One more unique thing to Kodiak: Most thru streets have the right of way, yet Mission street has a stop in the middle to let Bobby Benson run straight into a guard rail.
The reason is simple: Black ice is a requirement here. BB Road is coming off of the hill. Now you can slide through the intersection without it being illegal.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Sunday, September 18, 2005
ugh.
What in the world posesses me sometimes? I just picked up a third job. I SO want to leave the coffee shop behind, but every time I get ready, something else falls through.
Alaska is just way too expensive to live in sometimes. I have a friend renting to me at less than half the price of the going rate on the island, and I still can't afford to take a couple of weeks off to be in Kansas (to remind me of why I left).
It's wierd. My brother flies back to KS even when it's not a great idea, maybe to re-affirm where he came from. I wanna fly back to see all of my frinds and Thank God I don't live in that cesspool anymore.
Alaska is just way too expensive to live in sometimes. I have a friend renting to me at less than half the price of the going rate on the island, and I still can't afford to take a couple of weeks off to be in Kansas (to remind me of why I left).
It's wierd. My brother flies back to KS even when it's not a great idea, maybe to re-affirm where he came from. I wanna fly back to see all of my frinds and Thank God I don't live in that cesspool anymore.
living in alaska
You learn things no matter where you are.
There is this new truck commercial, where a guy throws a fish to get a bear out of the road. Have you seen it? It's mildly funny, but it takes on a different life depending on who you see it with.
My friends and I saw it Friday night. These were the comments:
"Daddy, why is he getting the salmon out?" ( R.'s 5 year old daughter)
"Is he HIGH?"
"Take the other fish, at least."
"Another tourist dies tomorrow...."
We ended up playing poker instead of Halo, but it was a nice change. Actually, the guys played, I watched. It will probably be another two poker nights before I buy in. I like to get the feeling of the game. R. might have picked up on that when I watched him and G. play Burnout3 one night. we started the xbox up at 9 and I didn't ask to touch the controller until around one a.m.
Come to think of it, I did that in Baltimore, too. I watched Rook games for about three weeks before I joined in. Now, out here, there's so damn few mennonites that Rook is out of the question. I wonder at times what they'd do if I dug out a game of Dutch Blitz.
There is this new truck commercial, where a guy throws a fish to get a bear out of the road. Have you seen it? It's mildly funny, but it takes on a different life depending on who you see it with.
My friends and I saw it Friday night. These were the comments:
"Daddy, why is he getting the salmon out?" ( R.'s 5 year old daughter)
"Is he HIGH?"
"Take the other fish, at least."
"Another tourist dies tomorrow...."
We ended up playing poker instead of Halo, but it was a nice change. Actually, the guys played, I watched. It will probably be another two poker nights before I buy in. I like to get the feeling of the game. R. might have picked up on that when I watched him and G. play Burnout3 one night. we started the xbox up at 9 and I didn't ask to touch the controller until around one a.m.
Come to think of it, I did that in Baltimore, too. I watched Rook games for about three weeks before I joined in. Now, out here, there's so damn few mennonites that Rook is out of the question. I wonder at times what they'd do if I dug out a game of Dutch Blitz.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Asked out
Heh, I got asked out this afternoon. I actually gave this guy my phone number, wondering all the time what state of mental breakdown I was in to rattle it off to him.
Maybe something will happen...at least a dinner.
Food. the ultimate bribe. I thought it was guys that were supposed to be led by their stomachs. I don't like to eat alone, and often have toyed with the idea of inviting an odd friend to lunch on Fridays.
I met the guy a week ago, in the liquor store. Here's me holding two Fischer's bottles (I don't like to drink alone either), and him carrying a case of Alaskan amber...and we're wracking our brains to come up with a clean joke for once. After honing my skills on funky jokes for years, it's harder to do than I thought. We even talked Bible stories...in a liquor store. <-- ;-P
Well, we'll see. I've gotten a lot of enjoyment out of describing the guys who've asked me to dinner/coffee in the past, from paranoid schitzophrenic (talk about an eye for details!) to just plain creepy. I dunno where this guy falls yet.
Maybe something will happen...at least a dinner.
Food. the ultimate bribe. I thought it was guys that were supposed to be led by their stomachs. I don't like to eat alone, and often have toyed with the idea of inviting an odd friend to lunch on Fridays.
I met the guy a week ago, in the liquor store. Here's me holding two Fischer's bottles (I don't like to drink alone either), and him carrying a case of Alaskan amber...and we're wracking our brains to come up with a clean joke for once. After honing my skills on funky jokes for years, it's harder to do than I thought. We even talked Bible stories...in a liquor store. <-- ;-P
Well, we'll see. I've gotten a lot of enjoyment out of describing the guys who've asked me to dinner/coffee in the past, from paranoid schitzophrenic (talk about an eye for details!) to just plain creepy. I dunno where this guy falls yet.
employment
I didn't go for the librarian job. walked into the job service center almost completely unprepared- compared to the others that were in there doing the same thing. So I chickened out. I didn't feel right about it, and when that happens, the very core of my being starts to shake until I just have to get the hell out of wherever I am.
I really don't call that chickening out too often. It's usually good sense. I was vibrating like a plucked harpstring until I reached Colby, Kansas, the night I left. Okay, so it was being a chicken. But I could leave, so I did.
