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Aug. 19th, 2009 @ 11:32 pm I'm still alive, really
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
Apparently, I utterly fail at the updating thing. A year and a half... ouch.

So, point form updates!
- At long last, I have finished school! Shiny piece of paper with my name on it, oh yes.
- Bought a new(ish) Jeep, sold the old car to my brother.
- As of yesterday, I am now in charge of the Teen Zone at the library! Bwhahaha! I'm already planning what to do with the remaining budget for my section; I think the graphic novels need a little love.

And does anyone have a TV they need to get rid of, or know of one being sold for cheap? It seems mine got fried during the last round of thunderstorms. Dammit.
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Dark and Sparkly, Credit: Laurahonest
Mar. 23rd, 2008 @ 11:22 am Farewell, Hunter.
Current Mood: shockedshocked
I just found out this morning through the wonders of Facebook (behold the sarcasm) that one of my childhood friends died a couple of months ago under "suspicious circumstances." Apparently, no official cause of death has been declared and several people are being investigated as possible suspects.

But what's amazing me is how hard this is actually hitting me. I hadn't seen Hunter in almost 10 years. But most of my childhood memories are from the small town we grew up in together and he and I were in all the same classes for years. His mom even taught us for grade 4. 
Whenever I've met up with any of the other ex-Rainbow Lake kids, Hunter would always come up in conversation eventually, "Oh, remember when...?" and such as we laughed about how he didn't walk his dog, but would hook Fang up to a sled or his roller-blades and go for a ride. All the hours spent on playgrounds, tagging along to our parent's softball or curling games and finding ways to amuse ourselves, proving that it is indeed possible to toboggan under that fence at the park by our houses...

I cannot believe just how shaken up I am. And I can't seem to stop sniffling. I'm not entirely sure if it's Hunter that I'm mourning, or the death of my childhood, or maybe it's a bit of both.

Oh, and Happy Easter, everyone. 
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Dark and Sparkly, Credit: Laurahonest
Nov. 12th, 2007 @ 12:17 am Ladies and Gents, Mom
Current Mood: gigglygiggly
Let's face it, my mom is awesome. We're alike enough that we probably should fight, but instead we just seem to read each others minds and gang up on my brother and Dad. 'Tis fun.
With it being the long weekend and (somehow) not having to work, I spent a lot of time with Mom. A few scenes from the weekend:

Saturday afternoon, Mom, Dad, and I are driving to the Christmas Market in the next town. Mom's decided that she will learn how to text message, after watching one of her students the day before. My mom still has issues with our VCR, so this sure to be interesting. And I'm in the front seat of the truck with her behind me. I spend half the drive trying to walk her through the texting process, even though I have no idea what her phone menu looks like, and the other half listening to her going, "So I press this and... sonofabitch! Start over and... So then I... Ha! I have to keep pressing the button, right? H-E-L-L-O... oh, you little bastard, it's supposed to be an 'O' not a '6!' Oh wait, I can just press it again... Yes!"  That Millarville drive has never gone by so fast.

Later, Mom and I are out shopping for some dinner (and a lot of junk food) while the guys are out at a hockey game. We're at the deli counter and waiting for the high school girl in the bakery to hunt down some mini-cheesecakes we were craving; I made a comment to Mom about how nice it was that the store still offered free cookies to kids, despite having been taken over by a larger company.
The bakery girl returns and Mom thanks her and says she has just one more request: "Since my daughter's been so well behaved while I shopped, can she please have a cookie?"  The girl laughs and gets my free cookie, while I'm turning a lovely shade of red (figures, the girl comes into my library on a regular basis. Damn.) Oh well, I got a chocolate cookie out of it, and mom got to giggle the rest of the way to the car. I almost miss the days when she preferred to try to trip me in the middle of the grocery aisle...  And at least nothing ended up on fire this time.

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Dark and Sparkly, Credit: Laurahonest
Oct. 8th, 2007 @ 09:13 pm If I were a book, I would be...

You're The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe!
by C.S. Lewis
You were just looking for some decent clothes when everything changed quite dramatically. For the better or for the worse, it is still hard to tell. Now it seems like winter will never end and you feel cursed. Soon there will be an epic struggle between two forces in your life and you are very concerned about a betrayal that could turn the balance. If this makes it sound like you're re-enacting Christian theological events, that may or may not be coincidence. When in doubt, put your trust in zoo animals.
Take the Book Quiz at the Blue Pyramid.

