Hrm

It appears that despite my utter lack of attention, this blog still exists... who knew?

Ok, ok, I know. I'm awful. I accept all accusations of bad bloggerhood and insincerely promise to do better in the future. Frankly, just not that much blogworthy has been happening, and if I start doing current events blogging that invites all of the crap I've always tried to avoid on this blog... so I'm quiet.

The last few months have just been boring, and most of the interesting stuff just won't make it on the blog. The adventure of learning to live with someone who's happiness actually matters to you probably provides plenty of blogfodder, but frankly a lot of it is no one else's business.

Besides, there haven't been any real fireworks. A few shots over respective bows in regards to various domestic details, but that's any roommate and just not interesting.

Survived an earthquake or three over a few days a while back. The first one was just a big thump. I thought the upstairs neighbors were throwing furniture at each other, which wouldn't have been entirely out of character. Then DM came out of the office/gunbunny room (formerly the master bedroom, but I was somehow convinced that giving up the big bedroom was a good move... and I'm still not entirely sure how it turned out that he was right) and said "Hey honey, have you ever been in an earthquake?"

"Um... I've lived most of my life in southeastern Colorado. Technically yes, since there's a fault line near by, geologically speaking, but not a noticeable one."*

"You have now."

Later that night, right about the time I was dozing off to sleep, another rumble came through, this one long enough to trigger the atavistic fear of the ground swallowing me whole or something ridiculous like that... and the not so ridiculous fear born from the knowledge that the building we live in is already settling oddly, to the point that we had to make allowances for the slope when positioning the gun safe.

It's odd, at the time I remember thinking "that doesn't sound anything like the earthquakes in the movies. Hollywood gets it wrong again, go figure." But two days later, the exposure to Hollywood's version had overwritten the soundtrack in my head. For a moment it also added an Indiana Jones-esque music track, but I stomped on that fairly immediately.

Other than that it's just life. Adventures in retail customer service but hell you can find those anywhere, and nothing major even there.

I'm happy, in love, and if I could wish for some more money, well, who couldn't? But I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, I've just been spending more time with my love than my computer... can you blame me?



*This portion of the conversation may have been edited to make me sound smarter since I realized most of this later. I don't recall exactly the phrasing I actually used, but it may have been something like "Bwuh? Um. No.... what?"

Monkey/Football Some Disassembly required

This weekend was a fun and crazy couple of days. Friends showed up to work on the car that Farmgirl hit the elk with.

We started out with the sawzall and that should give you the first clue on how this rebuild went.

The top did finally come off though.


Next was wondering if they could get more ammo in the trunk with the lid on or off. Then the back seat had to come out because really it was just too nasty to clean up. With the back seat out there were lots of loose hanging wires so you can guess what happened there. SOMEONE whom I will not identify decided to get rid of said dangley wires and proceeded to do so.

It was getting a little warm out so we decided to take a break and run it over to the range for a premature victory lap. Until it wouldn't start. Eventually the wire for the fuel pump was located and repaired.



IT LIVES!!!!!!!!


And his Royal Highness was transported on his throne to the range to turn money into smoke and noise.


The hand cannon that Speer built was just flat AWESOME!


And Princess Farmgirl sits her throne thinking of mayhem .

These pics are just the beginning of what was actually accomplished on the car but the rest will have to wait for later. Much fun and laughter was had and I'm looking forward to more in a couple months.

People are NASTY

Handy tip: if your six year old is prone to wetting herself without notifying you, don't put her in the basket seat. I don't care if she fits, just don't do it.

If you don't follow that tip and she does wet herself, don't make the cashier handle the urine soaked items when you can hold up the barcodes and she can scan them across the counter.

Also don't fail to notify an employee if your child leaves a puddle of human waste on the floor.

And especially don't start grade sorting the items and deciding not to buy things that were in the cart your kid pissed all over.

Seriously, people are disgusting. There's a stiff drink in my future in about an hour and a half.

Ahhhh

So tomorrow is payday, finally have an actual income again. I gotta say though for huge evil conglomerate devil worshiping soul eaters, the new job isn't late with the paychecks.

My pay is registering as in my account as of now, which means they're quicker on the draw than the old job was... their computer system didn't stuff the money into my account until eleven thirty at night, and here it is not even ten thirty and I have money.

It's a huge relief to be productive again, I hadn't realized how much stress the lack of pay from the old job had given me, between the broken rib and the boss dicking around with me, until I saw that number in my account and felt a bunch of muscles just let go.

Of course, tomorrow I get to spend a good chunk of it, between getting tires on my car (again, already, this is not happy and I'm sort of hoping I can manage to shove at least part of the cost up corporate ass cause I put those tires on three months ago) and getting another set of stuff for Farmdog.

See, we can't have pets in this apartment. Not having my puppies has been driving me batshit. However, one of DM's smithing buddies thinks he might want a dog but hasn't ever had anything but family dogs. So, he's gonna keep Farmdog for a few months as a practice dog.... get an idea without the commitment of a puppy. She'll be in a nice place nearby where I can see her every day, and I trust him to take good care of her when I'm not around.

It's not perfect, and it's only one dog, but it might just hold me until January when we'll have a chance to get into another place.

A Friendly Note

If you're in a big store and trying to check out, and you see the light on a checkout go off, it's rude as shit to run for that line.

"I saw the light go off and figured you were headed to lunch so I knew you'd be quick."

Jackass.

A New One On Me

The other day at work, while I was working the twenty items or less aisle, at the far end of the store, I was bored out of my mind. Mostly because I was the absolute last register in the line as far from the "busy" end of the store as you can get. So, I was doing what I was told to do, standing in front of my register aisle and looking for customers to help, whether they had twenty items or a hundred and twenty.

This guy comes by, I give him the smile and "I can take care of you right here if you're ready," and he starts unloading his cart.

This is when I begin to suspect that this guy might not be right in the head. Lots of four packs of toilet paper, tons of vitamins, potted meats, and fruit. As I start scanning and bagging this dude starts telling me how he's stocking up for TEOTWAWKI. I'm thinking standard Last Man On Earth economy collapsing survivalist nutbag, but no, he threw a curveball at me.

See, there's this rogue planet, which will come between the Earth and the sun for three days sometime in September, causing a three day eclipse, flipping the planet, electromagnetic fields wiping out the electrical grid and all of modern technology.

Apparently, this is what wiped out the ancient Sumerians, and they documented everything leading up to it, which matches all the stuff going on now with the weird weather and volcanoes and earthquakes.

I got the whoooole story, and it stretched my ability to remain polite. I was able to act mildly interested because I hadn't heard this particular delusion before, but the guy in line behind this dude developed a decided cough at certain points.

This is my world now.... someone help me.

Re-Employed

Well I got the job, I'll be register-monkeying for an Evil Corporate Giant. Had orientation yesterday which was just the typical orientation for one of those companies, without even anything amusing to break the monotony.

Monday I start taking tests and doing training. Excitement. I get paid for it, though, so I'm not complaining.

This weekend DM and I will be dragging some noobs across to shoot prairie dogs and eat Farmmom's cooking, and I'll be tossing them out of the truck in the pasture with a bag of cake for my own amusement.

Yes, I'm aware that I'm a bad person. Now, I need to start thinking about dinner.