HAPPY BIRTHDAY MA SOEUR!!! I hope that is correct, I looked it up, according to Yahoo! "Babel Fish" that's what they told me "my sister" means so whatever...please correct me if I'm wrong.
I have been looking forward to my 22nd birthday, I know the whole time I'm 22 it will never be "really bad", (life, that is)...I guess it's because 2 is my favorite number, so 22 is just as awesome, so I figure the age of 22 will rock...I know, it's kind of weird...
NOT THE POINT...GINGER MARRIE, have a totally frickin awesome birthday, hope you have a really really happy day, I hope it rains for you and you see some totally weird animal you wanted to see, and I hope your rabbit tries it's hardest to look cute for you, and I hope David makes you dinner, and I hope you win the lottery, even if it's only $20, and I hope you magically get a phone call from an employer you really want a job from and they give you a job where you do what you like to do and get paid a lot to do it, and there are no stupid people there to bug you. There. That's my birthday wish for you.
Totally random, but there was a slight pause between the last paragraph and this one, I decided to "tidy up" the front of the bike shop...I had put together a men's cypress in the front of the shop yesterday, and never took care of the box. I then recall the fact that my grandma wants a bike box to put her cakes on for grandpa's 75th birthday this weekend, she had apparently gone to several stores looking for the thicker things to put her cake(s) on, and none of them were big enough, so she asked for a bike box, since they're thick and big...................which brought me to the question; Why would she need one so big? Is she making a life-size cake of grandpa?? I giggled when I thought that, those bike boxes are really big. If I wasn't so wide right now, I could easily fit into one with space to move around in.
There is a lot going on this weekend, Round Table is Friday, the "Wall that Heals" will be here Friday through part of next week, (that's the 1/2 scale model of the Vietnam wall, btw) Tony and my dad have volunteered to work security at the wall on Saturday, I think ironically they will be working the same shift, so at least they'll have somebody to talk to. Also, apparently, Jessica and her son will be in Charlotte this weekend, it is somewhere near Donovan's birthday, so there is going to be a birthday party for him out at Gerry's house on Saturday. Sunday I believe is the party at Camp Francis for grandpa, wow, 75, wasn't aware he was that old...also not the point...
Well, that's enough for today, again, Ginger Marrie, have a good birthday, and tell Neil I told him happy belated birthday, have fun being a classic :D
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Pretty good weekend
Well, Friday we signed the lease to our new apartment, we handed over $1522.50 to Elsa, the Shaker House lady, the only reason we had that kind of money was from Tony's tax return we stashed away immediately after getting it, then when he got back from North Dakota he got paid again, so we freakishly had the money at just the right time.
Friday night we moved all of our stuff from Jimmy's house, so we slept at our new place that night, which ironically, I slept the entire way through the night. It was awesome.
Saturday, I had to work at the bike shop, but while I was there, Tony, and his co-worker Chris, and Joey moved 99% of the stuff out of the storage unit. After I got out of work, I ended up working my ass off until like midnight moving stuff, putting things where they needed to go, probably working harder than I should have.
But on the plus side of things, everything is the way it should be, the second bedroom is full of stuff I still have to go through, but other than that, my kitchen, my bathroom, my bedroom, and 98% of my living room is where it's supposed to be.
Ginger Marrie, tomorrow is your birthday, so have a lovely 22nd birthday, 22 is a fun number, so you will enjoy the whole year! :D
Friday night we moved all of our stuff from Jimmy's house, so we slept at our new place that night, which ironically, I slept the entire way through the night. It was awesome.
Saturday, I had to work at the bike shop, but while I was there, Tony, and his co-worker Chris, and Joey moved 99% of the stuff out of the storage unit. After I got out of work, I ended up working my ass off until like midnight moving stuff, putting things where they needed to go, probably working harder than I should have.
But on the plus side of things, everything is the way it should be, the second bedroom is full of stuff I still have to go through, but other than that, my kitchen, my bathroom, my bedroom, and 98% of my living room is where it's supposed to be.
Ginger Marrie, tomorrow is your birthday, so have a lovely 22nd birthday, 22 is a fun number, so you will enjoy the whole year! :D
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Woo For Me
Yeah, totally random, but I am very proud of myself today, I have put together 2 bikes. Yes, believe it or not, I can put together new bikes. I haven't tried fixing bikes, mom says that next summer I'll be the "help" and fix the bikes, assuming I don't have a better job, or a full time job...
And today isn't the first time I've put together new bikes. Maybe a month ago we got 16 new bikes in, dad put together 5 of them, mom put together 1, and I did the rest, over the course of 3 days. That's 10 that I did, we got them on a Friday, Dad and I each put together 1, then Saturday, dad came in early and did 2 before 10 am when I got there, then, dad of course got busy, I did like 7 of them between 10 and 4, mom did one that day, then Sunday, dad and I came in and each did 2 more. I am pretty good at them now. I can't adjust shifting, there are too many little combinations that it could need despite it being brand new...that's a Denny and dad thing...but I can adjust brakes. That's pretty easy.
