So this Easter I went with the boyfriend to his parent's house for lunch. It was nice since it was just the four of us and because I really haven't had much of a chance to spend time with them much due to work.
The boyfriend's parents are really big bird people. They volunteer every now and then at some exotic bird place out by Belle Fouche, SD. The place is called something like parrot rescue. I wish I could remember the name.
So after lunch was eaten they decided it was time for me to meet some of the birds and to show them off. Most of the birds are really pretty, but don't like to be touched by anyone, but them.
After a little while my boyfriend disappeared and came back with another bird. This one had an orange head, yellow back, green tail, red eyes, and really funny looking feet. Even with the feet he was rather cute to look at.
After awhile the bird got curious and wanted to look around so the boyfriend sat him on the floor so he could hop around and look at things. I asked if the bird has had its wings clipped and was informed that the wings have not been clipped, but for whatever reason the bird just doesn't like to fly.
I watched the bird hop around while they told me how they came into possession of the little guy. AKA Armstrong.
Apparently a really nice family owned him and they had two children. They were fairly well off and decided to adopt two children to give them a grand total of 4 kids. The adopted kids were of colored ancestry and apparently the bird did not like that. The poor small children were at one point hospitalized because of the bird. The family had to part with him. So basically the bird is racist.
I had never heard of anything so odd in my life.
Then I had the crap scared out of me. .....Well pretty darn close.
The bird had finally noticed that I was a "new" person and found me rather interesting. He was hoping around by my feet and "tasting" (biting) my pants. He noticed that the legs of my pants were rather baggy and wanted to know what was up the leg so he stuck his head in to take a look and almost climbed in all the way. He probably would have except I founded the rest of my pant leg together to keep he out.
He looked rather disappointed, but decided it was okay. I put my hand down and he climbed on to it and up onto my shoulder. He made lots of happy sounds and I found out that he likes people, but usually doesn't warm up right away to anyone new.
After awhile I decided to step out for a cancer stick and had the boyfriend remove said bird so I could put my jacket on to step outside. The bird started making kind of sad sounds. I felt bad.
The boyfriends parents told me to just take him with me. So I let him hop back onto my shoulder and went to smoke with bird using me as his perch.
He didn't seem to mind my smoking and groomed my hair while I inhaled my toxic fumes. He got bored of that after only a few minutes and decided to make conversation with a small finch that had landed in the tree next to us.
It was actually rather relaxing to hear them chirp while I smoked. Soon I was done and the bird went back inside with me without complaint.
I say interesting Easter because..... I am almost certain I am one of a rare few who can claim that a bird tried to go up their pants let alone on an Easter.
I enjoyed spending time with the boyfriend and his parents and was kinda sad when we had to go. I am not worried. I will see them again another day when more time is available. Same for that crazy bird named Armstrong.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Neglecting my blog :(
As of late I have been very busy. So busy in fact that I am surprised that I am still breathing and not suffocating for being so overwhelmed.
The new job is great and so far I really enjoy it, but I am thankful that soon I'll be out of the training room and out onto the floor. The last 4 weeks of being cooped up learning boring yet important stuff has been getting to me. Soon it will be over and I'll be back to providing my mad customer service skills.
My work schedule has been so funky that I have not been able to get anything done around the house during regular hours. I'm currently working a 11-8. The next following 2 weeks will be 12-9 and after that will be 3pm-12am.
Believe it or not I am looking forward to the 3-12 shift. The main reason is my dryer.......
I am in need of a new dryer, but have yet to find one in my budget. My current unit is in major need of drum slides, bearrings, felt, and a belt. The darn thing is from 1972 though and paying for those repairs on such an old unit just is not cost effect.
As it is the unit works properly, but due to so many parts being worn if makes my whole trailer vibrate and makes such horrid sounds that my neighbor next door asked me once what all the racket was.
So....... needless to say I cannot very well do laundry past about 10pm. I have been trying to get loads washed at night and put in the dryer the following morning, but it is just to much. I keep forgetting I have things in the washer that need to go into the dryer and have been having to wash things twice. *Ugh*
Likewise my walls are thin and vacuuming in the middle of the night would probably drive my neighbors crazy. I would just do all of this stuff in the morning before work, but lately with my fibromyalgia I have been really stiff in the morning and have been having a hard time doing much of anything.
Thus the reason I am happy about the soon to be 3-12 shift. With that shift I should have plenty of time to get un-stiffed and still be able to do some chores before work and not have to worry about disturbing anyone. It will be nice to actually have days off where I don't have to spend the whole darn day cleaning and folding clothes.
About neglecting my blog......
I just have not been feeling up to writing or chatting about anything much lately. Sitting in that darn training room being focused on a computer for so long everyday has gotten to me. Most of the time when I get home from work (lately) I don't even want to go near my computer. The thought just makes me cringe. So what have I been doing? Working on the steam punk outfit I have to wear to my friend's steam punk themed wedding. Since I'm in the bridal party I just cannot "forget" to dress up. It takes a whole lot of time to get things together and ready. Especially if you are broke like me and cannot afford to just buy a steam punk costume off of the Internet. I've been assembling everything myself. That's a lot of work for someone who can't sew with a machine worth a crap and has to do everything by hand. Luckily I have found stuff at the Good Will to use. I just have to "turn" the stuff into steam punk things. Still takes plenty of time though.
When I actually have a spare bit of time to myself I have been playing Halo Reach online to take out any stress bugging me. This is an artwork substitute because as of right now I do not have the SPACE available to set up my art supplies. Currently they are all boxed up and looking for a place to be of use in my over crowded hovel of a home. :(
So lately I have been neglecting my art more than anything and that should make you, my blog readers, happy that you are getting first choice on my list of things to do.
The new job is great and so far I really enjoy it, but I am thankful that soon I'll be out of the training room and out onto the floor. The last 4 weeks of being cooped up learning boring yet important stuff has been getting to me. Soon it will be over and I'll be back to providing my mad customer service skills.
My work schedule has been so funky that I have not been able to get anything done around the house during regular hours. I'm currently working a 11-8. The next following 2 weeks will be 12-9 and after that will be 3pm-12am.
Believe it or not I am looking forward to the 3-12 shift. The main reason is my dryer.......
I am in need of a new dryer, but have yet to find one in my budget. My current unit is in major need of drum slides, bearrings, felt, and a belt. The darn thing is from 1972 though and paying for those repairs on such an old unit just is not cost effect.
As it is the unit works properly, but due to so many parts being worn if makes my whole trailer vibrate and makes such horrid sounds that my neighbor next door asked me once what all the racket was.
So....... needless to say I cannot very well do laundry past about 10pm. I have been trying to get loads washed at night and put in the dryer the following morning, but it is just to much. I keep forgetting I have things in the washer that need to go into the dryer and have been having to wash things twice. *Ugh*
Likewise my walls are thin and vacuuming in the middle of the night would probably drive my neighbors crazy. I would just do all of this stuff in the morning before work, but lately with my fibromyalgia I have been really stiff in the morning and have been having a hard time doing much of anything.
