RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING

1) Why does NO ONE in this town use their blinkers? You can't say it's just not done in the south, because I've always lived down here and I don't remember it being a problem until just the past few years. Grrrr.

2) I think I'm going to have Steve's DNA tested to see if he's the father of Anna Nicole Smith's baby. You know, just in case. Yuck. Seems that she had access to more DNA than a crime lab. I also wish that they would just bury her and get it over with. I bet there was less news coverage about the JFK murder. Jeez.

3) I got my letter letting me know I can order my cap and gown next week! EEEEEEEEEEEEE! I also got an invitation to join the Delta Epsilon Iota academic honor society. I think I'll join, just so I can get the tassels for graduation. I'm already a (lapsed) member of the Kappa Something Something honor society, but I didn't go and get my tassel or pin. I paid for the darn things, you'd think they could have mailed them to me! :P At any rate, looks like I never had to be a bowhead to get a few Greek letters! Woo-Hoo!

4) We are having our house reassessed next week for refinancing and I'm supposed to be cleaning. I've been trying to pick up my office, but I had no idea how much of a mess it really was. Seriously, I found a whole stash of screen prints I did three years ago. I know for a fact I've cleaned up my office since then, but I don't remember seeing these things. Weird. On a nicer note...who wants some screen prints?

5) That fathead friend of mine who can't seem to have both a girlfriend and girls who are friends, has struck again. "If I just wasn't a lady, what wouldn't I tell that varmint?!" I don't know why I put up with people like this! If we hadn't been friends since junior high, I'd probably punch him in the neck and forget about him. However, it is the length of our friendship that gives me pause. Well, that, and I really like his parents. I think if I were to assault him, they would frown on that.

6) I had the weirdest dream the other night. I dreamed I was serving cake at a wedding. I don't know who's wedding it was, because I never saw the bride or groom. In fact, I was watching myself serve the cake, which was also weird. Anyways, I dreamed I was serving the cake, and then I took the big silver knife and stabbed myself in the chest and cut out my own heart, but I smiled the whole time I was doing it. Then I laid it, my heart, on the table and continued serving cake with a smile on my face and a bloody mess on my dress. No one seemed to notice that every piece of cake I served had blood on it from the knife. It was kind of gross. I'm not quite sure if I want to know what that dream says about me, you know?

7) My friend really liked the napkins that I gave him for a wedding gift. He seemed a little surprised that I would go to the trouble to do it. He kept saying thank you and looking embarrassed. I wasn't aware that napkins could do that to anyone. Good thing I didn't get them anything tacky. His head might have exploded. ; )

I should really probably finish cleaning. GROAN.

Oh! Gratuitous Picture!
Now THAT was a long time ago.
Tawney Kittain hasn't got anything on me! Heeheehee.

WEEKEND UPDATE!

Yes, my preciouses, it's that time again. Time to read about my generally uneventful, yet oddly interesting, weekend. You might want to pause here and go to the bathroom before you start reading. I don't want a cleaning bill on my hands.

FRIDAY: Friday started off late for me. I couldn't make myself wake up. I haven't been sleeping well and if I wake up in the middle of the night for any significant length of time and then go back to sleep, I feel as if I haven't slept at all. I knew I'd be late for work, so I took my lunch hour from 8-9 that morning so that I wouldn't get in trouble. My boss is generally cool with things like that, so no harm-no foul. After work I had decided to run some errands. I have been embroidering some napkins for a friend who is getting married and I had to go and buy another one because I didn't have enough. I found out this morning that I STILL didn't make enough, but I'll have to give them an IOU because their wedding is this weekend and I don't have time to make 3 more before then. I also went to Fresh Market to spend a gift certificate that Mr. Lee got me for my birthday. I love going there, but I always feel so gauche because the clientele is generally that of the yuppie-kind. I don't exactly fit that description, you know. So I got some things, looked at other things, and was too embarrassed to ask for help at the deli counter. I finally got what I wanted and left out of there. Even though I really like the store, there is always that sense of relief when I leave. I always feel like the soccermoms and gay couples who I always see in there are thinking "INTERLOPER!" when I walk by.

Saturday was, as usual, less productive than I had hoped. I wasn't feeling well, so I was slow to do the stuff that needed to be done. I did manage to get some things finished, but then I got a bad headache and had to lie down for a while. I think I slept, but I can't be certain. That has been happening to be a lot lately. I'll fall into an ill timed half doze that can last for a few minutes to about an hour. Weird. Anyways, it was supposed to storm that day, so I kept a lookout to make sure that I got the dogs in before that happened. I was playing the hokey-pokey with them all day, but they had a good sense of humor about it. Also, they got extra treats, so I know that they didn't mind. :) While I was eating lunch, I decided to get a pay-per-view movie. For some reason, I decided that "Saw III" would be perfect lunch time entertainment. I thought the other two movies were pretty good, so I didn't think I would have a problem with this one. Oops. Now, I have a pretty strong stomach for horror movies, but this one was gross. There were literally scenes that I couldn't watch at all, and that is not normal for me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not so blase about torture that I can watch it with no problem, but this movie was painful. I had to leave the room and just listen to a lot of it, but I made myself watch as much as I could since I bought it. *Shudder* By that point, Steve was home and we decided to watch another movie. It had started to thunder and lightening, so he flipped off the lights and a bunch of our electrical stuff and we watched the movie on his laptop while sitting in the dark. The movie he had picked was "Snakes on a Plane." I knew that the movie had been deemed awfully silly, even with all of the hype, but I thought we might as well watch it anyways. I'm not going to lie and say the movie was great, but it was definitely entertaining! It gave me the crawlies something terrible, but it was funny and made me jump, which I like. My one big problem was my own fear of flying and being trapped inside somewhere made the movie all the more creepy, but I thought it was fun. There is some bad language and some nudity that seemed gratuitous, but not nearly as much as I thought would be on there. I'm just glad we didn't see this movie in a theater. Steve doesn't like it when people hear him scream like a girl. :)

