| R.I.P Elsie Thinstripe Dorothy Trouble Field... |
[Nov. 29th, 2006|11:38 pm]
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| [ | Jammin' To |
| | Bunch of Believers - Jingle Bells | ] |
...you lived a good, long, life.
that's right. I'm now down one doggie. My oldest, and my baby girl, Elsie, was put to sleep this morning, and resides now in doggie heaven. She will be lovingly missed, and I just hope that she's up there with Grampa and Grandmommy and Lucy and Bugg partying it up with no thunder or loud noises.
Have no fear, there'll be no more 'why does everyone have to die' depressing rants. Mainly because this came to a shock to nobody. She was not doing well, and nobody wanted to be the one to have to take her to the vet. Finally mom just left this morning before I got up, came home around eight thirty, and then she drops it on me two hours later so I don't freak out when I can't find her.
Elsie was my baby, my darling, my show girl. She and I went through 4-H together, dog shows, she wasn't my first dog, nor will she be my last, but she was deeply loved. She was twelve years old, blind in both eyes with arthritis and deaf, walking around like she was drunk all the time, stumbling, and it was heartbreaking. I told my parents whenever they'd talk about it that I didn't want to know when they did it, but now I just wish I had known, so I could say goodbye.
Elsie has been a part of my life since I was five years old, and our other sheltie passed on. She and Moriah were the two oldest dogs in our 4-H dog classes, and now she and Moriah are in the same place. Rachel's dad Jim's our vet, and mom said he was pretty torn up when he gave her the shot. Moriah was put down earlier this year, she and Elsie were around the same age and in about the same condition.
We knew that our pending trip to Texas for Christmas would be hell on Elsie, and mom and dad didn't want her to go through that.
It's kind of weird. Here I am sitting in my bed, bawling my eyes out listening to BOB Christmas music. Kind of like...I dunno, I should be listening to death row songs.
In other, less depressing, news, it has come a frog-drowner these past two days. It's been raining non-stop. And it's supposed to snow tonight. So yeah, tomorrow's gonna be fun walking to work. NOT. Gaaaaaah.
Romona, the lady I work with in the deli, is driving me nutso. She's nice and all, but she's loud, annoying, and clueless. Her views on what's 'sanitary' are enough to turn even ME into a germaphobe. For christ's sake, we work in food service, can you at least PRETEND to be sanitary!? I mean, the number of times I've caught her about to use a dirty knife to cut someone's sandwich, or wiping out a container with a mayonaisse-covered rag, or hell, even flipping the peanut butter and jelly into a clean container at close-up. I'm just hoping Marlyse can whip her into shape during the day, because god knows I'm too nice to say anything about it to her face.
But anyway, I shouldn't complain. It's better than just me back there with an unpredictable student worker or a temp.
Anyway, I should go. Felice Navidad, amigos |
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| La Vie Boheme! |
[Oct. 21st, 2006|10:23 pm]
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| |  hmm... | ] |
| [ | Jammin' To |
| | RENT - Tango: Maureen | ] |
Oh dear...I've become obsessed again. This time to the musical RENT, of which I just saw the movie of a few days ago.
And in other news, I'M GOING TO BE A CAT-LADY for Halloween! Yep, threw the angel idea out the window and I've got cat ears and a tail to go with a pair of black jeans, all of which purchased at Wally world! So yeah. I've got the whole Halloween thing settled.
And on a side note, I'm thinking of changing my mind on my major. Thinking of changing it to Culinary, like mom. But, eh, it's partially because I don't want to do the whole four-co-op thing with Childcare. |
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| YAYNESSNESS! |
[Oct. 17th, 2006|11:59 pm]
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| |  HALLOWEEN!!! | ] |
| [ | Jammin' To |
| | Gnarls Barkley - Crazy | ] |
WHOOT! Guess what! I get to dress up for Halloween this year! Because DUDE, I'm WORKING that night!
Some may ask what working has to do with dressing up for Halloween. Well, it's a pretty big deal when you've never gotten to go trick-or-treating. Cuz there's this whole thing, that we get to dress up at work on halloween. I'm going as an angel.
...no comments from the people who know me. *glares at Lynsie*
I'm gonna borrow Heather's silver cami and her silver lipgloss, and paint my hair silver. Hey, I did tell my dad I'd streak it silver...
