Narcoleptic Squirrel

First of all, i have to point out that it is freakishly dark at only 5:49pm, due to some seerious (at first that was just a typo, but i realize it seems appropriate) water coming from the sky. I can even hear it, but it doesn’t sound like normal rain, it sounds, well, weird.
Now, on to my point…or the beginning of my point…or maybe it’s not a point at all…
Does anyone remember Karyn? If you have never heard of her, she was the girl who was seriously in debt and started a website for people to give her money to get out of debt (she put money toward her debt also, and sold a bunch of her stuff to help). Her thought being, if people wanted to help her, cool, if not, cool. She gave people the choice, rather than filing for bankruptcy and forcing people to pay for her debt. I, for one, thought it was bloody brilliant. I was only pissed, because I didn’t come up with the idea myself. Others, however, were infuriated by her audacity. One would have thought she was holding a loaded revolver to their heads and demanding they pay her bills.
I digress. My point for bringing up Ms. Karyn, is that she had a feature entitled, “the daily buck.” It was here that she would detail a way in which she saved some money that day. Since discovering it so many moons ago, I often think to myself, “if I were Karen, that would definitely be a daily buck!’
Yesterday, I had one of those moments. As I am sure you are aware, gas is ex-pens-ive. Around here, it’s been $1.959 for a while, for basic unleaded. My car, being picky, needs midgrade. Well, I had to go out to Stillwater to cover yesterday. Fleet Farm’s gas station has midgrade for the price of unleaded. Not only that, but it was only $1.859! I saved over a buck fifty! Of course, when I went in to pay, I discovered that I had $5 more than I thought, so I could have saved more…but alas. I be happy that I saved that buck-fifty. Because I be po and all.
And for the record, when one be po…it doesn’t feel nice to have people conspicuously consume to one. As in flashing their new toys and talking about their massive income and how much they want to buy. Then again, maybe that’s cuz I just don’t really care about how much people make, or what they buy, or how much….unless there is some sort of huge sale going on, or a secret bargain palace that I need to hit. Then, I care.
Also, according to the MIL, a tentative date has been set for our sale. I am hoping I make a decent amount selling our stuff. My bank account would be v. happy about that.
happy mother’s day!
Need to waste some time??

I am about to watch a brand-spanking new episode of Friends for the last time. Ever. This makes me sad. I find myself tearing up at every ad I see for it (of course this is in part due to the fabulous Evanescence song that is featured).
I fully realize that it’s just a television show. I also realize that I am abnormally attached to these people…these fictional characters. I care for them a great deal more than is natural by any stretch of the imagination.
In my imaginary land, where everyone has their dream job, and everyone has exactly what they need, and no one is without…this is what my life would be like. This abnormally close group of people, into whose home I could walk in at any time, and know that someone would be waiting to hang, or help me out. Knowing that there would always be someone to go to the movies, or eat dinner with, or watch TV with.
I will miss that darn show…and will have to get a real life now. Dangnammit!

Oy. I keep planning to sit down and write in this thing, but just haven’t been able to get my blog on. The last week and a few days have been just a little hectic, and while I’ve certainly had things to blog about, I just haven’t been in that place. now, it’s been a while, and I don’t know whether I should just come back like I haven’t been gone, or do I explain myself. I’m all self-conscious and whatnot.
GAH!
I suppose this will be the flashback episode of NS.
Miss Informed The excitement began on Tuesday. Some kids, despite reading a sign that explained that by going into the caves they were probably signing their death sentence, went into said caves, and somehow everyone was surprised that three out of the five of them died. For me, and my coworkers, the real excitement started Wednesday. Apparently fact-checkers don’t exist anymore, because the media (meaning all the local stations and papers) were using the name of the business I work for, as opposed to a generic name, or the correct name for the caves where it happened. So, we had to field calls from clients who were concerned about their events and tours, and explain to them that no, our establishment had nothing to do with the unfortunate incident, and that indeed our facilites are safe. We also had to deal with people coming to visit the site and redirect them to where to leave their flowers, explaining to the teens that somehow still thought that cave exploration was a good idea, that no it isn’t, and answer questions from our customers. For the owners it meant calling the media to get things corrected and doing interviews.
A full week later, we are still getting questions, though it has calmed down considerably.
You’re hired
I got the job! yay! Someone from HR will contact me with my start date, once they are further through the construction process. V.V. happy about that one…great benefits, great product, nice discount…should be fun.
I am also starting tours again for the place I currently work for. I need the extra cash more than anything, so I am learning lots of new stuff, and relearning old stuff. Not so much looking forward to it.
I also got cast in a show from those auditions last week. I had talked myself into rejection on all fronts, but things looked up, and I have a new job, and a role. Not bad.
TGIF
then the weekend hit. I brought that on myself, seeing two plays, a film (on the big screen, no less), and spending an entrie day scrapbooking. It was all worth not being able to get out of bed on Monday. Especially since I got to see some peeps I haven’t seen in a long time, and hang with some friends.
And now, this…
So here I am on hump day. I found out over the weekend that my adorable nephew has a broken leg. Gjust made me visit the cutest black persian mix kitty (named Lucifer) that part of me wants to bring home, and part of me thinks would be a v.v. bad idea. And, I have lost 21 pounds (despite some questionable eating habits…you know things that creep in, like chips, fried chicken…), and have one more pair of jeans I can wear.
I think we are up to speed.