B'in at its worst!

Warning: for those who don't like profanity, violence or still think I'm some innocent creature who loves all(I really do bytheway, not matter what you read) you may want to stay away from this post. I'm not happy and I feel like I have a right to vent about it. Although, there are several things I really can't vent about on here. Things that will be too personal for some who may or may not read this blog. For those issues, I have a wonderful, sweet, kind and lovely Glenda!

So my issues start with my employment. NO silly, not the wonderful Neuromedical Center, where I can do whatever the hell I want to amidst hearing complaints from patients. I'm speaking of none other than, the roofing business. I can't decide if I want to hide it in the carport or in the freezer-Ouizer?

Everything with this roofing business seems to be my fault. Even if it's not mistake-I have to fix it. I have to do everything in my power to make sure we're paid. No matter if I have to drive all around town to fix this problem. Or waste my lunch hour listening to a home owner become highly upset with problems of which are out of my hands now. Then, even if I fix the mistake-I still get the crap end of the deal. I may not even get paid squat for the job I've worked so hard to collect on. Ok-I'm done with that. There are more details, but they are not pertinent to the B'in.

Also, I really can't stand when people use things of mine and do not return them to my posession. Especially when the same person does things like this on a daily basis which irritate me. Even taking things of mine, eating things of mine and even driving things of mine without asking for permission. I'm very aware this person doesn't mean to do things solely for the purpose of irritation. But it's blantant disregard for people's personal property. And there's not concern. There's nothing. There's just a being who lives their life by their own rules and doesn't even understand that there may be other rules out there to live by. I'm concerned. I don't want this happen anymore. Just be aware of other's feelings!

Ok. I hope no small children were allowed to partake of this nasty feast of filth. I know this doesn't solve everything, however, I do feel better!

Walkin' in New Orleans

This weekend was Ouizer's annual work Christmas party. She works for a large company, spread mostly over the southern states and an office in Utah. Her company is very close-knit and personally pays for all of their employees to travel to their party, their hotel fair and dinner. The party this year was at the amazing Westin in New Orleans. The hotel is on Canal street, at the corner of French Quarter. With in minutes, we were at the heart of the Quarter, the French Market and the infamous Bourbon street. We even entered into Marie Lavou's Voodoo shop. I'll have to get more pictures posted of our trip, but I wanted to jot some stuff down out of memory.

Ouizer had the hotel Friday and Saturday night, so we both hoped in the car and took advantage of this opportunity. The hotel was amazing. We roomed on the 21st floor and had a nice view of the city. The beds were amazing. There's even a special pillow of which I loved wanted desperately to take home. We also wanted to take the beds and the dresser with us. Ouizer and I decided they might miss them, a little. She really wanted the double shower head from the bathroom. Although, I did take the toiletries...they smell so good!

Glenda met up with us Saturday morning and we toured the Quarter. We saw an awesome street show. There were four guys doin' break dancin/acrobatic stuff. But they were hilarious, too!

The party was very nice. Very hoity toity... The food was good as well.

The story of the trip, though, was when we were trying to check out. There were 4 elevators from the guest rooms to the lobby. When we decided to check out, only 1 elevator was working. We sat in front of the elevator and watched it open 5 different times-full of people-on 5 different trips. After the 5th time, I said, "Screw It," and went down the stairs. It was only 10 flights down to the lobby. But I straight up when down there and waiting for Ouizer and Glenda to come on down. They said they had to wait 4 more trips and finally they just crammed into one. It was hilarious.

Sick...Smallville...school...sleep and survival?

"Somebody save me..." has been ringing in my head for a few days now. I borrowed the 6th and 7th seasons of one of the best series ever made, Smallville. I went on a huge kick a few years ago and borrowed the 1st-6th seasons of this super show and watched them. I started out with the first 4 and watched them in about a month. Then, I watched the 5th and most of the 6th. If I remember correctly, I had the 6th for almost 2 mos and felt so guilty that I returned the DVD's to the owner. But, I've had a load of time on my hands recently and I picked up the addiction once again! I finished the 6th season in a day or two. Within three days, I knocked out the 7th season, with ease. As it always does, it left me in severe suspense. I even lurked onto the internet to find the 8th season but my old laptop is too slow to buffer properly. :-(

The past few days, I've had an excuse to watch the famed show, I 've been sick. I normally get sick around this time of year so I've expected it. For some reason, I stopped taking my vitamins-thought I was CK. But the coughing is here and will hopefully be gone by the middle of the week.

