Freak out

Tonight I freaked out cause I think I wrecked the hardware on my computer tower when one of the plugs wouldn't come out...I tugged and tugged, feeling it loosen, when I realized that the part that's supposed to stay in the tower was coming loose...not the plug! So, after a really good punching fest (my poor pillow will be scarred for life, as well as the moccasins I threw against the wall), I paced in my living room and, with shaking hands, brought a quick fix to my lips: a cookie. In fact, I ate two. And they were the last ones. I was going to save them, but I was just so mad!!

My baby sister gets confirmed on Sunday! Happy confirmation to her! Yay, I'm going home!

My Mother, My Leash

If it weren't for all the times my mom has told me to never go walking alone at night in the city, I'd probably do it. Common sense says it could be dangerous, but my lust for fresh evening breezes often gets the upper hand. I rememer good ol' small-town days, walking down the middle of main street at 1:00 am, waving to drunken schoolmates as they drove by way too fast...but there was no fear whatsoever. Oh, the ignorant bliss! Oh, the security! And while Camrose, Medicine Hat, and Saskatoon are by far not huge cities, there are way more than 400 townsfolk known by name, dog, and vehicle. So I have to be careful. Or so I am told.
So thanks Mom, even though I hate hearing your voice in my head when I want to go for a walk at night. It may prevent my being damaged or disposed of.
Leash is a very funny word.

So cute!

I just love the ladies at work. Oh my goodness are they ever cute! Being 75+, they are naturally hard of hearing and so when they whisper secretively to each other it sounds like a loud, hissing leak in a car tire. On more than one occassion I have heard them walking behind me in the hallway whispering "Boy, she sure is tall!" "Yeah, is she ever!" "I wonder how tall she is?" "Maybe we should ask her." I have also been teased about my spaghetti arms, my inability to peel apples gracefully, and my hair which keeps falling in my face. And there's one lady who, whenever she passes gas on the toilet, her mouth and eyes go all round and she looks at me like a child who just surprised herself with the noises she can make.
Even though I loathe the irregular hours and last-minute shifts and the fact that my left knee is falling apart, I really love what I do! Being with the ladies at work is just like having fun with my friends (only I don't wipe my friends' bums).

Bah! Boys...now there's a love/hate relationship if ever I knew one.