No y and no e

Today’s blog is dedicated to Kathrin Spoeck. Kathrin is one of the women I have been working with this summer. She is 24 years old, has short brown hair, a tiny nose ring, and is from Austria. Her accent is wonderful. I love the way she says my name. She met her husband four years ago when she flew to San Francisco to visit her cousin. After meeting Laurence she spent the rest of her vacation with him and then after a year of seriously long distance relationship she moved to the US and married him. Laurence is a lucky man because I think Kathrin is wonderful. She has been extremely nice to me from day one. She has such a sweet personality. She always explains everything to me. She is very patient as well. We bonded right away because we are both students. Kathrin is leaving tomorrow for vacation and when she returns my internship will be over. I gave her a ride to the buss stop today after work. She hugged me good buy and told me that she would miss my presence in the office and to please stay in touch. How nice is that? She is such a neat person. I should be sleeping, but I just wanted to remember her for a moment.

Fog = a spot free rinse from heaven

Michelle is house sitting this week and I’m staying with her. I love my Michelle time! The house is so dirty. It could possibly be the dirtiest house I have ever seen in my life. To clean/repair this house would probably take a lifetime, and if it weren’t for the location I doubt it would be worth it. This morning when I hiked the hill to my car I found it covered in water. It hadn’t rained but the fog today was thick. Now my car is clean and that is great.

My Geriatric July 4, 2007

Of all the things I love, fireworks are among the list. This year I did not even see a sparkler held by a small child. I spend the dusk hours of this Independence Day driving up 17 on my way home. As sad as this sounds it is actually preferred to spending more time with my crazy great aunt. In my first hours in California I knew that there would be no getting out of spending my fourth with these crazy relatives. The first thing they told me was that I would be attending there celebration. So I went. Why?, I do not know. Ok, I know, It’s because I’m a sucker. These people really helped me out this summer and I feel like I should humor them because they are family. I got to their run down beach house at 4 (thanks to terrible traffic and my procrastination). We ate cold food that wasn’t supposed to be cold and they drilled me on my life. Just so we are clear, by they I mean Cornie- my grandpa’s sister. Art- Cornie’s husband. He has a doctorate in computer science and spends 9hr’s every day loosing money on the stalk market. Ellen- their daughter. She could possibly be normal if she had different parents. There was another couple and their child at the party, but they were also very strange old people. I think I’m going to start adding up all the time I have to spend with these people and make my mom find a way to get my time back. They are her relatives so it’s her fault. I hate spending time with them for 5 reasons. 1- they are old and old people creep me out. 2- they are dirty. 3- they smell bad. ( my great aunt smells like urine) 4- they are nosy and bitter about life. 5- they laugh about everything especially things that aren’t funny.