Thursday, September 30, 2004

Licensed to Drive

My driver's license expired this past August, but at the time it was a toss up between paying the gas bill or getting my licence renewed...so needless to say, I chose to be able to take hot showers. Basically, I've been driving with my license expired for over a month now... at least until today. That's right, folks! I went and got my license renewed this morning.

Muahahahaha!!! I am now licensed to drive, so outta my way you simple pedestrians!! >:-[ *shakes angry fist*

Achem, yes. Anyhoo...

The driver's license pic turned out great. 0_0 My eyes were open, I was half-way smiling, and even my hair was in place. What the heck? It must be some kind of fluke; possibly some kind of freak cosmic occurence caused by Venus traversing some (as yet) unheard of planet and otherwise refracting light particles off some swamp gas...but then, I digress. The point is I usually--okay, okay!-- I ALWAYS come out looking like some kind of stoned-out vampire in my DL pics, which I guess isn't too terrible when you take it in context...but it's nice to know that for the next four years I won't have to try and explain a lousy pic whenever I go to flash my license. Woohoo! *dance, dance*

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Bring Me Keys

Last night I cooked supper on time, put Big Z on the net, and sat and waited for hubby to come home from work. I waited, and I waited... Finally, about 8:30 pm, my dad shows up at my door. Needless to say, I was kinda shocked to see him.

When I opened the door, first thing Dad did was hand me a key. I'm like, "What's this?" And he goes about telling me that hubby was still at work, that he called and said that he had locked his keys in his truck--AGAIN--and didn't have the $30 to pay the cops to come out and get it unlocked for him. 0_0

Dad offered to take the key to him in Ruston, but he had just gotten off of work about an hour ago and was tired, so hubster had suggested he bring the key to me. So, I went and got dressed in some jeans, and took off to go bail out my dear hubby. I didn't mind it really. It was nice having some quiet time in the car by myself.

It took a bit longer to get there than expected though. The way I drive, heh, if I hadn't needed to stop for gas, I could have got there in 15 minutes. Unfortunately I did have to stop for gas before leaving town, though. And the only station open along the strip had about 10 cars lined up outside.

When I finally arrived in Ruston, traffic was light--which is good. I made it across town, and pulled into the parking lot... Hubster came walking up looking all guilty, lol. Poor guy! I gave him a kiss, and his key. He said he was hungry, so we drove across the plaza to McDonalds and we ate supper there. Typical me, I ordered the California Cob salad. Ah, food of the Gods...but I digress... :P

It was going on 10 pm when we finally made it home. The supper I'd cooked earlier was cold, and no one touched it. Not even Big Z. Oh well. I guess it's leftovers tonight!

Monday, September 20, 2004

Just Thinking

Today was K's funeral. I heard about his death on Sunday from my mom. She found out about it at church, and relayed the news to the rest of the family. He wasn't really a friend or anything, but rather the son of a couple who I consider friendly "acquaintances". Not so much friends, but they are my parents only neighbors, so we always said our hi's and goodbye's in passing. Hubby and I have visited them a few times, but only when invited, and mostly out of respect for the people, rather than a genuine act of friendship. The S's are a bit odd, not easy to know or truly socialize with, and I prefer to keep my distance from that sort. Anyway, it was their son who died. He was a kind of a disturbing kid, always into trouble over something. He was 17, I think; and notably reckless. A few years ago he was expelled from school for writing up a Columbine style hit list. Then just a few months ago, he stole his sister's brand new Mustang, then took the keys to all his parents vehicles, and left in the middle of the night to pick up his friends. They went out of state partying, stranding his family at home so they couldn't come after him. Truthfully, those aren't even the frightening things he's done since living next to my parents. He used to just appear in my parents yard from time to time. Weird, Michael Meyers shit like that. Gave me the creeps.

I feel sorry for his family's loss, but I can't help feeling a bit relieved that he won't be so close to my parents any more. I used to genuinely worry he might show up in the yard when only my mom was home. She's small and a bit frail, and well, the boy wasn't exactly high on my "to be trusted" list. Combine that with the fact that my parents house is very secluded; it's pushed back in the woods, and I guess it's no wonder I've always been so nervy about it. If something happened to my mom, no one would know about it until my dad came home from work. And it wasn't exactly an impossibility. K had shot arrows at our dogs in the past--dogs couped up in a fence, so to me, there was no telling what he might have done. Whenever dad would have to go out of town to work, I'd always call over at mom's several times a day just to make sure she was safe. It was ridiculous.

Anyway, the story in the papers is that he went to his girlfriend's house and took her car--she wasn't with him, and he did not have a driver's license so the papers are calling it a car theft--then somewhere from point A to point B, he slammed the car into a tree. It was a mess. I understand the funeral was closed-casket.

Regardless of the past, I plan to light a candle for him in remembrance tonight, and murmur a prayer for him.

Saturday, September 18, 2004

Mojo Madness

Today I was going through the closet and found an old Mojo shirt. 0_0 Those things were soooo popular in the late 80s, early 90s... I can't believe I forgot I had this one! It's long sleeved, black, with those weirded out graphics on the front and back. Surprisingly, it's in excellent shape. I'm pretty rough for wear when it comes to T shirts. Anyway, seeing this shirt made me remember my fave Mojo shirt from '89! It was white with an artsy looking filigree pattern on the front--the design was of a vine swing, with a fat humpty-dumpty type king sitting in it, and these skeletons dancing around. On the back, was a poem, with bones surrounding it... and OMG if I didn't actually remember the poem! *faints*

"Fiddle dee dee," said the fat old king/ "Why won't you let me off this swing?"/ Then came the answer/ from a skeleton dancer/ "Because your doom is a delicious thing!"