Sunday was the norm. Church and My parents house for lunch. Our morning service was a little different because our church is having a revival this week, so the visiting preacher did the sermon. I mean no disrespect to him, because I'm sure he's a wonderful person and all, but I didn't like the way he kept trying to get people to say "Amen" during his sermon. Seems to me that if people want to say it, they will, and not because the preacher stops what he's saying and gives them a cue. Other than that, he certainly made the story of the prodigal son interesting. Steve had to decline going to my parent's house with me that afternoon, so I drove out to Athens alone. We had a good lunch and I enjoyed visiting with my family. However, I still wasn't feeling well and I fell asleep. I slept longer than I wanted to and had to drive home in a semi-daze. I was lucid enough not to cause an accident, but I felt like I had been drug behind the car all of the way home. I stayed home from evening service to work on some school stuff, and I also watched the Oscars for a while. I'd love to go to the Oscars if for no other reason than I would get to dress up. However, I'd probably wind up listening to my iPod during the actual ceremony because too much rear kissing makes me throw up in my mouth a little. However, I thought Ellen D. did a good job as the host.

Exciting, no?

So, I got an ego boost from Ed yesterday morning. Sort of, but not really.

Walking into work, he caught up with me in the parking lot and told me that he had a funny moment in his car before he got out. He said he was sitting there and he saw this girl walking towards the building and thought "Hey, she's pretty cute." Then he laughed and said "But then I thought, oh, that's just Kelly. Pffffft."

I can't believe he pfffft-ed me!

I can't say I was completely insulted. I mean, if I hadn't of been me, he would have thought I was cute. That's got to be worth something, right?

I didn't know what to say, so I just readjusted my hump and went on my way.

Thanks, Ed. And the horse you rode in on. Oh, and your mom, too.

SPECIAL EDITION!

BIRTHDAY UPDATE

Hi everyone! Sorry it's taken me so long to actually do this, but I've had a rough couple of days getting in contact with my blog account. I really, really want to beat down our system admin. He's just being a jerk. That isn't just my opinion, it's the opinion of the IT dude who works for him.

But I digress.

OK, so my birthday.

I actually had every intention of staying at home, literally in my bed all day so that the bad luck of my birthday couldn't taint too many of you fine people. However, after talking to two very wise people (Kenny and Steve) I realize it was kind of dumb for me to think my birthday is cursed. I'm still not convinced that there isn't something wrong with the universe on that day, but maybe not as serious as a curse. So the night before (Feb. 13th), I came home from work and gave Steve his Valentine's Day card. Sappy and silly, I know, but I don't want to ruin it for him. After the candy debacle of the week before, I had pretty much given up on getting him anything like a gift, but luckily for me I ran across a Han Solo figure that he didn't even know existed! Can you believe it?! Me, finding a Han Solo figure he was unaware of! Miracle of miracles!

I am the most Awesome. Wife. Ever. No matter what he says.

Anyway. I gave him his card and when I walked into my office, there upon my office chair was my birthday gift. Steve had gotten me a WACOM tablet for my G5. If you don't already know what that is, it's kind of hard to explain. I will describe it as USB powered awesomness. Basically it's a drawing thingie for my Mac. It will be very helpful in my design work. I was very glad, because I had mentioned that I wanted one of them and he listened! Go Steve! So while I'm looking over my new toy, he asked if I wanted anything for Valentine's Day too. It's no secret that I love presents, so of course I said I did. He said he'd have to go find something. So he comes back into the living room and hands me one of these:

I was a little blown away because A: Once again, we have what is obviously jewelry (and he has told me that jewelry is a waste of money) and B: It's from frakin' Tiffany's! So I opened the lovely little robin's egg blue box to find this:



Since I love the ocean and I love stars, he got me a starfish pendant! Isn't it pretty? It's funny, because I had been saving up to buy this for myself, but he gave it too before I had the chance. So of course I was thrilled.

Then, of course, I kind of felt shoddy about the Han Solo figure. But in Steve's head, I think we are even. : )

I got many lovely gifts and cards from many of you and if I haven't already thanked you, I'm doing it again! THANK YOU!

