Wine a little you'll feel better

Let's just re-cap

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 19:07:00 +0000

Sat: my blackberry keypad stopped working, so if I charged it I could see that I had messages etc, but could not get to anything because my phone was stuck locked.

Sun: I was working a split for the holiday meeting and I was trying to do my job which currently is operations, and the asm's just because he's fucking stupid. and I was trying to get a F/o in the wall but I could barely reach, so the face out fell, and i was standing in the bootset next to the denim wall, and so I used my cat like reflexes to move my head out of the way. Which turned out to be into the denim shelves, which wasn't far enough away from the faceout anyways. So I bashed both sides of my head. Then I said split right.. So on the way back to work for the meeting, I slammed on the brakes when I should have just gone through the yellow light, spilling my large ice coffee all over the radio in my car. The radio was not happy with the face that I let ice get in the tape deck, so the tape deck just kept playing and playing and playing, even when I turned off the car. There was no tape in it mind you because I wouldn't even know where to get one if I tried. So then I was like shit what am I going to do because if the car battery dies I don't even have a phone to call AAA. So I just tore apart the dashboard. Well first I kicked the radio with my boots, and that didn't make it happier I promise. So now I get to drive around, and already ridiculous 1987 560sel Mercedes with purple tinted windows (look it up you'll cry with laughter), but I have no radio, no phone, a headache from hell and my dashboard (well to be fair I guess it's the center council) is pulled apart. I should just drive around singing," Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice"

Tuesday: I woke up with a MONSTER fucking headache. Went to call off only to find that they'd given the ASM his last day off, so there was going to be none of that calling off. So I go to work to find that our DM is coming tomorrow. Then she starts asking me questions about how I've been helping with merchandising etc. Because I've pretty much been doing both jobs. And the idea is that I will be the ASM not but no one never really knows. SO I work through my headache but kind of want to die.

Wed: Go to work, turns out the DM is not coming, right after I find that out we loose power because the HIP is a big fat piece of dog poop, and we always loose power, So we only loose partial power we think we're ok, then H calls me to the back, and was like it smells like smoke, then I get T and by the time she gets back there smoke is pouring out of the air ducts. So I'm like call 911, and evacuate the building. But people are seriously stupid, and even though I tell them there is a fire in the back room they don't want to leave. One lady kept arguing can't I just pay for my stuff I'm almost done. I actually had to yell at her to get her to leave. I mean for real what part of fire do you not understand. So basically there was a fire or something in the HVAC unit, which is now pretty well fried.

So after about an hour we go back inside, and our controller is partially fucked up. Not enough for the registers not to work, but enought that I had to call after we closed and spend 45 min trying to fix it..

And so that bring us today. I'm not going to lie I'm a little afraid to leave the house...

Dialog

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Sat, 29 Oct 2011 02:52:00 +0000

Me: uhhh they only charged us for our food, none of our beers are on here.
C: really well she did mess up your food.
Me: I know but she didn't charge us for 8 beers that's crazy
Then we leave the bar
ME: I really don't want this leftover cheeseburger
O: I'll eat it.
B: yeah she just doesn't want to hold the box.
Me: yeah UMM really don't
O: Do you not like leftovers.
Me: no not really but mostly don't want to hold the stupid box.
Walking walking walking
SMACK
ME: AAAHHH
C: sorry but your ass was just there.
ME: yeah that will happen
C: it was just in front of me waiting to be smacked.
ME (in my head): yeah that will happen
ME: ah not the first time
B: yeah everyone wants to do that.. Probably not even the first time it's been smacked in public.
ME: umm nope. not even close.
O (in his head): why does everything always come back to bran's ass...
ME (in my head): yeah sorry O it just is.

9/11

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Sat, 10 Sep 2011 06:12:00 +0000

What's your 9/11 memory. I remember growing up in a world without war. The children of my generation where allow a peaceful life. Sure we saw then ends of the cold war, we watched on tv as the wall came down, but were too young to understand it. We didn't have to live through Vietnam like our parents or world wars like our grandparents. We've seen bomb shelters, but didn't understand them. We grew up before the internet, and world connections. We were suppose to be the generation with no war. We felt safe, very little to protest. Being a yippee was more about music and smoking pot than having a way of life to protest against. Then the impossible happened, we were attacked on our own soil. Our way of life changed, and that of our children. 9/11 happen. I remember my boyfriend at the time driving me to school and hearing the new on the radio. It was confused and I didn't understand what was going on. The news on the radio was not something I'd grown up equipped to understand. My initial understand was that we were under attack and a plane landed at the pentagon. I couldn't understand in all my 21 years, what was going on. To me it seemed like the impossible happened. I didn't understand at all that planes had been hijacked and flown into the world trade center. I went to class being scared and confused. Until sitting in my economic anthropology class, and later my philosophy where I finally figured out what happened. Or as much of what happened as I'll ever understand. Then they closed the University of Minnesota, and I remember wandering around campus not really sure what to do next. This world I lived in seemed to come crashing down around me. I went to work next because it wasn't far from where I lived, and the just watched everything unfold on tv over and over again. Now the generation that gre w up with out any understand of war, besides what we learned in school, had come smack in the face with a global reality. It wasn't the case that there were no wars being fought while we grew up, just that we never were forced to be a part of it. Here we were in our mid and early 20ies forced to deal with the idea that there were people out there who hated us, solely based on where/how we grew up.

