Thursday, September 29, 2005

Getting ready for the move

So I might not be "bloggin'" for a little while (like that's something new), due to the move. I'm not looking forward to the cat's reactions... Buddy yowls and Grace is horrible once we are at the new place. Buddy's fine at the new place, but Grace takes a couple of days. They're still pretty clueless right now... poor cats! :)

My new place (from what I hear) has a decently sized (and mostly private) back yard, a garage and a place for a washer and dryer. I'm happy about all of these things!! Oh, it's a duplex, so I'm only sharing one wall now. It's a step up from apartments and that's great.

A friend is picking up the U-Haul trailer and dropping it off tomorrow afternoon... and my uncle and cousin will be helping me with the actual move. I'm just hoping it will be quick and moderately painless. I'm probably going to put the cats in the jeep with me... I just can't imagine putting them in the U-Haul, although it might be better on my nerves. Hopefully I'll be able to keep them calmer if they are with me. ???

Okay. Well, I'm signing off for now... until I get everything situated in the new place!

Off to a new adventure!

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Roger and me

This summer, as I was driving back home from a trip to my mom's house, I decided I wanted a picture of me and Roger. Especially since it was a gorgeous, sunny day on the coast! So I took a picture while I was driving... You can't exactly see the scenery or anything, but it's one of my favorite pictures of us two. It looks like I'm talking on a cellphone, but it's actually the camera.

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Sunday, September 25, 2005

National Talk Like A Pirate Day

September 19th was National Talk Like A Pirate Day. Of course I couldn't really dress up like a pirate where I work, but in honor I wore a wristband that had a skull and crossbones and on the other side it says, "Dead men tell no tales"... Rayleen got it for me when she went to Disneyland. :)

Flash back to about two or three months ago... I was wearing my "I love pirates" bracelet that Rayleen got for me when a guy asked me if it were my Jeep out there in the parking lot - obviously because of the licence plate and jolly roger flag. I told him it was and we got into a lively conversation about pirates. I never saw him after that...

Flash forward to September 19th... And I saw that guy again with his wife, two small children and baby. They were all dressed as pirates! And he carried a ukelele!!! I wish I had a camera then!!! They sang to me the pirate song from the VeggieTales movie, and since they had the words printed out, I sang along - totally embarrassing most of the people in the store.

At first I was embarrassed, but then I figured they were having tons of fun and it was almost like a singing telegram... not that I would ever want one again. But it was done in great fun!!!!

Here's a pic of the song sheet and the "booty" they gave us (homemade peanut butter cookies):

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Even though this is a little late, HAPPY NATIONAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY!!!

Sunday, September 18, 2005


I had to try it...

Dolphin Tattoo

What tattoo would you have?
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Thursday, September 15, 2005

American dream?

I'm watching "You've Got Mail" on DVD and I started thinking, "What an awesome little shop she has. I would love to have something like that!". What is that? Is that an American thing? Or do you think other people in other nations have the same desire, to have a business of their own? Or is it a stability/ownership thing? Is it an age thing? What is this?!?!?!?!!???

I can't bear to think of buying a home because I think (sometimes) that I'm a gypsy and I move too much. But the thought of owning a small business... that's a nice thought! So what's the difference?

OMG... am I growing up?!?!?!?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Somebody say it isn't so!!!!

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

People are strange

I'm beginning to think I just have too high of expectations for people. I had to work with a "new" pharmacist recently and I talked to her on the phone briefly before meeting her in person. I gave her directions to our store and told her it was about a two hour drive from where she was. She seemed nice. Let's call her "Jane". On the first day Jane was supposed to work with us, she was half an hour late. I got to hear ALL DAY about how it's really a two and a half hour drive and the next time I told somebody how far it was, make sure to tell them two and a half hours. All day.
I've made it in less than two hours in my jeep.

Jane showed up wearing checkered pants, a nice-ish sweater top and comfortable shoes (which makes sense as we are standing all day). Her gray hair was pulled back into a reasonable, out of the way ponytail that was placed low on her head. She wore no makeup, which is fine... But to top off the look, she wore a big flannel jacket.

Jane looks like she is from Eugene and has a stand at the Saturday Market.

During the day she started telling us "funny" stories... And also told us that somebody in one of the other stores didn't appreciate her humor and "told on her". She was trying to get us to reassure her that we wouldn't rat her out. After receiving what she took as approval, she proceeded to tell us basically any story that included the following words: vagina, vaginal, vaginally and condom.

And of course she couldn't tell these stories too loud, so she would get really close to us to tell us... Way into my personal bubble!!!

