I love the apocolyptic pink sky of the early evening on a rainy day, it's so stunningly beautiful and morose.
I bought some labello lip chap this evening that is a strawberry flavour, smells alright but it has a flaw. It's bright fricken red!!! How are you supposed to slather it all over your parched lips when it's bright red? I may wind up looking like a two-bit hooker, or possibly a circus clown, crikey. Why is it when you fall for an excellent lip chap they stop making it? I hate that one. I love the natural ice, have for years, but it's become super hard to find, and that frosts my dry lips.
On a brighter note, I got a new cat today. She's black (how fitting)and her name is Tia. She's lean and loving, and if I can still breathe with her here, maybe she can stay. She seems quite fascinated at this point with exploring the house, it probably smells like chinchilla in places. I hope she likes Oscar though, cause really, he was here first, and he's not going anywhere just yet.
I'm so glad there were no burials today, that would have sucked. It's been raining so hard all day, cause we need more moisture, right? Some things are good moist, surely a cemetery isn't one of them. Speaking of which, I haven't seen my supposed boyfriend in a long time, I wonder if I'll ever get to talk to him again. Gotta love anything that reminds you of what it is like to be 12 again.

Jen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

18 days later she comes back. Again my blog has been neglected, big surprise. Since I've gone back to work full time it seems that a lot of things are being neglected. My house is a disaster, emails are going unresponded to, phone calls aren't being made, never mind the list of ongoing household fixer-ups sitting on my desk, AND my required work journaling is at least a week behind. Sheesh, no pressure hey.
Anyways...it's not really motorcycle maintenance either, it's all about the basics of car repair. I'm enjoying maintaining my jetta, it's quite empowering doing my own car repair. Last month I figured out how to change a headlight bulb, this week was a taillight. It wasn't actually burnt out, it had just become disconnected. But in order to figure that out, I had to dig in and find out how to get to it, after I has already been to partsource and bought replacement bulbs. It felt cool, and yep, once you have no men to rely on for car stuff, it's amazing what you can learn to do yourself.
It's been a crazy run. The past month has been so chaotic it's amazing that I am able to remain upright. Kelli's wedding, numerous birthdays, finishing school (I graduate this Friday!) and working full time, wow, crazy busy. Good thing I tend to naturally thrive off of a high speed lifestyle, otherwise I'd be fucked.
I was going to post something the other day, and went looking for an image of an ass made of meat. Wow, beware if you ever type "meatass" into google images. Ha ha ha, got so distracted I had to go to my room. The side effect of not having a jolly good rogering in way too long....anyways, that's another tale for another time.
Goals for the year:
Secure a financially substantial internship in Saskatoon.
Wait for the market to level and find a house in a neighborhood I love.
Maybe even date someone who is worth my time and energy(Likely the hardest of the three.) Speaking of which, I had a thought the other day. Why do we call piggish men dogs when dogs are actually loyal and loving and trustworthy? Weird hey?

Girls With Pipes

Today was a pretty cool day at work, busy as hell but still great. I lifted a lot of caskets today, those suckers are heavy. Luckily only one was full, but I did have to lift that one a few times...good thing I got nice pipes. The thing about this business it that I tend to have a fair bit of time to think. I often find myself standing silently, or driving quietly while surrounded by tons of strangers. My mind tends to wander a bit. So there I was getting out of the drivers seat of the limo, opening doors for the family I was carrying, when I noticed something cool. The 3 people running the show were myself and 2 other women....Now to really see the coolness in this scenerio, you may have to condsider that it was a funeral service. I was following the 6 men carrying the casket to the graveside, which was quite a jaunt might I add, when I noticed the rear was starting to droop substantially. Somewhere in my head I recalled hearing that if you see this happening, step up and give em a hand. Well, thats what I did. For a brief second the fellow on the back right looked back relieved, noticed I was female and looked shocked, then again the look of relief, knowing that it was his corner that was becoming to heavy to hold. It felt good, the whole day was a feel good experience for me. My first family pick up, my first time ushering, my first time driving a family to the graveside, and my first time driving them home. It's not that you really get to know people, but something definately happens when there is trust and comfort shared during a rough time...I am loving my new career.