I'm stuck in Denver right now and I'm hanging out at my Dad's house. He's not here, though. More likely than not, he's up in Blackhawk. I have to go to this art show tonight for school and it doesn't start until 7 p.m. I was planning on work taking up most of the afternoon since there was not enough flour to make dough before school, but the food delivery guys were late and the manager was making sauce until 3:30. Since there was no possible way to get the dough done before 5 (when I need to be out of there before the rush starts), I get to make 16 batches tomorrow. Yay, me. Of course, I'll have time since I quit working at one of the stores last week. The "new" manager (actually the old assistant that I absolutely DO NOT get along with) decided to fuck with me on the very first day and I was told by the owner that I either had to deal with him or I wasn't allowed to work there anymore. Good riddance. It won't be long before that store is totally run into the ground and I wouldn't be making enough money to make it worth it anyway. Sucky thing is I need to find another part-time job soon.
Last week was my birthday and let me tell you, having a September 11th birthday really sucks ass now thanks to those losers who thought attacking America was a good thing. So, all my actual celebrating took place on other days. Marcus took me to the Stagecoach Steakhouse here in Byers for a meal and then my Dad took me to Hops Steakhouse another day. We were actually going to go to Red Lobster, but they had a broken water pipe and were closed. We had a birthday get-together the Saturday between Mike's and my birthdays to exchange gifts and had a wonderful meal prepared by Nina. Then I went to Beau Jo's on Saturday with Marcus, Mike & Nina. Finally, Dad and I went to Sam Taylor's BBQ on Tuesday. Dang, I ate well that week.
Marcus has an appointment with a real estate guy tomorrow. We're going to try to sell the old mobile home again and move back to town. Neither of us thinks we can deal with another winter of driving to work on the open plains. Besides, I'm tired of wasting 14 hours of my week driving to and from town alone, nevermind the intown driving. I also want to host my own website. I'm tired of the incompetence of my current host.
Skippy is starting to act up. I had a feeling that he would when he realized he was alone. That's another reason I want to move back to town. I want to spend more time with my dog. He's 10 and I don't know how much longer he'll be around. It's going to be weird not having Skippy around. Marcus and I got him six months after we got together and we'll be celebrating our 10th anniversary next month. He's lived everywhere that we have. *sigh* Well, I'd best not think about that now. Too depressing.
School is going well. There are a couple of new people in our class that drive me nuts. One woman in particular has the "fake modesty" where she claims what she is doing is bad to fish for compliments. That drives me crazy. Oh, well. The two dudes I was complaining about a couple of weeks ago that didn't do their projects were thrown out of school. Yay! It's nice to be going to a place that isn't in it just for the money and holds the students to standards. It's very refreshing after that CollegeAmerica fiasco.
Well, I guess that's about it for now. I'd better post this while I can.