To Twitter or Not To Twitter....

My brain goes about 102MPH all the time. There is always some random observation or thought flying through. And I say through because just about the time I recognize the value of what I was thinking, that thought is shoved out of my brain for some more randomness. I thought at first that Facebook would be an outlet for some of the funnier observations, but then realized I did not want to be one of "those people". The ones who post 14 times a day, starting with what they had for breakfast and moving on from there. So then I thought I should get a Twitter account. Then should I link the Twitter to my Facebook? Why not just post the s@!t on Facecrack? Right back to square one. I think I'm funny and have thoughts that other people may be interested in, but I have been very wrong about this in the past.

So, long story short I will just keep writing here with the randomness and leave FB and Twitter to the experts. I had some funny stuff to write when I started this post but I forgot them all. Peace.

Bahahahaha....

Was just on PDX Mugshots and some chick who got nailed for prostitution has the last name of Woody. People who live in glass houses and all...but that's funny.

What A Week....

This week? Not one of my finest. I dumped my first pallet while driving the forklift...after I had just backed said forklift into the mixer table. Nothing like hitting a large metal table with another large metal object. The very large resulting, "Ka-TANGGGGG!!! insured that everyone in the warehouse was already looking at me when I proceeded to dump the load. Fabulous.

You would think that this would be plenty to complete the crappy portion of my week, but wait, there's more. Today I was being super careful on the forklift. Driving slow, no sharp turns when I was bringing in pallets. I was on the older forklift. The one with no brakes. The one where you have to anchor the brake pedal and it still takes three feet to come to a complete stop. So, at some point I get back on the new forklift. I'm moving a pallet to the back of the warehouse when my boss comes out of the office and flags me down. Wanting to not have a repeat of crying day (which was part of my crappy week that didn't need to be re-lived) I was anxious to make sure I stopped and found out what he had to say. The brakes on this forklift work. Really well. Well enough that when I anchored the brake pedal because I was still in old forklift mode, I stopped on a dime to watch my load continue forward aproximately another six feet. Awesome.

I still like my job but I'm betting I won't be allowed to drive the forklifts for awhile.

Work

Well, so far in my two weeks as a "secretary", I have helped fix a sewer pipe, stood watch over the pumps that pump into said sewer pipe, manually pumped the crawl space under the building out, (and by manually I mean held the switch to run the pumps LOL) helped fix a broken trailer, stood too close to a bunch of rendering that was being off loaded and got "splashed", (my bad for standing that close...I was busy looking at the heads and feet that eventually become your local ballpark hotdog) and saving the best for last, moving pallets around on my forklift. This is the best job EVER!!!

Special Day

18 years ago today I met my son. Billy. Even though he is now Bill to most people, he will always and forever be my beautiful, blue-eyed little boy.

You are and always will be one of the few, true lights on my heart. I love you Billy.

Fishing vs. Catching

Went fishing this morning. Planned it all out. Borrow stuff. Check. Stop at Freddys for worms. Check. Look in bait cooler for worms. Che....who stocks a bait cooler with no worms? Kid you not...no worms. Determined to continue I drove out to the lake. Was worried about losing fish because my knots have a tendency not to hold (or not catching them to begin with because I had no worms) but whatever.... Anyway, get my line in the water and I wait. And wait. And reel in to change my bait. And wait some more. You get the picture. So today I definitely went fishing. There was no catching involved. It's all right though, once I thought about it not catching anything was OK. OK because I had never tested the logistics of the limited reach of my midget body, the length of the rod vs. getting the net under the fish. I've been known to fall in the water netting other peoples fish. Whatever possessed me to think I could net my own is beyond me.

All in all though, it was a good day. Sitting by the lake. Talking to my buddy the heron. Watching the osprey. Going fishing again next week. :)

Want to write...

I want to write but I seem to be suffering from writers block. There are lots of things rattling around in my brain, but most of them seem to be not worth writing about. Lots of things to say but not sure how to say them yet. I'm sure I'll figure out something soon. I just need to take notes when my brain starts spinning. And for the record my brain does not spin all the time, contrary to commonly held beliefs....

I was hoping I could be remotely entertaining but it seems that is not the case today. I guess I could describe the pink, python print, pleather jacket I saw recently, complete with shoulder pads and "members only" style collar. In someones closet. Waiting to be worn. In public. I would post a picture (of course I got one, did you doubt me?) but I don't have my camera cord with me so I am not able to upload anything to the computer. I know, the suspense is killing you.