Thus the reason I am happy about the soon to be 3-12 shift. With that shift I should have plenty of time to get un-stiffed and still be able to do some chores before work and not have to worry about disturbing anyone. It will be nice to actually have days off where I don't have to spend the whole darn day cleaning and folding clothes.
About neglecting my blog......
I just have not been feeling up to writing or chatting about anything much lately. Sitting in that darn training room being focused on a computer for so long everyday has gotten to me. Most of the time when I get home from work (lately) I don't even want to go near my computer. The thought just makes me cringe. So what have I been doing? Working on the steam punk outfit I have to wear to my friend's steam punk themed wedding. Since I'm in the bridal party I just cannot "forget" to dress up. It takes a whole lot of time to get things together and ready. Especially if you are broke like me and cannot afford to just buy a steam punk costume off of the Internet. I've been assembling everything myself. That's a lot of work for someone who can't sew with a machine worth a crap and has to do everything by hand. Luckily I have found stuff at the Good Will to use. I just have to "turn" the stuff into steam punk things. Still takes plenty of time though.
When I actually have a spare bit of time to myself I have been playing Halo Reach online to take out any stress bugging me. This is an artwork substitute because as of right now I do not have the SPACE available to set up my art supplies. Currently they are all boxed up and looking for a place to be of use in my over crowded hovel of a home. :(
So lately I have been neglecting my art more than anything and that should make you, my blog readers, happy that you are getting first choice on my list of things to do.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Why should I explain my justification to anyone? Because I don't remember.
Sunday was a long day. I spent the wee morning hours in pain from a fibromyalgia related lump pushing my collar bone out of wack. By early afternoon I adjusted to the pain and went about business as usual.
First laundry and some light house work. I ran behind on house work from not being able to do it earlier and because of unexpected guests. I'll have to finish what I can tomorrow.
So I was cleaning house and reorganizing things and I started to wonder if I was going to live through it. Reason? I had to fill up a whole huge storage tub of rummage goods to give away and it was painful. The bulk of the tub consisted of a small fraction of my over sized Star Wars action figure collection. That's right. I am having to part with my precious toys to make my home more space efficient. My heart about darn near ripped itself clean from my chest cavity and tried to sink into my stomach.
Shortly after the heart wrenching disaster, my best friend, Rachel dropped in for a visit. Her excuse of course was needing to use a restroom after a 5-6 hour drive from the other side of the state. With her was her adorable little mutt puppy, Sebastian. (I still think she should have named him Falcore) cause he looks a lot like the Never Ending Story character. He is just too cute to be ignored for long and housework was put off for at least a good hour.
Sebastian sniffed around everywhere looking for food. He's not allowed to eat before car trips because he gets sick. So finding out that the crazy pup likes fruit I grabbed the grapefruit off of the fridge and gave him some. I have never in my life seen a dog beg for fruit so bad in my entire life. He sat patiently in front of me waiting for me as I was peeling it. He started to lose patients and tried to distract himself by sniffing around the floor boards in my kitchen. His excitement for the fruit started to show and he tried really hard to restrain himself from whining as I finished peeling.
I dropped a piece onto the floor and watched the little pooch dig in like he was starving to death. His master said he couldn't have more so I put the rest away for Monday mornings expected visit.
Finally I had stuff sorted out and put away enough that I was finally able to get cleaned up and ready to leave the house. Around 6:30pm I arrived at an old house that has been subdivided into small apartments. I went up the stairs with my arms full of clothing and nic-nacs. It was time to sit down with my friend soon to be bride and other bridesmaids and to get to work. The steam punk wedding pieces are finally fitting together. The bride and another gal, Jen worked on cutting out gear shaped pieces from poster boards that are going to be used for part of the centerpieces. Anna, the apartment tenant worked diligently on her spats for her boots with her nifty sewing machine while giving the rest of us input.
My job was to look over what was left for flowers and stuff and to make the bucket (You'll only get that if you have ever watched Keeping Up appearances. It's a British comedy) Anyways.... So I got it all pieced together and tissue taped, except for the brassy bead strands that are just going to have to wait till later. We also got my corsage done and got input on what I have to wear so far. It appears I'm still going to need to add some lace to it to make it work. Thank God for the Handy-stitch! Without it I would be screwed. I can't sew regularly even if my life depended on it.
While we were working we decided to order some Chinese food for dinner. We put Jen in charge of placing the order and her manner and tone of voice about made us loose it. Why? Have you ever seen Two Weeks Notice? It has Sandra Bullock and Huge Grant in it. Sandra's character Lucy eats a lot of food and anytime she's really depressed or to tired to cook she orders Chinese. She orders over half the menu and they always ask her if it is just for one. Lucy always says "Yes', or "Just one fortune cookie."
Anyways since the "men' of the wedding party were socializing across the hall and we were "working" the Chinese order was for eight people and that's exactly how much Lucy order's in the movie! While Jen was placing the order for the next few minutes we tried our hardest to get her to say she wanted only one fortune cookie, just to make it fit. Sadly she was too focused on ordering to notice.
After being stuffed full (or at least I thought) I can home and set to work on the computer to start browsing for steam punk accessories that I cannot make due to my sewing handicap. 2 1/2 hours later I was finally done, and all I got was a stupid t-shirt. (just kidding!) No, I actually got a pair of dark green lace gloves to go with my outfit. Almost everything else was out of my budget.
After staring at etsy.com for so long trying to figure out what half the stuff was and prices my eyes really started to hurt. Not just from staring at the computer screen for so long, but because all of the steam punk METAL!!!!! bras about blinded me, or made me cringe in pain just trying to imagine wearing one and "trying" to be comfortable. I am certain I will not be buying one of those in the near future. In fact hopefully never.
I decided after browsing for so long and my growling unfilled stomach bugging me that I needed to eat a snack before writing my blog or going to bed.....
So I dug in the fridge and found the left over taco meat from the night before and made myself a giant freaking taco, loaded with sour cream, queso, shredded cheese and of course meat. For some reason in my daft late night thinking I was able to JUSTIFY making such a large taco and eating it before bed. How is web browsing a good reason for over stuffing my belly with a giant taco? I really couldn't say because after I ate it I completely forgot why I thought it was a good idea. I am now sitting on my couch, with heartburn, waiting for the stupid antacids to kick in so I can get some freaking sleep! That has got to be one of the worst planned out and justified thoughts I have ever had before bed. Sometimes I wonder if I really do have a brain. I mean it for serious!
Then I got to thinking about my late-nite mistake and realized I'm probably not the only woman on earth who thinks that eating a giant late nite taco is a good idea. It disturbs me though that probably half of that number are lesbians, which i obviously am not. The startling idea that so little women have probably had the idea to eat a real taco before bed just made me feel like more of an idiot.
Enough of an idiot in fact that I'm thinking I might need a segment on a comedy show talking bout stupid crap women do without thinking. Kind of like Red Green does on the Red Green Show. "Remember, I'm pulling for ya, we're all in this together."- Red
Now if only I could remember where I put the duct tape.... because now I'm thinking that just might work better than me trying to sew anything together.
