*I am an instagramaholic. I love it. I go on it ten times more than I do facebook even. I hardly ever go on facebook. Okay that is a lie, I do daily. But maybe just once. Instagram all freaking day. Majority of the people I follow on there/follow me on there are complete strangers...so it is fun to get in on peoples fun adventurous lives! You could say I vicariously live through them hahaha! And I kinda like it because I can post a crap ton of pictures and not give a shit cuz the people I don't really even know...whereas facebook I have family etc etc. Not that I should even care??? Whateves.
*So the other day my mother and I went furniture shopping. She used to work at the facility that I do as of current but got a new job in the Twin Cities. Being as she is working in the Twin Cities she wanted to live closer. I told her she really needed to get on getting her house on the market because it would take awhile to sell with things being how they are in the economy etc etc. She was hesitant at first because she needed to still find a place to live but I assured her she would have plenty of time to look. She puts her house on the market. It sells in 10 days. WTF! Just my luck! Anyways, so we went furniture shopping for her new apartment. She wanted to get alllll new stuff. Totally fun right? So we went to Ashley Furniture first. I can't believe this actually happened. We were just browsing in the showroom as were a couple of other people that had gotten there after us and were behind us a bit. A representative from there walked literally right past my Mom and I and asked the ritzy ditzy looking couple behind us if they needed any help..then proceeded to ask the gentleman in a suit behind them if he needed any assistance...walked past us AGAIN and sat down at her desk. I couldn't believe it!!!I guess we didn't look rich enough to be worth her time since she works on commission. My mom was on the market for an entire bedroom set, living room furniture, kitchen table and chairs,and a new mattress and boxspring. Serves that bitch right! So when someone finally did come up to us I couldn't keep my mouth shut about it! My mom was like, girl why you gotta embarrass me!? But fuck that shit dude, who does that? NOT OKAY! I still can't believe it! Some people I tell you.
*Currently I'm sitting in a wheelchair. That's right, a wheelchair. And not by choice believe it or not. I am in the charting room at work and they don't even provide us with legit computer chairs up next to the table with computers on them. We have two wheelchairs in this room. It never crossed my mind until this evening. I looked across the room and saw Rich in a wheel chair and thought to myself, what the fuck is happening right now, we are sitting in wheelchairs. And on top of the wheelchair bizz, my wheelchair that I'm currently residing in has an oxygen tank on the back. A light just turned on all the way at the end of the mile long hallway. I totally rally raced down the hall in the wheelchair to answer it. Don't tell. Was kind of fun, not super fun but okay. My arms kinda burn a little not gonna lie. Grampa told me tonight that I am spoiling his life. I almost cried. All because I told him I had to give him a bath. Once that all got taken care of and I got him snuggled into bed he told me he was sorry if he hurt my feelings, and I'm the best. WOO HOO! Back on good terms with Grampa. Jackpot.
*Do you understand the extent of what I have to do to blog while I am at work. You don't? Well that is okay because I will tell you. First off, I just do my thang and write my stuff. After the fact, I have to clear the history, which is no big deal. Then I have to go into the control panal to then go into internet connections to go into internet options to go into delete history to select all of the above 72 options to then hit delete to then wait for it to all get deleted so they can't find out that I'm blogging about how I hide that I'm blogging while I'm at work. WINNING
*Dude. It seems as if lately I am abbreviating everything into letters when I talk and then get peeved when people don't get what I'm saying. Ex. ICD. Obv means I Can't Deal.
*I'm just curious when I can get a bunch of money handed to me?
*I'm getting a little weery of the brisk season approaching. I got a decent summer supply of clothing stocked up over the last couple months since I have lost weight but come winter I.am.screwed. I MIGHT have one pair of jeans that fit me. I MIGHT have one long sleeved shirt but maybe even not? Ugh, I could cry thinking about it. Really though, it just kind of hit me the other day how much weight I have lost when I was browsing through old pictures of when Axton was a baby and when Zaidyn was first born. I mean, I don't really quite understand how I lost so much weight. Yes I do. First off, I was a stay at home Mom for awhile and didn't get as much activity in as when I was out and about working. Once I started work again here at the facility I lost 30ish pounds in the first 3 months. Also, I walked a croipton right after Zaidyn was born. Also, I've been stressed out as H about everything in my life so...I think all of the above might have something to do with it? But no joke people, I'm smaller then I was in high school even. It's a little crazy if you think about it. Plus, my boobs are smaller then they were before I had kids. That is at least 35 pounds right there since my tots were DDD's before I had kids. Just kidding, they were still in mosquito bite status...just now they are in smaller saggy stretched mark mosquito bite status.
That is all.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Titles are for the birds, I'm telling you!
