You Will Miss Me When I Burn

Outisde work this morning I spotted a giant oil-rig style truck; mustard yellow, bearing only the word "Lubricant".

I walked in the office and as only YB was there I yelled "Who ordered the Ron Jeremy Special?" before turning the corner. YB was standing there...with BB...oops.

There's nothing like a good Ron Jeremy joke to get the day started off on the right foot.

Misc. Amelia Fact # 36418

-I can stand anything...but only for three weeks. The first fourteen days, I'm fine...But those last seven days my tolerance starts to break down and by/on day twenty-one, I'm done. I don't necessarily do this when it comes to everything, but for most things, three weeks is more than enough.

Uh Oh

Okay, who told?!

Amelia-- [noun]: A poltergeist sent back in time to change the course of history forever 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

I am going to be in SO MUCH trouble. The boss isn't going to like this.

The summer of my fifteenth year on this lovely planet found me with my first-evah 'real' job: Full-time (and then some as I spent 18 hours a day on duty) babysitter. Days were spent chasing two under 8-ers around an apartment complex that had seen more than it's fair share of action over the years.Teaching the 4 year-old to ride a bike...Teaching the 7 year-old how to build mud huts after the rain...Late-night movie marathons and Barbie vs. G.I. JoeAt the end of summer, when it came time for me to leave they cried. We'd had so much fun that summer that it was in fact hard to let go.

I totally understood how they felt...

or so I thought. Because as I walked down the sidewalk, a tear making it's way down my cheek I heard a little voice call my name desperately. But as I turned to answer I heard the reason for his distress:

"If she's not here we can't go outside!"

Today, after coming to an agreement with someone about my future living situation I got a similar reaction.

And just like that day on the sidewalk, I felt a sting in my chest.

Green Eyes

Today is different.

Everything is 180 degrees different than it was a scant seven days ago. Not different in an unpleasant way, mind you. Just not the same. There's something hanging in the air above my head now, albeit transparent, though entirely visible to the right people.

This past weekend was full of firsts, quite possibly the last firsts of this nature I'll have, which suits me just fine. Extreme self-conscious awkwardness [eventually] gave way to a nice time, full of many warm and pleasant things. Although I kicked myself hard in the dark hours of Sunday night for being vulnerable, a quick mental shake in the other direction made me realize it's okay this time.

And with the fading scent of twelve ruby-tipped stems in the air, I'm sure of one thing: The next time will be even better.

Falling Into Place

So, it turns out Desky's mouse really isn't broken. It just doesn't like to go up anymore. This will tide me over until a proper color replacement can be acquired. The item I was informed wouldn't be in for at least two weeks miraculously appeared just in time. Another item I was stumped on finding sort of fell into my lap. Schedules, full moon and (hopefully) light snow all in place. Now all that I need is Saturday (and all that it brings) to get here. Perfect day.

Frustration Alley

Things that have broken this weekend at my house:
-Bathtub (leak)-Toliet (same thing)
-Kitchen sink (water explosion)
-Front door (the lock broke as I was trying to get in)
-Mouse (the clicky thing on the inside just sort of jumped out of it's hole)

Add those things to getting stood up on Friday night by my best friend (though she did make up for it later) and it seems as if part of this weekend stunk. If you look back over the past few weekends, you will see that none of them have really been what they should have been. Apparantly I'm not good at them. I didn't know there was a trick, but I suppose I'm going to have to figure out the secret before the next one. It's really (REALLY(REALLY)) important. My landlord will certainly be earning his keep this week.

In Mourning

Tonight is the last night I will ever be 'alone' in my house. Quite possibly, it is the last night in which I will be completely sane. Weep for me. Weep for me, while I go find something I can do that I'd never do if someone were home.