I made a little animation. I actually got the ‘phrase’ from a 15 year old. Go figure. It makes sense, though.

This is the message on a sign at a local church. Cracked me up. Anyway, since I have Forcastfox for Firefox-I see a weather alert for Charleston. This is what it says:

THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE IN CHARLESTON HAS ISSUED A HEAT
ADVISORY…WHICH IS IN EFFECT FROM NOON TODAY TO 6 PM EDT THIS
EVENING.

HIGH TEMPERATURES THIS AFTERNOON ARE EXPECTED TO PEAK IN THE 95
TO 100 DEGREE RANGE ACROSS NORTHEAST KENTUCKY…SOUTHEAST OHIO
AND MOST OF WEST VIRGINIA OUTSIDE OF THE MOUNTAINS. THESE
TEMPERATURES…COMBINED WITH DEWPOINTS IN THE 70S…WILL RESULT
IN HEAT INDEX VALUES BETWEEN 100 AND 110 DEGREES.

Yeah, it was me. I was getting an air conditioner from my uncle’s house (actually, in typical hillbilly fashion, we leave any appliance on the front porch, hence I was getting it from his front porch), when, as I was locking his gate, I felt a sting. At first I didn’t realize what it was, until I saw the yellow jacket. Bastard got me twice. I didn’t have time to treat it immediately, or it probably wouldn’t have swollen as much as it has. I think the last time I was stung, I may have been 12, maybe younger. I had forgotten how much it hurts. Needless to say, I call my cousin, the nurse, (it was her dad’s air conditioner), and she informed me to take Benedryl-which I had already consumed, and mix a paste of baking soda. I am now typing with a white, crackling paste of baking soda on my right hand, between the knuckles of my middle and ring fingers. And may I add, getting it all over the place.

My mom is now pissed off at me. And most likely a friend of mine. I’ll start with my mom first. My cousin owes me on bills she left me with here at the house. I was told she would give me money on the 25th. Today is the 25th. Of course, we couldn’t get her on the phone-she and her husband were fishing.. I called my mom tonight to let her know I installed the air conditioner myself (an entirely different story), and I asked her if my cousin had called. She said yes, then stopped. I said “and?”.. she said her husband didn’t get paid until Friday, their electric was about to be turned off because they owed $400 (how they owe this is beyond me-I know her daughter and her boyfriend were living there, if they owed this much it would have already been turned off.. I’ve been in this house almost a month), but she would give me the money on Friday. Of course she will. And I’ll become a fairy and fly around on Friday as well. I told my mom and this is exactly what was said.. “This isn’t fair. I’m stuck with bills from a house I wasn’t even living in, in addition to the final bills from the apartment.” My mom in her mom voice which let’s me know she’s pissed “I know, Beth.” I got mad and told her to forget it and hung up. This cousin I am talking about was the first grandchild. Hence, my mom’s first niece. She always takes up for her. I’m stuck in the middle and have no where to go. I have applied for every job I qualify for and have heard nothing. I’m considering the dollar store. I can wear jeans if I work there. Since all of my shoes were tossed in the trash, and I don’t have money to buy any new, I can’t work at the bookstore, because they don’t allow open toe shoes. I can’t go to an interview and say “could you let me slide on the open toed shoe thing until I get paid because I have one pair of sandals and a pair of tennis shoes and I don’t have the money to buy shoes for this job.” Holy shit people what has happened to me? I have never had to go without money. I’m used to it. I’m not saying I’m used to having tons of money, but I was accustomed to not worrying about how I was paying a bill or buying a new pair of shoes. I try to be a good person, but it seems as if the people who are selfish and care about only his or herself, make it. Which brings me to why a friend of mine is probably pissed. All I’ll say is-selfishness. Unless I am sick, don’t have the money, or it’s illegal, I will help a friend all I can. No questions asked. This is what friendship is. You don’t tell a friend “well I’m sitting on empty” when the friend asks for your help. Especially when you have a job and your friend doesn’t and is struggling to survive. No, you can go get your nails done, your toes done, tan, buy belly button rings, but you can’t do a simple favor without hinting you want money for your troubles. Get over yourself. This world isn’t all about you. I am your friend and I would do what I could for you. Enough said.

No, really. I very rarely, (maybe 3 times a year), purchase scratch off tickets. So this evening as I was getting gas, I thought what the hell. It’s a dollar. I won $20. Yes, friends and freaky lurkers, I actually won something. The cashier asked if I wanted more tickets, I said no thanks I’m not risking it. This bought me an additional $10 in gas, pencils, pencil sharpener and a pack of pens. Needless to say, I was excited.

I still am without central air. My mom cannot get our neighbor to call her back. Which, in my opinion, even though my mom has known this guy since he was a kid, is bad business. She said she thought maybe he was afraid he would have to give us a discount. I told her-it isn’t like he wouldn’t be getting paid. I have 3 fans going here in the family room, ceiling fans upstairs, and thankfully, the old window unit my mom’s man-friend gave me running in the bedroom. One thing I cannot stand in this world-to be hot when I sleep. It’s old, but, it works.

I colored my hair, yet again, tonight. It’s definitely blond. It’s also going to have to have a toner put on it. I have too much red in my hair. I’m considering myself multi-cultural at the moment.

I have to contact Books-A-Million tomorrow. They called wanting to set an interview. Hey, it’s better than calling people in the middle of dinner. I have sent my resume to several other places, one which I really want, a help desk tech at a local company. It’s only a temp position, but who knows. If they like me, they may keep me. We all know I’m such a freakin’ likable person.

Oh, and, in addition to the pencils and school supplies, I bought a pair of cute sandals. The price sticker said $2.00. I thought-this cannot be correct. By golly it was. Now, don’t laugh. The sandals were in the girls section at Wal Mart. A size 3. I can wear a size 3 in girls. I barely have feet.

Oh, Pete-my DSL is acting up so I am sorry I was knocked off-line. The phone dude Friday left a message saying it was my phone lines. Apparently, some place outside near the box on the side of the house, the wires are taped. He said he recommended having “someone” put in new wiring. I thought this is what the “guardian plan”, which I’m paying like $4 a month to have, was for. Apparently I’m wrong.

Folks in blogland, I hate to have to end this exciting snippet of my life, but alas, I must. No, no, don’t cry. I shall return.