Friday
Nov182005
Flitter Flutter
Friday, November 18, 2005 at 10:02PM
I actually had this big long post written in my head about what I was thinking after my massage yesterday but considering I got 4 hours of sleep, was at base stores at 7:45 am picking up green things all morning, then buying boot bands and boot polish, dropping off the proof that I got a new driver's licence (you should have SEEN the look the woman got when she said "this says you had to be here by the 17th", I'm suprised - and disappointed - that she didn't have an aneurysm right there), tried to jam all that stuff in the 'house', threw on combat boots that'd been full of hot water for an hour (squish squish) and came to work.
Where I have 45 minutes till I'm off so I can get gas, get home about 11:45 pm, find clothes to wear tomorrow, pack a lunch, pry my feet out of these wet boots, go to sleep, get up at 6:30 am so I can figure out which of the 200 pieces of green clothing go together so I can be properly dressed and be at the unit by 8 am for a full day to 2 pm, at which time I have to forcefully leave and get to work at 2:30 for a full shift.
I'm not complaining, mind, I'm just trying to be 'splaining why you are getting such a pathetic post.
Not to mention that I sized my boots for the "BIG" foot and now the "LITTLE" foot is so sliding around in there and I think that is very very bad news. I think I may have to go in on Monday and beg for the smaller size that I turned my nose up at this morning, opting instead to stretch one out.
And don't even get me started on my great big head and that damn beret.
We, at work, are all a little googly tonight. And very unoriginal....
"Hi darlin', what you got?"
"There's a chest in the hall."
"Oh my god! Does that mean there's a foot in the bathroom?"
badda-bing
Although, right now this very moment, I can hear the man from the ER who just had a stroke giggling with the xray techs - and that is a happy sound in the midst of an unhappy event.
And I, ladies and gentlemen, have (among other things) five pairs of the CUTEST green boxer shorts EVER. I just love boys clothes.
tee hee
I'm alive, I can feel the blood rushin' thru my veins
Where I have 45 minutes till I'm off so I can get gas, get home about 11:45 pm, find clothes to wear tomorrow, pack a lunch, pry my feet out of these wet boots, go to sleep, get up at 6:30 am so I can figure out which of the 200 pieces of green clothing go together so I can be properly dressed and be at the unit by 8 am for a full day to 2 pm, at which time I have to forcefully leave and get to work at 2:30 for a full shift.
I'm not complaining, mind, I'm just trying to be 'splaining why you are getting such a pathetic post.
Not to mention that I sized my boots for the "BIG" foot and now the "LITTLE" foot is so sliding around in there and I think that is very very bad news. I think I may have to go in on Monday and beg for the smaller size that I turned my nose up at this morning, opting instead to stretch one out.
And don't even get me started on my great big head and that damn beret.
We, at work, are all a little googly tonight. And very unoriginal....
"Hi darlin', what you got?"
"There's a chest in the hall."
"Oh my god! Does that mean there's a foot in the bathroom?"
badda-bing
Although, right now this very moment, I can hear the man from the ER who just had a stroke giggling with the xray techs - and that is a happy sound in the midst of an unhappy event.
And I, ladies and gentlemen, have (among other things) five pairs of the CUTEST green boxer shorts EVER. I just love boys clothes.
tee hee
I'm alive, I can feel the blood rushin' thru my veins
and that's all I need to know, cuz I'm not lookin' for a change
cuz I've got friends and enemies, but it just don't bother me,
cuz as long as I believe, I can breathe
in Miscellanea
Miscellanea 
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