Monday, May 28, 2007

Happy Memorial DAY!

On Saturday Stuart was hosting a Bachelor Party for our good friend Scott. They decided to have a LAN party. LAN as in Local Area Network, as in everyone-brings-their-computer-and-hook-them-all-up-and-play-games-together-geek-style. I think they played Command and Conquer all night...

Meanwhile, I was out with my marvelous in-laws watching Shrek The Third and eating at Bob's Brew and Grill. Shrek was hilarious and Bob's was scrumptious. The whole time I was battling a sinus infection and still am.

Yesterday I missed church because of my snots. When everyone came home we were watching BBC's Planet Earth documentry. I can't remember which specific one it was but I was sitting snuggled up by Stuart when they showed a stripey tail and I was like "Zebra!... oh wait, no" because zebra's dont have that kind of tail... Stuart tried to help me name the animal, "It's a zebra cat, I don't know what kind of cat that is." I looked at him trying to work out if he was serious. He was. I then said, "A tiger?" He flung his head back and we both burst out laughing. From now on tiger's will be known to me as Zebra cat's.

I fell asleep pretty early because I was poorly and woke myself up, not by talking, oh no but by laughing. I woke up laughing my head off at 11pm. I was laughing and Stuart was laughing. He laughed which made me laugh more. The whole thing was bizarre. Our sides were splitting for a good 5 minutes of my awakening... I then remembered what I was thinking about before I woke up. It was indeed the Zebra cat... Oh deary me.

Friday, May 25, 2007

Like a sturgeon...


Today was OK. I woke up at 4.20am, 10 minutes before the alarm. I woke myself up with my sleep talking. I can't remember what I was saying but I wished I'd have shut up. I think I was talking to Stuart in a dream... Last week I woke myself up with my sleep talking and I was telling someone a recipe in my dream. I just remember opening my eyes then saying "half a cup of raisins", then I looked around and became very confused.
But back to today. I woke up early which was fine because I had a very good sleep. Kirsten drives us to work on Tuesday and Friday so I had 2 peanut butter granola bars and made Stuart some toast whilst waiting for her to arrive. I can't eat much that early in the morning or it makes me sick for the rest of the day. I don't think Breakfast time is 4.45am anyway, that's pre-breakfast time...
We got to work, clocked in and did our stretches. Some stretches I understand more than other's. I'm not entirely convinced that moving your head around in a circle is doing anything but make you dizzy. I may not understand it but I certainly enjoy it...
I then went to my locker and got my Jansport tools (box knife, tag gun, marker and biro). I was then told I would be working in TOP. I don't know what TOP means but I think it has something to do with Pirates... Hm. TOP proved to be much more enjoyable than FCSP (Full Case Special Pack) and time went faster there.
I was rejected from TOP at 10.30am. Half a stinkin hour before lunch. Pfft. There is no rest for the wicked so went back to my desk in FCSP and began sticking price stickers on back packs.
Lunch came and went. Second break came and went. 2.30pm came and went. 2.30pm is when we're meant to finish on a normal day... 3pm came and went and then at 3.15pm the music stops. The last hour really drags on because a bell goes at 2.30 telling us we should be going home but we're not and then another bell goes at 3pm, probably just for sheer torture and then the music goes off at 3.15... There's no escaping what time it is.
After sweeping up and putting my Jansport tools back in my locker I meet Stuart and Kirsten to go home... This is where the fun begins.
Kirsten's mum needed a ride home so we went to her work. She's a nurse, a wonderful profession. So we're driving off to meet her whilst discussing the question of the day - If you were to be a Disney princess who would you be? - We were talking about Ariel, The little mermaid because I like her the best and I think Kirsten would be her. Kirsten then asks me "Why does Ariel wear sea-shells?" and I answer "Because she has nipples." Kirsten then burst out laughing and said "Nooooo! It's a joke!" How on earth was I supposed to know, she didn't have her joke voice on... I then told her that I didn't know why Ariel wore sea shells (but I do know, it's because she has to cover her nipples.)
So here's a joke for you.
Q. Why does Ariel wear sea shells?
A. Because B shells are too small and D shells are too big!
We arrive at the medical place where Kirsten's mum works and we park in level 2, in the shade. We're chattering away about a few different things when Kirsten looks out the back window and says "Oh no"... I was a little worried and then I saw a personage approaching the motor vehical. The young man leans in the passenger window and says "Hey you guys, I have a laptop I'm trying to sell for 75 bucks. It has XP on it." I was startled. Kirsten, however was on the ball. "I'm more of a mac user" she calmly says. He didn't understand, "a what?" "A mac, you know Macintosh"... He got it. The young chap was also smoking and after he walked away I mentioned how that was no ordinary cigarette he was smoking. We then commenced to laugh. Uncontrollably. I think us Mormon's were high on dope smoke for a while because when Kirsten drove up to the next floor with the windows open we were ok and the smoke was gone too...
Stuart went and bought some chinese for us to have for dinner so now I must leave.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Can't Touch This!






