I think there's two things that I beat myself up over the most. When I make myself seem foolish or stupid and when I disappoint myself.
It's one thing for another person to disappoint me. It's a fact of life. People disappoint. It's going to happen. But it is so different if it's someone else doing the disappointing then if I'm the one I disappoint. It is so much worse. It's that way because in damn near every instance a part of me has doubt. A part of me is second guessing but the rest of me is steaming full-throttle ahead. And then when that bitter moment of disappointment happens the little part of me that was hung from the start pipes up and I just want to scream. I should have known better. I knew from the start that this could happen but I just had to continue.
It's terrible. I don't like it one bit yet here it's happened and it'll continue to happen. That's just the way things go. It wouldn't be nearly as fun to play it safe all the time but in moments like these I wish I had.
This is why I don't like to make a big deal out of things. To get excited over things. I hate the let down. I hate feeling one minute on top of the world, thinking about all the potential, the future what could be and then the next minute-boom- let down.
Aye. Whatever.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
A Soliloquy on Snow
I hail from a land where snow falls an average of 50 inches a year. It is nothing new nor is it nothing old that the flurries fly here quite often once the calendar turns past October.
Why is it then in this day and age that when the forecast calls for more then an inch or two people flock to the store like we'll all be home bound for months after the first inch accumulates?
Certain things I can understand the need to get with a snow storm on the horizon. Filling up the car before it starts to fall is alright since you never know if you'll get stuck or how long the commute might be. But groceries?! Come on now. Do a lot of people honestly not have enough supplies to make it through the day they might be stuck in the house? Or at the very most two days?
I can't recall a storm where we've been stuck at home for more then a day. We might not have gone out for two days but had we needed to we could have. And I grew up in the country! The roads were never plowed before 10 a.m.on days following a storm if we were lucky.
And with the rush of people snow brings on comes lines. Oh lines. Long, long, long lines which I have to deal with. Lines that honest to god give me nightmares at night. Lines that I have no control of and try my best to combat but they remain. And people get bitchy with me! With me for the lines because everybody needs to stock up for five inches in the off chance they're snowed in for 14 hours. I'd love to tell people that we can't predict weather. That I'm sorry but there's more then enough cashiers open on a normal day but since Jack Frost decided to precipitate everybody is going buck wild.
Aye. I love snow but I hate it. I love the first snowfall. It's romantic especially at night. I love snow in street lights. I love how quite it makes things. I hate how it makes people buttheads.
Why is it then in this day and age that when the forecast calls for more then an inch or two people flock to the store like we'll all be home bound for months after the first inch accumulates?
Certain things I can understand the need to get with a snow storm on the horizon. Filling up the car before it starts to fall is alright since you never know if you'll get stuck or how long the commute might be. But groceries?! Come on now. Do a lot of people honestly not have enough supplies to make it through the day they might be stuck in the house? Or at the very most two days?
I can't recall a storm where we've been stuck at home for more then a day. We might not have gone out for two days but had we needed to we could have. And I grew up in the country! The roads were never plowed before 10 a.m.on days following a storm if we were lucky.
And with the rush of people snow brings on comes lines. Oh lines. Long, long, long lines which I have to deal with. Lines that honest to god give me nightmares at night. Lines that I have no control of and try my best to combat but they remain. And people get bitchy with me! With me for the lines because everybody needs to stock up for five inches in the off chance they're snowed in for 14 hours. I'd love to tell people that we can't predict weather. That I'm sorry but there's more then enough cashiers open on a normal day but since Jack Frost decided to precipitate everybody is going buck wild.
Aye. I love snow but I hate it. I love the first snowfall. It's romantic especially at night. I love snow in street lights. I love how quite it makes things. I hate how it makes people buttheads.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Book bender
I've been on a real book binge lately.
I've taken to reading at work while on my breaks. I get some shit for it mainly because I read while walking like a total nerd but it's all in good fun. So what if I like to expand my mind with some classic literature? My brain needs some stimulation since my work can be pretty mind numbing at times.
I probably didn't start reading until a few weeks in at the new place. I started Labor Day weekend. In the time I've read there I've made it through "The Old Man and the Sea." "O Pioneers!" "Walden and Civil Disobedience" and I'm part way through "The Federalists."
