“Dammitdammitdammit” Um…yeah. O.K. So I HAVEN’T exactly been right ON TOP of STUFF lately…haha. I’ll get over it. Uh huh. Been on vacation since Monday, so yeah, I’ve been laggin’ in the ‘daily update’ department. Big deal. Still haven’t got around to getting my halloween costume together. Been busy doing a whole lot of nothing. Haha..but guess what? Even though it only took me forever to upload those snapshots from my slow camera to my slower yet computer (’cause I was too damn lazy to go buy new batteries) I did get them all uploaded from the cam today and want to show them off…nothing fancy you realize…just little odd shots from around my neighborhood. I’ll post a link for them later.
have to go to the store now, and buy batteries…LOL!
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On my way home from the bus stop tonite I retrieve my camera from Sandy’s with the intention of getting some good fall color shots, but alas, peak time around here was early last week and now it’s all brown and dusty looking in South St. Paul. Looks like it’s real close to winter for sure. So instead I decide to get some pics of odd things around town, including a nice shot of the sunset and view of the full moon. It was taken at the top of the stairs that climb the hill overlooking the warehouse district just at the end of my block.
posting them later, but for now, I’m calling it a day.
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Tonite I went to my sisters and drank too much Tequiza (that’s goooood stuff, btw) smoked too much, missed the new ‘Friends’ episode while we discussed our plans for Halloween and then forgot my digicam and my blessed book Angela’s Ashes there, which by the way, is a VERY GOOD read, I highly recommend it to everyone. Even if you are not a book buyer you can get your hot ‘lil hands on a copy, it’s in the libraries, now. My sis & her hubby and all our pals are invited to a bash being thrown for Halloween and we yakked about this. My sis wants to go as a she-devil, and Tony wants to go the lazy ‘skeleton t-shirt’ route, or just do the scary mask thing, but we aren’t havin’ it and we’ll fix him up good. My little nephew is gonna be a spider, and I have come up with the idea of being a load of laundry. It’s too cute, I can’t explain how it’s gonna work, but maybe I’ll post pics later. Basically the nite went o.k. but in general I was feelin’ a bit past a little sickly in the a.m. and the last place I wanted to be was at work but I found myself there, anyway.
Well now it’s time to get my silly ass to bed and I will post what happened on Friday (which is today, btw) later
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Great. Just great. Thanks, Mister Bus Driver. I just waited, like, 15 minutes at the bus stop tonite, just to have the bus roll right by me. Didn’tcha see me wave? No, SIR. AM I at the bus stop? uh huh….then why am I still standing here? Oh yippee Christmas Day, Now I get to pound the sidewalk all the way home…and it’s not enough that I’m about 8 or more blocks from home, but to add to that, I have just bought some groceries and have that bag besides the one I toted to work today. So I got my Jane Fonda done for the day, that’s for sure. Then I get upstairs all hot and achy and sweaty from lumbering all the way home and up the stairs with the extra 25 pounds to hear the phone ringing as I’m putting the key into the lock. Lashonda or whoever from Sears wants to know when I’m making my next payment and I want to tell her to take their payment and put it where the Pope don’t rollerskate, because I just mailed the payment on Monday, but I stifle the urge. Somehow I survived, cooled off, managed dinner and mail and all that happy stuff and made dessert for a luncheon tomorrow and now here I sit, happy as pie, only now I have to finish some work on my computer. *gags* I’m sure you’ve heard enough!
later, taters
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I noticed the words today as I waited for the bus: “Avangelica Apostolica. De La Fa En Cristo Jesus.” Weird. There’s this sign in front of a church that’s next to my bus stop, and when I moved here in July, it read “Evangelical Apostelistic Assembly of Jesus Christ” Oh well…I knew it had a mostly Hispanic congregation but was unsure of the reason why they waited ’til now to redo the sign. Maybe the congregation is getting a little too varied to suit the clergy and perhaps it is a small subtle way of saying “Hey, dammit, if you can’t understand this sign, then don’t attend this church” But I know most churches will welcome anyone who wishes to attend. Hmmm…maybe everyone WASN’T that welcome here…haha. Ironic. What is the old saying…”God works in mysterious ways”? He sure does. Crap. Maybe I’m just a silly ‘ol mean chick and I need to chill out and stop thinking like that and who in their right mind would do such a mean thing…I need a vacation. Good thing I’m taking the last week of this month off to do whatever I darned well please.
