Wrong side of the cirle bed

Today is one of those days when both sides of the bed are wrong. No matter which side you get out of it will be a bad day. It all started so innocently last night when I got to bed an hour after I had planned, it was still before midnight though. I thought everything was going to be fine since I had gone to bed early enough to still get a good nights sleep. I would have, but there was this freaking bug outside my window that would buzz. It was sooo annoying. I wanted to through a grenade outside my window to get the freaking thing to shut up.

Not enough hours later my alarm goes off. It's shrill beep jolted me out of the slightly disturbing dream I was having. So I stumble around my room half awake, still partially dreaming getting ready for the day. I woke up early because I needed to finish an article for work that I was supposed to do yesterday... yeah it still isn't done, but more on that later. Then I realize my boss doesn't get in until this afternoon, he is volunteering at an event all week. I could have slept in.

I start my coffee, which is totally needed since I drug my sorry ass out of bed before eight a.m.. The coffee permeates my room with it's tantalizing promise... it smelled sooo good. I picked up my sugar jar, that is another story, and shook it, because in summer nothing escapes the wrath of humidity. Nothing! Not even Tupperware. It is that bad here. I had to shake up the sugar so I could get it out of the jar. I hadn't screwed the lid on tight. Sugar went all over my floor... all over. It is still there since I was in a hurry to get to work.

My coffee decided to leap out of my cup and all down my chest too. It was like "abandon ship!" and dripped all over the place. Even more angry. I am awake, I don't need to be, my bare feet are sugar encrusted and my chest is dripping coffee. At this point I should have just said "fuck it" and gone back to sleep. But no. I have to be all responsible and go to work. Grr.

The Evil Alarm Clock of Doom then decided to show me that I was ten minutes late for my already pushed back work arrival time. Then it started raining. Not one of those pestilent sore rains that just sort of oozes out of the sky. No it was one of those the sky has gone bulimic and is hurling its guts out like a fire hydrant about to explode. In about thirty seconds it had gone from sunny to Niagara falls. coincidentally enough I had left my umbrella in my car, not in my room. I had figured that it was unlikely to rain.

I hate it when I am wrong. A dear friend ended up lending me her umbrella so I could go get mine from the car. When I had managed to tromp down the stairs and get out to my car the rain had stopped. I needed to return the borrowed umbrella to my friend so I stumbled back up the stairs. After throwing my stuff together I headed off to work. I was the first one to arrive so I had to have an adventure in my purse to find the key. By the time I had gotten to work I was well past my attempted arrival time.

I was super excited because I could finally get started on that article I needed to finish. But no. The server was down. As in like, the thing that all of my files are saved to is not working. All of my FILES! I couldn't get to them. At this point I was alternating between bursting into tears or screaming flames.

I didn't know what to do. My boss was gone for the morning. No one else was in the office and it looked like no one was going to be in soon. The one day I show up early I can't work. I hate my life.

Phone tag is never a fun thing. I don't even know how many people I ended up calling to get a hold of the people I needed. It took me over half an hour to find someone who could help me.

Finally I think that I can sit down and finish the freaking article. Leaning back into my chair I pick up my coffee and sip. It as cold. In all the time I had been running around trying to figure out how to work my coffee had gotten cold.

It was a very bitter sweet moment. My cooooooffeeeeeeeee! *sniff*

My crazy family

I went home last weekend to see my siblings, who I haven't seen since Christmas. At least we all haven't gotten together since Christmas ... a long, long time ago. It was back when I was in high school still. Not all of my sibs were there. One of them is still in India doing her thing. She should be back next Christmas though.

I ended up sleeping on a little foam pad on a hard wood floor, not comfortable. My sister is staying in my room until the basement gets finished. Not like that really matters because I am going to college out of state. I forgot that during the summer my dad works freaking early in the morning. He would be up everyday before six. That is a time I constitute as evil, unless I am winding down for the night. Mommy also decided it was time to can things. The kitchen was then always steamy and filled with gelatinous mixtures in cans.

