A friend of mine posted this story on his news feed today.  Apparently, a Louisiana justice of the Peace has decided he won’t issue marriage licenses to interracial couples.  Why?  Because both racial groups do not accept children from interracial marriages. 

Ok, that makes sense.  No wait. It doesn’t.  At all.   It may well be true that these children are not accepted as well into society.  Guess what?  That’s not the fault of the parents, it’s the fault of idiots like this guy.

I would like to point out to this man that if these two people wanted to have children, they don’t have to be married.  Sperm and eggs don’t know about marriage. 

Today, a six year old boy climbed into a helium aircraft and floated into the sky.  Seriously.  The story made the news, with everyone wondering how to get him down.  I hardly think this is the question.  As a matter of fact, as with any helium balloon, I would venture to say that if you just leave it alone it will deflate eventually.  I think the bigger question is- Who has a giant helium balloon aircraft in their yard?  And if you had such aircraft, who lets their child run around unsupervised near it, with the chance it could just take off? 

I would like to commend this kid.  It’s pretty likely he thought flying around in the aircraft was awesome.  I’m pretty sure it’s every little kid’s dream.  I’m also pretty sure he had just watched Up.  Scout badge awarded kid.

Well, as typical with my nomadic lifestyle, I’ve reached a point where I have nothing to do.  Therefore, I blog.  Hopefully consistently. 

The “nothing to do points” often coincide with other not so fun points in my life, such as not making any money and living with dad.  At some points I’m pretty sure that living with my dad at my age is pretty pathetic.  I have more and more friends hopping on the engaged/ married/ buying a house/ having a child train.  Other times I’m just glad that the train has no tracks anywhere near my dad’s house.  I’m okay with staying here for a few reasons- a) it’s more like squatting.  I never do it for more than a couple months at a time.  b)  I’ve enjoyed my nomadic lifestyle.  Everything I own fits in my car.  If I needed to pick up and move tomorrow, I could. c)He’s never really here.

And D) I have all intentions of getting a real job in January.  That’s right, no more festivals, seasons, or foreign countries for me.  I know, we’ve been through this before.  But the fact of the matter is that at some point in my life I have to have a job with benefits and things.  January seems like as good a time as any.

So, as I normally do during my squatting periods, I plan on randomly working, taking road trips, watching tv, and enjoying what is probably, hopefully, the last time I don’t have to pay rent. (Thanks Dad!)

Anyway, here’s a couple gems from my conversations with my dad.  Oh home…

Windex

I walk into the kitchen this morning to find my dad windexing the trash can and wood cabinets.  His response? “I windex everything.”

Tacos

We had tacos tonight for dinner.  The package made 12 tacos.  After eating 2, my dad told me I had to eat 4 more because he didn’t want leftovers.  I told him there was no way I was eating half the tacos.  He told me I could just eat 2 more tacos.  “Why Dad, are you going to really eat 8 tacos? ”  “No,” he replies. “I’m going to take all of the stuff and mix it together for a taco salad.  Then I’ve only eaten 3 tacos and one taco salad.”

So today starts the time in my life when I have to start deciding what to do next.  Why you ask… Today I got the “seeing if you’re interested in coming back’ email from Sundance…. Sundance…. look for a full time job…. Sundance… real job… party with movies stars and see films for free… dental insurance and a steady income…

Damn it.

Today before work I went to Wal-Mart.  At this Wal-Mart at about 8:45, they do their little morning meeting.  This always leaves me annoyed, as I’m typically the sixth person in line at the Express Lane, yet I’m watching 40 something employees stand around the produce section doing absolutely nothing.  Well, I shouldn’t say nothing… they do things like cheers and stretches- none of which get me through the line faster.  

So I get up to the cashier, and she asks how I am.  “Eh, alright,”  I respond, then ask her how she’s doing.  Now whether she saw me glaring at the annoying morning meeting, read the annoyance on my face, or just thought I looked like a person she could share this with I don’t know, but her response kind of shocked me.  “Okay,” she replied, “but I’ll be a lot better when this meeting is over.  ‘Give me a W!  Give me an A!  And arm circles… Really? Yeah, I’ll be better when this stupid shit moves away from my station.”

BEST Wal-Mart Cashier. EVER.

Well clearly for a while I failed at this blog.  And a lot of things have changed since I wrote last, both in my life and the other blogs I read (which I haven’t really kept up with either).  But every once in a while- like now- I have something that I need to throw out into the blogosphere.  Here goes…

At the end of my second ship contract, I dated a musician, probably against my better judgement.  It was one of those situations where he liked me more than I liked him.  I was the first person he dated since he’d gotten divorced, he was… well,… not the first person I’d been with that contract.  Anyway, we dated for about a week, which in ship life is closer to 2 months.  During  this week, he wrote me a song.  Now, this is awkward for two reasons 1.) because we aren’t really on the same like-each-other level, and 2.) because it is always awkward to have someone sing a song to you.  Trust me, I’m not really a romantic type of girl, and in no way is this cute.

