normally, I love working with Vanessa. She's one of the best, up there with Delores, Josh, and soon Ashley. But today, I was very disappointed with her. She's always been the fair minded supervisor. The one that mixes it up, not keeping the same people on register why the others get to move around the store.
So the store is a little tense when I come in. Courtney isn't her usual chatty self. Which I find weird because her first words to me were "I'm Courtney, I tend to talk a lot." Then Vanessa and the evil Leidy are being unusually chummy. Turns out, there was a little squabble before I went in today. Mainly, Courtney wanted to know if she could not be a greeter because it was wicked hot and she didn't want to push carriages in the heat. Well that didn't go over well, mainly because Leidy is a bitch and likes to sit on high on top of that white horse of hers. She has to prove that she's the boss and we are her minions.
So Vanessa was pissed about something Courtney said or had done, and so everyone was itching for a reason to either write Courtney up or fire her. Well after I had talked to her, Vanessa came over to me and was like "I just saw Courtney outside in her car with Mike from meats." Which I thought was curious indeed. So I'm non-chalantly taking the build of carriages out to put in the tunnel, I don't see Courtney or Mike until I turn to go in. Mike is coming down one of the isles and Courtney is pushing a long stack of carts up to the building.
Leidy comes up with Jason and points to where Courtney's car is. By this time, Courtney has gone back out for more carts and Mike is in the building. They don't see her, but Jason takes Leidy's and Vanessa's word that Courtney was in her car and not on break. So, I know that something bad is gonna happen. Everyone around us can feel it.
I go outside on my break and I watch Mike and Courtney push some carts up to the tunnel. Jason comes out and sort of yell's at Mike, asking him what he's doing out there. Mike informs him he's on break and helping Courtney. I'm not sure there is a prodical on working on your break, but it's his time so I don't see the problem. Mike goes in, and a short time later Courtney joins me as she's on her break. She borrows my phone to call her mom. She heard she was getting fired and now she wants to know if she should quit first or just be fired.
I go in from break, and Courtney's slowly climbing back to her chipper self. She's sort of hovering around my register, not in the way, but there talking to me, running errands, and just being helpful. I find it relaxing, not having to call on the managers for everything with Courtney there. But then Vanessa, Leidy, and Jason show up and they are starting to linger as well. Courtney has a few words with Leidy as Vanessa and Jason do my pick-up. Everyone leaves to the office, and when they come back out Courtney is following Jason into the office.
This is the moment I've been dreading all night. I don't want to lose one of my only friends at work. It's hard enough getting past my social awkwardness and make friends, now I'm losing them and am forced to make new ones. I know Courtney is either getting fired or quitting, and at a very minimum getting written up.
She comes out, and I know she's leaving. I give her my number so that we can chill any time she wants. I'll miss her. She tells me that she was in trouble because they hadn't seen her on the camera for 3.5 minutes. So unless they they have camera's facing the parking lot, it means she didn't walk in front of the doors for 3.5 minutes. It's not a real cause for writting someone up, or suspension [which is what she receieved] or even being fired. But Courtney didn't take the suspension, she quit and is moving on to a better job.
The rest of my night was uneventful until come closing time. Freaking High Horse Leidy [woot new nick name] was so busy flirting with Jason in the back, she missed two pages from Vanessa up front, she didn't lock the front doors [I did.], or do any of the closing announcements. So I'm putting the produce away and she comes up and starts barking orders to me. "Pick up these boxes; Take the empty bread trays to the back; Make sure you put away all the Mickey's before I help you shop the store." Which anyone would thing, "Oh, she's being nice and helping you." No, you are mistaken by this act of kindness in sheeps clothing. What she does instead is, pick up all the reshops she sees, and instead of putting them away as we go, she drops them in my cart ensuring that it's going to take me longer putting the stuff away. Steph comes to help me out, which is nice I suppose, but I felt like I was slacking all night long.
So Steph finishes them while I fail my produce test. Which is utterly retarded, how are you supposed to know what these vegetables are when they are all wrinkly on definitely on their way to start producing their own fungus. I get in the car, and waiting for me is Jeff and my little dog Nina. We head to McDonald's and I order an unsweetened ice tea and a grilled chicken ceasar salad. We get home and my husband has the most amazing surprise for me.....
..... AIR CONDITIONING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE ACTUALLY WENT DOWNSTAIRS AND BROUGHT IT BACK UP! I WILL NO LONGER.
Normally, I love working with Vanessa. She's one of the best, up there with Delores, Josh, and soon Ashley. But today, I was very disappointed with her. She's always been the fair minded supervisor. The one that mixes it up, not keeping the same people on register why the others get to move around the store.
So the store is a little tense when I come in. Courtney isn't her usual chatty self. Which I find weird because her first words to me were "I'm Courtney, I tend to talk a lot." Then Vanessa and the evil Leidy are being unusually chummy. Turns out, there was a little squabble before I went in today. Mainly, Courtney wanted to know if she could not be a greeter because it was wicked hot and she didn't want to push carriages in the heat. Well that didn't go over well, mainly because Leidy is a bitch and likes to sit on high on top of that white horse of hers. She has to prove that she's the boss and we are her minions.
So Vanessa was pissed about something Courtney said or had done, and so everyone was itching for a reason to either write Courtney up or fire her. Well after I had talked to her, Vanessa came over to me and was like "I just saw Courtney outside in her car with Mike from meats." Which I thought was curious indeed. So I'm non-chalantly taking the build of carriages out to put in the tunnel, I don't see Courtney or Mike until I turn to go in. Mike is coming down one of the isles and Courtney is pushing a long stack of carts up to the building.
