28 July 2008

Get your motors revvvvved up!


The 90, Bonnie, my 114,007 (and counting) mile jewel, call her what you want but my blessed 1990 Pontiac Bonneville SE is getting geared up for a road trip. Over the course of the last week I have somehow convinced my friend that Spud Day (http://www.ci.shelley.id.us/index.asp?Type=B_BASIC&SEC={DEA6ABE7-C756-4E7A-A2E6-D36D82104191}&DE={6A08157A-D374-4EF4-BBA5-A5CBE5CBB46D}) in Shelley Idaho is the greatest thing in the world. I think it was the pit of mashed potatoes that did the trick. (see above link) As we drove home from work today, right after we avoided our near death experience with the squirrel I was shocked to hear that he is committed to jumping in Bonnie and making the trek to the annual day of fun. I have never seen anyone so excited to go to Idaho but he has it all planned out. We are going to leave work and maybe even get out early, and drive until we reach heaven as we know it. He is completely cool with going there one day and coming back the next. His excitement was so large that he let me know as soon as he got home that his wife gave him the go ahead. Lucky for you my faithful blog readers, Bonnie fits 6, so if you are up for being on our tug-a-war team over a pit of mashed potatoes we'll be leaving Friday the 19th of September in the year of our Lord 2008 around 6 pm but maybe sooner. Oh yeah the best part is I'll be there to celebrate my little sista's 16th birthday. Have you eaten your Russet today?

Squirrel meat

Have you ever seen a flying squirrel? Me neither but today I was riding with my friend when some random song was playing and I was listening to him tell me how hungry he was because he didn't eat lunch. We were just enjoying the life of being done with work for the day. I had already told him I would have shared my foot long of goodness with him but he said his double gulp would do the trick. So when I tried to repeat the fact that he shouldn't be hungry because he had his double gullluuup a squirrel ran out in front of his car and it scared, shocked and looked at me with that look of the squirrel on OVER THE HEDGE. He screamed as well and then we just sat there and laughed at the time we almost lost our lives to the little ranger. On the way back we looked for the little guy but to no avail. He might not have died on the road but he must have certainly ran off and died in the weeds because we were scared to death. This will most definitely be the image any time I close my eyes for the next few days or weeks!

26 July 2008

Another banking story


I guess the last banking story lost half my audience. I'll keep this one simple which is not what my blog is all about. Here's some advice for you, when at the bank, have your stuff ready so you don't waste time. Story goes like this and yes, it's true.

Today I am trying to provide excellent customer service when this lady comes in with her head phones, sweating and of course she comes to me. I do the usual and i ask her for her number, she doesn't know it so she pulls her id out...of her candy dish holder to give to me in the process she must have seen the disgust in my eyes because after she pulled it from no man's land, she said oh you can just look, I'm sure you don't want to touch that. It is true, I didn't not want to provide that great of service. She did wipe off the sweat from the id before she let me look so that was nice of her! I didn't look, hope it wasn't fraud.

25 July 2008

Banker's games


Ever wonder what takes the bank teller so long to process your transaction or what they talk about when you aren't in there? I happen to know a guy who works in not a bank, but a credit union, sounds fancy I know but this is hot off the press. A week ago the subordinate gave his boss a mutilated $5 that he received. Now no one likes mutilated money so even though they accept it, they don't like it because they have to keep it forever until they have 100 of the same bill to submit which never happens. Well the boss wanting to get rid of it gave it to a customer. He assured the man that it would spend fine and to just take it. Today that same guy came in to deposit that $5 again. The boss said, "Oh, if you want to do that you actually have to stand in line over there." Pretty soon he came to the subordinate's window and stated that he only wanted to exchange the $5 for one in good condition. With a glance into the boss's office the little guy took the bill, knowing this must stop. The day ended and the teller had a bad $10 bill and one bad $5 bill. What's a teller to do? Since he has an account with the credit union and the manager is the only one who can see employee accounts, he took his ugly money to the boss and said he wanted to make a deposit. The boss took it and realized it was the ugly money. In the end, the teller beat the boss, for those of you keeping score, teller---1, boss----0. Games we play at work...no wonder I love my job!

24 July 2008

I'm an investor

SO it appears to be a downward trend in the graph below.
Now let me explain to you that this is what we call Washington Mutual stock prices. You can see that it has fallen much faster than most things out there. A week ago it dropped to $3.30 and Tyler, my boss and I all talked about it. My boss got in and Tyler told me to hold off. It sounded like a good plan. Today was the day that I finally bought. I figure WAMU is a good company, after all they did hire me back in my prime. I see it as a year ago it was $45 a share and now it's below $5, I should get into it and make some money. Well I got in for my first ever investment at $4 a share. Now it's all just a game, but I want it to be posted here so you'll know where my small fortune comes from in a few years. Thanks to Tyler for guiding me and even though he hasn't bought, he will watch it and see it rise and remember that he should have gotten into the stock when it was dirt cheap. That's all, I'm done, take it or leave it.

22 July 2008

Chicken Little's harvest

At this very moment, I have a sea of tomatoes on my counter. I'm taking a few to work tomorrow but I'll still have plenty left. I thought about making some ketchup since I'm almost all out but I think it's easier to just eat out and use the extra packets to fill my bottle. So if you need or want tomatoes this is the them. I know salsa sounds good. I still have some green ones that fell off the vine so I'm going to try fried green tomatoes. Never made them, never tasted them, but I found a recipe on the web. Have I persuaded you into eating more tomatoes? If yes please let me know or if you are too embarrassed by the fact that you are reading some random post, you can email Hayley and tell her, but be careful, if Tyler gets a hold of this idea, he might try to sell them, I'm giving them aways as of now so act fast!