Today was such a fun day at work. I think when you can tell someone is in a horrible mood it really ruins it for everyone who can see.




Sometimes I marvel at what goes on in my brain. Today's thoughts were highly distracting and I was much amused with most of them so I decided to share and now I'll share them with you; as usual I'm practically waiting to hear your answers...








The first thought of the day was something I read on another blog -




What tooth do you brush the most? Me, I'm thinking myleft bottom canine tooth I believe is the one that gets the most brushing because I'm right handed so that side probably gets more brushed and that tooth gets it from both sides. If not that tooth then my bottom right wisdom tooth is the winner because I worry about that one.







Next question is trickier - If you were only allowed to have one finger, just one which would you pick? And no, you can't have a hook instead. You're only allowed one, that means one hand would have none. Thumbs are included in the choices.



I'm still not certain of my answer for this one. As of right now I think I'd keep my middle finger on my right hand. It would have support on either side of it so it wouldn't break as easy. I can scratch and pick my nose with it. I can kind of hook things with it... Yeah, that's the one.






This next one I have no answer for. I have a hefty list of pro's and con's though.



If you had to marry one who would you choose - The Tinman (no heart) or Scarecrow (no brain)? I'm talking married as in living together, being intimate and everything that goes with being married... This is the one that really stumped me.



The thought of the snuggling up to Tinman does not sound nice to me. He could atleast think about loving me but then Scarecrow's are full of straw and that would make hugs itchy and he'd have no brain to think with... Tinman couldn't make it through an airport I'm quite sure... Scarecrow is highly flamable... Tinman would rust when you madeout with him and he could probably accidently hurt you because he's made out of metal... Scarecrow is just stupid... I have no idea.





Monday, May 21, 2007

Don't get your knickers in a twist!

I'm posting a new bloggy! Calm yourself!
This isn't going to be a very entertaining post but oh well...
9 more weeks of Jansport/Hell. I have to admit that getting past that first week was really just the problem. I didn't want to be there. I had a bad attitude. Now though, I have some new friends and we got a wee pay cheque on Friday... Lovely.
Here's the deal.
4.30am - wake up.
5am - leave the house.
6am - Start work.
8.45am - First break.
11am - Lunch.
1.15pm - Last break.
2.30pm - Home time.
We've been working overtime so home time is actually 3.30pm... Now I can't remember where I was going with this... Uuuum... Well... We got sent home early on Friday - 11am and we didn't have to work Saturday. I wish I'd had more to report about the weekend but I don't. I'd planned on camping in the back garden on Friday night but that didn't happen... Booo!
Today it rained. Classic Seattle rain too and the Distribution Warehouse was FUH-REEZING! I didn't take my hoodie off all day and I kept needing to pee because it was so chilly. You know how you always need to pee after coming inside out of the cold? That's how it was all day. We were processing an order of 19000 black backpacks today. Sick.

Today is day 31 of getting my last immigration notice so I phoned the number it told me to if I didn't get my greencard in the next 30 days... I came off the phone in a stinker of a mood. The robot told me to wait 60 days after the last of the first 30... Wha?! But then it didn't tell me what to do if I still didn't have it. I'm pretty miffed about the whole thing.

Yesterday I got 2 emails from people I haven't heard from in about 10 years. There's nothing I love more these days than being found or finding old friends. I love it!

Saturday, May 12, 2007

I spy...

I love this time of year.

I love his shmooshy face.
And he loves me.

Life works.

One of the things that I don't like so much about working at Jansport is that they don't tell us until the last minute if we have to work Saturday or for an extra hour. We worked 6am-3.30pm yesterday and got the weekend off, thank goodness. I slept in til 6 this morning and couldn't get back to sleep. That is all I'm going to say about Jansport.

We went to see the High school's production of High School Musical. I didn't like the film so I wasn't surprised that I didn't like the live production. Danielle was in it though so that made it worth seeing. The only thing that made the whole thing cheesier was that I was wearing the shoes that make my feet smell like cheese. It really can't get cheesier than that.

Prom day is today. I wish I had a prom. Danielle looked so nice all dressed up. I did her make-up. Her prom is on a boat. Pretty cool. Here's a picture, especially for Megan. It's basically a masterpiece. Don't worry, Megan, there'll be better ones on their way soon.

I've been taking picture's today just for fun. I always have the camera in my bag with me but don't use it as much as I want to. I'm trying to take more so Megan can still feel like she knows what's going on. I love/hate finding links to family pictures that are months old posted on random sites and I haven't been included in the sharing. I'm not in those pictures so maybe I'd like to see them more than the people who are in them? Just maybe.