P.S. i don't care if I misspelled anything. I'm tired so shut it ; )
First laundry and some light house work. I ran behind on house work from not being able to do it earlier and because of unexpected guests. I'll have to finish what I can tomorrow.
So I was cleaning house and reorganizing things and I started to wonder if I was going to live through it. Reason? I had to fill up a whole huge storage tub of rummage goods to give away and it was painful. The bulk of the tub consisted of a small fraction of my over sized Star Wars action figure collection. That's right. I am having to part with my precious toys to make my home more space efficient. My heart about darn near ripped itself clean from my chest cavity and tried to sink into my stomach.
Shortly after the heart wrenching disaster, my best friend, Rachel dropped in for a visit. Her excuse of course was needing to use a restroom after a 5-6 hour drive from the other side of the state. With her was her adorable little mutt puppy, Sebastian. (I still think she should have named him Falcore) cause he looks a lot like the Never Ending Story character. He is just too cute to be ignored for long and housework was put off for at least a good hour.
Sebastian sniffed around everywhere looking for food. He's not allowed to eat before car trips because he gets sick. So finding out that the crazy pup likes fruit I grabbed the grapefruit off of the fridge and gave him some. I have never in my life seen a dog beg for fruit so bad in my entire life. He sat patiently in front of me waiting for me as I was peeling it. He started to lose patients and tried to distract himself by sniffing around the floor boards in my kitchen. His excitement for the fruit started to show and he tried really hard to restrain himself from whining as I finished peeling.
I dropped a piece onto the floor and watched the little pooch dig in like he was starving to death. His master said he couldn't have more so I put the rest away for Monday mornings expected visit.
Finally I had stuff sorted out and put away enough that I was finally able to get cleaned up and ready to leave the house. Around 6:30pm I arrived at an old house that has been subdivided into small apartments. I went up the stairs with my arms full of clothing and nic-nacs. It was time to sit down with my friend soon to be bride and other bridesmaids and to get to work. The steam punk wedding pieces are finally fitting together. The bride and another gal, Jen worked on cutting out gear shaped pieces from poster boards that are going to be used for part of the centerpieces. Anna, the apartment tenant worked diligently on her spats for her boots with her nifty sewing machine while giving the rest of us input.
My job was to look over what was left for flowers and stuff and to make the bucket (You'll only get that if you have ever watched Keeping Up appearances. It's a British comedy) Anyways.... So I got it all pieced together and tissue taped, except for the brassy bead strands that are just going to have to wait till later. We also got my corsage done and got input on what I have to wear so far. It appears I'm still going to need to add some lace to it to make it work. Thank God for the Handy-stitch! Without it I would be screwed. I can't sew regularly even if my life depended on it.
While we were working we decided to order some Chinese food for dinner. We put Jen in charge of placing the order and her manner and tone of voice about made us loose it. Why? Have you ever seen Two Weeks Notice? It has Sandra Bullock and Huge Grant in it. Sandra's character Lucy eats a lot of food and anytime she's really depressed or to tired to cook she orders Chinese. She orders over half the menu and they always ask her if it is just for one. Lucy always says "Yes', or "Just one fortune cookie."
Anyways since the "men' of the wedding party were socializing across the hall and we were "working" the Chinese order was for eight people and that's exactly how much Lucy order's in the movie! While Jen was placing the order for the next few minutes we tried our hardest to get her to say she wanted only one fortune cookie, just to make it fit. Sadly she was too focused on ordering to notice.
After being stuffed full (or at least I thought) I can home and set to work on the computer to start browsing for steam punk accessories that I cannot make due to my sewing handicap. 2 1/2 hours later I was finally done, and all I got was a stupid t-shirt. (just kidding!) No, I actually got a pair of dark green lace gloves to go with my outfit. Almost everything else was out of my budget.
After staring at etsy.com for so long trying to figure out what half the stuff was and prices my eyes really started to hurt. Not just from staring at the computer screen for so long, but because all of the steam punk METAL!!!!! bras about blinded me, or made me cringe in pain just trying to imagine wearing one and "trying" to be comfortable. I am certain I will not be buying one of those in the near future. In fact hopefully never.
I decided after browsing for so long and my growling unfilled stomach bugging me that I needed to eat a snack before writing my blog or going to bed.....
So I dug in the fridge and found the left over taco meat from the night before and made myself a giant freaking taco, loaded with sour cream, queso, shredded cheese and of course meat. For some reason in my daft late night thinking I was able to JUSTIFY making such a large taco and eating it before bed. How is web browsing a good reason for over stuffing my belly with a giant taco? I really couldn't say because after I ate it I completely forgot why I thought it was a good idea. I am now sitting on my couch, with heartburn, waiting for the stupid antacids to kick in so I can get some freaking sleep! That has got to be one of the worst planned out and justified thoughts I have ever had before bed. Sometimes I wonder if I really do have a brain. I mean it for serious!
Then I got to thinking about my late-nite mistake and realized I'm probably not the only woman on earth who thinks that eating a giant late nite taco is a good idea. It disturbs me though that probably half of that number are lesbians, which i obviously am not. The startling idea that so little women have probably had the idea to eat a real taco before bed just made me feel like more of an idiot.
Enough of an idiot in fact that I'm thinking I might need a segment on a comedy show talking bout stupid crap women do without thinking. Kind of like Red Green does on the Red Green Show. "Remember, I'm pulling for ya, we're all in this together."- Red
Now if only I could remember where I put the duct tape.... because now I'm thinking that just might work better than me trying to sew anything together.
P.S. i don't care if I misspelled anything. I'm tired so shut it ; )
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Worn Out
So I have just finished my second week of training at my new job. I feel really burnt out. I don't think it has anything to do with having to take in new information because I already know most of it. I think it is because for the last 5 years I have never worked 5 days in a row straight before having a day off. I'm use to having to work 2 days, have a day off, work 3 days, and have another day off.
It's going to take some time to get adjusted to this new schedule.
Once training is over, I'm going to have to make another few adjustments. I'll be starting at the bottom end of the totem pole so I'll have to work 3pm-12am to start.
The good part about that change is that I'll no longer have to work Mondays.
I won't be able to tell anyone I've got a case of the Mondays or that I'm allergic to Mondays, or allergic to Mornings either for that matter. Shucks..... I guess I'll just have to deal with it. lol.
Not a lot has really happened since I've started the new job.
I kind of like things that way. It makes my life a little more structured and cuts down on stress. Last place I worked stress about killed me. At least with the new job I'll know what to expect a little more in advance.
Friday night I went down to the the local pool hall and was hoping to play but quickly became distracted.
My friend,who is getting married end of next month, works Fridays and Saturdays down there. She and I have both been so busy we have hardly been able to talk to eachother. That's not a good thing since I am suppose to be one of the bridesmaids. She had a lot of information to go over with me and ideas and things she needs help with. It appears that tomorrow night I'll be going to her place to help put together some center pieces, get my wrist measured for a corsage, and to play around with makeup to see what is going to look the best with her outfit.
