heat wave is over!

This morning it was really hot. The central air conditioner at work didn't work so I went downstairs to check the fuse box. Last summer it stopped working one day and it had tripped the fuse or whatever it is called. The door to the room with the fuse box had a padlock on it and a note that said something about it being the record retention room and it had to be locked. I called the maintenance supervisor and asked for the combination so I could check the fuse box. He wouldn't give it to me and made us wait 15 mintues for him to get here. Now I'm wondering what is really in that room. He came out and said he thinks it stopped working because there is water in the room and the wires were in the water. This is the same room that had the black mold problem. These morons got all the black mold cleaned out and didn't take care of the problem that led to the black mold. I laughed. Anyway, now we don't have central air until tomorrow. I'll believe it when I see it. A huge thunderstorm came through and now it's cool outside anyway. And I have a window air conditioner in my office so I'll be okay. I'm thinking by this time next year the black mold will be rediscovered and I'll have to find a new place to work.

what a funny place to work.

I'm trying to be a little more positive about this crazy workplace. Every week I meet with my supervisor for supervision. Original name, isn't it? We are supposed to talk about difficult cases during this time but it usually turns into a time for my supervisor to bitch about her job and her boss. Today we met over the phone and I got to hear all about how my supervisor's supervisor is trying to fire her. My supervisor kept asking me all these questions about my cases that supposedly her supervisor wanted to know the answers to. I answered them until finally I asked, "why don't you just tell your supervisor to call me and ask me herself?" Apparently that is too hard to do. Then she read notes she had taken at a meeting a couple weeks ago and asked me if they were correct. I didn't remember what she was talking about and she freaked out.

Supervisor: Then you said you would email the Excel spreadsheet to A and A would change it so the other program could use it.
Me: I don't remember that that was what was said but it must have been something like that because A emailed me asking for the spreadsheet and I emailed it to her.
S: No, that's how the conversation went. You don't remember?
M: No but it must be correct because I did send the spreadsheet to her.
S: But that's how it was said. Right? Because F said that you said you would email the spreadsheet to me and I would change it so the other program could use it. But that can't be right because I wrote it down like this.
M: Well did you tell her she was wrong?
S: No but it must be right because I wouldn't even know how to change the spreadsheet. You really don't remember?

and I won't bore you more with the rest. Let's just say it was more of the same, me not remembering but agreeing with her, and her pressing me to remember. Because I'm not very nice, I didn't tell her that I could look at the notes I took at that meeting. I probably did write down something about the exchange. But the conversation was so ridiculous, I kind of wanted to see just how ridiculous it could get.

Around 3PM I decided to go across the street to get a sandwich from Subway. The maintenance guys were outside grilling and offered a pork chop but no applesauce. It looked yummy so I accepted. Then I was still going to go across the street to get some soda. One of the maintenance guys said he had a bunch of soda in his office. He said last week he saw a bunch of stuff by the telephone pole by the parking lot. He thought it was trash and went to clean it up but when he got there he found it was a bunch of cans of soda. So he supplied me with a can of Coke for me and a can of Pepsi for my coworker. I sat down and started to enjoy my free lunch. So much for that. Pork chop = nasty. Coke = flat. Pepsi = flat. My coworker confessed they offered her some grilled treats earlier and hers ended up in the trash can as well. Oh well. Nice of them to offer. I guess. I just can't believe they ate that shit. When they were done they brought the extras in and offered them to my coworker and I. We both patted our bellies and said we were full. He wrapped the leftovers in foil and put them in the fridge and told us not to bring our lunches tomorrow. I won't bring lunch tomorrow but not because there's leftovers!!

done with school! for now...

Last night I took the final exam for my stupid class. I think I did well. It was an essay exam and I wrote for almost 2 hours. What a pain in the ass. Actually, it was a pain in the ass and a pain in my left hand from writing so much. Let's not take things so literally, okay Greg Brady?

Before my exam started I had to pee. While I was peeing I was reading some of the literature on the wall of the stall. One thing I read was, "No matter the distance, I love you -in memory of Jason" If anyone who loves me reads this blog, please, I beg you, do not, I repeat, do NOT memorialize me on a bathroom wall. Thank you.

