Nothing too exciting here.
I'm up again in the middle of the night and not because of my normal work schedule playing havoc with sleeping like a normal human being, but because of back pain. Eric got up briefly with me, a little worried about this constant joy in my life, and told me I should see a doctor. He's right, of course, but I hate doctors. I'm better the days that I sleep on the couch and we are planning on buying one of those foam mattress tops to see if that doesn't help matters. The bed is old, Eric had it long before I was in the picture, so a new mattress might be what I truly need.
I will soon be the one driving the Sunfire. I WILL BE DRIVING AGAIN! NO LONGER WILL I BE TRAPPED IN THIS PIT OF DOOM!... *ahem* I mean, I'll be free to move about the town without having to wait on Eric to come home and drive me places. I'd walk, but it takes over an hour to get anywhere interesting, and god forbid I want to do a little shopping... if it doesn't fit in my bag or needs refrigeration, forget it.
Eric will be getting a new car within the next two months, he just wants to pay off his medical bills before jumping into car payments again. As much as my folks aren't going to like this, he's looking at getting a Ford Focus. It drives really nice and the guy at the dealership knows Eric and is a really laid back guy that seemed cool that we were just looking, not just ready to jump into the buying stage.
We also took a look at another car over at the place he bought the Sunfire, but one of the dealers came out and insisted on being the typical car salesman that makes you want to smash his head into a cement pillar until its nothing more than squishy brain mash with bits of skull added in for that crunchy texture. Wow, that was kinda gross. heh heh heh.
I'm not kidding, the guy walked out with that swagger that makes you think "Dear god, NO! He's going to force feed us the smarm of retail!" And he did not disappoint in that. He opened his spiel with the interior colors and the radio options. If it had been me buying the car, I would have told him that means next to nothing to me, tell me safety, tell me mileage, tell me the seat and steering wheel are adjustable for the height impaired, and if it comes in standard shift LONG before you tell me that the interior comes in a lovely two toned shading. I then would have happily informed him that he just put me on the defensive and I know for certain that I will NOT be buying a car today, thankyouverymuchsir. What really pissed me off with the jackass was when Eric told him he was just looking that day, the guy demanded to know why we weren't buying today. Apparently you're not allowed to shop around when spending a lot of money on a car we'll be paying off for years. It's car shopping, not buying a pair of pants! If I'm not happy with the pants I just bought, I'm not stuck in payments for the next 5 to 7 years!
We also didn't get to take the test drive alone. We did test drive a car a few years ago from that same dealership without a salesman yapping in our ears, but not this time. I'm not sure if the seats were just uncomfortable or if having that mouth breather sitting behind me (not safely in a seat belt but breathing down both our necks the entire time) was making me uncomfortable. The car didn't even handle as nicely as the Focus. He also didn't listen when we said we were NOT trading the Sunfire in, and kept bringing up financing and the trade in value of the Sunfire. I literally had to bite my tongue to keep from asking that tool if he actually listened to what his customers said or just creamed himself over the sound of his own voice. ....and that was pretty gross too. Sorry, I'm kinda on a roll here.
Eric, because of his job, has to be a nice person in public. So he thanked the guy and we headed off to bitch and moan about him in the privacy of our own car. We stopped in to the Ford dealership and talked to the guy we spoke with before, Eric let him know we'd be getting the car soon, and the dealer seemed pretty cool with our time table. Well... Eric talked to him, I drooled over the Shelby Cobra on the sales floor. It's SOOO pretty. And it's a standard shift... I wanted to test drive it, I wanted to so bad!
Sadly, driving the Sunfire means I won't be driving another standard shift car. I miss that so very much. But it's good that Eric will be able to drive both cars if something happens and he needs to switch cars for whatever reason. I always lived in fear of the day he asked to borrow the Nissan, I could almost hear him stripping the gears. *cringe*
I also promised one of my co-workers that I'd drive her to work on the nights we work together and she didn't already have a ride lined up. But before I let her in that car, it needs to be CLEANED! Eric pretty much lives in his car, so it is more than a little bit of a disaster area. It's also where all the CDs I want to listen to end up, and end up living there for a year or more. HA HA HA.... grrr.
