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zooboogie

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#21
News From Durango

Front page news from my home town of Durango, Colorado:

Got A Permit For That Yard Sale Sign?

By Shane Benjamin
Herald Staff Writer

Thinking of cashing in your junk at a garage sale? Beware the long arm of the law.

City of Durango officials won’t take kindly to garage sale vendors posting signs willy-nilly around town. You can post a sign, but you’ve got to follow the rules.

Durango police issued a warning this week: If you post a sign on a tree, utility pole, traffic-sign pole or any public spot besides your front yard without a city permit, you could get whacked with a $1,000 fine and 90 days in jail.

"It’s this time of the year when we’re going to see a lot more garage and yard (selling) going on," said Durango police Capt. Dale Smith. "We want everyone to have successful garage sales and have fun doing it. We just don’t want them pasting (signs) onto ... trees and utility poles and traffic signs."

Before posting signs within city limits, residents must get a sign permit at River City Hall, 1235 Camino del Rio. It’s free, but there is paperwork.

"It’s extremely simple," said Jill Rosier, administrative assistant at River City Hall. "It’s a one-page form. It takes maybe five minutes to fill out. It can be approved within five minutes. It’s really a formality."

The purpose of the permit is twofold: to inform people about appropriate places to post signs and to help ensure signs are taken down after the sale.

"We find the people who fill out the garage-sale-sign permits for us are very responsible," Rosier said. "It’s the ones that don’t who are not responsible about picking up their signs afterwards."

Self-described "garage-sale diehard" Judy Seiler said requiring people to fill out permits is a ploy by the government to begin taxing garage sales. If the city knows about every garage sale, officials could require sale invoices, she said.

"It’s ridiculous," Seiler said. "To have a permit, to me, is just a preliminary jump to start taxing us."

City Manager Bob Ledger shot back: "That’s ridiculous. That’s not the purpose of it at all." The city just wants to clamp down on sign litter, he said.

"We get a lot of complaints from people," Ledger said. "It’s sign pollution, and they create a problem. If we just let people put things wherever they want in the public right of way, the city would be inundated."

The city permit requires the applicant’s name, street address, sale dates, dates when signs will be posted and where they will be posted. Signs cannot remain in the public right of way for more than 48 hours and cannot be posted on utility poles, traffic signs or nailed into trees.

But officers just won’t be out looking for an easy bust.

Smith said police will give a verbal warning to first-time offenders. People who do not remove signs after being asked and repeat offenders will be cited, he said.

"We will locate the person or persons who are having the event and make them aware of the violation and ask them to retrieve all of their signs," Smith said. "We’ll leave it at that if they go and get their signs."
 

zooboogie

a touch of class
#23
A Good Weekend

I went to my first therapy appointment on Monday and left feeling a little miffed. I talked things out, cried, etc., which is good, but she was very adamant about me coming once a week (as opposed to once every other week to save $). She also makes you pay unless you cancel a WEEK in advance and she doesn’t take credit/ATM cards… I had to run out and get cash. So I guess I basically left thinking about those things and not about what we had discussed. Oh, and the session is only 45 minutes long…not an hour. I’d cancel next week’s appointment but I have to cancel a week ahead of time and it’s already Tuesday. G ZuZ!

I feel like I discovered some pretty important things during the meeting. Stuff about my parents…about my mother. I realized that I really don’t know much about my parents. I don’t know where they met or where they were married. I don’t know if they planned on having kids or if we were "accidents". I don’t know why they got divorced. I don’t know a lot about them and I think it has to do with them never really being “parents” but more friends. Maybe if I know this stuff about them it will make them my parents and that will make me sad. That sounds stupid. Not really sure how to put it any other way though. I know I want to be able to talk to them and have a great, open relationship but I honestly don’t ever see that happening. Or maybe I can make it happen...if I really want it. The question is: Do I really want it?

I worked out last night in a Cardio Sculpt class. The teacher was flamingly gay and played fun disco songs and made us into divas for 60 minutes. It was so much fun and I got a great workout. This is the first time I’ve worked out in about 6 (or more!) months. I am determined to lose these 16 lbs. I’ve gained and I finally feel like I can do it. YAY! :)

God, I love my boyfriend. I really, truly, madly, passionately love him. It’s so strange to naturally feel this way after being with someone for 3½ years and having to constantly TELL myself I felt that way. It’s a very weird feeling. I am just so thankful things worked out the way they did.

