I am home alone for the first time in longer than I can remember. And it feels awesome! I had forgotten how much some alone time can be beneficial. I can listen to my music and practice the piano with nobody yelling. At the moment I’m listening to Lake Pontchatrain, baking cookies and playing on my laptop. You might ask yourself, can it get any better? The answer, my friends, is fries.
July 11, 2008
July 9, 2008
Well, he either has a resperatory infection or a weed stuck up his nose. I’m not sure which yet. I’m hoping for infection cause they can fix that just with pills. He is still pretty pathetic. I want to take him to work with me so I can watch him but alas, my job is lame. Except there were kitties on the roof the other day, that was exciting. But then lame again when they wouldn’t let me let them out of the box they were captured in.
I’m going to Bear Lake this weekend. I’m pretty dang excited about that. Maybe I can find me a Bear Lake boyfriend this time 
July 8, 2008
Kurt is sick. It makes me sad. He is at the vet right now and I am stuck at work so I don’t even know how he is doing. He has been sneezing since Thursday. He had a pretty bad attack at 1:00 this morning. He looks so pathetic. I hope the vet can find out what is wrong and fix it.
June 26, 2008
I went into the restroom today at work and there was pee all over the floor. Only adults work here. It was the employee restroom. Are they kidding me? Who pees on the floor?!? And it isn’t the first time it has happened. I’m completely grossed out. And don’t want to touch anything here because if you pee on the floor, you probably don’t wash your hands. For the love of Pete!
On the plus side, I have some ice cream in the freezer that I need to eat. And Sam made spaghetti. It will be a good day.
Farewell and good day.
June 20, 2008
I was reading Creedthoughts and found this poem. I’m pretty sure he wrote it for me.
Short Girl
By Creed Bratton
Ooh, mama, with your tiny little legs
You’re like a dachsund
In human form
And that makes you okay
In my book
I want to throw you up into the air
Like a ball of shortness
And catch you when you fall down
And put you into my jacket pocket
That I have lined with pillows and string cheese
Yeah, mama, you’re small and nice
In those little lady clothes
That you wear so well
You could be a minus-sized fashion model
And that’s the truth
Short girl
You make my day
That’s my ode to the shorties. They deserve it. Keep reaching for the sky, short girls, and if you can’t reach it, I’ll lift you up.
Creed made my day yesterday. I believe he may be the cure for depression. Him and David Hasslehoff.
I went to RAW last Monday. It was pretty exciting. I didn’t win a million dollars though. Oh, well.
Farewell weblog.
June 12, 2008
I went to the window today at work to sign for some mail. As I walked up the mailman said, “Here comes my girl.” What the heck? I am no ones “girl”, especially not that guy’s. Then he said, “Ellen Wood, huh? Often?”
So I said, “All the time.”
Then I realized he was being dirty so I walked away. I wish I had some brain soap to erase that from my memory.
June 7, 2008
The calendar says that today is Saturday, and I guess it is true but I’m not sure that it is what a Saturday is meant to be. I woke up at 7:30 so I could clean my house before I had to do hair. I have done 8 haircuts today. I thought I quit that job.
On the plus side, I took Kurt to the groomer and saw a truck stuck in a hole. It was pretty hilarious. It was in a costruction site and the front tire was stuck into a hole that the constrution crew dug in the street. The entire crew was out laughing at the truck. I wanted to get out and join them in their laughter but Kurt wouldn’t like that so I didn’t.
I bought a slurpee today. It makes me happy.
Farewell, weblog….for now.
June 3, 2008
Let me tell you the things I know as of today.
1. The weather man doesn’t know what is going on.
2. There are alot more people that need help than people that are willing to help said people.
3. Cougars can and will eat you, even in suburban neighborhoods.
4. Job hunting is pointless. Unless you know someone, forget about getting a job. And even if you do know someone and your name is Ellen, forget about being hired.
5. They try to keep it hot in my office to remind me of Hell. (as if the work here didn’t do the job well enough)
6. The price of cherries hasn’t gone up but the quality has gone down.
7. TURNING MY CAPS LOCK ON AND OFF IS ANNOYING.
8. My heart is a pansy.
9. Drinking 64 oz. of water a day makes you pee alot.
10. Having parents out of town is fairly relaxing.
11. You can not get a passport from a counseling center.
12. Transfers are the money.
13. The Rainbow will get my house its cleanest.
That is all for today’s weblog. In the meantime remember, bears eat beets.
May 28, 2008
I went bowling yesterday. Using the orange ball of hate, I got a high score of 112. As we started another game, I was “on the ball” so to speak. I bowled 2 strikes followed by a spare, it had the potential to be my best game ever. Then all of a sudden there were like 18 firefighters in there telling us we had to get out. They took away possibly my best game ever! And not one of them was cute. How is that fair? Anyway, the building next to the bowling alley had caught on fire so we got to see the flames on the way out. That almost makes up for disrupting the game that could have been.
I went to the zoo on Memorial Day. It rained the entire time, it was awesome. All the animals were out and active. The cougar was hissing at something in the bushes, that was a tad frightening. I don’t trust a chain-link fence to contain such a beast. Then the monkeys were making a bunch of noise, that was funny. I stuck my head in an elephant skull. Then ate a churro. The zebras were fighting, kicking at each other and everything. Animals smell bad. Tigers eat gross raw meat. And the meercats are hilarious. I played with them for a long time. And I saw a lizard give another lizard a piggy back ride. Then I ate cotton candy and drank out of an elephant. All in all, a pretty awesome trip to the zoo.
Also, I don’t have much of a voice because I messed it up rocking everyone at singstar. I could totally be a member of the B52’s.
I love cotton candy. That is all.
May 24, 2008
I think I will take a cue from one of my heroes. Dwight Shrute. I will not call this a “blog”, I will indeed continue to call it a weblog. I refuse to conform to the appreviation.
I just learned about my sister’s UTI due to the fact that she used to eat dirt. I thought it was years ago but it turns out that it was yesterday. I might vomit.
I have a new favorite band. Their name is Ludo. They have a song called, “Love me Dead”. Some of the lyrics are, “You’re hidious, and sexy.” How would you not love that song? It is amazing. There is also a song called, “Go Getter Greg”. It talks about stalking the girl in his apartment complex. It is funny.
Flatterappin is a funny word.
That is all for todays weblog. Good day.