Yesterday I realized I was supposed to go to my sister's house on Monday and today to take care of their cats and get their mail and stuff while they are on vacation. Yeah. Yesterday was Tuesday so that means I didn't go on Monday. I was feeling terribly guilty about not having time to do it yesterday after work since I had to go to take a stupid final exam. My guilt woke me up at 5:30AM today and I was unable to go back to sleep so I got up and went to her house before work. There is a Panera Bread by her house and I loooooove their asiago cheese bagels so I decided to pick up a couple bagels for my coworker and myself on my way to work. While waiting for the kind lady to make my i.c. cappucino chip delight I noticed a sign on the wall toward the kitchen that read, "CAUTION Hot Racks". After surveying the premises, I realized it must have been referring to the racks of baked goods underneath the sign because while the staff was friendly and helpful, they did not have hot racks.

I'm ready for a nap now.

myspace.com

Have any of you checked this site out? It's like friendster.com only a little bit better. And it's better because I get messages like this:

"Hi, My name is David 27 years old from Birmingham Michigan. I am 6’2 173 red hair green eyes. I am a very sweet kind caring man with a good heart and personality. Who work full time and attend Baker College majoring in web design. I am the kind of guy who will do anything for the girl I love, make you soup when your sick, hold you and wipe your tears when you’re sad. I don’t base a relationship on sex when we go out we take turns deciding what we do, when we are intimate we go slow teach and cherish and keep everything we do between us. The most important thing in the world to me is making you happy. You’re always welcome to call me anytime you need me and you’re never a bother. I don’t force or control and u have a right to do what ever you want but if u gave me your heart we have to be honest open and faithful, as long as your honest open and true to me. I wont get upset, but if u lie to me or if u avoid telling me something I will get upset, also, you can call me anytime u need me 1am or 1pm and I will come over to be with you as long as your there for me. I like to hang with friends, bowl, pool, concerts, movies, hang with friends or family and like to do anything fun. I don’t club, party, I don’t smoke, don’t do drugs and drink sometimes and want the girl I am with to be the same way. I only slow dance at weddings and want the girl I am with to accept that. I dress preppy casual, like all music except hard rap, I drive a 1997 ford thunderbird and I have a husky and a lab. I am seeking a long term relationship with someone who wants to settle down and who’s not interested in games. I want a girl who is not wild, or into clubs party’s who does not smoke or do drugs and drinks from time to time. I Love kissing on the first date, I love holding hands and I am very affectionate, I don’t need a reason to show you I love you, everyday we are together is special and a holiday, I cherish being with you all the time, I love holding you in my arms, in line at the movies or any time, feeling u against me, smelling your hair and making u feel safe. I love tickling you and just making you happy, I love kissing you, seeing your eyes glow and seeing your smile get big, I love the idea of making dinner, renting a movie, u and me cuddling on the couch, I cover you with a blanket, you fall asleep in my arms, and I give u a soft massage, I don’t force I don’t control and you have a right to do what ever you want, as long as your honest open faithful, we don’t lie, cheat or play games, and we discuss everything we will be good, sex is slow we teach we cherish we learn and work together we never get upset,. I can over look the smoking if that’s all you do. I am a romantic guy, dinners movies, bowling, ice cream, walks in the park, watching the sunset with you or just staying up all night talking. If you feel I am someone worth talking to, Email me at blah blah blah, or chat with me at blah blah blah or blah blah blah."

and this...

"Hi, Lookin for anything fun and adventurous? I'm in Troy MI
-D"

and this...

"Jen, You look wild and fun. Wanna meet a guy for some adventure?
Doug"

sleeeeeep.

I think I finished my paper. I'll read it again tomorrow just to make sure. Part of me thinks it rocks. Part of me thinks it sucks. And the rest of me doesn't really give a shit.

Now I should study for the exam. But I'm sleepy. I think I'll go to bed and study while I am at work tomorrow. Part of me thinks I rock. Part of me thinks I suck. And the rest of me doesn't really give a shit.

Goodnight.

slacker.

Tomorrow I have a policy analysis paper due and a final. Today I am freaking out because I am not ready for either.

So I am at work trying to get some studying done. It's not working! I know why I procrastinate. It's from years and years (well, 4 to be exact) of waiting until the last minute to churn out a 20-page paper, an 8-page paper, and study for 2 finals. But things are different now. I have my little happy-go-study pill. I should be able to sit down and get shit done. It's not working!!

