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Monday, Monday

One week (well, less than a week now) until Six Flags! I think I may be more excited to get out of going to work for two days than I am for going to an amusement park. And that, IMHO, is sad! No one should dread going to work. I guess the worst part is that less than a year ago, I was perfectly content. Then ZarahZou started working there, and it really started to suck. Not because she was there, but because her arrival coincided with Voldemort actually taking on managerial-like duties. Then he gave her my job. Again, not her fault. And I would probably be perfectly content with my current job if my "manager" was not such an over-analytical, highly unqualified dum-bass. No one should cringe out of fear every time their manager walks by out of fear that he will request an interpretation of a spreadsheet or ask you to e-mail him a response to something so that he can call it his own work and appear that he knows what he's doing. It is 7:00 at night, I am not typing any more about my job. I want to believe that I left it at the door.

My sister who is in Iraq is coming home for 2 weeks in September. And my younger sister who lives in Maine is planning a trip home with my 3-year old nephew for that same time. And hopefully I will be able to take a couple of days off work to spend time with them. I better ask soon so that "they" don't try to deny my request since ZarahZou will in Hawaii, and I will probably be stuck doing her job in addition to mine. FYI (last time I write about anything work-related tonight) I will not be doing her job and my job. I will walk out the door before that happens. I will work three shifts at McDonalds. I am a team player, but there is a limit to how much stress my pending ulcer can take.

The Twins are up 7-0 in the bottom of the 2nd. Why couldn't they (8-0 now) get a couple of those runs against Detroit??? They traded Lohse. Whatever is my dad going to do with the Lohse trading cards I gave him for his birthday last year? He is definitely not a Lohse fan. When he opened his cards (Thank you, eBay) he sighed, swore, and then conceded that it was certainly an original, thoughtful present. I am pretty sure he is storing the cards with the Daunte ones he got for Christmas 2 years ago. (Big Daunte fan, too). They are either in storage, or he threw them away.

ZickyZou is working the 12-9 shift all this week. His shop doesn't have air conditioning. This means he comes home cranky. Can't blame him. He works really hard in the icky heat.

I got an unusual chain-letter type e-mail called a recipe chain or something. You e-mail recipe to the #1 person on the list, and then remove the #1 person, move the #2 person to #1 and add yourself as #2. Supposedly you get 36 recipes sent to you. So does "Pour cereal, add milk, eat with spoon count as a recipe? I guess I could make some changes to the quiche recipe and send that. Or Zick's favorite "Stuff in a pan". I'll sleep on it. And who do I send the e-mail out to that will send out recipes? ZarahZou? Do you have a good recipe?

ZarahZou comes up on spell-checker as garage. Odd. ZickyZou tries to correct as sickish.

Since the Twins are up and they can't send Lohse out (WOO-HOO!!!) I am going to take quick shower. I should be out just in time to see them lose an 8 run lead!

Clerks II and White Castle

So, ZalyssaZou wanted to go and see Clerks II with Jessica and a couple of Boys. They even invited me along so I could get them into an "R" rated movie. They sat by me. The movie was totally hilarious. Very, very funny. I heart Jay. He's hot. I didn't get to partake in my regular movie fare of popcorn and an icee because we were just right on time for opening kick off of the credits since Boy1 and Boy2 refused to give me Boy1's exact address, all they would say is that Boy1 lives in the apartments on 252 and 70th. Well, I can find the apartments, but there are 57 different buildings. And they wouldn't say which one to stop in front off. Apparently Jessica has a crush on Boy2, so the girls were not nearly as frustrated as I was while driving around all of the buildings. Eventually we find them, but then I am too late for popcorn. Probably a good thing since I am not certain I would want to leave the kids alone while I went to the facilities (that's what happens when I slurp a large icee) since we were at a movie theater that has a police officer standing guard at the gate. Any movie theater that has a policeman on duty has one for a reason, IMO.

So then I was hungry and wanted to stop at the grocery store and get some of those yummy frozen White Castle cheeseburgers. They were $4.59 for 6. I decided I would rather starve then pay $4.59 for 6 itty-bitty cheeseburgers.

Tomorrow for breakfast we are having scrambled eggs, bacon, tortillas and refried beans. Yummy! One of my favoritest breakfasts. For dinner I had a peanut butter sandwich. Hence the reason I was so hungry for White Castle. ZickyZou does not like peanut butter sandwiches. I love them. I don't get how he could not like them. They encompass items from the two best foods group- carbs and fat. Carbs from the white bread that you smear the fatty peanut butter on. Could it get any better or well-balanced than that. Plus I had a glass of milk and some cantaloupe to make me feel better about my carby-fat meal.

