This weeks blogging...

Sorry that I have not blogged this week, but I am currently in San Diego, CA. As of Monday, I will start reporting my trip. I have a lot of fun stories and pictures to put on display for you all.

Until then...

The Most Memorible Event at Pick N Save in my 7 years of being there...

My God...

Seriously... my God... I have never in all my years had an experience at my job, in the liquor department, as I had last night with my friend Amy.

We were doing our thing when this crazy lady and her bf came in. Turns out her name is Tonya because her bf kept telling her to stop acting crazy by the end of our conversation.

This is Tonya:

Well it's really not her, but it's so damn close, it's scary. This chick said told us a little bit of information about her, that really I would have went on with my happy, somewhat mediocre life, but no, she wanted to upset this and spring something new and interesting in my life.

Apparantly, Tonya is going to jail next week. She was drinking her alcohol this week because she was said that she was going to jail. Why is she going to jail you ask?

Here are some options:

1. Indescent exposure?? Nope.

2. Drinking and driving?? Nope.

3. Buying alcohol for an underager?? Nope.

4. Stealing?? Nope.

5. Violating probation?? Nope.

This Tonya chick did none of the above. Drum roll please............ she threaten to kill someone with a butcher knife!!!! She tells me this as she is intently staring at me kind of bending over the counter.

I don't know about you, but at that moment I want to run far, far away. She also said she was sad that her father threw away her roast. (That would prolly make me sad as well.)

Tonya told me that she wishes we could hang out sometime because we'd probably have a lot of fun. I told her cool and to have a wonderful night.

I wonder what kind of friends she'll make in jail... poor bf.

Rodney... what a man!

On the weekends, I tend to work in the liquor section of the store. Yes, we card everyone (no matter how old they are), and yes we card everyone in the group (especially if you look about 12).

Anyways, one of our regulars is Rodney. He kind of looks like this:

Yet, he is about 20 years older and has a walker. Our managers know that the clear liquid in his water bottle is anything but water, but they also know that this man has no want to get behind the wheel of a car... hence the walker he uses.

Well, Rodney, the badass man that he is introduces us to all the customers as his gfs... and then refers to us in raunchy, inappropriate ways, that I would not like to share on here because it kind of grosses me out, yet it's hilarious haha.

Each week, though, we might not see him, so we get a little scared. He's a frail man, with a heart of gold and a gut of vodka. When he returns a week later, we tell him that we were worried and were looking for him in the obituaries. He just usually laughs, except for the last time:

Apparantly, he went out with some buddies, got too hammered to know where he was walking, and ended up in a lake or lagoon of some sort!! Now this wasn't funny, yet he made us smile to know that he survived.

Not many customers get to know your name and have fun joking around with you, but whenever Rodney walks through those doors we know that a good time is about to occur.

Old Age, Mustaches, and Whiskers

Okay, so my girls and I were together a couple nights ago, but our monthly crimson wave came up (our periods, boys). Well, my best friend Kate said that she hates having cramps, but said how it will equally suck when we no longer have them.

A couple of us were baffled and somewhat intrigued about where she was going with this. And of course she continued to say that sure the cramps and the only monthly agony will stop, but we will start growing that beautiful facial hair because our hormones will be out of whack.

So, I found this lovely lady from back in the day.

And we all agreed that if we ever started looking like this, we made sure we'd tell each other to shave that shit right off.

We also didn't understand how there are women out there with a 3 or 4 inch long whisker hanging from their chin and seem oblivious to its exhistance.

Ladies! All you have to do is pluck it, rip it out, use a scissors to cut it off, hell... burn it off.... but it's not cool that it is just hanging there.

I told my friends that if need be, I will just be shaving with my husband every morning. He will have to learn to live with it, love it, and possible learn from how good I might be at shaving off my future, nasty beard.

Need a little change...

I decided to change my blog topic. In class, it was said we might do this half way through, and I've decided that it was time. My topic was little too sad for the mood that I am in, so I'm moving on...

I graduate in May, and have realized that the best years of my life have been spent at a mind-numbing job at Pick N Save. I have been there 7 years!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 16 and a half is when I started, and I am what you'd call a "lifer".

My friends always joke about it, and I'm starting to get scared haha. What if I stay at Pick N Save for the rest of my life? I think I'd rather poke my eyes out with a dull anything!

I've seen people almost hit by cars, poopy toilets and stalls (because apparantly no one knows how to use the toilet paper), heard about someone peeing their pants because they were so gone, and screaming kids because they wanted their damn candy bar.

I've had it with this job, but have stories to tell. So from now on, this blog will be things I have to deal with each day, every other day, or whatever, and will hopefully provide you all with some laughs.

Dorky Dad

I looked at Dorky Dad's blog from humor-blogs.com, and he has some funny stuff about Curious George. I always heard about hidden "pot" stories with Scooby Doo, but this one takes the cake!! Ha.

I no longer look like a zebra.... :)

I got my hair fixed today by Shana. She is amazing and a friend since kindergarten.

I went in the salon all worried about the outcome... and the cost... and came out happy with both. She makes me realize how you might not talk to someone everyday, yet still consider them a friend, because they pull through for you when you need them most... and you always know you'll do the same for them.

Shana has inspired me to do a little random act of kindness magic. I'll keep you posted if anything occurs that the only benefit I can receive is feeling good for helping someone out. Laters!

My friend Shana, the Savior

So, I got my hair done yesterday.... and holy crap is there platinum blonde streaks in it. It is crazy. Usually I like a lil craze in my life... live for it in other's, but when it comes to my hair, I'm a lil weird about it.

I can scrub it with my clothes, but my hair is always okay looking.. until now.

Luckily my friend Shana, who does hair, said she will fix it for me. It usually doesn't happen this quick, but she found an opening. So this is her random act of kindness for the week.

My random act will happen in two months... when I go back to my stylest and tell her that on my trip the "chlorine" in the pool turned my hair green so a friend corrected it. Sneaky, yes... but I can't hurt her feelings.

2nd Protest

Well the second protest was pretty cool. The weather wasn't as bad as the first one (even though it was supposed to be).

For this second string up protests, our group of people were protesting 3 straight days for an hour. These past days were February 26 - 28. The reason for this is because each day, dogs were going to be put under the knife, alive, and then put to sleep after.

A total of 60 dogs ended up dying, with a handful or two that opted out of not doing this lab. I am happy to hear that our protesting might have found something in those minds to help them to debate if they felt it was morally right or not. coinsiding with their own beliefs and career.

What we don't understand is that the Wisconsin Medical College put a $10,000 add in the paper two days in a row saying that people like us don't know what we are talking about, yet they could apply that $20,000 or so to something more constructive...

Pictures from my first Protest

I decided to take pictures the first time I went to the Wisconsin Medical Protest which was against using dogs as their testing subjects. Here are some of them that I took: