Traffic was pretty much non-existant this morning so I have a few minutes to kill before punching in (Now that I've learned that Xanga on here DOES work, albeit with a very odd layout)

Last night Justin and I went to see "Boondock Saints 2: All Saints Day". It was alright. He loved it, but then again he's a guy, so watching people having their heads blown off for two hours is his idea of a grand old time, whereas it isn't mine. That said, I did like it, so it wasn't a complete waste of time and money.

Just gotta survive today and find enough work to keep myself amused til 4:30, its the end of the month so the workload is dwindling. I'll have to call Justin at lunch and find out what the deal is for tomorrow, I know last year he didn't trust me to get up on time and made me come over the night before. Then I'm sure it will be the usual breakfast with his family. Then for later (since we both want to avoid the awkwardness that was Thanksgiving with my dads relatives from last year) Justin has conned his dad into making us a turkey (his parents are vegetarians) and we'll have our own little celebration. I'm looking forward to it.


Ughhh time to go punch in :(

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?