Many and Strange Friends

Life is... something!

My latest Chic-Fil-A friends are many, and strange.
I had this laundry delivery man come in and order breakfast, he told me he had noticed I didn't work nights anymore so he didn't come in as often. I was like... oh! That's nice or something. So, today, he came in to continue this conversation, this time with his girlfriend. Who happened to be a real witch. She wouldn't eat anything, she finally said she would gnaw on a biscuit. Anyway, like I care about the ugly guy anyway.

Then, I had this guy come through drive-thru and when I opened the window he was staring at me, and informed me that I had a "very lovely, beautiful voice." Right! I sound like a five-year-old. =)

And then, I have this friend on Emode who wrote me this weird, awful, annoying poem. He's like 42!!

Anyways, this is quite a boring post, but I had to put something here.


Do you ever have those mornings where you wonder if it could possibly get any worse? It wasn't the bad-hair, smeared-lipstick, burnt-toast kind of bad morning. It was the let-me-kill-myself-and-put-the-world-and-myself-out-of-misery kind of morning.

First of all, last night I went to bed with extreme flu like symptoms which started early last night. My skin was crawling, my eyes were burning, my joints all ached, I was shivering uncontrolibly and was running a low fever. The last thing in the world I needed was to be sick, so once I finally got home after almost finishing my paper around 3:15, I curled up under a heap of blankets trying to gain some sort of relief. Thankfully, Joy came home shortly after me and kept me warm, which eased the aching joints and crawling skin.

Well, we overslept this morning, and Dad was... pissed, to put it mildly. He has a seminar this morning and the fact that Joy wasn't ready to leave at the crack of dawn greaty disturbed him.
So, while Joy was showering I had a lecture delivered to me at not quite full volume, but had enough vehemence to make up for any lack of volume.

Basically, to make a very long lecture shorter, everything, including the fact Joy overslept, Fred was dragging his feet, Laura not doing the laundry, all the stress in his life and anything else that had gone wrong in the past 72 hours was my fault. Black and white, MY fault because I worked through the night on my paper, rather that working on it this weekend, and if I hadn't spent so much time with Jared... Let me point out a few things, first of all, I spend one evening with Jared. Second of all, I never write my papers ahead of time, I work best the night before.

Anyway, after this great long lecture, which I believe was supposed to reduce me to tears, he apoligized for exploding at me, but then tagged on at the end "but you do understand how you staying out late causes all these problem, right?"

Of course, I can look on the bright side of things, I took the flak for everyone and now they won't get in trouble, and I spared them a irrational harrange from Dad.

Joy reminded me that indeed, while life was looking dreary, Jared still loved me. And as if it were a sign from God, he called me this morning after this whole thing happened just because "he wanted to see how I was doing and tell me he loved me." I love you too Jared!

Anyway, all this to suffice to say, I hope you have a good morning, and let's hope it was better than mine.

Y'all Have a Nice Day

If I wanted to sit here and muse, or if you want a paticularly long post, I could wax eloquent about Jared for awhile, but somehow I don't think that is what you were looking for.

I will suffice it to say, we had a very fun weekend together, and he comes home in 17 days!

My latest gripe with life is that my boobs are entirely too big. I know, the rest of the world does not agree, but when you have people who GREET them! We know we have a serious problem.
It all comes back to the fact sometimes I think the male species is so completely disgusting. For example, when I work in drive-thru I consistently have guy staring down my shirt when I go to give them their order. It is then I am tempted to neatly pitch it in their laps and then smile sweetly.

Ok, last week this man pulls up to get his order and I greet him cheerily. He immediately affixes his eyes to my chest, and their they remain until he pulls away from the window. The clincher was the fact, when I told him to have a nice day he says "Y'all have a nice day too." Still staring intently. ARGH! The NERVE of some people. The NERVE of some people to flirt with Chic-Fil-A employees. I mean, I know most of the girls I work with are ho's, but seriously! I act very nice and sweet and innocent you THINK they would give me the dignity of treating me like a EXPENSIVE ho instead of a cheap one.

Alas, such is my plight in life with red hair, thick legs, squishy waist, and big boobs. It's a rough life.

Retro Cell Phones?

Good news, for me anyway. I am feeling much more confident on my muscles. As boring as they are, today, for once, lab actually did some good and I am getting better at them. I have decided half of this whole nursing thing is just sticking with it. So, I have adopted my anxiously-charging-life-straight-in-the-face look. I also need to work on getting a job at the hospital...

A few blonde antics of mine.
First of all, my very-cute-new-Verizon-phone (which will henceforth be referred as VCNVP, you figure it out) has the adorable external screen, which is round with these cute little retro looking lines around it. (You have to see it to understand) Anyway, Joy was making fun of my phone, saying it looked stupid. I pointed it out it had a cute, funky, retro-70's look. Joy pointed out that there was no such things as a retro cell phone, or a 70's cell phone. I felt throughly squelched, I personally think she is just jealous. I don't have a piece of CellularOne CRAP! hehe

My other blonde thing... this morning as I was driving Joy to work, I noticed my rearview was really weird, it wasn't excactly foggy, but very hard to see out of. So, I smacked the defrost button and merrily drove along. Five minutes later, the rearview was no different looking, I smacked the defrost button harder, making sure that the little defrost light came on. Ten minutes down the road, twenty degrees hotter, the stupid mirror still looked weird, so I reached up to rub the fog off the mirror, only to realize it was pointed at the ceiling, and the reflection off the back window into the mirror is what I was seeing, not actually out the window. Yes, I felt very stupid I assure you.

I have to do homework, toodles!

CellOne Crap

Life has taken a turn for the better!

First, in the area of cell phones. Dad wanted us all to switch to Cellular One, so, very sadly, I returned my cute Verizon phone in exchange for a large clunky piece of CellOne CRAP! I had it for a day, I decided I could take no more of this horriblness and switched back to Verizon. I now have a very, very cute phone. Though I refuse to use a song as my ring. Absolutely not!
Some things aren't looking so happy, Jared is most likely going to get rolled back two more weeks, graduate in January, and then he will prolly be shipped out to Iraq in February. Sigh. I am happy because that is what he wanted, but at the same time, most of the casualities are among the new servicemen. I guess that just gives me reason to pray harder and longer.

I don't have anything interesting to say, I will go program my very cute phone. =)

This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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