62 posts tagged “gjpost”

I ran across this post, and I just had to link to it. I think it's funny as all hell - and it's also a reminder that I wasn't completely oblivious to men before dating Paul.

Chocolate

I've decided to weed through my posts and add them here on Vox using the backdating feature (you'll now notice that I posted 16 times in 2003 - when Vox was but a twinkle in 6A eyes...), and once I'm done to begin to back them up each month. I'm not sure how yet - but I'm going to figure it out. I've just decided that I don't want to loose them!

All the ones that I've moved over so far (and I'm going to keep this naming convention) are titled "[GreatestJournal] Original Post Title" so that I know where Vox ended and began. If anyone gets a bug up their butt to read these past entries, please keep in mind that in 2003 I was 20 years old - so take a bit of pity on me :P

I don't really know what is going to happen, so be warned.

I'm beginning to move all of my important posts from Greatest Journal over to Vox. I'm utilizing the "Edit Date" feature in the "Compose" window, so they should register as being written on the day I write them. However, I'm not sure if they're going to show up on my Vox for you guys to see today because that's when I'm posting them or if you'd have to use the links to find my 2003 posts.

So be warned, that's why the confusion if you see any.

What's the story behind a time when you got locked out?

Um, I can unfortunately (for this post's sake) say that I don't ever recall being locked out. I'm a girl - I always have my purse OR my keys - ergo when I lock my keys in I've got my purse and my purse always had an extra key.

I can say though, that I've been locked in. I wrote about it on my GJ so it was easy for me to just jump back and copy and paste the text:

Jane & I didn’t have much to do this four-day weekend. So in common fashion (common for Jane & I) we finished the task we needed to take care of: Oil change, a trip to the car wash with a sudden decision to wait until I had gotten my valet key, and also a trip to the bank to discover we were at lack of funds (big surprise). But after all of our running around we still had nothing to do and so did the only thing we could think of. We packed up my car (finally trying out the fold down back seats) with a twin mattress, games we thought we might want to play and stopped off at the store for some munches. We had decided to go up to this plateau.

The only downfall to the plateau was the fact that it was ‘Closed’ at sunset (which at this time of year equated to 6:00 o’clock at night) and we were riding on close to five forty-five by the time we had packed everything and parked there. By then the sun WAS going down and everyone was leaving and we thought ‘Cool…we’ve got the whole place to ourselves…’, but no…it wasn’t cool.

After about TWENTY MINUTES of settling in the back seat – atop the mattress (Jane’s got long legs and I have a big ass) we finally get comfortable. We had some good music playing, it was nice weather, we WEREN’T talking about that urban legend where the high school couple is making out in the front seat and they hear on the radio about a murder with a hook for a hand loose – and so we were good. For about a half hour.

Then Jane sees something across the way and she thinks that someone is locking the gate to the parking lot we’re parked in.

With a simple yet squeaky tone of panic Jane asks “Are they locking the gate?”
So sticking my head out of my moon roof I call to them, asking if their locking the gate. No one answers, and to my surprise they back up into the street and it’s then that I notice they are actually ACROSS the street from us, locking some OTHER gate.

Chuckling I turn to Jane. “Their locking the gate across the street – we’re good.”

That is until they drive right across the way into our parking lot and pull up next to us.

Jane begins to panic and I ask her if she’s going to try and play British like we were talking/joking about earlier.

With a bit of disgruntlement she says through her teeth “No I’m not going to play British – if they ask – we fell asleep hours ago and only just woke up.”
So with that story in mind we stumble out of the car – throwing everything we had in the front seat in the back on top of the mattress and started the car. By then they had moved on and we both had figured they were just going to go lock the other gates around the park and then come back to this one. But as we drive up we notice they had closed they gate.

“Why would they close the gate when they knew we were leaving?” I ask Jane as she hops out on one foot because she still didn’t have both shoes on – to open the gate. In my headlights I watch as she looks around the gate trying to find the handle only to find a lock. Which was locked.

“We’re locked in!” Jane looks like a deer in head lights (I can actually use that phrase now because she was…in…head…lights) and rushes back to the car.

“We’re not locked in. They saw we were leaving why would they lock us in?” I ask her through the window. She does this maddened hand movement that I take in a lot of ways – one) she didn’t know and two) she DIDN’T want to stay in the parking lot in the middle of nowhere over night. I pick up the hint of worry and get out of my car – checking the lock myself – and yep…it was indeed locked. Jane by now was trying to flag down a car – which were few and far between and I tried my cell phone but of course – THANK YOU VERY MUCH VERIZON! NO SIGNAL!