This is the newest member of the family. Conehead.




Thursday, May 10, 2007

LauraSport.

*I have to try really hard to be positive. If I'm going to be Laura-Raincloud on this blog then there is no point in typing anything. Ok, Laura, pull it together!*
Today was the first day of work. It was as expected. Boring and painful.
I'm working there so I can go home to Scotland for a bit this summer. I haven't been back in 3 years and I want to see my family.
The whole point of coming back to Seattle was so we would work - not for fun although fun is great but again, not why we came back. Oh how I do enjoy fun though... Staying up late playing games or hanging out with friends... Those days are gone. Now we have to be out the house by 5.10am and we'll be home by 4.30pm... 6 days a week.
Last year after we finished working there I had a sneaky plan that would have stopped me from working there again but it didn't work. The plan was to get pregnant. I know, I know, I'm terrible. I would like a kid so it isn't like I just wanted one for the summer... Atleast this way I'll get home once and then it'll be out of my system... also I'll have health insurance when we get back to school.

Leave me some words of encouragement, would ya.

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

You have been sentenced to 3 months at Jansport.

Ok, so here's a story for you.


We decided to fill out another application for Jansport. It had been almost 5 weeks since we had first applied and we still felt like they would hire us even if we had to bug them to do so. We took our applications down on Monday. Part of how that came about was Kirsten applied the week before and was hired within a week.

Yestermorn, I woke up. We sleep in the room below the kitchen and enjoy the sounds of the garbage disposal, little doggy footsteps, telephone conversations and dishes being put away, every day. I could hear that Beth was on the phone and putting dishes away. I could also hear that Stuart and Josh were up there. I heard Beth switch conversations as she answered a call on the other line. It was for Josh. I heard Josh talking and then Beth pick up her conversation again...
Beth hung up and then I heard some frustration. There had been another call come in that was ignored then *69'd. It was indeed Jansport. Stuart tried leaving a message but wasn't hopeful, thinking that was our one chance and we'd muffed it. Last week we left our names with the Jansport secretary and hadn't heard anything so we were just assuming they didn't want us.

Beth left to take Josh to school. She was miffed. Stuart was miffed. I felt fine, as usual. I didn't understand why everyone was mad. Hm.

The phone rings. Stuart answers it, for once. It's Jansport and it's also 10.30am. Melissa (Jansport woman) said she'd just gotten our applications and wondered if we could go and fill out some paperwork - no interview, just paperwork. We head down there and are half an hour early. Fine. We sit and listen to the secretary tell another woman about how she has a crazy daughter and no husband and how she was abused as a child and that her daughter behaves like she was abused but never was... Chuck, the headhoncho comes down and recognises us from last summer and welcomes us. Melissa comes down.We fill out the paperwork and I signed my maiden name. Weird. My maiden name isn't "weird" but it was weird that I signed it... Anyway, Stuart is offered a position as a forklift driver. They were going to train him and pay him more. It sounded good apart from how Stuart is scared of heights and how we only have one car and sometimes the forklift people work shorter/longer days... He was happy to try but then decided not to.

We got the directions to the drug test place. I hate drug tests. It's gross and embarrassing. They don't do that back home.

Stuart was driving and I was meant to be giving directions from the little map. I know this will sound like an excuse but American maps are different than British ones and I just can't get the hang of how you drive along and not into the street name... I just can't! That is actually an excuse because when Stuart would ask for a street name I just picked any and gave it to him. He started getting mad because he cottoned on to what I was doing. He saw me turning the map around and he knew I was looking out the window more than I should have been. Anyway he pulled over - I thought he was reading the sign with the names of all the buildings in the complex. I knew at that point where we were. He took the map, looked quick, grunted and then started driving. I just sat smiling because he'd found where we were meant to be. Little did I know that he was having a nervous breakdown because he had no idea where he was. I pointed and to the building and said "there it is!" He was astonished then confessed he had no idea how we made it there and that he was irked because of my fooling around. I just thought he knew where he was going. I should have known better.

Into the drug place we go. We fill out the paperwork and grab a cup of water. There wasn't many people there so we were excited to get in and out. We hadn't eaten anything yet and were hungry. Stuart turns into a beast when he's hungry.

Stuart got called in first to pee. He came out and was said something like "I almost couldn't fill it up! I got half way and thought I had nothing left!" I mocked him because they really only need a dribble.

I got called in and was ready to go. I sit down on the loo and remember how much I hate trying to pee in a cup. I wished my name was Lawrence and that I was boy at that moment.

