Work work work

I am sitting at work. I am slowly catching up on my homework. Got the rock and roll radio on, in the back ground the site radio blasts the men's requests to each other. "Joe bring me a part to track number 2 site C." I don't know what they are talking about, I am not allowed back on the railroad tracks, Don't mind that much. Some of the men are scary, and I am a big coward.
I had to work two graveyard shifts this week at the Hotel 43 in Boise 25 miles from Nampa where I live.

Wednesday and Thursday,11;00 PM to 6:00AM. They have six floors, I walk all of them, then do turns outside, checking doors to make sure they are locked, and looking for break ins etc. Sometimes people are in the parking garage and I have to tell them to leave.

Sure didn't like that, especially when I had to come 25 miles back to my home and check on my son, then head back 25 miles to town for a Dr. appointment...then home again. 100 miles already put on my mileage. I took a two hour nap, then had to get ready for school, after school work the graveyard shift in Boise again.
I had a bad flare up of fibermyalgia. Legs hurt so much that I was limping. Fortunately I know that it is only temporary, and in a day or so I will have very little pain.
However here it is Saturday, I lost Friday. Too much pain to do anything but ride it out. Daine and I made the chocolate cake again. It is so easy,I don't know why I don't bake it more often.
The cocker spaniel is very bad behaved, I hate leaving Daine in charge of him. He leaps up in the air and grabs what Daine is eating. He climbs up on the kitchen table and into Danie's toy shelves in his room. He takes what he wants and chews it up.
I am hoping he mellows soon. Some days I would like to see how far I can kick him. I am an animal lover and have lots of patience, but this dog really pushes me to the limit. Today I had to get up at 4 AM in order to get to work by 6. The dog had left me a present on the carpet. I told him he was a bad horrible dog, and he merely wagged his tail. I know that the deed was already done and one cannot punish a dog after the fact, you have to catch them at it. I wanted to walk him outside before I Left for work at 5AM but he darted out the door and took off looking for the neighborhood cats. He would not come when I called him. REALLY I didn't need this game this morning. So rather dejectedly I took my back pack full of school books, purse, and lunch box and put them in my car. He thought he was going along and dived into the car.

I picked him up and took him back into the house. He began to scratch at the door from the inside and howl.

I really really wanted to kick him.

I think he needs to get out somewhere and run. Get all of his Ya Ya's out. (meaning exhaust himself into being a nice dog.)

I miss my Darling Labrador, but memory serves me that she was a bad dog for the first three years then mellowed into a wonderful family pet. There is still hope for Sherman who is going to be one year old this month. Maybe I should bake him a doggie biscuit cake.

Sometimes animals that I adopt from the pound have hidden issues. Lucy the lab used to run away all the time. Sherman is a food snatcher and chewer.

I WANT a cat.

I know that in a few years, I won't remember how bad he was, I will say, " OH he is such a sweet dog etc." I forget sometimes what it takes to get them into shape.
I could never give him up even though he really ticks me off most of the time.
I would be afraid someone else wouldn't love him like we do.
He was just five months old when I brought him from the pound. This means someone lost him from their home. I don't know how anyone could let a lovely dog like this one go.
Well considering what a lot of trouble he is maybe I could.
Anyway. I am thankful I only work till 2 PM today and can drive home and be with my son and horrible dog.

First People Us

Check out this website, it is where I borrowed the wolf picture from.
They said I had to share their URL if I was stealing the wolf picture. So I took another one.

Scared and excited

I know.

It doesn’t go away in spite of annoying interferences.

I want you, I have no idea what I would do with you, but I want you just the same.

The kind of pet that might bite. I would promise to handle you with care and watch for the teeth. You scare the heck out of me sometimes, but I sure like it.

Maybe with a lot of gentle loving you won’t be quite so scary, on the other hand you might eat me.

I never was very good at self preservation. I am drawn to what scares me.

Love every second of it.

Not seaweed soup

SO Having finally written the instructions to my version of Seaweed soup, I rush happily off to Albertsons. Their food costs a bit more, but the service is better and the store isn't so crowded.
EXCEPT today. I hunted and hunted for the packages of dried seaweed, usually found in the oriental section.
I filled my cart with the packages of pads and tampons that I needed, because YES this was the glorious day that I started my period. As usual it was unpleasant and exuberant. I did not find the sea weed. I asked a clerk who was caught idly wandering the isles, thinking he looked busy. HE peered nervously at the booty I already had filled my cart with, and literally ran to the oriental isle. Some men are afraid of carts filled with feminine articles, especially if they are pushed by cranky women looking for dried seaweed. WHICH I was.
He did not find seaweed either, but he found more then I had. He found an empty space marked, "sea weed"
He replied that he was so very very sorry, (He said that too many times) but he figured they were changing suppliers and he wasn't sure when it was going to be in the store again.
Ok... no seaweed.
It got even more fun when I tried to check out my multiple boxes of pads and tampons, because I was going to need them, believe me.
This clerk adjusted his cat eye reading glasses and gasped at the contents, and began to hurriedly ring up the items. I had picked him on purpose, I figured he would want me out of there fast. Just a hunch I had. BUT he screwed up the food stamps card, and he couldn't get the total right, and I decided then might be a good time to mention that they didn't have dried seaweed. He really hated me by then, and when I looked where there had been no one standing, there was a huge line behind my cart now. People changing feet and sighing, always my favorite sport.
HE cried for help, and a sturdy looking woman with carefully bleached hair, saved the day, and his ass, and got me out of there quickly. She had already pushed my cart off toward the front door before the transaction was finished.. kinda seemed like, "Don't let the door hit you in the behind on your way out." I made the soup without the seaweed when I got home and it was good. Then I called my daughter up, and she said she would sure like some so she wouldn't have to cook, and I took the big bowl over there, and it fed the whole family of three girls and two adults. It would have been better with sea weed. SIGH.

WE is a tad bit fat, not PHAT

So I ate my breakfast and lunch in one meal, so does that mean I can have dinner for lunch, and tomorrow's breakfast for dinner?
I am going to have to re-think this aren't I?

ENYA BPPPPTHHHSSSTT!

It is annoying like dripping water. HOW can anyone listen to that shit? EWWW new age is just a bunch of mixed sounds trying to make sense of each other and blend. IT stinks. I always want to throttle a live chicken after some dysfunctional DJ plays that garbage.
OK I don't like it. I had a friend that loved Enya, she played it on a long ride up to Lamoile canyon in Elko. The baby screamed the whole way. I told him, "My sentiments exactly." My friend said, "You don't think the baby likes this?" I said "I know he hates it. Watch this, I pulled the trusty three dog night CD out of my purse and removed the offensive Enya. The baby quit crying. She said, "He is already exhausted, that's all." I looked back at baby and he winked. Baby is nine years old now and likes Green Day.

SAH

I could eat him. He makes me feel voracious. I cannot get enough of him. He knows.
I know when he looks at me he knows how much I want him.