Such a shocking transition to the lives we look back on in our 30ies where friends and family have fought and died for our safety. That fateful day ten years ago still seems much like a bad dream. All the details come back like flashbacks in a movie, every moment playing in slow motion. Our world was forever changed that day, and that of our children. Our children don't get to grow up in a world with out war. They have to be strong enough to watch their mothers and fathers fight for them. I don't really know which is a better world thinking back, I do know that I'm eternally both grateful and proud of all those who fought to try and make this world a safer place. In this ten year anniversary of 9/11. To remember all that was lost, and to say thank you for the strength and courage of the american military. Ten years ago tomorrow I learn what it really meant to say, All gave some and some gave all. For that I thank you.....

The bitch is back

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 04:14:00 +0000

I'm not going to lie the title really has nothing to do with the following post. I feel like I should contextualize that on the off chance that anyone actually reads this which I'm sure will not be the case. I do have some quite bitchy things to say but if you don't like it I suggest you stop here because as we well know once we get started its kind of hard to stop So here we go, don't say I didn't warn you...

What I'm really feeling five days a week, is that I totally might kill someone. Not in my normal I always kind of want to kill someone way, but in I actually physically might kill someone. The reason for this is that I've recently moved to a store out west, and driving through the northwest side is pretty much enough to make an sane person crazy, and I've never professed myself to be said sane person. First this street I drive down seems to me to be the only street in the city with a posted speed limit. It's not that I'm inherently against speed limits, but I'm inherently against speed limits that only exist to make me crazier than I already am. I mean solely that when you go the posted speed limit you are guarantied to hit every red light no matter what time of day.

My problem is that 95% of the people on said street seem determined to go the speed limit or below, and block anyone from moving around them. I've come to the determination that they do this because they must be afraid of getting deported back to their country of origin.

Now this might sound a bit racist, but I assure you that the people I'm speaking of are likely from eastern Europe,and not south of the border as you might have suspected.

As I try to move around set vehicles I find my problem compounded by the guy selling roses at all hours of the day by the highway. Not really sure how this is a wise way to spend ones time, because who really buys roses from some guy selling them in the street, but he must make some sort of living this way because he is there every freaking day. Also there is about 5 regular homeless people with their plastic cups begging for change at one of the 900 street lights I'm forced to stop at on my trek to work. One of which I almost ran over in frustration to get around a line of aforementioned slow future deportees.

Then there is the endless construction signs when mention lane closures where there are none, no signs where there is, and then just random portions of the pavement missing is large blocks for no reason. All of which make for a very stressful drive to and from work. Forcing me to grid the hell out of my teeth.

The bigger problem is I'm not entirely sure the brakes in the front half of my car work. A fact which I've yet to mention to my dad for fear that he might actually murder me for driving with them, and for asking him to fix them (I kid my parents are both awesome). This however means that when I try really hard to move around stupid ass people I'm not entirely sure my car will stop at will. Maybe it will stop at it's own will, but not mine, and lets none even bring up the idea of stopping on a dime.

Bottom line is the drive too and from work has become nothing less then an adventure, one I'm not in love with, and really want no part of. So if I'm calling you at all hours of the night looking for bail money for having run someone over, worry not, just call some folks and get the money together.

I have glass in my foot.

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Thu, 13 Jan 2011 18:17:00 +0000

Here's how it all happened.
I have glass in my foot because I knocked over the wine glass my sister gave me for Christmas with my ass. Funny yes but not the whole story. I have glass in my foot, because I couldn't clean up said glass, because my dust pan is in my car. In my car you ask, yes that is correct.
The dust pan is in the car because it snow 5 inches the other day, and I lost my snow scraper you ask not to worry we will get to that part later on. It is time for a tangent.
Because it was snowing the other day, and I remember I had no snow scraper, and also remembered my boots where in the car, I grabbed the dust pan, and small broom, but forgot my gym shoes. I did bring a pair of gym shoes they just didn't have anything inside them because I took them out and put them in my new gym shoes. So I had to come home so I could get the right shoes. My feet hurt. And on the way back to work my car died, on the side of Ashland. Which won't make sense to most of you. Well that is if there is any of you still reading now.
While I was trying to get my car to start again, and people were honking at me, a nice Hispanic came outside from the store front he was working in and asked if I needed help. Not sure why because he knew even less about cars than me.
He did however offer to have his cousin tow my car somewhere for free, while he was hitting on me, not helping me get my car started. My car finally started after about a half hour, and I drove it to a shop. Where I left it for a day, and they couldn't figure out what was wrong with it.
Now I still have glass in my foot, and I'm late for work, maybe my car will start and maybe it won't. But there is always more, so stayed tuned for the continuation of what happens next. Or well previously that caused the glass to jump into my foot.