Next on my list is "For Whom the Bell Tolls" and "The Interpretation of Dreams." We'll see how old Freud treats me. I had to read part of his writings for a class in college and liked it. I'm on a bit of a Hemingway kick. I read "A Farewell to Arms" years ago (side note: it makes me a little sad I can say things like years ago. It means that I am, in fact, growing up) and enjoyed it. Then I read "The Sun Also Rises" about two years ago. I picked up "The Old Man and the Sea" back in September and breezed through it in a few days. I'm really looking forward to reading the next book.
I really enjoy Willa Cather. I should pick up more of her books or have Santa bring them to me since he is going to be arriving soon. It probably would be more sensible to borrow books from the library but I love owning them too much. There's something about a nice, well balanced bookshelf that I love. It probably has something to do with I feel like I look smart having lots of book and I jump at any opportunity to look smart!
I've taken to reading at work while on my breaks. I get some shit for it mainly because I read while walking like a total nerd but it's all in good fun. So what if I like to expand my mind with some classic literature? My brain needs some stimulation since my work can be pretty mind numbing at times.
I probably didn't start reading until a few weeks in at the new place. I started Labor Day weekend. In the time I've read there I've made it through "The Old Man and the Sea." "O Pioneers!" "Walden and Civil Disobedience" and I'm part way through "The Federalists."
Next on my list is "For Whom the Bell Tolls" and "The Interpretation of Dreams." We'll see how old Freud treats me. I had to read part of his writings for a class in college and liked it. I'm on a bit of a Hemingway kick. I read "A Farewell to Arms" years ago (side note: it makes me a little sad I can say things like years ago. It means that I am, in fact, growing up) and enjoyed it. Then I read "The Sun Also Rises" about two years ago. I picked up "The Old Man and the Sea" back in September and breezed through it in a few days. I'm really looking forward to reading the next book.
I really enjoy Willa Cather. I should pick up more of her books or have Santa bring them to me since he is going to be arriving soon. It probably would be more sensible to borrow books from the library but I love owning them too much. There's something about a nice, well balanced bookshelf that I love. It probably has something to do with I feel like I look smart having lots of book and I jump at any opportunity to look smart!
Thursday, November 4, 2010
If you act like a child then I'll treat you like one!
So I've got this guy at work who has anger issues. He can be a bit of an ass at times and he goes off the deep end and just gets pissy. It's basically a temper tantrum. Other people have a difficult time dealing with him and they ask me what the secret is to it. My secret? I treat him like a two year old since he acts like one at times. I ignore half of what he says when it's negative. I don't respond to him when he acts negative. When I have to, I try to be positive and make the solution as simple as possible. Just like with a two year old, I don't tolerate attitude. Nope. Nada, none. I don't take it and I'm pretty certain it's well known.
I'm thinking that the next time he gets a 'tude with me I'll tell him my simple whatever on dealing with kiddies. He's got a couple of options-improve your attitude either on your own or with my help or take a nap. Only a nap wouldn't really be an option. I'd love to put him in time out. I really would. There's been a number of times where I've wanted to shut him down and make him leave. He can be absolutely ridiculous at times. I don't know how he hasn't been fired yet. All I know is I don't take his crap. He hasn't really laid it all on me yet like he's done to other but oh. I dare him to. He'll be in for a surprise. I will not allow it.
It's kind of fun being in a semi-power position. Not only do I get to lay the smack down on employees. Oh no. I get to lay the smack down, at times, on customers. Like creeps and thieves! There's a lady who is a frequent thief. She isn't your typical thief, she doesn't hide things in her coat or anything. She eats things like produce that has to be weighed before checking out. That's stealing. Or recently she's into doing that type of thing with grocery items. Well let me tell you. It brings such excitement to my day when I see her in the store and that I get to tail her. Only now she knows I'm on to her. She goes the other way when she sees me coming. I've got my wing men though who do the tailing for me and keep me in the loop. It's great fun, it's almost like sport. Only now the days of stalker her are soon to be done. The next time she's in store she's going to get kicked out for good. Which will be good but it'll also be sad. I'll miss my stalking. Unless of course she returns after being booted. Then the cops will get called and she could be arrested for trespassing.
This is my life now. Excitement comes to my days in the form of shoplifters and creeps. Pissy employees and rude customers. It isn't half bad. It certainly can be fun.
By the way....
Giants won the World Series! Giants won the World Series! Giants won the World Series! Giants won the World Serrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrries! Woohoo!
