Linda Blair moments & the Swing Shift

Hello, hello, it's me Maryann. Hi. Well I just wanted to start by saying sorry to all of you that have tried commenting on the blog and the difficulty. Yes, I completely understand and I have emailed blogger on this. It seems that some bad malware has infiltrated the system and they're debugging and changing aspects of blogger. Please be patient, we very much appreciate the few of you that do comment, we feel sometimes your our only audience, hint, hint..... :0) And a quick mesg to our friend Mike (from class) Greg and I are so excited, we now have a Grateful Dead Sirius Radio Channel on our satelite.....ahhh this winter is going to be fabulous. The Dead will be playing, the snow flying and Greg and I with large grins. Yaaah! :0)

So getting to Gregs last post. He would make me seem to be a monster standing at my front door yelling at these people (the ones that woke me by honking in my own front yard) so here's the real story. Wink. I've been working the swing shift at the hotel while the staff is starting a change since a new hotel is being built currently in Kenai (where eventually I will be placed, 20 minutes closer to home). So I leave home around 2:20 to be @ work by 3pm and do not get home until 11:30 pm. By the time I hit the sack I'm beat. On that particular day, I woke normally but new I didn't sleep real well that night. But went on with my normal duties of the day, laundry, cleaning, splitting & stacking firewood and so on. I get into the house and my bed is saying," Come, relax amongst my warm blankets and just rest your eyes." This was all I was going to do, I swear. Because I had left the dogs outside and don't normally nap in the day especially with the dogs out. So I followed the beds request and submitted. Out like a light I was and woken by a blaring horn nonstop for what felt like 30-45 seconds, continuously. Now what would you have done and be HONEST?! I wasn't sure at the time who it was, maybe a friend of Johns, maybe a neighbor I haven't met? Hummmmm. The dogs are now standing on the car and I notice the windows are rolled up, it's 65 degrees out and now the passenger rolls down her window a few inches and yells," Does _________(previous owners name) still live here?" Hummmm. Now my mothers reaction (sorry mom) starts to kick in....... Not good Maryann, do I listen to the little voice, No. I yell, "No she doesn't live here and do you know what a Do Not Trespass Private Property sign looks like because you just past 2 coming up to my front door with your car!!!!" Long pause. Then that voice starts again in my head, "Just call the dogs and let them go." No, now I'm thinking do you have a brain? And I yell, " Your 40 feet from my front door and your blaring your horn!" I throw my hands up in the air like, DUH! They say sorry and turn there car around and head out. Now some of you out there do know that I can say some explitifs, I will let you be creative and imagine where they went in those sentences. Wink. So, yes, I do feel bad but it's all my gene's fault and I swear I don't normally do that, really..... You know me, I'm normally a sweet and smiley person, and just go day to day with life, I'm easy. Just don't get me on a day when I haven't slept good and I'm working swing, I guess. :0) Maybe it was a Linda Blair moment.... :0) So that being said I have apologized to those people although they don't know it. There. I feel better.

So besides that we are all doing well and will be posting alot of pics here soon of our adventures with Gregs parents. It should be fun. We will be taking them to Whittier, Homer, Seward and our favorite spots close to home. Stay tuned and please send lots of good ju ju my way so that I may not have another of my Linda Blair moments, at least while I'm working Swing...... Luv ya, M.