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Yabba dabba do my ass
Hmph
Yo. Today was...ok, I suppose. Woke up around 9:45ish. I had a strange coughing-fit during the night and my throat was killing me, so I made myself some cappuccino. Mom had to go somewhere to do something...I think she had Mrs. T check over the check book. So I was left home with little Fred.
Fred is a black miniature poodle. He’s Aunt Batty’s dog, but they were going to Tennessee, and they couldn’t take him with them. So, we dog-sit for them. Anyway, Fred is cute though. Let’s see if I can find a picture of him...ah here we go...
Fred is the little ball of fluff that’s laying against my dad’s side. Oh, that’s my dad in the pic, btw.
Here's another good shot of little Fred.
Anyway...hm...I lost my train of thought...But I was here with Fred, so I surfed around on the internet. Then, when Mom called and said she’d be coming in, I took Fred out for a walk. It was...probably around 12ish, and I hadn’t even eaten breakfast. So, When I was walking Fred, I checked the mail and got a TV dinner out of the shed. Fred was a bit freaked out by the shed...too many things I suppose.
After eating and a bit of waiting, the lady from the Small Engine place called and asked if I could meet with her around 4.
While we waited, I wrote stuff. Then I finally got dressed and put on make up (which I hate), and we got ready and went to town. We stopped by the car wash, and let the sucker wash my car. I don’t know why Mom bothers with the thing. Since our road is all dusty and white, it doesn’t matter how much we wash it, it’ll still look terrible a few days (hours) later. But we did anyway. I dropped Mom off at the mall...she has this thing about how she doesn’t want me to go to interviews with her. Something about how people would judge me if I had her with me. I don’t care in the least, and if someone’s gonna judge me by who I have waiting on me in the car, as opposed to my actual credentials...then it’s their loss.
But I’m ranting. So, I did the interview thing. It sucked big time. The lady who came to interview me didn’t have any real questions for me so we basically just sat around and tried to think of stuff to say to each other for the entire 30 minutes of it. Also, from what she’s telling me, I won’t have an office like Mr. Neil told me, but I’ll have to work with the guys on the floor. Of course this means I’ll be sitting on a stool, looking up parts on the internet, working their data base, and waiting on customers, but it’s just not what I or my parents were told in the beginning, so it’s kinda disappointing. But, I’ve already given Hancock’s the 2 week notice, so I figured I might as well try this one. Nothing bad can come from trying right? The worse that will happen is I’ll hate it. But I was looking for a job when I found this one. God I can’t wait till we move.
Oh, and has anyone noticed that little storm we’ve got that’s currently bitch-slapping Honduras, the Grand Cayman islands, and Cuba? I hate to quote Fred Flintstone, but...
WILMA!!!!
*clears throat* yeah. She’s already a cat. 5 hurricane, and they’re expecting her to hit Florida...Poor Florida. I’m so sick of all these super hurricanes we’re getting. Do you guys realize that if another one comes, we’ll be seeing Hurricane Alpha...Ok, if ever we get to a Hurricane Omega it’s time to leave LA for good. Quickly.
Anyway. Moving away to other thoughts. Mom and I then met up at the mall, and walked half a lap. We stopped in at Cucco’s and had some Macho Nachos. Then we headed to Wal-Mart. Mom’s feet get really tough, and she sometimes gets Dad to scrub all the hard skin off her feet. So she figured instead of having Dad do it when he comes in only for him to leave Saturday, why not go to Wal-Mart and get a pedicure. So she got a pedicure while I looked around. I found a bunch of things I wanted in the electronics section (not computers this time). I found these cool shelves that are only like, 3 feet high, and they have doors that close and everything and they’re for storing ‘media’. Meaning CDs, DVDs, and VHS. But I’ve vowed to get rid of all my VHS and replace them with DVDs, so I would use these as DVD cabinets. But the great thing is you can stack them on top of one another. So, I could get like 4 and have 2 shelf sets. I also found some CD cases (for all my Data CDs), and some DVD-RW’s.
When Mom was finally done we headed back to the mall to watch War of the Worlds at 7:10…you know...I don’t know exactly what I was expecting...but this one didn’t do anything for me.
For one thing, I’m still uncertain as to how the alien’s shields fell. Was it because Tom’s character threw those grenades into that one ship when he nearly got sucked into it? And if so, does that means these aliens were stupid enough to have a ‘house of cards’ system on their ships, so that if one fell, all the others fell? And what did Morgan Freeman mean at the end when he said “The Minute the aliens breathed our air, drank our water, and ate our food, they were doomed” ? I think he’s implying that the aliens were killed not just because their shields were defective, but because micro-organisms on Earth infected them, and made them sick because they weren’t used to them.. And how the hell did Robbie survive? I just don’t tend to enjoy movies that leave me with more questions than answers.
*shakes head* Oh well. Now we are home, still shaking our heads and thinking how stupid that movie was. I know Mom hated it, but I warned her it was War of the Worlds and she still wanted to see it. When we sat down, I said, “You do know what this is about right?” and she said, “No...” and I’m all like O.O wtf?
Anyway. We’re home, Fred’s been walked, we’ve eaten...I shall go shower, and I hope to sleep late tomorrow.
Goodnight!
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