I'm thinking that the next time he gets a 'tude with me I'll tell him my simple whatever on dealing with kiddies. He's got a couple of options-improve your attitude either on your own or with my help or take a nap. Only a nap wouldn't really be an option. I'd love to put him in time out. I really would. There's been a number of times where I've wanted to shut him down and make him leave. He can be absolutely ridiculous at times. I don't know how he hasn't been fired yet. All I know is I don't take his crap. He hasn't really laid it all on me yet like he's done to other but oh. I dare him to. He'll be in for a surprise. I will not allow it.
It's kind of fun being in a semi-power position. Not only do I get to lay the smack down on employees. Oh no. I get to lay the smack down, at times, on customers. Like creeps and thieves! There's a lady who is a frequent thief. She isn't your typical thief, she doesn't hide things in her coat or anything. She eats things like produce that has to be weighed before checking out. That's stealing. Or recently she's into doing that type of thing with grocery items. Well let me tell you. It brings such excitement to my day when I see her in the store and that I get to tail her. Only now she knows I'm on to her. She goes the other way when she sees me coming. I've got my wing men though who do the tailing for me and keep me in the loop. It's great fun, it's almost like sport. Only now the days of stalker her are soon to be done. The next time she's in store she's going to get kicked out for good. Which will be good but it'll also be sad. I'll miss my stalking. Unless of course she returns after being booted. Then the cops will get called and she could be arrested for trespassing.
This is my life now. Excitement comes to my days in the form of shoplifters and creeps. Pissy employees and rude customers. It isn't half bad. It certainly can be fun.
By the way....
Giants won the World Series! Giants won the World Series! Giants won the World Series! Giants won the World Serrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrries! Woohoo!
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Ra-ra-ra-Random
so I know it's been a long time since I've blogged. I'm a bad, bad person. It's not that I don't want to exactly it's just...well I don't know what it is. I guess I don't have the oodles of time I once did.
So to fill the void that I know you all have been feeling, I shall present to you a post with randomness which will be punctiated with commentary on the baseball game I am currently watching. It's not just any game ladies and gents. Oh no. It's the Giants-Rangers Game 1 of the World Series and my Giants, second fiddle to my Brewers, are winning. Oh yes. They are winning. GIGANTES!
Random 1: If you are a violator of the sanctity of the English language, there is a very real possibility I will slap you one day. I'm not talking about the casual violators who do things like u, btw, ftw, wtf. I'm talking about the people who constantly update their facebook with posts such as "Went2 Walk-Mart n got a bike 4reals. It wuz off the hook. NE1 want a ride laterz?"
You and I will not be friends if you are a internet user like this. So sorry.
Random 2: Did you know in the event of a power failure for greater then two hours dry ice has to be called in to preserve the perishables at the store? OOOOH RUN YOU SOB! Score! Giants! Oh. Sorry. Anyway. Dry ice! How awesome is that? I find it to be very awesome.
Random 3: The people who live above us keep weird hours. They're up late and they're up early.
Random 4: the people below us are old(er). That means come winter time we'll be able to steal their heat. HaHa!
Random 5: I've been drinking. (Just thought I should let you know so any glaring errors can be attributed to that)
Random 6: These couches are super fun to write on. The fabric is micro something or another so you can pet it one way and it's darker so you can write messages in it.
Random 7: Clams are my favorite sea food.
Random 8: I'm thinking about basing my credit card decision on the prettyness of the card.
Random 9: I have literally yelled GIGANTES! (Giants in Spanish) about 247 times today. The neighbors no longer like me.
Random 10: I'm done.
Have a good whatever it is when you read this.
So to fill the void that I know you all have been feeling, I shall present to you a post with randomness which will be punctiated with commentary on the baseball game I am currently watching. It's not just any game ladies and gents. Oh no. It's the Giants-Rangers Game 1 of the World Series and my Giants, second fiddle to my Brewers, are winning. Oh yes. They are winning. GIGANTES!
Random 1: If you are a violator of the sanctity of the English language, there is a very real possibility I will slap you one day. I'm not talking about the casual violators who do things like u, btw, ftw, wtf. I'm talking about the people who constantly update their facebook with posts such as "Went2 Walk-Mart n got a bike 4reals. It wuz off the hook. NE1 want a ride laterz?"
You and I will not be friends if you are a internet user like this. So sorry.
Random 2: Did you know in the event of a power failure for greater then two hours dry ice has to be called in to preserve the perishables at the store? OOOOH RUN YOU SOB! Score! Giants! Oh. Sorry. Anyway. Dry ice! How awesome is that? I find it to be very awesome.
