I really want to go around the corner and get some ice for the ice bucket, because it tastes SOOO much better than the water from the bathroom sink, but after watching P2 and also Criminal Minds I would much rather just sit in my room with all the lights on and the door heavily locked.

So I continue to drink my bathroom sink water.

So this morning I checked the checking account balance, because what with all the school clothes shopping for the kids I had a feeling I was close to 0 in that account.

Yes, I was below zero, and had SEVEN $34 overdraft fees.

So I call Wells Fargo to find out how I can have SEVEN $34 overdraft fees when my savings account has five digits of cash in it.

Well that's because when they switched me to that Super Special Account when I deposited all the money, that account they told me would have the same account number so I wouldn't have to worry about all my bills that automatically come out of my account which was a big fat LIE because they DID change the number and I got calls every day for a month about my card being declined...

Well, when they switched me to that Super Special Account, I didn't request to have overdraft protection.

What the FUCK kind of shit is that, I asked.

"Well. You have to ASK for overdraft protection if you want it."

"I had it PREVIOUSLY. I didn't know I had to ask for it when you switched me to the Super Special Account. Was I also supposed to request that I receive interest on my Savings? Is that also an option you give?"

"Well. We can't decide what you want us to do with your money. We don't know that you want us to transfer funds if you don't tell us to."

Me: So you are telling me that Wells Fargo thinks that I would rather pay you almost $250 in fees instead of transfering $125 from a savings account that has tens of thousands of dollars in it? Money that I gave to YOU to hold on to? Does that make sense to you?

Him: Um. Well, no. But ma'am...

It went on. I got put on hold. Then he came back and told me I WAS GOING TO RECEIVE FIVE MORE OVERDRAFT FEES THIS EVENING. All for little $5 and $7 debit card charges at Starbucks and McDonalds. I started to have a stinking fit on the phone so I got put on hold again. He came back and said they were going to take off 6 of the 7 fees (but I was still going to receive the five others) and he would sign me up for overdraft protection right now. Big fat lot of good that does me.

I haven't had to deal with stupid shit from WF in a long time, but they always come up with something. I think it's very funny that I had overdraft protection on my account when I had a continuing balance of zero dollars, but the minute I actually give them a good deal of my money all of a sudden I have no overdraft protection. As soon as I have a chance I'll be going inside the bank to get the rest of those charges taken off. But there's not much else I can do - I've had the Wells Fargo account for 20 years - it would be a huge pain in the ass to switch banks, and they know it.

Dear Ants that have invaded my bathroom:

Get the hell out by morning.

Thanks.

Love,
Pischina

I woke up this morning feeling like I wrote my entries last night while hot, tired and all fuzzed up on allergy medication. Although I already have comments that show ya'll did understand me, I wanted to clarify it just a little.

Companies seem to want to blur the line between family and work. I completely understand that if you want to climb the ladder you must put in extra time with the higher-ups. But if you are a lower-down you should not be made to feel antisocial because you don't want to hang out with other lower-downs outside of work. And again: I am antisocial. And I don't like everyone I work with. But the sole reason I don't want to participate is because I would rather be at home with my family than anyone at work. My family is my family, my work is where I work my ass off to get paid.

Sometimes, at my particular company, it seems like more emphasis is placed on participating in activities than in how good a job you do. And my boss will know what I'm talking about here. There are a few workers in my area of the office who in no stretch of the imagination are working their asses off. But they participate in the funtime activities. So they are good workers because they participate.

Now, I'm not being punished for anything, so again I'm not speaking specifically about me, I just don't get the logic. And I don't get the logic of the workers who follow along with this idea that the company is their family. Do these people not have friends or family outside of work? A hobby maybe??

So that's it. I see the commenters do get it, I guess I'm just afraid Ms.Boss is going to read it and freak out that I'm complaining, but I just wanted to write it out and see if others understand the logic. Because here's the thing:

When I leave the company (when most people leave the company), the company is not going to hear from me again and they will not miss me in a year. If something happens to a family member and I didn't spend all the time I could with that person, I will never forget that. Work is where you work your ass off and you should get rewarded for THAT. Family is the people you love and want to spend time with. That line really should not be blurred and no one at work should be made to feel like an outsider because they just want to work their asses off so they can spend time with their family.

