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- 22 Weeks -
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Wednesday, April 26, 2006
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had another dr.'s appointment today. its a very familiar routine; weigh in, chit chat, take blood pressure, hear the heartbeat, and say good-bye. its what i saw on 'a baby story' today that is not so familiar and actually kind of terrifying. but i am only 22 weeks and things are looking good thus far so i will put off my thoughts on what comes later.
i wish i had a crazy tale or an unbelieveable escapade to share but my days have been focused on packing up my stuff. its a slow process for me and i prolly make it more painful than need be. take for example the boxes i haven't bothered to unpack since moving here 8 months ago, now i think they need to be REpacked in a more organized manner only to be unpacked again in a weeks time.
the only real piece of news is that i have gotten a job as a secret shopper. for whom or what i cannot say because that would defeat the purpose of secrecy, but be aware when you see me out and about because i may be checking up on YOU! MUHAHAHAHAHA
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- Never Forget Where Your At -
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Sunday, April 23, 2006
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another week of waiting on time has passed without really realizing it was going by. it was probably because of the weather-so beautiful for most of the days. activities such as playing catch, biking, walking, cleaning out our vehicles, and lounging in the sun have kept us outdoors and for the most part, active.
last night's activity had us indoors but it was still fun. brittany, lindsay, and i went to a fight card in medicine hat (this is the same type of event that lindsay fights at). despite the novice level bouts, disorganization of the venue, and sitting ahead of an emotional M.O.F. (Mother Of Fighter) it was entertaining for us all.
i doubt this coming week will be as much fun and play because i need to finish packing. i thought i was close to being done but then more i walk around the house the more things i find that belong to me :( but i will be sure to take time off to go watch britt's first baseball game of the season!
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- Ann's House -
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Saturday, April 15, 2006
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I Can Tell This Job Sucks Already:
Boss (to the new employee): We are very keen on cleanliness. Did you wipe your feet on the mat as you came in?
New employee: Yes, sir.
Boss: We are also keen on truthfulness. There is no mat.
i thought a little joke to get started would be nice although it seems to almost parallel my life a little too closely because i am a bull in a china shop.
(only such rediculous things could happen to me i am sure)
this morning i set out for ann's house. since my mom is away i took on one of her spuratic calling clients to do a bit of light house cleaning. mom was what i will now call VAGUE with directions to get to this 87 year olds living quarters.
i pull up to the 6-plex and parked in the back just like my mom had instructed me to do. but theres a problem; i don't see any doors at the back of this building. i know that ann lives in the end unit so off i go to the front of the building but encouter some prickly dry shrubs on the way. i was a bit shocked when i saw a 40ish year old woman open the door to 'ann's house'. i apologized to bother her and went to the other end unit to find ann. no answer there but the 40 year old lady came to see if i would like to phone her landlord to see what number ann's unit was. #1. of course, thats easy. but no unit's on the front claimed that number so i walked to the back of the building through the little shurbs once again and went looking for #1. i did manage to find it but i will say, it was not as easy as it should have been.
ann. sweet gal but not much for the hearing. i got started on my work. the first task was to wash the kitchen floor. as i was washing i noticed some dry flower parts on the floor, ann swept them up in a hurry and commented that 'she didn't realize her floor was that dirty'. i kept washing but kept finding more of the dry flowers. interstingly enough i noticed that the bottom 8 inches on my lulu's were covered in burrs and such. IT WAS ME CREATING THE MESS. great so i rolled up my pants to keep the shit under control. i tried to tell ann but i guess she didn't hear me. when it came time to dump the water i wanted to so she wouldn't notice all the burrs in the water but ann's a helpful lady and insisted that she do it. while she did that i set up the vaccum but not before i hear 'those men who came to drop my fridge must have brought all that dirt in here with their trolly cart' (now you may think i am a bit rotten for not setting her straight but shes sooooo hard of hearing and i guess she isn't walking around with 20/20 vision either becase her floor WAS spotless-before i got in there). things got better but not for long because i snagged some carpet that had unfinished edges with the vaccum and it made a horrendously loud sound. i say horrendously loud because ann even heard it in the other room. rather than me telling her i was capable of fixing it she got the scissors and laid down on the floor to fix it. ten minutes later i was on the move again.
when i was almost finished ann let me know that i did not perform as quickly as my mom does. but i succeeded in pay, making $20 an hour to basically clean up my own mess (ironically more than what my quickly cleaning mom gets who prolly does not do such awful things). so i dunno, is there a lessen to be learned here? you tell me...
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