I've noticed that certain phrases or words are underlined in my blog posts and when I hover over them, it leads to another site. WTF? I should check the Blogger settings.
In other news, I have all weekend off!! WOO HOO!!
Mindy, Chelle, and Annie are over and we're thinking of going down to the Salt River for sun, fun and a soak in the water. I haven't been out with a group of people in a long time.
Currently listening to Katy Perry. This tune makes me smile! Annie and I blossomed this past week and I feel like in total bliss with her. I don't know if its love but I can't stop thinking about her when she's not with me. I'm not entirely into girls, but for now, it seems I so head over heels for Annie. Maybe the novelty of this new romance will wear off in a few months, I give it that but for right now, I'm totally enjoying Annie's company.
Chelle and Mindy, they're straight and when I told them I was with Annie, they're cool with it. I didn't get any weird looks from them and they asked if I've turned to the lesbian side. I said I haven't, but Annie is my girlfriend at the moment and that's whom I'm with. Chelle and Mindy aren't looking for anyone, not yet maybe. They both just broke up with their boyfriends recently and we all decided to make it an all-girls weekend!
Most of the time, I don't remember my dreams except the one last night or rather, early morning.
I was riding on Speckle, one of the two Arabian horses back home, but in my dream, I was riding naked. At first I felt embarrassed but when the wind touched my body, it felt great! Anyway, we came to this canyon in around midday and the sun seemed to retreat behind these clouds. I heard my name being whispered and I couldn't tell at first because the sound was bouncing off the canyon's borders.
Speckle stopped at this little grassy patch next to a stream. There were still clouds in the sky, but the atmosphere grew ominously dark. There was this little girl talking and laughing to herself. By this time, I had forgotten I was naked but the little girl didn't seem to mind. She started talking to me about the clouds. I looked up for a minute and back to her face.
The little girl's eyes were red, dark red and she said, "Forget about the girl".
Then Annie woke me up with a call from Christina, who was moving to Prescott. Annie asked who was Christina. I told her she's sort of a drama queen and I don't talk much to her. I took my cellphone from Annie and Chris wanted me to help her move because she had a new job that paid more than waitressing at Buffalo Wild Wings. And something else about sick family.
I was hoping I'd get to spend my day off in bed. Sleeping. But nooo.Chris said she'd pay me $50 in gas and treat me for dinner. She also said she'll tell me more about her job. Sure. I'll be off for her place in an hour. I'll have to take Annie back to her Dad's because I can't just leave her here.
Or maybe she can come and help me move Chris' things.
This song by Patty Smyth, "Hands Tied"....I love this song! I don't remember if I've posted it or not, but I can listen to this song on Repeat at least 15 times a day before I get tired of it. I was driving in the Jeep earlier today, just down to the mailbox which is maybe a quarter mile down the gravel driveway, and I picked the song up on the radio. It came in staticky at first, but towards the middle of the chorus, the song was very clear.
I sometimes think of songs I like as omens like when I'm having a bad day and say for example, Lindsay Buckingham's "I Think I'm in Trouble" comes on the radio. Next thing I know, my tire goes flat. In the middle of nowhere US 89. Fortunately, I have a bunch of tools and random camping gear stowed in this 35 gallon Rubbermaid tote for just such emergencies.
I can't really trust random strangers because I start to think to myself what people would see me as: "Oh look, what a lovely young buxom blonde girl, stuck in the middle of nowhere. I think we'll have some fun with her."
NOT!!!
Before I moved out to college, Dad had all us kids run the ranch, including working on all the machinery and if it ever got to the part where we didn't know what we were doing, he called the tractor mechanics out and have them tell us what to do or what it was we did wrong. I remember when I was 20 and Mom told me to bring food to my Dad and brothers up on the north pasture. I used the 4-wheeler to get there but on the way back on the rocky road, I hit a huge rock and flipped the ATV on its side.
Dad and Jack eventually came down to where I was and helped me. The ATV wouldn't start and I was cursing at it. Dad went on home. Jack laughed and said, "OK dummy, what's wrong now?""Shut up, douche" I said. "I think...wait, yeah". The spark plug coil was loose and wasn't connecting. I jump started on it again and after a few more tries, the engine bleated back to life. "Race you back home!" Jack was on foot! He was hoping to drive my ATV with me on the rack which is a bad place to be because its not padded.
Dad told us not to depend on others, "just do it yourselves, but always be prepared for anything". Annie said yesterday, "Why do you have so much crap in the back of your Jeep?" I'll tell her stories of when I was growing up on the ranch some other time. But for now, I'm just going to give her a big hug and lots of kisses when I see her tonight! :)
That was what I heard this morning as I answered my phone to come into work on the serving line. Lucca was short on people today, so she asked if I could fill in. I told her if I did come in, I didn't want to be a server. She said she'd put me on the serving line and that I'd have to help the bussers and dishwashers. "That's fine", I said.
I didn't want to tell her that I had an irate customer cuss me out last night and the last thing I wanted to deal with is people on my day off. The serving line's not too bad. All I have to do was take food out and refill the empty pans and help bus tables. I'm feeling lazy today. I also asked to come in at seven tonight. I have 43 hours this week. I should be in trouble but I have an OK from the manager, Tim. He likes me. I meant, he likes me because I come in for shifts no one wants. And that he can always depend on me.
He doesn't like me THAT way. It would look bad on him playing favorites with the wait staff. At least, I don't think he likes me in a romantic way.
In other news, Cynthia sent me email from Germany! Wow!
She asked how I was doing and if I was seeing anyone to not bring them over to the house. I denied the last part. I don't know how she would take to me having Annie overnight and us being together. I clearly did not initiate anything on Annie. She said after we had Au Gratin potatoes and stir fry I made, "I'm attracted to you, Shannon. I can't help it."
No, I'm not telling Cynthia about her. She said she and her hubby should be back around February and that she'd want me to stay on and do some work for them. If its a paying job, I'm all for it. Or if I continue with the house-sitting, I'm all for that too.
I think she's had a sheltered life living with her mother. She also told me that her mom has fibromyalgia and some other back injury which is why she has to take care of her mother too.
Annie came over this morning as I was headed into town for groceries. I asked her if she wanted to come along.
She: "I don't have any money."
Me: "I didn't ask if you had any money, silly. I just asked if you want to come along."
She: "Sure! What're you gonna get?"
Me: "The usual food stuffs. I'm not trying to lose too much weight."
She: "Oh my gosh, Shannon! You don't need to lose weight at all! You're so skinny!"
Me: "Whatever."
Side note: I don't date often but when the opportunity arises, I'll give it a chance whether it be male or female. I've been thinking about Annie a whole lot lately. Maybe because I live out here in the middle of the desert, well not really, but I do live far from town a little north on US 89. Nearest landmark is Deadman's Mesa. Nice name.
I've been thinking a lot about Annie. A LOT. I think she's incredibly cute and that's coming from a girl. I don't want just sex. I want somebody to do things with. I want companionship. Friendship. Relationship. Oh! I don't know what I want. Maybe I'm just going stir crazy from being alone! Sometimes I like it. Sometimes I don't.
Its been three weeks since Cynthia emailed me. I hope they're all right overseas. They stopped paying me since I have two jobs now. I had to drop two classes because I couldn't get up early enough for them after working overnight in a group home for girls.
My friend Alain aka "toasterface", the other author to this blog, is also house-sitting for "two hot lesbians who've put me forever in friend zone" in a text he sent me yesterday.