“It’s O.K. Jane, we have munchies, a place to sleep, we can squat out in the bushes-“

“I DO NOT WANT TO SLEEP HERE!” Jane shouts, then screamed at the car that refused to stop and help us. I back up a bit making a mental note: Don’t lock Jane in ANYWHERE.

It was then that Jane – in a frantic attempt to get out and not be eaten alive in my Jetta - that she yanked on the shaft handle and it slipped open.

“Oh. I guess it wasn’t locked.” Jane said – relief apparent on her face.

“Yeah…I guess not. Now get the hell out the way, so I can get us out of here.”

On the way back down the hill I turned to Jane.

“Do you think they really are going to lock those gates?”

“I don’t know,” She says...munching on her chocolate dougnettes in a way of comfort. “But next time – we don’t come after dark.”

“Agreed.”

Note: If you've read this and think Jane & I are lesbian lovers - we're not. For some odd reason the story makes it sound like that though, huh? Maybe it's just me? I guess the combination of a mattress, having the place "to ourselves" and the fact that Jane has to put back on her shoe - just makes it seem sexual. But here's a great indication of the fact that women have a different kind of relationship than men.

As from the subject line, I'm pointing out that it's been a month and two days since I've posted. I'm sorry.

But! A month and two days later and I'm now a wife and soon I'll be an aunt. Two new titles in one month is VERY exciting :)

The wedding was on the seventh (for those who might have forgotten) and it was perfect. Nothing went wrong on OUR end - meaning the only thing that sucked is that people who said they were coming didn't and people left too early. But I could sort of understand - I mean it was on a Sunday night. I'll post pictures (if not here, then I'll like to my Vox) as soon as I get them - but the photographer did indicate that it would be about a month for her to process all the pictures. I just hope they turn out good - I'm so self-conscious of my arms.

I'm sad that no one is posting here anymore. I'm sad I'm not posting here anymore. It's just so easy with better results at Vox... I'm sorry...

This is a plead - to anyone out there who knows I count them friend to PLEASE try out Vox and join! It's a great site and it's not like you have to leave anything behind! The only reason I'm not posting here as much is because no one else is really posting here as much.

jawequon ... artofdawn ... Everyone - YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!

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The auto shop called me yesterday and told me I did have a coolant leak (duh for me, I've known that since I bought it) and also the fan relay broke so sometimes the fan wouldn't come on at the right time or not at all and that's what was causing it to overheat. Total for fixing both of those issues? $200, and that's including parts and labor. Can you see now why I go to this place? Not only do they do great work that's reliable and correct the first time (unlike the dealership) they are also great with pricing. The only bummer is that the check engine light is definitely on which is preventing me from getting it smogged which is why I haven't been able to get it registered (temporary registration only - but that's a bitch because I have to go back every other month and I have to go into the DMV) and they still have to do some investigation on that. He said that he wants to try just replacing both of the sensors that are throwing the errors to the computer and see if that fixes the problem. He said sometimes the sensors just go bad - which is why the car seemed to be running fine - because it was fine. So yay! Hopefully he'll call me back today and tell me I can pick it up and I can just be done with this whole thing. That'll be NICE!

I did rent a car last night though. It's just too stressful for me to try and find a ride too and from work, so even if they'll only have my car for one more day I don't want to chance it. I got a Dodge Neon and let me just tell you - they SUCK! Paul says it's because I'm spoiled with all of my German Engineering glory that is my Jetta - but I told him he's just accepting the fact that it's crap. When I got on the freeway with it - going only 60 (a verifiable restraint for me) the steering wheel started shaking so bad that my hands & forearms started going numb! And I know it's not just the freeway because I drive that freeway all the time! Then when I started breaking, the car started shaking and jerking like when I brake hard in my Jetta without downshifting. But, it's a car. It goes. The turn signals work. The lights work. The brakes work (kind of). So I can't complain.

So there's that. Oh! Today I get paid and I think I'll finally have enough money to pay for the deposit on the photographer! Granted it's cleaning out my savings - but that's what it's there for, right?

I think some people *cough, cough - poetrybyjade* would disagree with this on most days...

I found this post and I laughed while reading it, so I thought to post it. Some back story; this was almost right after I had moved out for the first time - so you'll be able to see I'm still trying to do stuff for the first time by myself. Reading back, it's amazing how much I've grown and how far I've come when it comes to taking care of myself... :

I couldn't go to work yesterday because, as I later found out (after purchasing a thermometer), I had a temperature of 103. My throat felt like it had swelled to twice it's size and I had this GOD AWFUL taste in my mouth. Every time I swallowed it felt like I had something stuck to the back of my throat.

