RetroPost: 7.29.05

{Saved from Xanga} So, Missy wasn't mad at me, she was mad at Noah due to yet another gay misunderstanding... Unfortunately, that meant that we spent last night doing nothing since they were fighting. We did go up to Reno to get the boys their tattoos and it ended up being a bust. Between the fighting and our total lack of planning, we drove up there for nothing. So we went home. They seemed to be OK- shaky, of course, as you usually feel after a fight- but they went home last night. It's understandable. You don't want to be away from where you're most comfortable when you feel so uncomfortable. Anyway, the only good thing (sort of) that came out of our pointless trip was the fact that some chick was getting a tattoo on her lower back when we went in and I am now 100% convinced I'm NOT getting a tattoo. I feel kinda bad cuz Kevin and Stef gave me tattoo money for my birthday and they did the same for Missy... But I just don't think I could get myself to do it. No, I know I couldn't. And I won't. So now I have $100. I don't know what I'm going to do with it yet... save it. Having cash like that without a purpose sort of freaks me out. That and I've never had birthday money before. Weird. Anyway, I just hope they get over it and come back to the house for role playing tonight and our Birthday Bash tomorrow. Whatever happens, happens I guess. I'm feeling anxious, tho'.

RetroPost: 7.28.05

{Saved from Xanga} Well, now I'm 21 and it doesn't feel like anything special. Billy did his preoccupied best at making my day special and did an all right job of it. I seriously considered playing hooky today but thought the better of it... But the day's almost over and I'll be back at home exhausting myself again with all our friends. I hope Missy's not mad since I'm sure at this point she's caught wind that I don't want to get a tattoo. It was a very serious consideration for a couple days but I'm fairly sure I'm not going through with it. The idea makes me feel sick at this point so, no. I'm not even sure if Billy and Kevin are going to do it anymore. Maybe. Maybe not. We'll see. I'm not really looking forward to life going back to normal on Monday. I've felt too complete these last couple weeks. We're just falling into the groove of being a group again and now it's damn near over. I'm going to enjoy every last drop of these next couple of days. Many happy thoughts, Jilli

RetroPost: 7.26.05

{Saved from Xanga} Tomorrow's my birthday!!! After bypassing some serious hard feelings about Billy having the day off and me having to work, I'm feeling pretty good about it. I'll just wake him up so he can't sleep in and then make him do something nifty for me when I get off work! Anyway, what I'm really looking forward to is Saturday- Missy and I are finally doing a joint birthday party the way we always should have. We're doing a roving 3-course meal each with it's complimentary alcoholic beverage. And the whole group will be together just as it always should have been. After that, we'll all go our seperate ways but we have this weekend... I wish Kevin wasn't leaving already. He makes the group feel complete again. So here I am on the eve of my 21st birthday and life is looking good and looking up. There's nothing we can't do...

RetroPost: Summer has its ups and downs...

{Saved from The Nest} I think my Billy is going to strangle me one of these nights. Not on purpose, just out of exasperation. I know if I were him, I'd be exasperated with me too. I. CANNOT. DEAL. WITH. HEAT. Seeing as I'm a lifelong Nevadan who was born in the middle of summer, you'd think I'd be used to it by now. But no. I can't take it in any form. So nights are the worst for I am a cranky kid without sleep. I doze off slightly just to awake hot and sticky and thirsty all the while ranting and raving and cursing and causing a horrible ruckus that wakes him up. Our little swamp cooler in the living room has been working double time as of late and it seems to only cool down the front room. It might cool down our bedroom, seeing as the little window fan in there does next to nothing, but we have to keep the door closed at night since one precious little kitty likes to pee on laundry (and sometimes beds) and our fabulous black labs want to sleep on our bed... So no. Not to mention their panting drives me up the wall especially when I'm hot and Puka the Farting Dog could wake the dead when she let's one off. There's just no happy medium... Anyway, I DO like summer. Billy, me and my best friend, Missy are all summer babies so at the very least it's a happy kind of celebration season. I just spend a good part of my night with sincere prayers of one day having central air conditioning... ~jilli~