Random 3: The people who live above us keep weird hours. They're up late and they're up early.
Random 4: the people below us are old(er). That means come winter time we'll be able to steal their heat. HaHa!
Random 5: I've been drinking. (Just thought I should let you know so any glaring errors can be attributed to that)
Random 6: These couches are super fun to write on. The fabric is micro something or another so you can pet it one way and it's darker so you can write messages in it.
Random 7: Clams are my favorite sea food.
Random 8: I'm thinking about basing my credit card decision on the prettyness of the card.
Random 9: I have literally yelled GIGANTES! (Giants in Spanish) about 247 times today. The neighbors no longer like me.
Random 10: I'm done.
Have a good whatever it is when you read this.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Guaranteed Piece of Sh....
I think of myself as a pretty tolerable person. It takes a lot for me to get honestly pissed off. I can let a lot of things slide, I can not get worked up when I should probably be angry. I think it's the seven plus years of retail working for me. I've learned how to deal with angry people. Rude people. Mean people. Difficult situations. Awkward situations. You name it, I've probably dealt with it. In doing so I've learned it doesn't pay to be honestly angry most the time. Sure I might get momentarily angry or say I'm angry but when really, it's not all that bad. Not really real anger. But like most people I've got a few triggers that are pretty much guaranteed to piss me off to some extent.
One is the use of compass directions when it isn't necessary. Example of an approved use of compass directions: "After the turn onto I-94, continue north for 27 miles." Unapproved example: "We always get box elder bugs in the fall on the southwest side of the house. " It's the back of the house. Hey-Zeus! Who are you trying to impress with your directions?
Another thing that will piss me off are surprises. I hate (most) surprises. I do. Some are OK. Some are tolerable. I think the thing I hate most about surprises are when people dangle bits of information in front of you and are all smug about it like "oooh well something is going to happen that you're going to like but I can't say what." I'm feeling pissed off just thinking about it. I don't like being caught off guard.
Some work related things that piss me off are: 1. micro-managing, 2. Being left out of the loop 3. Screwing with me and/or my schedule.
Let's examine micro-managing for a bit. Hey Mr/Ms Manager. I get that you're in charge and that, in theory, you know what's best. But here's a little tip. You don't, OK? You really do not know what is best all the time. I do my job 40 hours a week. I've been doing it for a while. I understand it better in many ways because of that and to come in and tell me to do little things differently are not OK. I generally know what is going on better then you do. I generally know what my workers need better then you do. For you to come up to me and tell me things that really aren't useful or to try to be in my business more then necessary is not OK. I understand line management. I understand what'll get them moving, what will slow them down. While all you seem to look at is the bottom line and customer satisfaction, I like to look at employee satisfaction because I know a pissed off, unhappy or under appreciative employee is not going to help with sales or customers.
Now being left out of the loop...I think it probably ties in with the whole I don't like surprises thing. If you know something that will help me do my job and fail to give me that information then congratulations you've just pissed me off. If a cashier calls in at 9 a.m. for their 3 p.m. shift and you don't tell me until 3:30 after I've already called the them wondering where the f they are, pissed off. Seriously? How can you not tell a person something like that? Don't look me in the eyes because you'll be poked with the daggers coming out of them.
Screwing with me and/or my schedule could probably be rolled into being left out of the loop since it generally it is because I've been left out I get screwed with but for today it will be it's own category since today I have been screwed with along with my schedule and it has, without a doubt, pissed me off. It's my day off today. I was asked on Saturday if I'd come in for a few hours to cover a short shift. I agreed to it yesterday morning. So a call a half hour before I was supposed to be at work by the manager saying "oh I'm sorry I forgot to tell you yesterday (YESTERDAY!) that some stuff has changed and we don't need you to come in today" has probably done me some health damage since the fury I felt in that moment most likely shred some capillaries. It's a good thing I couldn't find my phone in time to answer because if I had talked to said Manager I'd probably would have been a bit mad. And tomorrow if Manager tries to talk to me about it I can't guarantee I'll be 100 percent pleasant. And I certainly intend to tattle to someone of less rank but still. I will tattle to make me feel better.
Alright. I think I feel better.
And wow have I been whiney that last few posts.
One is the use of compass directions when it isn't necessary. Example of an approved use of compass directions: "After the turn onto I-94, continue north for 27 miles." Unapproved example: "We always get box elder bugs in the fall on the southwest side of the house. " It's the back of the house. Hey-Zeus! Who are you trying to impress with your directions?
