You may or may not have heard of the horrific home invasion that occurred in Cheshire, CT back in July 2007. If not, look here and learn about the atrocity. I now work probably all of 10 minutes from where this happened, and Steven Hayes is from a town 20 minutes from here, and a woman I worked with at Rose Haven knew him years ago, but that's kind of irrelevant.

For the sake of poor Dr. Petit, I wish they would just put the two sick fucks who did this to his family to death so they can stop dragging this crap out in the news...I mean it has been a topic of discussion in local news at least monthly in the nearly two and a half years since it happened with spikes in coverage for major developments. I personally believe that when these two sick fucks are put to death that they should be tied to a chair and locked in a burning building (perhaps during a fire department's practice burn) and be allowed to torch to death (similar to the way they murdered Dr. Petit's wife and daughters) They did not afford their victims a humane death, so they shouldn't be given the luxury of a mere needle in the arm.

Anyway, now the situation is back in the news because someone decided to write a book about the atrocity. I honestly have no clue why the book is even being published, everyone involved is under a gag order...that said, the author of the book somehow managed to get a few jailhouse interviews with the scrawny rat-faced looking one of the pair and based his book on this.

Now the big deal is that local libraries are debating whether or not to carry the book. As of yesterday, the library in Cheshire decided that they will carry the book and it's striking a nerve. People argue that it's distasteful, an insult to the husband/father of the victims, ect. Unfortunately there is a little piece of the constitution called the first amendment and the whole freedom of speech thing.

As disgusting and horrific as the crime may be (and how shady the means of obtaining the information contained within the book were) there is no reason to ban the book. I'm sure, especially in Cheshire, being where the crime happened, that this book will not be a prominently displayed "must read: selection, however if someone wants to read the book for whatever reason, be it curiosity, enjoyment of true-life crime novels, or research into the mind of a lunatic, for example, the book should be available to them. If you don't want to read it, then DON'T read it. That's your choice and your right, just as much as it is anyone's right to read it.

Personally I will not be running out to pick up a copy, but you don't see me crying to ban the thing.

I also think that since this fool who wrote the book was in blatant violation of the gag order, he should give every last red cent generated by the sale & publicity of the book should be given to Dr. Petit to go towards the emotional trauma he has surely been subjected to with the media circus. Obviously money will not bring back his family, but it's the least this fool of an author can do. If he hadn't written the damn book, the news probably would have stayed fairly quiet until the trial for these idiots starts (which I think is January).

That's my rant of the day.
Books should never be banned, as humans we are perfectly capable of NOT reading something if it offends us

Like usual, my weekend was pretty uneventful...but decent nonetheless.

Friday after work I went to go pick up my prescription at the grocery store pharmacy and learn that they don't take my new insurance. I was not a happy camper. You'd think that the woman would have told me this Thursday when I brought her a copy of my new insurance card. Apparently not. Luckily, the boy's store DOES take it. I texted him "Do me a favor and ask a pharmacist if they take my new insurance". Two and a half hours later he calls with the pharmacist standing at his elbow ready to take my information. Way to go overboard doll...but that's to be expected with him.

Whilst I was standing around at the pharmacy getting progressively pissier and pissier, I got a dinner invite, which made my mood improve. So after the pharmacy tech figures out they don't take my insurance, I headed to Dos Amigos to meet up with John & Trice (kid's real name is Travis...dunno where the nickname came from). All in all it was fun, and for once I didn't come out looking like a complete slob...those honors go to Trice, who managed (somehow) to soak three quarters of his place mat with the water pitcher. In grand "Heather is a slob" fashion, I dumped water in my lap, but that dried pretty quickly, and kept me from having "I look like I peed my pants" syndrome. Whilst we were there, we were ghetto parked across the street at a gas station. The parking for the restaurant sucked...and was all taken. Of course the running joke was "Did our cars get towed yet?" That reminded me of the parking debacle the time I went to New York with Jess and Britt. Given that the parking does suck, I'm sure we weren't the first ones to have parked where we parked, so needless to say our cars were still there at the end of dinner.