Squee! Only one of my favourite books of all time!
But, damn you Ian, now I can't even look at the cover without thinking, "Bite the German bitch's head off, ya Pussy!"
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Dark and Sparkly, Credit: Laurahonest
Dec. 8th, 2006 @ 11:07 pm That can't be good...
Current Mood: aggravatedaggravated
Current Music: Rob Thomas - Loney No More
My laptop is officially trying to commit suicide.  >_<   Argh, 'tis the suck.
One corner of the monitor is cracked, and the hard drive has started making odd random noises every now and then. And, according to my mom, it's making some other weird noise that is (apparently) out of my hearing range.
I'm praying my computer holds out another 6 months or so until I can scrape together the money for a replacement. Stupid tuition/textbooks/car payments/gas/insurance eating up all my money...
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Nov. 16th, 2006 @ 12:05 pm *giggle giggle*
Stalking through the mock_the_stupid community and came across this gem in one of the posts: 
"Instead the sting intensified to a molten burning & he commenced to howling & whooping & jitterbugging like an epileptic actor doing a bad sterotype Indian war dance, causing his date to make a frantic & largely incoherent call to 911. "

For some reason, that sentence just totally made my day. I'm gonna go over here and continue giggling now...
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Dark and Sparkly, Credit: Laurahonest
Sep. 18th, 2006 @ 10:46 pm Oh yeah, that's why I love my job...
Current Mood: jubilantjubilant
Current Music: Unwritten Law - Seeing Red
Just had one of those lovely shifts that makes you feel all special and luved and good at your job:
1)Caleigh (aka my supervisor) asked me if, once the new budget goes through, I'd mind doing the buying for the Graphic Novels? Translation: Do I object to being given a Visa card, a $500 limit, and set loose in Chapter to buy manga and comics? *happy happy dance!*
2)My other job at the bookstore is about to come to an end (*sniffles* Too bad she's decided to close). And I overheard Tessa (the big boss lady) talking to one of the other librarians about how, "Whitney only has 4 shifts a week with us! We need to get her in here more." Apparently, the boss is happy with me, good to know!
3)I got free manga! It was a gift from Claire, one of the TeenAdvisoryGroup kids who moved back here from Japan last summer. She's an awesome kid, a smarter version of me at that age. I got to work and in my inbox there was a copy of "Tsubasa Chronicles" and a note saying that she just wanted to thank me for helping her out and being so nice to her. *sniffles* This on top of the hand-painted candles she brought be back from her last trip to Japan. I adore that whole family. ;)
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Dark and Sparkly, Credit: Laurahonest
Jan. 13th, 2006 @ 11:16 pm Must...not...kill
Current Mood: pissed offpissed off
Current Music: Labyrinth - Chilly Down
I am beyond livid right now...

Back in November, we arranged for Home Care to come in every weekday afternoon to help my grandma. Just to give her lunch (which is pre-made and waiting in the fridge to be microwaved, or just unwrapped), give her the lunch-time medications she's one, and a bath twice a week.
There was a slight issue the first visit with the HC worker giving Grandma both her lunch and supper pills at once. Ok, fine, no really big deal and it was taken care of.

Yesterday, NO ONE freaking showed up!

No one to feed her, get her pills, and it was her shower day. HC was supposed to show up around 11AM. At 1:30PM, still no sign of them. She would have called my dad, she had the # memorized and we keep a phone by her chair, but he was out of town and my phone is turned off while I'm in school. So Grandma got her own food and pills (which, honestly, amazed the hell out of me, since she can't really even SEE the food on her plate. Even she admits that she never wants to have to try to do that again.

I could have happily committed homicide when I got home and found out. I mean, Grandma was OK, but what if her sugar levels were way off and she needed insulin? Or if she'd been someone else who NEEDS heart medications or something at certain times? We called the head of Home Care, and I think she was just as mad as my family. I hope someone gets their ass dragged over the coals for this one...
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Dark and Sparkly, Credit: Laurahonest
Dec. 23rd, 2005 @ 09:29 pm And a Merry Fucking Christmas to you too, Asshole
To set the stage, along with all the home stuff, I'm also currently in the midst of the 3rd throat infection I've caught in the last two months, and had a moment of sheer panic when I went to wrap my brother's Christmas gift and realized the store had put the wrong thing in the box. And today, I was in a lovely little hit-and-run type accident.

