Today is my first day off this week, the second day off will be Wednesday. While it is nice to be promoted to a new job, it sucks balls having to adjust to the new schedule.
Can I just stop of a second and say that I am a little disturbed. I am at the library where I am trying to use their printer to print out some junk and I'm sitting next to a woman who keeps turning her computer monitor further and further away from me and the librarians. What could she possibly be looking at? I can only imagine one of two things 1) Erotic Buffy the Vampire Slayer FanFic or 2) Child Porn.
And now we are back.
Right now my schedule is thus:
Sunday: 8am to 5pm
Monday: off
Tuesday: 7am to 3pm
Wednesday: off
Thursday: 2pm to 10:30pm
Friday: 11am to 8pm
Saturday: 3pm to 11:30pm
The only thing I can imagine changing about this is working Sunday 1pm to 9:30pm instead of the "turn and burn" clopening of leaving the store on a Saturday night at 11:30pm and having to be back there 8 hours later.
What this all means is, my life is pretty much over.
Perhaps I am just being dramatic.
I am also in the process of trying to find an apartment with EB. I hate moving. So I am doing a lot of things I hate right now.
It doesn't make life very much fun.
Yesterday after work I went to the Tualatin hospital with AM and IK so that IK could see his mom, who was working. The ER staff at the Tualatin hospital have a very posh break room. I'm pretty sure I could live in there. And then I helped them install his car seat in AM's car. It was a pretty suburban moment and I'm pretty sure I should get used to it since I am moving to Tualatin in a few short months (or sooner).
Monday, April 27, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
This is my life.
I am not a restful sleeper. I do two of the most annoying things a sleeping person can do. Well, actually about four of the most annoying things a person can do after hogging the blankets and occasionally snoring. I talk in my sleep and I sleep walk. There are nights when I wake up on the couch and don't know how I got there. I have woken in the kitchen, pouring a glass of water but did not stop pouring in time and the water was overflowing the glass and spilling on the floor, splashing my feet. Those are the mild occurrences. There are more examples, nothing scary or sinister (sorry EB) but still a bit weird.
Last night I had one of the most lucid dreams of recent memory. I was in a state of half-wake/half-sleep. In one moment I was dreaming and the next second trying to clear my head and fall back asleep. I was aware that I was dreaming and waking in alternate seconds. It was almost like having a conversation with my self. I kept sitting up and then laying down and then sitting up and rubbing my face. And then rolling over and trying to think blank thoughts. Then trying to make up a story in my head which usually makes me fall asleep. If I was smart, one day I would write down the stories I make up in those moments before drifting into sleep and then publish a book. But as soon as I fall asleep, I usually forget the story.
There was a moment when I seriously thought I was developing a split personality. It was the strangest thing. I was thinking, so this is what happens when your mind splits in half and you become crazy. But then I realized it was just a dream. I eventually fell back asleep and had what is probably the craziest but best dream I have ever had. Purely based on the vivid images and complete dialogue that went along with it. And here is why you should never channel flip between the F/X Network and E! right before going to bed.
I had a dream that I was friends with Khloe Kardashian and Keanu Reeves. They were dating and they were in some weird co-dependent, semi-abusive, drunken relationship. The whole time, KK was narrating as though she were talking to a camera (like a reality TV show). And we went on a drive and then we went to the beach and to a carnival. I can't even describe it to do it justice. It was balls to the wall fucking crazy.
This morning, after waking at 8:30am, I decided not to dawdle in bed and get up to shower and do the dishes and other things. I don't work until 3:00 p.m. I normally would lay around in bed, reading or napping but after the dream and the crazy sleep, I thought it best to put some distance between me and the Serta.
It was a really good morning. Sort of a grungy spinster's paradise. After taking a shower, I sat on the couch near the window with Chaser, drinking coffee and reading Dead Until Dark while listening to NPR.
I received a text message from an unknown Montana number and it was a picture of Mom with a note saying, "These are your mom's new glasses." And they were big old lady glasses, huge round plastic frames that eclipsed her eyebrows and cheek bones. "Are those old lady glasses?" I texted back.
