Two gone by...

Ever have an old person tell you that life goes by too fast, so enjoy it while you can? I've been told that many a time. They think I don't understand what they're talking about, but I do. Ever since like middle school, every year has gone by faster than the last.
This year/this summer I told myself that I would slow things down and enjoy this summer. I tell you what, that is going to be tough. I don't mean a little difficult. I mean inexplicably hard.
-My manager at work told me that I'd be working close to 40 hours a week.
-Plus, I'm going to need to watch my younger sister a lot (both my parents work and my other siblings aren't here).
-Also, my family wants to get season passes to Six Flags.
-And I have a girlfriend (we all know they are time suckers).
-I'm going to TRY to work on my relationship with God, too.
Yeah, I need like 20 extra hours in each day for all that stuff. It may not seem like much, but it is a crap-load for me. Hopefully, by some miracle, I will be able to fit it all in, and slow things down. I'll have to move some priorities around and shave some things away. Two weeks have already gone by, I better get crackin. We'll see if I can figure this stuff out.
-EL ANTONIO (the anthony)

A trip to the ER

Today was an exciting day! It started out with nothing special... woke up around 10, watched a movie, and Rachel came over for lunch. After lunch she headed back to work, but called me about 20 minutes later saying I need to take her to the hostible (hospital). She couldn't see out of her right and and said her head was going to explode, or so it felt. I took her there, then about 4 hours later, after all that hospital mumbo jumbo and a CAT scan, they said it was probably just a new kind of migraine for her. it must have been a nasty one, it was easy to tell she was in a LOT of pain. that's definitely the short version of the story, but thats about it. if anybody actually reads this (i know my jonny bear does) then a prayer for rachel would be nice. i'm sure she'd appreciate it! UNTIL NEXT TIME...

Cell Phones

Today, I was trying to get a hold of somebody on their cell phone. So I text them, they dont reply. I text them again, they dont reply again. I call them, and they dont answer. Why would you have a cell phone if you're not going to answer it? Not much makes me madder than when people dont answer their cell phones. I think we should start a rule that says if you dont answer your cell phone 3 times, you lose your phone privileges for LIFE! Okay, that's all i have to complain about today!

Graduation Party

So today I had my graduation party. Nothing too special, just some food and hanging out. About 40 maybe 50 people showed up. Not a bad turn out, but there could have been more (I slacked on the invitations, which I now regret). I got a butt-load of money and some cool gifts. It was nice being able to visit with some family that I haven't seen in awhile. Of course, the big question at the party was "What are you going to do from here?" and, of course I didn't know the answer. I'm still not sure whether I should be a Youth Pastor or an Engineer. Yeah, two totally different paths. Hopefully God will show me the right way soon. Lately, I think He's been telling me to go the Youth Pastor route, but I still don't feel to comfortable with that. We'll see what happens... It's late, I've had a long day, I'm going to get some sleep.
-The 15-hour-away-from-graduating almost-graduate.

No stress for you..*pluah*

Today I realized something. I may be crazy in thinking this, but I think there's some truth to it. Today during work I dropped like a thousand things, and I didn't get frustrated or embarrassed or stressed out by it. I also heard people at work today complaining about how today was the stressful day. I thought to myself... what the heck is stressful about today. Then I realized that I do not get stressed by things other people do. Like dropping crap, having crabby customers, deciding what college to attend, what I'm going to do in life. It takes a lot for me to get stressed out, and I just thought that was something that I might share with you. Well, that's about all my brain can handle at this late hour, so ADIOS AMIGOS!
-Papaya shurmama

Guitars, guitars, guitars...

So I have a 12-string guitar that I play for church. About 4 months ago, I broke a sting on it, didn't bother to replace it, and kept playing anyways. Then about two months ago I broke another string. I stopped playing it. I planned on getting a new set of strings that week, but you know how things work with me. I didn't get new strings until 2 weeks ago, and didn't put them on until this morning. OYE! On Thursday night band practice, Super Suave broke a bass string, and of course I didn't have a replacement one. I'm gonna have to buy a new set of bass strings this week... we'll see if that happens.
Other than that, "Barefeet" is playing 5 songs for the upcoming Gathering (Monday, May 28th @ 7:00PM). YOU SHOULD GO! If you don't, I'll rip your throat out.
ES TODO PARA AHORA! ADIOS

oye

So I work at Supervalu. I started as a bagger, but moved to the grocery(stocking) department. When I moved to my new department, I was supposed to get a raise to 7 bucks. So about a month ago, for some odd reason, I looked at the details on my check. It said I was getting paid $6.75. Yeah, a quarter may not seem like a big deal, but it was to me. So i looked at all of my old pay-check stubs, and none of them said I was getting paid 7 bucks. So that's been for like the past 4 months at least that I've been getting under-paid. So that one quarter an hour adds up. So I tell the store manager and he says he'll take care of it. It's been a month and my checks still aren't right! UH! Its started to get really frustrating.
My next story about work is that I signed up for direct deposit for my check like a month ago and it's still not working. It should only take two weeks, so that's frustrating me even more.
My third story about work (and my last) is about picking up my last paycheck. Here it is: I go into work and pick up my check, open it up, and see it's for 129.65. Not bad. I look at my wage and it says 775. Too far, it's only supposed to be 7. so i go look for the store manager, he's not there. whatever, i'll talk with him later. so i go to the bank and as i grab the door to walk in, i look at the name on the check and it says "ANTHONY AIELLO." Yeah, that's not my name. So i go back and pick up the right check and guess what... it's the exact same amount. My paycheck is 129.65 so i could have cashed his check and it wouldnt have mattered.
HOLY COW! How much more crap can happen at my work? I guess I'll keep you posted on what crazy crap happens next.
-OH ONE MORE THING! the guys i work with want to have a "Supervalu Dodgeball Tournement" at my church sometime soon. we'll see how that works out.
That's all folks!