Never going to end, never going to end.

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Sun, 04 Apr 2010 16:23:00 +0000

So the life of a vampire continues. I recently learned that though construction was to continue I was going to get to keep my vacation they week that it was planned. I nice gesture right. WRONG. I'm really going on vacation because they are changing the scope of the work, and well pretty much re-doing everything. Basically they needed at least a week more to re-draw all the plans. So I am on vacation, but am looking at another four plus weeks of the wonderful world of the overnight.
Now this presents a bit of a problem. See I'm on vacation. Its been like eight weeks since I've really hung out with my friends and done anything, but I have to go right back to night in a week. So does one change back to days, or spend a week cleaning ones house because its a hot mess. Well currently I've decided to try days for a bit. Its not really going well, and this vacation is starting to suck. Even if I stay up as long as I can. I can only make it to like 7ish. They I lay there on my friends couch it what can only be called a highly vegetative state.
I don't mean that I sit there watching TV and drinking lots. I mean I literally have no idea what is going on the world around me, my eyes are closed, but I'm not in fact a sleep. I can't make myself move or anything constituting wakefulness, but I'm not sleeping either. This has become my sleep. Around tenish I can manage to get up long enough to go to bed, mostly because I'm soo f-ing uncomfortable that I can't stand it anymore.
This morning I woke up and was so excited because it was day out. Meaning that maybe I actually slept through the real night. Turns out it was 2:17am. Not day light at all, but there I was wide awake and unable to sleep. Fuck you I say to this craziness, Fuck you.
I already broke my toe, and gave myself a concussion last week, can't I just get some sleep for all my troubles. My hands are numb all the time, My skin so ridiculously white that its really a disgusting greyish color. Ok well I did sit outside during the day all day on friday when it was 80 out, so now its wicked pink. The awesome shade of pink that ones skin gets when its NEVER sees light. It rocks. I didn't even know it was possible for skin to burn like that outside of ones like swimsuit lines.
I'm done with this I say, done with it. If only I could magic myself a rich husband, so I could be done now and not in four plus weeks. That's completely realistic if I do say so myself.

Oh I don't know

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Tue, 23 Mar 2010 14:16:00 +0000

I would like to say I haven't had much time to write, but I assure you that is not the case. Or that the randomly funny/sad/ironic/crazy (clearly i could go on an on) shit that happens in my life has stopped happening so I have nothing to write about. Also completely not the case. I really have nothing in the way of an excuse, but its not like I have ever had a blog fan club or anything.
Speaking of fan clubs. I've been working overnights at work for the past seven weeks, and beside fact that it sucks in more ways than you can imagine, well lets be honest there is really very little besides that. Anyways I work retail not construction, wait it seems I've begun in the middle of the thought. I've been working overnights to run the construction half of the store for a remodel. Ok back to my extensive construction knowledge, which I assure you consists of nothing more than a family which has construction type work as some of their background, a love of power tools, and the ability to think that I can do things that I can't really do. This has become all the more apparent in the last seven weeks. Not that I really do anything construction wise, but my I can do anything attitude subsides a little more everyday.
That being said, the one good thing about the remodel, construction, and overnights, if one could say anything is possible to be good about having your life literally turned upside down. Not seeing your friends for weeks at a time, not talking to more than five people for weeks at a time, your face turning this really awkward shade of grey because it hasn't seen sunlight in god only knows when. Getting bitched at almost constantly by people who know even less about construction than you do. fucking up your shoulder because who ever dream up the design didn't think of who was going to put 40 pounds shelves 13 feet up in the air. oh wait something good I almost forgot. Well it seems to me that I have a little fan club at work. Now I'm not talking about people who actually work for me or my company that would be weird and ishy. I'm of course talking about some of the construction workers. Normally this type of behavior would irritate the shit out of me. But alas some of them are actually kind of cute. They are actually quite nice too, though a true conversation is difficult because much seems to be lost in translation. I'm starting to think we are the united nations of job sites, Mexicans, Argentinians, Russian, Polish. And I don't mean Polish like I am Polish, but like English is none of these peoples first language. I would say most of them speak pretty decent English, some of them just nod at me like i'm a crazy person, its quite amusing. The best is when they fight. There cultures are so completely different its ends up being prime nighttime drama. I'm not sure the life of the living can hold a candle to some of the fights. Oh wait just kidding I remember all the bad shit again.

Somedays I'm tired of being me.