The end.
:-D

Every one of my Fall classes are now WaitListed. I'm so glad I'm enrolled in each one. 14 units; 1 unit less than last semester. I'm already concerned that it's too much. I have 5 units of Spanish which will take up half my time if it's like previous classes. And then 9 units of English, and that's a whole lot of reading. I'm going to have to buckle down and make sure I get the reading done.

I ordered my books - almost $400 for only three of the classes, EEERGH. My Ovid class should not have too many books though, so hopefully there won't be too much more money to be spent.

I watched Big Brother last night (we taped it). I had seen the contestants and was worried that BB was sliding further into Real World territory: put a bunch of college punks into the house and watch them all get drunk and trade beds. But I thought the people were pretty interesting - not all likeable, but interesting. One note: I felt really sorry for Danielle last night and thought her dad seemed like a real Dick. But according to the feedsters today Dick has completely redeemed himself and is the favorite in the house by a mile. Interesting. Yayyy for a good season!

It's getting warmer but I'm still comfortable with the fan on low. Waiting for the last load of laundry to come out of the drier. Then pack up and go. I'm feeling very lazy right now, but it will be cool in Aptos and I definitely want to beat the traffic.

Phoebe spent some time napping on my lap this morning and getting scratches from me. It was sweet. Now she is still napping on the chair where I was sitting. She's my little fluff muffin.

Every year I hate the 4th of July more. Fireworks are so very illegal here, even sparklers, everything. How in the world does everyone and their grandmother manage to get professional fireworks AND manage to shoot them off for hours in their back yards without having a knock on the door by the cops? The cats are freaked and *I'm* freaked. People whose houses have already burned down once tend to run out and check their roofs for flames every ten minutes or so when they hear bombs going off over their homes. Blah!

Today didn't go that well, but it wasn't horrible or anything.
~Burned my hand with hot oil making french toast this morning - nice bubble on my thumb now.
~Missed my gym time so I could attend a work phone call that was canceled without telling anyone in my office - felt like I lost a gym session, had my entire morning wasted, and not happy that no one thought to tell me or my co-worker. This post not directed at any work people who read this, just venting because those ten minutes on hold actually wasted four hours of my morning. JUST VENTING.
~Went to work, the report I need to DO my work STILL isn't printing correctly, and for the umpteenth week in a row it looks like I'll get it three days late.
~A certain manager at work believes it is okay to pound a beach ball back and forth IN THE OFFICE, hitting it against ceiling tiles, and yelling like she's partying at the beach. I don't understand this. She slammed it into several cubes whose owners happened to not be there. When one cubicle dweller returned, she was surprised to see a cup of water on her desk was knocked over and spilled. Stupid Manager sat there quiet as a mouse and never admitted what she did. I (with the help of my co-conspirator) stole one of the beachballs and brought it home where it can be played with in the back yard where it belongs. I set my co-conspirator on a mission to shred the other when everyone left.
~But then Buffy surprised me by saying she was at her dad's house typing out her notes for her science test tomorrow.
~And then came home and did all her chores as soon as she entered the house. Am bracing myself for the story behind all that.
~Phoebe's progress has halted. She does not jump higher than a chair and isn't as spunky as she used to be. Also shows possible brain damage in some minor ways, but only in ways that make me laugh. But I hope she does regain her spunk.
~Tried to start reading Shakespeare's "Troilus and Cressida" for my research paper and discover that I hate it just as much as I remember - I don't know how I'm going to finish it, it makes me crazy.
~Spike went on a dinner date with a very nice girl he has known for years. Took her to Pasta Pomodoro, paid for their dinners himself, then took her to Starbucks where he taught her to play poker. Sounds like a lovely date to me!
~Oh, also, he quit his gelato job because he was hired as a lifeguard at Raging Waters! For more pay! And much better hours!
~Looking forward to swimming at the pool tomorrow morning. It's become something I really look forward to.

See? Good and Bad, and nothing traumatic. Tomorrow I get to swim, the work phone call is scheduled later in the day, my work report has finally been run correctly tonight, hopefully the beachballs will all be dead, and hopefully Buffy continues on - dare I say it - the correct path.