RetroPost: 7.20.05

{Saved from Xanga} I knew from the moment I sliced my thumb on the box of donuts this morning that today held oddities of a disastrous nature. Well, perhaps not disastrous. But certainly something off would be lurking in the shadows of the day as it progressed. I didn't have to wait very long. Just another half hour drive to see that the new girl's car wasn't in the parking lot again. I voiced the fact that if she kept this up, she would get fired, regardless of the fact that we're perpetually short-handed. Ah, but another few minutes took me inside where my two supervisors were standing behind the teller line with looks on their faces showing a mix of worry, incredulity and a slight whisper of jaded amusement. Seeing as I'm in a Harry Potter mindset at the moment, I'm beginning to view the receptionist position almost as the Defense Against the Dark Arts position. The girl that was originally hired for the position, Daylene, went to work in another branch one day, and never came back. So they gave the position to Jenn because she was pregnant at the time and wouldn't have to be on her feet. When she went on "maternity leave" (aka faking bed rest to get a long chunk of time off while still keeping her job), I got saddled with it, grumbling all the way. I hold the all time receptionist record, sitting there for SIX FRICKIN' MONTHS!!! Tho' I can't complain too much. I don't mind getting paid to sit there and go online all day. Anyway, even after Jenn got back, I stayed there since she was bringing her baby to work. After she quit, they had no choice but to bring me back to the teller line seeing as now, I was the teller with the most experience, aka the only teller. In the meantime, Faith was pushing them to hire Noah which was a mistake. I knew for a fact that he really didn't want the job, but against my advice, he got talked into it. He was receptionist for all of three days, while I was training in California, before he quit to go to a job he really wanted, which was really no job at all. Since they had already given my back my teller station, that I was going to hold onto for dear life, they plopped Kori down behind the front desk which she obviously loathed. Finally, they hired Adriana who seemed like a godsend. Someone with banking experience who was friendly, quick to learn, and spoke Spanish. Perfect! But here we are, a month later, and she's turned in her keys. This is quite hilarious, indeed. Who next, I wonder? And how long will they last?

RetroPost: -_-;;;;;;

{Saved from The Nest} Back at work, days seem endless when your looking forward to something. I'm going to be taking a half a week off to visit with a good friend of mine from out of town. I sure wish my wife had enough time to take off of, well she does...only backwards.... But soon she'll get back on track and then we can take another vacation cause we need it. I think everyone should get a vacation at least once a month even if its just for a 3-day weekend. just something. I can't think of working the rest of my life so i'm trying to come up with an idea to get me rich so i can retire early anyone got an ideas???? keizo Love you baby, only 2 months and a little till you've had me for 2 years... crazy huh?

RetroPost: 7.18.05

{Saved from Xanga} This weekend seemed so long, it seemed a mute point to come back to work today. Necessary evil, tho', seeing as we spent a junk load of money as of late. But, hell. It was fun. Missy and I had some girl time of Friday for the first time in forever and it was really amazingly fun. Then, the five of us drank ourselves stupid... Saturday was pretty boring, but I did finish my tarty British book! I did that while half-watching Million Dollar Baby- not my favorite movie ever but it contained the BEST quote ever! "There are no demi-gods, you f*cking pagan!" Hee hee! Anyways, after that I konked out on the floor due to lack of sleeping off the alcohol. The boys started playing some weird linked Gameboy game that they played for like six hours. After my nap, I buckled down to read the Order of the Phoenix. As of the moment, I'm now a little over half way through. When Billy & Kevin go to Carson tonight, I'm going to read my butt off. So yeah. By the end of Saturday, my brain was mush and I was slightly grouchy about the nothingness of the day. In retrospect, I think each of us needed the nothing for one reason or another. The thing that perked me up was Missy saying no to Doug's Saturday offer. It's not entirely Missy-like to turn down a free-lobster-in-Sacramento adventure in exchange for lounging on our dingy old sofa with our stinky dogs for a whole day. Yay! Things are looking up considerably for us crazy kids. Anyway, we made up for our lack of action yesterday. Kevin carted us up to Reno in his rental (world's scariest driver...) and we tried for Vietnamese which ended up being closed ("no noodles today!" ) thus sending us to Chili's (where Missy's lesbian side came out about the waitress' ass, tweeking out Kevin) where we came up with the plan for our birthday (going to three different restaurants and getting an appetizer, entree, and dessert each from a different place with a complementing alcoholic beverage- aka getting the satisfaction of using our newly important IDs and not getting totally shnonkered 30 miles from home) then popped over to Barnes & Noble for Harry Potter (there is nothing more beautiful then stepping into a bookstore and wrapping your hands around a thick, freshly printed book... feeling the weight in your hands... being tantalized by the idea of losing yourself in a storyline... becoming a student of Hogwarts and watching every move of Harry Potter... ) then we went to Target for movie candy and went to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (which was totally nutters but funny as hell ) and onward home where us girls read and the boys played Yu-Gi-Oh. Kick ass weekend. So here I am back at work... BLAH! And if I hear Sue laugh one more time I just may snap... Argh... Hating... job... blech. And it doesn't look like we'll be getting any money from our blue car seeing as some dumbass blew it up... Funny really. Maybe we'll get more from insurance then we would selling it... That would be cool. Or we won't get anything. Either way, it's out of our driveway and we don't have to pay for repairs. So, I've talked too much. Bye bye! ~Jilli~

RetroPost: Blarg...

