So I've been thinking...

It's so hard for me to come up with interesting titles for these posts LOL.

First let's go over my weekend (work). I worked. Wow that was hard to cover huh? I talk on the phone, read my book, crochet and when I don't forget it, listen to the radio. Sundays are pretty busy for a while with rigs coming in and out. I like Mondays best though. The place I work is jumping all night long, the drivers LOVE me and there's an awsome wildcat that roams around. It's either a bobcat or a lynx. Big ol cat with an interesting coat, no tail, tufts at his (her?) ears. I LOVE IT!!!

Fathers Day was this weekend. I talked to my Dad and to my other dad too. First my dad. He's so funny. He says to me, "Thank you for taking the time to call me." HE'S MY FREAKIN' DAD! I like wouldn't call him. He's nuts LOL. When I spoke with the other dad, Richard, I was surprised at how many things we have in common in our political views. Religion, mmm not so much. He asked me if one had to believe that Jesus is the Son of God or is it simply enough to follow his teachings. But he used the word Christian. "Are you still a Christian if you follow His teachings. Is believing He is God's Son really the important part?" Of COURSE, otherwise you are a follower of Jesus, a Jesusian. Christians believe He is the CHRIST. What a bizzare way of thinking my father has.

Alex's dance festival is this weekend. Thank you Heavenly Father for getting us to this point. I'll probably be a parent volunteer, which will totally bite because I need to sleep so I can work Sunday. But they are having probablems with her wandering off. Last week they couldn't find her when everyone was loaded up to leave. She was busy chatting up a boy, she told her friend that she was about to "ask him out." UGH!!! Gonna have to have a discussion with her, big time.


So gonna be a problem having her look like this. She's too pretty. She's so nice and sweet and just a bit too boycrazy. I'm praying that she doesn't take this boy thing overboard. GRR.

Blog updates n stuph like that there...

Been busy working and adjusting to a new schedule. Well schedule isn't bad just long hours to get used to. I work two days (12 hrs, 10 hrs) and then follow those with a night shift (7hrs). The man that works during the week (not one of us but one of that company's employees) took our stuff. Wacko. He's got it locked away so we have to bring our own clipboards and we don't dare leave blank reports there because he'll take those too. Wacko. We had a "good" chair to sit in, so this guy lets his dog sit in it and the dog pees in it. Now all we have to sit in is a really beat up office chair that isn't set straight anymore and wobbles. My feet don't touch anything (damn my short legs) so by the end of the shift my back is aching something awful. I keep hoping it's just a matter of adjustment, you know?

The drivers are getting used to seeing me now on the day shift and I must say I LOVE Sundays because I'm busy busy, vs Saturday where NOTHING happens.

My Monday shift...those guys love me. They wish I could work there Sun-Thurs nights hehe. They don't like the doofus. I don't blame them. We got a new gal but she's not very proactive either. It frustrates me when people are satisfied with themselves when they only do the minimal requirments. I have to do my best. Anything less is NOT ok.

So I've got four little afghans crocheted for doggies. I'm pondering finding a little pet boutique that might let me sell them there (besides the ones I've already donated to the shelter). If I could sell them for say...$25 then I could give the boutique $5 each blanket, so it's worth thier time too. I'm hoping the gal that runs the weiner rescue will let me sell them in her shop. She has an antique shop and a dachshund boutique. My blankies are perfect for dachshunds. Just ask Skyler. he tests each one for me LOL.

Dull as dishwater?

I really need to come up with something interesting or at LEAST commentable. Am I dull as dishwater or what?

Saturday I start a new shift, 6am to 6pm and then Sunday 6am to 4pm and then Monday 7pm to 2am. I'll hold that through the rest of the summer and then when my bowling alley hours start back up I'll do Friday nights 6p-2am and Saturdays 8p-2a. Then I think I'll pick up Sunday nights at the one place as well as the Monday night shift. That will give me 28 hours, just one less that my summer hours. YAY! I'm also going to be asking for a raise, at least back up to where I was when I left this company SEVEN YEARS ago.

I've been singing kareoke on Wednesday nights. The boss invites John and I out just about every Wednesday night for singing, it's almost getting to be fun. I love the boss's wife which is weird because she always used to make me uncomfortable because she's so polished. So far I have sung...

"Landslide" Dixie Chicks version. That flopped.
"Love Can Build A Bridge" The Judds. Not bad, not great.
"Could I Have This Dance" Anne Murray. People got up and danced but I haven't sang it again yet.
"Love Remains" Colin Raye. I sang it well but my boss says the song is sad.
"Annie's Song" John Denver. By far the best recieved.

How come I can sing well but yet it doesn't come across that way with Kareoke all the time? How come I care that I may sound bad when there are people that get up there and sound like sick cats? I dunno.

I've got three afghans ready for the animal shelter and a fourth one about 2/3 done. It gives me something to do, right?

The biggest issue right now, Skyler. His front legs are crooked and it seems like they are starting to bother him now. He licks at them a lot more now and whimpers a bit. We're taking him in to the vet for a check-up next week and maybe X-rays depending on what the vet says. We can't afford surgery but we'll think of something. He can walk and doesn't have a gait issue that we've noticed so maybe they'll just treat him with whatever pet version of "Tylenol" is. But it's a bit scary so say lots of prayers for our Bubba. His personality has really changed lately too, he's quieter and almost seems depressed. Since John has been home he's gotten re-attached to his Daddy and is REALLY a daddy's boy. Which of course bothers me because I want him to still be my boy. *Sigh* Makes me sad. Especially when he doesn't want to play with me when John's not home. He'll lay in my lap, but not play.

Uhm. Hrm. Guess that is it for now.