I am relieved to finally feel like another productive member of society. I did the math last night and figured out that between today and the last day of the month, I am scheduled to work 91.5 hours. This may seem like a lot of hours in a short span of time, but we must remember that I have been out of work for a year. With less than $50 to my name right now, this number is music to my ears. That being said, I can't thank my family and friends enough for being as supportive and understanding as you all are of my decision to become a social hermit for the 8th? summer in a row. I am thankful of the job security that I will always have through working for the city (although I am hopeful that I will never again find it necessary to do so).
Speaking of being thankful for the city and job security.... Bay Beach is still hiring people! If any of my readers need or know someone who needs some extra cash, don't hesitate to talk to me about it. The job is secure and flexible. Let me just say to my unemployed readers, I have an 11 year old sister who has told me numerous times that she wishes she could also become a productive member of society this summer and find a job. Ok, she didn't exactly put it in those words. Either way, the only reason she is not yet doing it is because of child labor laws and the ill trust of an 11 year old as a sitter.
Side note: I keep bumping into the mouse wheel in the center of my keyboard. It is right between the letters g, h, and b. It is driving me nuts and I can't figure out how to fix it. I would like to find out what the designer of this lap top was thinking when they decided that this would be a good idea.
I have taken a slight break in my push ups goal. I have found it more difficult each day to take off a top without getting my arm stuck in a sleeve in the process. I am contemplating weather or not the benefits of being strong and reaching a goal over ride the difficulties of stripping and the temptation to shop.
I don't remember if I wrote about this in my last blog, but my TMJ dr. called me a weenier at my last appointment. Meaning I am getting weened off of my mouth splint. He recommends I wear it in two hour intervals a couple times a day and to wear it over night. The first day I attempted this, I woke up with a migraine the next morning. I have begun to notice minute headaches after a bumpy bike ride. I have a hard time believing that this is at all a coincidence or in my head. Well it's in my head hahaha but you know what I mean. I would actually prefer to wear it if this would continue to be the case. I'll talk to my dr. in two weeks about this during my next appointment. It appears to me that currently I am a defective wiener.
On that note, I'll conclude my post. I hope to make more frequent appearances on Quigsawpuzzle, but lately I have been easily distracted by summer happenings.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Spring is here. Mothers day is near.
It has been nearly a month since I updated my blog. This is because my 5 year old lap top (that has had no volume for the past year) finally bit the dust. I finally got my new lap top today. It came with some pretty awesome program packages. I have yet to mess around with all of them, but I believe that one program in particular would be a perfect for my cousin. I don’t know if any of you have heard of it. I had never heard of it until now. It is called Cook’n for PC. Here is a link http://www.dvo.com/gcookn.html?CID=B_software If I hadn’t have received it for free, I would probably never consider owning such a program. Since I do, I am going to let my obsessive compulsive habits go to work. Anyway, cousin (you know who you are), let me know if you are interested in using it. I’ll be happy to let you do so.
As most of you know; mothers day is coming up. For those of you who didn’t know; you’re welcome. What has my mom received for this special occasion? Her second ear infection in a month. She is also nearly finished with her physical therapy because of her frozen shoulder. I don’t even know what to get for the poor lady this year. Typically mothers like to receive I would spend money on her, but she would much rather me save up to get the hell out of her house. Maybe I’ll kill a tree and give her a card. I never give out cards. She also asked me if I could find a ride home from work on Sunday. I told her that I gladly would walk or bike home. She said that she wouldn’t let me do that. This is EXACTLY why I need to move out. Ok anyway.... new subject.
Since I work this weekend, I decided to celebrate mothers day with my grandma tonight instead. I brought all of the pictures that I have had nicely organized in my room. We spent nearly 3 hours going through them. We got through most of them. Yes, that’s right, MOST of them! The funniest part about tonight was that there was an exact replica of an old black and white picture of two young men. Grandma described them both to me in completely different ways. I clearly share my great memory skills with her. I intend to put these pictures in a scrap book now that I finally know who all of these people are. The descriptions might not always match the pictures, but at least I tried. I am apologizing in advance to any future little Quigley’s out there who might look at the scrap book and think the creator was on crack. My future grand children (if I ever have any) will probably be using time machines, wearing gas masks, or wiped out by some sort of infestations anyway. I might as well apologize for that too while I’m at it.