For as long as I can remember, beyond when they were fashionable (if they ever were), my mom wore old lady glasses. Finally, in high school, when she was going to get new glasses, I volunteered to go with. "You always pick out old lady glasses," I told her. And that was the dawn of a new era in frame ware for my mammer-jam.
Well the old lady glasses in the picture were a joke. They went down to DB's room at the nursing home (a resident I once took care of when working as a CNA) and borrowed her glasses to take the picture. A bit later, I got to see the real frames (wire!) and was happy with her choice. But I called mom at work and she answered the general line, giving me the opportunity to open with "Did you get old lady glasses?" after she finished saying "Thank you for calling Valley View Estates, this is Colleen."
I always feel better about life after talking to my Mom. She and BN just returned from Yellowstone Park where they biked more than 25 miles around the park with the buffalo and bears. The park is about to open for the season so they wanted to get in while they could before the tourists flood in. She's amazing and crazy but I hope when I'm in my (early) 50s, I'm doing stuff like that instead of sitting on the bus riding to work.
Today is my brother JH's birthday. He is 32.
After talking to Mom, I did the dishes, fixed my hair and drank some more coffee while the cat stood there screeching at me. I'm pretty sure he was saying "Let me outside, bitch." Or perhaps if he were polite (which he is not) "Please let me outside so that I may rendezvous with my friends and have a chat and a cup of tea."
Last night I had one of the most lucid dreams of recent memory. I was in a state of half-wake/half-sleep. In one moment I was dreaming and the next second trying to clear my head and fall back asleep. I was aware that I was dreaming and waking in alternate seconds. It was almost like having a conversation with my self. I kept sitting up and then laying down and then sitting up and rubbing my face. And then rolling over and trying to think blank thoughts. Then trying to make up a story in my head which usually makes me fall asleep. If I was smart, one day I would write down the stories I make up in those moments before drifting into sleep and then publish a book. But as soon as I fall asleep, I usually forget the story.
There was a moment when I seriously thought I was developing a split personality. It was the strangest thing. I was thinking, so this is what happens when your mind splits in half and you become crazy. But then I realized it was just a dream. I eventually fell back asleep and had what is probably the craziest but best dream I have ever had. Purely based on the vivid images and complete dialogue that went along with it. And here is why you should never channel flip between the F/X Network and E! right before going to bed.
I had a dream that I was friends with Khloe Kardashian and Keanu Reeves. They were dating and they were in some weird co-dependent, semi-abusive, drunken relationship. The whole time, KK was narrating as though she were talking to a camera (like a reality TV show). And we went on a drive and then we went to the beach and to a carnival. I can't even describe it to do it justice. It was balls to the wall fucking crazy.
This morning, after waking at 8:30am, I decided not to dawdle in bed and get up to shower and do the dishes and other things. I don't work until 3:00 p.m. I normally would lay around in bed, reading or napping but after the dream and the crazy sleep, I thought it best to put some distance between me and the Serta.
It was a really good morning. Sort of a grungy spinster's paradise. After taking a shower, I sat on the couch near the window with Chaser, drinking coffee and reading Dead Until Dark while listening to NPR.
I received a text message from an unknown Montana number and it was a picture of Mom with a note saying, "These are your mom's new glasses." And they were big old lady glasses, huge round plastic frames that eclipsed her eyebrows and cheek bones. "Are those old lady glasses?" I texted back.
For as long as I can remember, beyond when they were fashionable (if they ever were), my mom wore old lady glasses. Finally, in high school, when she was going to get new glasses, I volunteered to go with. "You always pick out old lady glasses," I told her. And that was the dawn of a new era in frame ware for my mammer-jam.
Well the old lady glasses in the picture were a joke. They went down to DB's room at the nursing home (a resident I once took care of when working as a CNA) and borrowed her glasses to take the picture. A bit later, I got to see the real frames (wire!) and was happy with her choice. But I called mom at work and she answered the general line, giving me the opportunity to open with "Did you get old lady glasses?" after she finished saying "Thank you for calling Valley View Estates, this is Colleen."