And now I go to bed.

In case anyone wants to try some out, here is what I listen to - most are available on websites, but I get them from iTunes so I don't know their web addresses:

Answer Bitch
Around 20 minutes of Hollywood gossip
Hollywood Party Girl Podcast
Around 20 minutes of good natured Hollywood party gossip
People.com: This week's buzz
3-5 minutes of headliners
Scene Unseen Movie Reviews
One of my Favorites!!! I love Chris and Jimmy movie reviews! Around 30 - 45 minutes.
Survivor Podcast
Not just Survivor, they talk about lots of reality TV shows - one of my favorites. About an hour.
That's what she said -- the Office
My favorite podcast about The Office. Usually about an hour.
The Channel Surfers
They talk about reality TV but have really gone downhill since adding a girl commentator. I can't say I recommend it anymore, but you can give it a try.
The Daily 10's Hollywood Rap-up Podcast (Video)
2 minutes of pretty good rap about hollywood headlines.
The Office Alliance Podcast - An Office Podcast
An hour of talk about The Office. All girl, so it's heavy on estrogen, but they are pretty good.
TV Guide Talk
An hour of talk about the week's television shows.

So yesterday I needed to buy some shampoo and the drugstore had ABBA Shampoo on sale, so that's what I bought.

This morning I used it and wondered "Why am I having visions of the dentist in the shower?"

And then realized it was the shampoo... it smelled like mint toothpaste...

Only really REALLY minty, like mediciny minty...

Like mouthwash.

So whatever, I held my breath and rinsed.

But now all day every time I shake my head I smell that horrible minty smell from the dentist. It's like that minty smell they use to cover up the really bad smell of the stuff they clean your teeth with.

It's NASTY. And my hair SMELLS like it!!!!! And even on sale, that stuff wasn't cheap!

11:15pm
You would think that since I need to be up by 6am and working all the way until the minute I have to leave in a taxi with Scott to the airport that I would be in my room packing right now.

But then I would think that you probably don't know me very well.

Love,
Ms. Procrastination

Live goes onnnnn Oh!

The maid supervisor who came to my house last week to quote the price just called me to say that the maids that came to clean said the house wasn't ready to be cleaned, that there were too many boxes everywhere and no one would notice they had cleaned, and they wanted to CANCEL.

I told her NO, they can clean what they can clean, there is PLENTY available to clean (for instance, both bathrooms, the kitchen, the hallway and my bedroom are empty), and she said okay and then made a big deal about how she was doing us a favor and would have to reschedule other people's home cleanings.

A. This lady came to my house herself last week and looked in every single room and then sat her very very large ass in my kitchen chair and wrote out a quote for me. Not only did she see the entire house, but we even moved MORE boxes since she came last week.

B. The only rooms that have piles of books and boxes in them are the family room and living room, and even those rooms have plenty of room to clean the majority. There is nothing wrong with: the entry-way, kitchen, dining room, my bedroom, hallway, hall bathroom and master bathroom.

If they have to reschedule other homes, that is their problem. The supervisor saw my house last week and gave me a quote and scheduled them for today. The house is 50% emptier than when she saw it. Those maids better clean what they can get to for the price that I was quoted and signed for.

To be clear: The supervisor obviously didn't clean houses, as she was just too large to clean houses for a living. And I personally thought the quote was very low, and felt bad for the maids that would be sent over. But underquoting is not my problem if she came to my house herself, looked at everything, and told me what it would cost. Now it's HER problem, and no, I don't feel bad.

This Sunday would have been my 18th Wedding Anniversary. Which I find completely ridiculous because first of all, it means I have spent the last 21 years of my life dealing with that guy, and also, how could I possibly be old enough to have an 18th Wedding Anniversary coming up???

blah blah rain rain rain too much to do blah rain blah sell mother's house do her taxes clean my house rain rain rain rain rain blah blah blah.