It is going to be rather tricky to pick colors and to match things up since it is a steampunk based wedding. The whole wedding party and receiption guests are all suppose to wear costumes.
I have got the main parts of my outfit ready to go. I now have to just worry about a blouse and accessories. Then I've got to work on the boyfriends outfit. his will be a little easier. The fun part is going to be buying some toy guns and jazzing them up to match the theme.
While talking things over with my friend she showed me some new pictures of the TARDIS that is going to be in the receiption call for people to have their pictures by.
It looks really good. The blue paint is all on and the police box signs that stick out from the top are almost done and ready to go.
The end of our random conversations of course was the latest gossip. I like hearing gossip, but not neccessarily repeating it.
Lately I have been trying to set time aside to clean things up around the house and to get stuff ready to be rummaged off this spring/summer. So far I have collected over 7 storage tubs of stuff and a few boxes worth.
When I'm not working on that project or at work I have been working on a book that I have been writing since 2008. Every minute spent writing, typing, and editing brings me closer to my eventual goal to have it published.It is a difficult task, but I believe it is worth it. Someday I'll get there.
I have been having some fibromyalgia issues, but nothing serious. Lately I just haven't really been myself. I think I was what the professionals call "brain cycling" because I have been having random problems here and there with trying to stay focused or remembering things.
For example I managed to forgeet my dad's birthday last month, and today I forgot where I was suppose to go or what I was suppose to be doing at work. Today at first I thought it was just cause I was tired, but then I realized I was having difficulty remembeing the names of people in my training class. I'm usually really good with names. Yikes!
Like all things, this to will come to pass. That I am certain of.
So far I really like the new job. Their ethics and policies are easy to conform to, but I will not lie. I missed all my friends/co-workers I made at my last job. It kind of pains me when I drive by the old place on my way to work. I hope not to forget them. They are wonderful people.
I feel in time I will make many new friends at the new job too. I just have to be patient.
It's going to take some time to get adjusted to this new schedule.
Once training is over, I'm going to have to make another few adjustments. I'll be starting at the bottom end of the totem pole so I'll have to work 3pm-12am to start.
The good part about that change is that I'll no longer have to work Mondays.
I won't be able to tell anyone I've got a case of the Mondays or that I'm allergic to Mondays, or allergic to Mornings either for that matter. Shucks..... I guess I'll just have to deal with it. lol.
Not a lot has really happened since I've started the new job.
I kind of like things that way. It makes my life a little more structured and cuts down on stress. Last place I worked stress about killed me. At least with the new job I'll know what to expect a little more in advance.
Friday night I went down to the the local pool hall and was hoping to play but quickly became distracted.
My friend,who is getting married end of next month, works Fridays and Saturdays down there. She and I have both been so busy we have hardly been able to talk to eachother. That's not a good thing since I am suppose to be one of the bridesmaids. She had a lot of information to go over with me and ideas and things she needs help with. It appears that tomorrow night I'll be going to her place to help put together some center pieces, get my wrist measured for a corsage, and to play around with makeup to see what is going to look the best with her outfit.
It is going to be rather tricky to pick colors and to match things up since it is a steampunk based wedding. The whole wedding party and receiption guests are all suppose to wear costumes.
I have got the main parts of my outfit ready to go. I now have to just worry about a blouse and accessories. Then I've got to work on the boyfriends outfit. his will be a little easier. The fun part is going to be buying some toy guns and jazzing them up to match the theme.
While talking things over with my friend she showed me some new pictures of the TARDIS that is going to be in the receiption call for people to have their pictures by.
It looks really good. The blue paint is all on and the police box signs that stick out from the top are almost done and ready to go.
The end of our random conversations of course was the latest gossip. I like hearing gossip, but not neccessarily repeating it.
Lately I have been trying to set time aside to clean things up around the house and to get stuff ready to be rummaged off this spring/summer. So far I have collected over 7 storage tubs of stuff and a few boxes worth.
When I'm not working on that project or at work I have been working on a book that I have been writing since 2008. Every minute spent writing, typing, and editing brings me closer to my eventual goal to have it published.It is a difficult task, but I believe it is worth it. Someday I'll get there.
I have been having some fibromyalgia issues, but nothing serious. Lately I just haven't really been myself. I think I was what the professionals call "brain cycling" because I have been having random problems here and there with trying to stay focused or remembering things.
For example I managed to forgeet my dad's birthday last month, and today I forgot where I was suppose to go or what I was suppose to be doing at work. Today at first I thought it was just cause I was tired, but then I realized I was having difficulty remembeing the names of people in my training class. I'm usually really good with names. Yikes!
Like all things, this to will come to pass. That I am certain of.
So far I really like the new job. Their ethics and policies are easy to conform to, but I will not lie. I missed all my friends/co-workers I made at my last job. It kind of pains me when I drive by the old place on my way to work. I hope not to forget them. They are wonderful people.
I feel in time I will make many new friends at the new job too. I just have to be patient.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Folding laundry, and trying to count blessings
The boyfriend's little 2 year old girl stayed with us again this weekend.
There really isn't a lot to say considering she wasn't really feeling very good so
she was a crab apple the majority of the time we had her.
However Sunday afternoon I was folding clean wash clothes to put away. Every single time I was in the middle of folding one she would grab an un-folded on and put it on top of the one I was folding. "Missed a spot." She kept saying. LOL. It was annoying and cute at the same time.
Then she found the dryer sheet and thought it was a a facial tissue and tried to blow her nose with it. It didn't work very well. She told me it was itchy.
I had more than enough care bears to last me awhile. That's because every time we turned on the TV she kept shouting " Care Bears!" ...... over and over again, until one of us would cave in and let her watch her Care Bears.
We also had to limit how many stuffed animals are allowed to go to bed with her now. She tried to take all eleven care bears, a puppy, and kitty to bed with her. Her little playpen/bed was so full there was hardly room for her.
She about threw a fit from hell this morning when I left for work because she didn't want me to go. Luckily she just fussed a bit and called it done.
Tuesday's are my Monday so it was back to work today. Pretty boring day except for being attacked by my hand lotion.
I was trying to squeeze it out of the tube and it didn't want to come out. Finally it did and sprayed all over my face and glasses. I had to excuse myself from training class to go clean them off. It took over five minutes to get rid of all the smears. *sigh*
The day could have been worse. It could have gone down hill faster than a wagon full of fat kids. I guess I should just shut up and count my blessings. :)
There really isn't a lot to say considering she wasn't really feeling very good so
she was a crab apple the majority of the time we had her.
However Sunday afternoon I was folding clean wash clothes to put away. Every single time I was in the middle of folding one she would grab an un-folded on and put it on top of the one I was folding. "Missed a spot." She kept saying. LOL. It was annoying and cute at the same time.
Then she found the dryer sheet and thought it was a a facial tissue and tried to blow her nose with it. It didn't work very well. She told me it was itchy.
I had more than enough care bears to last me awhile. That's because every time we turned on the TV she kept shouting " Care Bears!" ...... over and over again, until one of us would cave in and let her watch her Care Bears.