Leidy comes up with Jason and points to where Courtney's car is. By this time, Courtney has gone back out for more carts and Mike is in the building. They don't see her, but Jason takes Leidy's and Vanessa's word that Courtney was in her car and not on break. So, I know that something bad is gonna happen. Everyone around us can feel it.
I go outside on my break and I watch Mike and Courtney push some carts up to the tunnel. Jason comes out and sort of yell's at Mike, asking him what he's doing out there. Mike informs him he's on break and helping Courtney. I'm not sure there is a prodical on working on your break, but it's his time so I don't see the problem. Mike goes in, and a short time later Courtney joins me as she's on her break. She borrows my phone to call her mom. She heard she was getting fired and now she wants to know if she should quit first or just be fired.
I go in from break, and Courtney's slowly climbing back to her chipper self. She's sort of hovering around my register, not in the way, but there talking to me, running errands, and just being helpful. I find it relaxing, not having to call on the managers for everything with Courtney there. But then Vanessa, Leidy, and Jason show up and they are starting to linger as well. Courtney has a few words with Leidy as Vanessa and Jason do my pick-up. Everyone leaves to the office, and when they come back out Courtney is following Jason into the office.
This is the moment I've been dreading all night. I don't want to lose one of my only friends at work. It's hard enough getting past my social awkwardness and make friends, now I'm losing them and am forced to make new ones. I know Courtney is either getting fired or quitting, and at a very minimum getting written up.
She comes out, and I know she's leaving. I give her my number so that we can chill any time she wants. I'll miss her. She tells me that she was in trouble because they hadn't seen her on the camera for 3.5 minutes. So unless they they have camera's facing the parking lot, it means she didn't walk in front of the doors for 3.5 minutes. It's not a real cause for writting someone up, or suspension [which is what she receieved] or even being fired. But Courtney didn't take the suspension, she quit and is moving on to a better job.
The rest of my night was uneventful until come closing time. Freaking High Horse Leidy [woot new nick name] was so busy flirting with Jason in the back, she missed two pages from Vanessa up front, she didn't lock the front doors [I did.], or do any of the closing announcements. So I'm putting the produce away and she comes up and starts barking orders to me. "Pick up these boxes; Take the empty bread trays to the back; Make sure you put away all the Mickey's before I help you shop the store." Which anyone would thing, "Oh, she's being nice and helping you." No, you are mistaken by this act of kindness in sheeps clothing. What she does instead is, pick up all the reshops she sees, and instead of putting them away as we go, she drops them in my cart ensuring that it's going to take me longer putting the stuff away. Steph comes to help me out, which is nice I suppose, but I felt like I was slacking all night long.
So Steph finishes them while I fail my produce test. Which is utterly retarded, how are you supposed to know what these vegetables are when they are all wrinkly on definitely on their way to start producing their own fungus. I get in the car, and waiting for me is Jeff and my little dog Nina. We head to McDonald's and I order an unsweetened ice tea and a grilled chicken ceasar salad. We get home and my husband has the most amazing surprise for me.....
..... AIR CONDITIONING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE ACTUALLY WENT DOWNSTAIRS AND BROUGHT IT BACK UP! I WILL NO LONGER.
Updates....
After the hectic week we've had, I'm just trying to distract myself with catching up on some summer shows. So right now, I'm laying in bed with my two dogs: Nina and Brittney. Nina is whimpering, I haven't yet figured out why. She has food and water, and she's been potty. It might be because she wants to play with Butch downstairs. Brittney is trying to stay cool just like me. Today is one of those days I wish we had the air conditioner in the window, or at least a fan that just blew straight into the room. I'll probably end up showering one more time before I go to work.
I didn't sleep too well last night. Well on top of it being hot, I spent another night thinking of Connor and worrying about Colby. He's still fighting along, and might need a little surgery to close a ventricle that isn't really supposed to be there. Apparently, that's pretty average in newborns and usually goes away upon birth, however, since Colby was premature it's still there and open. So as you might've guessed, it's pretty average and rountine. But that doesn't stop us from worrying about him. But according to my Connor Chronicles email this morning, he is looking really good.
I didn't sleep too well last night. Well on top of it being hot, I spent another night thinking of Connor and worrying about Colby. He's still fighting along, and might need a little surgery to close a ventricle that isn't really supposed to be there. Apparently, that's pretty average in newborns and usually goes away upon birth, however, since Colby was premature it's still there and open. So as you might've guessed, it's pretty average and rountine. But that doesn't stop us from worrying about him. But according to my Connor Chronicles email this morning, he is looking really good.
Sunday, July 26
Connor James Jamerson
This is a little late, seeing as how I just started my blog a few days ago. I had written something previously on my livejournal account, but now it's time to say what's needed to say here. Tuesday morning we received a frantic and distraught call from Johnny, my brother-in-law. His first born, Connor James, had past after a long night of fighting for his life. As soon as Jeff found out, while he was at work, he rushed home to pick me up and we rushed as fast as we could to the hospital. The image that is forever burned in our brains, that we just can't seem to push back from the surface, is seeing Johnny cradling his son and crying. We knew then that it was real, that there hadn't been a mistake, that Connor had passed.
I looked at the faces of my entire extended family Stacey and Johnny, Mom and Dad, Chris and Matt, and knew that they felt has torn as I was. I'm not very close to them, my own issues hindering my ability to open up to any of them, so I had to fight back every urge I had in my body to just hug them as tight as I could. There aren't enough words in my vocabulary to explain the urge I felt to comfort all of them. I was never more sad and glad at the same time to be able to hold Connor, to look at his wrinkly skin and tiny mouth.
