Friday, October 9, 2009
The Weisels
About a month ago I had the opportunity to shoot the wedding of a very dear friend. No one, not even herself, ever thought she would leave her independence and join her life with another. However, I have caught it on film. There is evidence that she is married.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Bob It
I don't know where it came from. Shedding hair has never grossed me out, but I couldn't stand the long strands of my own hair coming out of my head and landing on any surface that happened to catch it first. I had enough. I called three salons this afternoon and everyone was booked. So, on my way home from the bank, I decided to keep my eyes open for a salon that I had missed. I found a cute little place on Liberty St., told the gal I wanted a bob and that I wanted to donate my hair. She didn't even hesitate and hardly took a breath. She measured my hair, poised the scissors and asked if I was ready. Then she cut. My thick, wavy locks were put in a plastic bag and she gave the cut a style. I walked out of the shop with a lighter head and cold neck and a great deal of excitement.
Friday, September 18, 2009
She's Here!
My baby, my Ribbon, has arrived! She pulled into the drive at 4:15 this afternoon and quickly got settled in with her new paddock mate, Gus. I am ecstatic to finally have her so close. I'll be able to see her everyday and ride her most days. I can't express how glad I am that she's here.
Ribbon with Gus
Her new home
Ribbon with Gus
Her new home
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Yes, It was Chocolate
I'm so glad that I amused my readership as much as myself with the Spilled Milk post. I just can't help laughing at myself sometimes. I really wasn't going to post anything else about spilling milk because quite frankly, it can get old. Who wants to read about spilling milk all of the time. However, considering the nature of the comments on my last post and the event which happened last night, I don't see how I could do otherwise.
No, Katie, night number four wasn't any better. It was worse.
Andrea, as a matter of fact, it was chocolate!
I'm supposed to refill the milk while there is still milk in the bag. This involves removing the handle that pinches the spout and stops the milk. My supervisor demonstrated to me how to pinch the spout with a fork, allowing you to work mess free until you have the milk safely replace. I decided to try his trick, but just in case, I put a cup under the spout. I removed the handle and was just about to remove the crate with the bag of milk when I realized that I hadn't brought a replacement. Why this seemed to be such a big deal, I don't know. I dashed to the cooler to retrieve the milk. When I returned, the cup had fill to overflowing and half a gallon of chocolate milk had spilled onto the counter and down to the floor.
I think it is safe to say that this is my last spilled milk story. If anything worse than this happened I think my supervisors would kill me.
No, Katie, night number four wasn't any better. It was worse.
Andrea, as a matter of fact, it was chocolate!
I'm supposed to refill the milk while there is still milk in the bag. This involves removing the handle that pinches the spout and stops the milk. My supervisor demonstrated to me how to pinch the spout with a fork, allowing you to work mess free until you have the milk safely replace. I decided to try his trick, but just in case, I put a cup under the spout. I removed the handle and was just about to remove the crate with the bag of milk when I realized that I hadn't brought a replacement. Why this seemed to be such a big deal, I don't know. I dashed to the cooler to retrieve the milk. When I returned, the cup had fill to overflowing and half a gallon of chocolate milk had spilled onto the counter and down to the floor.
I think it is safe to say that this is my last spilled milk story. If anything worse than this happened I think my supervisors would kill me.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Spilled Milk
School has begun. With it has come loads of reading and a new work schedule. I am the cashier for the cafeteria once more. The good news is that it is not as boring as it used to be, nor as disgusting as the dish room, and it is a job. The bad news: I'm still working at the school cafeteria and I still have to wear that ridiculous uniform. Thankfully the shirt actually fits me and doesn't look like an oversized pillow case.
I was congratulating myself on the cleanliness of my job and the delight that it would be to have to grimace at the thought of whatever was on my shirt or in my hair, when, as I was refilling on of the crates of milk in the milk machine, I knocked the other crate and sent two boxes of soy milk flying. One hit my shoulder and spilled down my back and into my hair.
The next night I was extremely cautious when refilling the milk. However, I succeeded in splattering fat-free milk on my shirt. Needless to say, I have worked three nights and have managed to get three types of milk on my uniform.
I was congratulating myself on the cleanliness of my job and the delight that it would be to have to grimace at the thought of whatever was on my shirt or in my hair, when, as I was refilling on of the crates of milk in the milk machine, I knocked the other crate and sent two boxes of soy milk flying. One hit my shoulder and spilled down my back and into my hair.
The next night I was extremely cautious when refilling the milk. However, I succeeded in splattering fat-free milk on my shirt. Needless to say, I have worked three nights and have managed to get three types of milk on my uniform.
Monday, August 31, 2009
New Living Room
Heather's (my roommate) family brought us our living room last night. They were very fun to meet and we spent the entire evening lounging on our new sofas talking and laughing hysterically.
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