Archive for the ‘not so much’ Category

Eleven hours.

Posted 27 Aug 2008 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category not so much, the cats

I worked for eleven hours yesterday.

I will likely work for 10 today.

Tomorrow, I’m getting Boo catheterized (to determined his possible pee-status) and similarly getting the oil changed in our CR-V.

Then, a long weekend at a cabin with friends.

I cannot wait for it. Cannot WAIT.

Summertime Sickies SUCK.

Posted 30 Jul 2008 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category not so much

What’s the date today? Oh, that’s right it’s July 30th – almost AUGUST.

And I’m sucking down Halls as if they’re going out of style. Why, you ask? Oh, because I have a SORE THROAT. IN JULY. This is such bull. People aren’t supposed to get sick in the summer. That’s what winter is for. Everyone walks around sniffling and sneezing on each other, but that’s totally cool because no one wants to leave the house during the winter. Unlike summer, when I have to walk 83,028 miles to train for the 3-Day and would also just like to feel well so I can enjoy the nice, beautiful weather while it lasts. September is just a little over a month away, meaning it’ll snow in like 3 months.

FU cold. Or whatever is causing my sore throat. FU!

It’s just one of those days.

Posted 11 Jun 2008 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category not so much

So, besides being almost a full hour late for work today, NOTHING is working for me. I’m crabby as hell and want to go home. Instead, I have FIVE FARKING HOURS OF MEETINGS to sit through, starting at 11am. No break for lunch.

I hate days like today. I’m pretty sure I’m PMSing too which is making things a whole lot less easy to handle.

So, THAT’s what a high school reunion is like…

Posted 09 Jun 2008 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category not so much

Let me just start out by saying the weather all weekend was HORRIBLE. I was so excited to go to this that I was nearly peeing myself. Mother Nature had other ideas. Like being a bitch.

Anyway, I saw a lot of people over the weekend. A lot of people looked exactly the same. Others I barely recognized. (Made me wonder what category I fell into. I assume I looked the same. Aside from the fact that my hair is like, a foot and a half longer than when I graduated. I think many would have been surprised to know I was rockin’ the natural hair color. I don’t think anyone in my HS ever saw it.)

Being at the class reunion required me to be fairly liquored up. The husband was nice enough to stay sober so he could tote my drunk ass home.

All in all, I think I spoke to 3 or 4 people that I hadn’t seen since graduation. The majority of the time was spent talking to my friends about everyone in the room. Who got fat, who turned into a whore, who was clearly the THC entrepreneur. It was all very exciting.

Will I go to my 15 year? Hell no. 20 year? Maybe. I could wait until the 30 year and be okay with it I think. I’m still close with all my girls. That’s all that matters. :)

He seemed normal.

Posted 16 May 2008 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category not so much, RAD

Anyone who rides public transit will be able to relate to what happened to me this morning.

I had to run to the train this morning because it was pulling up as I was just getting to the platform.

Now, everyone knows that you have about 7 nanoseconds to make a superficial judgment of the people you have options to sit next to.

My mental list –

-Do they look insane? (this includes people who talk to themselves, certain “street folk,” possible serial killer, etc.)
-Are they clean?
-Are they looking for someone to talk to?

And that’s about it. As long as I’m sitting next to someone who’s going to leave me alone and isn’t going to make me vomit, I’m okay.

So, I get on in a hurry, do a quick mental evaluation of my options and sit down to an older gentleman who seems pretty much harmless.

After a minute, I can smell stale cigarettes to the extent that it’s obvious that he’s a chain smoker. Fine. He’s not smoking – none of my business.

Then – it hits me…the overwhelming stench of like – uncleanliness. It’s a smell that’s rampant on many of the “street folk” I referenced earlier. I don’t know if I’ll go so far as to call it “pee pants” but it was BAD. At one point, I had to cough and I knew if I got any whiff of his stink I would gag-cough which is not only uncomfortable but embarrassing. And…I gag-coughed.

He looked normal! I don’t want to add “old people” to my list of people not to sit next to but if this happens again, I may have to.

Also – the crazy who gets on a couple stops before I get off was riding today. He cuts his own hair, wears sweaters always (regardless of the temperature) and kind of looks like Fire Marshall Bill, without the burns. His trademark move is bitching aloud about the train stopping at traffic lights in downtown. (The “train” is actually light rail, and in downtown it has to abide by traffic lights like the rest of the world.) Not too big of a deal. EVERY time the train stops for a red light he starts with the crabbies. “Fucking light rail. Who the fuck decided it needs traffic lights. Five fucking minutes.” EVERY TIME! It never fails. This morning was no different. He held back a little – I was anticipating it so much that when he finally started in on his tirade I nearly started laughing. It was a rough 4 minutes.

And…that is all.