Boots

Boss called this morning, "Hey kiddo, it's Char, well, we gotta open the office, people need us. Can you make it in by nine, maybe ride the bus or something? We will be closing around 3:30. OK see you then kiddo"

So I went back to sleep for half hour. Got ready. Put on my SJP sneakers that I wear instead of snow boots because I don't have snow boots. I went out and started scraping the six inches of snow off my car that has accumulated over night. Massive amounts of snow got into my shoes and of course all over my jeans which were then soaking wet. Started all-bying it (I have all wheel drive, not four wheel) through the parking lot to the street. The snow was deep at the top of the little hill and my poor little subby barely made it through. While I was sitting there waiting to get out into the street I look over and see a girl in a two-door little hatch back Jetta or something completely stuck in the snow on the side of the road and sobbing on her cell phone. I felt bad, but kinda not. What kind of tool goes out on the roads like they are in a car like that!?

Got to work ... barely. Walked in the front door, boss says:
"Hey kiddo you made it! Thanks for coming in on such ... Why are you not wearing boots!?!?! Diana, you need to wear boots out there! Are those sneakers!?!? Diana what are you doing!? What size are your feet, we need to get you some boots!"
Diana/Kiddo: "Uhh I'm fine. These shoes are ok. Yeah I mean my feet are a little wet, but I brought extra socks. Please don't buy me boots"
Boss:"KIDDO!!"

I went and bought boots after work today that I both can't afford, and don't like. Peer pressure sucks! But I guess dry feet won't be so bad ...

(Actual boots not pictured)

d'bag

Also I had a voicemail from my Dad today while I was doing Spinster Sunday, it went something like this:

"woodrow (my Dad calls me many variations on the nickname Woody, its way too long of a story or I would just tell you), I was talking to zater today (all Duggans and Duggan friends love the use of nicknames for people) and he told me that when he was driving you home from the bars over Thanksgiving (yes, one of my good friends' Dad was our DD the night after Thanksgiving when we went to the local bar and got plowed, or lit if you are little BP) that you called me a douche bag. Why would you call your Dad a douche bag? Suck it."

FYI I called him a douche bag because he wears his blue tooth headset dealy thing around the house. I've told him that he is being douche baggy, is partaking in douche baggery, and is displaying douche baggish tendencies when he does this. He always just tells me to suck it.

Here is the un-commented-on version of the voicemail, since after reading this blog even I found it confusing:

"woodrow, I was talking to zater today and he told me that when he was driving you home from the bars over Thanksgiving that you called me a douche bag. Why would you call your Dad a douche bag? Suck it."

Date night

Last night I had a great date. We watched two movies, made a bobali pizza, baked cookies, it was awesome. It was with my dearest Rachel. We are each other's boyfriends right now since neither of us have one. It was kinda awesome. Movies included The Shining, and Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Good combo. I had never seen The Shining before and it freaking blew my mind. It freaked me out ... a lot. That kid, ugh gives me the willies. As I stated right after it ended, "I NEVER want to shine."

Sarah Marshall was hysterical. It was a nice change after watching the Shining. There was a little too much male full frontal in the first ten minutes though. Yowza

Since today is Sunday it was of course Spinster Sunday. Went to Woods for coffee, drank some coffee. Snowed in for sure. I've been riding the bus everywhere. I need to buy a bus pass because I've probably almost paid one off with as much as I've had to ride in the last week or so. I guess I should look into that.

Why do my blogs suck so much lately?

no work, no money

Another snow day is upon me! Yesterday I got to leave work at about noon because it was starting to snow cats and dogs. It was fine, I assumed things would clear up so I did all my chores thinking I shouldn't waste my time. I cleaned the kitchen, did crafts for Christmas presents, read Harry Potter, baked a casserole, cleaned my room etc etc. It was a very productive and busy Wednesday afternoon. Then I started thinking to myself, well yes this is lovely, but I'm not getting paid. I need me those dollas! Then I got calls from TWO different co-workers telling me that we were probably not going to have work today. Balls. I decided I would wake up at normal time and call my boss anyway. I called, I didn't have to work today. She seemed thankful for my concern haha. Always the suck up. But then I was wide awake because it was morning, so I chatted with Rachel on the telly, quite possibly the earliest conversation I've had with her ever and made myself coffee in a HUGE mug. Now I'm watching Indiana Jones, because I effing love Indiana Jones. Later I'm going to buy stamps. Big day.

Snow Day!

Today it started snowing fairly hard in Bellingham. Since Bellingham does not do so hot in snow (read: it effing blows, no snow plows, no salt or sand or ANYTHING, but crashes, sadness, and no work) my boss called at about 11:30 and asked if I had done all of my stuff for the day. Of course I said yes because being the smart little cookie that I am I foresaw the shit weather and imminent closing of the office so I did everything WAY earlier than usual. So after I told her that everything was done she said the magic words, YOU CAN GO HOME EARLY SWEET CHEEKS! She normally does not call me sweet cheeks but only on special occasions ... or on the phone. Mostly she calls me kiddo, or sweetie, which I'm OK with most of the time because she is like my cool young Grandma or older Aunt, when of course she's not yelling at me. We have a complicated relationship. But she sent me home early today, so its a good day. I called my Dad to tell him, he asked me what I was going to do, and I told him that I had a date. He honestly sounded really excited, but I followed with ... Harry Potter, Harry Potter is my date. Thus far I have made Christmas presents, cooked, blogged (well I'm almost done), and read a little. It's a good day!

under pressure ... dun dun dun da da dun dun

Well, not really. But I wanted an excuse to use that as a title. So my dear miss Nicole (you Greylockers who might read this are aware of her) started a blog which makes me kinda jealous. She is going to read 100 books in one year, and blog about them. NICE. Which makes me want to tell you about the books that I've read lately.

OK, so I'm a nerd. Yeah I got crazy (or wicked, or hella, depending on who you are) into the Twilight series and polished off those suckers this summer. Since then I have read, Into the Wild, A Confederacy of Dunces, Breakfast of Champions, and tried to read The Omnivore's Dilemma. I just can't get into that though. It's too much like I'm reading a text book. My current book status is HARRY POTTER! Man I forgot how addictive this effing books are. I decided to re-read the books last Wednesday and I am currently half way done with the third. I wanted to read seven again but decided to truly enjoy it I should have freshly read all the others. I hope to be done by Christmas because (thanks to Nicole's blog and my general nerdiness) my list of "next reads" is growing like nuts.

What a boring read I just composed for you. But hey, at least it wasn't about prop 8 right!?! Not that I'm over being outraged about that whole mess. OK my lovelies, I have to go read more HP and eat dinner. Go read, expand your beautiful minds.

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apparently my whole blog is now devoted to prop 8. enjoy:

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