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 03:56:00 +0000

I'm pretty sure that I have a pinched nerve in my back. Normally I wouldn't think this is such a big deal, just average run of the mill life for me. However it seems to be underneath my shoulder blade, and it feels like something is stabbing me in the chest.
Its ungodly painful, and I would go to the hospital except that there is really nothing they can do to help me. I actually heard gun shots out my window (no worries they weren't that close) about five minutes ago, and it hurts so bad that I'm like should I call the police, ahh then I would have to get up. I know I know I'm a bad person, but in my defense I have no idea where they came from so really what would I tell the police anyways.
Its a good thing everyone has stopped reading this since I'm pretty sure they'd be stuck more on the gun shots then my back pain. But me I think I almost can't stand how much it hurts. I mean literally I almost couldn't walk anymore. Which kind of sucks because walking is kind of my life.. I'm really getting sick of this shit I tell you. I'm pretty sure this is the last straw in the laziness of my life. I'm geared up to workout. Even though I think its the working out that might have caused this in the first place. All I need now is someone to kick me in the ass and make sure I do my shit. Any takers. I promise to be a huge bitch because well lets face it I just can't help it. Oh wait no one really reads this anymore do they, crap I knew I should have been a better blogger. Damn me I'm doomed.

Use your words please

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 18:04:00 +0000

You remeber way way back in the day went you were first learning how to talk, or maybe when you were teaching your own kids to speak? You or maybe your parents would say use you words. please use your words.
Well I think now is as good a time as any to go back to that old saying. I say to you all know please for the love of God and al that is holy use your fucking words. Seriously I think there is going to be a whole generation of people speaking in letters. OMG, WTF. NVM, l8tr. Do we really need to be quite that lazy. Its bad enough when I have to read them in text messages, but when I have to hear OMG 26 times a day its starts to make me a little crazy.
I kind of wonder what english class is like these days. Do we even have english anymore? and if so is anyone passing. I miss words that's all im saying, well that and that I don't understand what the fuck you are saying.

I do not heart oatmeal.

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 15:54:00 +0000

I just thought that you all should know I really don't like oatmeal. Oatmeal is suppose to lower cholesterol though, so I've been eating it. Really though this whole thing sucks, and I'm pretty sure it's not going to work anyways. I did talk to a different nurse from my doctors office and learned that not only is my bad cholesterol high but my good cholesterol is very high too. Shocking since this is what runs in my family. Things are not really suppose to happen this way as one prevents heart disease and the other causes it, but whatever I still don't really understand any of this. They say if I my bad cholesterol doesn't go down on its own then they will put me on drugs for it. Not really sure I want that either.
So far however I've succeeded in basically eating more fruits and vegetables. Oh mom would be so proud. Turns out I really like oranges, so I've eaten at least two oranges ever day for the past week. Also have eaten more salads etc. I also learned that I like tuna. No not the tuna that comes in a can. Real Ahi Tuna that still looks like fish. Though I only ate it raw in sushi, turns out I like sushi too as long as there is no Salmon, cause raw Salmon still tastes like Salmon.
This tuna shit is really good actually, and well the nurse said I should eat more fish. I guess no I can because I now like a fish.
I still don't heart oatmeal though. I'm pretty sure I never will. I'm eating it though well shit its only breakfast right, I can still like my other two meals a day.

This is bullshit day one.

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 16:55:00 +0000

Recently I had the joy of learning that my cholesterol is a lovely 270. Now word on the street is that's really bad for my age and size. Now Im not overweight, though I could probably take off about 10 to 15 pounds and be Ok. That would bring me to about 115 120 so since Im not a midget that would be a perfectly acceptable weight. I digress a bit though because cholesterol for me has nothing to do with my weight.
Over the past years I quit smoking, stopped eating fast food, and started eating more meals a day instead of over eating. Basically I kind of pissed that now they want me to quit doing even more things. No red meat, little to no dairy, no butter or oil, no mayo, and lets face it the list goes on and on.
Things Im allowed to eat fruit, vegetables, and turkey burgers. I find the turkey burger funny as he'll because the are actually higher in fat than a normal burger. And am I really the only one that wonders what they have to do to turkey to give it a ground beef texture. Turkey is not ground beef and shouldn't be forced to try to be. My new plan is to blog about my journey to lower my cholesterol. Oh good news part two Im suppose to work out everyday. I really don't see this going very well. Im not good at forced behavioral changes. That and I didn't really eat that bad in the first place. Though maybe I could stand to eat more fruit and vegetables. UGH this kind of blows.