Speaking of oddness, the Phlatulant Pharmacist is up to something. He's been getting bold lately. The other evening after I left, the cashier told me about his behavior and some of the things he was saying. I told our pharmacy manager because I swear it sounds like he's on something!!! There will be no partaking of the merchandise, mister!

He was jumping (literally) around the pharmacy and hopping or skipping from med to med. He complained about me a lot, which is normal and expected. He started talking crap about a baby. A BABY!!! The mother is 16 years old and we know her... We have pictures of the baby in the pharmacy because he's a sweetheart of a baby and the grandmother (who is my age) works with us. Apparently he hates the pictures and every time he sees them he gets mad. So of course I posted my pictures of the baby in a very obvious location. Hehehehe.

And the kicker: He started to say the "N" word!!! He got half of it out before stopping. The cashier said, "Wow, I'm shocked at you!", and he started giggling in a high pitch.
??????????????? What is going on here??????????

One last thing before I end this huge post - I keep my water (a gallon jug) in the pharmacy so I can drink it while working. I came in after having the weekend off and I swear it looks like somebody (the P.Pharmacist) spit in it or something. There are bubbles or something. So I bought more water and saved the other water so I can dump it out while he's there. There wasn't much left anyway. And maybe I'm just really paranoid? But I'm not taking any chances with this freak!

Saturday, September 03, 2005

My First Tag!

Thanks for the tag Faythe! Aw, shucks!

10 years ago I was: Almost 22 years old, married (*shudder*) and working at a really awesome home improvement store in Eugene, OR.

5 years ago I was: Nearly 26(and long divorced), freshly arrived in Guam for a two year tour in the Navy, ready for the sea-going life.

1 year ago I was: Just about 31 and just started working at a horrible tire shop in this itty-bitty town, living in a "fifth-wheel" (an RV) with my two cats. Not enough room, but beautiful view.

Yesterday: I was having a not-entirely-great day at work, ready to tell the Phlatulent Pharmacist what I thought of his total lack of professionalism, couth and brains.

5 snacks I enjoy: Taco Bell, cheese, green olives, Deschutes Brewery's Obsidian Stout (it's practically a snack), Jalepeno Crab dip, and jerky.

5 songs I know all the words to: Hm. The Everly Bros. "Let it be me", "How Deep the Father's Love" by Skillet (old song, but I like their version), "It is well with my soul" - really old hymn, "Blue" by Patsy Cline and "Silence" by Blindside.

5 things I would do with 100 million dollars: As cheesy as it is, I would give some to people who have lost their homes in Louisiana, I would travel to many, many countries, buy my mom and sis a home, buy a jeep for every year they've been made, and sing for a living.

5 places I would run away to: Italy, Australia, London, Ireland and a cruise ship that wouldn't dock in any particular place for too long.

5 things I would never wear: I gotta agree with Faythe on the tube top... it's horrible! Also anything with "texas" on it, turquoise pants, Sponge Bob anything, and a grill. :)

5 favorite TV shows: The Simpsons, CSI (the original), The Tick (animated version of course), Friends and The Muppets.

5 bad habits: Laziness, procrastination, bossiness, selfishness and no will power.

5 biggest joys: Singing, God, my cats, photography and my Jeep.

5 favorite toys: My Jeep!!!, cameras, MD player, kayak, and guitar.

5 fictional characters I would date: Tyrel Sackett (from Louis L'Amour books), Martin Blank (from Grosse Point Blank), Captain Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean), Mark Darcy (Bridget Jones), and The Flash.

5 people I tag to do this: I don't know many people with blogs, so I tag Joel. It's time to post, girl!

Who dunnit???

I have a cell phone. I very rarely use it because I prefer my home phone and it's one of those horrible prepaid, bad-calling-area, don't-be-in-any-building-if-you-want-reception, where-did-my-minutes-go kind of cell phones. I check for messages about once a week, but sometimes a few weeks will go by without checking.
So this morning I'm being super-efficiant (hahahahahahhahahahahahha!!!) and I decide to check my messages.

"You have one new message." (from a week ago... sheesh!)

Hm. Somebody called me! I wonder who....

"Hello Aimee, this is Deputy So-and-So and we just got a 911 call from your phone and we were just checking to make sure everything was okay. Please give us a call at 1-800-blah,blah,blah,blah."


Of course I called back and let them know that all was well and I was sorry.
I thought and thought about how it could have happened when it dawned on me. I only weigh in on SATURDAYS... That's when the call was made!!!

MY DAMN SCALE CALLED 911 AFTER I WEIGHED MYSELF!!!!! The scale's goin' down.