Anyway. my folks's prayers were answered, in a way. The day of the deadline, things were slow at the furniture store, so I didn't have to work, which opened up my entire day. the opportunity was there to take, I just chose not to. (But I thanked God for giving me the choice). I just don't feel comfortable enough yet to try my hand at being a snarky librarian again. At least on this island, I know it'll come open again eventually.
So, God opened up another window. I start training at CostSavers on Wednesday morning. I'm not ready to give up either of my other jobs yet, so I let M. know (Of course, by tomorrow, I might be ready to shove the job.) that I still want to work for her...I just don't know the scheduling details yet. R. told me to tell A. that I could work anywhere, and R. would work around him. He reminded me that my job was basically there to give him a day off...and since he is a workaholic, my times could be moved around.
Costsavers could be full time, yet let me out of the shop by 8 p.m, if I closed, and I could sleep in 'til 7:30 even if I open. And I'd get a real lunch break again.
Actually, cross your fingers again and pray that this is going to be something worthwhile. I'm going to try and put in a 13 hour day tomorrow (which WON'T last for long if this is the right deal. )
Eventually, I'm gonna have to go back to one job. I just want to be the one to make that choice, not the employers.
I really don't call that chickening out too often. It's usually good sense. I was vibrating like a plucked harpstring until I reached Colby, Kansas, the night I left. Okay, so it was being a chicken. But I could leave, so I did.
Anyway. my folks's prayers were answered, in a way. The day of the deadline, things were slow at the furniture store, so I didn't have to work, which opened up my entire day. the opportunity was there to take, I just chose not to. (But I thanked God for giving me the choice). I just don't feel comfortable enough yet to try my hand at being a snarky librarian again. At least on this island, I know it'll come open again eventually.
So, God opened up another window. I start training at CostSavers on Wednesday morning. I'm not ready to give up either of my other jobs yet, so I let M. know (Of course, by tomorrow, I might be ready to shove the job.) that I still want to work for her...I just don't know the scheduling details yet. R. told me to tell A. that I could work anywhere, and R. would work around him. He reminded me that my job was basically there to give him a day off...and since he is a workaholic, my times could be moved around.
Costsavers could be full time, yet let me out of the shop by 8 p.m, if I closed, and I could sleep in 'til 7:30 even if I open. And I'd get a real lunch break again.
Actually, cross your fingers again and pray that this is going to be something worthwhile. I'm going to try and put in a 13 hour day tomorrow (which WON'T last for long if this is the right deal. )
Eventually, I'm gonna have to go back to one job. I just want to be the one to make that choice, not the employers.
Friday, September 02, 2005
New Orleans
The talk of the western world. Been there, spent a week in the Square. I was telling my cousin the other day that NO has survived two devistating fires, a bout or two with Yellow fever, and not a few hurricanes. It will struggle out of the damage again. Changed, but still New Orleans.
I can't talk about the loss of life now, any more than I could when the towers fell. There's a point I hit where I can't feel about the dead anymore. Kansas has its shares of natural disasters, and people die.
Boom.
Not on this plane of existence. Maybe on another, maybe not.
Let's go on. This might be a hiccup on the grand plan for civilization, and it needs to be dealt with. Give them their moment of silence and respect, but don't die along with them.
I can't talk about the loss of life now, any more than I could when the towers fell. There's a point I hit where I can't feel about the dead anymore. Kansas has its shares of natural disasters, and people die.
Boom.
Not on this plane of existence. Maybe on another, maybe not.
Let's go on. This might be a hiccup on the grand plan for civilization, and it needs to be dealt with. Give them their moment of silence and respect, but don't die along with them.
Heh heh.
Vida. The ups and downs that make life what it is. I almost ran the complete gamut yesterday.
Heart dropping from seeing one friend back with his ex, to averting the eyes when another came out from the shower without realizing I was nearby. <---Ooh, his wife got a kick outta that.
It's gonna take a little time before I stop blushing about it. Him too.
The first one bites because there's either something about the ex that I don't like, or there's a jealousy that I don't want to admit. I just want to see him with another woman to figure that one out. He does like us-- voluptuous -- types. *sigh* There's so few in the world that voice the fact that they like curvy ( very curvy in my case) women. then again, maybe there's more that just don't care. The last three guys that I dated were not skinny or well built in any way, the skinny one in my group was an asshole, and the "built" ones wouldn't give us the time of day anyway. But I would like one that... I dunno. I'd just like one at this point.
Heart dropping from seeing one friend back with his ex, to averting the eyes when another came out from the shower without realizing I was nearby. <---Ooh, his wife got a kick outta that.
It's gonna take a little time before I stop blushing about it. Him too.
The first one bites because there's either something about the ex that I don't like, or there's a jealousy that I don't want to admit. I just want to see him with another woman to figure that one out. He does like us-- voluptuous -- types. *sigh* There's so few in the world that voice the fact that they like curvy ( very curvy in my case) women. then again, maybe there's more that just don't care. The last three guys that I dated were not skinny or well built in any way, the skinny one in my group was an asshole, and the "built" ones wouldn't give us the time of day anyway. But I would like one that... I dunno. I'd just like one at this point.
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