I had all these plans to spoil these kids rotten. Since I found out Stacey was pregnant, I've done nothing but buy clothes and bath time hooded towels. I wanted to do everything I could, I wanted to be the best aunt ever. So when Connor died, I suddenly forgot about little Colby laying in the incubator behind the gathered family. I thought all hope was lost. When the time for us to go, to let the nurses take him, I held him one last time. I kissed his Stacey on the forehead [that being as natural as if she were my flesh and blood sister] and kissed Connor's little head good-bye.
I fought to try not to let my mind wander as I listened to Johnny try to explain to us how he wanted to do the funeral. To listen to the events leading up to Connor's passing. I cried more in one day than I had since Robin passed. Yet again, I fought the urge to console him and put on the bravest smile I could. We tried to stay distracted until it was finally time for all of us to leave and go home. We even told a few jokes and had a few laughs. But the day was full of sorrow, and none of us would ever forget.
I went to work on Tuesday, and didn't smile once. I tried to stay busy but my mind would wander and I'd be caught crying in the middle of ringing someone out. Even the customers seemed to sense my depression and didn't attempt to have a conversation with me. Things got better when I had good news. Colby was doing exceedingly well. Over the next few days, with work distracting me, and more good news about Colby, I didn't dwell long on the impending funeral that was fast approaching.
Saturday morning came and the house was quiet despite the fact that it was full of people hurrying to get ready. Nothing like 3 females, with one shower, trying to get ready for a funeral. Watch Out Everybody!
We drove to Boston, got lost, and arrived at the funeral with almost valet style parking. We went in, and sat in the front row as people filed in paying their respects. After I was hugged by one of Johnny's aunts, I tried to avoid hugging altogether. Like I said I have issues with certain things.
I am one of the most observant people I know. I watch everyone, I watch their reactions, how they act, the way the move. It's always just something I took note of. So the day of the funeral was especially hard. Watching Johnny and Stacey try to be as brave as they possibly could, knowing very well that all they wanted to do was probably crawl into a hole and cried until there wasn't anything left.
When it came time to say a few words, the priest [or pastor or preacher I'm not sure which he was] said a few prayers for Connor and for Colby. Johnny got up and gave Stacey's words. They were an account of her need and desire to be a Mom, from when she used to take care of Matt until the Twins were born. Connor had given her the best gift any of us could ever give her, he let her be who she always wanted to be, a Mom.
Then came Johnny's poem he found. It was amazing, and it made me cry. Not that the entire day wasn't enough to make me cry, but this poem just hit me.
The worst part was having to hear about Colby's 'text messages' to Dad. How scared he was, not understanding why they were swarming around his brother Connor. I cried so hard, I couldn't even manage to look up from my hands. It was the hardest thing to hear. When all was said and done, we said our final good-byes to Connor. Told him how much we loved him and left.
We went to visit Colby who's doing well. He had his CPap machine on instead of being intabated. They had taken away the blue light that helped with his Jaundice, so now he was just a tiny baby in an incubator. We got a picture of him on our cell phones, and used them as backgrounds on all of our phones. Some of us fell asleep as we waited for everyone to go in pairs to visit Colby. It wasn't until Johnny's brother Danny and their parents moved to leave that I realized how much I've hugged everyone in this family. We definitely turned into a group of huggers.
We ended the night with a dinner at Olive Garden, then a long trip home. We didn't get home till midnight, which made it an extra long night for everyone involved. I didn't hit the hay till almost two a.m. It was the first time I was able to write anything, and I wanted to really harness the feeling. I started a story, which I might talk about later in my writing Blog, I also started a poem for Connor that I'll eventually post. But for now, I think I'm going to relax the rest of the night and continue watching the rest of last seasons Doctor Who. Mmmm the Doctor [pronounced Doctah].
I looked at the faces of my entire extended family Stacey and Johnny, Mom and Dad, Chris and Matt, and knew that they felt has torn as I was. I'm not very close to them, my own issues hindering my ability to open up to any of them, so I had to fight back every urge I had in my body to just hug them as tight as I could. There aren't enough words in my vocabulary to explain the urge I felt to comfort all of them. I was never more sad and glad at the same time to be able to hold Connor, to look at his wrinkly skin and tiny mouth.
I had all these plans to spoil these kids rotten. Since I found out Stacey was pregnant, I've done nothing but buy clothes and bath time hooded towels. I wanted to do everything I could, I wanted to be the best aunt ever. So when Connor died, I suddenly forgot about little Colby laying in the incubator behind the gathered family. I thought all hope was lost. When the time for us to go, to let the nurses take him, I held him one last time. I kissed his Stacey on the forehead [that being as natural as if she were my flesh and blood sister] and kissed Connor's little head good-bye.
I fought to try not to let my mind wander as I listened to Johnny try to explain to us how he wanted to do the funeral. To listen to the events leading up to Connor's passing. I cried more in one day than I had since Robin passed. Yet again, I fought the urge to console him and put on the bravest smile I could. We tried to stay distracted until it was finally time for all of us to leave and go home. We even told a few jokes and had a few laughs. But the day was full of sorrow, and none of us would ever forget.