I also can't wait for it to be mine, ALL MINE, so on the nights my work buddies aren't scheduled, I can hide out in MY CAR on my breaks. Or even come home for lunch. That would be so sweet!
We attended the Renaissance Festival this weekend. Much money was spent by ...well me. Eric didn't go nuts this year. But I didn't go nuts last year, I also didn't have a job last year, so... yeah. But I got a few things I have been needing for my costume and that makes me happy. The place Eric got his cloak, I think about 5 years ago, had some really nice cloaks this year and in colors I really liked. I got a dark blue cloak with a double headed griffon clasp. Naturally the Dragon Age Fan-girl in me screamed the moment I saw it... so now I'm a Gray Warden. Shut up! I am! I also got a belt that I can't promise I won't wear around town just for shits and giggles. I can't promise I won't wear the cloak when I can finally get back out to the nature center for hikes either.
The free tickets the paper gets every year didn't all get snagged this time around, so it looks like we'll be heading back for one more weekend. Probably the last Sunday and mostly just to hang with the friends we didn't get to see this time around. PJ and Doob were at a wedding this weekend, so Eric and I were on our own - so no sneaking behind the scenes and bypassing throngs of people. Although it was nice to just hang out the two of us alone. Honestly, I think the past five or six years we've always been with other people. We'll probably dress up again, but I doubt we'll be shopping for anything more than turkey legs and booze.
I am still thinking about getting my act together and selling prints. Doob told me years ago they do need venders out there, I just need to have something to show for it. I don't know that I have enough to warrant renting an entire shop, but a girl can dream, right?
I have to admit the drawing thing hasn't been happening. The will is there, the allergies however are winning the battle of me not completing anything. If I'm not at work, I'm at home crashed out on the couch, sneezing my brains out, and making friends with the tissue box. I love this time of the year. grrr. Probably another reason I should see a doctor, if I get allergy shots maybe I can function as a normal human being.
Work is work. I actually don't mind the hours and the people I work with, although most are ten years younger than me. I have some complaints, but they are so minor they don't cause me to massively stress out like past jobs have. It's by no means my dream job, but having had worse, I'm fairly happy right now. I know Eric's happy I don't come home from work ranting and raving for hours on end about stupid stuff. Most mornings I can come home and actually laugh about a lot of things.
I'm being trained in on binning stock in the storeroom now. I think I'm getting the hang of it, not that its hard to master or anything. Mostly I like it because I'm in the back room and customers can't ask me questions... that last hour of work I kinda just want to go completely brainless and that's when the early birds start popping in and asking questions that sometimes requires me to think. There have been a few times I want to scream at these people "Dude! It's 6am, and I have one more hour left of work. Janeen requires sleepy-times now, no ask her nothing. You go way now." If a co-worker asks me something at that time and I give them a blank unintelligent stare, they laugh and know what I mean. I did have some Mexican woman yell at me about cereal one morning. It literally took me a minute to figure out she was yelling at me and not the other woman she was shopping with and her English wasn't the problem. I must have given her the dumbest look too, because she looked so disgusted with me. And after she left, I suddenly found the whole thing so funny, I couldn't stop laughing like a lunatic for ten minutes. I'm fairly sure I scared some people off... muh ha ha ha! I could probably scare my co-workers with that sort of thing too.... but I haven't as of yet. Or at least no one has told me I frightened them by laughing over something so very stupid.
I'm easing back into working out again. I know I shouldn't quit, but I hit one day where I think "meh, I'll skip it today" and skipping it turns into weeks on end of skipping it. I'm trying to easy into it gently this time, so I'm not in pain at night when I have to work. I'm sure my bosses don't want to come down an isle and find me sobbing because I can't bend down to put something on a bottom shelf... or worse, rolling around on my back trying to get back on my feet, screaming "HELP! I've Fawllen and I can't get up!"