In the middle of midterms so I don't have time to write in the next few days. But here is a nutshell:

Drove the car all over and it's great and has thumbs up approval from the kids' friends who say "This is the coolest car EVER!"
Moved furniture out of my mother's house using the new car, and it holds a LOT.
Ordered Direct TV to be installed Wednesday morning.
Went to OSH and bought new gardening tools for Spike so his job is easier, and some birdbaths that are the cutest things EVER.
Bought Spike some very nice clothes and he is happy.
Both kids got haircuts at two different places and both of them hate them.
Turned in my test for Stone Butch Blues and got a 100% (approximately 2 minutes after finally finishing the book)
Now I have an essay due on the book by 11:55pm today. No, I have not started yet.
Another essay due Thursday - I have no idea even what it's supposed to be about yet.
Very important decision I'm debating:
Considering working part time when I hit University so I can finish degree in 3 years. There are many pros to this, and only one con: The money in the bank will lose value if I don't put it into a house right away. But the pros sort of outweigh this. We will see. I'll explain more later.

And finally:

Everyone go rent Everything is Illuminated right now.
Highly. Recommend.

So I just accomplished quite a lot from my to-do list.

Called and rented a dumpster for this weekend, $296
Informed Spike that he will have to work this weekend
Called and left message with the lady who does my taxes
Called and made appointment for today at my auto insurance place
Called and made counseling appointment at school - and spoke to one of the rudest ladies EVER
Called and left message with the real estate agent - and almost started crying I was so upset by above rude lady combined with knowing I was calling to sell my parents' house.

If I can get through this week of preparation for my sister, and then get through next week while my sister is here, then it will be clear sailing after that. If she gets her shit out, I won't have to speak to her again.

I just have to look on the bright side, right? In less than two weeks I won't have to remember I ever had a sister.

Went to the high school yesterday to register Buffy for next year, and if you remember two years ago when I registered Spike, it required the collection and presentation of the following documents:

Drivers License
PGE Bill
An additional bill with address
DMV registration
Taxes with W2
Signed letter from landlord
School transcripts
Birth Certificate
Immunization records

We were given two days to collect all this information. Anyone who has all this info at this very moment without having to run around town and/or get things faxed, raise your hand.

So the hours of registration were 3pm to 7:30pm. We arrived at 6pm. There were people in line who had taken off work early and had been waiting since 4:30.

At 6:30 they informed everyone still in line that they had run out of time, the doors were closing, and we could come back next week at 3pm.

I wasn't that upset for myself because I hadn't been able to collect every document and we'd only been in line for 1/2 hour. But I did miss my planned day at the gym. And several other parents who had taken time off work and had been there for two hours were irate.

And they should be. Supposedly the best school in the district, this school consistently pisses me off, is always disorganized and never returns phone calls. This just makes me really mad.

There is nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing to talk about.
All there is is me here not doing an essay that is due tomorrow.
The fewer classes I have, the less work I do.

I swam 50 laps Saturday, first swimmer finished and the sun even came out.

Cinequest starts Wednesday - must find babysitter for Buffy that evening as she's not coming to that movie.
Oh, the movie is "Thank you for Smoking" and I think it's going to be good. And PARTY after!!!

Really really need a haircut. This is what happens when I actually get it styled for the first time in... well, since before the kids were born? And now it's growing out and the barrettes are back in and I need it cut.

Saw Freaky Friday last week, with Lindsay Lohan - that was pretty good, eh?
Tried LA Confidential again, I love Guy Pearce, but still can't get into the movie.
Loved Priscilla, Queen of the Dessert.
Loved Connie and Carla.
Loved Muriel's Wedding
"Drawn Together" was okay, but I can only take so much of that.
Liked Bridget Jones' Diary - liked Hugh Grant even more.

Trying to slog through Orlando by Virginia Woolf for school. Cheated and bought the audio book. But no time to listen at the moment because... I'm supposed to be writing about Rubyfruit Jungle or Funny Boy. But I'm writing here instead.

Just warming up the fingers.

You know, my kids each have a friend who would have turned out so much better if their mothers/fathers/anyone had cared anything about them. Both are very beautiful people, both are reasonably intelligent - but both are probably lost to the world.

I like the Pink video for Stupid Girls.

Spike wants to go to CCOC next year - the Occupational Center. To study animation. Arrgh.

And now I must write.

Today I have the day off.