I worked my first weekend at Bay Beach last week. My dermatologist told me that my medication was going to make me more sensitive to the sun and to stay in the shade. Did I listen to him? No. I got wind burn at the top of the slide on Saturday, then I worked in the sunniest spot of the park on Sunday. I still won’t complain. I’ll take sun burn over the cold any day. It certainly looked odd and hurt like a bitch for a couple of days though. I know he was not the only one, but I overheard one customer whisper "she looks fried". Another customer told me that I was the most enthusiastic employee that he had seen at the park all day. I found that hard to believe, considering it was nearly impossible to move a muscle above my cheeks without tearing up. I found it even harder to believe after I woke up Monday morning with my face stuck to my pillow where 2 blisters had erupted over night. Don’t worry folks; I changed the pillow case! Let that be a lesson to the rest of my readers. When a professional tells you that your medication will make you more sensitive to the sun, take that advice seriously.
About a month ago, I set a new goal for myself. I honestly don’t remember what compelled me to do this. My goal is to master a set of 100 push ups. When I started out, I could only do 6 push ups. Now, I can do a full set of 20 push ups. Monday night, I did 110 push ups all together within a half hours time. I can’t even explain how great this feels. Once I hit my goal, someone better convince me to stop. I don’t want to look like a disproportionate Popeye.
As most of you know; mothers day is coming up. For those of you who didn’t know; you’re welcome. What has my mom received for this special occasion? Her second ear infection in a month. She is also nearly finished with her physical therapy because of her frozen shoulder. I don’t even know what to get for the poor lady this year. Typically mothers like to receive I would spend money on her, but she would much rather me save up to get the hell out of her house. Maybe I’ll kill a tree and give her a card. I never give out cards. She also asked me if I could find a ride home from work on Sunday. I told her that I gladly would walk or bike home. She said that she wouldn’t let me do that. This is EXACTLY why I need to move out. Ok anyway.... new subject.
Since I work this weekend, I decided to celebrate mothers day with my grandma tonight instead. I brought all of the pictures that I have had nicely organized in my room. We spent nearly 3 hours going through them. We got through most of them. Yes, that’s right, MOST of them! The funniest part about tonight was that there was an exact replica of an old black and white picture of two young men. Grandma described them both to me in completely different ways. I clearly share my great memory skills with her. I intend to put these pictures in a scrap book now that I finally know who all of these people are. The descriptions might not always match the pictures, but at least I tried. I am apologizing in advance to any future little Quigley’s out there who might look at the scrap book and think the creator was on crack. My future grand children (if I ever have any) will probably be using time machines, wearing gas masks, or wiped out by some sort of infestations anyway. I might as well apologize for that too while I’m at it.
I worked my first weekend at Bay Beach last week. My dermatologist told me that my medication was going to make me more sensitive to the sun and to stay in the shade. Did I listen to him? No. I got wind burn at the top of the slide on Saturday, then I worked in the sunniest spot of the park on Sunday. I still won’t complain. I’ll take sun burn over the cold any day. It certainly looked odd and hurt like a bitch for a couple of days though. I know he was not the only one, but I overheard one customer whisper "she looks fried". Another customer told me that I was the most enthusiastic employee that he had seen at the park all day. I found that hard to believe, considering it was nearly impossible to move a muscle above my cheeks without tearing up. I found it even harder to believe after I woke up Monday morning with my face stuck to my pillow where 2 blisters had erupted over night. Don’t worry folks; I changed the pillow case! Let that be a lesson to the rest of my readers. When a professional tells you that your medication will make you more sensitive to the sun, take that advice seriously.
About a month ago, I set a new goal for myself. I honestly don’t remember what compelled me to do this. My goal is to master a set of 100 push ups. When I started out, I could only do 6 push ups. Now, I can do a full set of 20 push ups. Monday night, I did 110 push ups all together within a half hours time. I can’t even explain how great this feels. Once I hit my goal, someone better convince me to stop. I don’t want to look like a disproportionate Popeye.
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