I always feel better about life after talking to my Mom. She and BN just returned from Yellowstone Park where they biked more than 25 miles around the park with the buffalo and bears. The park is about to open for the season so they wanted to get in while they could before the tourists flood in. She's amazing and crazy but I hope when I'm in my (early) 50s, I'm doing stuff like that instead of sitting on the bus riding to work.
Today is my brother JH's birthday. He is 32.
After talking to Mom, I did the dishes, fixed my hair and drank some more coffee while the cat stood there screeching at me. I'm pretty sure he was saying "Let me outside, bitch." Or perhaps if he were polite (which he is not) "Please let me outside so that I may rendezvous with my friends and have a chat and a cup of tea."
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
But I had a plan.
It was so nice yesterday, yet again (but don't tell today that. damn you overcast sky...). I got off work at 3pm and decided to sit out on the porch and read. At first I left the door open because I thought maybe Chaser would want to join me outside. But then a bee flew in the house and then some flies. So I shut the door and sat back down to read my book, City of Thieves. A few minutes later I could hear some scratching and looked over to see Chaser crying to be let out. As soon as my hand touched the door knob, without eaven turning it, I knew I was locked out.
Our porch (or deck, whatever) has a five foot wall fencing it in. I have jumped this wall before, when my good buddy Chaser made a run for it and I ran after him. However, I knew the front door was locked, too.
So I sat down with my book and hoped MB would show up soon to let me in. I had a back up plan, I was pretty sure my window was open a bit and I could pop the screen out and climb through. I was trying not to panic though since my original plan was to read on the porch. And did I mention I was barefoot? Luckily, as I was turning the last two pages, I heard a rustling noise in the house and saw MB reflected in the glass.
And then I went to bed at 7:30 p.m.
Our porch (or deck, whatever) has a five foot wall fencing it in. I have jumped this wall before, when my good buddy Chaser made a run for it and I ran after him. However, I knew the front door was locked, too.
So I sat down with my book and hoped MB would show up soon to let me in. I had a back up plan, I was pretty sure my window was open a bit and I could pop the screen out and climb through. I was trying not to panic though since my original plan was to read on the porch. And did I mention I was barefoot? Luckily, as I was turning the last two pages, I heard a rustling noise in the house and saw MB reflected in the glass.
And then I went to bed at 7:30 p.m.
Monday, April 20, 2009
The first of many. Well, maybe.
Welcome to my new blog space. Not my new blog because lord knows I have nothing new to say – same old junk, new address.
I got tired of poking around MySpace and trying to predict when their blog application was going to give me troubles.
Plus, if I’m over here in BlogSpot land, I can read TN’s blog(s) more often.
There is not much going on in Bry news. I will be moving again by July. I also recently became a supervisor at work, which is nice. This is my first week of that business.
The weather is supreme today. Very nice. I wore flippity floppities for the first time this year (I don’t think donning them to take out the trash counts).
There was a time when all I wore were flippity floppities. It was also a time in which I fell down a lot. And even though TN loved that, I did not. It hurts the bum and the dignity.
I’ve been continuing my reading though I have slowed down a lot and am averaging 10 books a month. Right now I’m reading The Friday Night Knitting Club because I have to lead the book club at work.
Now, I will freely admit to reading dirty romance novels. I will admit to reading stupid vampire books. But I cannot admit to reading chick lit, because I do not read it. And here is why.
I don’t need to read a book about women who want to get married and have kids. I know those people. That is reality. I don’t want to read books about women who have misunderstandings with their boyfriends or date losers and then miraculously find their one true love in the least likely place. That is reality. Well the first part, not the meeting the one true love part.
My reality is this. I hate everyone I am not friends with and some of the ones I am friends with. (It makes it more interesting).
So you can see why reading a book about chicks falling in love and chicks having massive groups of best friends and chicks knitting together and reading together kind of makes me want to puke.
Show me a book about a girl who likes to drink coffee; play scrabble; watch BBC adaptations; go camping and fishing; wants to open a bakery/bookstore; and hangs out with half the gay population of Portland, Oregon, and I will show you my diary.
I got tired of poking around MySpace and trying to predict when their blog application was going to give me troubles.