I went to work on Tuesday, and didn't smile once. I tried to stay busy but my mind would wander and I'd be caught crying in the middle of ringing someone out. Even the customers seemed to sense my depression and didn't attempt to have a conversation with me. Things got better when I had good news. Colby was doing exceedingly well. Over the next few days, with work distracting me, and more good news about Colby, I didn't dwell long on the impending funeral that was fast approaching.
Saturday morning came and the house was quiet despite the fact that it was full of people hurrying to get ready. Nothing like 3 females, with one shower, trying to get ready for a funeral. Watch Out Everybody!
We drove to Boston, got lost, and arrived at the funeral with almost valet style parking. We went in, and sat in the front row as people filed in paying their respects. After I was hugged by one of Johnny's aunts, I tried to avoid hugging altogether. Like I said I have issues with certain things.
I am one of the most observant people I know. I watch everyone, I watch their reactions, how they act, the way the move. It's always just something I took note of. So the day of the funeral was especially hard. Watching Johnny and Stacey try to be as brave as they possibly could, knowing very well that all they wanted to do was probably crawl into a hole and cried until there wasn't anything left.
When it came time to say a few words, the priest [or pastor or preacher I'm not sure which he was] said a few prayers for Connor and for Colby. Johnny got up and gave Stacey's words. They were an account of her need and desire to be a Mom, from when she used to take care of Matt until the Twins were born. Connor had given her the best gift any of us could ever give her, he let her be who she always wanted to be, a Mom.
Then came Johnny's poem he found. It was amazing, and it made me cry. Not that the entire day wasn't enough to make me cry, but this poem just hit me.
My Mom and Dad Are Survivors
My Mom and Dad are Survivors,
or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear them crying at night
when all others are in bed.
I watch them lay awake at night
and go to hold their hands.
They don't know I'm with them
to help them understand.
But like the sands on the beach
that never wash away...
I watch over my Mom and Dad
who think of me each day.
They wear a smile for others...
a smile of disguise!
But through Heaven's door
I see tears flowing from their eyes.
My Mom and Dad try to
cope with death;
To keep my memory Alive.
But anyone who knows them
knows it is their way to survive.
As I watch over my Mom and Dad
through Heaven's open door...
I try to tell them that Angels
protect me forevermore!
I know that doesn't help them,
or ease the burden they bear.
So, if you get a chance, go visit them.
Show them that you care.
For no matter what they say...
no matter what they feel...
My Mom and Dad have a broken heart
that time won't ever heal.
The worst part was having to hear about Colby's 'text messages' to Dad. How scared he was, not understanding why they were swarming around his brother Connor. I cried so hard, I couldn't even manage to look up from my hands. It was the hardest thing to hear. When all was said and done, we said our final good-byes to Connor. Told him how much we loved him and left.
We went to visit Colby who's doing well. He had his CPap machine on instead of being intabated. They had taken away the blue light that helped with his Jaundice, so now he was just a tiny baby in an incubator. We got a picture of him on our cell phones, and used them as backgrounds on all of our phones. Some of us fell asleep as we waited for everyone to go in pairs to visit Colby. It wasn't until Johnny's brother Danny and their parents moved to leave that I realized how much I've hugged everyone in this family. We definitely turned into a group of huggers.
We ended the night with a dinner at Olive Garden, then a long trip home. We didn't get home till midnight, which made it an extra long night for everyone involved. I didn't hit the hay till almost two a.m. It was the first time I was able to write anything, and I wanted to really harness the feeling. I started a story, which I might talk about later in my writing Blog, I also started a poem for Connor that I'll eventually post. But for now, I think I'm going to relax the rest of the night and continue watching the rest of last seasons Doctor Who. Mmmm the Doctor [pronounced Doctah].
Saturday, July 25
Vacation [pt.3]
Day Six: We sort of hung out all day. Mom and Dad both had to go to work, so we sat around. We played Rock Band, joked, played worms, ate some hummus. I've turned my brother onto hummus. Which is awesome cause then I don't ever have to hear about how it's utterly disgusting. Most people think that when they haven't even given it a proper try.
Thursday, baseball game day. Dad, James, Sedeana, and Jeff headed for the big game. Indians vs. Mariners. As I heard it, they beat the Mariner's 4 - 1. I didn't go. Baseball is... rather boring to me. Most sports are, I'd rather read a book than watch some sort of sport. I stayed home and played some Rock Band. [Yeah, played that game a lot, especially when I was by myself.] It was rather boring actually, mom went to bed at around 8:30, and no one came home till about 10:30. I sort of stayed online for a little bit. Caught up on everything I'd missed while doing fun and exciting things with my family. When everyone got home, Dad went to bed followed shortly by James and Sedeana.
Days Seven and Eight and Nine: We woke up kinda of late, the last of our catching up on early mornings and late nights. Of course, first thing we did when we woke up was play Worms. It's like playing Risk, turn based, and lets hope your team is the last one standing. Then we followed up with a little game of Halo 3. Usually, as long as I have my sniper rifle and a high point I can handle my own, but this time the terrain was against me and I died many times. But! Not without taking a few of them down with me! Muwhahahahah!
Then we had left over ribs, white hot dogs that we had specially shipped from New York, and hamburgers. It was good. The best part was the macaroni salad we got from Wal-mart! I love that stuff, and anyone can tell you I am not a big macaroni salad fan. We followed up dinner with a special trip to Honey Hut where they have absolutely the best ice cream in all of Cleveland. Well, it would have been the best if my mom hadn't been so snappy to the new kid that was waiting on us.