Complete and udder maddness

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 02:55:00 +0000

Everyday there is a new article in the paper about the women who had octuplets. The first story doesn't start out so bad. Then you learn that she already has six kids at home, the youngest a set of twins that are two years old. That same day you learn that the women is only 33 which is madness in and of itself. Her oldest child only 7. The next day you find out that the women is not nor has she ever been married, and still lives at home with her parents. Lives at home with her parents who say she has been obssessed with having childern since she was a teenager. Of course the crazy lady thinks she is going to be able to breast feed all eight babies. And she is still in schoold getting a master degree in you guessed it child physcology. Now someone wants to pay her money to write a book. She has 14 childern she has no time for a book. Apparently she does have money to hire a publiscist which is completely normal.
Now we all know I'm not one to judge. If you want to have 14 kids that is your God given right. I will tottally call you stupid as that is my God given right. However if you can naturally have 14 babies, and you wish to then so be it. But if you are going to have 14 babies artifically and your still living at home with mommy and daddy, and your not married thats is just insanity. Even worse are the parents who are supporting their crazy ass daughter. I mean to take care of the babies is one thing but the bitch is fucking nuts. And who is paying for all these fertility treatments, seroiusly. I almost can't take it. What the hell kind of doctor would let something like this happen in the first place. Its just too much to take.
Shocking really, I think that if I came home with baby and asked my parents to take care of it they would think I was fucking nuts, but 14 good lord.

I'm done

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 18:28:00 +0000

Why is it that so many people can not accept this statement. I'm done I'm tired of pretending. I don't want whatever it is that your are currently offering, and whatever it is we had it the past is done.
Why is it that people can't say this for themselves and have to go on pretend that things can be what they never really were in to start with. Why is it that the same people who can not say these things for themselves keep looking down on me, so to speak, for being able to. I'm just so damn sick and tired of it. For my own piece of mind I never completely done till its been over for a long time. Relationships friendships whatever they are all basically the same.
You can love people who are not good for you. You can have friendships that last 10, 15, 20 years but do not last a lifetime. People can change, you can change. Then you can just not fit into each others lives anymore.
Maybe one of you just refuses to keep playing a part you just don't want to play anymore. You've given everything you have in you to give and you just can't take it anymore. Maybe the friendship existed inside of such a tight bubble that once the enviroment all the relationships in side that bubble changed to. Some of them grew stronger, some stayed similar, some could not be repaired. Sometimes it doesn't matter what happened, and sometimes it does.
I wish people would understand that when I say I'm done I'm done. I'm done with the relationship as it is. I have no desire to pretend we can go back to the way it was. Once you start looking forward you can never go back. If you'd like to move forward I might be interested in giving that a try, but I didn't say I was done for no reason. I can accept responsiblity for my failures, but I assure you I'm not the only one to blame. For me to say I'm done means I've already tired to make things work to the best of my ablity. I've accepted responsiblity where I'm capable of doing so, but no longer am able to take blame for things I have no part in. I will not apologize for something that I didn't do. Someday we all have to look in the mirror, and accept responsiblity for our own failings. I've done my part. I've done all I can do. If you choose, or have choosen to not do your, then to you I say I'm done. I'm tired, and I just won't take it anymore. And to those who don't choose the same thats already its your choice to make and I understand, just leave me out of it.

I might be getting my check soon.

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 04:26:00 +0000

I say I might because it turns out that I might only get the six hundred dollar check that I was suppose to get in what like may. All I'm saying is I want my six hundred dollars. Everyone else got there's like four years ago. Its just annoying annoying annoying.. It turns out though I won't get the check if someone tried to cash the old one. Then there will be more drama. Ohhh more IRS drama, I really think there is nothing better. I almost hope someone tried to cash it just so I can wait on hold again and listen to the Cinderella music over and over and over and over again.. Playing the same damn song, for a half a hour before someone answers the phone. It really has been great. I assure you, you should try it too. Well here's for wishful thinking if all goes well December 19th should be my new check day.

Proposition 8

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 06:24:00 +0000

I just don't understand. There are so many issues that I have with the banning of gay marriage that its almost hard to know where to start. Ultimately what I don't understand is why anyone thinks they have the right to tell me or anyone else what to do with or how to live their life. Now I'm not gay, but I really don't think that matters. I mean its not like we are talking about breaking the law and shit. Who I marry does not affect anyone but me, and my family, but maybe not even them really. I understand that people have beliefs etc. but its not like anyone is telling they can't marry someone of the opposite sex. I just don't get what the problem is. What they hell are people so damn afraid of. I just want someone to give me one logical reason to ban it that is not religious. I say non religious because we are suppose to have a separation between church and state here.
I really can not think of one good reason that this should even be that big of a deal. I understand that most people who are against it are against it for religious reasons, and its good that people have beliefs and all, but who are you to tell me what I should believe. You don't tell others who beliefs are different that they can't marry. Its really just infuriating to me. Please someone just tell me who it hurts.
If someone lives in this country, pays taxes etc why should it matter who they choose to be with. Why does it matter if you disagree with someones life style? Do you think gay marriage is going to rub off on you, or anyone else. It really doesn't matter whether you think gay people should or should not marry. I mean should we really just start taking away peoples rights because we disagree with them. I mean shit you try to take some guns off the street, and half the country is all up in arms, and rightfully so. If your a good law abiding citizen it doesn't hurt me if you have a gun. Though your gun has far more potential to affect my life, then the potential that who I marry will affect your life. ugh On this subject I just feel like Americans need to get their heads out of their asses and think about what things like this actually mean. Maybe think about how you would like it if you weren't allowed certain rights because of who you are. Seriously its not like we haven't been down a similar road before. Why do we keep having to believe that different types of people are lesser types of people.