Another thing that will piss me off are surprises. I hate (most) surprises. I do. Some are OK. Some are tolerable. I think the thing I hate most about surprises are when people dangle bits of information in front of you and are all smug about it like "oooh well something is going to happen that you're going to like but I can't say what." I'm feeling pissed off just thinking about it. I don't like being caught off guard.
Some work related things that piss me off are: 1. micro-managing, 2. Being left out of the loop 3. Screwing with me and/or my schedule.
Let's examine micro-managing for a bit. Hey Mr/Ms Manager. I get that you're in charge and that, in theory, you know what's best. But here's a little tip. You don't, OK? You really do not know what is best all the time. I do my job 40 hours a week. I've been doing it for a while. I understand it better in many ways because of that and to come in and tell me to do little things differently are not OK. I generally know what is going on better then you do. I generally know what my workers need better then you do. For you to come up to me and tell me things that really aren't useful or to try to be in my business more then necessary is not OK. I understand line management. I understand what'll get them moving, what will slow them down. While all you seem to look at is the bottom line and customer satisfaction, I like to look at employee satisfaction because I know a pissed off, unhappy or under appreciative employee is not going to help with sales or customers.
Now being left out of the loop...I think it probably ties in with the whole I don't like surprises thing. If you know something that will help me do my job and fail to give me that information then congratulations you've just pissed me off. If a cashier calls in at 9 a.m. for their 3 p.m. shift and you don't tell me until 3:30 after I've already called the them wondering where the f they are, pissed off. Seriously? How can you not tell a person something like that? Don't look me in the eyes because you'll be poked with the daggers coming out of them.
Screwing with me and/or my schedule could probably be rolled into being left out of the loop since it generally it is because I've been left out I get screwed with but for today it will be it's own category since today I have been screwed with along with my schedule and it has, without a doubt, pissed me off. It's my day off today. I was asked on Saturday if I'd come in for a few hours to cover a short shift. I agreed to it yesterday morning. So a call a half hour before I was supposed to be at work by the manager saying "oh I'm sorry I forgot to tell you yesterday (YESTERDAY!) that some stuff has changed and we don't need you to come in today" has probably done me some health damage since the fury I felt in that moment most likely shred some capillaries. It's a good thing I couldn't find my phone in time to answer because if I had talked to said Manager I'd probably would have been a bit mad. And tomorrow if Manager tries to talk to me about it I can't guarantee I'll be 100 percent pleasant. And I certainly intend to tattle to someone of less rank but still. I will tattle to make me feel better.
Alright. I think I feel better.
And wow have I been whiney that last few posts.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Cheese Please
Ah. Another Cheese Days has came and went. Curds consumed, beer drunk. Long ass parade sat through. All in all a successful event.
It was Addisyn's first Cheese Days. Well, second in a way. She was being cooked during the last one. Us two hung out Saturday morning while the rest of the fam-damly went golfing. I took her down to the square early to just walk around and see what all was there. Unfortunately and stupidly I forgot my money so I could not take advantage of the short cheese curd line. The crowd was pretty thin so I let her out of the stroller for a bit by the stage and she went to town dancing to the yodeling. She's such a silly little girl. She loves to dance and she's got some of the cutest moves you'll ever see. Describing them won't do justice but there's this one where she'll stick one arm out to the side, palm up and spin in a circle. It's such a ballet move. I think the look on her face while she does it is priceless as well, like she's really into it.
After that we wandered around some more then headed back 'cause it was nap time. After her nap and lunch we went back down and holy cats was the square packed. She wasn't too happy that I wouldn't let her out to dance again. On the way back to the house she kept going "Weeeeee! Weeeeee!" or saying "Daddy? Daddy? Daddy?"
That chick is getting smart. Which I know babies are a lot smarter then we give them credit for and I know I've said that before but to see it is kind of cool. I was holding her and talking with some other people and she just started to say "I...I..." so I look at her and she's pointing to her eye. For no good reason she just decided to point it out. So then I asked her where my eyes were and she poked one then proceeded to try to pry it open. Then to see if she was quick on her feet I asked where her ears were. She got it no prob. Then to the nose, then back to the eyes. She doesn't know mouth yet but when we were saying it and pointing it out she was giving us her look that says "ok...ok...wait...wait...I'm thinking...I'm thinking. Got it!" She gives you the same look when you do something new and soon enough she'll do it or say whatever you were trying to get her to say.