After that, I headed home to wait for Justin to come over after he got out of work. Either I fell asleep or when he had his car fixed (some sort of engine issue) last week they fixed his exhaust slightly (I say slightly, because he has a muffler that is on the less obnoxious scale of the ricer exhaust spectrum...he says it sounds like a "pissed off bumblebee"...but that's not my point) because I didn't hear him pull up and go downstairs to let him in...so instead I had Taylor Swift blaring the chorus of "Love Story" in my ear.

He came bearing popcorn and informed we we were going to watch "Bones" on Hulu so he could catch up with the episodes he's missed. I think I've found a new show to love aside from my Grey's Anatomy. Bones is just medical enough to hook me, and it's crime-y enough to appease the boy. I think this may become a new weekend ritual of ours :)
*Note to self: Boy has not seen first 4 seasons...Target has 1 & 2 as a box set...Christmas present idea*

Saturday after he went to work I pretty much did absolutely jack until about 4:30 in the afternoon when the heat was stuck on
 
This is a picture of the thermostat right before I decided I had to get the hell out of the house. 85 friggin degrees and rising. And note how I had the damn thing turned all the way down to 50 in an attempt to quell the inferno.

After I couldn't take it anymore, I went and wandered around Target for a while. Broke down and bought myself a Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks...because I love those things. It pains me to admit it's the time of year for them though. Being broke makes Christmas a very unappealing holiday.

This stuff is like crack in a cup.

Whilst there, I ogled the selection of wireless mouses...I cracked and bought a new cheapie AC adapter off Amazon for my laptop since Dell quit selling them, so if that green beast gets up and running again, I'ma want a new wireless mouse, since I broke the last two in fits of rage whilst playing WoW. After I decided to leave before I bought anymore useless crap (kept the damage minimal at a candle, lipstains...which were cheaper in a two pack than they are individually...yay clearance section....and more Axe shower gel for the boy since the stuff he's got here's about out) I called Justin to see what he was up to...which I already knew the answer to...playing Demon Souls on his damn PS3...sometimes I think that stupid thing is his girlfriend and not me. Apparently he was planning on cleaning his room and somehow I got suckered into helping him do that. Even his own mom was like "Heather, you are too good to him..." (Yesss mom brownie points...never gets old!)

I thought I was a slob, he's a million times worse...he had crap he found that he hadn't seen since right after he moved back from the Air Force which is apparently like two years. And the amount of food and empty cans and dirty dishes in that room was disgusting. I don't know what came over me, the anti-cleaner that I am, but I actually cleaned WITHOUT COMPLAINING (Look Dad, if you got over the stick that's been in your ass since May...Mom got over it, you'd be proud of me) and I folded laundry. I think that's a first. I hate doing both, since my mom is such a neat freak, it's me rebelling since I can now. He kept telling me "Oh I'll put it away...don't fold it...I never fold my clothes", but it was something constructive to do while sitting there watching him three-shot things on the game.

After that, I couldn't be bothered to go home, so I spent the night at his house. Sleeping on his tiny bed is always an adventure, since we both toss and turn, steal the blankets off each other, and hog the bed space from each other. Saturday night was no exception. Usually I sleep on the outside since I'm the infamous bed hog. Saturday I slept on the inside next to the wall. I rolled over half asleep toward the wall and next thing I know I'm getting pulled over to the middle of the bed...Don't ask me how he did it, but he thought I was going to roll off the bed and needed to "save" me in his sleep. He totally doesn't remember that. Nor does he remember tickling me in his sleep. /facepalm...Even sleeping isn't immunity to being tickled anymore. When I told him about that Sunday morning, he thought that was hilarious. Apparently I'm "cute" when I squeak like a seal. (Of course if I try to tickle him back he gets all defensive...always a one way street...just like with the nail biting thing...I can't do it, but he can...) I swear he must have gotten a subconscious urge to hear me squeak...Because as soon as I did, he rolled over and slept some more...