I'm trying to eat better, too... not that the pizza we had last night was eating better. I have lost a little weight from the constant moving around I do at work, but it's not enough to make me happy. I still can't fit into my old Chinese dresses, damnit! I will wear those again! I WILL need to take them to a tailor to have them taken in someday too! This I swear!
And that's about it. Wow, I'm really boring! HA HA HA! And I actually love that right now.
I will soon be the one driving the Sunfire. I WILL BE DRIVING AGAIN! NO LONGER WILL I BE TRAPPED IN THIS PIT OF DOOM!... *ahem* I mean, I'll be free to move about the town without having to wait on Eric to come home and drive me places. I'd walk, but it takes over an hour to get anywhere interesting, and god forbid I want to do a little shopping... if it doesn't fit in my bag or needs refrigeration, forget it.
Eric will be getting a new car within the next two months, he just wants to pay off his medical bills before jumping into car payments again. As much as my folks aren't going to like this, he's looking at getting a Ford Focus. It drives really nice and the guy at the dealership knows Eric and is a really laid back guy that seemed cool that we were just looking, not just ready to jump into the buying stage.
We also took a look at another car over at the place he bought the Sunfire, but one of the dealers came out and insisted on being the typical car salesman that makes you want to smash his head into a cement pillar until its nothing more than squishy brain mash with bits of skull added in for that crunchy texture. Wow, that was kinda gross. heh heh heh.
I'm not kidding, the guy walked out with that swagger that makes you think "Dear god, NO! He's going to force feed us the smarm of retail!" And he did not disappoint in that. He opened his spiel with the interior colors and the radio options. If it had been me buying the car, I would have told him that means next to nothing to me, tell me safety, tell me mileage, tell me the seat and steering wheel are adjustable for the height impaired, and if it comes in standard shift LONG before you tell me that the interior comes in a lovely two toned shading. I then would have happily informed him that he just put me on the defensive and I know for certain that I will NOT be buying a car today, thankyouverymuchsir. What really pissed me off with the jackass was when Eric told him he was just looking that day, the guy demanded to know why we weren't buying today. Apparently you're not allowed to shop around when spending a lot of money on a car we'll be paying off for years. It's car shopping, not buying a pair of pants! If I'm not happy with the pants I just bought, I'm not stuck in payments for the next 5 to 7 years!
We also didn't get to take the test drive alone. We did test drive a car a few years ago from that same dealership without a salesman yapping in our ears, but not this time. I'm not sure if the seats were just uncomfortable or if having that mouth breather sitting behind me (not safely in a seat belt but breathing down both our necks the entire time) was making me uncomfortable. The car didn't even handle as nicely as the Focus. He also didn't listen when we said we were NOT trading the Sunfire in, and kept bringing up financing and the trade in value of the Sunfire. I literally had to bite my tongue to keep from asking that tool if he actually listened to what his customers said or just creamed himself over the sound of his own voice. ....and that was pretty gross too. Sorry, I'm kinda on a roll here.
Eric, because of his job, has to be a nice person in public. So he thanked the guy and we headed off to bitch and moan about him in the privacy of our own car. We stopped in to the Ford dealership and talked to the guy we spoke with before, Eric let him know we'd be getting the car soon, and the dealer seemed pretty cool with our time table. Well... Eric talked to him, I drooled over the Shelby Cobra on the sales floor. It's SOOO pretty. And it's a standard shift... I wanted to test drive it, I wanted to so bad!
Sadly, driving the Sunfire means I won't be driving another standard shift car. I miss that so very much. But it's good that Eric will be able to drive both cars if something happens and he needs to switch cars for whatever reason. I always lived in fear of the day he asked to borrow the Nissan, I could almost hear him stripping the gears. *cringe*
I also promised one of my co-workers that I'd drive her to work on the nights we work together and she didn't already have a ride lined up. But before I let her in that car, it needs to be CLEANED! Eric pretty much lives in his car, so it is more than a little bit of a disaster area. It's also where all the CDs I want to listen to end up, and end up living there for a year or more. HA HA HA.... grrr.
I also can't wait for it to be mine, ALL MINE, so on the nights my work buddies aren't scheduled, I can hide out in MY CAR on my breaks. Or even come home for lunch. That would be so sweet!