Ok, it's almost 11, and I need to take a shower......

My house smells good!

I just got back from Target. I redeemed over $15 in coupons! I had many valuable coupons for Glade plug-ins and fans and other good-smelling stuff. Target had a lot of these items on clearance, so I had $3 off coupons on things that were on clearance for $4.29! I am kind of liking this coupon thing. So now my house smells like a combo of Fresh Linen and Summer Floral. yummy!

I woke up early and watched "Underworld Evolution". It was weird, but mildly entertaining. Last night I watched "She's the Man". When I have completed my blogging for the day, I will partake in "Benchwarmers" I heart Blockbuster - no late fees!

ZarahZou went on an interview to go to Hawaii. (aka another job) Why would she even remotely consider leaving the wonderful establishment she now vacations in? Why would she find even a little amount of stress in having an alcoholic, spreadsheet addicted boss; fabulously smart co-workers who only slightly lack common sense; a place where the workload is very evenly distributed; no one (not even two people) spends over half the day walking around talking about how they have no work to do while other people are forced to come in early/stay late to get their job done; a puppetical (new word coined) manager on very short strings who does the bidding of a higher-up who really, really smells like he fell into a vat of moonshine. There are no Iowegians who speak in condescending tones and expect instant responses to elaborate requests. Plus, the manual is done. There is no Arizona. No painted desert, no Sedona. If there was a Grand Canyon, She could fill it up with the lies he's told her. But they don't exist, those dreams he sold her, She'll wake up and find There is no Arizona. (Copyright Jamie O'Neal) Those lyrics certainly seem fitting of the whole "Once the manual is done, it'll all work out" theory. Good thing I didn't believe it or fall for it. I also didn't fall for the whole "It's better to make less money, because then your raises are higher percentages". I'm smarterer than most people.

What's for lunch? I bought some cantaloupes, so maybe I'll cut one of those up. that'd be good.

ok, I am off to enjoy my linen-floral house while watching a movie......

Wheel of Fortune

I'm watching wheel of fortune. The first word in the puzzle is assistant. No one has bought an "i" yet, so in big letters across my television screen it says ASS_STANT. Am I childish to find this just a little bit funny? I'm also looking at my exercise machine wondering if I dare to try it again after my last injury. I am very injury-prone. I wonder if I can sue the manufacturer some sort of distorted "Loss of Consortium" since I can not wear any shorter skirts due to the fact that half of my leg is a funky purply-bluey-pinky-red color? So I could exercise or I could take a shower and go to bed. This is a hard decision. I know the smart choice, but I am feeling rather dumb, I think.

And I can't decide what to wear tomorrow. It seems like every item in my closet is either too big, too small, or I wore it this week already. I want to plan tomorrow's outfit around a comfortable pair of shoes since today I really suffered for fashion. The plastic shoes are cute! cute! cute!, but they do not stretch or move, and my feet hurt.

I bought these super cute shelves from Target, but in order to put them up I'll need a tape measure, pencil, screwdriver, level, and probably a drink or two. It seems impossible. I guess when you spend $10 for 3 shelves, they are probably not easy-installation..

Does anyone besides me really not care about Rockstar:Supernova? I watched the first week, and I am so over it. Why don't they re-run old Cold Case episodes instead? I love that show and can rewatch each episode 100 times since I have no memory retention.

Zalyssa is in the shower. As soon as she's out, I'm in. Then bedtime!

My Dusty autograph

Here is my Dusty Rychart autograph. Someday when I am more motivated (sitting at the computer typing takes up a lot of energy) I will type the story of how I got it. I want to hang it up in the living room, but ZickyZou vetoed that.

MissZalyssa - Halloween

Zalyssa on halloween. I can't make these pictures bigger because I had to copy them from webshots because I no longer have the originals, and my scanner is broken.

Little, tiny pictures of me and ZickyZou. They are little because then I am smaller. I like being smaller.

Susie resigns and no cares but me???

So, the coach of the MN Lynx resigned in the middle of the season, and it was not even on the front page of the STrib. Susie McConnell-Serio was one of only a couple of female coaches in the WNBA. She played college ball at Penn State (First Team Kodak All-American), went to the olympics twice, played in the WNBA, and was named Coach of the Year in 2004. Why am I sharing that with you? Because it's my blog and I can write whatever I want. Also, it makes me quite cranky that no one but me seems to care. Flip gets fired and they break into television shows to talk about it. Whatever.