At 10:30 I will be taking a midterm in English Lit on old english poets whose poetry I actually like but HATE to study.

But then later I get to go to the gym - three days in a row with Swimming even the day before that.

And I have lost seven pounds!

Well I did manage to accomplish some things.

I finished Color of Magic.

I watched Wilde - which I didn't like or at least I fell asleep and didn't care to bother with the end.

I watched the Worst of American Idol which was okay but got tiring without some good singing to break it up.

Went to church.

Went to the gym both days.

Bought lots of Weight Watchers cookbooks and vegetarian magazines - because I love those.

Finished my biography homepage for one of my internet classes.

Spoke with the professor of my English Lit class who is going to let me take it online even though it's an in-class class.

Whew. I didn't manage to clean up anything, but that is quite an impressive list, eh?

So I have decided, at 12:30 AM, that this weekend my goal will be to finish one of my Terry Pratchett books (Color of Magic), come close to finishing another(Good Omens), go to the gym, and watch as much "Worst of American Idol" as I can.

Basically, be a bum.

Oh, and Dukes of Hazzard did indeed suck. But I had to know for myself.
Jessica Simpson... just... No.
And hey Jessica, Johnny Knoxville looks JUST LIKE your husband so why bother...
What, I'm trying to convince her to stay with poor Nick? Nick, pack your bags and run like hell and be happy you got out when you did. Marry a nice girl and have a good life. Be thankful.
Love,
A Longtime Jessica Hater

Oh yeah, my most important goal this weekend is to sleep in as long as possible tomorrow morning since it will be the last day I have to sleep in until June. A week from today I'll be in a FREAKING SWIMMING POOL, in FEBRUARY, at 7am. I'm a lunatic.

But I'm a lunatic who got an A in Statistics.

Okay, I don't feel sick this morning! Yayyyy!

oh, but could someone hand Itsy a towel please, she's dripping all over...

I need a nap.

And so then Mother Nature said: "You shall start your period.... Now."

Dammit.

I was feeling kind of "off" today, per the post below, and I just realize now that I'm due for my period tomorrow, so that may be why. And why I'm so godawful bloated today - jeeeez, I'll be glad for the period to hit just to get rid of this stomache. And I was planning to go to the gym today, but I'm just wiped out, and now I think this is probably why. So once a month we can slack off cuz we're not feeling good, right? So I'm not going to the gym and I'm going to go home and watch Entourage, or maybe Survivor All-Stars (because why not watch how Amber and Rob fell in love all over again, right Mocksie? ;-) ) and maybe eat some chinese food for dinner, and I'm not going to feel guilty because once a month this is okay.

And then I'll also practice not starting every sentence I type with "So" or "and". But that probably won't take effect. Or affect. Whatever.

Bring on the slacker evening!

(Charleen's comment on Mocksie's comment about my love for Rob: "Does she not know those are the guys you ALWAYS go for???" Heee.) (P.S. Scott is definitely NOT a Rob type though. More of a Keanu Reeves / Sting type. He would hate Rob but he doesn't watch Reality TV, heh. Wierdo.)

Contrary to my journal entry it IS raining pretty hard here today - actually though, it's maybe the third day it's rained this winter. Anyway -

HOLY CRAP you should have seen the lightening that just flashed, and then the humongously long and loud thunger that came after. The bird and I both jumped.

In other news, went to the gym, rode 7 miles on the bike, and lifted 36000 pounds. Go me!!!

I generally feel like crap today but nothing I can put my finger on except that my head has been really muddled and I can't seem to keep a phone conversation going here at work...

I won't be surprised at all if I wake up in the morning with a full blown cold or flu, because wow am I out of it right now.

I know I was posting very excitedly here for a while, and then my birthday came and things kind of fell apart, and so I've just been quiet here while I try to get my head back in order.

The good news is, after a carefully worded email to my sister, I convinced her to sign the bond waiver for the estate. This lifts so much pressure off me I truly feel like a new person. That was a weight I could barely take, and it's finally gone. So from here on, as soon as I get her signature on that waiver, this whole process should flow very smoothly.