Then we hit Wal-mart again for a few last minute things. We had to drive all the way to the Steelyard because my brother absolutely refuses to shop at the Wal-mart closer to us. He says it's just absolutely unacceptable. The first time we took him there, in the middle of shopping he just left a grocery cart full of groceries in the middle of electronics because it was just so bad. I guess that's the price he pays for being the manager of Electronics in Wyoming.
We said good-bye to them Saturday morning. The day didn't start so well. In the middle of the night, a storm had started to pass over Cleveland which means my brother had to start his drive home in pouring rain. It was so bad we couldn't see the neighbors house across the street. Dad went to work while Jeff, Mom, and I sort of just hung around the house. I watched a few shows with her while he was sleeping in the bed. It was really quiet once he left, my brother was definitely the life of the party. Or maybe it's just when James and I are in the room together we are just all kinds of Epicness. Full of Win!
My Dad and husband watched Spiderman 3 while I went into the bedroom and laid down. Nina has this habit of whimpering and running to the bedroom when she's tired, so I went with her this time. I started one of the new books we had gotten on the last trip to Wal-mart called The Luxe. It's actually a lot better than it actually sounds. Before I knew it I was on page 50 and my husband had just come to bed.
Sunday we spent most of the day on the front porch hanging out. Aristo from across the street came over in the evening and we played some poker. Not for real money or anything, but just for the sheer fun of it. I had a few Smirnoff's and kinda just cherished the last night with my family.
Around noon or so, we got a call from my mom-in-law saying that Stacey had finally gone into labor. Naturally, Jeff and I were freaked out. Not only was it because the babies were coming 3 months premature, but because we couldn't be there with her. We made sure that Mom called us when any news came. Not long after that, she called again to tell us that my two new baby nephews were born. Connor James and Colby John Jamerson. Two of the most cherished babies that has ever come into this family I think. Connor was born at 2 lbs and 9 oz while Colby was 2 lbs 3 oz, respectively. All the news pointed to good things, so Jeff and I relaxed and enjoyed the rest of our night.
Monday morning, bright and early, Jeff and I hit the road. We were heading back to our normal lives in Massachussetts. I didn't have to work again till Friday but Jeff had to be back by Tuesday. We wanted to be home for the premier of Torchwood: Children of Earth mini-series [Yes, we are just that geeky.] Nina stayed in my lap for most of the trip, and I read an entire book in just the short 10 hours it took to get back home, not including eating and potty breaks. It was a pretty easy drive, even when the GPS freaked out, hyperventilated, and had to reboot itself three times. Really do hate our GPS.
Thursday, baseball game day. Dad, James, Sedeana, and Jeff headed for the big game. Indians vs. Mariners. As I heard it, they beat the Mariner's 4 - 1. I didn't go. Baseball is... rather boring to me. Most sports are, I'd rather read a book than watch some sort of sport. I stayed home and played some Rock Band. [Yeah, played that game a lot, especially when I was by myself.] It was rather boring actually, mom went to bed at around 8:30, and no one came home till about 10:30. I sort of stayed online for a little bit. Caught up on everything I'd missed while doing fun and exciting things with my family. When everyone got home, Dad went to bed followed shortly by James and Sedeana.
Days Seven and Eight and Nine: We woke up kinda of late, the last of our catching up on early mornings and late nights. Of course, first thing we did when we woke up was play Worms. It's like playing Risk, turn based, and lets hope your team is the last one standing. Then we followed up with a little game of Halo 3. Usually, as long as I have my sniper rifle and a high point I can handle my own, but this time the terrain was against me and I died many times. But! Not without taking a few of them down with me! Muwhahahahah!
Then we had left over ribs, white hot dogs that we had specially shipped from New York, and hamburgers. It was good. The best part was the macaroni salad we got from Wal-mart! I love that stuff, and anyone can tell you I am not a big macaroni salad fan. We followed up dinner with a special trip to Honey Hut where they have absolutely the best ice cream in all of Cleveland. Well, it would have been the best if my mom hadn't been so snappy to the new kid that was waiting on us.
Then we hit Wal-mart again for a few last minute things. We had to drive all the way to the Steelyard because my brother absolutely refuses to shop at the Wal-mart closer to us. He says it's just absolutely unacceptable. The first time we took him there, in the middle of shopping he just left a grocery cart full of groceries in the middle of electronics because it was just so bad. I guess that's the price he pays for being the manager of Electronics in Wyoming.
We said good-bye to them Saturday morning. The day didn't start so well. In the middle of the night, a storm had started to pass over Cleveland which means my brother had to start his drive home in pouring rain. It was so bad we couldn't see the neighbors house across the street. Dad went to work while Jeff, Mom, and I sort of just hung around the house. I watched a few shows with her while he was sleeping in the bed. It was really quiet once he left, my brother was definitely the life of the party. Or maybe it's just when James and I are in the room together we are just all kinds of Epicness. Full of Win!
My Dad and husband watched Spiderman 3 while I went into the bedroom and laid down. Nina has this habit of whimpering and running to the bedroom when she's tired, so I went with her this time. I started one of the new books we had gotten on the last trip to Wal-mart called The Luxe. It's actually a lot better than it actually sounds. Before I knew it I was on page 50 and my husband had just come to bed.
Sunday we spent most of the day on the front porch hanging out. Aristo from across the street came over in the evening and we played some poker. Not for real money or anything, but just for the sheer fun of it. I had a few Smirnoff's and kinda just cherished the last night with my family.