Sunday was uneventful: We woke up, and Justin's dad made one of his usual sprawling Sunday breakfasts...fried eggs, potatoes, and coffee cake =D

Today sucked. I came in to work to a pile of about 15 admissions for one home (which I knew about from Friday when I sorted them) and a stack of faxes for that home about as thick as a ream and a half of copy paper. The admissions took me until quarter to two, and the stack of faxes kept me busy until it was time to leave at 4:30. Faxes go fast usually because 1.) If it's a coumadin order I don't waste my time looking at it because those things change more than I change my underwear 2.) If it's a prescription med order, Rhode Island's pharmacy's already entered it. [Coumadin orders also fall under that category]. In addition, it was a depressing environment because three quarters of the billing department got laid off. Apparently corporate wants to ship their jobs off to Pennsylvania. My boss interrogated the building's big boss...our jobs are safe. (Whew...I'm just barely catching up from being canned from Rose Haven)

Speaking of jobs...the boy heard back from the place he applied to. Apparently he didn't get high enough on some test they gave him...he has to reapply in three months. More Walgreens BS for him then for now. All I know is those jackasses better stop treating him like shit there, because I don't like hearing him all pissed off after work.

 
This kind of made the ride home better...84 may suck, but at least the view was pretty. [And for a crackberry Blackberry picture it came out good]

With that, I think I'm gonna get ready for bed...another rousing day of data entry awaits. Is it the weekend yet?

I know I've been really neglectful of this thing as of late. I've adjusted to the new job and all, but after dealing with road-rage inducing morons for about an hour each way everyday, I come home pretty much exhausted. It would probably help if I could post to this thing on my Blackberry considering it's pretty much always glued to my hand...but that doesn't seem to be happening. I tried downloading the mobile app they're hawking on the front page, but whenever I enter my number to get the text the text claims there's a link, which to my phone appears to be non-existant.

Twitter is fast becoming my social networking drug of choice. It's quick, it's easy, and, to borrow a line from Apple's insidious iPhone ads: There's an app for that.

I've kind of taken a hiatus of sorts from playing WoW...Justin got me sucked into another MMORPG in the same vain called Aion. I haven't been playing Aion as voraciously, he's actually disappointed that I'm only level 12 =P He also doesn't seem to understand the concept that I stare at a computer screen for eight hours a day, I like to have a few computer-free hours when I get home.

On that note, things with him are still going swimmingly after a year and four and a half months. Yesterday he had an over the phone interview for a job way the hell down in Shelton at a cable company. Last I knew (when he pursued this last year and then gave up on it) was that it had something to do with tech support. All I know is it will be paying him twice what he's making now at Walgreens, and it would be using what he went to school for. I had to wake his ass up at the crack of 8 am (which for Mr. I'm-so-not-a-morning-person is an ungodly hour) so when they called him at 9 he wouldn't still either a, be asleep, or b, sound like he just woke up. He says it went well...hopefully these people are kind to him and don't partake in chain yanking like I experienced so damn many times over the summer on my job hunt.

Anyhoo, I should probably get going...I have a lovely appointment with the lady doctor. Apparently something came back abnormal on my pap smear and he wants another look now that I actually have insurance. I refuse to worry about it until I have to, but yeah...I'm nervous.

I'll be back later, I have an idea for a few posts =P

For lack of anything more productive and intelligent to post today [It's one of those days...It was freakin freezing this morning, and my tire pressure monitoring BS in my car decided to go batty and claim my tire was underinflated, when in all reality it was fine...But I blew each of them up to 35psi on my way home so I don't have to deal with that shit again when the temps drop again...but other than that...the car is splendid] I have decided to repost a cheesy note from Facebook about the boy and I =D

Of course, here I have the luxury of linking to pertinent posts :)

1.) Where did you meet?
This here time suck of a website.

2.) Who introduced you?
He messaged me. And I was laying on my mom & dad's couch in South Carolina like "Wtfffffff? Who is this????" It was the night before I came home.

3.) What was the first thought that went through your head when you met?
Hmmm...he looks different than his facebook picture. [It was the lack of facial hair...haha]

4.) Do you remember what he/she was wearing?
A button down, khakis, and flip flops...and I remember thinking "FML...he's dressed better than I am."