Oh.

Maybe I need to increase the dose. Duh. Time to call the doctor...

freaky dream.

Last night I didn't sleep very well. Or very much. Thoughts of returning to work kept me awake. But when I did sleep I had a really messed up dream. I decided to kill a man by giving him a pill. He stopped by my house to get a drink of water and I invited him in, gave him a glass of water and a pill, and sent him to the basement to die. When Jesse got home I told him I killed a guy and we should probably go to the basement to get rid of the body. We both grabbed garbage bags and went downstairs. When we got down there Jesse realized the guy wasn't dead. I was mad and said, "Well we better call 9-1-1 and now I'll have to turn myself in." Then the guy sat up and said, "what the fuck?" and got up and left. So I didn't call 9-1-1 but was still worried that I should probably turn myself in anyway.

That's all I remember. I don't know who the man was. And I don't know why I wanted to kill him. I don't think there was a reason. I just wanted to.

What's happening to me???

welcome home!!

I got home from church camp this afternoon. Actually, I had come home Thursday for class...and then went back to camp on Friday morning. So this time I am home for good. We had an awesome week. Joanna and I worked our asses off and it worked! The kids had all good things to say about us. They even requested we be in charge next year. I'm thinking about it. It will be the last summer that I won't be in class for a while. We'll see.

It's after 9 and I just woke up from a 2 1/2 hour nap on the couch. I didn't try to take a nap. It just happened. I hope I can sleep tonight! Maybe I'll take some Benadryl. Do I have "a problem" if I took Ritalin to stay awake for the drive home today, and then I take Benadryl to go to sleep tonight? Wait wait don't tell me! It's a whole new radio show... maybe mine should be called "wait wait let me stay in denial!"

Time to watch Six Feet Under...

vacation!

Tomorrow morning I leave for a week at church camp. I am super excited and can't wait to get there and let the fun begin.

Every summer between 4th and 12th grades I spent a week at this camp. Oh the memories are endless. I met some of my best friends there! It's such a great place to let everything (work, village idiots, commutes to work) go and just be at peace. It looks like we have a great group of campers and we have some really fun stuff planned. If the campers don't have fun, at least Joanna and I will. And isn't that what is really important? Just kidding. Kind of.

So I probably won't be blogging much, if at all. I'll be coming home Thursday evening to go to class so hopefully I'll have time to tell some fun stories. I have plans to go to the bar after class and then am going back to camp on Friday morning so I might not have time. Just depends on how much fun I have at the bar. Is it wrong to go back to church camp with a hangover? Probably. It wouldn't be the first time. And it wouldn't be the worst thing someone has ever done!

Have a great week!

good day

I went to work early today because I didn't have to pick up my coworker. I got lots done before my coworkers showed up for our weekly meeting. Then it felt like time came to a grinding halt. 2 hours of sitting with these fools while they discuss stupid stuff. I used to think participating would make the time go by faster. But it just made me really bitter. So I stopped.

A few weeks ago I had to take a midterm exam in my class. Professor finally returned them to us tonight. Before he returned them he talked all about how disappointed he was and how we didn't do as well as he had hoped and blah blah blah. There were 30 points on the exam and he said only 2 people got 28 points and that was the highest grade. I was freaking out because I was convinced I flunked. He went over one of the questions and I knew I messed up because the answer he talked about definitely wasn't what I wrote. When he handed me my exam I wanted to cry. Then I looked at it and I got 28 points. Awesome. He must think I'm smart because when I read what I wrote for the question he went over, it wasn't anything he had just said we should have written. My classmates owe me big time because I also talked him into letting us turn our papers in on the 28th instead of the 23rd. That way I don't have to work on it as much at camp.

I thought I heard a noise in the basement. I'm too chicken to go look. If it's a thief, they suck because all of our stuff is still here or I interrupted them and they are downstairs trying to shove the washer and dryer out the window. They won't have any luck because Jesse had to tear a wall down just to get them down the stairs.

i'm important too!

