Goodnight Reidus -- to sweet dreams and a sweet tomorrow {{{Reidus}}}
and Goodnight from me too Trippykin
and Goodnight from me too Trippykin


Today has already been full of facepalms and heavy sighs.
We got a new work contract, it's only for 2.5 months, a seasonal haul. We need phones that will work in that area. There is 1 carrier that I know works there, and that same carrier was recommended by people that travel through there for work. Most of the driving is through a dead zone, a few houses in the desert, but mostly just sagebrush. My boss thinks that I can easily get a phone contract for 2.5 months. I tell him no the carrier will only do business contracts for 2 years and family plans for 1 year if you are lucky. or it will be 150 per phone to cancel out when you are done. He swears up and down that it can be done. I tell him that we could only do such a thing if we switched all our phones to that service (something I've tried to get him to do every year for the last 5 years) but no, he will not end his strange obsession with having an att phone. I tell him we can go the pre-paid phone route and he doesn't like that either and demands I call this company. So I call the company that we want, and after 6 conversations with 6 different people, I get to tell him what I already freaking told him. Pretty sure he should just believe me when I tell him something, it would save us both a lot of time.

Yesterday was the first time in over a year I almost caved and had a cigarette. I made it through, but barely. I had to call out of work on my second week because my car broke down and there were some complications, there still are as in we can't figure out what's wrong.
Then my dog ate my bras and my shoes.
So, I'm hoping I still have a job and that I can find a bra or two to get me by until payday. I know that might sound funny, but I only have two that work under my scrubs. And my shoes were brand new. He has a million toys, but of course he wants to eat my stuff.
There is no way this dog is two years old. Not two in dogs years at least!
Hope the rest of Trippyville is surviving. I'm a grumpy Kat so I'm going to go clean or something.
- It's so hard to train doggies sometimes because you have to catch them in the act and then give the stern 'No' so they could make the connection with what they did wrong. Maybe you can accelerate the training by doing an exercise where you put some shoes in a row a short distance from you and him and when he approaches them do the stern "Uh uh uh!" or "NO!" and when he backs away reward him with a celebratory "Good Boy!" Hugs to you and woofs and licks to Jakey 
I am beyond ...... off! I've been waiting to get my saddle valve punch in, since the folks at Lowes and Home Depot looked at me like I'm crazy. So it finally gets here and it's in pieces. Well, that's okay, I thought, I can put it together. Except there's pieces I have no clue where they go and more importantly, you know the punch thingy (sharp, punches the carto when you turn the wheel?)Well it's all the way out, as in sticking out a good 1/4 inch and when I turn the wheel to try to get to go back inside, nothing happens. I look in the hole and guess what? The Wheel thingy isn't attached to the punch thingy! It looks broken! I'm going to have to break down and buy pre-punched cartos. What's worse, since those damn holes are too small, I'm gonna have to change my juices to heavy PG!!!!!![]()
and a company carHe should buy you lunch DevD!![]()
Yesterday was the first time in over a year I almost caved and had a cigarette. I made it through, but barely. I had to call out of work on my second week because my car broke down and there were some complications, there still are as in we can't figure out what's wrong.
Then my dog ate my bras and my shoes.
So, I'm hoping I still have a job and that I can find a bra or two to get me by until payday. I know that might sound funny, but I only have two that work under my scrubs. And my shoes were brand new. He has a million toys, but of course he wants to eat my stuff.
There is no way this dog is two years old. Not two in dogs years at least!
Hope the rest of Trippyville is surviving. I'm a grumpy Kat so I'm going to go clean or something.