My first "final" was this past Saturday. For my English class, we were instructed to write an Exit Exam. Basically, just to show that we've learned something during our semester in writing. My prompt question was, paraphrasing, "How does today's music reflect America's mood?" I hit at a unique angle, of which I might explain in a different post, if asked. I have my 2nd final tomorrow in Speech and my last two are next Tuesday, the 16th, for Math and Art. I just registered for my classes for next semester. I'm only taking 3. I'll research some of the online classes to see how much work is involved in case I want to add one. The reason I'm taking 3 is because I'm starting a full time job next week! I'm working at the Neuromedical Center. I'm way excited. I'll be a patient representative and working 830-5, M-F. I'll actually be getting off around 4 on Tuesday and Thursday. The pay isn't bad and the benefits are great! I'll have all weekends off and most holidays off, with pay! The job mainly consists of handeling patients who have extraordinary problems, i.e. showing up with out an appointment, insurance is invalid, rescheduling...anything! I think I'll love it. But with the added hours, I don't know if I can work the 40 hours a week and have time for school load. I've always planned on going to school during the summer, so it won't be a huge deal to miss one class...right?!?!? So, now, I can survive(I had to go with the S theme...)

Finally, sleep. I really love sleeping. I can just imagine me sitting in the pre-existance listening to the pro's and con's of the plan and when sleeping came up I said, "Oh, count me in!" Napping, sleeping, vegging, lying in the bed on a cold winter's morning. Oh, it's so nice. Such a way to ensure that I don't harm anyone around me...sleep.

A little Praisin'

Ok. I own an SUV. A wonderful 99 Ford Explorer XLT. I love it, I've had it for almost 5 years and it's treated me very well. For an SUV, I think it gets great gas mileage-appx 25-30. However, the tank is huge. Yesterday, I filled my tank up for 34.01. I have to put the .o1 in there so I know it's a gas purchase; yes I'm one of those people. I was astounded. I really am so happy! It made my day. I've been runnin' a little short on cash, these days, and I needed the help. Tithing works!

Also, I live off or Burbank Ave. It's a semi-busy street, except for on LSU game days when it's a very busy street. When I moved here, the road was two lanes. Over the past 6 mos. or so, the wonderful crews have been making into a four lane. For most of the transition, it's been a smoth process. Plus, it's been fairly quick. They are done with a large section of the road and it's made it so much nicer!! The first day I saw it open, I was driving home late. I was about 100 yards on the new road and litterly started yelling, I was so happy! It's really made a difference with traffic! I'm so pumped for the rest to open. I love progress!!

The Fighter (Story One)

Please read Book Craze before reading this post.

Premise/Summary/Whatever: Young couple fall in love in high school and marry. The husband, a boxer-Jarom; wife- Elisebeth (Elise). Story starts in a small town in Canon City. They are sealed together in the Temple. They move to Georgia, where Jarom trains as a boxer. The become very wealthy from his efforts and he becomes semi-famous. After a few years of marital bliss, Elise begins to want more and more. Her greediness eventually leads to Jarom leaving his wife and giving her all he owns in an effort to make her happy. After his fleet, Elise finds out she is pregnant. She starts dating a guy from Jarom's gym who aids her in wasting the fortune Jarom and Elise had. Jarom tries to contact Elise a few times, but Elise never returns his phone calls or letters. After they lose the big house, many possessions and are living in a motel, the boyfriend abuses Elise and leaves. Elise, left with nothing else to do but live in her car, travels across country with her young child. She finds work here and there along the way and eventually ends up on the Western Coast, Oregon or Washington. The school where her new son attends, just so happens to be the same school as where Jarom is teaching PE, now.

Of course, there are loads more details, but those are the highlights. I REALLY NEED FEEDBACK, good or bad. If you read this, you better comment on here or send me a message somehow letting me know what you think...or else.

Book Craze

I've been doing a lot of reading lately. I've never really been interested in reading these things called books. I've picked up some here and there over the years but nothing really grabbed my attention. Recently, however, I've read a whole series and I'm almost half-way done with another. All of these reading has really started to feed a fire of which has been building in me for sometime.

My imagination has really been a big part of my life. Being the youngest of two kids, I had to entertain myself a lot. Especially, being three years younger than my sister, we didn't have much in common. I've thought of stories, some more in depth than others. I really enjoy thinking of stories, but I've never really thought of writing them down, until now.

I'll be posting the summary of two of my main stories. I really want to know everyone's honest opinion; the good, the bad and the ugly. I can't do any growing if I can't get any feedback. Both stories could easily be brought into a book setting, I've got plenty of imagination. I won't be posting them for a day or so. But please check them out...Thank you in advance.

TWILIGHT!!!!

It finally came. A group of friends and I got together last night to watch the movie based on the novel by Stephenie Meyer. It was amazing. I won't critique the movie or the lack of content. On the positive side, it kept me very entertained. WELL DONE!

However, the night was a little more interesting. Last night was the first night it was released. Everyone that was going wanted to see it that night. I did not. I didn't want to be around a theater full of teenagers. I didn't want to be in line for an hour just so we could get good seats. My control factor kicks in and we had way too many people wanting to sit together and coming from different directions.

We started the night at Bravos. A great a Italian restaurant with really good food. Price wasn't bad, either. We ended on time-control thing again. We headed to the movies and were fairly close to the front. We did have to wait for an hour before they let us in the theater. But our seats were perfect! So all-in-all, the night was a success. There were some minor annoyances, even from our party.

Again, the movie was great. The characters were good, acting was good. I'm not a fan of everyone, but I can see why most of them were picked even though they are not the perfect envisionment of that character.