We also had to limit how many stuffed animals are allowed to go to bed with her now. She tried to take all eleven care bears, a puppy, and kitty to bed with her. Her little playpen/bed was so full there was hardly room for her.
She about threw a fit from hell this morning when I left for work because she didn't want me to go. Luckily she just fussed a bit and called it done.
Tuesday's are my Monday so it was back to work today. Pretty boring day except for being attacked by my hand lotion.
I was trying to squeeze it out of the tube and it didn't want to come out. Finally it did and sprayed all over my face and glasses. I had to excuse myself from training class to go clean them off. It took over five minutes to get rid of all the smears. *sigh*
The day could have been worse. It could have gone down hill faster than a wagon full of fat kids. I guess I should just shut up and count my blessings. :)
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Strange week and a random memories of a few awkward moments that might cause some problems.
So I ended up taking the job with the really laid back company and left the other place I was working. the new place is..... The one with the lady working the front desk complaining about hot flashes and employees wearing pajamas. lol
My first day was orientation and interesting,
During our first break I found a girl sick in the bathroom puking up her guts and had to find someone in management to help her.
The head HR gal ordered us pizza for lunch and was so excited to have ordered "salami pizza". WTF?
I about died laughing because I was choking on a free package of fruit snacks.
Towards the end of the day the other HR lady came to discuss benefit packages and she was so excited and energetic that she failed to pay attention to what was behind her.
One minutes she's discussing how holiday pay works, then next she had a MASSIVE EPIC FAIL!
She tripped over a desk leg and fumbled backwards knocking over a picture board, and on the way knocking stuff off of a nearby desk. Bam! Right on her butt she went hitting the floor.
Luckily no one suffered any major injuries.
Yesterday and today I've been training for the new job. And I've got another 3 1/2 weeks left to go.
I've been struggling staying awake and attentive because everything covered so far was stuff I had to learn over 10 years ago when I worked at Radio shack. I don't know what the gal sitting next to me had as an excuse, but she DID keep falling asleep. Luckily the trainer didn't notice.
Then I recently discovered that this girl that partied with me and a bunch of my other pals in high school is now a trainer at my new job. She's just not my trainer.
That's a good thing. I honestly don't think I'd be able to take her very seriously. Why? I'll explain...
Okay way back in my high school days I partied A LOT. I smoked many cigarettes and got shit face drunk about every other weekend.
Anyways.... When I saw her at my new workplace the other day and she told me that she's a trainer; I got this mental picture of her smoking a cigarette, passing a bong, and drinking some jagermeister while trying to teach. lol
Then I had one of those OMG WHY DID I HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT moments.
I recalled my 18th birthday where we all met at my parents house before making arrangements to go out.
We almost got caught with lots of alcohol. eek! ..... Then my car window exploded just because.
Towards the end of the night we ended up at the house of the boyfriend of one of my other friends.
Anyways this cigarette, bong, drinking- now trainer gal got really trashed.
She went back into the bedroom to lay down with her eyes closed cause she was really dizzy.
We kind of forgot where she went and eventually my friend and her boyfriend went back there to do...well you know... Next thing we all hear screaming. We thought someone was dying and all went into a panic.
Trainer lady comes running out if the room grossed out and freaking out.
Apparently she had passed out and the other two had mistaken her for a pillow cause they were so sloshed.... and were laying on her while doing you know what.
YUCKY! Why would my brain choose that memory???? WTF? Seriously?
So now I'm all sorts of worried that when I run into her again that I'm just gonna open my mouth, but forget to insert foot.
"Hey (name). Come across any interesting pillows lately?" ... That would be bad. Really bad.
Then I also noticed this other guy that that I will call Jim. Anyways Jim went to school with my brother at Black Hills State University. He also was way to into porno, partying, trying to get laid, and being very lazy. So lazy in fact that he never wore shoes with laces. Instead he'd wear old people Velcro shoes.
My brother and his friends called him "Creepy Jim" and then we found out Jim is cousins with this other guy that hung out with me and my friends at the time. Somehow it spread and everyone started calling him "Creepy Jim."
Seeing him was an almost insert foot in mouth moment as well. I caught myself and bit my lip right before I was going to shout "Hey... Creepy Jim! How's it hanging? Never mind. I don't want to know."
Instead my co-workers heard "hemm hmmm pee i oreo?" Since I was REALLY lip biting.
Some impression huh? I wouldn't be surprised if they all think I have tourettes or something strange.
I'm just glad no one asked my what the heck I was REALLY trying to say.
So I have spent the bulk of the day biting my lip and trying really hard not to speak unless needed. I cannot really afford a Freudian slip of the mouth If I want to keep this job. I'm hoping my brain will catch up and the gutter filter turns on soon or this could be a long couple of weeks.
Plus I've got a horrible image of that guy from the "Just for Men" hair color commercials because one of the gals in my class for what ever reason decided to tell me ..."I just want to grab his hair and uhmmm." This gal is about my age. That guy is like 70 something! Yucky.
So not only am I trying to avoid the gutter till my filter is operational, but I'm hearing over things that's making it so hard for me to even ATTEMPT to FILTER.
Dear blog readers.....
Speaking of awkward moments every family has them, but so far I am sure that nothing compares to my family......
One sunny day my dad is sitting out front of the house drinking a beer, smoking a cigar, with his golf clubs. He was waiting for his buddy to come pick him up.
My friend CJ drops by to give me a shirt back she borrowed. (I think that's what it was)
Anyways CJ recognized my dad from having worked with him at her old job.
" Hey. How's it going?" CJ asks.
"Pretty good. Just waiting for my ride." My dad replies.
At that point CJ noticed the towel hanging off of my dad's golf club bag.
"Why do you have a HOOTERS towel?" She asked.
Trying hard to keep a straight face ( from what I've heard) My dad replies.....
"I've got to wipe my balls somehow. You got a better idea?"
Poor CJ was terrified. She never came to my parents house again.
There are many of those awkward moments in my family. I remember things my grandma had said, specially since she's gone now. Things that One could consider quite inappropriate for a lady her age.
Me: "Mom look at this hug pen I got to bring home from work."
Mom: "OMG! It looks like a dildo."
Grandma (legally blind):"What's a dildo? Let me see this pen."
Mom hands my grandma the pen and she feels it: "Oh, you mean a toy *****"
Later on my friend Mel was over visiting. I tell her about the pen and what my grandma said.
My mom walks into the room.
Mom: "Do I look tacky enough?"
Us: "Huh?"
Mom: "I'm going to a tacky bunco party."
Us: "Very tacky." We gave her the thumbs up.
Mom: " By the way did you know that in the old days dildos use to be made out of wood or carved ivory? Sailors use to make them and leave them for their wives before going off to sea."
Me: "Really? That's interesting."
Mel: "Are you you two really talking about that?" She was obviously shocked.
Mom and Me" "yeah. whatever. We don't care."
My mom leaves for the tacky party.
Mel: "Your family is funny, but that kinda freaked me out a little."
Another time on the way to place mini golf with my cousin from Canada for her birthday.......