5.) Where was the first place you kissed this person?
In his car in front of Jess' house when he brought me back from the fireworks :)

6.) How long did you know this person before you became a couple?
We talked back and forth on Facebook for two weeks...during which time I kept kinda blowing him off...Wow, don't I feel like a dumbass now...and then we went on our first date =P

7.) How did he/she ask you out?
It pretty much went like this on our Facebook message back and forths: "So, you working tomorrow?" "No, Thursday's the only other day I'm working this week." "Cool...come to Bohemian Pizza...we can talk, have a good time, watch my friend play guitar..." Or something to that effect.

8.) Do you have kids with this person?
No

9.) Have you ever broken the law with this person?
Yeah.

10.) When was the first time you realized that you really liked this person?
Five minutes after I met him...although apparently because I am a "mute" he thought I hated him ;P

11.) Do you get along with his/her family?
Love them :)

12.) Do you trust this person?
With my life and then some.

13.) Do you see her/him as your partner in the future?
Of course.

14.) What is the best gift she/he gave you?
Hmmm, the birthday surprises, earrings, standing in line with a buncha screaming morons so I could meet Fall Out Boy...the list goes on <3

15.) How long have you been with this person?
1 year, 3 months, and 10 days =D

16.) How well do you know your man or woman?
I'd like to think very well, but he's always got a few tricks up his sleeves =D

17.) What attracted you to her/him first?
Hahaha pretty much everything about him :)

18.) Hair color?
Brown

19.) Does he/she let you wear their pants?
I don't. But he prolly would :P

20.) Do you have a shirt of hers/his that you sleep in?
Hehe I kidnapped one of his white shirts once...K I lied, he left it here...but I wore it for two days haha...but then I washed it and gave it back.

21.) Does she/he make you happy?
Boy makes my world go round :)

22.) Does she/he have any piercings?
Negatifffeeeeee

23.) Does she/he have any scars that you know of?
Yes.
I just noticed a couple of dents in his forehead the other day that are from a cat scratch I guess :P

24.) Is she/he Outgoing or Shy?
Outgoing...aka THE COMPLETE FREAKIN OPPOSITE OF ME

25.) Does she/he sing?
I like it when he sings...it's cute =D

26.) Do you like her/his friends?
They're cool

27.) Does she/he have any tattoos?
Indeedy.

28.) Does she/he look like their mom?
Like his Dad.

29.) Do you like her/his sisters/brothers?
Pshhhhh he's an only child...and you can so tell ;P

30.) What is the most romantic date he/she has ever taken you on?
Going to the White Memorial boardwalk after we went to dinner one night.

32.) Do you live with this person?
No...
Not yet anyway.

33.) Do you have any pets together?
I love the Hooligans. That is all that needs to be said.

34.) Where is this person?
At his computer.

35.) What is your anniversary date?
070208<3

36.) When will you guys do something next?
Friday at the very least.

I've been busy with work. You wouldn't think sitting at a desk in front of a computer all day would be all that exhausting, but it is. I'm past the whole "getting up at the crack of dawn is murder" thing and have finally settled into a routine.

Today I was officially assigned a nursing home whose medical records I am pretty much solely responsible for...I am officially not really "the new girl" anymore...I have the same crap to do as everyone else now...of course on a less grand scale, because I'm still being eased into it. [Well that, and another girl started two weeks after me] I can't complain though. I enjoy mindlessly data entering and being off in my own little world with my iPod. It beats getting verbally and sometimes physically abused by deranged old people. I don't have to deal with bodily fluids, and I don't have to work weekends :)

Other than that, life has been pretty boring: Work, Seeing Justin, seeing friends...that's about all I have time to do...haha

I've been sucked further into the world of Twitter...mostly because there are a myriad of apps for the Crackberry for it :P

*hinthint* xanga needs a mobile app that actually works for my damn Blackberry!

So, if you twitter, follow me...my name is WrongImpression, after the Natalie Imbruglia song, because RunningWithScalpels is too long apparently =/