>fastest posting ever…

>Hey everyone, sorry it has been a while since I have posted. I know you worry.
🙂
Yesterday (monday) sucked. It was a hot icky day, I had to deal with the politics of the place I am working, the place I work for, the place where I live (landlord, neighbor stuff), and people broke my shit. Okay, it wasn’t my shit–but when an air pump is destroyed it still irritates the crap out of me.
It probably didn’t help that I didn’t get any sleep Sunday night–and just because I couldn’t sleep, not because I was doing anything fun. *sigh*

Anyway, I have to make this short–turns out my wonderful “use my blackberry as a modem”-thing may not be so wonderful after all. 😦 😦 😦
I’m going to try this weekend to get internet in the house.
I will say one thing for STX. Nothing is done easily.

FYI: for those of you who are following the soap opera, “Heather’s Neighborhood” here is the update. Last night the neighbor cooked dinner for me and the landlord, it was very tasty. I know the landlord is having $ problems and he mentioned to me that my neighbor owes him $3200 in back rent. HOLY CRAP. The landlord drove the neighbor around yesterday to try to find her a job…it did not work. The neighbor may be sueing her ex-boss (the place she just quit) for sexual harassment and lack of payment. So, that’s this weeks’ episode of “Heather’s Neighborhood” the place where there are 5 dogs, 3 humans, 2 wild roof dwelling iguanas,and 50 bazillion lizards (geckos).
I seriously need a field guide for this place…

>Dear Liver…

>Dear Liver,
I am sorry. I know I haven’t prepared you for living here. I should have spent my last few months training–instead I drank water. Silly, I know. Liver, I appreciate all that you do and I care about you greatly. You are important to me–I need you! Please don’t give up on us, try to remember the good times. With just a little effort on your part and a smidge of moderation on mine–I think we can make this work.
Love always,
Heather

>Tuesday 01/20/2009

>Evening everyone,
How’s things? It is 7:30 PM here which means it is 5:30 for most of you. I am exhausted. Almost stupid tired and in all honesty I don’t really have that much to say.

It has rained here the past few days, needless to say it has not improved the road to my apartment. Ooooh, oooh, I do have news. Well, it is not news it is more interesting tidbit of info. Remember back in the post where I explained how to get to my apartment –well, if you recall the super ugly blue house with the super ugly blue concrete fence with eagles on it painted ugly blue with faces painted to look like seagulls??? Well, turns out that used to be a whorehouse. Nope, not kidding. An actual whore house. The owner (pimp?) apparently died a few years ago and now someone lives there as if it were an actual house. All I could think was how many times do you have to bleach the bathroom in an old whore house before you would feel okay not wearing shoes in the shower or sitting all the way down on the toilet seat?
Yeah, I don’t think I could live there either. But who knows (I say as I’m looking around my apartment), anyone could have lived here before.
I also wondered what happened to all the old prostitutes who lived there when the old dude (pimp?) kicked…do you think they had somewhere to go, are there now free-range prostitutes running around…do you see what I start to think when I am stupid tired??? I warned ya’ll.

I have a neighbor drama update. She was sobbing when I got home. Again. I wish I didn’t sound so cynical but if someone sobs every day it sort of loses the effect (aka sympathy). Apparently the boyfriend didn’t show up to pick her up from work. This is the same man who apparently has another girlfriend who just doesn’t understand him (uh huh – do they ever understand?), is planning on taking her to Italy—she just has to get her passport (uh huh), and is going to bail her out of this “rent problem” (you know, the not paying it part). I keep trying to talk to her using logic. It is not working. Her car is totaled and she needs $700 to fix it, she works at a bar during the day but they often send her home early, and she is behind in rent. Did I mention the husband whom she is separated from? It is horrifying to watch, but I don’t know how to help her. Anyway, enough about that—maybe I am just cynical, perhaps this guy is her prince charming and will sweep her away from all this.
Hey, if someone does sweep her away from all this I can rent the place next door for when people come to visit. It attaches to my apartment with a door and then people could have their own little place to stay.

There is no garbage service to the house. When the landlord is around he takes the cans but he has been gone for a while. I tried to find the dump today, and failed. I know I have been there before—I think they moved it on me. :o)

Goodnight all, I will try to have something more interesting to write tomorrow.
*hugs*

>01-21-09

>Dear Redwing boots: I love you. You are the comfiest boots I have ever owned. You are a “double wide” size, which although appears unnatractive it certainly makes life worth living while running around in hot weather.
You were worth every penny over the boot allowance.

Dear Refinery Cafeteria: I love you. You feed me daily, providing sustenance (and vegetables) and air conditioning in one convenient location.
As if that were not enough, you take my tray and wash my dishes.

Dear Beige nomex: I hate you. You are hot, scratchy, and make me look like a giant beige weeble wobble.
Dear hard hat: see above. You don’t help the image thing and you give me acne as soon as you touch my skin.

>*sheesh*

>Okay people, I have talked to 3 of you in the past 24 hours and I have heard 3 complaints that I don’t update enough. I am sorry, I have been slackin’
I had most of the weekend off and I concentrated on doing very little. Turns out I am good at doing very little. 🙂
I had Monday off too! (MLK day)
I wrote an entry last night but haven’t had a chance to connect to the internet and post it.
Just to let you all know, I am doing pretty darn well. Getting tired of my neighbor’s drama, but work is going ok. Learning new stuff
every day.
I’m writing this on my bberry at break.
Hugs to you all.
-H.