Around noon or so, we got a call from my mom-in-law saying that Stacey had finally gone into labor. Naturally, Jeff and I were freaked out. Not only was it because the babies were coming 3 months premature, but because we couldn't be there with her. We made sure that Mom called us when any news came. Not long after that, she called again to tell us that my two new baby nephews were born. Connor James and Colby John Jamerson. Two of the most cherished babies that has ever come into this family I think. Connor was born at 2 lbs and 9 oz while Colby was 2 lbs 3 oz, respectively. All the news pointed to good things, so Jeff and I relaxed and enjoyed the rest of our night.
Monday morning, bright and early, Jeff and I hit the road. We were heading back to our normal lives in Massachussetts. I didn't have to work again till Friday but Jeff had to be back by Tuesday. We wanted to be home for the premier of Torchwood: Children of Earth mini-series [Yes, we are just that geeky.] Nina stayed in my lap for most of the trip, and I read an entire book in just the short 10 hours it took to get back home, not including eating and potty breaks. It was a pretty easy drive, even when the GPS freaked out, hyperventilated, and had to reboot itself three times. Really do hate our GPS.
Thursday, July 23
Vacation [pt.2]
Day Four: I think I'm missing a day, because this would be Tuesday and for the life of me I cannot remember what we did. I assume Rock Band was involved, mostly because it was a week ago and it was all sort of clustered. There was definitely food involved as well.
Day Five: Started off sort of rocky. Jeff and I woke up to start making breakfast. Biscuits and gravy were on the menu, but mom was refusing to eat it. And Dad headed to work to work on our car, leaving without so much as a warning, so he didn't eat either. Just a big pan of biscuits and gravy for four of us. Sigh... at least Dad had some when he got home.
Mom, James [my brother], Seadeana, and Jeff [my husband] headed for the Zoo. I stayed home and caught up on some Rock Band and Worms. I cleaned up and played with the dogs, and just did random hanging out. Dad came home and we tried out his game we got him for father's day. Turns out, the guitar wasn't responding and Dad didn't really like the game. So we took it back and ended up getting him Spiderman 3 Sp.Ed. and Tombstone Sp.Ed.
So around 4 after Dad and I took a nap, everyone else came home. That's when the drama happened. Sedeana had lost her wallet somewhere at the Zoo. We had searched everywhere in the house for it, in the car, on the porch, just everywhere. It had like 100 dollars, her license, insurance cards, social security card, the works. My brother was livid to say the least. My brother, like me has a pretty foul temper, so everyone scattered until he calmed down. Once they had everything settled, we headed off for the main attraction. The attraction of a life time: Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince! Oh my god, that movie was Epic. It was awesome, it was... full of win!
Then after many many weeks of wanting chicken wings, we got some. I waited and waited for them, something that I had been craving for quite sometime. Good wings too, not those sauceless overly breaded ones. The thickness of the aroma lingered in the car, and followed us as we entered the house. We all sat down, our plates ready, and then we bite into it, and the thing is freaking hot. Way too hot! Can you believe that? TOO FREAKING HOT!
I totally ate as many as I could. We ordered like 70 because well we are a big family, and we love our chicken wings. Well, only about 28 of them got eaten the first night. Dad had some the next day. Over all I think about 15 or so were left after some snacking. Not even a beer could help with the heat of those wings.
[TBC]
Day Five: Started off sort of rocky. Jeff and I woke up to start making breakfast. Biscuits and gravy were on the menu, but mom was refusing to eat it. And Dad headed to work to work on our car, leaving without so much as a warning, so he didn't eat either. Just a big pan of biscuits and gravy for four of us. Sigh... at least Dad had some when he got home.
Mom, James [my brother], Seadeana, and Jeff [my husband] headed for the Zoo. I stayed home and caught up on some Rock Band and Worms. I cleaned up and played with the dogs, and just did random hanging out. Dad came home and we tried out his game we got him for father's day. Turns out, the guitar wasn't responding and Dad didn't really like the game. So we took it back and ended up getting him Spiderman 3 Sp.Ed. and Tombstone Sp.Ed.
So around 4 after Dad and I took a nap, everyone else came home. That's when the drama happened. Sedeana had lost her wallet somewhere at the Zoo. We had searched everywhere in the house for it, in the car, on the porch, just everywhere. It had like 100 dollars, her license, insurance cards, social security card, the works. My brother was livid to say the least. My brother, like me has a pretty foul temper, so everyone scattered until he calmed down. Once they had everything settled, we headed off for the main attraction. The attraction of a life time: Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince! Oh my god, that movie was Epic. It was awesome, it was... full of win!
Then after many many weeks of wanting chicken wings, we got some. I waited and waited for them, something that I had been craving for quite sometime. Good wings too, not those sauceless overly breaded ones. The thickness of the aroma lingered in the car, and followed us as we entered the house. We all sat down, our plates ready, and then we bite into it, and the thing is freaking hot. Way too hot! Can you believe that? TOO FREAKING HOT!
I totally ate as many as I could. We ordered like 70 because well we are a big family, and we love our chicken wings. Well, only about 28 of them got eaten the first night. Dad had some the next day. Over all I think about 15 or so were left after some snacking. Not even a beer could help with the heat of those wings.
[TBC]
Wednesday, July 22
Welcome + Vacation [pt.1]
Welcome! So, this is it guys, my third attempt at doing a blog. Let's see if I can keep this one going, I might just have to throw it's link around so people find it. First off, I just got back from vacation. The husband and I drove up to Ohio after I got out of work the night of the 10th. After a few breaks for sleep, two cups of bad coffee, and an energy pill, we arrived in Ohio at 11 in the morning.