It only took me about 1 1/2 hours to put together a women's "Suede" and a little girls "Taffy", which was awesome. I guess there is still one bike to go, I think it's another "Suede", maybe this time it's the blue one.
Ok, the end.
And today isn't the first time I've put together new bikes. Maybe a month ago we got 16 new bikes in, dad put together 5 of them, mom put together 1, and I did the rest, over the course of 3 days. That's 10 that I did, we got them on a Friday, Dad and I each put together 1, then Saturday, dad came in early and did 2 before 10 am when I got there, then, dad of course got busy, I did like 7 of them between 10 and 4, mom did one that day, then Sunday, dad and I came in and each did 2 more. I am pretty good at them now. I can't adjust shifting, there are too many little combinations that it could need despite it being brand new...that's a Denny and dad thing...but I can adjust brakes. That's pretty easy.
It only took me about 1 1/2 hours to put together a women's "Suede" and a little girls "Taffy", which was awesome. I guess there is still one bike to go, I think it's another "Suede", maybe this time it's the blue one.
Ok, the end.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
I got a car for a weekend (GO ME)
Well, news in my world, I am 25 weeks along, and for all of those people who don't really know what that means, that puts me at like 6 1/2 months...normally, pregnancy is 40 weeks, so at least I'm over half way along...oh, and another thing I learned, it's not 9 months...it's more like one week less than 10 months. There. Store that away for a rainy day.
My parents are leaving (or have already left) today for South Haven...one of my favorite places in Michigan. Poor daddy has been working all day and night for Spartan, all because he kind of got promoted to this new program they have called Sparcon, and because of this, he is the only guy in the WHOLE ENTIRE COMPANY who knows how to do his job, which he is still kind of learning, so other than the fact that they did give him his own spiffy looking computer-cell phone (like a black berry, but different name) that he doesn't have to pay for, now he gets a million calls a day, and 2 million emails a day, and most of the time, he barely makes it to the bike shop before 5:30, just to close at 6, go home, eat dinner, then go through his phone to respond to the 100 emails he received since 5. The refused to even give him an afternoon off 2 weeks ago just so he could go biking at Ft. Custer because the weather was nice. How rude. He had to BEG his boss for 2 whole days off so he wouldn't go postal on all the bull shit, so today, once he is released, him and mom are going to South Haven until Sunday for a much-needed vacation.
So I get to extra hold down the fort...John Spencer, the kid who worked summers for my parents last year and the year before (then he turned 18...can't afford to pay him 7.15/hr for 40 hours a week...they can pay me that much, but I only work like 20-25 hours a week) ...anyways, John is coming back for a couple days to help Denny with the repairs until my parents come back, so it'll just be the 3 of us until Saturday, which we'll be closing early for anyway, Denny has to leave at 1:30 for something he won't go into detail about...somewhat suspicious...
Not the point. What is cool is that I'll have more hours this week, so it will be a nicer pay check...
Ok. I'm done. I should probably find something important to do here to get my money's worth while I'm "working"...
My parents are leaving (or have already left) today for South Haven...one of my favorite places in Michigan. Poor daddy has been working all day and night for Spartan, all because he kind of got promoted to this new program they have called Sparcon, and because of this, he is the only guy in the WHOLE ENTIRE COMPANY who knows how to do his job, which he is still kind of learning, so other than the fact that they did give him his own spiffy looking computer-cell phone (like a black berry, but different name) that he doesn't have to pay for, now he gets a million calls a day, and 2 million emails a day, and most of the time, he barely makes it to the bike shop before 5:30, just to close at 6, go home, eat dinner, then go through his phone to respond to the 100 emails he received since 5. The refused to even give him an afternoon off 2 weeks ago just so he could go biking at Ft. Custer because the weather was nice. How rude. He had to BEG his boss for 2 whole days off so he wouldn't go postal on all the bull shit, so today, once he is released, him and mom are going to South Haven until Sunday for a much-needed vacation.
So I get to extra hold down the fort...John Spencer, the kid who worked summers for my parents last year and the year before (then he turned 18...can't afford to pay him 7.15/hr for 40 hours a week...they can pay me that much, but I only work like 20-25 hours a week) ...anyways, John is coming back for a couple days to help Denny with the repairs until my parents come back, so it'll just be the 3 of us until Saturday, which we'll be closing early for anyway, Denny has to leave at 1:30 for something he won't go into detail about...somewhat suspicious...
Not the point. What is cool is that I'll have more hours this week, so it will be a nicer pay check...
Ok. I'm done. I should probably find something important to do here to get my money's worth while I'm "working"...