Election 08

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 18:35:00 +0000

Here's the thing I do not get. The election is over and the way people are reacting to it makes not sense to me. I me not the great joy that of those who feel like their side won, but the ridiculous beliefs of those who's side didn't. I mean I understand being upset, but some people are literally acting like Obama is the anti-Christ come to reek havoc on all those in America. This makes me wonder where people get their information from, and how different their America seems to be from the won I live in. Where this imagine principle of everything they ever worked for in life being destroyed.
Now being honest I have been none to happy with the current President for the last eight years. I think him, and his administration have made many many mistakes. I do not think that he has ruined us as a country. However I don't think that one man can ruin a whole country. I mean the president can not take anything of value away from an individual. It seems to me that people are making the power of one man being President into a dictatorship. In fact I've heard people say those words with regard to Obama. I no longer believe so strongly in red states and blue states. But is it worse almost than that in that we have red people and blue people, who are so far to one side that they can't see how much each side has in common. I am confused and sadden by the reactions of even those close to me. I ask you was I not the same person I was before election day? Am I not the same person you loved and respected then?
Now don't get me wrong I'm having a lot of trouble with the "yes we did" faction of this whole game too. As the "yes we can" statement is a statement of the change we as Americans have the power to make. All we did was elect a President for the new year, there has been no change yet. The man himself is saying that we have a long road ahead of us. Essentially we have changed nothing yet. What I have to say to those who think we have, is do not be so lazy as to think that the only part you play in change is the election of a new president. Because Obama's speech on election night sounded to me like it ran clear with the idea of one former president. Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country. Now if people manage to get off the couch and start being the change they believe in then you can say "yes we did"

might never take a cab again

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 04:38:00 +0000

So I got out of work late, and with the new bus tracking system learned that the bus was still going to be 20 min. SO I decided to take a cab. A girl I work with was going to share it with me no big deal. i told the cab driver all I had was a credit card and we were going to make two stops. so far so good. When the girl gets out to lives about four blocks south of me, she gives him a ten. Which he takes then he stops and tell me if I'm going to pay the rest by credit card he's going to have to start over. I'm like hell no your not. you can give me her ten back and i can put the whole thing on my credit card of you can but the ten dollars or whatever the difference is on my credit card. Finally after adding like a dollar worth of wait time he is like fine. Which is fine with me cause now the fucker is getting no tip because I just have rules about these types of things.
Anyways we get to my destination and i was like dude just stop at the corner cause he was already retarded from the start and not listening. kept turning when we told him not to or to go the other way.
The difference is not 7.75 so i'm like thats what you can put on my card. And he keeps trying to put ten dollars on my card. I'm like no. He tries to tell me that the credit card companies charge them. Oh boo fucking hoo. I'm like dude you can't charge me extra because its not fucking legal. Then he gives me the card back and says fine give me 7.75. I'm like here i told you i only had seven dollars. I dig for change and am like here's 7.20. And go to get out and the fucker locks the door. I'm kind of freaking out at this point, so i'm trying to unlock the door and i roll down the window instead. All this time I assure you i'm screaming at him, so he unlocks the door because well i'm screaming at him. And I open the door throw the money at him, and get out. then the man tries to grab me. Bad plan dude bad plan. I was still yelling and I pulled my arm away quickly. Then the dude tries to act like he's getting out of the car, but doesn't. He does however follow me to my building. I'm still screaming at him I'm a little fucking scared at this point, but at least there are a few people and cars out. Dude follows me in his car till I get to my building. Where i made sure the door was shut and ran upstairs. Could still be sitting there waiting for his 55 cents. Crazy ass mother fucker. Too bad I wouldn't tip someone I knew overcharged me in the first place. He didn't think I notice the Extras go from 2 to 2.50 when the other girl got out of the car. I'm not a fucking moron. Ugh should have just waited for the bus because no i'm going to be up half the night away.

