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Monday, Oct. 24, 2005 @ 8:15 pm
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1. Delve into your blog archive. 2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to). 3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to). 4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas... 5. Tag five people to do the same

This is my 23rd entry dated June 2, 2001. My fifth sentence? Next weekend he is staying home.. I want to have fun with him and not fighting.. (I was in my elipse overdose period then). I guess the more things change, the more they really do stay the same.

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Warren and I both got our hair cut today. He looks so different and so much older know that he has his hair buzz cut again. I shouldn't complain as hair styles go it is as low maintence as it gets. I only had about an inch or so lopped off of mine and had my layers cleaned up and my bangs trimmed, but it still seems so different. I wasn't prepared to anything to drastic, but it was getting annoying in my face so I had to do something.

My car is once again functioning, though it certainly made a huge dent in my paycheck. They guys at the shop were really nice, though I think it helped that I have had alternator issues before on other vehicles and was able to diagnose it correctly and they only proved me right. I've found if you talk like you have half a clue, have a basic understanding of how a car works and don't act like a "stupid stereotypical female" you get treated much better and with more respect. I'm no mechanic or even an expert on cars, however I do know how an internal combustion engine works and I know much of the terminology, thus even when I am not sure of the issue I can fake my way to sounding like I know more than I do. I also know how to check oil, change a tire, where my fluids are. I know the size of my engine, the year make and model of my car and I think that may be why I've been lucky most of the time and haven't been ripped off in many years by car places. Women need to stop thinking of cars as "guy things". It doesn't matter the subject, if you don't have a clue about it, you are almost guaranteed to get ripped off. Read your owners manual, pick up a copy of the full size guide to your make of car. Familiarize your self with the vehicle and its quirks. Listen when others talk, its amazing what you can pick up just eaves dropping. (Of course being around mechanically the mechanically inclined/minded all my life I've had more opportunity than most.

TLC just showed a commercial for the new episode of "Dirty Jobs" where he was cleaing out a deep fryer at a Mexican restaurant. I couldn't help but laugh. It's not everyday TLC does a show featuring a job I've actually done. Not for a Mexican restaurant, but for a deli. Trust me after all the chicken and fries, and other goodies (mostly chicken and fries) that went thru those friers (we had two), that oil was beyond disgusting. The only thing more gross was the container we had for dumping the used grease in until the truck came to pick it up. In the summer it smelled like roadkill from last week, in the winter it was an adventure in ice skating an obstacle course with grocery carts full of huge kettles filled to the near top with old, dark smelly oil. Fun times indeed. This show oughta be worth a laugh or three. It was over a year after I left that place before all my clothes stopped smelling like burgers, fries and chicken.

This was also the job, where the slicer almost ate my finger on the night before Thanksgiving, leaving me to spend the bulk of the night listening to people who were incapable of making up their minds. First my boss who couldn't decide if I really needed to see a doctor or not, (yum yes I don't think I was meant to see that part of my finger) and the doctors/nurses who couldn't decide if I needed a tetnus shot or not and if I should have stitches or not.. (hello remember me, the one in pain, with the flesh hanging off her digit, the only one not freaking out the one who walked back to the first aid kit and wrapped her finger up, while all about me everyone else was having panic attacks. Other peoples body fluids (sans blood) make me ill, my own don't even phase me. The girl I was working with, who was a really cool person had a bit of the panic. My biggest goof, was letting loose with an "oh shit" in front of a customer who thankfully was a very openminded person who just laughed and agreed sometimes only a curse word will work.) Oddly the pain didn't kick in until several hours later, adrenalin is amazing stuff.

I haven't thought about my deli days in ages.. Its amazing what can trigger a memory


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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.

I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.

I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.