September 11th, 2004
|09:43 pm - Bugs in the River...|
Fell asleep in the basement and woke up on the couch at 8am. I hate doing that. The sleep isn't as good. But I was really, really tired and thought "I'll just lay on the couch for a few minutes before I go up to bed." Like that ever happens. Anyway, I woke up at 8am and I had to be at the River Roundup at 9am. Took a quick shower and got there on time. Of course it helps that I live 5 minutes away.
My team was good and we went to our two sites to collect our bugs. Half way to the second site, we realized that we had gone to the wrong first site. Oh, well. we were close anyway. But that would explain why the site wasn't all that user friendly. The second site was better. I got all the paperwork filled out all good and everything. We all carpooled with one of my team members. She had a Prius. Very fancy.
Got the grass cut, bleached the bathroom to get rid of all the mildew and cut up some branches for the compost. Liz brought me back some chinese to eat. Yay, Liz!
Yesterday, I got a call at work from my mom. She was supposed to go pick up her cousin Betty and her son Ian, in Windsor at the train station. They came from Quebec, Montreal actually. But my mom couldn't find her citizenship papers (she was born in Canada) and couldn't go. So I left work a bit early and went to get them. Good thing mom didn't go as the asshole French-Canadian customs guy asked not only to see my ID, but proof of citizenship. I used my voter registration card. Got my Aunt Betty and cousin Ian picked up safe and sound and got a bit lost in Windsor. Finaly made my way to the Tunnel and got back to the US. Since it was the day before the anniversary of 9/11, the US customs person merely asked us our citizenship, how I knew my two Canadian passengers and if they would be staying with me. I told the nice lady that they would be staying for a week, and that no, they were not bringing anything over besides personal luggage, etc. And the ladey said thanks and let us go. No checking id's, no showing proof of citizenship.
Them french, they be bitches.
Cept that one.....
|Date:||September 12th, 2004 04:34 pm (UTC)|| |
Yeah, that one's a motherfucker.
What a great word: Fucktard. It's perfect. There are few words that can express an idea and emotion as well as "fucktard. "