Well glass jars. I never understood why it is called caning when the stuff is put in a glass jar. Shouldn't it be called jaring? I am going to coin this term.

She jared apricots and cherries, made apricot jam, blueberry jam, cherry jam, cherry and blueberry jam, blueberry syrup, and cherry syrup. It was a confusing day.

This week was also camp meeting. My parents camper sat up on the mountain all week while we ran around doing necessary things - Shopping! It was great. But camp meeting. It was great. Our camper really enjoyed sitting up there that week without us staying in it. We have a great camper that can watch itself for a week. We did end go up on Saturday to have a family picnic. In the late afternoon, during a meeting, some people around the fire pit decided they wanted pop. Since we didn't have any a guy got up to go grab a cooler. He brought one over. It wasn't his. We didn't know whose it was. His reasoning "It's a church function so it's not stealing." We agreed with his logic.

He got the wrong one. It was filled with water and diet pop. Digging in the bottom produced a few drinkable beverages. He then had to run it back to the camp ground he had borrowed it from since the meeting was getting out.

My sister is going through a divorce and I found out this weekend how they had decided on who got what. The have a huge collection of movies so they divided them up into three piles: his, hers, ones they both want. The took the both pile and divided it by playing rock, paper, scissors. I was flabbergasted. Best. Idea. EVER!

If I ever became a judge working through a messy divorce case I would totally make them do rock, paper, scissors. At least for somethings.

Home safe and mostly sane

If sanity counts as having an intense desire to drive off the road and hit a power line just to relieve the monotony. There is something that I had forgotten I hate. I will give you one guess, here's a hint. It's orange and white and strikes anger in the hearts of all drivers. Yes that's right, it's a traffic cone. Something that is normally precedented by the worst sign in the world: Road work in 2 miles.

I hate those signs! Every time I saw one on the drive home I had to resist the urge to knock all the cones over with my car. Bwahahahahaha! What now traffic workers, eat that! But alas, I cannot actually do that. For one thing I am borrowing my parents car. They wouldn't appreciate me denting the bumper.

This was my first time driving on a long road trip, it was also my first time driving by myself. I am awesome! Not really, but it makes me feel better. I didn't even accidentally hit any traffic cones. It had to be one of the most boring trips I have ever been through. Although I think it would have been more boring if someone else was driving, because the scenery is boring. Hills for as far as the eye can see. Brown hills. Kinda like someone just dumped a bunch of shit on the ground and I had to drive through it.

To fend of involuntary suicide (Driving off the road and hitting a power line) I blasted techno music. Well at first it was just any music, but then for the last two hours I was keeping myself awake by raving to techno. It was great. Except I only had a few techno songs to listen to (mostly Cascada) and it was so loud I ended up giving myself a headache. I also couldn't hear my phone when my mommy called to see where I was. My phone ringer was set to the loudest volume, which is pretty freaking loud.

Now that I am deaf and pissed at all the construction that is happening I am going to get some seriously needed shut eye.

why I hate summer

I think humidity was invented by the devil. He goes to certain areas and starts a hell fire roasting right under the city to make it humid. He then reaps lots of benefits as people commit illegal acts.

Summer also makes me feel like I am in a hamster wheel. I feel like I keep doing the same things over and over and not getting anywhere in life. I don't know why I am doing it, I just know I need to. Because running in one place is important for the balance of the universe. Why else to people willingly go to the gym and work out. It's cuz they drew the bad lot and are working out so that everybody can be lazy.

Something astounding happened last night. It was sooo humid it set of a fire alarm. Not joking. I was getting all cozy in my bed when this high pitched sound pierced the silence. Stupid smoke detector was a freaking shrieking disc of death. It was terrible.

The Noise! I wanted to go and buy a sledge hammer so I could beat it until it could never make a sound again. Like I said earlier the only thing the girl had done was turn off her ac unit making the room hot and stuff. and Kabooom. The freaking thing went off. Stupid erratic smoke detectors that make my life difficult.