I was backing out of a parking spot at a mall when some idiot came screeching around the corner and hit my car. I pull back into my spot as Idiot pulls into a spot behind me. We get out of our cars, his huge Jeep isn't even scratched, while my back passenger bumper has been totally smashed in. It's not even the same side as the previous incident, which still hasn't been fixed.
I tell the guy that we need to exchange insurance information and whatnot. He tells me "There's no damage to my truck and I don't want my insurance to go up." Before I can even think to react, he's back in the truck and gone.
I've got a witness to accident, but neither of us got the Jeep's license number. I did file a police report, but I doubt anything will come of it.
I just want to find the bastard and make him pay for the $750 dollars in new damage he's caused.
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Dark and Sparkly, Credit: Laurahonest
Dec. 20th, 2005 @ 12:05 am Explainations
Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
Ok, time to explain the "Fuck" entry from about a month ago. And to explain just what's been going on in my world. I know I've had to cancel/turn down a lot of plans and cut short lots of phone and MSN conversations over the last month and a half. Since everyone seems to read my LJ, despite never commenting *hint hint, you lazy people!* it's quicker and, for me, better to fill everyone in this way.

Frantic. Stressful. Hell. And that only begins to describe what's been going on in my world.
But things are calming down around here and my University finals are over, thank God. I love school, not so much a fan of the essays and exams.

Ok, the move.
My family bought the house with my parents planning to make it their retirement home and just in case my grandparents ever had to move in with us. There are less stairs, and they were getting old and grandpa was having some definite health issues, with his leukemia flaring up again. Plus, there's my grandma. I love her to bits, but she's: Blind. Obese. Diabetic. Had a stroke. Grandma getting herself a glass of water is cause for celebration.
On Nov 1l, just as we were starting to move into the new house, we got a call. My grandpa had passed out in the shower, hit his head, was knocked out, and taken to the hospital via ambulance. He had a couple of infections, pneumonia, and is being stubborn about not wanting to use his oxygen tank. Initial freak-out, but 5 of my grandpa's sister live near them, so they took care of my grandma. This caused plans to change to "Let's move the grandparents into the house on Nov. 26." Which caused other problems. Including the almost $30 thousand in debt (new furniture, and who the hell gives a 72 yr old man a loan for a new van?!)
The basement level was only 2/3 finished when we bought the house. The plan was for Evan to temporarily sleep in the upstairs bedroom while the basement (and his room) were finished. But the contractor we hired never actually showed up, and 3 days AFTER the job was supposed to be done, he left a note taped to our door saying he couldn't take on the task we hired him for. Thank you, asshole. And my grandparents were moving in with us in a week. We finally found someone, but Evan ended up spending almost 2 weeks sleeping on the couch.

And, of course, the actual moving process. We hired the same big company that's always moved us (they have a contract with my dad's company). So they showed up at 9 in the morning to help with the move. 2 of the guys were great, but the third was drunk. At 9 AM. We had a talk with his boss, then just made sure the guy wasn't carrying anything heavy or valuable.
A week after the move, we realized that Mom's checkbook is missing from a set of drawers the drunk guy moved. Dammit.

So, the 26th arrives. My uncle had spent a week with Grandma, packing up the apartment. Grandpa was still in the hospital, so it was arranged to have him transferred to a local hospital via ambulance. So we drove the 3 hours to my grandparent's apartment, loaded up their stuff, and started moving it into our house. After a quick supper we took a break and all went to visit Grandpa in the hospital.
We visited and made some arrangements for when he would be released and settled into the new house.

10 minutes after we left, Grandpa died.

As much as I loved him, the hardest part has been looking after Grandma.
I'm a full-time University student with 2 part-time jobs, both my parents work in the next city, Dad's job causes him to be out of town at least 10 days a month, and my brother is pretty much useless. W arranged for Home Help Aid and a few other services (there were some issues there. Like the Home nurse who gave my Grandma her lunch and supper pills all at once. Then denied it when we asked her about it.)

I've been doing more than I should, and I was so far behind I could see my own ass. But I think we've got everything figured out now. I sure as hell hope we do.
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