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Sunday, April 16

 

Finished my taxes this weekend, online. Sure I waited until the last minute but it cost less than half of what I paid a CPA to process last year in Minneapolis and it only took me about 30 minutes from start to finish.

Also this weekend, Friday I went out with my friend Theresa on a marathon "let's-go-out-all-day-and-see-what-trouble-we-can-get-into" kinda day. It was fun. We also accomplished several important tasks: thrifting, Thai food eating, and buying of the running shoe for Theresa. YES!!

I broke down and bought a WOW guide. I shall not explain further, only to say that Fagatron shall be a level 11 soon enough.

OH and my new computer should be here on Monday. Sweet!

Bored, tired, fell asleep watching King Kong last night, not because it was dull, that's quite the contrary. It was the fact that I was up at 630am that morning and the one Guinness I had put me over the edge. So, bedtime it was.

Now if I could just get out of the Undercity where I was able to build xp collecting discolored worg hearts from murdering those beasts, I'd be in business. Alas, old computer lacks the memory for Fagatron's lively play. Soon, oh yes, soon...

Happy Easter or something. The orange egg on the right actually reads "Hail Satan" but it's difficult to read. I decided that would be a better Easter blog lead-in picture than the one that boldly claimed "Fuck God".

Lynnette 7:52 AM

Tuesday, April 11

 

F(l)ag Football Fuckers!!!

I am exhausted today. Last night was my first coed flag football game with the league I joined at work. Aside from the gash on my finger which gushed blood well into the second half, I had a great time. Met some new people, got some exercise, and realized that I am still quite an athlete. One of my male coworkers/teammates couldn't believe I could sprint as fast as he could. Well it just goes to show you, don't judge a girl by the book cover... that was lost somewhere...

Time to wake up and greet the world. Hey world, what's up?

Lynnette 5:11 AM

Friday, April 7

 

Haikus for a Dead Lizard, and a couple more...

Haiku for Kane
Had to clean it up,
The lizard whose guts you spilled.
Neat. Dead lizard guts.

Haiku for Steve
You were scared of it.
Even after it was dead.
Well, you could see guts...

Haiku for myself
Picked up the lizard.
Realized it was dead. Dropped it.
Made Steve pick it up.

Haiku Steve wrote for me, entitled "Ode to the Wife-Beater"
Hey smart ass woman.
I will punch you in your mouth,
if you don't watch it.

Haiku for my flag football team
Only 3rd floor gal
You asked to be on your team, sweet!
I'm in with the jocks!

Lynnette 8:27 PM

Thursday, April 6

 

You never know that you've passed out until you're coming to...

So this morning I woke up before the alarm clock, mostly because my stomach was rumbling. I figured a trip to the john would take care of the nasty bubbling up. Wrong.

I was halfway there when I had to moan-yell my boyfriend's name; he came running to me, laying on the bathroom floor just as I passed out.

Since I wasn't awake for this part, all of this is per Steve: my eyes were half open and despite water on my face and a couple of slaps on the cheek I didn't wake up. After almost a full minute I heard Steve screaming my name and woke up hearing my name three times, louder with each one. Lynnette, Lynnette! LYNNETTE!! I guess he had been yelling the whole minute.

Unfortunately I don't know why this happened. Usually I syncopate when I am having extremely terrible cramps or am about to ride the cotton pony. This time was totally random and very scary.

Time to see a doctor again. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Lynnette 9:55 AM

Saturday, April 1

 

I was doing some research on local dive shops (as Steve and my friend Theresa are thinking about taking classes and joining me among the certified diver ranks) when I came across a list in an old notebook.

At first I wasn't sure what the intent of the list was; it lacked a heading or preface. Then I realized after reading all the points that it was my first list of requirements for a new place to move when I decided to leave Minneapolis. It is as follows:

*access to airport w/major flights
*Biking available most of year.
*near ocean/scuba
*colleges/univerities w/ marine bio programs
*employment opportunities
*a non-shitty commute time
*warmer winters than Minnesota

It looks like when we found Florida I met all of the above requirements:

*access to airport w/major flights Tampa International Airport
*Biking available most of year. Hello, Pinellas Trail
*near ocean/scuba this is quite obvious
*colleges/univerities w/ marine bio programs USF, UCF, UF, Eckerd, need I go on?
*employment opportunities Landed me a sweet ass, well-paying job within days
*a non-shitty commute time anything is non-shitty compared to Minneapolis, and my commute is pretty short
*warmer winters than Minnesota again, this is quite obvious

Lynnette 1:24 PM

 

My dear friend Nanette

wanted to see

some pictures of my cat

so this entire post

exists simply

to appease her needs.

Lynnette 8:47 AM

 

Yesterday I talked to people at work, some of them born and raised in Florida (yes they actually do exist), about weekend trips, parks and beaches that were nearby. Many of them suggested Fort DeSoto. It's all of 14 miles south of our house and a straight shot down the highway. Kayaking, beaches, cookouts, the works! Then at 4:45 pm yesterday Steve was informed that today was a "mandatory Saturday". OH, but it's okay because to ease the blow of the mandatory Saturday news Steve and his coworkers were told they could bring in artwork from their children to decorate the breakroom. Oh...boy...

What the fuck is that all about? At any rate our plans have now downshifted from an exciting day at the beach (ahem, with sunscreen) to a day of errands at CostCo and the running store to buy...well...new running shoes.

Downsizing at work, etc. as been on my mind but was told by my direct manager that I have nothing to worry about. I am the newest employee in my department, probably of the company, save for some data entry monkeys, but I was told my job was safe. He also asked me if I felt any tension from others or if people had made comments about the fact that I am so new, yet I am the head of our new project. Until he asked me I didn't even think about what other people would think; people who had been there for 3, 4 even 9 years don't have their own projects, however, I am one of only two people in the department who have a college degree. (Except for this lady who went to some Christian college in Missouri and probably got a degree on proper prayer positioning; I joke because she is a flipping idiot through and through). OH wait, there is another girl who has a college degree, a 2-year degree, which I have heard her inflate on many occasions to a Bachelor's degree. Fascinating how that happens... I guess I should have achieved my Associates degree and then told everyone I had a B.A. instead of spending my time and money on a real degree. Yes you can see work is fun. Work is actually where I have a lot of material for my book; there are so many interestingly stupid people at work to write about...idiots constantly amuse me.

Hawaii may be in my plans for this year. The trip is in the works for a week-long vacation with Steve, no extended family, no bullshit trips to Disneyland, no 5 year old nephew tagging along, no smoking in-laws, no bitching siter in-law. Just me, Steve, and Hawaii. Steve's family, those mentioned above, just went to Hawaii for a week during what turned out to be an entire week of flood watches. They weren't able to enjoy a single day of sunshine. But thankfully our vouchers for $100 airfare are good for any time until the end of October. Only thing left to do is let his folks know when we need a condo, and ask for the time off at work. It may even be after Steve becomes a certified open water diver so we'll both be able to dive in Hawaii!!

Lynnette 8:31 AM