If I had not broken it off with my ex I would have been a “Mrs.” in 18 days. OMG! 18 DAYS! Give me a heart attack, why don’t you?

Is it just me or is Chai tea the best thing ever?

I really feel good today :D

I had rehearsals for both improv groups this weekend and although I was tired and had a headache in both, I left feeling really good about them! Some people were missing from both groups but we all worked hard and both shows are coming along wonderfully.

I FEEL REALLY GOOD TODAY!!! :up:
 

zooboogie

a touch of class
#24
Evilawyer

An attorney in my office I particularly can’t stand I like to call Evilawyer. She is about 5 feet tall so I’m assuming she has something of a Napoleon Complex. She walks around with snoot in her step and would trample the Pope if it meant getting to what she wanted.

Ok, so I really don’t know her that well, but what I do know of her I don’t like. First of all she NEVER acknowledges anyone but attorneys and secretaries she needs something from. (She is also very hideous but hides under layers of Channel powder and Mac lip gloss.) She once called a secretary “incompetent” to her face because the girl didn’t know where her attorney had gone. He was in the bathroom.

She once brought her daughter (probably around 22 or 23) to one of our firm events and they walked around arm in arm whispering and pointing at people the whole time.

My birthday and Secretary’s Day fall on the same week so I always get a dozen roses from my boss on those days. Last year I was filling the vases with water in the kitchen and she walked by and said, “Do you just buy yourself flowers or something? What is this?” Fucking… (!!!) BREATH.

I do not like Evilawyer.

Yesterday we had Another (dreaded) cake for Another attorney who is getting married. My boss ordered the cake and accidentally misheard what the attorney’s fiancé’s name was. She wrote “Nancy” and her name is “Lindsay”. Evilawyer was LIVID when she saw this. She never comes up for anyone else’s party but because she was going to make a speech for this attorney (because they work together) it had to be perfect. Everyone was saying, “oh he will think that is SO funny!” and he would have, too. But Evilawyer gets the red flint of terror in her eye and takes it upon herself to SMEAR the entire cake up so you can’t read Anything. I swear to god I have never wanted to POP someone in the nose so badly in my entire life. And then she gives her retarded speech, “On behalf of the firm I want to wish you many happy years of marriage. And I guess this means you can’t marry my daughter!!!” (HUR HUR HUR) “I will try to keep that in mind when reviewing you.” It was just SO fake and SO planned. I stayed up there to help with the cake and left as soon as I could.

Today we’re having Another cake for the April birthdays and although I’m one the of those people I’m sure I’ll have to set up the party and distribute the cake.

“Why did you leave your last place of employment?”

“It was the cake.”
 

zooboogie

a touch of class
#25
I woke up this morning saying “accouterment” with a French accent over and over and over in my head. Almost as if it were the last pop song I’d heard. (Incidentally, the last pop song I heard and that then became stuck in my head was Norah Jones, “Don’t Know Why”. Which I don’t really consider pop except that it is popular. It’s a good song to get stuck in your head.)

Accouterment:

1. An accessory item of equipment or dress. Often used in the plural.
2. Military equipment other than uniforms and weapons. Often used in the plural.
3. accouterments or accoutrements Outward forms of recognition; trappings: cathedral ceilings, heated swimming pools, and other accoutrements signaling great wealth.
4. Archaic. The act of accoutering.

I know I fell asleep watching “Everybody Loves Raymond” (apparently laugh tracks lull me to sleep) so I’m really perplexed as to why I have this word stuck in my head. And in a French accent, no less.

I don’t remember my dreams last night. The last dream I remember: I was in a two-story house on the top floor. I had three kids and they were all in there in cribs in the room I was in. My sister was with me and I knew she wanted to kill them. There was a little Mexican guy there who was trying to help me. For some reason I ran out of the room and down the stairs, I think to fool my sister. I ran out the front door and around the house to the back so I could climb up the trellis and save my kids. As I was climbing up I saw her leave through the front door with a knife in her hand. The dream ended there.

I had a dream right after that one about going through long winding hallways and down elevators in a hospital with a cup of ice cream. I was trying to find an anorexic girl so I could feed her the ice cream and make her better. So heroic.

Maybe my accouterment song this morning means I’m going to inherit great amounts of money from a wealthy French Aunt so I can buy a heated swimming pool.

?
 

zooboogie

a touch of class
#26
Jesus, I'm Back

I haven't written since April 30. I was moved to page 8...not as far back as I thought it would be.