*I know I have said this before but SERIOUSLY!!! Coming up with a title is so dumb, I can't even stand it. Yes I can, I lied. I just don't like it. For awhile I went with the no title approach but then it's annoying on the side because it doesn't show up as a post.
*Next matter of business, my favorite old guy at work. I call him "Grampa". Let me just clarify, my favorite old lady is "Cupcake" and my favorite old guy is "Grampa." Since I obviously can't use their real names. Not that I actually use their real names anyway that is what I call them. Anyways, I was gettin Grampa ready for bed tonight as I usually do. He is very VERY particular about how he likes things done. A lot of people don't have enough patience for Grampa, but I just love him to pieces. Anyways, Grampa somedays is aware of what is going on and really with it, but other days his dimentia is really extreme. It just depends. Sometimes he can be with it, take a nap, wake up and be out of it. Today he was on and off. I was getting him ready for bed (maybe I should tell you that I was getting him ready for bed ONE more time), and he asked me why I have stuff all over my arms. I said, I like it Grampa, don't you like it? And he said, well I think you are a very pretty girl and I just think you don't need that stuff. This is what he says to me everytime he is with it. Then he says, are you married? I said no. He asked how old I was and I told him 24. Then I asked him how old he was. He couldn't remember and was getting really frustrated with himself. He says, "ohhh gol I just can't seem to put my finger on it". I said Grampa it's okay, we all forget things sometimes. Are you over 80? (I know he's 92). He says, I know it's over 1000 but that is all I know, he said! LOL. Emily, don't talk shit about my lack of " and ". Forget that bizz I was too lazy so lets not get all technical and shit alright.
I was going to write more but I ran out of time!! I'm sure I'll write again on Friday. I picked up a shift tomorrow from 6-10p but I won't have time to diddle on this bizz. Friday I'll try though :)
*Next matter of business, my favorite old guy at work. I call him "Grampa". Let me just clarify, my favorite old lady is "Cupcake" and my favorite old guy is "Grampa." Since I obviously can't use their real names. Not that I actually use their real names anyway that is what I call them. Anyways, I was gettin Grampa ready for bed tonight as I usually do. He is very VERY particular about how he likes things done. A lot of people don't have enough patience for Grampa, but I just love him to pieces. Anyways, Grampa somedays is aware of what is going on and really with it, but other days his dimentia is really extreme. It just depends. Sometimes he can be with it, take a nap, wake up and be out of it. Today he was on and off. I was getting him ready for bed (maybe I should tell you that I was getting him ready for bed ONE more time), and he asked me why I have stuff all over my arms. I said, I like it Grampa, don't you like it? And he said, well I think you are a very pretty girl and I just think you don't need that stuff. This is what he says to me everytime he is with it. Then he says, are you married? I said no. He asked how old I was and I told him 24. Then I asked him how old he was. He couldn't remember and was getting really frustrated with himself. He says, "ohhh gol I just can't seem to put my finger on it". I said Grampa it's okay, we all forget things sometimes. Are you over 80? (I know he's 92). He says, I know it's over 1000 but that is all I know, he said! LOL. Emily, don't talk shit about my lack of " and ". Forget that bizz I was too lazy so lets not get all technical and shit alright.
I was going to write more but I ran out of time!! I'm sure I'll write again on Friday. I picked up a shift tomorrow from 6-10p but I won't have time to diddle on this bizz. Friday I'll try though :)
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Nah Mean?
For those of you who know me..you know that I come up with the most random shit to say. Not always super weird stuff, but I always seem to have a new "thing" that comes out of my mouth frequently on a weekly basis. This week..its balls. I'm not kidding around here people. I guess it's better then saying the F word. Anything bad/accidental/whatever that happens..balls with other words sometimes surrounding it comes out of my mouth. Tonight at work I was helping one of my two favorite residents..(I call her Cupcake)..anyhow..she wanted me to move a box of crap in her room that her family dropped off that she wanted nothing to do with. Well the box must have been ancient because when I grabbed the handle it lasted approx .2 seconds until it ripped and the box landed on my foot. Unintentially 'BALLS' came out of my mouth with a face of extreme pain. Cupcake says, "What kind, basket-balls, base-balls, saggy-balls?" I said..all the above Cupcake, all the above.
Speaking of ancient, the old lady who lives under me moved out. I think she went to the nursing home/assisted living. I would see her outside from time to time and wonder how the heck she was managing living on her own but whateves. It is her nephew that owns the house I live in. Regardless..I am a huge fan of old people..obviously..but she was one old person I was not a fan of. Seriously not a nice old lady. Remember like a month ago when we had a hot spell where everyday was approx 120 degrees? Well I got home from Cody's house one morning and I had a letter sticking in my door. This is what the letter said:
Dear Tenant:
This letter is regarding your garbage. Mrs. Howe came home and it was very stinky. It was stinking up the garage and she could barely stand it. This needs to be addressed right away.