Grandma:"That lotion smells good. What is in it?"
Me: "Hemp, which is basically treated THC."
Grandma: "What is that?"
Me: "Wed."
Grandma: "I still don't follow."
Me: "Marijuana."
Grandma: "Sweet! Can you get high if you try to eat it?"
Me: " I don't know." I laughed really hard.
I about pissed my pants.
See where I am going with this? How am I ever going to get that mouth filter working so I can keep this job? The lack of insert foot is genetic.
I fear I might be hosed.
Any suggestions?
My first day was orientation and interesting,
During our first break I found a girl sick in the bathroom puking up her guts and had to find someone in management to help her.
The head HR gal ordered us pizza for lunch and was so excited to have ordered "salami pizza". WTF?
I about died laughing because I was choking on a free package of fruit snacks.
Towards the end of the day the other HR lady came to discuss benefit packages and she was so excited and energetic that she failed to pay attention to what was behind her.
One minutes she's discussing how holiday pay works, then next she had a MASSIVE EPIC FAIL!
She tripped over a desk leg and fumbled backwards knocking over a picture board, and on the way knocking stuff off of a nearby desk. Bam! Right on her butt she went hitting the floor.
Luckily no one suffered any major injuries.
Yesterday and today I've been training for the new job. And I've got another 3 1/2 weeks left to go.
I've been struggling staying awake and attentive because everything covered so far was stuff I had to learn over 10 years ago when I worked at Radio shack. I don't know what the gal sitting next to me had as an excuse, but she DID keep falling asleep. Luckily the trainer didn't notice.
Then I recently discovered that this girl that partied with me and a bunch of my other pals in high school is now a trainer at my new job. She's just not my trainer.
That's a good thing. I honestly don't think I'd be able to take her very seriously. Why? I'll explain...
Okay way back in my high school days I partied A LOT. I smoked many cigarettes and got shit face drunk about every other weekend.
Anyways.... When I saw her at my new workplace the other day and she told me that she's a trainer; I got this mental picture of her smoking a cigarette, passing a bong, and drinking some jagermeister while trying to teach. lol
Then I had one of those OMG WHY DID I HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT moments.
I recalled my 18th birthday where we all met at my parents house before making arrangements to go out.
We almost got caught with lots of alcohol. eek! ..... Then my car window exploded just because.
Towards the end of the night we ended up at the house of the boyfriend of one of my other friends.
Anyways this cigarette, bong, drinking- now trainer gal got really trashed.
She went back into the bedroom to lay down with her eyes closed cause she was really dizzy.
We kind of forgot where she went and eventually my friend and her boyfriend went back there to do...well you know... Next thing we all hear screaming. We thought someone was dying and all went into a panic.
Trainer lady comes running out if the room grossed out and freaking out.
Apparently she had passed out and the other two had mistaken her for a pillow cause they were so sloshed.... and were laying on her while doing you know what.
YUCKY! Why would my brain choose that memory???? WTF? Seriously?
So now I'm all sorts of worried that when I run into her again that I'm just gonna open my mouth, but forget to insert foot.
"Hey (name). Come across any interesting pillows lately?" ... That would be bad. Really bad.
Then I also noticed this other guy that that I will call Jim. Anyways Jim went to school with my brother at Black Hills State University. He also was way to into porno, partying, trying to get laid, and being very lazy. So lazy in fact that he never wore shoes with laces. Instead he'd wear old people Velcro shoes.
My brother and his friends called him "Creepy Jim" and then we found out Jim is cousins with this other guy that hung out with me and my friends at the time. Somehow it spread and everyone started calling him "Creepy Jim."
Seeing him was an almost insert foot in mouth moment as well. I caught myself and bit my lip right before I was going to shout "Hey... Creepy Jim! How's it hanging? Never mind. I don't want to know."
Instead my co-workers heard "hemm hmmm pee i oreo?" Since I was REALLY lip biting.
Some impression huh? I wouldn't be surprised if they all think I have tourettes or something strange.
I'm just glad no one asked my what the heck I was REALLY trying to say.
So I have spent the bulk of the day biting my lip and trying really hard not to speak unless needed. I cannot really afford a Freudian slip of the mouth If I want to keep this job. I'm hoping my brain will catch up and the gutter filter turns on soon or this could be a long couple of weeks.
Plus I've got a horrible image of that guy from the "Just for Men" hair color commercials because one of the gals in my class for what ever reason decided to tell me ..."I just want to grab his hair and uhmmm." This gal is about my age. That guy is like 70 something! Yucky.
So not only am I trying to avoid the gutter till my filter is operational, but I'm hearing over things that's making it so hard for me to even ATTEMPT to FILTER.
Dear blog readers.....
Speaking of awkward moments every family has them, but so far I am sure that nothing compares to my family......
One sunny day my dad is sitting out front of the house drinking a beer, smoking a cigar, with his golf clubs. He was waiting for his buddy to come pick him up.
My friend CJ drops by to give me a shirt back she borrowed. (I think that's what it was)
Anyways CJ recognized my dad from having worked with him at her old job.
" Hey. How's it going?" CJ asks.
"Pretty good. Just waiting for my ride." My dad replies.
At that point CJ noticed the towel hanging off of my dad's golf club bag.
"Why do you have a HOOTERS towel?" She asked.
Trying hard to keep a straight face ( from what I've heard) My dad replies.....
"I've got to wipe my balls somehow. You got a better idea?"
Poor CJ was terrified. She never came to my parents house again.
There are many of those awkward moments in my family. I remember things my grandma had said, specially since she's gone now. Things that One could consider quite inappropriate for a lady her age.
Me: "Mom look at this hug pen I got to bring home from work."
Mom: "OMG! It looks like a dildo."
Grandma (legally blind):"What's a dildo? Let me see this pen."
Mom hands my grandma the pen and she feels it: "Oh, you mean a toy *****"
Later on my friend Mel was over visiting. I tell her about the pen and what my grandma said.
My mom walks into the room.
Mom: "Do I look tacky enough?"
Us: "Huh?"
Mom: "I'm going to a tacky bunco party."
Us: "Very tacky." We gave her the thumbs up.
Mom: " By the way did you know that in the old days dildos use to be made out of wood or carved ivory? Sailors use to make them and leave them for their wives before going off to sea."
Me: "Really? That's interesting."
Mel: "Are you you two really talking about that?" She was obviously shocked.
Mom and Me" "yeah. whatever. We don't care."
My mom leaves for the tacky party.
Mel: "Your family is funny, but that kinda freaked me out a little."
Another time on the way to place mini golf with my cousin from Canada for her birthday.......
Grandma:"That lotion smells good. What is in it?"
Me: "Hemp, which is basically treated THC."
Grandma: "What is that?"
Me: "Wed."
Grandma: "I still don't follow."
Me: "Marijuana."
Grandma: "Sweet! Can you get high if you try to eat it?"
Me: " I don't know." I laughed really hard.
I about pissed my pants.
See where I am going with this? How am I ever going to get that mouth filter working so I can keep this job? The lack of insert foot is genetic.