The bond is to protect the estate in case I decide to embezzle from it as Administrator. I have no intention of embezzling from my mother's estate. And in fact, I would have bought the bond myself if it only cost $500, because I thought it would help calm my sister down and in addition allow things to move smoothly. But it costs $2,200, paid up front, and I don't have that and I knew she didn't have that... but the main thing we (my aunt and I) were worried about was that she would refuse to sign the bond because she didn't want me to be administrator. She doesn't understand that it's a lot easier for me to be administrator since I am here, in state and in the same city, thus allowing me to do what needs to be done, as opposed to she who lives in another state entirely.

Anyway, she wants to sign the waiver. So things should be over in a year.

I'm going to Aptos this weekend. I will be writing essays the entire time I am there. Two for English and one for Communications. Then I have to do 2 chapters for Algebra. And then I will be caught up.

I am dropping Spanish. I will never be caught up if I don't drop it. I don't need it for graduation, I can take this semester next semester instead, and then take the second semester at the University. So I don't need it and it's gone. Pressure off, homework will be done.

I got a 95 on my English midterm, taken the day before my mother died.

I am going to get my work done now. You all have good weekends!

Off I go to Spanish to try and catch up, then it's off to Aptos for a birthday celebration/big break/forget about things/time to feel loved weekend, and then Sunday back to my mom's house to pack stuff up.

Last night the crazy aunt (who you have not heard about yet) offered, no, demanded, to pay for the rest of my education. We'll see. I don't know if I'm going to accept that.

You all have a fantastic weekend!

Okay I updated with an actual not-sad pretty good update.

None of ya'll are updating and it's making me mad.

I'm going to be 39 on Tuesday.

For the first time, I have no intention of voting this election. I just don't care.

I have to write a 1000 word essay on Beowulf this evening.

I don't want to.

I have finished watching Season Two of "The L Word" and Season Four of "Six Feet Under".

I'm totally in love with Shane, from above.

I'm also totally in love with Mark, from above.

"OH BALOOLOOOLOOOLOOOLOOOLOOLOOLOOOLOOOOOOOOO" says the Pakistani guy next to me.

I don't feel old, except when I'm sitting in the Prius trying to figure out how to turn it on. Or work the windshield wipers.

Buffy was a really adorable witch ballerina on Halloween, but my crappy phone/camera won't email the photos. I don't know why not.

I hooked Three65Pics back up, I haven't regenerated all the photos yet, but there are lots that I have. But I started at the very beginning, most of the middle ones are not showing yet.

Looking at those pictures reminded me what crappy photos the camera phone takes (it's just more convenient) so I really must get my digital camera back working again.

I think I may bring my Mom with me to work every day. Is that crazy? Yeah, I thought so too. But I like having her here, and you know what? If I want to, I will.

I'm not sure what my mother would have to say about that.

I have to buy Thank You Notes.

I don't want to see the probate attorney next week.

If I could figure out the Prius, I just may want to keep it.

But probably not.

Click the link to read the outrageousness of living in Silicon Valley:

It is very possible that I will receive $200,000 from the estate, after all the taxes and lawyer fees, etc. So I looked up the MLS Listings on some Condos around here. The teeny tiny 1100 sq.foot condos by my house go for $575,000. The 1300 sq.foot condos down the street go for $635,000. If I put $200,000 down on one, with a thirty year loan I'll still be paying about $2,500 a month.

I cannot afford $2,500 a month. And I sure as HELL am not going to pay $2,500 a month for a condo the size of an apartment. That's the REAL point. That $635,000 is CRAZY INSANE for a 1300 sq.foot 3/2 condo. That's not even cute.

I will possibly inherit $200,000 and I cannot even buy a CONDO.

And finally, I turn 39 in nine or so days.
I'm going to try to make that a happy day, and not "the first birthday without any mom or dad". But it is still nice to know that this is the year I will get my first college diploma, and I will not yet be 40. That was my goal, and my mom was proud, and I'm just going to keep that in mind.

Jessica Biel declared Sexiest Woman Alive!

Huh- What??

Over Angelina Jolie? Jessica Alba even??
Jessica Biel has herself some good publicists, yes she does.

I thought it odd that the journal suddenly had almost 300 page views Sunday, so I looked at the referrers to see if there was a clue...

