Kevin's Watch

Jenn Cameraman-Galad wrote:NO WAY! He already said Hermione for a girl! I'm holding him to that one!

We apparantly don't have girls.

Seriously...what in the hell are we going to do...?

Boys names - easy! Just be sure it goes with the surname as well (and don't give em weird acronyms!! My poor sis is POT, and I am LST!! )


As for boys' names, how about these combos:

Daniel Richard
Joshua James
Luke Samuel
Dylan Andrew
Jack Daniel (hahah!)
Ciaran Lucas

BAH !! I'm PRVDM

Uh, congratulations drew. Sorta anyway or whatever. Good luck.

--A

Congrats Drew!


Been a bit of an emotional rollercoaster type day for me. Tired and a little down now.... So I say "Bring on Wednesday"!!!

I started a blog, and I filled my blogroll with the other blogs that I read. And I haven't actually blogged anything worth merit yet, but I start today.

Anyway, my favoritest blogger EVAH commented on my first pre-blog!! That makes me feel good

Also, I feel tired. Because I karaoked last night. And I didn't get home until 2. And I woke up at 6. And that makes me a sad panda. (A sad panda who does a mean rendition of All That Jazz!!)

...well I did awake grumpy after being up half the night with a baby with a fever...but after Wadds conjured up images of all the hot women associated with Bob Fosse tributes (Ann Reinkein, Catherine Zeta-Jones and Renee Zelwenger) I feel MUCH better!

AND I have pictures.

There's a chair involved.

Oh yes.

A chair???!!!

I feel very frustrated and torn. I have these old lady customers who don't have alot of money and they have this old 1986 Toyota Camry and it needs at the very least 3700 bucks worth of work and I tried and tried all day to talk them out of it. It possibly needs a transmission on top of the other work and they are insistent on fixing this car. It has some sort of sentimental value. I can't seem to reconcile my fierce reluctance to allow them to throw their money away with my responsibility to do as the customer wants. It would be one thing if the body/interior was in great shape but it's not. The car is a crapheap and the interior is trashed and smells like cat pee. It also has almost 200,000 miles on it. I literally told Carole that I wouldn't do it at one point and she said that she would take it to another shop if I refused but that she would rather that we did the work because she trusts us. I wish I could think of some way to get through to her. I hate seeing nice people throw copious amounts of money, that they can't really afford away for sentimental reasons. It's killing me folks.

Hmm. . did you ask her why the car was so important to her? I agree that there must be something sentimental to it. Maybe if you can get her to tell you the story, she may be more likely to part with the car, especially if you can make her understand that she isn't discounting the memories she has by letting the car go.

Either that, or call the nice English man from Clean Sweep over to talk them out of the car.

Good luck!

I tried to get her to tell me but she wouldn't.

Ahh. . . you did all you could.

I know, but I can't help feeling like both crying and banging my head on the desk. It's hard to watch good people make very bad decisions against all expert advice.

I feel sick at heart. Just talked to a ghost from my past, and though I managed to make it a decent conversation in the end I still had to break some hard truths to my old friend. I know my old friend must be hurting and even angry (has every right to be) with some of my friends, and it just hurts me to know someone I care about is hurting.

I know how you feel Wlyde. I've had to slap the truth into my friends more times than I can count. It always sucks, but is almost always worth it in the end.

Thanks, Balon. I sincerely hope it is worth it, 'cause right now I just feel sick. I don't do conflict well at all.

I'm the same way.

Closer to the Dude than Walter any day.

In any case, I think it'll all turn out well in the end.

Thanks.

A large envelope arrived at my house today--from my mother.

In it was another large sealed envelope. In it pages and pages of writing I did over a period of three months back in 1994, which I had then sealed away (like sealing away a part of me) and given to my mother for safekeeping.

I've just read it. It's like revisiting a ghost from the past. It scares me. It scares me because it's good (and I wonder why I can't write like that anymore). But more than that, it scares me because I realize that after 12 years there is one aspect of myself that *hasn't* changed...and it's the one thing that always causes me so much pain. And, even back then, I acknowledged it was bad for me...and even now I acknowledge it's bad for me...but still I continue.

Kind of makes me want to say to myself "What the f**k is wrong with you?!?!"