let's just say...

let’s just say…

it’s time to call the land lord about getting screens on the windows. There are far too many spiders co-living in my house. I killed one with fangs the other night. I would say something like, “bless its tiny heart” or “rest in peace,” but it had fucking fangs for crying out loud.

and

let's just say this is proof of how much I love roller derby and the women who play it: yesterday at work I saw Bar Scar and went up and hugged her. fucking hugged her! and I DON'T hug people.

mouse potato

mouse potato: similar to "couch potato," but describing an individual who sits in front of the computer of extended periods of time in order to engage (or disengage) in a leisure activity.

So we (we being me, Julie, and for a small while longer Julie’s ex’s dog Lucky...ahhhh he’s so cute, the dog, not the ex), we don’t have internet at our house...yet. it’s been surprisingly nice, I haven’t been on my computer more than 3 times the past two and a half weeks. And even then I have to walk to Starbucks or the Library. Looks like I’ve kicked the mouse potato habits I was forming at school! Hope I can keep it up when my grad program starts in the fall. I’ll probably lay down some ground rules before September.

update 7/6/2011: The internet modem has arrived! Civilized Life! Advanced Beings! Modern Society! INFORMATION! A guy came to our door last week, he was small and blonde and adorable, it was hot out, the sun shining a bright care-bear yellow, I wasn't wearing pants...so, I caved and bought Quest Internet from a local wireless provider. (At least I didn't buy $400 worth of chicken from a door-to-door salesman like some other doof I know). Anyway, these are all just excuses. Boy, am I in trouble or what?! I just get so distracted by all the digital things to explore and learn on the web, and to think that the internet is only a limited window! It's narrowed and personalized to each user. I often wonder how other people experience the internet. Probably with a higher amount of porn intake. Ha! Just kidding.

grown-up

grown-up: an adult (esp. in a child's world)

I feel like a grown up, with a job job (as a Technical REcords specialist). I bought a lunch box and fancy boss-lady pants. But before I get into my search for markers of maturity...let's talk about my job interview…s So many of them. One at Hastings, one as head cashier at Home Depot (but I don’t want to drive all the way out to Eagle at 5 am anymore), one at Albertson’s for my old job. I ended up taking my old job at Albertson’s back. Got to see Joe (or lotto guy as I referred to him in an earlier post), he’s one of my favorite people. I really enjoy customer service. Oddly, I’m not being sarcastic. It’s like getting a small window into other peoples’ lives.

Update 6/22/11: Anyway, despite losing my keys and being late (thank you sister for being willing to come and pick me up, even though I found my keys as soon as you got to my house), my second interview with the Idaho Real Estate Commission was excellent and they offered me a job as a Technical Records Specialist 1. It’s a job job, with a fancy title and business cards, and paid holidays and weekends off, possibly 4/10’s, health benefits, and not to mention my rent in one week’s pay. I feel giddy, like a little kid about to start school for the first time. I seriously did buy a lunch box! One of these. But I have my eye out for something like this or this. I’ll keep you posted about training and all that jazz. So far, I’m excited because this position will be a good combination of customer service and records management, which will totally groove with my MLIS program. Sweet deal, if you ask me.

verve

verve: energy and enthusiasm

My niece cracks me up. We were rocking in a big leather recliner, playing with my cell phone and its phone-shaped cover. Just relaxing, mostly. When all of a sudden my niece decides to “call me” (note she is two and a half). I pick up the phone and we start talking. Then, she abruptly interrupts me and says, “Hang on Aunt Monique, I am calling my boyfriend. I need to go to my boyfriend's house soon.” So I say, “Pardon me” and politely hang up the phone. She then has a full on conversation with her “boyfriend”… but eventually calls me back. She’s like a mini person!

Update 6/17/2011: today my sister Jess brought her kids over to see my house and I was playing Polly Pocket on my bed with my nieces when I decide to ask Madison (the two and a half year old) how her boyfriend is doing. She turned to me with a forlorn look and sighed, “Oh you know. We broke up.” So I quickly changed the subject and complemented her on her newly pierced ears, “your earrings are so beautiful!” I said. “I know, thanks” she says. Ha!

robot voice

robot voice: visual definition below...

Nothing is more entertaining than a three year old with sticky blue popsicle lips, shouting "I am a robot" into a giant oscillating fan.

Mom and Dave came to visit this past week.  Jess and I took them, along with my nieces, to the Main Street Auction. I didn't buy anything except for a gaggle of popsicles and ice cream bars.

we had fun though!

Marine friends!

giant marshmallows

the boat had a sign on it reading "do not sit or stand," I helped them get in!

nickname

nickname: another way to say...but not "short for."

I get a kick out of other peoples’ nicknames for things. Always have, always will. I wish there were a dictionary of nicknames. That would be a book worthy of investment. One of my friend’s call Parmesan cheese “sprinkle cheese” because her family always buys the green shaker bottle. Te he. Also, in a recent episode of Parks and Recreation (which I will miss greatly until it returns in the fall) one of the characters spouts off a handful of nicknames, my favorite being “bean blankets” for tortillas. Another favorite of mine is “air bunnies” for quotation marks.

also...

why do people keep calling me Mo or Mo Mo? grrr.

let's just say...

Let’s just say you never realize you’re out of breath until after those two minutes of jamming.

p.s. I’ve started to dream about derby…a lot actually.

Oh and f.y.i, I started skating Fresh Meat for Treasure Valley Roller Girls. I need not rave about how much roller derby means to me. I’m sure you are sick of hearing about it. But it looks like I will be able to draft in August and hopefully will make the travel team. OooooooH and I can now officially tell you that my skate name is Lemon Harangue Die (#3.14). However I’ve been kicking around Mo’Mayhem for awhile, but I think it’s already been taken. Frown face :(

here's the question

here's the question...

why is is that love and dignity have such a hard time agreeing in my life?

shrug.