>Sunday, 01/18/2009

>Happy Sunday people.My first full week of work was last week. I don’t know if I feel as ifI accomplished much, but I certainly ran around a lot and learned afew things.I learned that crappy pizza gives me heartburn, sushi with a lot of jalapenos hurts my stomach the next day, and this island is VERY big on drinking. Okay, so I knew the last part. 🙂

Groceries are wicked expensive, I swear I have no food but every timeI go to the grocery store its $100.

Random weird side note-to work in a restaurant here you have to poop in a cup and get checked for intestinal worms.

Yes, they told me this as I was eating–no, it didn’t help my appetite. 🙂

The road up to my house is worse after the rains. I am not shocked bythis but I thank my company every single day I make it up that thingfor getting me a truck.And the highlight of my saturday (ready?). I bought a DVD player. Iwatched tv like a normal person. It was quite soothing to have it on in the background.

The TV that my co-worker gave me is starting to die. In the upper left corner its going green and it the upper rightits going purple. The purple is less noticeable but every once in awhile a person shows up in the upper left completely green. This leads me to shout “ALIEN” – every time.

I’m glad I find myself amusing,someone has too! 🙂 :)My apartment is clean and I rearranged my furniture. I covered my couch with a couch cover. It made it much comfier. I had trouble sitting on it imagining God knows how many sweaty butts had sat on it before me.
(I know, ewww. This is kind of a gross post between the worm check and the sweaty couch sitters. Sorry bout that!)
Well, much love to ya’ll. I’m starting to feel more settled in–the bugs still freak me out, but I’m gettin there.
The dogs on the other hand settled in pretty damn quick. Life is currently blowing her undercoat. That makes lovely dog hairtumbleweeds that blow around with the ceiling fan :(. They love going to the beach with me for long walks and jump in the car whenever possible. Teak has reverted to a “wild doodle” and runs around like a fool. He has found a nest of “something alive” and whenever possible he runs over there to point at it.
I don’t know what it is but he has definitely confirmed it as a “nest of interest”.

Hope everyone has a great weekend!!!

Stolen time for an update…

So I am stealing a little time from my training to write this, because let’s face it, it’s been a while.  Here’s what is going on.
1.  As I have stated before I am moving to the island of St. Croix, it is pretty gosh darn exciting, and I am really happy about it, etc.  HOWEVER, it is still stressful as hell.  No, I do not know what I am doing with my house, No, I do not know when and if my spouse will come down there, No, I don’t (yet) know how I am going to get my large dog onto the island, No, there is no quarantine and yes, I may have to charter a special plane, no I am not kidding.  So, needless to say, with all of the St. Croix (STX) crap I have been a touch stressed.  Just a touch.  Only 1 panic attack so far though.  :)
 2.  LOL.  I over-use it, and I find myself irritating.  I have been IMing people, facebooking people, and I am always laughing, I look like a lunatic.  LOL LOL, whatever, we need a new statement, something that means, I am somewhat amusing myself while writing this.  
3.  I am in a laboratory right now (insert evil lab laugh here).  I am learning to identify asbestos in building materials.  It is not so easy, it is subjective and a great whopping pain in my butt. But in all honesty some of the trippy-est pretty-est things I have ever seen.  Picture serious lava lamp but multi-colors.  Minerology is beautiful, if a pain in the ass.
4.  On Halloween I rocked my satin bodice, yes, I went into public like that.  You should have seen the faces my boobs got.  I had more women caressing my breasts than I have ever had.  Needless to say, the boobs were a hit in downtown Chicago.  I was dancing my ass off to a band called 16 candles.  Guess what they play?  you got it, 80′s music.  I had a big fun time. 
5.  Yesterday I wore E’s socks.  Made me think of her.  I love her, and she would have had fun with my breasts on Halloween.  :)
6.  Never before in my life have I been so less sexy.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m actually looking pretty good.  I re-dyed the purple into my hair (the bleachy parts were looking way to white), face is good, etc.  but I just haven’t been “into” it.  And, for the first time that I can accurately remember, I turned the husband down. Yes, you heard me.  It was part irritation that after months of not touching me he could snap his fingers and expect me to respond, and part, eh, who needs it.  But I was oddly satisfied to be like, eh, no.  Maybe, finally I can be like normal people–you know, dead inside?  Sex not needing to be an everyday kind of thing. 
or more likely I am just a stressed person.  but whateva.  :) :) :)
7.  I am so happy with our President elect.  I loves him.  Hope everyone voted.  :)  
8.  I miss my friends.  I want to have them over before I leave for STX.  but I am rapidly running out of time.Love you all!
-H.

I have some words….

I have some words…

Okay, so initially I was going to name this, ‘I have no words’.  but in reality, I have some damn words. 
My stepmother is so crazy she moved past “bat crap crazy” and has moved more towards “batten down the hatches, the evil is coming” crazy. 
For those of you who do not recall, she spurned last years birthday greetings as she determined that I was insinuating that she was an alcoholic due to the martini glass on the outside of the card.  ooookay.  whatever.
This year, this year in for the sake of my father (I know where I got my penchant for the crazy woman from, it must be genetic, anyway) I painstakingly handpainted a card to look like stained glass, and then I wrote a simple Happy Birthday on the inside…
crazy-ass bitch had it sent back addressee not known. 

I assumed it was a mistake.  I mean, right?  It had to be a mistake.  I double checked the address…okay, that was correct.  So I called my father…nope.  no mistake. 
Sometimes, in the midst of all that wackiness, you just have to laugh. 
and yes, I sent it again. 
*snicker* 
I wonder how many times it will come back….