She was also really into saying "I got it!" We were playing with a ball when it started on Saturday. I took it from her and said "I got it!" then hid it. So she gave me her little thinking look, found the ball and yelled "I GOT IT!" So I snatched it back, hid it again and she found it and yelled "I got it!" again. Then later I think I asked her where her cup or something was that she had so she held it up and said "I got it!"
She's also into cleaning and picking up. I handed her a baby wipe and pointed at a table so she went and wiped it up. She found some of her shoes on the floor so she picked them up, went to the closet and put them where they belonged. Hopefully she keeps that up! This helpful stage could be quite the benefit for me. I can get her to do stuff! I tried to get her to put my shoes on my feet for me and she sure tried her hardest but couldn't quite get it. We'll work on that. She also likes to walk on her knees. She'll go three feet, face plant, get back up, go another three feet, face plant again. It's funny.
Ok ok ok. Enough about Addisyn already.
The rest of Cheese Days was great. Beer tent adventures Saturday night with huge beer bottles being used as weapons. The parade that lasts oh, about 2 hours too long for me. I did make out like a bandit with loot though. Win! And I saw all the musts. The cows. The New Glarus Fire Department old school ladder company. The giant wheel man. The Racing Sausages. I was surprised there were no politicians like usual.
And I think that rounds out Cheese Days quite nicely. Which means this post is done.
Chow mein fools!
It was Addisyn's first Cheese Days. Well, second in a way. She was being cooked during the last one. Us two hung out Saturday morning while the rest of the fam-damly went golfing. I took her down to the square early to just walk around and see what all was there. Unfortunately and stupidly I forgot my money so I could not take advantage of the short cheese curd line. The crowd was pretty thin so I let her out of the stroller for a bit by the stage and she went to town dancing to the yodeling. She's such a silly little girl. She loves to dance and she's got some of the cutest moves you'll ever see. Describing them won't do justice but there's this one where she'll stick one arm out to the side, palm up and spin in a circle. It's such a ballet move. I think the look on her face while she does it is priceless as well, like she's really into it.
After that we wandered around some more then headed back 'cause it was nap time. After her nap and lunch we went back down and holy cats was the square packed. She wasn't too happy that I wouldn't let her out to dance again. On the way back to the house she kept going "Weeeeee! Weeeeee!" or saying "Daddy? Daddy? Daddy?"
That chick is getting smart. Which I know babies are a lot smarter then we give them credit for and I know I've said that before but to see it is kind of cool. I was holding her and talking with some other people and she just started to say "I...I..." so I look at her and she's pointing to her eye. For no good reason she just decided to point it out. So then I asked her where my eyes were and she poked one then proceeded to try to pry it open. Then to see if she was quick on her feet I asked where her ears were. She got it no prob. Then to the nose, then back to the eyes. She doesn't know mouth yet but when we were saying it and pointing it out she was giving us her look that says "ok...ok...wait...wait...I'm thinking...I'm thinking. Got it!" She gives you the same look when you do something new and soon enough she'll do it or say whatever you were trying to get her to say.
She was also really into saying "I got it!" We were playing with a ball when it started on Saturday. I took it from her and said "I got it!" then hid it. So she gave me her little thinking look, found the ball and yelled "I GOT IT!" So I snatched it back, hid it again and she found it and yelled "I got it!" again. Then later I think I asked her where her cup or something was that she had so she held it up and said "I got it!"
She's also into cleaning and picking up. I handed her a baby wipe and pointed at a table so she went and wiped it up. She found some of her shoes on the floor so she picked them up, went to the closet and put them where they belonged. Hopefully she keeps that up! This helpful stage could be quite the benefit for me. I can get her to do stuff! I tried to get her to put my shoes on my feet for me and she sure tried her hardest but couldn't quite get it. We'll work on that. She also likes to walk on her knees. She'll go three feet, face plant, get back up, go another three feet, face plant again. It's funny.
Ok ok ok. Enough about Addisyn already.
The rest of Cheese Days was great. Beer tent adventures Saturday night with huge beer bottles being used as weapons. The parade that lasts oh, about 2 hours too long for me. I did make out like a bandit with loot though. Win! And I saw all the musts. The cows. The New Glarus Fire Department old school ladder company. The giant wheel man. The Racing Sausages. I was surprised there were no politicians like usual.
And I think that rounds out Cheese Days quite nicely. Which means this post is done.
Chow mein fools!
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