Soooo damned cold up in this joint. Had to wear an extra sweater while scrolling thru emails tonite. big day tomorrow, gonna get movin’
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Chilly Willy would be havin’ a hey day… Today it rained all afternoon and got down to like, 38 by rush hour. Such a cold, damp, icky day, and while walking home from the bus I had the urge to run upstairs and throw on a heavy sweater and make a pot of cocoa. BRRRR! News, Schmews Heard Paul Reuben’s gonna open a restaurant…God help us all. Wonder what it’s gonna be like, what kinda place? A ‘peep-show’ theme maybe? Perhaps an adult theatre ambience? Wonder if they’ll relay the old “Thank you, come again” to their exiting customers? Wonder what the name’ll be. “Play with Your Pee-Wee’s House”? Ha. I kill me. I’m so mean and spiteful. Tee-Vee Commercials that BOTHER me: of course, all the cleverly decked out mod kids in the GAP ads, all so thin with their gaunt faces barely moving as they sing so eerily the choruses of songs we’d forgotten, and now we will forget for sure and forever, and I really HATE those damn commercials… Burger King has some bad ones too, the worst out of my list of nasties…The one where the two guys arm-wrestle for money but ya can’t look at the burger they placed on the table or ya lose, and the guy that loses is all poopy ’cause the winner was wearing a “Whopper Patch”…oh, and that airplane one where the flight attendant is running through her safety schpeel and mentions the fact that there’s some kind sandwich in the seatback pouches in front of every person and all of a sudden the passengers are all lunging at each others throats, fighting like wild dogs after the sandwiches.
Find meself clickin’ the ‘ol clickar the millisecond these puppies flash on the boob tube or else I’ll wind up with me arse in the lunatic asylum…please excuse me..I’m reading Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt for the 2nd time and I can’t seem to put it down, and I also find I’m nearly bursting out my words with the manner of a poor old mad Irish woman…
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Friday big deal…looked forward to it all week, and for what? haha..whattaDAY it was. Awful busy day @ the job, went home and did absolutely nothing noteworthy or constructive. Just hung out and spent some time on the phone. Saturday Today I decided to stay sleeping until 11:00 since it was soooo cold outside of the comfort of my bed. Made coffee, watched QVC (have you noticed the entertainment value? LOL), Read the mail, went for a walk and spent the rest of the day in sweats and a ponytail. Sorted clothes and put the summer ones away. Made some phone calls. Spent quality time on the net, looking for lord knows what, but ended up dozin’ off by 1:30 a.m. Sunday
Was bound and determined to take care of some important things today. Who says Sunday is the day of rest? haha. Washed dishes (since I live alone, I can get away w/doing them like, only every three days, LOL). Grocery shopping. Scrubbed the bathroom, including the toidy and the floor. Laundry. Paid the bills. Swept the kitchen. Took out the trash. Oh joy. Finally got some me-time in around midnight tonite and now *yAWn* I’m gonna hit the ‘ol hay. Hard.
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Things that go bump in the night… Tonight as I walk home from my sister’s place I am sort of spooked (she lives less than two blocks away,and my building shares the same alley that her & her hubby’s rented duplex is on). I moved from the East Side of St. Paul to South St. Paul and even though my new neighborhood is at LEAST a hundred years old and it is DEFINITELY safer than my old one (TRUST me, I used live in the Ghet-TOHH), I’m very aware of myself, so solitary and yet feeling so strange as I’m walking up the sidewalk leading back to my apartment, just trying not to walk through too many of the leaves that had been blown everywhere and are now lying all over the place. I must’ve subconsiously did that in order to not attract too much attention… Maybe I was just a little paranoid and I guess maybe because it was close to ten and maybe also because the street I live on could do with a bit more lighting, or maybe because when I rounded the corner, a cat leaped from out of nowhere and ran off in a hurry, which startled me a tad. Plus I felt like every car that drove by was occupied by a freak at the wheel which was not hard to imagine, since almost every car’s headlights nearly blind you during your journey and you hope the driving stranger isn’t some ‘Buffalo Bill’-type serial killer…jeez, It just gives me that feeling of being afraid I’d get caught dead in my tracks by those car headlights, like a damned deer in the woods, haha.
Soooo glad it’s gonna be Friday tomorrow, and I’ll not waste a minute being loudly joyous about it, so whoever decides that my bitching about it not being Friday yet makes me a big ‘ol dork; they can bite me, ’cause I just don’t give a rip…I just demand my weekend. The kind of week it’s been so far, I’m determined that if tomorrow was Tuesday, I was gonna call in sick or dead or something…it sometimes just gets to be too much. Gosh darnit, it’s WAAAYY past my bedtime…gotta run.
