Bad day?

This was yesterday. But it wasn't really. I just felt off the whole day.

One of my friends came home from Italy after ten months of being away on Saturday night. So Yesterday I went to her house to have some long awaited hang out time. I decided to take my motorcycle there since it was not raining. As I was driving there I realized I had forgotten my phone. No big deal I didn't need it. So I parked my bike on her driveway and went up to her door. I rang the doorbell and knocked on the door (their door is always locked). But there was no answer. I figured she was in her room in the basement and couldn't hear anything. I didn't know what else to do other than go home and get my phone so I could call or text her.

What did people do before phones??

So I got back on my bike and kicked up the kickstand, and somehow...it started to fall. I caught it at about a 45 degree angle. I just could not pick it up though. I tried. Oh, I tried. I pushed with all my strength, but it would not stand up. I decided maybe with both legs on one side I could push it up. So I got off, but in getting off it fell a little more. I just could not get it up. So I lied it down making sure the turning lights and such were okay, and wouldn't break off. I didn't know what to do! I took off my helmet, my backpack, threw my sunglasses and the key in the grass. I was so exhausted I was shaking. I rang the doorbell a few more times, and banged on the door. Nothing. I just lost it. I did not know what to do! I just sat defeated on her front steps for a minute and started to cry. Walk home? Ask a neighbour? I decided to try her back door. After finally getting through her fence I tried the back door. It was open! I was expecting her to be downstairs still, but I walked right into her and another friend of mine right in the kitchen. Tears of frustration and failure still running down my face. They looked at me like they didn't know what to do.

They helped me pick it up, and all was fine. Afterwards they were still so surprised by seeing me crying! One has known me since kindergarten, the other from grade 2, and neither of them have ever seen me cry. I'm not a huge public crier, obviously.

It just kind of hit me off guard. It was an off day.

I'm looking forward to my middle of the week weekend tomorrow and Thursday. No work. No church. All Tom.

Goat

All my siblings took their turns mowing the grass. Some even mowed neighbours lawns for a little pocket money. One ever got a real job doing it all day!

Me? I mowed my lawn for the second time in my life today.

The story is; I did it once when I was about 10 or so (maybe older). I apparently didn't do a good enough job because I remember Kurt going over it, after he had to take over due to me being to week (slash lazy) to push the mower up the minor slope in our front yard. And somehow I've managed to avoid it since then. Luckily this time my dad isn't home to complain about the crappy job! Ha ha

So, I didn't really enjoy it. It kind of sucks. You have to wear pants and shoes, and it's all hot and muggy out. Yuck. So I think I'll just get a goat when I have my own lawn. I've heard they keep a pretty nice lawn.

Gosh Darn It!*

I woke up this morning and went to the washroom.

Then I came back into my room and said to myself, "You are not allowed to leave this room until you put all your clothes away!"

I am currently located back in my bed procrastinating. It's what I do...

*That was for you Pam and Daryl.

For the last few days

I have had no wallet*.

And by wallet I mean plasticy bit the insurance company gives you stuffed with:

a (finially!) one piece license

a visa card

a debit card

a scene card

Yes, I'm not quite a normal girl. This is not only my wallet, but pretty much my purse as well.

Other than that I carry around a phone, and sometimes a set of keys.

Thats pretty much all I need. I have no idea what is in all those giant purses the 12 year olds are carrying around these days.

*No need to worry, my dear Thomas has is tucked away safe and sound. Wouldn't mind it back soon though.

Sometimes...

I hate the weekend.

I guess it's not really the weekend fault; It's the beginning of the next week that deserves the blame.

During the weekend I get to see my Thomas so much. We hang out pretty much the whole weekend. We see our friends, we buy groceries and make supper. We stay up late and watch movies. We clean house and walk the dog. He drops me off I and picks me up from work (what a guy!) But during all of this happy-happy joy-joy time, there is always the lingering thought of next week thats is daring to ruin my weekend fun.

Then comes the week.

It usually goes something like this: "Okay, I work this night, this night and am busy this night, and you work until 6 every night, and need to go to bed on time to get back up at 6 the next morning...Kay, see ya next weekend."

I don't like this.

I can only imagine what it will be like when I am in school and am busy every night.

Such is life. Sometimes I wonder if it's even worth it. Whats the point? But, then I look back on my weekend, and I see, it's all good. It's all worth it.

3 months?!

When I look it over a lot of things have happened. But I can barely believe I've had my dreads for 3 months. Its weird, cause I still feel like they are so new, and I have no idea what I'm doing with them half the time. They basically look the same as they did at the beginning. I'm not sure if that was because they were good at the beginning, or if they are bad now. And I'm still trying to figure out how to wash them and having dreams where I wash them and they all come loose and go back to normal hair. It's weird trying to keep track of a hair schedule. I wonder if it will be weird going back to normal when I get rid of them.