There has been a bunch of emails on the village list lately from people who are convinced that they are better than the rest of the world. Okay maybe I'm being dramatic. Maybe they just think they're better than the rest of Detroit. One thread has been a discussion about home insurance. A resident got screwed by her insurance company and had asked the list to let him know if they had a good experience with another company. Being the good neighbors they are, they referred him to an agent right down the street. After he met with the agent he replied to the list with a glowing review of his experience. And now, because I am not a nice person (I believe I am, in fact, an asshole), I will post an excerpt from the email...(because I'm not a gaping asshole I will not list names and other identifying info)...

"The replacement value on the house was doubled, the value on the garage was tripled and the total premium was lowered over $600. We are quite happy. P told me during our conversation that her relative (maybe an aunt) lives over in B, and that her agency really does understand that our neighborhoods are not blanketed in with every other street in the 48214 zip code. And yes, the more homes & autos they cover, the better the rates we all get. If it works for concrete repair, why not insurance?? Listen Village People, the more we can do as a group, the more benefit there is for all of us. The bottom line is always money. You know the saying, "Money talks....bullsh#&! walks."..."

Yes, Village People. Bullshit does walk. And thank GOD someone understands that their neighborhood is NOT like the other ones in the 48214. I think this person just called my house a shit hole. But yes, I know, my house is not in the same ball park as their house. That doesn't mean I don't deserve a reasonable rate to insure my house!!!!!!

And then there has also been a conversation about a school in the neighborhood wanting to put up a playscape in the parking lot.

"To inform you as of today about the playscape, the construction has been stopped. For the third year in a row the C School has tried to put a very large playscape in (the land at the north end of) the parking area. Several of the surrounding neighbors, including myself, have stopped it again. The construction of the playscape would make our yards a fishbowl to 100 kids a day. The agreement between the City of Detroit, IVA, and The L Church is very clear on the use of that lot. It specifies parking only. The C school has consistently taken the stand that the neighbors are unimportant. (end of note)"

Yes. Why should kids have a playscape? They should just get to play in the parking lot. I hate kids. And by the way, sometimes a period '.' just isn't enough. (end of note)

dirt.

My coworker went to pick up her lunch today and ran into her daughter's neighbor. Apparently he had some woman hanging all over him and lovin' on him...and the woman wasn't his wife. My coworker said she just looked away and tried to not make eye contact. She is pretty sure he saw her.

I have an acquaintance that I have some dirt on. It's all very strange because I think she knows that I know the dirt. I think she acts differently around me, and maybe avoids me because she knows I know. It would be so nice if I could just tell her that I know and reassure her that I would never tell on her. But if she doesn't know that I know, I don't want to tell her that I know. It would be very embarrassing for her. And even though she is just an acquaintance, I don't want to do that to her.

I don't know how people have affairs. First of all, their time management skills must be amazing. I don't ever want to cheat on Jesse. But if I did, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to because I don't have time. Second, Ypsilanti isn't that big. I guess that's why my coworker ran into her daughter's neighbor and his "friend." And having an affair with someone in another city is just too difficult. It goes back to that time management thing. No time for an affair, definitely no time to commute to an affair. But really, I don't want to cheat on Jesse. And without a personal assistant to schedule an affair into my day/week/month/year, it's not going to happen.

mullet watch.

I'm worse than the people in the village. I bitch about them sending a photo of a homeless dude on their email list. And then I post this. Nice!

You can't tell from this photo but this guy is standing next to a trash can. He was there for most of the time we were there. Very funny. I tried to get a full body photo because he had a big ol' cast on his leg.

And then the sun came back out again.

We stayed and watched the grounds crew fix the field. It took them a long time to put the tarp on so the field was really wet. Jesse mentioned Jet's Pizza and I was out the door. So much for enjoying the game tonight. We got to see two innings.

But now we are watching Reno911! Oh yeahhh...

And then the sky opened up and it poured.

The sun was shining and the thunderstorm watch ended at 7. First pitch was at 7:07.

Jesse and I went to see the Tigers play the Padres at Comerica. It was a lovely evening and we got to see Jason Johnson warm up.

non-profits suck.

The agency I work for is mainly funded by grants. That means I have a butt-load of reports to do. One of our main funders has a huge report that is due twice a year. I turned my information into the report writer back in May, one week before the day it was due to her. The program director just called me to ask me why my data was screwed up. She proceeded to try to explain to me why my data was screwed up and I could hear the report writer in the background explaining it to her. Finally I asked to speak to the report writer because I had no idea what the program director was talking about. Of course when I talked to the report writer she realized that I didn't screw it up, she did. I hate this place.