I fear I might be hosed.
Any suggestions?
Monday, April 4, 2011
Neat pictures I have taken
In this one the palm tree has a face
Ever see a pine tree where to cones are in the middle of the branch instead of the end?
This is what the same tree looks like sitting in it and looking up
I just think these next ones are pretty
Devil's Tower
A tree in Spearfish Canyon
Fallen tree in Black Hills National Forrest
Farm weeds
old mail box
Sunday, April 3, 2011
What is the matter with me???
The boyfriend and I had made a trip to Keystone yesterday to just go for a drive and to see what was open.
To his utter excitement Rushmore Taffy had already opened its doors for the season.
We bought a few pounds of taffy and looked around a bit.
We stopped between the post office and the Fudge Shop so that I could have a cigarette. I walked up to the butt can that the employees are suppose to use and lit up.
"I don't think you should be smoking right there." The boyfriend said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Propane tank." He said.
I turned and looked back at the butt can and was rather shocked to find a rather good sized propane tank behind it hiding faintly behind the post office employee only parking sign.
WTF! Really? Apparently someone has no brains. Who would be stupid enough to but something that could possibly catch fire next to a gas tank? ... Only in SD. I swear.It takes all kinds to make the world turn and in SD's case all kinds to make tourists see how stupid we are.
Being so Ironic and just down right stupid the boyfriend couldn't resist and took a picture of it with his camera phone. Maybe someday If I get around to it I'll post it on here somewhere.
After the cigarette was done we went into the fudge shop to have some ice cream. I'm usually a fan of just about anything except for mint chip, moose tracks, and rocky road. I usually cannot make up my mind and stick with chocolate. This time though I noticed a strange ice cream I've never seen before. The Land of Lakes label read Caramel Caribou. So I thought I'd give it a go.
It is caramel syrup, and vanilla ice cream with small miniature coated peanut butter cups.
IT WAS AWESOME!
I now have a new favorite :) It was so rich and sweet that I about died and went to heaven eating it.
Anyways so we were sitting in the shop eating ice cream and I noticed they had a wall with t-shirts on display to buy. I began reading them.
One caught my eye and I never really noticed it before.
Stressed spelled backwards is desserts.
So I've been thinking about the irony of that phrase. Is it just me or does getting stressed require the eating of chocolate to get unstressed? I am thinking not so much.
So next time if someone asks me if I'm stressed out I'm going to reply
"Stressed spelled backwards is desserts and if you don't want me stressed any longer you better get me MY MOTHER FRICKEN CHOCOLATE!" LOL
When I haven't had chocolate on my mind today and wasn't thinking about the little things in life I had time to contemplate the meaning of life and arrived at the theory that life is not a box of chocolates but a fricken ride on crazy express. the only thing that gets rid of the crazy (well my crazy at least) Is the ability to take out the crazy on others OR to eat CHOCOLATE. LOL
So to spare the general public from my case of... I don't have tourettes; random thoughts just spill out of my mouth: I have decided that I am going to now hold people at ransom for chocolate or else deal with my dirty pirate mouth.
So next time any of you see me you better darn well give me chocolate... OR ELSE!
Anyways today was pretty boring apart from my chocolate epiphany.
The only strange thing that happened today was this absolutely HORRIBLE sneeze I let out about an hour ago. I sneezed so hard that I thought my water broke, then I remembered I'm not pregnant.
To my utter dismay the sneeze made me pee my pants a little. I'm just glad that I didn't have enough wind to knock the nuts out of a tree. Can you imagine the mess that would have left?
How would I explain that one to the boyfriend?
"Honey, something has happened to my brain and I have apparently forgotten how to use the toilet. I need to be potty-trained again." Yeah... um.... NOOO!!!! Seriously though, it was embarrassing enough.
........ Now you know why I hate allergy season. *sigh*
On a slightly more random thought I have decided that I need a beer helmet. That way when I play Halo online I can use the full ability of my hands to kill stuff. JUST KIDDING! Relax.
Women cannot play non stop like men do. If I were to drink that much soda I'd have to pee a lot and miss out on the fun. I cannot do the cliche thing and pee in a bottle.
You may be one of those random people out there reading this blog going "What the heck is the matter with this girl?"
I'll tell you the answer..... There is nothing the matter with me. I might have a few bolts loose or some marbles missing, but who doesn't these days. Just be thankful that I haven't fallen of my rocker yet :)
Last random rubbling for the day. When I just went to spell check before posting this WTF showed up as wrong and asked me if I meant MWF.
Since when does WTF even remotely resemble an abbreviation for split days of the week anyways? I cannot believe how remotely odd that even is.
To his utter excitement Rushmore Taffy had already opened its doors for the season.
We bought a few pounds of taffy and looked around a bit.
We stopped between the post office and the Fudge Shop so that I could have a cigarette. I walked up to the butt can that the employees are suppose to use and lit up.
"I don't think you should be smoking right there." The boyfriend said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Propane tank." He said.
I turned and looked back at the butt can and was rather shocked to find a rather good sized propane tank behind it hiding faintly behind the post office employee only parking sign.
WTF! Really? Apparently someone has no brains. Who would be stupid enough to but something that could possibly catch fire next to a gas tank? ... Only in SD. I swear.It takes all kinds to make the world turn and in SD's case all kinds to make tourists see how stupid we are.
Being so Ironic and just down right stupid the boyfriend couldn't resist and took a picture of it with his camera phone. Maybe someday If I get around to it I'll post it on here somewhere.
After the cigarette was done we went into the fudge shop to have some ice cream. I'm usually a fan of just about anything except for mint chip, moose tracks, and rocky road. I usually cannot make up my mind and stick with chocolate. This time though I noticed a strange ice cream I've never seen before. The Land of Lakes label read Caramel Caribou. So I thought I'd give it a go.
It is caramel syrup, and vanilla ice cream with small miniature coated peanut butter cups.
IT WAS AWESOME!
I now have a new favorite :) It was so rich and sweet that I about died and went to heaven eating it.
Anyways so we were sitting in the shop eating ice cream and I noticed they had a wall with t-shirts on display to buy. I began reading them.
One caught my eye and I never really noticed it before.
Stressed spelled backwards is desserts.
So I've been thinking about the irony of that phrase. Is it just me or does getting stressed require the eating of chocolate to get unstressed? I am thinking not so much.
So next time if someone asks me if I'm stressed out I'm going to reply
"Stressed spelled backwards is desserts and if you don't want me stressed any longer you better get me MY MOTHER FRICKEN CHOCOLATE!" LOL
When I haven't had chocolate on my mind today and wasn't thinking about the little things in life I had time to contemplate the meaning of life and arrived at the theory that life is not a box of chocolates but a fricken ride on crazy express. the only thing that gets rid of the crazy (well my crazy at least) Is the ability to take out the crazy on others OR to eat CHOCOLATE. LOL
So to spare the general public from my case of... I don't have tourettes; random thoughts just spill out of my mouth: I have decided that I am going to now hold people at ransom for chocolate or else deal with my dirty pirate mouth.