Friday, May 02, 2008
I think I need some advise
ALRIGHT...I'll first start you off on the "Master Plan", because that is where this all goes wrong.
The "Master Plan" begins with us getting the apartment at Shaker House. Then it flows onto Tony leaving for North Dakota on or before the 27th of April. Then on May 1st, I hoped to sign the lease, then slowly but surely (with help from Charlotte, who volunteered) start on moving all our crap from our storage unit. If it happened to work out this way, if I emptied the storage unit before Tony got home, or at least got all of the necessary things out (not the crap Tony has plans for) my father volunteered to move the bed/tv/movies/clothes out of our current room at Jimmy's house. Weather Tony was home or not, that was the "Master Plan".
What was achieved was we got the apartment at Shaker House and Tony left for North Dakota on the 25th of April to make sure he got there on time. I couldn't sign the lease for the apartment because Tony was the one bringing in the income, he is the main lease-holder, and has to be present to sign the lease, which means I can't move anything until he signs the lease. Bummer. Obviously, the rest of the "Master Plan" can't happen because of that.
Jimmy was aware of our "Master Plan" before we were aware of the problems and flaws with the "Master Plan". Jimmy apparently believes that nothing ever goes wrong in the world and that the "Master Plan" would go through without any problems. But he told us as of last Friday, we wouldn't have to pay anymore rent because we were planning on starting the moving out process as of yesterday, but since the "Master Plan" blew up in our faces...Jimmy also asked me to put the cats in this new apartment I was supposed to have by today because they are causing him more stress and hassle that I can't mess with on account of I'm pregnant. Duh.
I enlightened Jimmy on the issues we now faced, and how the cats couldn't be moved because I had no apartment until Tony gets home. Tony is supposed to be released from his base on the 12th of May. It will take comfortably 2 days for him to drive home. He wanted to stop in Wisconsin to see a friend of his from basic training, NOT FOR A WEEK, just for like an hour or so. So let's pretend he gets out at 3pm on the 12th of May. Since he got up so early, like he will have done every day since he got there, like 4:30 every morning, he won't want to drive that day, he'll stay, sleep in the next morning, then leave, making it to Wisconsin that day, seeing his friend for probably the hour or so he wants to, and if not that night, the next day, then leave that day, being the 14th, and be home that day. Maybe even at the latest, if Tony really really dragged it out, he'd be home by the 15th. But I doubt that.
Jimmy told me today that this new dude, "Troy", whom I do not like; I don't like looking at his face, he has a really really bad mullet, and he doesn't know how to shut a fucking door, because for the last 3 nights in a row when he comes over to smoke Jimmy's pot, he has let my fucking cat out and then doesn't tell me about it until I'm "hey, have you seen Bill?"........"Oh, yeah, he got out like 2 hours ago when I got here......" anyways, Jimmy told me today that, and I quote for a reason, "he will be moving into your room when you move out on the 14th."
To which I reply, "Oh, well I don't know if we're moving out on the 14th, Tony wants to stop at his friends house in Wisconsin on his way back." And that was all I got out. Jimmy then went on to get an attitude, saying that Tony was starting to piss him off, and that he's trying to be nice and not make us pay the rent, and that Tony CAN NOT stop at his friends house, he needs to come straight home and get out of his spare room. I tried to tell him that I talked to him today, and if he hadn't interrupted me, he would've heard me say "he'll probably be home by the 15th, maybe 16th at the latest" but he continued to complain about how he's just trying to be nice and how Tony is putting him out in the wind, walking all over him as he walks away not even talking to me anymore. Then, since "Troy" was sitting in Jimmy's room, probably contemplating the concept of string, goes in there and continues to bitch about Tony and how he is going to "gallivant across the country for a week after he gets out of his class"...
So I guess what my issue seems to be, is what the hell am I supposed to say or do to Jimmy that won't screw up our friendship? My parents are kind of paying me at the bike shop, but my mom doesn't want to pay me under the table because it screws up her paper work, and if I can't get unemployment, she'd give me paychecks "above the table", and I'd be an employee. If I can get unemployment, I'll still work for her, but she'll take the money I'm making from her and just pay off my debt I owe them. But we don't know yet if I'm getting unemployment, so she payed me cash last Saturday, but I don't want her to screw up her paper work for too much longer, do I ask for a pay check this weekend and just give Jimmy $75 so he can't bitch at me and Tony? Do I tell Tony all this crap, just so Tony can get pissed off because somebody who has no business telling Tony what to do is telling Tony what to do which will then make Tony not want anything to do with Jimmy, which means our friendship will be all sorts of screwed up, most likely non-existent.
I'm kind of lost, and still pissed off that Jimmy said last week "yeah, sign your lease, and it would help me out a lot if you got those cats out of here...you can stay as long as you want, but your cats are just too stressful......." but now he's "oh, you need to be out by the 14th.... blah blah blah blah..."