Leftover quiche for dinner. It is better reheated then it was to begin with.

Tomorrow night is our last softball game. I really wish I could play better.

We (me, Zalyssa, and her friend) are going to Six Flags in about 3 weeks. What should be the most interesting part is the 5 hour drive to janesville, WI where we are staying in a hotel. 5 hours with two 14 year olds! yikes! But it will be nice to get away for a few days, and MissZalyssa will not be able to claim that I don't ever take her on a vacation. It's been a couple of years since our last trip- we (me and Zalyssa) went to Maine to visit my sister 2 years ago. Then a year before that we (me, ZickyZou, and Zalyssa) went to Orlando. A couple years before that we (all 3 of us) went to Phoenix, and then a few years before that we (me and Zalyssa) went to Georgia. In between were a couple of trips to North Dakota (where my oldest sister lives) and "Up North" to visit family. No matter what she tries to tell people, she is well-vacationed. I never even got on an airplane until I was 21 and went to Vegas. Zalyssa was 5.

Ok, I think I am going to take a shower and go to bed early. I like my bed.....

Not so big on Swiss cheese

So, I made the quiche. It would have been excellent except for the fact that I do not like swiss cheese. I've never really liked it, but the recipe called for it, and I thought it would just kind of blend in with the spinach, eggs and bacon. I was wrong! Now I know that I do not like swiss. I am going to try again, but substitute mozzarella. Nick liked it! Just like I thought he would.

I had a horrible dream last night that I went to work and ZarahZou came in and said "I have something to tell you". So then while we were walking to art class (proof positive that the subconscious is very powerful as I elected "Arts" as my field of occupation) she proceeded to tell me that one of the e-mails we have been sending back and forth complaining about our boss using obscene language got sent to her mom and dad. And they decided that we should not be allowed to talk about Voldemort (the boss) that way and so they forwarded it to him. Her parents thought that if they sent it to Voldy, he would change his evil ways. I knew it was going to get me fired, so I started to cry and I told her that I hated her for sending it to her parents. She threw a paintbrush at me and wouldn't sit next to me in class. Then I woke up.

I got up at 7:30 to CLEAN! Sweep, mop, dust, vacuum, laundry, bake a quiche. After ZickyZou got up and ate, we laid on the couch and watched "Executive Decision" with Halle Berry and Kurt Russell. Then I watched the twins beat cleveland while he was on the computer. MissZalyssa still has not made an appearance. But, it's only 3:15. I think I am going to make a Tastefully Simple pound cake for tonight. We are having cheeseburgers and fries for dinner (yum!). Zicky went over to his parents house to see his brother, so if he is not home he may be eating reheated fries (yuck!!!).

Okey, off to bake an almond poundcake.

Here is another picture of MissZalyssa. She hates being called that. That may be the reason I take extreme pleasure in making that her nickname. It's 1:30, and she is probably still sleeping. Wouldn't that be divine? I have been up since about 7:30 because I had planned on leaving at 10:00 for the changing of the oil. Now, I sit and watch the clock as the minutes tick by until 3:30 when I will again attempt to drive away in my beautiful Dragonfly Green car. The color, in retrospect, was a huge mistake. I knew the minute I told the saleslady I wanted Dragonfly that I would be much happier with silver. But I drove away in the turquoisey-greeny-bluey color that I am stuck with for another 4 years until it is paid off.

I am certain the mailman has gone by. I should probably go and check what wonderful bills he has decided to bless me with today. Yesterday it was the gas bill. $40 in July! Perhaps today it will be the lovely Qwest wanting another $160 , or Comcast wanting $93. I heart bills.

Unfortunate change of plans

So why am I sitting in front of the computer instead of getting my oil changed? Because I have a flat tire! Nice, huh. So I called my trusty mechanic (Zad the Dad) and left him a message that I would come over after ZickyZou (the boyfriend) woke up to put on my spare, but Zad called me back and said he would be over in a few minutes to change it and fix it. All the while, ZickyZou is upstairs sleeping. Good thing he's not like a MECHANIC or anything, huh? Wait a second, he is. That's why I'm marrying him. Oh, well. he'll probably be pleased that Zad is on the way. Why do anything yourself that you can have someone else do.

I was planning on a trip to the store to get something for lunch. Now I am trapped and starving. Plus, my car is blocking the Zick's car in the garage, so I can't even steal his car for a trip to McD's or something. I'm probably anemic or something. It's been 3 hours since my fried egg sandwich. I guess I could have a brownie or cereal. Ick!