I now have renewed my cousinship with Jenni

Do you remember that werido movie that had some girl that said brush...brushfire? I'm sure you do because we always say it to each other. Well I guess this blog has spread like blogfire, I now hear I have 2 people that read it. I first want to thank my humble workers who do all the work to make this what it is. Also I appreciate my fans for their support. Without you this wouldn't be possible or even remotely entertaining. I welcome Jenni my #1 cousin since she found me first to my wonderful life in pictures and words. Even my sister who is about to pop sacrificed her time to read my blog. It's just wonderful. More to come, I have to work sometimes.

21 July 2008

No boiling blood today



Who knew that if I just switched my picture I could avoid the hated and feared boiling of my blood? Now I'm as happy as ever with my sweet pic outside of LAX, this was at around 1am, just hanging out waiting for my 6am flight home. I made it and loved it. Much too good for children so lock them up. If I do have to see them I might charge you a loaf of bread. Thanks again sista!

Should have worn my farmer john shirt for luck

Water and sun, two basic elements to maintain a lush garden. Or so I used to think. I have gotten to evaluate my gardening skills over the course of the last 20 days and I have come to know that I have a lot to learn. It all started when the Bennett's took me for a tour and said water this every day, this every other day, this once a week and this when you feel like it. She said not to worry, I'll write it down. closed quote I come for my first day on the job and the note reads, "thanks so much call if you have any questions." So I have been going off the 2 days I've spent riding in a spud truck for all my gardening knowledge. Back to the tour, Mark told me to be careful with the huge sunflower because it may bite. He meant to be joking but it looked big enough to eat me so I was a little skittish. After 2 weeks, I woke up with the idea of doing some yard work only to see the sunflower was tipped over. The head of the flower had to be at least 2 feet across. So I pulled it out, fearing for my life that it may somehow bite me. It was one of those things where it was so big that it possibly could have had a life. I can still feel the fear even though it's been dead for a week and has produced my first line of sunflower seeds, which by the way have received rave reviews from my banking buddies...or just buddy. Now the idea of the living sunflower stuck in my mind as two remained. After work one day I found that one had sort of folded over so I got some string and tied it to the other one who I named the ox of all wild weeds. So the little one was tied to the ox and before I know it, bam, sunflower to the face. The wee one folded again and nailed me in the face. I was sure I would end up with a bump or bruise, but I guess I'm too tough for that.





Then yesterday I was frantic as the squash seemed to be overtaking the world. I ended up taking out the last sunflower (the ox) and in that process it flipped out and kicked dirt all over me and down my shoe. Are they alive? I beg to differ. Alright, I've conquered the sunflowers and moved onto the tomatoes. I started wrangling them up and tying them up. I was on my 4Th lasso or so when I set the string on the fence. Next thing I know, the string is gone and I was still full of a tying desire. The thought crossed my mind to just pull all the string back over since I did have one end still, but after pulling it appeared there was no hope. I kept on tying and decided I might have to go for a commando raid late at night because I was not going to hop the fence and ask for my string back. The neighbor is to the back so I had no idea what street they were on but even still, I didn't want to talk to anyone about my falling string.




I did my duty watering that night and I saw that I piece of my string was dangling. I was sort of angry and thought those pukes cut off my string and threw the end back over. They made out with a lot of my string. I pulled the end and started to follow it only to see that it ended up back at my toes where the roll was thrown back over. I was grateful for the neighbor's kind deed because I did not want to explain dead plants, missing shrubs and lost string to the rightful owners. I slept well knowing that my string had found the way home. Moral of the story is, if there was ever a time for my farmer john shirt, this month would be the time. Now I'm headed to eBay for straw hats.

19 July 2008

Orange stripe on my face

Blog spot has a lot of nerve to put that banner across me pretty face, how do I fix that bit? I don't want my blood to boil after this but it may if I can't get it taken care of. Let the countdown to boilover begin....in 5, 4, 3....

Why they call me Whitethunder

In response to my lovely sister Hayley, I have created a spoof blog to make her happy. If anyone other than her reads this, I apologize in advance. It's obvious that Hayley enjoys this blog stuff because she's been on my back (lucky me this time just figuretivly) about not having a computer made in this century. She's really into this stuff. I think it is fun to see her posts and learn things I was zoning out on during the first time she told me. So the question you've all been waiting for...oh Hay, sorry if I talk to you in plural, I'm just going to pretend like I have lots of subscribers... Who is Whitethunder?
The story goes like this, I was a nerdy 10th grader and I was playing baseball at high school. I wanted to fit in with all the older kids since just Jordan and I were sophomores. My father who was in the big bucket of ice cream market at the time always told me to invite my friends over for ice cream. This wouldn't be the start of people wanting me to be social, but a mere contuinance. Almost every week we'd come over after practice for some ice cream and one of the flavors was White Thunder. It was really good, smooth vanilla premium cow's milk frozen to perfection with white chocholate cups filled with some yummy perserve. I would always go for the White thunder and when I needed a name for a online post registration, I choose HPwhitethunder. It has since been shortened to just whitethunder since I no longer own a HALO PATROL hat. Yes, those were the days. I love life and being called whitethunder so get used to it, whitethunder is here to shine. Hope you enjoy sista!