Anyway, I broke up with him, but that didn’t really seem to sink in.  I only had one week left on my contract, and spent it hanging out with my friends, intentionally keeping myself pretty busy.  I got an email or two right after I got off the ship, but after a couple less-than-warm replies, I figured he’d given up. 

A year later, I got a message on MySpace from him, saying that he recorded the song and asking if I wanted a copy.  I didn’t reply.  Really, a year later?  I had pretty much forgotten about the whole thing, and not wanting to encourage any rekindling type of behavior, figured that was the best move.  It was kind of an awkward choice to make, as I’m friends with most of my exes and we have many friends in common. 

Today, I logged onto mySpace to find a couple friend requests and a message.  I hardly ever use the account, but once in a while get on and catch up.  In my inbox, was a message from him.  I got through enough to read that the song is now posted on his site before I logged off MySpace.  I didn’t even want to read the rest.

Damn technology….

Today 24 called me.  Not Jack Bauer personally, but almost just as cool. 

I’m sitting at my desk and my phone rings.  It’s a woman from Fox in New York.  They saw on my work website  that my favorite show is 24.  Clearly, I think this is a giant April Fool’s joke.  But it wasn’t.  And I can’t tell you what it was about, but the important thing is that Jack Bauer loves me.

Clearly, this whole new job/ keep blogging thing isn’t working out very well.  Turns out, having a real grownup job makes me tired.  I got to work, sometimes the gym, watch TV and go to sleep.  And next week I get to work 12 hours a day.  Every day.  Yes, that includes the weekend.  Awesome.

That being said, there are parts of my job that I really like.  There are also parts that I really hate.  Mostly sales.  I don’t even think I can explain how much I hate calling people and trying to make them buy tickets.  My typical sales conversation goes something like this:

Hi! Would you like to hear about our ticket packages?

No.

Okay, bye.

I’ve also learned that I work with a handful of people that are really annoying.  Most of them work in seperate parts of the office, but one in particular works within 15 feet of me.  Another coworker and I like to make fun of him via Facebook chat, and it’s pretty much the only way I get through the day.  Not only is he regularly annoying, but he’s the loudest person I’ve ever met.  I often wonder if he realizes he speaks louder than anyone else on the planet in the office.

But there is some joy in my life, in the form of March Madness.  Aside from the PAC-10, I’ve done pretty well with my bracket.  And since I love winning, the situation puts me in a pretty good mood.

Anyway, I promise I’ll start blogging more.  I also promise hope that the entries will be better than this one.

When the Top 36 voting rounds of American Idol start, I always figured that they took they best 9 people and divided them into separate groups.  This way, they hopefully do well and the producers have the Top 12 show they want.  I think there is no way these groups are randomly divided.  What if a group was full of not-so-good people?

In Rounds 1 and 2, I looked at the group and went, “This person, this person and whoever sings best are making it through.”  And I’ve been right, or at least pretty close.  Danny Gokey? Check.  Adam Lambert? Check. 

Since I didn’t have TV during the Round 2 week, I didn’t know who was in group 3. (I know, I could have looked it up on the internet when I got internet service this weekend.  I didn’t- mostly because I didn’t even think about it.)  But damn… Group 3 was stacked!

I missed Von, but from the looks of the clips at the end, I feel like he might have over sang a bit.  But besides him, there are 7 or 8 people that I wouldn’t mind putting through to the next round.  Who do I think is in for sure?  Lil Rounds and Scott MacIntyre.  Lil was the best of the night and has been consistently good.  Scott wasn’t the strongest guy last night, but he’s gotten way too much coverage on the show for him to not make it through.  The better question is who makes it through in the third spot?  Kristin McNamara- who has also had a lot of coverage and sings well consistently?  Felicia Barton- who, just like Ejay Day from Season 1 made it through after the fact?  The “Cute as a Button” girl- who didn’t sing well, but is cute?  Jorge Nunez?  Kendall Beard?  Nathaniel Marshall?

I have finally rejoined the land of internet and television.  I kept on thinking “I haven’t had internet in FOREVER,” but really, it was 4 days.  I don’t know how people live without the internet.  Seriously.

Well, after two days in the car, I started my new job on Tuesday.  Man, do I have a lot of work to do.  But it’s actually things I enjoy doing, so it alright.

Well, I don’t have a ton of time to update, but just wanted to rejoin the blogging world for a little bit…

Have a good one!