Day One: Now, most normal people would try to at least nap for as long as you could. Not us, we stayed up all day, dragging our feet and going a little crazy. I was so tired at one point, I called my dad [who never answers the phone when I call the first time] and left an elaborate message about a hitchhiker who wanted to duel me with pocket knives after he had killed my husband, and after the duel [which I won] I left him and my dead husband behind.
Then my brother showed up, there was some laughing involved, but what the joke was I don't know. [It's hard to remember what you did last week.] Then dad came home to shower and we headed off to Hometown Buffet for dinner. I picked at the good stuff, avoided anything that looked like it was still bleeding, and then headed for the dessert counter. I filed my tiny little bowl high with swirl ice cream covered with strawberry topping, hot caramel, and hot fudge. It was mostly melted by the time I got back to my table and had a huge sugar rush where I ranted and raved about the actors of Twilight and how if they've ruined the next movies by breaking up, I'm going to be quite pissed. [This conversation worried my brother seeing as how I was waving around a butter knife while giving my speech.]
We headed home and crashed around 9 pm. Well we being my husband, my brother, his wife, and myself. Mom and Dad stayed up pretty late hanging out with the neighbors across the way.
Day Two: For some reason, whenever we are all together, we wake up at 6 in the morning like it's the most natural thing to us. When in actuality, most of the time we don't get up before 9 a.m. Dad made the best breakfast burritos, and then we continued with the great plan of Rock Band.
It was mostly a day of relaxation and hanging out with everyone. My brother, my husband, and I created a band called Porch Monkies. Now, if any of you have ever seen Clerks 2, you'll know where this came from. [If you haven't, I seriously suggest wiki-ing it.] Then we headed to the store in my brother's new car which he named Megan, after Megan Fox. [Yet again, if you don't know her, wiki her.] We picked up some smirnoff's, and coke, and headed back home where barbecue was waiting for us. My parent's neighbor Aristo, made some awesome barbecued chicken. That coupled with my mom's awesome Potato Salad, just made my day.
We stayed up playing a little bite more Rock Band and then headed to bed.
Day Three: The next day, after my brother made this egg and sausage skillet, we headed off to Sandusky to have a good time near Cedar Park, which is what Sandusky is known for. We stopped at this cute mini-golf place where we got this package deal: 36 holes of mini golf, 2 rides on the go cart tracks, 2 tokens, bumper boats, and a repeat attraction. Well, we started off with the first 18 holes of mini golf and half way through it we got bored. We had more fun standing near the tiny houses taking pictures than we did playing mini golf. Eventually, we stopped putting and threw our balls in the hole, or lied about how many strokes it took.
Next stop, the go cart track. Let me tell you know, our family did not follow the rule of "No Reckless Driving". There were two crashes that involved my brother and his wife, one crash where after my husband attempted to be a bad ass I hit him in the side, and alot of cutting people off. First rule of go cart racing, the break peddle does not exist. If you use it, then you're a pussy. Family motto right there.
Then a few of us went on the bumper boats, where my brother rammed me so hard a ton of water came in my boat and soaked my butt. Thank god I hadn't shorted my phone out. It was alot of dizziness, but fun all around.
We didn't make it to the last 18 holes of mini golf, well obviously after the first round we didn't even make it through, and the lady let us turn it in for a 6 tokens. We all played them on the game "Deal or No Deal" and the only ones who made out were Mom and Sedeana [my sister-in-law].
After we claimed our prizes, we headed to Coldstone where they mix your ice cream flavors by hand. I watched them actually need bits of brownie into my brothers Chocolate Chocolate Mint Chip ice cream, followed by a ribbon of hot fudge, and chocolate chips. It was one of the coolest things I've ever seen.
Then we headed to the fireworks emporium super store. Which, yes it was filled to the brim with all different types of fireworks, however, it was insanely overpriced. Like a pack of good sparklers was 4 bucks, any other place it would have been like a $1.50. We left with a few boxes of cheap sparklers, chinese snappers, and a weird snake thing that I have yet to light. I thought it'd be interesting, and fun to harass my mother with because she loathes snakes, deathly affraid of them.
Then we headed to a piercing and tattoo parlor. I'm not sure why, or how it lead to being there, but we went there. Mom wanted to get her horribly botched tattoo dedicated to grandma fixed [and it looks super awesome now. I can tell it's actually supposed to be a butterfly sitting on a sun flower.] and Sedeana wanted to get another tattoo. She picked out this tribal design with an orange and gold butterfly sitting in the center. She told the lady that she wanted it on her right wrist just above her hand. Well things started off good, the girl was a little flustered because she had just gotten there from a two day trip from Phoenix. So she starts, and you know how they wipe away the excess ink to see where they have been and where they are going, well she used the wrong napkin to wipe it away. So used the one with the alcohol on it, and wiped the the trace away. So her tattoo was horribly messed up, it was tilting to the right, and the swirls weren't in the right place. So she gets up and leaves and gets the best guy in the world to come fix it. I'm not sure how he did it, but he made it almost perfect. You can only tell it's crooked when she holds her arm a certain way. He cuts the price in half, and gives her a free ticket to tattooing for life. So any time she wants to add to it, or get a new one, she never has to pay again. That was pretty awesome I thought.
So we go home and I'm not sure what we had for dinner, but I think it was Tequila Salsa Chicken with rice. Or something like that, either way, it was pretty freaking good. My brother is an awesome cook let me tell you. Then more Rock Band, a little Dancing with the Stars, and bed time. We were still trying to catch up from the sleepless nights. [TBC]
Day One: Now, most normal people would try to at least nap for as long as you could. Not us, we stayed up all day, dragging our feet and going a little crazy. I was so tired at one point, I called my dad [who never answers the phone when I call the first time] and left an elaborate message about a hitchhiker who wanted to duel me with pocket knives after he had killed my husband, and after the duel [which I won] I left him and my dead husband behind.
