The House
So, I'm here. it's once again 3am, and while I sit here my dog (he's a fuzzy brown toy poodle named Bear) is snoring on my shoulder. I'm actually reclined in my mom's office chair, and his head is up against my neck snoring happily.
*sigh*
I love this dog.
I came home to the other toy poodle - Penny - having "filled out her diaper". I had to give her a bath. She didn't like that.
On the work front I had to sit through a "Us and the Internet" meeting. The company brought in someone to talk to the station about what we can do better. I told the guy that brought me into the meeting that there was no way that this guy was going to teach me something new. They didn't believe me.
"Jeremiah, are you familiar with the internet?"
"I've used it once or twice."
"Do you know what "forums" are or "blogs"?
"I think so."
That's when the company President stepped into the meeting and laughed.
"Hey...umm...he builds websites. He knows what you're talking about."
"Oh. Okay."
On the girl front, I've been working on something. I won't post anything on it now - and calling me (SISSY or KAT) won't make me tell you - so don't do it.
The good news is that come tomorrow night, I'll be sleeping in my own bed. Thank God. :)
Learnin' The Ropes
It's Tuesday. Well...er...actually, early Wednesday morning. The job is working out well. I found out that I get a whole ton of overtime next week - and, time and a half is a great thing.
On the car side, it's been snowing so often that my car is once again covered in salt. This covers up the mauling on the front end by that aweful lady at Wendy's. *&%^&#^^!*.
That still irks me. She better hope I never find her. I'll call her in to the po-po so fast she won't know what hit her.
I can't seem to get ahold of Cactus girl to tell her it's not going to work out. I believe that to be a good thing. Seeing that we work seperate hours, it's nice to know my excuse is "Sorry. No time."
That's the last time I trust someone's opinion on a person.
"She's a wonderful girl in Christ." = "She's so old and not married because she's got a massive personality problem - plus she's about as a attractive as John Kerry after being mauled by a Sabretooth.
Come on. Honestly - I'm sorry, and I know this sounds mean - but guess what? If you're not attracted to someone physically you have no buisness dating them. I mean - come on. The whole "see through to their heart".
Whatever.
My other favorite thing. She told me that the first thing people notice about her is "her eyes".
Yeah right. I saw the picture.
Your eyes aren't the first thing they notice. Maybe the 7th thing. After the facial hair and the uni-brow.
*sigh*
Well, as of right now, I'm the sole last member of the "B.T.R" - or - "Bachelors 'Till the Rapture". Everyone else is hitched, or dating someone.
Dear Lord - PLEASE - send me someone
mildly attractive that I can carry on a conversation with!
I have to go. I'm watching the parents house, and it's time to go find my sister's cat and give her lots of hugs.
TWINKIE LOVES ME!
The Sabath.
Whoever heard that the Sabath was a "day of rest" is kidding themselves. I had to go to work. Got the phonecall at 6:30. Had to go in.
It really figures.
So much for the "day of rest". I even managed to miss church. %(*(#%!&*(#&%.
In other news, life is turning more interesting. The neighbors upstares have given their son a drum kit - and, while it being annoying, I'm usually not here when he's playing it.
That aside, he's actually pretty good. So, I sit down at the piano and play with him. I don't think he can hear me - but sometimes I can swear he can.
Suprisingly he's about 12 years old.
Back to the car front. She's still damaged. And still wants vengence. I know. She told me. My poor baby - looking like she got mauled by a yetti.
*sigh*
This week I get to watch my parents house. Again. They're going away for about a week on a church trip. Here's hoping that the dogs can withstand the amount of time I'll be gone from the house while I'm working.