{Saved from The Nest} Well, here we are, just a spit from two months away from our second anniversary. It seems odd that we were able to go to Hawaii for our first anniversary and now we're hoping to squeeze in an overnighter in a hotel nearby... Very odd indeed. It's not that we couldn't go somewhere nifty, albeit not Hawaii (seeing as we went on a spendy vacation not so long again). It's just I've managed to suck the very life from my leave hours. My employer has a wonky way of giving leave... we get a certain amount of leave hours per pay period and they go to everything, vacation, sick days, etc. So here I sit with a negative balance of leave. And I don't rightly want to get on probation for something so ridiculous. What it is with me and my attendance at work? I just really hate working, no matter what the job. Not lazy, per se, just more interested in my life outside working. I couldn't imagine being a workaholic. Well, I'm exhausted out of my head from our pretty weekend... See ya! *Jilli*

RetroPost: 7.15.05

{Saved from Xanga} I'm thisclose to totally tweeking out, but I think I'll be able to keep my cool. My sarcastic, tarty self is starting to leak out and as long as she doesn't give way to my whiny, tantrum-throwing self, I'll be able to deal. Hee hee, tarty. I'm reading a British book, can you tell? And it's not Harry Potter. Not yet. Not until tomorrow. YAY I read this synopsis of the last five books and I totally forgot how the last book went. I'm wondering if I can even imagine trying to read it by tomorrow... Um, no. I could try tho'. As long as I didn't Potter myself out. This will be kinda odd since I've been reading the books to Billy at night. We're almost out of second year so popping myself into sixth year... I don't know. I'm in a 12 year old Harry mindset not 16... Yeah, I'm gonna put Jemima J to the side (I'm still mad at her for losing all that weight...lol) try to fly myself through the Order of the Phoenix in two days. Good god, I didn't mean to go on this tangent... Oh, well. I don't feel like bringing out the flumpy-ness of the edges of my life the past few days. I'm just going to hope all is well and it dandies up by the time I see the boys again tonight. Onward, life... *flump flump flump* Jilli

RetroPost: 7.14.05

{Saved from Xanga} I'm not sure where I stand on this day. It's pretty much your average Thursday except that I'm the only Thompson working today. Since Kevin is here, Billy's taking a few days off. I'm trying very hard not to rain on his parade... I tend to do that when I have to work and he doesn't. It doesn't help that I'm exceptionally annoyed with work right now. I personally would really really like to get some leave time again... so I've been subconsciously working for WOWs... Unfortunately, anything I do that is pretty nifty is being totally ignored. I started an inventory from scratch, I put together new daily work folders... I've been kicking butt getting the teller line organized and the supplies in check. But then I get bitched at about the loan checking after I was told that Faith would be doing them now. Painful. Oh well. The longer I stay, the better in looks on an application for a better job later. This fits my life for the most part. Except that I have no leave... and I really want to leave. I'm ready to get the hell out of here. I'm never taking a sick day for sickness ever again... Unless I'm puking or whatever. No sick days and lots of time off for myself. Yup. I should start taking amazing care of myself so I can play hooky. Wow, there's so long until my lunch. Argh. Jilli

RetroPost: 7.7.05

{Saved from Xanga} Mediocre. Such an interesting looking word for something that means "blah". According to Merriam-Webster... "of moderate or low quality, value, ability, or performance: so-so, ordinary". I've been thinking about that word lately, and how it pertains to my life. I live in my mediocre house. I dress my mediocre body in my mediocre clothes and drive to my mediocre job in my mediocre car. I don't neccessarily want to be extraordinary. I just want our life to be special. How funny for a word to have antonyms that are antonyms, ranging from exquisite to inadequate. Yup, mediocre is right down the middle. Our House: stuffy, stinky, dirty, messy, broken, crappy yard, badly laid out-- but owned- in a decent neighborhood in a decent town (both of which, when you think about it, are mediocre in of themselves). My Body: chubby, need a haircut, need whiter teeth, need to stop biting my nails, looks terrible naked, out of shape, lazy ass makeup, always looks tired-- but not obese sometimes cute even. My Clothes: they're either too tight or too big, I have no style whatsoever these days-- but I'm not ugly and usually not too scary. My Job: time consuming, boring, redundant, low pay-- but it's easy and I know from experience that it could be a hell of a lot worse! Our car: check engine light, driver side window stuck up, so many miles, shifter on the floor, freaking tiny cup holders, owe $1050 on it still--but it's ours and it goes. Mediocre. I wish I could just be happy with that... or at the very least figure out how to stop being a lazy ass and fix a few things here and there. Argh.

RetroPost: 7.1.05

{Saved from Xanga} Yay for July! I love July and not just because it's my birthday month. Just the name of the month sounds nifty, there's fireworks and usually those awesome Nevada lightning storms. I'm really happy with today. July 1. You know what good today means? It means that we got through yesterday unscathed. Yes! I'm hoping that it was abiding by the "bad things come in threes" rule and the June 30 curse never rears it's ugly head again. Anyway, I'm really excited about today since it's a three-day weekend this weekend and we're going to San Francisco! Woot! I've been there a million times but not recently. And not with Billy. Everything's different and more fun when I get to do with my hubby. I'm soooo excited! Yay yay yay! It is 5 yet??? ~ Jilli