Even though I have a ton of reports to write for funders, the aforementioned program director decided to make up an agency report so she can more easily give program statistics to the board of directors or anyone else who gives a shit. If she wasn't so lazy, incompetent, whatever, she would be able to get these statistics from any of the other reports we do. It would just take a minute to compile them. I decided that doing another report just so the program director could be lazy was ridiculous so for the past year and a half I just haven't done it. It is supposed to be done quarterly. Every three months I giggle at my rebellious self and am more and more convinced that the report is useless. If nobody has even noticed that I haven't done it, how important can it be? Last week I got an email from the program director. She CC'ed it to my supervisor. It was all about my report being way overdue and she needs it because the board of directors needs the numbers. Damnit. My supervisor emailed me and told me to do it. I guess I will do it. I hate this place.

It's really quite sad that we are so heavily grant funded. Every other non-profit agency in the world has realized that you can't run programs solely on grants. You have to be out in the community getting donations and setting up legacy programs and long-term giving crap. Isn't it pretty common knowledge that the government continues to cut funding to social service programs? I think the people in charge are finally understanding that this isn't going to work. But I'm wondering if it is too late. For years they have applied for grants for programs that bring in funding, but it's a constant struggle to run the programs well with the limited money provided by the grant. So now we have a bzillion programs that are all run with the minimum amount of staff and resources. But we have to keep the programs because we have to keep that grant money coming in just so the agency can remain open. Who the hell thought that was a good idea??

I guess I don't think I could do any better. Maybe I do. I'm probably wrong. So I'll shut up now.

I hope nobody from work ever reads this.

monday, oh monday, where did you go?

For the first time in a looooong time, I had a good Monday. I was super busy but there wasn't any major drama that pissed me off or made me want to hurt someone. Of course there was a long meeting about crap that I do not care about, but it was balanced out by a nice long lunch with a co-worker I actually like. And because I was super busy, the day flew by and even though I didn't get to leave the office until almost 6, it was okay because I got lots done. I need more days like this.

But now the stress is really starting to set in. I feel like I have a million things to do for camp next week. And I'm not even sure what those million things are. I have to write a policy analysis paper and I'm not even sure what that is. Just kidding. Kind of. And I have to find my cats' veterinarian records because they are going to see their new vet on Saturday. Shit.

Other than that I'm feeling very good because the 3rd dose of Ritalin for the day has kicked in quite nicely. That probably means I should get some of that paper written.

Maybe later I'll tell you all some more about church camp. That's right. I said church camp. Let's just hope none of the campers, or staff besides Joanna, find out about this blog.

We have rose bushes in our backyard.

I need to find more exciting things to take photos of.

i hate allergies

Until the past couple years I did not have allergies. Now I seem to have them. And I can't stop sneezing and blowing my nose. And what is up with itchy eyes? That is beyond strange to me. I was going to try to wear my glasses today to see if that would help but I forgot and put my contacts in. My glasses are old and I don't see as well with them. I took Claritin and it's helping but not enough!

Of course I am writing here because I am supposed to be writing a paper for class. And working on a report for my job.

Okay I think I better get to work.

Willie Horton is so cute.

I've decided to take a bunch of black and white photographs and put them in frames for our kitchen. This one probably won't make it. But I thought it was a funny photo of Barbaro Garbey anyway.

Ugueth Urbina has been traded. We will miss him.

But not that much.

Did I post this photo of me at Dolly Parton's Dixie Stampede? I don't remember. This man is the most sparkly person I have ever been this close to. Ever.

i forgot

One of the most important lessons from my Conspiracy Theory 101 class is that there are missiles stored under Grant Park in Chicago. Twice a year, at 2AM, the ground opens up and the missiles come out to be charged.

The professor is not teaching these lessons. Most come from a couple people in the class. But the professor doesn't say anything to stop the nonsense and apparently doesn't know enough to ask probing questions. I would take it upon myself but I do not wish to be the person in the class that everyone hates because I know more than them. I'd rather be stealth about knowing more than them. Also, if I say something, maybe they will stop sharing their wealths of knowledge and I won't have anything to blog about.