I have decided to get extensions. I want long dreadlocks, but I'm also not sure if I want them for 5 years while my hair grows out. So I'm going the cheater rout. Oh well. I'm still looking forward to Folk Fest where I can properly show them off!

My New Love

It's been a long process; First the written test, then the booking of the course. Then missing David Gray due to the course. Then two nights of the course. Then one old bike that was only half there. Then a new(er) bike that was all there. Then a week of waiting for the safety.

About $2400 bucks later (including both bikes and insurance), bliss. Oh I forgot about the course. Add another $300 to that...dang. Thank-you income tax refund!

This is my new bike. It's blue just like my bicycle-bike. It is a 1981 Honda cm400t. (Don't ask me what any of that means, other than the size of the engine is something like 400 centimeters cubed...?) And I like it. Too bad this weather sucks so much lately.

Oh, I forgot to mention I was trying to come up with a name for her. Any suggestions?

20 Things Costumers Do To Make Me Hate (dislike) My Job:

In no particular order:

1. Put all their groceries up on the till and when I'm half done bagging them pull out a bag and say, in an innocent idiot voice "Oh...sorry, I have a bag."

2. Push their cart through the till behind me, kindly letting me know; "I left a bag of potatoes in the cart..." Oh really thanks, because while you've only been to the store once today, I have already lifted 20 bags of potatoes, 47 cases of pop and 82 jugs of milk. So how about you get this one?

3. Put all their change on the till when my hand is open and ready for it an inch away.

4. Asking "Is is okay if I get rid of some of my change?" Yeah, it's fine. But be quick about it, and don't ask me that stupid question.

5. "I'm walking...so can I get everything balanced out and double bagged?" Well I have an idea, how about first of all you get some reusable bags so you don't kill our environment, and if your that picky, do it yourself.

6. When they (women) wait in line and when it is finally their turn and I give them their total they have absolutely NO idea where their wallet is in their GIGANTIC purse. Yeah, I'm pretty sure its not your first time at a grocery store. It's a pretty basic procedure...the same every time...

7. When they count out their change and proceed to hand it to me on top of a bill. I don't do that to you, please don't do that to me.

8. Right when I go to hand them their change back they hand me a nickel and two pennies, so that I have to put back all my change and give them a loony. Yeah, I know, I hate change too, but get on the ball and give it to me before I've already counted out your 93 cents.

9. When I ask "Do you want your -insert item here- in a bag?" I am not trying to encourage you to use a bag.

10. Basically any over use of bags: Meat in a separate bag, milk jugs in bags, ice cream pails in bags, a single loaf of bread in a bag, etc..

11. When I give them their total for the day and they hold up the back of a card to me. Thanks, because I have x-ray vision and can tell if that is debit or credit from the back.

12. When I then proceed to ask if it is debit, and they don't correct me, and I put it through as debit then they look at me like I'm an idiot and say, "It's a Visa."

13. When people put 7 items on the till and exclaim "Oh! I forgot -insert item here-! Can I just leave this here and go get it?" Why yes, yes you can. Then when another costumer comes when you are gone it will just magically move out of the way for a second and reappear when you come back.

14. When they make me call a supervisor to do a refund wherein they receive less that 50 cents back.

15. Come through my till on their cell phone. I just ignore them right back.

16. Cigarette's and lottery. I have nothing more to say.

17. Asking me to break a 20. I am not a bank. and I run out of 5's and 10's fast enough thank you.

18. When people bring one bag and 36 items and ask me to put it all in that one bag. Oh and please don't squish the bread. Or put the cookies sideways. Or bruise the bananas. Again, just do it yourself if your that picky. I can do a pretty good job, and I won't dump out your cookies or bruise your fruit, but please stop complaining so much.

19. When people wear their iPod through the till and keep asking me to repeat myself.

20. Commenting on the weather. I know people like to make light conversation, but I've already heard it 174 times today, and I know everyone is different. But me, personally, I'd rather just not talk to you.

And one for good luck

21. After people sign for their credit card they hand me their receipt and the pen. No actually that pen was there when you got here, please leave it there. It just gets awkward and I am trying to go fast and you are throwing off my routine.

And one more...

22. When I am frantically searching on my screen for the code to a leek (or any other minorly obscure produce item) and they say "It's a leek." Like I'm a retard. Yeah, I know its a leek. What I'm more interested in is the little 4 digit code that I'm expected to memorize for every fruit and vegetable. So if you know what that is keep talking, otherwise just be quiet.

Now, this goes for strangers. As soon as I know you, none of these rules apply. I am just happy to see a face I know and actually care about.