So yeah. *bouncebouncebounce*
In other news, Heather still hasn't gotten back from Jersey. Or if she has, it was a very quiet homecoming. No dogs barking, cats frapping, or mom yelling.
No, instead there's dog's sleeping, cat's frapping, and mom worrying.
Meh. She probably got another parking ticket ^^. |
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| owww... |
[Oct. 1st, 2006|09:15 pm]
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| |  *whimpers* | ] |
| [ | Jammin' To |
| | The thunder outside | ] |
dear sweet jesus I hurt.
Wanna hear about my week? Well, let me just start with saying, that Homecoming was yesterday at work.
So, Monday I had the single most worst day at the deli thus far, everything that went wrong could go wrong. It was a mixture between 'hit the ground running' and 'hell on earth'. Tuesday, was 'hell on earth'. Wednesday was the best day, I got done prepping before I even started, and I even finished a whole half hour earlier than usual. I actually got out of there by seven-thirty. Thursday was 'par for the course', in which everything was business as usual.
And then we get to Friday. Now, Morgan had called on...wednesday I think, and asked me to work catering from six to midnight on Friday. So all was well and good, pretty much the worst thing that happened was I got vertigo from going up and down the elavator so much and then slipping and falling on my ass at the end of the night in a puddle of booze. But it was all good and well and the only thing seriously damaged was my ego, which needed a good kick in the ass, and my dignity, or at least what little is left of it.
And then I did something very stupid. Let me just mention that it was eleven-thirty and I was running on pure desire to go home and about three cups of mountain dew at that point. And, might I add, that stuff makes me do stupid things.
I volunteered to work on saturday.
I thought I'd learned my lesson about volunteering for more work, but nooooooo. I'm an IDIOT.
Of course, I did so out of politeness and was fully expecting Kevin to say no.
Hahaha, how stupid of me.
He said sure, can you come in at seven?
I said sure, my mom was working brunch anyway.
So I get home at half past midnight, and I'm blitzed, all I want to do is sleep. However, I did manage to tell my mom that I needed to get up at six because I was working the next morning.
So I go to bed, and I am promptly haunted by nightmares of catering.
I'm not frikken kidding, I was seriously having nightmares about people coming into my room and demanding that I do something about the mess they'd found themselves in.
So I got about an hours worth of sleep.
And then hell day began.
So my day starts with Morgan demanding I hurry up and get stuff together for a drop-off at Maxon Hall, which is this really old school building with no elevator and six flights of stairs. So we had to carry breakfast stuff all the way up to the top.
But it didn't stop there, oh hell no. I then had to get Ratsau set up for a brunch thing for the reunionites, and the ballroom set up for the football players. Then I helped Sandy get her thing together, and taunted David a little, met the bartender for the day, and all was well and dandy. That was about...ten-thirty-ish. Then we had to make another run to Maxon, this time with a cart full of sandwiches for their lunch, and as I was making a second run upstairs I tripped and dropped two plates of sandwiches.
Let it be known that I'd been working for about...four hours and I'd had a half of a granola bar for breakfast, and a cup of water since then. My hands were shaking, my vertigo was back with a vengeance, and I was not in good shape so after two trips up and down those stairs my legs felt like I was going to pass out. Morgan pulled me aside and told me to take a deep breath, that it was no big deal, that it was just a couple of sandwiches and to calm down.
And I did, kind of. So I managed to make five more trips up and down those stairs, before I had to sit down and take a break, but by then Meghan and Tammy had shown up anyway.
Then they told me to stay at Maxon in case anyone needed anything, and by this time it was around eleven in the morning. So I stayed put and stared at the walls for a half-hour until people showed up, took their lunches, and then went back to their meeting.
So I radioed Morgan, and she told me I could go back to Campus Center, and go do some random shit. I asked Kevin when he wanted me to leave, secretly hoping he'd say twelve, and he said around three or four. So after that little bombshell Morgan and I went back up to the ballroom to break down the beverages after the football players cleared out, and after that we couldn't get a hold of Morgan so Meghan told me I could finally have a break.
It was about...twelve thirty, and all the other caterers were sitting down, as well as the students working on the line. So I finally got food.
