It started off on Wednesday after work. I went home and skipped bingo for the week. While at home, I got the urge for a Tommy Burger. I got in my car and preceeded to drive over. While on the way, at the intersection of Burbank and Laurel Canyon, I saw some bitch in a white minivan plow right into a homeless guy crossing the road. His shopping cart of all his stuff went flying and he flew up in the air with it. He smacked the mavement hard and wasn't moving. Blood ran from his head.
I immediately put my car in park and dialed 911. Busy. I dialed again, busy. Cursing at verizon wireless, I dialed yet again. Still busy. I put my car in drive and drove very slowly around the guy on the ground so I could park my car and try to help (Yes, no one bothered to help the guy). While trying to drive carefully around him, people started honking at me and yelling at me to move out of the way so they can continue with their mundane lives. This one asshole in one of those huge SUVs, actually had half of his car on the sidewalk trying to pass me. What the fuck? Sometimes I swear I come from another planet...
I gave a statement to police because I figured the guy was homeless and no one would care about him. They put the guy in an ambulance. There wasn't a sheet over him so I guess he was still alive.
Thursday came around and I went to the Universal Hilton with Walter and Morticia. Walter made the plans and he did a great job! It was a Thanksgiving buffet and they had every type of food you can imagine! Even the dessert tables *swoon* MMmm, chocolate waterfalls. We ate and ate and ate. Its so nice to eat like a pig on Thanksgiving and not have to clean up afterwards.
After dinner, I came home and the Christmas spirit hit me big time. But since it was still Thanksgiving Day, I kept the Christmas music off and the decorations in the closet.
Friday was officially the start of the Christmas season! I woke up, put on the Christmas music and after waking up, I began to decorate my place. All of my decorations went up except for my garland. (And only because I need help with it...need to have all the loops on the walls even).
Doodle began to have one of her episodes. She got all scared again and wouldn't come out from behind the toilet most of the day and night. When she did, it was to make a b-line for my lap or the bed where she curled up to me.
Thinking that I may have released bitchy ghosts of Christmas past, I burnt some sage. I don't think it worked...
Walter, Lou, David and Billy came over to help but 2 strands of my prelit garland were burnt out and broken (the wires seem to have melted together causing a short). So I went to target with Lous to see if I could get more. No luck. So we all ended up ordering pizza and watching the movie Gypsy 83.
Saturday, I drove all around looking for garland. I couldn't find any at all. So, I decided to use my noodle and calculate the length and size of my loops. If I make them longer and have the loops hang down 6 inches instead of 12, I should be able to make it around the room.
I didn't want to leave Doodle, so I stayed with her all day and night. I also watched Star Wars episodes 1 and 2.
Sunday came around and Doodle was still all freaked out. The Doctors said that if she continues to do so, they can perform catscans MRIs etc. Sigh. Poor little girl.
I managed to watch Star Wars episodes 3 and 4 while waiting for David to call to help me with my garland. He never called so I called him at 5:30 and left a message. An hour later he called and said he didn;t feel liek coming over. Sigh. I hate depending on other people for anything.
So now it is Monday morning and I am at work. Doodle seems to be doing a little better. She was walking around the bathroom (still afraid to leave it) but she was out from behind the toilet and playing with a toy I littered with catnip. If she isn't totally recovered by Wednesday, I will take her to the animal hospital.
I'm grumpy this morning.
My makeshift Christmas list made up while drinking a cup of coffe that tastes like ass:
- Peace on Earth (and if that doesn't happen, then may a huge asteroid hit the planet and kill us all).
- A boyfriend that isn't a total retard.
- Our president arrested and tried as a war criminal.
- 10 million dollars.
- A cute blond pool boy named Kevin.
4 comments:
ugh.
It's afternoon here and I feel like it should be in midnight. I went back to work on Wednesday and I'm already cynical and miserable with this place. I already have to give up my Fridays off and have hubby rearrange schedule so he can work a different day and I have people giving me work to do because they think I have nothing else to do even though I got my old project back and am on a proposal for a huge other program with 5 protocols. I'll have 6 times the work of something that was already 1.2 FTES without the extra 5. Oh but since I just got back, I must have nothing to do so here, DO THIS.
Meanwhile, I miss by baby girl terribly.
I'll bet you miss her! She is soooo cute. Hangin' with her would beat any kind of work anyday!
boy oh boy what a list! You can't be happy with just a non-retarded boyfriend, you need a pool boy as well? lol maybe he will like Agador Spartacus from the bird cage...lol be careful what you wish for!
That homeless guy, that was horrible! Even people here would have stopped, if only just to look!!
haha Well, given my track record, I figured the non-retarded selfish boyfriend is nearly impossible, so I'd settle for the pool boy. :)
26 days till Christmas, Time is running out for your friend's psychic powers, sister o' mine!
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