The Landlord
Okay for one, it was written in extremely old lady handwriting. For two, her nephew that owns the house has a property management company that deals with all the business..so if the "landlord" was writing me a letter, she certainly wouldn't have it hand written and signed "the landlord"...I am on "texting terms" with the landlord so it was VERY evident it was old lady. I was really quite aggrevated by this letter. When summer first approached she wrote me a letter saying that she did not want my garbage bin outside because it was distracting the look of her flowers. So then I put my garbage bin in the garage. Now my garbage is in the garage and she is telling me it stinks up the garage. It was like 100 degrees for 4 days straight, I have 2 kids in diapers, what the fuck you expect me to do!??!?!?!?! "this needs to be addressed right away" REALLY LADY? Okay, let me fucking call up the magic garbage fairy and have her come take care of it for you. I couldn't decide whether I was going to write her a nice letter back (addressing it to "the landlord" of course and putting it in HER door since that is who she think she is obv) or if I was going to call up my ACTUAL landlord. I decided to not take the writing her a smart ass letter in return approach and I just called my ACTUAL landlord. (Yay for grown up decision making!) She was highly irriated. She said she would be over in 5 minutes to pick up the note from the old lady. She picked up the lettter, brought it over to the owners house in which he freaked the heck out about it, and that is that. Unfortunately for old lady Howe, I did not get scolded for my stinky garbage. Anyhow, she no longer lives underneath me. RATS! I have been highly debating calling up my landlord and seeing if I can move in downstairs. LOL. Ok I know I move a lot but just hear me out okay. When I first moved in the winter, I was concerned about living upstairs at a house because of loudness etc. I have 2 kids etc. etc. Well, they told me it wouldn't be an issue because old lady that lived downstairs couldn't hear if a tornado siren was going off in her kitchen. So I never had any problems. But being as someone who isn't ancient is most likely moving in downstairs..I feel weird about it. The last thing I want to do is stinkin tip toe around my house because I don't wanna make anyone mad. I would much rather listen to obnoxious loudness then to be the person causing obnoxious loudness & irritating people. And just living on the first level would be so much easier. It wouldn't be that bad of a move, it's only downstairs..I wouldn't really even need to "pack" that much ya know? The place is empty and today some guys came and said they were doing some renevations down there. The door was unlocked so I obv went down to take a gander at the place. The living room is larger than mine, and the kitchen is about the same size just a different set up. The rooms are a bit smaller, but it really wouldn't be that big of a deal at all. The only downfall is that it doesn't have a huge pantry like my place upstairs :( POOP! I am fairly positive that if I talked to my landlord about moving downstairs after they do the renovations, they would totally be cool with it. I just really need to think about if it is worth all the work. I think I moved there in March..so my lease would be up in 7ish months. Now, if Cody and I decide to move back in together..that is where I would hesitate on moving downstairs. I could just deal/human that moves in downstairs could just deal..since Cody and I wouldn't live in my current place together upon living together again. BUT, if we decide to continue living seperately or things don't work out between the two of us..then I plan on staying where I live for awhile. So what the h? Who really knows.
Why the hell don't people play board games anymore? I'm sick of it. I just want to have a party. A board game party where humans aren't lame as balls and just play some damn scrabble or trouble or pictionary or whatever! I'm just saying.
Duuuude, my hair is really irkin my tator. Ever since I bleached my hair and went bright red/hot pink my hair is a hot mess. It is soooo fried at the end and no longer porous. Therefore, anytime I dye my hair the ends don't hold color for longer then 3 washes. I can't take it! It is fine when my hair is down, but when my hair is up in a messy bun er somethin..the color difference is like 4 katrillion shades. I can't deal. My hairdesser lady told me all I needed to do was come in and get a deep conditioning treatment for like 30 bucks and that would do the trick but I just haven't gotten around to it and I just want my hair to fix itself lol. I could just chop all the bad stuff off but I don't wanna do that either. For pits sack. I really wanna go bright again. But dang that ruined my hair like you wouldn't believe. Ideally, I would love to have a very light purple/lilac colored hair. Maybe when I win the lottery and can afford to go get it done the right way I an attempt such bizz. Anyways, I gotta roll out, some butts are painin for some wipage.
