back in the saddle again

I did a survey today at the building that just about broke me. When I first started working for my job, I went out and did a survey on a building. I was way undertrained and made lots of mistakes. I was ready to quit and I think they were ready to fire me. It sucked.

Two and a half years later, I had to get back on the proverbial horse and re-survey the building. I've been dreading going back into that building for the past 4 months. But it's done. And it went okay. And I don't think I did that bad a job the first time for the experience I had - it was a very difficult survey. I have never popped so many ceiling tiles in a day in my life. My arms were having trouble replacing them by the end. I sort of wish I could have had a camera taping me because it likely would have been hilarious.

Anyway, tomorrow I get to go up in my first scissor lift. They dropped it off tody, does it ever look funny sitting in a fancy business building.

water meter fun

The city phoned and wanted to know when they could come over and switch out our water meter. The water meter is in the basement. My sister has a kitty named Walter. My sister lives in my basement.

Setting complete.

A few days ago I took an early lunch to come home and meet a water meter guy at my house as had been prearranged. I introduced myself and opened the house. He, armed with his water meter stuff, followed me down to my sister's suite. As I opened the door I, in a singsong voice, started calling "Waaalter. Here Walter." I was going to leave water meter guy to do his thing while I ate lunch so, thinking maybe I should find out his name before leaving him alone in my basement, I turned and asked his name. He kind of smirked and said, "Actually, it's Walter." I thought he was joking. "Usually people call me Wally," he added.

Can you imagine what this poor man must have thought when I opened the door and started singing, "Waalter. Waalter. Come here Walter." Right.

But at least now I have a thingy set up so they can read the meter from outside which = no more water meter Walters in my house. Just kitty.

I have a hobby

I always hate the sections of applications and surveys and conversations where it says

hobbies:

I never have anything to write. I've never really had a hobby per se. There are lots of things that I like to do, but they have always fallen under a different category like extracurricular activities, clubs or volunteer work. But finally, I have a hobby. There is no other heading which it could really fall under.

My new hobby is wall climbing. I've been going at least once a week for the last 6 weeks. I'm five climbs away from my self set goal that will allow me to purchase my own shoes. Another fifteen and I'll buy a harness. It might be awile before I get into ropes and stuff. But I'm so excited to have a hobby. The only problem now is keeping my different friends interested enough so that they keep going with me.

Today I did 2 new walls that I haven't attempted thus far. It felt great. I love having a hobby.

muy caliente you bed of sun, you

Ah Mexico, so soon I can almost feel a sunburn on my nose. Oh wait, maybe that's from the tanning bed (I'm trying to get a base tan so as to avoid the lobster look in the wedding photos. The lobster look is so last year). Anyway, I decided to get a Hepatitis A/B shot before I left. Which meant I needed a doctor's appointment. Which meant I needed a doctor. I've never really had a family doctor. When I was young we used whichever doctor lived in my small town but it changed throughout my life. So this week I found myself a doctor accepting patients. I made the appointment and met her today. She's about a year older than me. A medical doctor. My new medical doctor. My age. Crazy. Anyway, now I'm told I may feel flu-ish for a couple days so I figured I'd post before that hit so I don't wine about it.

Hah, whom I kidding. I'll totally wine about it.

First thoughts of Christmas!

Christmas list in the works:
My roomate is leaving me probably. I sad. So now I need a few things. So I decided to add them to my already started Christmas list.

- Cordless phone with caller display
- Lazer thingy that my dad and grandpa have to help me park my car as far back as possible without getting it squished by the garage door
- Digital camera
- Adapter thingy for my iPod so I can plug it into the special spot in my car that is made for such things. I love my new car.
- Charger thing for my iPod so I don't have to take my laptop on long trips
- Knee length terry cloth robe
- Lots of socks
- Yoga mat
- Stainless steel garbage can with a foot press opener
- Lint remover
- Wavy flatware set from Peir 1
- And I can't forget a hippopotomus

Goodnight

what Shannon said to Ky that didn't quite come out right

"Next time, feel free to tell me 'Hey, that's not my weiner.'"

My guest star appearance on Melrose Place

I am going to Mexico in less than 2 weeks. I was ridiculously excited about it. When I paid my deposit and planned to go, it was supposed to be a fun relaxing time with the bride, groom and their parents plus one other girl my ageish. Sounded awesome. Practically a girls' trip. I was planning to take a tennis lesson everyday, figure out what a catamaran is (they are included in the all-inclusive-ness after all), get my hair done at the fancy salon, play some beach volleyball, fall in love with a cute resort worker and maybe even go out dancing one night with the bride-to-be and the other girl. Not that I still can't do all of those things, but within the past week I found out that an old friend of the bride's decided to come along which is cool - but definately changes the boy to girl ratio. Then I found out that the bride's brother, whom I used to sort of be seeing, decided to come along last minute. Certainly understandable and also cool - I was really excited even to hear it; he's her brother for goodness sake. Then this morning I found out that my most recent ex-boyfriend is trying to make the trip as well. Just great. I've always wanted to go on a beautiful romantic holiday with basically what amounts to 2 ex boyfriends. Can't wait. The thing is, I totally adore both of these guys and want them to still be in my life. But why couldn't it be somewhere not on my very much anticipated vacation? This is seriously going to damper my ability to fall in love with my tennis instructor.