I wonder why the previous post has all that space.. Does it show up on anyone else's viewing? Hrm..
So.. I guess it's been forever since I updated. =o( So neglected..
Still working on this one particular project.. wanting to get out to another area within the company. About a month ago, there was excitement that I could get into a position to learn to be a data center technician.. and that would be freakin' awesome. But it seems to have quieted down. Jason is a bit busy lately, and I'm not going to add to his stress at work. It'll happen if it's supposed to, I guess. =o) Which.. I hope it does!
Badger is getting bigger. He's shed since those last pictures.. But we don't really have any new ones of him. A few of him on the temperature gauge poking at the top screen, but no more. I should take the camera out more often.
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Picasa is what I use for putting the photos up.
Google kicks ass. You all should check out the new features.. Oh, by the by.. I don't think that Hello works on Macs.. so I have to figure out how I'm going to log in to it.. Might just hook up the other computer again..
Ahhmmm.. So, the other weekend (~2 weekends ago?) was total hell.
Friday, I got into a fight with one of the stupid leads, and it was his last day. The fight, was over *candy bars.* What a tool. So then.. either friday night or saturday day.. Jason and I got into a fight. That sucked. Then saturday night we went up to the City with Nik, had some dinner, and went to see some techno (w00t w00t). We leave the club ~2am.. just in time to find some guy getting out of the back of the car. =o(
He pulled the stereo out, gaffled the cds from the back seat, broke the dashboard getting the stereo out, and broke the glove box. He dropped the stereo as he was running.. Nik and Jason ran after him. Nik saw him get into a get-a-way vehicle. We felt violated while driving home. When we got home.. I realized my purse was in the back of the car.. and it was there no longer. =o( Luckily I had my wallet, keys and cell with me in the club.. so he didn't get that stuff. But my driver's permit and not to mention ALL OF MY STUFF was totally taken. I cried for a little while. I've never had anything stolen before. Talk about useless grief. There's nothing you can do about it.
And the weekend doesn't stop there, oh no!
So, sunday. Because it was Jason's mom's (Ronnie) birthday on the 7th, she wanted to go to Santa Cruz for the weekend. Ronnie and Dave (Jason's dad) wanted us to meet them there sunday afternoon for some lunch. So.. we wake up ~9:30am-ish (after finally going to sleep around 5am) to call Jason's sister, Carrie. She's supposed to pick us up. She says she'll get James and be at our house at 11am. She, being the lagger that she is.. didn't get to the house until about noon. Ronnie called us and told us that it's warm, wear shorts..
So, we're driving up the hill on 17, and Carrie makes a phone call (after doing her makeup. Can you believe that she still wasn't ready when they finally got to the house?). Carrie is calling Uncle Doug.. who is with Tabitha, her husband, Scott, Marty and ahh.. I always forget someone's name. Jason and I can't believe that they are all coming too.. Wtf. We thought it would be some lunch with Ronnie, Dave, Carrie and James.. hanging out in Santa Cruz, then some dinner, and coming home. Noooo.. No one told us Tabitha and the rest were coming. I doubt we would have gone if we knew.
Tabitha and Scott have an interesting relationship.. They got married, I can't remember, not that long ago. Then, a few months ago, Tabitha was found at Ronnie and Dave's, drunk, talking about divorce. You see, Scott is an alcoholic. And from what I gather, they fought all the time before getting married. But this sunday, they were on the other end of the spectrum. Tabitha could be heard saying, "I just can't keep my hands off of you! We're like newlyweds still!"
Marty and his wife are alright. A bit weird. But.. whatever. Uncle Doug is fine too. What a motley crew..
So, we meet up with them. It's almost 2pm. And Jason and I haven't eaten. I'm totally crabby because it's hot and I'm really sick to my stomach from not eating. We drive to the end of this pier, where there is parking and lots of restaurants/shops. We go to the Dolphin Diner or whatever. This is the most expensive sick-inducing meal ever. I got a salmon plate, and the salmon smelled like fish. Salmon is not supposed to smell like fish. And it was cooked. Jason's calamari was on the greasy side, but I guess you can't expect much more. It was hella expensive. Like $50 for the both of us. Ridiculous. So.. I'm feeling sick still.
We see that there is ice cream cones a store down, so we go over there after lunch to get one. We get a chocolate dipped vanilla cone. Now.. I don't usually get one of these, because I have no idea how one is supposed to eat it without getting it all over themselves. As I'm waiting forever at the counter, I read a sign that went something like "Answers $1, Answers with thought - extra, But strange looks are still free." I said something like "So those are the services that you get here, eh?" And the woman there heard me.. but I think she only heard the "service" part, because she said "I'll be right with you." I kinda felt bad. Because I wasn't commenting on the lack of service they had. They were obviously busy with the people who couldn't read the sign "This is the pick up window, order at the one around the corner." But they helped them none the less.. She finally takes my order, and I got around the corner to sit and wait. The cone comes.. and it's a sloppy ass mess. She tells me the chocolate dip is up too high.. so it's melting the ice cream and the chocolate hasn't solidfied yet. Thanks. I'm not sure how to eat it. Jason says just bite it. I don't bite ice cream, so I poke at the chocolate to break it and kinda lick it off. This does nothing but drip chocolate and ice cream on my shirt. >.< It continues melting down our hands.. so Jason goes to wash his hands, and I knock the ice cream off of the top of the cone, so there is just the soft serve in the cone, and give it to him when he comes back. He likes the cones. I went and washed my hands.
James wanted the same thing.. only the girl gave him a bowl and spoon.. because the chocolate dip was too hot and was melting everything. He says he winked at her, that's why he got the special attention. =o)
The party moves on.. Jason buys me a
unicorn lollipop and I feel a little better because now I have a weapon. Nevermind that I wouldn't actually use it. But I have a weapon so it's comforting.
We travel to the hotel to meet up with Dave and Ronnie. James, Jason and I ditch everyone to go to the arcade in the Boardwalk. We walk there (because the hotel is close) and see Ronnie and Dave at the entrance. They beat us because they drove. And they ditched Carrie, who was taking forever, still. Heh.
I watched Jason play a few games.. then we played some pinball together. Then I found
Galaxian and some other game that I totally can't remember the name of right now.. It's that game where you have a little ball that bounces off the tile you move left to right, and the ball is supposed to hit the tiles at the top.. I suck at it, but it's cool.
So.. there were video games.. Then we went back to the hotel around 7pm. Waited for a half hour, then went on a drive to find this place that Dave saw a few times the previous night. We couldn't find it, so Marty said he knew of a place that was like Carrows. We drive all the way to Capitola to get to Tiny's. Tiny's was a huge ass diner, with hardly any customers.
The food was alright. Lots of greasy.
Then we finally got home. Like around 10 or 11. And this was a sunday night. I believe it was the weekend from somewhere near the most unhappy place ever. But ah, well.