So I did the very much grown up thing. I called my Mommy :)

Me: Mom, I think I'm sick.
Mom: Why do you say that?
Me: I don't know...I feel hot - and my throat hurts. Plus I fell over a few times trying to get to the couch from being dizzy.
Mom: What does the thermometer say?
Me: Nothing. I don't have one.
Mom: Have you taken some aspirin?
Me: No. I don't have any.
Mom: Have you tried drinking some tea with lemon & honey?
Me: No, I have tea - but no lemon or honey.
Mom: Have you tried gargling with warm salt water?
Me: Mom, I'm already sick. I don't think vomiting will top anything off on a good note.
Mom: It'll help with the sore throat.
Me: All right, let me find some salt *I get up - go in cabinet* We have no salt.
Mom: What?!
Me: I've got a few cans of peppercorn, some garlic butter salt, and some rosemary.
Mom: But no salt?
Me: No salt.
Mom: So let me get this straight, you don't know if you have a temperature because you have no thermometer, even if you did you couldn't take some aspirin to bring it down, you have nothing you can drink to ease your sore throat because you have not lemon, honey or salt and you're at the house by yourself?
Me: Well Junior's with me.
Mom: Junior's a cat.
Me: Your point is?
Mom: I'm coming over.

Needless to say, she came to my rescue. Then she took me to my doctor which was another experience in it's own...

*At the doctor office filling out New Patient paperwork*
Me: Have I ever had the measles?
Mom: Yes.
Me: Scarlet Fever?
Mom: Yes.
Me: Mumps?
Mom: Give me that. *Takes paper and starts circling yes or no* Have you ever smoked?
Me: Ummm...No?
Mom: No?
Me: No.
Mom: No?
Me: Mom, now is not the time to be quizzing me about my rebellious years - just check "No" and move on.
Mom: Do you want to be revived should you need it?
Me: WHAT?!
Mom: You know, if something goes wrong and you stop breathing - do you want them to resuscitate you?
Me: It's just a sore throat!
Mom: This will be kept with this doctor for as long as you are here.
Me: IT'S JUST A SORE THROAT! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!
Mom: So "yes". *Checking "yes" next to revive*
Me: Give me that.

After that they took me in the back where they took my temperature and a throat culture. Then they left me in the room for a really long time to stare at this bottle of "FemGen" with important points spelled out in bullets like "Sperm Compatible" and "Pap Smear Compatible" and special stuff like that. I didn't touch much other than the bench I was sitting on. Then the doctor came in, who promptly made me feel special...

Doctor: So I hear you have a sore throat?
Me: Yes, I felt it coming on yesterday - and then last night I was delusional with fever.
Doctor: Well your temperature seems to have leveled out as of now...but lets take a look at your throat.
Me: What did the culture say?
Doctor: It was negative for Strep.
Me: Oh that's good - at least it's not infected.
Doctor: Open up wide. *I open up wide - and she peers close* Oh God!
Me: What?!
Doctor: Those are infected.
Me: What? You just said I didn't have Strep!
Doctor: There are other infections over than Strep.
Me: So what do I have?
Doctor: It could be a number of things. All of which are treated by this anti-biotic, *pulls out prescription pad and scribbles stuff* just take this and you'll feel fine in about a week.
Me: *takes prescription slip* So...what do I do with this?
Doctor: Excuse me?
Me: Look, I know I’m a month away from being 22, but I don't like doctors and I don't know what to do with this piece of paper.
Doctor: Take it to a pharmacy. Give it to them. They will give you a bottle.
Me: I just give them this paper, and they give me pills?
Doctor: Yes.
Me: Now where would one acquire a pad of paper like that?
Doctor: Give me that, *takes back the prescription slip* where's your mother?
Me: Ah...so you're going to be like that huh?

After that there was nothing to it :)

I have a lot of energy today (which is surprising because I woke up exhausted) and I don't want to be at work. I want to be at home and (again surprisingly) be cleaning my room. I want to throw everything in boxes and throw that box into storage. I want to move all my furniture around and have a new look and a new feel to the place.

What I really want is to move out of my parents house.

I wish I knew somebody who could use my rent, but didn't need it. That way when/if I lose my temp job I can still stay until I get another job (which I'm not too worried will take longer than a week or so - especially with my temp agency). But places like that unfortunately don't exist and no one I know is willing to take that leap with me.

There are some scummy apartments in the downtown area that I think I'm gonna look into because they are low income housing and my having a temp/low income job wont really matter. Yeah I'll have to sleep with a gun under my pillow and put locks on every door and window - but it'll be mine. At least then I could say I did it myself, I didn't have my parents pay for it.

I signed up for this website where you can search for roommates, and I found some prospective ones really close to my work (which will cut down on my commute and gas) so I'm gonna give 'em a call later today - wish me luck!

(check out my new icon - it's one of my tarot cards called "Priestess")

Utinam barbari spatium proprium tuum invadant! "May barbarians invade your personal space!"
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