Monday, January 24, 2005

WHAT'S WITH THE WOOD?

So I have no idea why but the other day a few co-workers and I started wondering why do Dutch people wear wooden shoes? Today I still have no answer at all but I am trying to think of one. If only I was Dutch. The game plan currently for the up coming Mustard Plug concert is still undecided if all else fails .. I think I will attempt to hitchhike and call it good. YAY! sounds like a fun time to me. Yesterday I spent a lot of time just organizing random things. Yeah who would have known. Anyways somehow I managed to pull a muscle in my back. Which really hurts and BITES! I also didn't get everything done that I intended to. I got some emails from my pals. They are still alive which makes one think oh gee how sweet. I was okay today until I freakin came home to find that someone else drove my car around. WHAT THE SHELL? People just suck sometimes. Talk about hateful... I was more like livid. In the end I decided I will just have to either get over it or die but still it was rude and if they ever for one minute think they will catch me without my keys.. they have another thing coming. THOSE JERKS!! Today I worked with my Grandma and it was alot of fun. Once you get older you can always ask about everything that happen in the past and then you can understand any questions you ever had. So oh the things I learned about those suckers who think they can tell me how life is. The fact is they don't know any better than anyone else. So HA!! yup as you can tell I have been kinda mean all day. Working on my people skills though. I was supposed to call Bert sometime this week but doesn't look like I will get a chance. The snow outside really piled up but its so bitter cold we can't really spend much time playing in it which is really lame. Today ... I also spent alot of time with my lil cousin Breanna. Lets just say she is cute when she wants to be and a pain when she can be. I really got upset with her cause I asked her if she wanted to go to Wal-Mart really quick with me. She said yes and when we walked in the only thing she wanted was one of those stupid carts with a giant blue seat on them. I refused to walk around with one of those carts. I just couldn't do it. So instead I thought I could talk her into something else in the store. I tried to get the kid anything in that freakin store except the horrible cart and the only thing she wanted was that cart so finally I made my mom push her in it cause there was no way I would. Lol horrible but funny. Anyways.. so I asked her if she wanted anything to eat and she told me know. I hadn't had lunch so I got a lunchable which was just because I was running out the door and I had to get to work. Well we get in the car and Breanna says where is mine? Then I am like Kid you said you did't want anything. Then she was like but I want some meat from yours. So I gave her a piece of the meat and she said she didn't want it. I was like well thats fine. Whatever. Then after the lunchable was gone she says I wanted a cracker .. I am said well you might have mentioned that before they were gone sorry we can get you one later. Then I ask her if she wants the minicandy bar and she said yes... Then she told me that she wanted me to break it in half and we both have half. So I gave her half and took half. Then she puts it in her mouth to spit it back out and say she doesn't like it at all. So ... There we sat. I was really mad. The whole thing was just horrible. So I said Breanna thats it I am mad at you ... we can't be friends. all she did was look at me and say Ruth but listen to the words of my song. I was bitter so I said no I didn't want to but she said you gotta. So she starts singing I love you forever I love you for always as long as I'm living. so yeah ..the whole conclusion I got from the experiance is NEVER HAVE KIDS.THEY ARE WICKED LITTLE BEINGS! ah.. or Have kids at your own risk but if brought near me chances are I will be mad. Lol. Anyhow... I must be going cause I have to get up and work in the morning. So wishing you the best day. Later~Ruth

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