We attended the Renaissance Festival this weekend. Much money was spent by ...well me. Eric didn't go nuts this year. But I didn't go nuts last year, I also didn't have a job last year, so... yeah. But I got a few things I have been needing for my costume and that makes me happy. The place Eric got his cloak, I think about 5 years ago, had some really nice cloaks this year and in colors I really liked. I got a dark blue cloak with a double headed griffon clasp. Naturally the Dragon Age Fan-girl in me screamed the moment I saw it... so now I'm a Gray Warden. Shut up! I am! I also got a belt that I can't promise I won't wear around town just for shits and giggles. I can't promise I won't wear the cloak when I can finally get back out to the nature center for hikes either.
The free tickets the paper gets every year didn't all get snagged this time around, so it looks like we'll be heading back for one more weekend. Probably the last Sunday and mostly just to hang with the friends we didn't get to see this time around. PJ and Doob were at a wedding this weekend, so Eric and I were on our own - so no sneaking behind the scenes and bypassing throngs of people. Although it was nice to just hang out the two of us alone. Honestly, I think the past five or six years we've always been with other people. We'll probably dress up again, but I doubt we'll be shopping for anything more than turkey legs and booze.
I am still thinking about getting my act together and selling prints. Doob told me years ago they do need venders out there, I just need to have something to show for it. I don't know that I have enough to warrant renting an entire shop, but a girl can dream, right?
I have to admit the drawing thing hasn't been happening. The will is there, the allergies however are winning the battle of me not completing anything. If I'm not at work, I'm at home crashed out on the couch, sneezing my brains out, and making friends with the tissue box. I love this time of the year. grrr. Probably another reason I should see a doctor, if I get allergy shots maybe I can function as a normal human being.
Work is work. I actually don't mind the hours and the people I work with, although most are ten years younger than me. I have some complaints, but they are so minor they don't cause me to massively stress out like past jobs have. It's by no means my dream job, but having had worse, I'm fairly happy right now. I know Eric's happy I don't come home from work ranting and raving for hours on end about stupid stuff. Most mornings I can come home and actually laugh about a lot of things.
I'm being trained in on binning stock in the storeroom now. I think I'm getting the hang of it, not that its hard to master or anything. Mostly I like it because I'm in the back room and customers can't ask me questions... that last hour of work I kinda just want to go completely brainless and that's when the early birds start popping in and asking questions that sometimes requires me to think. There have been a few times I want to scream at these people "Dude! It's 6am, and I have one more hour left of work. Janeen requires sleepy-times now, no ask her nothing. You go way now." If a co-worker asks me something at that time and I give them a blank unintelligent stare, they laugh and know what I mean. I did have some Mexican woman yell at me about cereal one morning. It literally took me a minute to figure out she was yelling at me and not the other woman she was shopping with and her English wasn't the problem. I must have given her the dumbest look too, because she looked so disgusted with me. And after she left, I suddenly found the whole thing so funny, I couldn't stop laughing like a lunatic for ten minutes. I'm fairly sure I scared some people off... muh ha ha ha! I could probably scare my co-workers with that sort of thing too.... but I haven't as of yet. Or at least no one has told me I frightened them by laughing over something so very stupid.
I'm easing back into working out again. I know I shouldn't quit, but I hit one day where I think "meh, I'll skip it today" and skipping it turns into weeks on end of skipping it. I'm trying to easy into it gently this time, so I'm not in pain at night when I have to work. I'm sure my bosses don't want to come down an isle and find me sobbing because I can't bend down to put something on a bottom shelf... or worse, rolling around on my back trying to get back on my feet, screaming "HELP! I've Fawllen and I can't get up!"
I'm trying to eat better, too... not that the pizza we had last night was eating better. I have lost a little weight from the constant moving around I do at work, but it's not enough to make me happy. I still can't fit into my old Chinese dresses, damnit! I will wear those again! I WILL need to take them to a tailor to have them taken in someday too! This I swear!
And that's about it. Wow, I'm really boring! HA HA HA! And I actually love that right now.