So next time any of you see me you better darn well give me chocolate... OR ELSE!
Anyways today was pretty boring apart from my chocolate epiphany.
The only strange thing that happened today was this absolutely HORRIBLE sneeze I let out about an hour ago. I sneezed so hard that I thought my water broke, then I remembered I'm not pregnant.
To my utter dismay the sneeze made me pee my pants a little. I'm just glad that I didn't have enough wind to knock the nuts out of a tree. Can you imagine the mess that would have left?
How would I explain that one to the boyfriend?
"Honey, something has happened to my brain and I have apparently forgotten how to use the toilet. I need to be potty-trained again." Yeah... um.... NOOO!!!! Seriously though, it was embarrassing enough.
........ Now you know why I hate allergy season. *sigh*
On a slightly more random thought I have decided that I need a beer helmet. That way when I play Halo online I can use the full ability of my hands to kill stuff. JUST KIDDING! Relax.
Women cannot play non stop like men do. If I were to drink that much soda I'd have to pee a lot and miss out on the fun. I cannot do the cliche thing and pee in a bottle.
You may be one of those random people out there reading this blog going "What the heck is the matter with this girl?"
I'll tell you the answer..... There is nothing the matter with me. I might have a few bolts loose or some marbles missing, but who doesn't these days. Just be thankful that I haven't fallen of my rocker yet :)
Last random rubbling for the day. When I just went to spell check before posting this WTF showed up as wrong and asked me if I meant MWF.
Since when does WTF even remotely resemble an abbreviation for split days of the week anyways? I cannot believe how remotely odd that even is.
Public Service Annoucment to Halo players and parents.......
Public service message to... Halo campers ( the one's that like to use camo, take the sword, and hide out at the top of the lift on slayer sword base map),
My gaming colleagues and I would like to bring to your attention that camping out is NOT COOL.
Technically waiting there for the kill over and over again is down right low, rude, and down right un-sportsman like.
Camping is not something a player should do to get more kills. It just makes you a worse player by not getting in the practice of the kill and doesn't teach a player any skill.
Further more crouching down over a body repeatedly to "teabag" dead opposing teammate is also immature and disgusting and is not tolerated by many. Every wonder why no one wants to play with you? That is part of the reason.
To parents who let there children play Halo should:
1) monitor when they are allowed to play
2) teach their children strong moral fiber by punishing them for.....
A) camping out
B) foul language in and out of game play and for EVEN KNOWING WHAT "TEA BAGGING" IS.
C) teach children that the ethnicity or gender of players doesn't matter.
D) not allow children to use headset devices if they are going to be badmouthing everyone and everything
throughout game play.
Tonite my teammates and I had the most unfortunate pleasure of playing with a 12 year old kid whose little sister was in bed and he was left home alone to watch her. He also admitting to not knowing where his mom goes all the time.
As a result of the lack of supervision he insulted my female gender (big mistake. I made him into ground chuck meat), made fun of people in South Dakota, insulted my teammates in regards to their ethnic back rounds (Such as being broke and living in the hood) teabaged a lot, bragged about everything he did, and used such dirty and horrible words and phrases that even this chica (me) who has The dirty mouth of a sailor wanted so badly to wash his mouth out with soap, find a nice "switch" and beat his little butt raw.
Due to his lack of a caring, moral teaching parent we had to boot him from our party.
Oh and yeah.... girls have vaginas, but that can still kick ass at Halo. Don't think that trying to target girl players is going to get you more kills. About 90% of the time it just makes you die more.
We felt bad for the kid's lack of discipline, but could not handle his horrible remarks to allow him to continue playing with us. It was horrible! I wonder how many times that kid has gotten in trouble or expelled from school due to his behavior.
In regards to joining a gaming party:
It doesn't fricken matter what you want to play or not. That is for the host of the party to decide.
Don't be hot headed and throw a temper tantrum because you don't want to play grif ball, hockey, skee-ball, or head hunter. If you do not want to play those and the host does do not accept the invite or shut your freak'n mouth and deal with it.
Politeness is key to a good game and good team building. It is also a skill needed to be used in everyday life.
Don't be a menace. Place nice. If you don't you can get banned from "said" party and even be given very negative player feedback. Too much negative feedback and you can get put on Halo probation or in rare instances even be banned from Halo Reach for XBOX Live.
This public service announcement has been brought to you by,
Eric, sickjay, nirvana1138, and party host KrazyAce
We thank you for your time.
My gaming colleagues and I would like to bring to your attention that camping out is NOT COOL.
Technically waiting there for the kill over and over again is down right low, rude, and down right un-sportsman like.
Camping is not something a player should do to get more kills. It just makes you a worse player by not getting in the practice of the kill and doesn't teach a player any skill.
Further more crouching down over a body repeatedly to "teabag" dead opposing teammate is also immature and disgusting and is not tolerated by many. Every wonder why no one wants to play with you? That is part of the reason.
To parents who let there children play Halo should:
1) monitor when they are allowed to play
2) teach their children strong moral fiber by punishing them for.....
A) camping out
B) foul language in and out of game play and for EVEN KNOWING WHAT "TEA BAGGING" IS.
C) teach children that the ethnicity or gender of players doesn't matter.
D) not allow children to use headset devices if they are going to be badmouthing everyone and everything
throughout game play.
Tonite my teammates and I had the most unfortunate pleasure of playing with a 12 year old kid whose little sister was in bed and he was left home alone to watch her. He also admitting to not knowing where his mom goes all the time.
As a result of the lack of supervision he insulted my female gender (big mistake. I made him into ground chuck meat), made fun of people in South Dakota, insulted my teammates in regards to their ethnic back rounds (Such as being broke and living in the hood) teabaged a lot, bragged about everything he did, and used such dirty and horrible words and phrases that even this chica (me) who has The dirty mouth of a sailor wanted so badly to wash his mouth out with soap, find a nice "switch" and beat his little butt raw.
Due to his lack of a caring, moral teaching parent we had to boot him from our party.
Oh and yeah.... girls have vaginas, but that can still kick ass at Halo. Don't think that trying to target girl players is going to get you more kills. About 90% of the time it just makes you die more.
We felt bad for the kid's lack of discipline, but could not handle his horrible remarks to allow him to continue playing with us. It was horrible! I wonder how many times that kid has gotten in trouble or expelled from school due to his behavior.
In regards to joining a gaming party:
It doesn't fricken matter what you want to play or not. That is for the host of the party to decide.
Don't be hot headed and throw a temper tantrum because you don't want to play grif ball, hockey, skee-ball, or head hunter. If you do not want to play those and the host does do not accept the invite or shut your freak'n mouth and deal with it.
Politeness is key to a good game and good team building. It is also a skill needed to be used in everyday life.
Don't be a menace. Place nice. If you don't you can get banned from "said" party and even be given very negative player feedback. Too much negative feedback and you can get put on Halo probation or in rare instances even be banned from Halo Reach for XBOX Live.
This public service announcement has been brought to you by,
Eric, sickjay, nirvana1138, and party host KrazyAce
We thank you for your time.
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