And oh yeah, people have been looking up the swim team name... Ugh... I'm not sure why I haven't deleted any references to that name, I certainly know better... Oh well.

Next time you turn the sprinklers on when you come home from work, set the timer so you don't discover a swamp in your front yard three hours later.

Aargh.

If anyone would like to buy me this wonderful non-breakable, environmentaly friendly mower, I would really really appreciate it. My neighbors would appreciate it too. And look, it's on sale! And free shipping!

Got more bad financial news today, one step forward, ten steps backward, but whatever.

Scott is asleep sitting up in the chair next to me, I wish I had my camera handy...

Tomorrow I go to the dentist to get that permanent bridge put in... I'm sure it will involve lots of waiting, and lots of time, but hopefully no more shots. I'm not really too hopeful though, but I cannot wait to get the permanent bridge in, I hope it fits in real well, and I hope it allows me to eat without worrying this temporary thing will break.

Thursday evening I will be back in Science lab, taking my first chapter test...

And then FRIDAY! And the WEEKEND! Hurray!

So I got up extra early this morning to deal with the Jeep. Buffy and I walked the one mile to the shopping center for every meal over the weekend, totalling up six miles walked. I'm so glad it was sunny and not raining this weekend. We even bought a big-ole-bag of bird seed that Buffy was SO SURE she could get home, but then whined the whole way, carrying the bag on her head part of the way, heee. But she did get it home and the little birdies were fed.

Okay, so anyway, I got up at 5am. This is so I can either:

1. Go out to the car 1/2 hour early and try to start it up, see that it won't work, come back in the house and call a taxi to take me to work.

2. Go out to the car, decide it just might make it to work, get stranded halfway there and then call a taxi to take me to work.

Girls and boys, if you know me at all you know I'll be driving that sucker until it breathes it's last breath.

Then I have to hope the car shop on the corner of work will be open today. Then I walk over at 9am when it opens, tell them to get a tow truck over to the Jeep and fix it pronto, and bitch slap Henry the car man who I already brought the Jeep into three weeks ago and TOLD HIM something was wrong with it and he told me there was NOTHING wrong with it and to come pick it up.

Bastard.

I knew this was his plan, to force me to keep driving it until it completely broke. There I was, for the first time ever in my life, taking the car in at the first sign of something wrong so that it could be fixed before it turned into something major, and Henry just blew that plan all to bits. Now the Jeep engine is almost blown all to bits. Damn Henry!

Okay, rant over. I must get ready so I can be on my way.

If any readers in San Jose have an ark, could you please pick me up on the way to work today?

I just realized I know even know where my digital camera is.
Heh.

$384 in towing and taxi fees, and a new starter for the jeep.

I think the next student loan will go to buy a new car.

:-)

Still here...
Got an 89% on my History midterm - Yay! That is an A in that class (87% and above). Oceanography midterm this Saturday morning... finished my oceanography report... finished my postings for American Literature, "Bartleby the Scrivener"... thinking of my next thesis for that class... and Critical Thinking is going well, but we have to listen to Rush Limbaugh and Al Franken on the radio, then write an essay on fallacies... busy busy busy...

Work is going GREAT, now that the monster is gone. I'm mad that she ended up robbing me of the chance to see her go down in flames... but what's important is that she's gone and never ever coming back... and all us Accounting girls are happy... found out she was making 2-1/2 times what I make... that's fine if she EARNED it... mentally ill is what she is...

Hmmmm.... my comments aren't working... well, it seems people have left me comments, but I can't get to them, maybe it's just my computer...?

OH, just remembered the "Jamba Juice at Parent Teacher Conference" story that I have to tell you about, starring Buffy. I'll write about that in the diary later. Must get the camera drivers reinstalled so I can post pictures again, ya'll won't believe it when you see Spike and Buffy...

I love my Scott so much... he brought me dark chocolate covered orange thingies today... with REAL dark chocolate... SOOO goooood.... I love him to pieces, I do I do!

Went online and found the classes I need to finish my BA after I'm done with this Junior College stuff... should take 2-3 more years (after I'm done here...)... which means I'll graduate Junior College in Spring 2006 and have my BA around Spring 2008-2009... Teaching by Fall 2010. That sounds like a very very long time... but I am flying through my classes and maybe I'll even be able to teach by Fall 2009.