So I'm here. I think I want to write about these dreams I've had lately. I'm not sure if they have to do with therapy but a few have been really terrible and frightening.

Dream #1:

I am in a bathtub/shower...it's the stand up kind of shower but it's filled with water. It's very dark and it's a small space. I have three kids in the bathtub with me. I'm standing up. I have my back to the wall and I'm doing something to one of the kids...washing him/her or something like that. I turn around and there are the two babies floating in the water. Dead. They don't look like normal babies...kind of like dolls...or Mark Ryden paintings*...they look very innocent and helpless. And dead. And I freak out and grab them out of the water. A boy and girl...twins I think. I take them out into the living room. It's a big room with bay windows overlooking woods covered in fog. I am trying everything I can to try to bring them back and in the end I do.

I woke up from this dream just miserable. I baby-sit a lot, always have, and I love kids...and I've always had a fear that something would happen while taking care of them. I felt like a failure after this dream.

I talked to my therapist about it and she said it sounded like I was trying to rescue "little Glennis" from drownding...in emotions? I have a lot of issues with my dad and the little girl in me is still upset and has trouble defining what's wrong and how to fix it and that things happening with MY life don't have to do with HER life. Does that make sense? I know it sounds crazy but it helps me sort things out.

Dream #2:

I am in a hospital on the top floor. I'm standing on stairs that are pretty steep at a level that puts my sholders right at the floor level. There are kids there and I know I'm there to take care of and feed them. Two little boys are standing near me and want to come down the stairs but I can't let them because they'll get hurt. The light in the room is very bright and everything seems happy and ok. There are ham and cheese sandwiches on the table in the room. A man walks up the stairs past me and I know he's there to take care of them so I leave. I start walking down the stairs and get to the main level but keep walking down. It starts to get darker and darker until I can't see anything but a few patches of light that I don't know where they are coming from. I am looking for exit signs and I turn around and someone runs down the stairs at me and tries to grab me. I am really scared and I have my boyfriend on the other end of my cell phone but he's not saying anything...I just know he's there. I keep walking down but faster because I'm really scared and I can't see. And people keep running at me or past me. I finally get to the bottom and there is a door opening into a hallway that is very brightly lit. There are people in white walking in fast forward motion back and forth in the hallway. This image is just too much for me and I sit down crying on the floor. I lean against the door and fall backward.

This dream scared the daylights out of me. I woke up needing my boyfriend but even when he came and held me I was scared. Not scared like and adult but irrationally scared like a child who thinks the boogie man is going to jump out of her closet. I couldn't hang my feet of the bed until it was light in the room because I was afraid someone would grab them. I think I woke up around 8 am and I was scared for about an hour.

Dream #3:

I am in a bedroom and there is a dog on the floor at my feet. A skunk walks into the room and the dog starts barking wildly at it and the skunk sprays us. I back up and when I look down there are 3 small puppies at my feet. They are jumping up at me and have the most frightened, frantic looks on their faces. I pick them up one by one, hug them, and set them in a huge crib that stands in front of me. The top of the crib is just below the hight of my fingers when I stand on my toes. I set each puppy down and look in the crib and see a baby. She is Asian. She has a diaper on and starts to pee and the pee is coming out of the diaper all over the place. I pick her up, holding her away from my body, and run into the bathroom and hold her over the sink. But there is someone washing their face so they get sprayed so I run outside with the baby. I walk to a place where I know they can change her diaper. It is a big building and inside it's beautiful and marble. It's very peaceful and the women who work there are beautiful and have serene looks on tehre faces. I give the baby to one woman with black hair cut in a bob. I tell them I have to go get money but I'll be back. I walk outside and there is an empty lot across the street from the building. There is a tent set up and boxes, clothes, old thrown away junk. I know I live there or someone I know lives there. I get my wallet and take my credit card out and walk back to where the baby is. When I get in the store my credit card has turned into a handful of change. I tell them I must have lost it and they say, "listen, if you can't pay, just tell us." I am very upset because I CAN pay...I just lost my card. I then reach into my back pocket and it's there. I go to the counter which is way above my head as well...I have to stand on my toes again. I pay and I get the baby.

I remember the amount I had to pay in my dream was $41. I thought it was weird that I had put that price on it until I told my therapist. She smiled and said, "where do we know that from?" I thought and it hit me. That's how much I pay for each therapy session.



*www.markryden.com
 

zooboogie

a touch of class
#27
So tired. KEY-RICED. Last night I was up until 10:30 and passed out as soon as my boyfriend left. I also went to the gym (pat pat on the back) and that usually wakes me up but I was still tired. And I'm tired this morning. Isn't this interesting?