A very long day part two

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Sun, 12 Oct 2008 18:21:00 +0000

For the record the day wasn't long because we went to the bar before noon. when I got to Betsy's apartment we both concluded that we weren't really ready to give up. See when it takes you 2 to 3 years to accomplish something its hard to give up on it with just a few set backs like not having a SS card or birth certificate. So we decide to rent a zip car and drive to the SS administration, and the DMV. However the catch is that I don't have any money and for some reason betsy's credit card won't work to rent the car. Nothing is easy. Finally we just rent the car with my account, and get moving. We take the bus to my apartmen to pick up the car up here so that we can drop it back off and just dip to the bar (which is really call The bar) when we are finished.
We get the car and drive up to the SS administration with the very slim hope that Bets can get her card same day. I mean it takes awhile but you can get your passport same day, and that seems more difficult. Well we get there and it doesn't take very long, but while we are there Betsy looks for something in her purse and notices she doesn't have her wallet. Well we get back to the car and search her purse etc. and still can't find it. So we go back to my apartment even though the DMV is in the other direction. Oh and by the way it takes like two weeks for them to mail the stupid SS card.
We go back to my apartment and bets run up too look for her wallet while I look in the car. Niether one of us can find it, so she thinks maybe she left it on the bus. Calls the CTA, and then abruptly hangs up because she remembers that she had it when we walked to get the car, because she showed me her MN DL. So we go back to the car to retrace our steps, and I look in the backseat and say Its in the fucking backseat. Just chilling on the floor. How the hell i missed it i don't know. Crazyness. One more stop though we still have to go to the DMV. UGH its getting later now around 3:30 ish. And we are getting crabby. We drive out to the DMV, but traffic is kind of bad, so we have to take the senic route. But we get there, and of course they won't let Betsy get her drivers license but they will let me. Which is fine whatever at this point. though for some reason she can get a state ID but if you want a Drivers License you have to have 8 billion forms of id.
Anyways I take the stupid written test for the third time in my life, and this time I actually can't remember what all the signs mean. Turns out if you don't actually drive that often its hard to remember what the hell anything means. I didn't miss any questions though woohoo. For the record I've only take the test so many times becaus they make you take it everytime you get a IL license moving back from another state. I never failed the test.
Then we get to the picture. The irony here is that after 8 billion forms of id the state of IL doesn't seem to care if your eyes are open when they take your picture, which of coures mine are not in my id but there is no option to take another. Great I fucking love this place.
Ugh We need to eat and drink lots, so that is what we do. Only wierd this at the bar is the man who had his Macaw there. Which is wierd who brings a rare ass parrot to the fucking bar.

Taxi

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Tue, 30 Sep 2008 15:49:00 +0000

Ok so Saturday I had to work at 7am. This is kind of annoying because i really only have one chance to get on the bus. And the first bus leaves where ever it starts at 6:05. This means I have to get up earlier and leave earlier than I normally would. Now I'm not very good at this as you might know, but this past Saturday I did get up in time and I left my apartment at 6:05. keep in mind I'd been bus tracking all morning and no bus was there to be tracked but this doesn't always mean anything so I just left early enough to be sure to make the bus. Now I can see the bus stop from my building so I really can tell if any buses have gone by while i'm walking to the stop which takes about three mintues if that. No bus still trying to track no bus to track. I'm waiting and waiting, at 6:30 I'm like shit even if the next bus manages to leave on time I still won't make it to work on time, which I kind of have to do because no one else can get in without me.
So even though I ahve no cash I have to grab a taxi. Normally this is very easy. I'm good about telling them that all I have is a credit card. The first guy says his machine is not working, and i'm like fine whatever even though I'm more than aware of the fact that they are not suppose to say no. The second guy was even crazier. I tell him, and he wants to know where i'm going before he'll say yes. Ok I think he just wants to make sure its not just down the street. Then i get in and he's like wait your not mexican are you. I'm super taken aback by this. I'm kind of offend not because he thinks i'm Mexican but because he thinks if i was that I wouldn't pay. Seriously Its 6:30 am I'm dressed for work, and this guy asking me if i'm Mexican is not even Amercian. I understand that cab drivers get screwed a lot, but I was standing on marine drive in a very nice neighborhood dressed to clearly go to work. I feel like that should be enough. Besides the fact that he aksed he made me show him my credit card as if to prove that I'm not Mexican. WTF i should have just gotten out of the cab because the guy was a dill hole, but the whole thing was just so shocking.
The best part to me is that I'm the whitest fucking white girl in the world, by appearance. I mean seriously I can't even pass for the half Italian that I actually am, and this dude thinks I'm Mexican. My skin is so white that it glows in the light. Seriously this dude just irratated the crap out of me.
Sorry I haven't finished part two of my last story. I will do that soon.