Plus, if I’m over here in BlogSpot land, I can read TN’s blog(s) more often.
There is not much going on in Bry news. I will be moving again by July. I also recently became a supervisor at work, which is nice. This is my first week of that business.
The weather is supreme today. Very nice. I wore flippity floppities for the first time this year (I don’t think donning them to take out the trash counts).
There was a time when all I wore were flippity floppities. It was also a time in which I fell down a lot. And even though TN loved that, I did not. It hurts the bum and the dignity.
I’ve been continuing my reading though I have slowed down a lot and am averaging 10 books a month. Right now I’m reading The Friday Night Knitting Club because I have to lead the book club at work.
Now, I will freely admit to reading dirty romance novels. I will admit to reading stupid vampire books. But I cannot admit to reading chick lit, because I do not read it. And here is why.
I don’t need to read a book about women who want to get married and have kids. I know those people. That is reality. I don’t want to read books about women who have misunderstandings with their boyfriends or date losers and then miraculously find their one true love in the least likely place. That is reality. Well the first part, not the meeting the one true love part.
My reality is this. I hate everyone I am not friends with and some of the ones I am friends with. (It makes it more interesting).
So you can see why reading a book about chicks falling in love and chicks having massive groups of best friends and chicks knitting together and reading together kind of makes me want to puke.
Show me a book about a girl who likes to drink coffee; play scrabble; watch BBC adaptations; go camping and fishing; wants to open a bakery/bookstore; and hangs out with half the gay population of Portland, Oregon, and I will show you my diary.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Have you missed me much? Good. I hope so. I hope you have been reading other blogs and thinking - this blog sucks! When oh when will Bry ever post again?
Well the answer is NEVER. Because I really hate you Myspace and I am positive no one will ever read my blog any where else but here. I don't have it in my to do a big media push to let everyone know I'm moving to a new site. So once again, MySpace wins on a technicality. (I had to look up how to spell technicality because I was pretty sure that my original spelling of technicalaty was not correct. I'm not dumb, just lazy.)
Actually, this posting is just to share with you how much I read during March. Which I am really quite sad about because I was super sick for most of the month and I can't read when I'm sick because the drugs make me woozy and I can't concentrate. So unless Goodreads starts allowing people to add the backs of cold medicine boxes to their site, I'm screwed.
1. Sleepwalking in Daylight
2. Secret History of the Pink Carnation
3. Persistence of Memory
4. Masque of the Black Tulip
5. My Booky Wook
6. Marchelo in the Real World
7. Deception of the Emerald Ring
8. Smooth Talking Stranger
9. Turn the Page
10. My Horizontal Life
11. Are You There Vodka? It's Me Chelsea
I guess it is time to go home and eat a PB&J sammy while reading some more and trying to find some distance between me and the DayQuil.
And here is a life lesson. Nine times out of Ten, when someone says they are the next David Sedaris - they are full of shit.
Well the answer is NEVER. Because I really hate you Myspace and I am positive no one will ever read my blog any where else but here. I don't have it in my to do a big media push to let everyone know I'm moving to a new site. So once again, MySpace wins on a technicality. (I had to look up how to spell technicality because I was pretty sure that my original spelling of technicalaty was not correct. I'm not dumb, just lazy.)
Actually, this posting is just to share with you how much I read during March. Which I am really quite sad about because I was super sick for most of the month and I can't read when I'm sick because the drugs make me woozy and I can't concentrate. So unless Goodreads starts allowing people to add the backs of cold medicine boxes to their site, I'm screwed.
1. Sleepwalking in Daylight
2. Secret History of the Pink Carnation
3. Persistence of Memory
4. Masque of the Black Tulip
5. My Booky Wook
6. Marchelo in the Real World
7. Deception of the Emerald Ring
8. Smooth Talking Stranger
9. Turn the Page
10. My Horizontal Life
11. Are You There Vodka? It's Me Chelsea
I guess it is time to go home and eat a PB&J sammy while reading some more and trying to find some distance between me and the DayQuil.
And here is a life lesson. Nine times out of Ten, when someone says they are the next David Sedaris - they are full of shit.
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