I just watched a show on Discovery Health about a couple from Australia who have 5 kids under 3 and are pregnant with quads. They have like 1 two year old and 16 month old quads, and four more on the way. Sadly, one of the quads dies in utero, and they give birth to triplets. That is 8 freekin' kids under 3 years old. I have my hands full with 1 14 year old. I can not imagine that many kids, even though Grandma helps every day. Can you imagine the laundry, or the diapers. Holy wow! I am about to have myself committed just thinking about it. I have no desire to have more children. I love my Zalyssa to pieces and would die for her, for but that doesn't mean I need more kids. I can't imagine my life without her, especially since she's been a part of it since I was 16, but I have no real longing to do the diapers, bottles, and midnight feedings all over again. When you have one child just about ready to start driving, why would you want one just learning how to walk?

Ok, off to the empty cupboard to find something to eat....

Why, oh why???

Ok, so it's Saturday morning and I should be getting dressed so I can go and get my oil changed. I have, however, encountered a roadblock the size of a small city. It is a zit. And not just any zit. It is one of those terrible under-the-skin cyst ones. I have not had a problem of this magnitude in maybe 2 years since I have been using ProActiv and it's generic counterpart, KlearAction. all of a sudden, it hits. No one who has not experienced this issue on a recurring basis for years can possibly understand the trauma of it. After doctors and dermatologist and using every product known to man, both over the counter and prescription, to get in under control and then to have it come back is practically devastating.

Ok, enough with the drama. I must now force myself to get dressed. I am 150 miles overdue for the oil change, and that will usually result in a lecture from the trusty mechanic I usually just call Dad. He puts the mileage I must not surpass on a sticky note on my dash so that I can't possibly forget to get my oil changed. I usually only go over my 750-800 miles. Then I get to hear about of the internal damage that I could be doing by note having the oil replaced every 2500 miles. 2500 miles is like every 5 days with how long my commute is.

Then I am going to pick up my child and take her to Walmart because it's cheap and we need some groceries. (plus the stuff for quiche). I have a list, and we are only purchasing the items on said list. Except for things like ice cream and chips, which don't really count as purchases if theya re not on the list, right?

Then I am going to come home and vacuum, sweep and mop. Plus there is a load of clothes in the dryer that has been there for 2 days. I should probably fold them. And then I am going to read more of the book I am currently reading, Bookends by Jane Green. She is probably the kind of writer I'd like to be. Not quite Sophie Kinsella, but like a Kinsella-wanna-be. If I were not so lazy, my novel would be complete and I would have hundreds of rejection letters. Unfortunately I've been on chapter 7 for the past year and a half.

Ok, off to the make-up drawer. God bless Leslie Blodgett and Bare Escentuals. If anything can cover the atrocity on my face, it's Bare Minerals foundations. Happy Saturday!

Here's a picture of the reason I am probably certifiable. She is practically adorable. She is a very typical 14 year old. and she will probably be mad that I am calling her Zalyssa.

If ZarahZou can, I can too

Ok, so ZarahZou created a blog. Anything she can do, I can do better. Well, probably not, and it's not like anyone will read this anyway, except maybe her if she has nothing better to do. Plus, I hardly ever get to use the computer. The beautiful reason I never get to use my computer is staying the night at a friends house for the second night in a row, and I am home all alone on a Friday night. The boyfriend went fishing, which was probably good since he forgot to pick up toilet paper. He is pretty lucky that I was planning on going to the store tomorrow anyway. I guess I should know that if I want anything done correctly, I should do it myself.

I am going to make Quiche Lorraine on Sunday for breakfast. I am not even certain that I like Quiche, but the boyfriend said he hated it, so I told him that that was because he has never had a really good quiche, and that he'd love the kind I make. Except I have never made it. He doesn't need to know that. So I am going to give it a try on Sunday. Plus, how bad could it taste? It is just basically eggs, swiss cheese, and bacon. Those are all perfectly acceptable on their own, how bad could they taste together? I guess we'll see. Hopefully I will be able to use the computer on Sunday to write about how it goes.

I got an e-mail from ZarahZou that she has applied for a job at a "wonderful company to work for". While I would hate her to leave the cubicle across from me, she needs to do what's best for her sanity. And certain aspects could be considered detrimental to ones mental health. I'm used to being insane, I have a teenage daughter. But even I am not sure how much longer I can endure the panic attacks on the drive to work.

Ok, time to find a 9:00 snack and then head to bed. It's a Friday night, so I might stay up until 10:15!!