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Things that deeply trouble me 1) “Party Of Five”-isn’t it more like eight, now? And why are they all sleeping together? hmmm…nevermind, I dooonnn wanna know. 2) That damned Levi’s commerical with the invisible couple–no comment. 3) People who send me URLs through my icq about some goofy thing or another…mostly AOHellers, the poor things…they have no clue. 4) The time I waste in the morning to blow-dry hair, find the right pair of shoes to go with such and such, make lunch and coffee, etc., etc., when I’d rather be sitting at the table reading the paper or listening to the jocks on my favorite radio station’s morning show make jokes and snide comments about everyone on earth. 5) Having to get up at the ungodly hour of 6:00 a.m., when it’s still DARK outside, and now that I mention it, I actually didn’t mind getting up that early when summer’s equinox was still in effect. It’s a scientific fact that the light seeps through your eyes while you’re asleep and gradually you get used to it and wake up more readily than you would in the dark winter morn. ‘Course even in the summer I’d just as soon wake up at the crack of dawn, stuff the crack and go back to sleep. Ha ha. 6) How ’bout that governor of ours!! and how ’bout them MN Twins! And how ’bout them VIKES!!! ….*busts out in a HUGE laugh* yeah right!! Just thought It’d be interesting to hear SOMEONE say those things… Well, kidlets…got a bunch of mails yet to get through, So I’ll be back later. nighty-night,
bj
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Good God almighty, why does it have to be Monday??!! Yadda yadda yadda…do you ever want to say that to someone on the phone when they drone on andon AND ON and you are just like…eyes rolled into the back of your head, nodding your head and your mouth agape, wondering why in heck there is no one there to save you from this torment by ringing your doorbell or telling you to get off the phone so they can use it? O.K., was just wondering. ‘Cause there ARE days…and last nite was it for me…one of my girlfriends was telling me this story for like, the FIFTH time and well, I had just had ENOUGH! OK, gonna quit blabbing about it now…
So how was your Monday? huh? didja enjoy yourself? or would you have sooner been in bed or in your coziest chair, reading the latest literary find from the bookstore/library? Me too. And of course, my weekend went by in the blink of an eye…oh, how sickly poetic that was back Gonna pay off my damned AmEx card bill tomorrow. YAY! Ever since I bought that Kenmore air conditioner from Sears this July, I somehow got underneath all the statements and rather than pay them, I just kept getting them lost in the shuffle of junk that is the Dayton’s shopping bag of stuff that serves as a neat AND functional doorstop for the kitchen swinging door. …that bag of stuff is the result of a long, drawn out processing of mine. I am one of those people who, upon retrieving my mail, I plop the stuff down on the dining room table where it sits ’til the weekend when I have time to at least sit and pore through it. Then when I DO read the crap, I just sort of lay it all in a trashy pile on the end table in the living room. I sometimes pull the important stuff out and just fold it up and put it in my bag that I bring to work, and deal with it during lunch or the commute downtown. Then when people come over or when I just can’t seem to place anything else on the table, I shove the stuff into that bag. —I found some cool stuff in there the other day. An eyeglass case I thought I’d lost. A Subway club card full and ready to redeem for a free samwich…an old cd I accused someone of stealing, some cool blue-colored post it notes on a pad and a half pack of gum. I put all my lost-and found treasures into my junk drawer where they will get shuffled yet some more amongst the pile of rubble already in there and any other junk I might add to it in the coming months. …what’s in YOUR junk drawer? Tell me at bbojojo99@yahoo.com and be HONEST well, that’s all for now…waaaay past mah bedtime, dammit.
’til Tuesday, bj
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday Here I sit, displacing my anger by cursing out loud in the general direction of my WS-ftp program, when it doesn’t even deserve it. I am mad because a certain ‘online community’ I belong to is having problems with their server or something ’cause for some reason I can’t upload CRAP to my directory there. So I had the pleasure of editing online, which I hate, would prefer to use my notepad or better yet, my Dreamweaver 3, but NO… Anyway, you don’t need to hear all this. What a HEADACHE I had this morning. Just now recovering, slowly but surely. Do you have a radio on at night while you sleep? I do, just a boombox I’ve only had since the 5th grade, it sits on my nightstand and puts strange things in my head while I R.E.M. myself into dreamland. This a.m. I rose to go to the bathroom, feeling curiously pissed off and betrayed by a bank I don’t even belong to. Then I find out the early early a.m. local radio talkshow was just getting over, the topic being something about bank customer service. “Ha ha” I think and almost say outloud as I stumble into the bathroom. Flashback: I woke up at 8:30 this morning, with grandiouse plans of housecleaning and enjoying myself in general on a Sunday, but since I had this tremendous headache I decided to swallow a couple of ibuprofen and went back to the bed. Didn’t get out of it again until noon today. Showered and put a towel on.
…and now here I am, eating Voortman’s Tea Ring cookies for my breakfast and plotting a trip to the drugstore. I love drugstores. Walgreen’s is my favorite, but there isn’t one in my neighborhood. Only one I go to is downtown, a few blocks from my job. Got these cookies there on Friday. Two 1 lb. packs for a dollar. CanNOT beat that with a stick. Voortman’s Cookies. Best thing to come out of Canada since
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Ho Hum with a capital ‘H’ Well today I got up outta bed around 11:15 ’cause I hadn’t been able to sleep all nite…then I burned some bacon and toast and drank cold coffee from the pot I made yesterday. Watched the tape of the SNL 25th anniversary show (finally) and one of my favorite movies, “Corina Corina” on TNT. Haven’t retreived the mail, let alone gotten dressed yet. Then I decided today was the day I was gonna start a journal and post it online. Don’t ask me why ’cause right now I don’t even know, myself. I just felt like it was something I needed to do. Boy have I got guts. I gotta go, I but I will be back later. bj This page brought to you by ‘Gangsta Bitch Barbie’™
(which I read somewhere is also now the name of a band, go figure)
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