Oh yeah, at Parent Teacher conferences one of Buffy's teachers claimed I was a "Young mom!" I disagreed, but hey, she scored points with me!

Okay, bed time for Pischina.

Okay, no more writing, typing or deleting for a little while. I think I'll go watch Gigli and get my mind of this mess.

It's just not right to have absolutely no chocolate in the whole entire house.

You all agree, don't you??

Nah, I think either MovableType is just going whacky right now, or my computer is. I'm voting for MovableType (then it would be Not my problem, heh).

Anyway...

Um, I forgot what I came here to say.

Nevermind.

I really should be doing something useful

So... Didn't there used to be a little button on my MovableType screen to let me add a link? And bold and italic and stuff? Or is it my imagination?

Like you guys have ever seen my MovableType screen, haha. Anyway, I think something's missing here.

Oh yeah. I'm reminding ya'll that in less than 3 weeks I turn 38. So get ready to give out the Lovin's, kay? At least, I *think* I'm turning 38. I may be turning 39. I'm not sure. It does get hard to keep track after awhile, let me tell you.

I was so sick I had to come home from work. I waited and waited for the new trainee girl to come in so I could show her something to do while I was gone, but by noon she was still not to be found. I went home and crashed out on the bed.
Then the Alias Season 3 Disc 1 arrived from Netflix so I got up to watch the first episode, you know, the one where Sydney wakes up and tries to discover what happened to her the last 3 years. The interesting thing is some parts say she was gone 2 years, some say 3 years. This bothers me and someone should have caught that before. Sick people shouldn't have to sit there wondering what the heck is going on, was it 2 years or was it 3 years???
I am just typing the drugs off. I am so sick I may have to go to the doctor, because come on, we're going on at least 7 days of sickness now and today is the worst. Also, I think I have blood in my urine, but I'm not sure.

I know, I know, that's not good. If it keeps on keeping on I will call the doctor. Right now though I cannot think straight due to the fuzzy mind and the essay due at midnigh tonight.

It's time to go lay down again.

One last thing... It can stop raining now.

I was thinking this morning as Scott drove us to work and it was pouring cats and dogs for like, the third day this winter (it rains, just not heavily), and listening to the radio about how HORRIBLE the weather is, and I just thought about how we are such WHINERS in California. One horrid raining day and we're all BooHoo, when Montana is probably up to their hips in snow.

Or maybe not, I don't know Montana weather, haha, but whiner or not, it was horribly wet today.

And windy. Horrid wind.

I hate the wind more than anything, but I'll write about that another time.

Oh yeah, Scott and I got into a Really Really For Real Argument on Saturday - first time ever, about, of all things, Janet Jackson's boob.

And so I decided to bring up more of my opinion last night at dinner, which pretty much proved my point and gave me a win for the argument, and I don't think Scott took it well. Heh.

He'll live.

:-)

Why would someone pay money to see the Hilton sex tape when you can see it on the internet for free any time you wish??

Thanks to some help from Kim I have started listing things on eBay again. I can almost guarantee nothing will be of interest to ya'll (it will be mostly comics) but you can look for stuff under "Pischina" if you want. I have not advanced enough to link to my list yet, haha.
Just wish me luck, that's all!

I am feeling a little bit better and the snot is clear and watery. Hurray!

heheheh

And tomorrow I drive to Aptos. I am really looking forward to this weekend with my Honey Bunny.

How long is this cold

How long is this cold going to last???
I've been sick since Sunday afternoon, I've never had a cold last this long before!
At least I got a good night sleep finally, I couldn't hardly breathe the night before. But the snot is getting thicker and yellower every day - gross, huh!
I'm not sick enough to miss work, just sick enough to be miserable.
I'm tired of this!

My cold is worse today. Blah.

The cold has finally caught up with me. I will talk again when I feel better.

I'm back from Aptos and NO I'm not engaged yet!
Just wanted to cut that off NOW since I've been bombarded by the question in Real Life already.
But I am still very very happy.

Oops

Darn! I just realized it's my ex-husband's birthday today and I totally missed it.
As if.

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