I pee and miss the cup. Damn it! Thank goodness for Kegals. I pee again and it goes in the cup and I'm happy. I look at how much pee is in it and then I'm not happy. At that moment there's a knock on the door and a woman says "Ok, Laura, you only have one minute left." Uuuuh. Awkward. I try to pee a little more and nothing. I then place the cup down and start to say a prayer but then there's a knock on the door; "Ok, Laura you have to come out now!" I burst out laughing.


As I emerged from the bathroom, without flushing the toilet and without washing my hands - it's the rules, the woman asked if I was done. I laugh again and she peeks in my cup and tells me it's not enough and I have to throw it away. Dangit! "What now?" I ask her. Now I have 3 hours to complete my test. I'm not allowed to leave the building and if I drink too much water it'll dilute my wee and then I won't get to start work on Thursday... It was all very embarrassing.

I came out the room and looked at Stuart, hungry and ready to go home. I burst out laughing and he's confused. I then explain. I'm sure he thought I was a failure. He might even have been mad at me for not being able to complete such a simple test.
I drink the alotted amount of water in 10 minutes. The whole time Stuart is asking if I have to go yet. I wanted to go but I wasn't sure I'd have enough to give and then I'd fail the test. I decided to stand up and sit down a few times and then I started pressing on my bladder. Stuart started talking about the sea. That was doing the trick but I still wasn't sure if I'd have enough.

An hour and a half later I declare that I'm ready to pee. I get the cup. I sit down and pee for dear life. I had enough! I had *just* enough! Yaaaay!

I came out the bathroom and reminded myself of Rocky when he runs to the top of the steps, except I didn't punch the air, I was holding a cup o pee. I did cheer when I came out though.

The girl took my wee and poured it into a little thing, sealed it and put it in a bag. I recognised that this was not correct. It was incorrect. Scared. I just stand waiting and looking at her. She looks up and says "Oh! Yours is meant to be a rapid urine test!" Oh-oh. She had thrown away the rest of my pee and poured a small amount into the little tube thing. I was hoping that half a prayer I'd said on the toilet earlier would pay off... It did. Just. She had just enough to do the test.

When she told me I was clean I let her know that she could have saved us all a lot of time if she'd just asked to begin with.








What a day. We start work on Thursday.

Thursday, May 3, 2007

If you were a car...

Yesterday when I was out and about with Kirsten she asked me if I was a car which kind would I be... I think I'd be an old VW Campervan, Kirsten agreed. Originally I thought I'd be a pink one just because that's my favorite colour but if I was the car I'd probably be silver and not so attention grabbing. The reason I'd be a campervan and not a regular old RV is because I prefer the beach to any other place and VW campervan's are more surfy than an RV...

Kirsten would be an old Mini Cooper. Zippy, classic, sleek and petite. I think she'd be a red one.




We then got to talking about what kind of car Stuart would be.
Stuart is reliable, not very well organised, kind and always has a good memory to share. You can depend on Stuart to be there if you need help. Stuart would be a brown car. Brown, like a good memory not poopy brown. He would be the car that's sitting outside right now.
We call it Skidmark but to the rest of the world it's known as an 84 Honda Accord.
Kirsten pointed out that he'd be the old brown Honda Accord with
3 or less hubcaps. Never 4. When I told him about our turning him
into this car he disagreed. He fancied himself as a blue Mustang.


The whole thing got me thinking about what Spirit Animal I'd be. It's something I think about often since I first heard about Spirit Animals when I was working at Jansport last summer.
It's fun talking about it and trying to place who'd be what. I love it when someone mentions an animal that someone would be and it's perfect. Like when I said Megan would be a white circus pony with feathers and everything. Vain... haha! Perfect!


Stuart would be an sheepdog. The animal version of the car.
Hardworking, loyal, reliable, kind, noisy. He's also good at causing confusion. He makes a mess but can pull it all together in the end...



Megan thought I'd be a seahorse. I liked that idea a lot. Seahorses are cute and Megan and I are quite similar so the horse idea worked. If a unicorn was real I'd be that... Today I think I'd be a male Narwhal. They're quirky, funny beasts. I hadn't even heard of one until I saw Elf. They look funny and they're rare. No-one really knows that much about them... I wish I were a boy Narwhal.

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

My Big Fat Greek Lunch.

Yesterday Stuart and I went to Target and wandered around for a little while. I picked up some things for my Deseretbook.com/time-out/forum Spring themed Good Mail swap. I was a little saddened that I couldn't find the thing I was looking for but I did find something else...

Then I came home and Kirsten and I went to Kafe Neo which is a Greek restaurant in town that serves super yummy gyro's and Italian soda's... mmmmm...
We shared some Greek Fries (fries topped with feta cheese and severd with a greek yoghurt and cucumber dipping sauce thing.) and chatted for a long time about old times and newer times. I'm glad to have such good friend's.