Oh, man... I miss that shirt. 0_0 I wonder what happened to it? I hope I still have it somewhere. I'll have to tear the house apart and find out if it's still around. I suddenly wants to weeeaaar it... :P

Thursday, September 16, 2004

You've Got Mail

Seems like I'm a popular girl today! I have had no less than 10 phone calls! Ali called me first thing this AM. She has finally learned how to use email--Yay! She was calling to make up for missing our chat session a few days ago. We had about 20 minutes on the phone before she had to leave for work.

But that wasn't all! Oh, no, indeed! I got a letter from... can you guess? I'll give a hint: it's an old friend from grade school. She's like a sister. Well...any more guesses? *builds suspence* It was from L**A! *faints* I have not heard from that girl in 2 years! Okay, so I get Christmas cards from her, but that doesn't exactly count. ;-) She and Mike just built a new house and moved in. She has graduated now, and has a degree in business. I'm soooo proud of her! I'm still not an auntie yet. But maybe soon. :-) The rest of her family has had some tough times though--divorce, etc. and I'm sad to hear it. But it was just so nice to hear from her!

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Promotion!

It's official. Hubby is getting the assistant manager's position at the new store. The store is set to open October 19th. I'm hoping this is good. In the meantime, I'm just happy that he's looking forward to being one step closer to where he wants to be.

Monday, September 13, 2004

The BS Politics of Retail

Hubby worked at the Ruston store yesterday. One of the managers had let the store go to seed, so the district manager had several people from other stores within the district basically go in to bail out this man's store. Hubby was one of these poor unfortunates. However, we thought it might be a good thing after all, because the district manager would be there and he'd have a chance to have a one on one talk with her. Earlier this year, Hubby was offered a manager's position, his choice of three stores. So, since he was going to help this guy reset his store, it was agreed that when he got there, he should talk to the DM, and tell her which one of the stores he had decided he wanted to manage.

So it happened. He told her, and yet her response yesterday was that she was wanting him to take an assistant manager's position instead--starting in October. Oh my God, but that pisses me off! I can only imagine how miffed hubby must be. Donna's reasoning was to give him more time to learn management! *flames* Dur hur! Hubby just had to bail out one of her learned managers! And the jackass is still 6 months behind in his paper work! If hubby had not gone in, that man would have been fired. And he is not qualified yet for the manager's position already offered to him? WTF?!

In other words, the DM gave the store hubby wanted to someone else... one of her little compatriots! --a friend of hers, who had been wanting the local store for a while, but who had been thus far, unable to cut anyone's throat in order to get it. How's that for politics?

All I can say is I wish quick karma on this lot. At the moment, I can't think of anyone else more deserving of it!

Sunday, September 12, 2004

Digi Cam Doggies


Got the DigiCam back up and working. Woohoo! I was checking it out earlier and noticed I had some pictures on it from before it went all nutty on me. This cute one of Lil Bit and Daisy napping was on there. :-)

My sweetie girls!

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Gab Fest

Got a surprise phone call from Ali today! Woohoo! She was calling to wish me a late happy birthday, and to tell me lil sis finally got her a beau. :) His name is Ben, and he's a bit older than Char, 31 to her 26, but apparently they are doing well together. He's the quiet type, as I understand it, but maybe that will balance out Char's boisterous side. I hope the best for her!Anyway, Ali and I talked for about an hour, mostly about how I'm liking being 29, and about a recent camping trip she and Jason took Sandra on. While camping, Jason ran his dirt bike into the side of a hill (???) and ended up with a "bent" rib. Yes, bent. It hurts just like a broken rib, only the doctor told him there was nothing they could do for it. Boy, that sucks!

As for my day, I finally found and ordered a copy of Stobie Piel's Lord of the Dark Sun. I can't wait til it arrives! Ah, alien barbarians... can it possibly get any better than that? ^_^

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Something To Ponder

Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared. --Buddha

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Hmm. I like that.

Pass the Candy Corn

I am so ready for Halloween! I went into the store a few days ago, and they were putting out all these decorations and candy for the holidays. *drool* I couldn't resist scratching around to see what they're putting out this year. I'm already planning to send Batty some of the fruity tootsie roll chews. Those vanilla ones are so evil... They had a lot of little bat things too, so I'll probably pick up a few of those to ship off to Australia too. Hmm...

Yesterday I talked to a really nice lady named Barbara. She's a PNR writer too, and has come across some of the same obstacles as I have. Talking to her has been good for me; I needed a bit of a boost after the great Gerry W. critique incident. (What a harpie!) Anyway, Barbara had some great motivational speech on her site--stuff I could relate to from personal experience. It's nice to know I'm not the only one who has come across the *achem* a..l-retentive editor. :P

Friday, September 03, 2004

My Second Childhood



I recently turned 29. Since this is officially the last year of my 20s, I think I've hit a sort of pre-midlife crisis that has led to radical hair dyeing, weightloss, and uncontrollable urges to buy outrageous clothes and to oversex my husband until he runs at the sight of me. That said, I still can't quite figure out why I've decided to admit to any of these bizarre incidents, but... oh, hell. Why not? I can't say for sure how long I will keep up this madness, anyway. Maybe I can look back on all this one day and laugh.