Friday Friday, Injum Friday

Injum Jim Here,

Okay, so I decided, after MUCH MUCH prodding from Linda (psycho-ish co-worker/peon) that we should paint our office & classroom. My ultimate vision, annex the neighboring office, put in some French doors in the wall and connect the two so I could have an actual separate space where I could shut the door if I need a break from crazy. So anyways for now I said yea we can paint. We have a petty cash fund and can get some more paint from the university maintenance if we need it. I just thought yeah a nice touch up on the paint, the walls are already white, it would just be a new coat of white. Our two rooms are fairly good in size but not huge. I was thinking, okay about a gallon to a gallon and a half per room? Sounds good to me, get a smooth roller that won't leave alot of paint and still look good. Here's Lindas reply, "WELL WE NEED AT LEAST 12 GALLONS OF PAINT"

Holy F#ck! What the hell are we painting? are we trying to make the Golden Gate bridge the White Gate bridge cuz thats what it sounds like. We bought 3 gallons of interior egg-shell latex paint, that will carry us - and hopefully a long way. I know how some people paint, they just glob it on the wall. I'm talking about a nice fresh light coat of white on already white primered walls. so yeah, I said we'll do it next week starting monday and today we can prep for the painting. So now here I sit, my desk in the middle of the room along with every other piece of office furniture and file cabinets and such. Everything is off the walls. We're ready to roll, I guess... I managed to keep my desk somewhat in my corner, and my other desk that completes my corner domination area is still in place. Fuck-tard meanwhile wanted to push them together in the middle of the room such that I wouldn't be able to sit anywhere. Lets not forget I'm the boss, if some GED Crisis comes up I need my command center - i dont want to be saying "hey you guys can we move the desks so I can get stuff out of my drawers!"

Perhaps I'm partially pissed because I just need a Goddam day off every once in a while... I could have stayed home today, I seriously contemplated it. Just call in, say you're feeling a little mucky and stay home, in bed where its nice and warm and comfortable. But yet I feel the need for punishing myself by subjecting myself to mind numbing clamoring voices that is my co-worker/minion... I took a break to go fill some holes with some spackle. So anywho... Yeah we got alot of work to do. K so the radio station is having a story about a 4H barn dance in town and the guy heading it up was like "yeah and we're going to have a slave auction to raise some money... Told you I was living in redneck central. Okay so I better get going... More later, updates on the painting that is...

Hayayaya, (sincerely yours in Injum)
Jim

I dont play with barbie dolls

I play with action figures, get it right. So its been a while, I almost forgot our unforgettable password for this blog. Everytime I type it I'm reminded of all those hours spent at work, by myself, at night... SESDAC. By the way, I HAVE been working. It just gets so boring at times, I need to be a better blogger. As far as the texting, I'll get a random text from Sara every now and then of how much she loves this or that. Meanwhile I'm stuck in I hate-sville. Apparently Sara's got a lot of love to go around, I'm a bitter man. (the song on the radio is Styx Come Sail Away - see what I mean about a sucky radio station, IN FACT it sucks so much instead of calling it Magic 93 like the radio station likes, everyone calls it tradgic 93)

As far as things I love, I keep it pretty simple. (RADIO UPDATE now it's blues traveler Forever owed.)I don't fall immediately in love with something, it has to work to earn my love. Lets say I have a cookie, and its a good cookie. I don't immediately fall in love with this cookie and profess my unending love for said cookie. The cookie has to prove to me that it deserves my love. OMG I LOVE THIS CHIPS AHOY DOUBLE CHUNK COOKIE, YUM-O, no thats not me. (UPDATE Rick Springfield - Don't Talk to Strangers)I keep my love for things on the DL, just between us sort of thing. If I like that same cookie, I'll let it know I appreciate it. Okay lets get off of cookies.(UPDATE Van Morrison, brown eyed girl)

So maybe I should do a list of I loves, to see what I actually love, its an exclusive list:

I Love:
1. good music
2. quiet time
3. when Linda (who works in my office) is on leave
4. when I go for a drive, with no destination in mind
5. Fall/Spring seasons
6. Lasagna
7. Tootsie rolls
8. Carmel Rolls
(UPDATE Incubus - Love Hurts)
9. Golfing - perhaps Love would be too strong, maybe enjoy is a better word
10. I would love to have a new car

great, Linda is back, and she's talking non-stop (as usual). She's on this diet and I have to hear everything about it. "Jim, I lost 2 more pounds, that brings it up to 8!" Whoopty fuckin do. She's going to be gone Thursday and Friday - those are going to be two good days. (UPDATE Godsmack - Shinedown)

11. The weekend
12. sleeping in
13. French Dip w/ au jus from the Diner on Main
14. My computer
15. iPod & iTunes
(UPDATE Eagles - Lyin' Eyes)

We can end the list there. So I came up with a master plan for my life. Okay, So i'll work at this current job for say 3-4 years. While I'm here, I can ge my Masters degree for free, I just have to pay for books. Okay so then I will try my hand at applying for some form of graduate school. Like Law school, and a joint degree program. I'm too young and talented to waste my talents at this job to make it a career. A place where people argue at me for enforcing the rules and following our policy. Perhaps I could go back to USD, or maybe UND or elsewhere. I am getting valuable experience at an administrative level job. Maybe good experience isn't the best way to put it but its experience none the less.
(UPDATE John Cougar Mellencamp - Ain't even done with the night)

Ok, I'm going to wrap it up for now. I'll think of something better to post later.
Later, Injum

We've been MIA, but we don't hate you!

Hey All. Chatterbox Sara here. First and foremost, we don't hate you readers of our blog. We may hate everyone else, but not you. You're too cute and fluffy and shiny and fun for us to hate! Muah muah! But Jimbo and I have just been stupid busy. I grow more whale like in my pregnancy by the day and it's the end of the semester for my little family. I've even begin to suck at blogging on my other blog. That's super duper hyper monster pooper sad.

But, but, but, well, I mean, I just only have soooo much energy by the end of the day. Plus a lot of the time I cannot think of things that are funny enough or smart enough to say here so I relegate them to my blog instead. I promise I'll be better, starting next week. I'm gonna blog about how fucking great it is to apparently be a socialist for supporting our President and for thinking most red-blooded right wingers are dickbongs.

I also need to talk to you about how great Anthony Bourdain is and how over being pregnant I am. I've got loads of fun I need to share with you. I also need to talk about Madonna and about how stupidly confusing it is that it apparently is uber-cool to post 8000 pictures of ones' self on Facebook drunker than shit.

As for where is Jimbo? Welllllllllllllllllll, I must say he and I suck as bff's because we maybe text each other once a week and talk even less lately. I dunno why. He's apparently "working" aka watching vh1 in his parents basement while playing Barbie Dolls and eating Jalapeño Cheetos. All I ever hear from him is how much he hates everything, so I dunno whats up in his land of a thousand red skins.

We suck and we know it. But, in the meantime, here's a fun Friday picture for you!



Peaceout bros-

Chatterbox Sara