After lunch, Jodi had me go run down to the storeroom for her and get some juice, and then Morgan had me start re-organizing the catering closet, just wasting time until it was time to go break down Maxon. Then, at one-thirty, she said I could go ahead and go home, that there was nothing else they needed me to do. So I did, blissfully, and since my sister was in Delafield and my mom was still working, and would be for a while, I walked home because I didn't want to wait for one of them to get there to pick me up.
And then, I went home, and CRASHED. I slept from about...two to about six when my mom woke me up.
So that was hell week.
Ahh...the life of a caterer.
So that's my story. And now, as I sit on my bed with my laptop, every single muscle in my legs and neck are screaming in pain when I move them. Even muscles I didn't have, or haven't used since volleyball. I'd better have lost at least three pounds for going through all that... |
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| oh god... |
[Sep. 21st, 2006|10:54 pm]
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| |  sleep... | ] |
| [ | Jammin' To |
| | Do you wanna dance? | ] |
...I feel like dying, if only to catch up on my sleep.
I...am so tired. I've been falling asleep at eleven every night this week, and I'm still tired. I've been working every day this week, the week before that, and the week before that. And I'll continue working tomorrow, next week, the week after that, and the week after that, and the week after that.
I feel like screaming.
No, wait, screaming takes up too much energy, and I just can't gather it all up yet. I need sleep...but I still have to finish the dishes. And tomorrow I have to pick up something from the Pit for Kevin, and I've got to clean my room out tomorrow or there's no way we're going to get it painted this weekend, and I've got to catch up on my homework, plus I've got sunday school to teach on sunday, and...oh god.
I think I spend more time in my work uniform than I do in actual clothes.
It's kind of sad, once you think about it.
I have a full wardobe of clothing, and I'm too tired to wear it on sundays, and I'm just too damned busy to wear them on a weekday. But there is an up-side, I get to eat subs every day for dinner.
But hey, it's money and it's getting me off my ass. Because trust me, my first paycheck was very, very, nice. Very comforting. I can only hope that keeps up next week when I get payed again :)
Anyway, I hafta get the dishes finished, so I've gotta go. Ja ne! |
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| *collapses* |
[Sep. 1st, 2006|01:52 pm]
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| | ouchie... | ] |
| [ | Jammin' To |
| | Saves the Day - Moonlight in the Morning | ] |
Oh dear sweet god I'm tired.
No, actually, tired is an UNDERSTATEMENT. Remember how I said I was started work on Wednesday? Well, I did. I was on my feet from nine in the morning until two in the afternoon. That's five hours of my life. And then, I was stupid, and volunteered to work a double shift, so I got there at four thirty, and since I was riding with mom, I didn't get out of there until at least eight-thirty!
And, then, yesterday I was supposed to have off. Didn't work out that way, I had to go in with mom at four-thirty again and didn't get home until nine. And I'm working tonight, 5-7:30, tomorrow from SIX IN THE MORNING until THREE IN THE AFTERNOON.
My first day off is on Sunday. And then I'm working every day until thursday, when I pick up my next schedule.
My life is no longer my own. I am tired, sore, and will not see any fruits of my labor for two weeks.
*whimpers* |
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[Aug. 27th, 2006|09:26 pm]
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| |  *dances* I want youuu baaaaack | ] |
| [ | Jammin' To |
| | 'NSYNC - I want you back | ] |
Oh dear sweet Jesus how long has it been since I last updated?! Well, a lot has happened, I'm sure. Alright. First off, I've been bugging mom, dad, Heather, and anyone else who will listen to take me driving, and I've also been buggin' them about getting a car.
I've got a job, at Carroll working with my mom. Or, technically, working in the catering department but being passed around to the Pit, coffee shop, and dining hall. I start on Wednesday.
Other than that, nothing much. I start school in a couple weeks, and mom's going to see if she can get me in college entrance exams at WCTC.
Family Reunion last saturday, and lemme tell you, it was interesting. My dad and his sisters got into a fight before the reunion, and it STILL hasn't cleared up. I'm trying to stay out of it, because if I get in the middle I'll just end up mad for no reason but to be sympathetic to my parents. I really don't want to tell a lot, but...gah.
So anyway, I can't believe I'm a SENIOR. I'm going to COLLEGE next year. Jesus, that's weird. I don't feel older. Just stupider.