Speaking of ancient, the old lady who lives under me moved out. I think she went to the nursing home/assisted living. I would see her outside from time to time and wonder how the heck she was managing living on her own but whateves. It is her nephew that owns the house I live in. Regardless..I am a huge fan of old people..obviously..but she was one old person I was not a fan of. Seriously not a nice old lady. Remember like a month ago when we had a hot spell where everyday was approx 120 degrees? Well I got home from Cody's house one morning and I had a letter sticking in my door. This is what the letter said:
Dear Tenant:
This letter is regarding your garbage. Mrs. Howe came home and it was very stinky. It was stinking up the garage and she could barely stand it. This needs to be addressed right away.
The Landlord
Okay for one, it was written in extremely old lady handwriting. For two, her nephew that owns the house has a property management company that deals with all the business..so if the "landlord" was writing me a letter, she certainly wouldn't have it hand written and signed "the landlord"...I am on "texting terms" with the landlord so it was VERY evident it was old lady. I was really quite aggrevated by this letter. When summer first approached she wrote me a letter saying that she did not want my garbage bin outside because it was distracting the look of her flowers. So then I put my garbage bin in the garage. Now my garbage is in the garage and she is telling me it stinks up the garage. It was like 100 degrees for 4 days straight, I have 2 kids in diapers, what the fuck you expect me to do!??!?!?!?! "this needs to be addressed right away" REALLY LADY? Okay, let me fucking call up the magic garbage fairy and have her come take care of it for you. I couldn't decide whether I was going to write her a nice letter back (addressing it to "the landlord" of course and putting it in HER door since that is who she think she is obv) or if I was going to call up my ACTUAL landlord. I decided to not take the writing her a smart ass letter in return approach and I just called my ACTUAL landlord. (Yay for grown up decision making!) She was highly irriated. She said she would be over in 5 minutes to pick up the note from the old lady. She picked up the lettter, brought it over to the owners house in which he freaked the heck out about it, and that is that. Unfortunately for old lady Howe, I did not get scolded for my stinky garbage. Anyhow, she no longer lives underneath me. RATS! I have been highly debating calling up my landlord and seeing if I can move in downstairs. LOL. Ok I know I move a lot but just hear me out okay. When I first moved in the winter, I was concerned about living upstairs at a house because of loudness etc. I have 2 kids etc. etc. Well, they told me it wouldn't be an issue because old lady that lived downstairs couldn't hear if a tornado siren was going off in her kitchen. So I never had any problems. But being as someone who isn't ancient is most likely moving in downstairs..I feel weird about it. The last thing I want to do is stinkin tip toe around my house because I don't wanna make anyone mad. I would much rather listen to obnoxious loudness then to be the person causing obnoxious loudness & irritating people. And just living on the first level would be so much easier. It wouldn't be that bad of a move, it's only downstairs..I wouldn't really even need to "pack" that much ya know? The place is empty and today some guys came and said they were doing some renevations down there. The door was unlocked so I obv went down to take a gander at the place. The living room is larger than mine, and the kitchen is about the same size just a different set up. The rooms are a bit smaller, but it really wouldn't be that big of a deal at all. The only downfall is that it doesn't have a huge pantry like my place upstairs :( POOP! I am fairly positive that if I talked to my landlord about moving downstairs after they do the renovations, they would totally be cool with it. I just really need to think about if it is worth all the work. I think I moved there in March..so my lease would be up in 7ish months. Now, if Cody and I decide to move back in together..that is where I would hesitate on moving downstairs. I could just deal/human that moves in downstairs could just deal..since Cody and I wouldn't live in my current place together upon living together again. BUT, if we decide to continue living seperately or things don't work out between the two of us..then I plan on staying where I live for awhile. So what the h? Who really knows.
Why the hell don't people play board games anymore? I'm sick of it. I just want to have a party. A board game party where humans aren't lame as balls and just play some damn scrabble or trouble or pictionary or whatever! I'm just saying.
Duuuude, my hair is really irkin my tator. Ever since I bleached my hair and went bright red/hot pink my hair is a hot mess. It is soooo fried at the end and no longer porous. Therefore, anytime I dye my hair the ends don't hold color for longer then 3 washes. I can't take it! It is fine when my hair is down, but when my hair is up in a messy bun er somethin..the color difference is like 4 katrillion shades. I can't deal. My hairdesser lady told me all I needed to do was come in and get a deep conditioning treatment for like 30 bucks and that would do the trick but I just haven't gotten around to it and I just want my hair to fix itself lol. I could just chop all the bad stuff off but I don't wanna do that either. For pits sack. I really wanna go bright again. But dang that ruined my hair like you wouldn't believe. Ideally, I would love to have a very light purple/lilac colored hair. Maybe when I win the lottery and can afford to go get it done the right way I an attempt such bizz. Anyways, I gotta roll out, some butts are painin for some wipage.
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