6/3/2003

Well, we got some of our planting done last night. We planted half of the corn, the lettuce, carrots, onions, green onions, peas and green beans. We took another look at the tomato’s and peppers the neighbors gave us as their leftovers and there are way more than we need of both. We offered some to hubbys mom but she’s already bought hers. So we might end up planting less melons and then planting all the tomato’s and peppers. I’m sure we’ll be able to find plenty of people to give our excess to. We’re kind of planting intending to have extra so we can share. Just like with the eggs, we have more than we need so we can share. Actually, we rarely use our eggs. I don’t eat eggs much unless they’re in something else I cook. The 3 eggs that went into the cake were the first one’s I used since last time I baked something. This veggie thing will be fun I think, I’ve never done anything like this in my life. I grew up in the suburbs. I’ve never really even seen a vegetable garden.

I’m starting to wonder when my mom is planning on coming back from Vegas. She’s been gone a week now. She never told me how long she was staying, just that she’d e-mail me when she got back and that she was checking her messages if I needed anything.

It’s really quiet today here at work. We got in twenty minutes late today and hardly any lights were even on. Usually the lights are on and there’s lots of people when I get in. Not today. Now it’s nearly 8 and it’s just me and fartman here. Fartman is the dorkwad that calls everyone “big boy”. He also has this disgusting habit of farting while walking down the hall like no one will notice. HELLO, EWW!! I think people tend to forget I’m behind that wall at the start of the hallway. Matter of fact I know they do. I had a big problem with people tapping and banging on my wall as they walked by when I first moved in to this box. I ended up hanging a sign on the outside of my wall that said “Please do not tap on my wall, it’s distracting”, when people starting noticing it they started coming clean that it was them sometimes and apologizing, saying that they never thought about the fact that someone was trying to work on the other side of that wall. HELLO, DUH! But anyway, now only one guy does it and he’s so wrapped up in himself most of the time that trying to get anything through his head is impossible. I can’t not think about the fact that there’s someone working on the on the other side of the wall, but seems most of the poeple I work around don’t think outside their own little world.

I’ve decided living in this state is a joke, and not a very funny one. I am getting so sick of hearing the retarded ass shit I hear on the news. I don’t know if the whole world is getting worse or if Connecticut just sucks more than Oklahoma did. I hear more shit about people killing each other and drive by’s. It’s getting insane. There is at least one drive-by shooting in Hartford a week plus other shootings in other places. There was a mailbox bomb in East Windsor reported too last night. I can’t decide what’s worse, living with natural disasters or mailbox bombs and drive-by’s. I haven’t felt as safe here as I did in Oklahoma since I moved here. I don’t really even go anywhere by myself simply because every time I do someone targets me and starts in with some god-damned story about how their car broke down or something. Like when I took my last 20 dollars once to try and buy a pair of pants for work to replace my pair that had ripped, this was back when we were poor ass. Some guy tried to convince me to give it to him so he could buy some gas. I told him I only had 20 dollars and needed it to replace my ONLY pair of work pants and he kept on bothering me. I could tell he didn’t REALLY have a problem, he looked fake, he sounded like he was lying and his damned car he kept pointing at was parked in a parking space. Cute place to “run out” of gas. Sorry fella, I’m not falling for it. I’ve only given one person on the street money in my entire life. I can generally tell when people are lying, I’m one hell of a liar myself. With parents as strict as mine were it was the only way I could get by with anything.

Speaking of parents my mom just got online, must be back from Vegas. I’m sure she’ll have lots to chat about so off I go.