But ah, anyway, I've gotta go. Night all... |
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| HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! |
[Jul. 25th, 2006|07:56 pm]
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| | Happy Birthday too ME! | ] |
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!
Yes, that's right, I turned seventeen today.
But don't fret, I'll still act like a two-year-old.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!! |
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| Hello All!! |
[Jul. 21st, 2006|09:58 pm]
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| [ | am I mad or not? |
| | meow! | ] |
| [ | Jammin' To |
| | Paramore - Let This Go | ] |
Alright, alright, yeah, I haven't updated in forever. But don't yell, I've just been really busy.
Ahh jeez, I haven't updated since we left for the cabin.
Well, in any case, the trip went well. Nobody died, thankfully, although Heather and I did nearly kill each other by the time our parents got back on Saturday. Heather and I had come back home on Wednesday, because I was sick of the cabin and Heather had to work. So yeah, five hours of traffic later, we made it home.
I hate summer in Wisconsin.
I absolutely hate it. At least in Texas you can pretty much count on it being pretty consistant weather. It's either hot, or really hot. But not this up-and-down weather forcast crap. I'm serious, just two days ago it was a hundred degrees out, and today it was FREEZING.
Two days ago, I spent the day with Rachel, for her birthday. We went bowling, and she beat me. My final score was a 44, a personal worst for me. Although it didn't help that Fay was telling me how to bowl when I already knew...
And then today, I went to the county fair with them, and it was cool. I got to see a pair of earrings Rachel made me for my birthday, (in four days) and I got to see the horses. Rachel's dad bought a lamb for slaughter, which I found cruel but hey, so's killing cows but I'm not about to give up my meat.
I'm going to get an Aussie, hopefully by winter. My senior year is going to be hell, although thank god mom let me drop four subjects, Spelling, Science, and Lit...wait that's only three. Oh well. I still have to go through Business Math, Consumer Math, Economics, and English.
Meh.
In other news, I HAVE A JOB!!!
Yeah, amazing, innit? Technically I'm not hired yet, and I haven't started working, but I'm going to be working at Carroll College whenever Kevin gets around to calling me in for that second meeting to sign the final papers. I'll be working in Catering, but I'll also be able to pick up as many hours as I can legally work in the cafeteria and the pit.
And getting paid somewhere around 7.00 an hour, too.
say it with me now...oh right!
Alright. That's about all that's going on in my life, other than the fact that I'M GOING TO BE SEVENTEEN ON TUESDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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| Vacaaaaaaation... |
[Jun. 29th, 2006|12:53 pm]
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| | Kelly Clarkson - Breakaway | ] |
Yes, you heard right, the Field Family is vacationing once again.
Good god I hope it doesn't end up like the last 'Field Family Vacation' we took...
In any case, we're leaving on Saturday, to go up to the cabin. Where I will spend the majority of our time together bored out of my mind and in the cabin *alone*. Why? Because Heather has to work, so she'll only be there for the weekend, and she's going to Summerfest on the following Saturday, so she's not coming back.
I was going to go back down with her, and go to Summerfest as well, but mom said that even though Heather's going, as is her friend Katie and another friend of Katie's, there's too many drunken idjits for me to go.
Alright, so she just told me that I can't go, but whatever.
And oh god last night...I don't know what happened, but when I went to bed last night instead of falling asleep I started imagining what would happen when Elsie dies. And then before I knew it, I was bawling on my bed and I couldn't stop. And then I started thinking of Grandmommy, and...
Gah. I think it's got something to do with the fact that the last time we packed for a trip with the trailer, we got word that my grandmommy died. Add the fact that Elsie's nearing thirteen and there's talk of putting her down, and...
Okay, I have to stop now. I can't think about this or I'm gonna start bawling all over again.
Well, in happier news, I have a new swimsuit and hopefully by the time I return to civilization I'll have a nice tan line to brag about. And get told I'll have skin cancer by the time I'm twenty.
I get that a lot in the summer...
But anyway, I'll probably be bored up there. None of my friends are going, and Heather's not even going to be there the whole time. Hrm...
Oh, hey, I almost forgot! Last saturday, the amazing happened. HEATHER LET ME DRIVE THE PRELUDE!!!!!
Yes, that's right, HEATHER LET ME DRIVE HER CAR!!!!!
AND I DIDN'T CRASH INTO A DITCH!
OH, happy day! |
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