My professor did tell us that bad things are about to happen in Detroit because of the All-Star Game in July and the SuperBowl in February. He said that anytime you have really poor people (citizens of Detroit) mixed with really rich people (sports fans who can afford tickets), madness and mayhem will break out. According to him, the prostitutes are already preparing for the All-Star crowds. He did not, however, go into detail as to how they are preparing. Maybe I will ask him tomorrow. I have to be careful because I would like to get a good grade in this class and I think I am already not his favorite person.

dirty mind.

I'm just full of blog today.

This morning I was heading west on I-94, like I do at least 5 times a week. I drove by a truck that said Fuchs Lubricants Co. and I laughed because I thought, "What wonderful marketing. They can advertise on their truck and not have to write 'fuck'." Yeah. I'm a dumbass.

But I know that you, and you, and you would have thought the same thing. Or something more dirty.

od'ed

I took Ritalin twice this morning. As I washed down the second dose with a big gulp of ice cold water, I thought, "Hm. I'm having a moment of deja vu." That would be because I had just done the same thing about 7 minutes earlier. I wasn't sure until a few minutes later when I started feeling all jittery and anxious. Great. Unfortunately this does not mean that I will be medicated twice as long. It just means I will feel like shit for the same amount of time as one dose would have made me able to concentrate. I don't want to get one of those daily pill case thingies that every old person I know uses. But it might be time. Maybe I can get one and make it cool. Like make a pill case cozy out of condoms and lollipops or something.

conspiracy theory 101

I thought I was enrolled in a class called "Introduction to Social Welfare in the United States." But now I am pretty sure I read the course catalong incorrectly. These are some things I have learned so far:

• Printers and copy machines encode the paper they print on with secret identifying numbers so the government knows where they were printed. They are so secret, you can't even see them. The ACLU knows about it and is fighting this practice. I briefly checked out their website and didn't catch that article. Let me know if you find it.
• The plasma television was developed so the government can use satellites to see into your house. Thank God I don't have one. I don't need one. The neighbors call the cops on me for disturbances in their heads.
• The World Trade Center crash was planned and the government didn't do anything about it. They didn't think it would be such a huge disaster but they forgot to take into account the heat from the jet fuel. The towers were supposed to be damaged, but not that damaged.
• There is a cure for cancer but it is not available because there is too much money to be made from treating cancer. Yes. Because there no money will be made from curing cancer.
• Magic Johnson is no longer HIV positive because he was able to purchase a cure.
• Congress has passed a law stating usage of marijuana for medical purposes is illegal. (Okay, not so much a conspiracy as just wrong information.)

As soon as I learn something new, I'll be sure to let you know.

sleepy

I didn't get much sleep last night. Sometimes I get so comfortable in life. Everything seems to be going just fine. Sure my job sucks and I hate the drive. But other than that, it's okay. And then everything changes. And I don't get any sleep. And now I get to go facilitate a meeting that I don't really give a shit about. Is it Friday yet??

My new camera is lots of fun but I haven't had a chance to take any blog worthy photos. Maybe this weekend. Oh but this weekend I will be staying home to write a paper.

When I get some sleep everything will be better. I'll feel better and it won't be so hard. Right? Right-o my friends.

I love this headline. If I had a hubby, I would hope he wouldn't fit in my box. But 'a' box, I'd like to see that.

It's Sunday already. That means tomorrow is Monday. Yuck.

Yesterday was an awesome picnic on Belle Isle. The weather was wonderful and sunny. The friends were wonderful and sunny, too. We tried to ride the new giant slide but the line was long and the staff was not very efficient in getting people down the slide in a timely manner. Kristin was kind enough to flash Belle Isle! And Joel was kind enough to yell "show us your jugs!" to the bride getting her photo taken!! I love my friends!!

I picked up my camera last night. I'm still figuring it out so haven't taken any fun photos yet. Be patient, my friends.

It's hot in Detroit so yesterday we tried to install the window air conditioner in the dining room. The air conditioner is huge and we are pretty sure if we put it in the window without a support of some sort, it will fall out. So we brought the smaller air conditioner up from the basement and put it in the window. It seems to be working but it is really loud. Jesse and I spent the morning saying, "What?" "Huh?" "I didn't hear you." This will be interesting. No wonder the last owners left them here. And we thought they were just being nice. HA. Assholes.