I'm lost.
The "Master Plan" begins with us getting the apartment at Shaker House. Then it flows onto Tony leaving for North Dakota on or before the 27th of April. Then on May 1st, I hoped to sign the lease, then slowly but surely (with help from Charlotte, who volunteered) start on moving all our crap from our storage unit. If it happened to work out this way, if I emptied the storage unit before Tony got home, or at least got all of the necessary things out (not the crap Tony has plans for) my father volunteered to move the bed/tv/movies/clothes out of our current room at Jimmy's house. Weather Tony was home or not, that was the "Master Plan".
What was achieved was we got the apartment at Shaker House and Tony left for North Dakota on the 25th of April to make sure he got there on time. I couldn't sign the lease for the apartment because Tony was the one bringing in the income, he is the main lease-holder, and has to be present to sign the lease, which means I can't move anything until he signs the lease. Bummer. Obviously, the rest of the "Master Plan" can't happen because of that.
Jimmy was aware of our "Master Plan" before we were aware of the problems and flaws with the "Master Plan". Jimmy apparently believes that nothing ever goes wrong in the world and that the "Master Plan" would go through without any problems. But he told us as of last Friday, we wouldn't have to pay anymore rent because we were planning on starting the moving out process as of yesterday, but since the "Master Plan" blew up in our faces...Jimmy also asked me to put the cats in this new apartment I was supposed to have by today because they are causing him more stress and hassle that I can't mess with on account of I'm pregnant. Duh.
I enlightened Jimmy on the issues we now faced, and how the cats couldn't be moved because I had no apartment until Tony gets home. Tony is supposed to be released from his base on the 12th of May. It will take comfortably 2 days for him to drive home. He wanted to stop in Wisconsin to see a friend of his from basic training, NOT FOR A WEEK, just for like an hour or so. So let's pretend he gets out at 3pm on the 12th of May. Since he got up so early, like he will have done every day since he got there, like 4:30 every morning, he won't want to drive that day, he'll stay, sleep in the next morning, then leave, making it to Wisconsin that day, seeing his friend for probably the hour or so he wants to, and if not that night, the next day, then leave that day, being the 14th, and be home that day. Maybe even at the latest, if Tony really really dragged it out, he'd be home by the 15th. But I doubt that.
Jimmy told me today that this new dude, "Troy", whom I do not like; I don't like looking at his face, he has a really really bad mullet, and he doesn't know how to shut a fucking door, because for the last 3 nights in a row when he comes over to smoke Jimmy's pot, he has let my fucking cat out and then doesn't tell me about it until I'm "hey, have you seen Bill?"........"Oh, yeah, he got out like 2 hours ago when I got here......" anyways, Jimmy told me today that, and I quote for a reason, "he will be moving into your room when you move out on the 14th."
To which I reply, "Oh, well I don't know if we're moving out on the 14th, Tony wants to stop at his friends house in Wisconsin on his way back." And that was all I got out. Jimmy then went on to get an attitude, saying that Tony was starting to piss him off, and that he's trying to be nice and not make us pay the rent, and that Tony CAN NOT stop at his friends house, he needs to come straight home and get out of his spare room. I tried to tell him that I talked to him today, and if he hadn't interrupted me, he would've heard me say "he'll probably be home by the 15th, maybe 16th at the latest" but he continued to complain about how he's just trying to be nice and how Tony is putting him out in the wind, walking all over him as he walks away not even talking to me anymore. Then, since "Troy" was sitting in Jimmy's room, probably contemplating the concept of string, goes in there and continues to bitch about Tony and how he is going to "gallivant across the country for a week after he gets out of his class"...
So I guess what my issue seems to be, is what the hell am I supposed to say or do to Jimmy that won't screw up our friendship? My parents are kind of paying me at the bike shop, but my mom doesn't want to pay me under the table because it screws up her paper work, and if I can't get unemployment, she'd give me paychecks "above the table", and I'd be an employee. If I can get unemployment, I'll still work for her, but she'll take the money I'm making from her and just pay off my debt I owe them. But we don't know yet if I'm getting unemployment, so she payed me cash last Saturday, but I don't want her to screw up her paper work for too much longer, do I ask for a pay check this weekend and just give Jimmy $75 so he can't bitch at me and Tony? Do I tell Tony all this crap, just so Tony can get pissed off because somebody who has no business telling Tony what to do is telling Tony what to do which will then make Tony not want anything to do with Jimmy, which means our friendship will be all sorts of screwed up, most likely non-existent.
I'm kind of lost, and still pissed off that Jimmy said last week "yeah, sign your lease, and it would help me out a lot if you got those cats out of here...you can stay as long as you want, but your cats are just too stressful......." but now he's "oh, you need to be out by the 14th.... blah blah blah blah..."
I'm lost.
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