a very long day

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 18:39:00 +0000

The day started with a mission: betsy and I were going to get up early and go get our drivers license a simple task which should have required nothing more than over coming the lazyness that has prevented such an event for the last two and a half years. granted neither of us actually drive very often anymore so its not THAT bad, but you get the point. The only real reason we were doing it was so that we could vote in november since we only have till october 6th to register to vote. Now we could have just registered to vote without out getting a new drivers license but betsy thought this way would be easier. yeah for the record it wasn't.
To start with we didn't really get up early, abduction then I thought she wanted me to meet her at the DMV but I guess I was suppose to meet her at her apartment. no big deal I was only a few blocks away so I told her to just walk down and meet me. No big deal then she texts me to go myself because she couldn't find her social security card. ugh so I go myself wait in line well still texting Tring to be helpful in the search for the missing card. I get up to the front of the line and the guys like ok you need your SS card old drivers license proof of address, and your birth certificate. FUCK FUCK FUCK. I totally forgot about my birth certificate, and why the hell do you need to have 85 forms of id just to get my IL drivers license back. I know I've had an MN DL for like 8 years now but seriously it shouldn't be tis much work.
so I text betsy and tell her and she's like so you mean neither of us is getting our DL today. and I said I guess not and we were both annoyed. then she texts fuck it im not going to my class lets just go to the bar im pissed. I do love betsy so im like ok ill be over in five. Then I looked at my watch and laughed cause it wasn't Even noon yet. to be continued !!!!!

Please explain

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Tue, 23 Sep 2008 16:23:00 +0000

Can someone explain to me why I (as a taxpayer) am going to be forced to pay for someone else's bad mortgage decisions? Seriously this whole thing is really starting to piss me off. Our government just keeps bailing out and bailing out all the people making bad decisions. I'm sorry but if your a bank or investment firm or whatever making huge risk choices giving tons of people money that can't pay it back, then you kind of deserve what you get. How's is bailing everyone out going to stop this kind of thing from happening again? Clearly it won't it will just incourage such behavior. This shit really makes no sense to me.

Creative Wish I didn't have to be.

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Fri, 05 Sep 2008 01:52:00 +0000

This in fact is a picture of a system I was forced to devise due to the fact that my window leaks, and it was pouring. Mind you when I came home from work today i was slightly less than happy that my couch was all wet and my floor, and my books, and and and. UGH I did have a bad feeling due to the fact that I was wet even with my rain boots and umbrella. Having walked only two blocks from the bus. The point is that I freaking told them last month when we had a big storm that the window frame leaks. Not the actual window. The windows are not old at all so I'm sure they can be fixed with relatively little pain incurred to all. I guess my annoyance really started after I put some make shift buckets (i.e. a flower pot, two glasses, and a cake pan), by the window and the water was splashing on my on the couch. I tired to ignore it which as you might have figured only lasted about half a second. Then of course there is the issue of the dripping noise which was making me insane.
What I did thought is concoct a sort of funnel or ramp if you will to let the water run outside instead of inside. I guess its good that I hate taking out the trash otherwise the cardboard box and plastic that were sitting on my floor would have been gone, and it would have still be raining in my window.

I did it

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 15:34:00 +0000

I did make the laundry detergent about a week ago, and would like to let you know that it was a complete success. In fact it is way better than I thought it would be. It is not only cheaper than your run of the mill laundry detergent but it works better, and makes your clothes super soft 9even jeans) when you don't dry them. Not to mention you use so much less only 1 -2 tablespoons as opposed to the big scoop you'd normally use. Yes its dry detergent because the receipt for the liquid kind seemed like too much work, and for what as it turns out this on works great. It even is really good at getting out stains. And yes T its is good for the environment which is half the reason It tried it, as normal laundry detergent is not that great. Its even super east to make and only took about ten minutes. See I've decided to work mostly with green things that end up being cheaper that the less environmentally friendly things. It turns out that cleaning products are one of the best way to do such things. As it seems there is little that vinegar or baking soda can not clean. It kind of makes ya wonder why people when away from using all natural stuff in the first place.

in protest

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 17:52:00 +0000

the state of illinois has lost its mind I assure you. though im equally convinced that no one in the state government had one to start with. their new proposed law is to ban text messaging while walking. that's right folks while fucking walking. now texting whive walking can cost you 25 dollar ticket. why you ask because stupid people die while walking into cars while texting. seriously a little darwin survival of the fittest might be in order because if you can't text and watch where your walking and manage to get yourself hit by a car there really wasn't much hope for you in the first place. I am as you will note typing this on my phone while walking. haha sseriously the government of the state of illinois is a fucking joke.

who thinks I can do it.

noreply@blogger.com (littlebmouse) — Mon, 28 Jul 2008 20:23:00 +0000

Here's the thing. Lately I've been trying to live a greener lifestyle. The problem is this can be rather expensive if one sticks to the normal green route. See I already don't drive, so I can't give that up again. I try not to use plastic bags in the grocery store etc etc etc. I even bought recycled toilet paper, napkins (just for B), and paper towels (which I actually thought was toilet paper when I purchased them. Now I'm going to try and make my own laundry detergent. I went to the store today and bought the stuff. If it works out it will be way cheaper than the shit you buy in the store. I'm actually quite excited. We shall see how it all works out. Feel free to place your bets.