So I'm going to London! I can't wait. I'm so excited! And it's free...free free free!! Wooooo hooo! I don't even know what we're going to do there (boyfriend and I) but it's going to be awesome. I'm a little intimidated cause I've never been out of the country. Which reminds me, I get to pick up my new passport today. I've never had one so I had to pay over $200 to get it but it's worth it. I wanted to have the standard passport picture so I just opened my eyes really wide and stared at the camera. I think it's a hit. Oh it looked kinda like this :bleagh:

So, if anyone has been to London or is FROM London and wants to PM me and give me some good tips, feel free.

Also, one of my two roommates is moving to Michigan to be with her boyfriend...wow, BIG change. So now I have one room available in my 21st street (and 2nd ave) apartment. And my social security # is... G zuz. Anyway, no crazies and no meanies and no messies. Thas all.

Oh, Mrs. Doubtfire quit (yay!) but then a week later she was back (wah!) but I think it's just for the week to help out. Either way she's still driving me crazy. That's an example of a crazy I don't want living with me. No Mrs. Doubtfires.
 

zooboogie

a touch of class
#28
Shit I'm sorry guys! I suck at updating this thing. I have a confession. I've been seeing another journal. It's nothing serious but the posting is great and I have some pretty commited readers. Please don't hate me. It's not you, it's me.

So a bit has happened since I last wrote. We got a new roommate named Michele. She's such a sweet girl...although she hasn't moved in yet so we'll see. That was awefully pesimistic of me! I'm sure she'll be great. YAY!

What else? There has to be more. I mean I haven't written since...forever it seems.

Oh another office story (since that's what this journal is titled). Just a little thing that gets on my nerves. There's a secretary here who speaks with no accent when she's conducting business or talking to people in the office but as soon as she gets on the phone with someone from home on the phone she has this THICK Jamaican accent. It just really bugs because it's obviously fake. Ok, she's FROM Jamaica but I've never seem someone turn it on and off like that.

I feel like I ramble on this thing with not much to say. Work has been THE most boring this week. I haven't done anything except crop a picture for my friend Amy to use on Friendster. And, thanks to Danielle, I am addicted to Friendster. I love seeing all my friends in one place. Such validation.

If my boss walked out right now I'd be typing this and chatting with my boyfriend on AOL. THAT'S HOW BUSY I AM.

I've been reading Minou's journal and I love it. I'm not all the way through it (i think I'm still on 11/3/02) but I'm getting there slowly but surely.

I also love Wanda's and the prostitute journal...even though I don't think it's real. I wrote a PM saying so...we'll see what she says!

I wrote two short stories yesterday that are kinda weird and probly not very good but I like them. here they are:

the sad girl

I was sitting in a bar with people and this guy says that he wants to tell me his pickup line but I’m not really that interested because I’ve got a boyfriend but I say ok so he says “did I ever tell you I thought you were really cute” and then takes his shirt off. I don’t think this is a very good pickup line and I tell him so and he kinda sulks to the corner but I’m not going to coddle him because I’m done doing that in my life for now. But then I see him talking to some other girls and I’m like jealous or something because I hear the same pickup line he used on me and I wonder if this is the second time he’s used it or if he uses it all the time until someone likes it. I also wonder if he gets really cold in the winter taking off his shirt so much. I say to the girl next to me “if that was our pickup line we could get any man we want”. She doesn’t know me and looks me up and down like I have some sort of disease like chicken pox and then gets her foreign beer and walks away. I’m starting to get pretty drunk because I’m drinking vodka. “This place smells like vomit” I tell the foreign beer girl after I follow her to the jukebox. “go away, will you?” she says. So I do. But I miss her. So I go back and tell her. She tells me that if I don’t leave her alone she’s going to make me sorry. I tell her she already has made me sorry. Sorry I’m not near her. I hand her my phone number that I wrote on a roll of toilet paper when I was in the bathroom and walk away. I think she lost it because she never called.

the sad boy

i once watched a bird die on the street. he was laying there and i almost ran over him on my bike but I swerved just in time. i set my bike on the sidewalk and walked over to the bird. it was still alive and i thought for a second i could pick it up and take it home because i didn't live very far away and also i had a first aide kit that my parents bought me when i told them i wanted to be a doctor. but then i stopped thinking and looked down again and the bird was dead. i picked up my bike again and rode home.
 
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