Last night I had a pretty funky dream. First I was about to have a threesome with Jesse and some other guy. Then right before I was going to get to it, I stopped because I realized I forgot to ask Jesse if it was okay. Then I was in Seattle visiting my friend, Carol. Her sister, Janet, was there too. We ended up at a mall in some girly clothes store, where I do not belong. And Carol doesn't belong there either now that I think about it. Anyway, a bunch of Carol's friends were there and they were all shopping for cute clothes. I was bored so started wandering around. All of a sudden I noticed I didn't have my purse with me anymore. I was freaking out because I knew I couldn't get on a plane to go home without my ID. So I looked all over for it and then all of a sudden I had my purse with me. Carol and friends were still shopping so I went out in the mall to sit and wait. Robin Williams came and sat with me. In my dream world he had made some pretty radical political statements so I told him all about how even though I agreed with his statements, I didn't think it was a good idea for him to be so bold about it. I told him that now everyone will just associate him with politics and not for the rest of his talents.

That's all I remember. If anyone has any translations, please feel free to provide them.

it's picture time!

Today I bought a digital camera. Of course it wasn't in stock so I have to pick it up later today. So I will probably be posting some photos soon. I can't wait. I'm sure you can't either.

Be afraid.

This afternoon I had my first run-in with the Detroit Police Department. While I was getting ready to Swiffer the stairs and entryway two cops walked up to the door. I opened the door and asked how I could help them. The dude cop said someone called in a disturbance at this address. This address? Yes, this address. I told them I had no idea what they were talking about because I had just been cleaning. The chick cop (not Amanda) said it could have been a while ago. I asked if they knew what time someone called and they didn't. Maybe someone doesn't know the addresses on this street very well. Or maybe they didn't like it when I mowed the lawn. That's the loudest thing we did today. I did yell when we were trying to install the air conditioner and I set it down on my pinky finger. But I don't think I even yelled that loudly. Anyway, I must have had a very convincing confused look on my face because the dude cop just asked me my name and how old I was and they went on their way.

I'm wearing my Dirty Pickle Club t-shirt. I hope they liked it.

If someone in this neighborhood is trying to mess with us, I am going to be very unhappy.

Some loud ass kids just wrote their bikes down the street. I have to go call the cops now.

i can't sleep.

Yes, I know it's not even midnight. But I'm old and need at least 8 hours of sleep in order to feel human. Doesn't look like that will happen tonight.

I have a midterm exam tomorrow. This class, not unlike the others, sucks balls. When I was studying tonight I decided to look up some info on the internet. Turns out my professor doesn't really know what he's talking about. He gave us the wrong name for one social welfare program and the wrong date for another program. I talked to a woman in my class and we decided we will write the correct information on our exams and if he says we got the answer wrong, we are going to have to take him to school. As I studied the rest of the stuff for the exam I wondered what other misinformation I was given. What a nightmare. I really need a master's degree. But I'm beginning to wonder if this university is the best way to go. It's cheap and conveniently located and they'll probably let me in. Do I really want to spend 2 years and thousands of dollars on a shitty education? I mean, I really messed up my undergrad experience but at least it was challenging and I learned something. And I felt like my professors knew what they were talking about. The sad part is that I think I'm pretty much stuck with this university. Nobody else will take me because of the aforementioned screwed up undergrad experience (translation: barely graduated...but acquired other "skills"). So I guess for now I'll stop being a bitch and study all this incorrect information. Great.

A few weeks ago Jesse and I went to a Tigers game with some friends. I was sitting there enjoying the game when suddenly I smelled something foul. An ass was on fire somewhere near me. Not wanting to embarrass anyone I kept my mouth shut. It happened a couple times and as my eyes started to water, I still remained silent. Jesse and the un-named friend left to go get some beer or something. While they were gone I smelled it again so I was convinced that it was not anyone I was with and that it was the older gentleman sitting in front of us. I smiled and felt sorry for his family sitting next to him. I figured that we could move our seats if the onslaught of noxious fumes continued. When Jesse and no-name returned, I told Jesse that it was the dude sitting in front of us. We laughed because we are not mature. Next thing we knew, the girlfriend of nameless had moved to to the seat in the row behind me. Apparently it was not the poor old man in front of us with the volcanic ass. It was the anonymous friend. Ah good times. I haven't laughed that hard since the last time I was exposed to nasty stink.