Then my brother showed up, there was some laughing involved, but what the joke was I don't know. [It's hard to remember what you did last week.] Then dad came home to shower and we headed off to Hometown Buffet for dinner. I picked at the good stuff, avoided anything that looked like it was still bleeding, and then headed for the dessert counter. I filed my tiny little bowl high with swirl ice cream covered with strawberry topping, hot caramel, and hot fudge. It was mostly melted by the time I got back to my table and had a huge sugar rush where I ranted and raved about the actors of Twilight and how if they've ruined the next movies by breaking up, I'm going to be quite pissed. [This conversation worried my brother seeing as how I was waving around a butter knife while giving my speech.]
We headed home and crashed around 9 pm. Well we being my husband, my brother, his wife, and myself. Mom and Dad stayed up pretty late hanging out with the neighbors across the way.
Day Two: For some reason, whenever we are all together, we wake up at 6 in the morning like it's the most natural thing to us. When in actuality, most of the time we don't get up before 9 a.m. Dad made the best breakfast burritos, and then we continued with the great plan of Rock Band.
It was mostly a day of relaxation and hanging out with everyone. My brother, my husband, and I created a band called Porch Monkies. Now, if any of you have ever seen Clerks 2, you'll know where this came from. [If you haven't, I seriously suggest wiki-ing it.] Then we headed to the store in my brother's new car which he named Megan, after Megan Fox. [Yet again, if you don't know her, wiki her.] We picked up some smirnoff's, and coke, and headed back home where barbecue was waiting for us. My parent's neighbor Aristo, made some awesome barbecued chicken. That coupled with my mom's awesome Potato Salad, just made my day.
We stayed up playing a little bite more Rock Band and then headed to bed.
Day Three: The next day, after my brother made this egg and sausage skillet, we headed off to Sandusky to have a good time near Cedar Park, which is what Sandusky is known for. We stopped at this cute mini-golf place where we got this package deal: 36 holes of mini golf, 2 rides on the go cart tracks, 2 tokens, bumper boats, and a repeat attraction. Well, we started off with the first 18 holes of mini golf and half way through it we got bored. We had more fun standing near the tiny houses taking pictures than we did playing mini golf. Eventually, we stopped putting and threw our balls in the hole, or lied about how many strokes it took.
Next stop, the go cart track. Let me tell you know, our family did not follow the rule of "No Reckless Driving". There were two crashes that involved my brother and his wife, one crash where after my husband attempted to be a bad ass I hit him in the side, and alot of cutting people off. First rule of go cart racing, the break peddle does not exist. If you use it, then you're a pussy. Family motto right there.
Then a few of us went on the bumper boats, where my brother rammed me so hard a ton of water came in my boat and soaked my butt. Thank god I hadn't shorted my phone out. It was alot of dizziness, but fun all around.
We didn't make it to the last 18 holes of mini golf, well obviously after the first round we didn't even make it through, and the lady let us turn it in for a 6 tokens. We all played them on the game "Deal or No Deal" and the only ones who made out were Mom and Sedeana [my sister-in-law].
After we claimed our prizes, we headed to Coldstone where they mix your ice cream flavors by hand. I watched them actually need bits of brownie into my brothers Chocolate Chocolate Mint Chip ice cream, followed by a ribbon of hot fudge, and chocolate chips. It was one of the coolest things I've ever seen.
Then we headed to the fireworks emporium super store. Which, yes it was filled to the brim with all different types of fireworks, however, it was insanely overpriced. Like a pack of good sparklers was 4 bucks, any other place it would have been like a $1.50. We left with a few boxes of cheap sparklers, chinese snappers, and a weird snake thing that I have yet to light. I thought it'd be interesting, and fun to harass my mother with because she loathes snakes, deathly affraid of them.
Then we headed to a piercing and tattoo parlor. I'm not sure why, or how it lead to being there, but we went there. Mom wanted to get her horribly botched tattoo dedicated to grandma fixed [and it looks super awesome now. I can tell it's actually supposed to be a butterfly sitting on a sun flower.] and Sedeana wanted to get another tattoo. She picked out this tribal design with an orange and gold butterfly sitting in the center. She told the lady that she wanted it on her right wrist just above her hand. Well things started off good, the girl was a little flustered because she had just gotten there from a two day trip from Phoenix. So she starts, and you know how they wipe away the excess ink to see where they have been and where they are going, well she used the wrong napkin to wipe it away. So used the one with the alcohol on it, and wiped the the trace away. So her tattoo was horribly messed up, it was tilting to the right, and the swirls weren't in the right place. So she gets up and leaves and gets the best guy in the world to come fix it. I'm not sure how he did it, but he made it almost perfect. You can only tell it's crooked when she holds her arm a certain way. He cuts the price in half, and gives her a free ticket to tattooing for life. So any time she wants to add to it, or get a new one, she never has to pay again. That was pretty awesome I thought.
So we go home and I'm not sure what we had for dinner, but I think it was Tequila Salsa Chicken with rice. Or something like that, either way, it was pretty freaking good. My brother is an awesome cook let me tell you. Then more Rock Band, a little Dancing with the Stars, and bed time. We were still trying to catch up from the sleepless nights. [TBC]
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