On the morning of my actual birthday, I woke up at exactly 2:00 am and couldn't go back to sleep. I wasn't excited about it being my birthday but I think I was a little scared. This was the day I had chosen to use positive thinking so that I could have a wonderful birthday! So far, things didn't seem to be going all that hot. It was early, cold, and I was not ready to be awake. However, my brain said I couldn't sleep anymore, so I went into my office.

That is a picture of my feet. For my long time readers (all three of you) this won't have to be explained.

Ignore the dirty socks, but the dogs wanted to go outside and I couldn't find my slippers.

So I played a few rounds of Mah Jong to make myself sleepy. I played it and couldn't get past level 14 for the life of me. I know I played it solidly for 2 hours or more, but I couldn't figure out the stupid thing. I finally got sleepy enough to go back to bed.

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It didn't last long, though. At 6:00, I was wide awake again. I had decided that I was going to do all kinds of fun, girly stuff that I never get a chance to do since I had taken the day off of work. Of course, it took me a while to get motivated.

The first thing I did was give myself a pedicure. I'd love to go have this done professionally, but my feet are so ticklish that I'm afraid I'd kick some tiny Asian lady in the head if she touched them wrong, so I did it myself.

My feet were so slippery for the foot lotion stuff that I had bought, that I almost fell and broke my leg.

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I decided to get ready and go out to do some things. I had a whole day of stuff lined up, because I was SURE that as long as I stayed busy, everything would be fine. I was just about to get dressed when I realized that I had never washed any of my jeans. So I did some laundry.

That took forever.

However, no worries. I was soon as gorgeous as I could possibly make myself and onward to my day!







My first stop was going to be the mall so I could get my hair cut. I'm letting it grow out, but I needed to get the split ends trimmed. I'm thinking: It's Wednesday, the mall has JUST opened, this shouldn't take any time at all!


Wrong. I made it to the mall, but there was only one stylist at the place, and she didn't know how long it would be before I could be fit in.

No problem, I said, and removed my name from the list.

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OK, then. The next thing on my agenda was that I was going to go to the library and check out some audio novels that I could put on my iPod. I like to listen to books while I work because it keeps me focused. I know that our library has a really big audio/visual area, so I figured I'd get about three books and have them for days that I have long, tedious projects.

Wrong again. Apparently they have about 9,000 audio novels on cassette tape, but only about 16 on CD. 14 of those are the Bible and self-help books.

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You know, granted, these aren't big problems or anything, but the day started to get a little frustrating. Pretty much everything I had planned was going wrong. Of course I kept on keeping on, because I figured that eventually something would go right. I was determined to have a good dang birthday! However, for the time being, I stopped taking pictures to focus on trying to enjoy myself.

So from the library to an antique store I went. I love going to antique stores because I love things that have history. Plus, you never know when you go into a place and find something wonderful and old, possible all scratched to heck - but who cares. It's perfect! Well, the antique store I picked wasn't like that. Oh don't get me wrong, there were tons of beautiful things in the store, but I didn't have enough money to buy anything. In fact, I'm pretty sure I didn't have enough money to breathe on anything in that store. This was one of those places where you buy antiques because you have a house in New England that was once owned by George Washington and you need furniture of the correct time period to compliment the elaborate crown mouldings in the parlor. I was so scared I was going to knock something over! I wondered about, trying to look like I had money and kept my hands in my pockets. When I overheard the little British lady who owned the store talking about the 17th (or maybe 18th) century armoire that they had, I had to leave. One sneeze, and I would have to sell my kidneys on e-bay to pay for something. From there I went to a used book store and went a little nuts. I seriously need to stop buying books. I have a lot of them I have yet to read and I'm running out of places to put them all.

During the book store incident, I realized I hadn't eaten all day. It's a rare day when I forget to eat, people. Seriously, I was FOCUSED! My plan was to go to Cracker Barrel and get take out. Since I had dinner with Kenny there a couple of weeks ago, I had been having a serious jones for another one of their cheeseburgers. I don't know why, but that is what I wanted. So onward to Cracker Barrel, or so I thought. Somehow, somewhere I took a wrong road. I'm driving along, minding my own business, when I realize "Hey. I don't know where I am!" Soon enough, I realize I had somehow turned on the road that would take me straight out to Redstone Arsenal. If you've never tried to get on base, you probably have never seen this 900 mile long, no turns, surrounded by marshes and woods, wasteland that leads directly to a gate where two or more soldiers with M-16s are standing there waiting to do cavity searches on anyone who doesn't have a sticker thingie. I start to panic a little and begin a mental inventory of anything I might be carrying that could be considered a weapon. Lucky for me, there was a U-turn lane about 100 feet from the gate, so I got turned around the right way and headed on.

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By this time I am past hungry and starting to get light headed and mean. I'm glad no one was with me, because I'm afraid I would have been snappish to them. I already know that I was extremely rude to the entire senior citizen population of Huntsville, which decided to come out and drive 25 miles an hour, not use the blinkers, and swerve from lane to lane regardless of the amount of traffic around them. I'm just glad they couldn't hear me. They would have been scandalized. I FINALLY made it to the restaurant and put in my order.

About an hour later I got my lunch.

I was all but gnawing on my purse straps from hunger, but luckily the food came out just in time to prevent that. I also bought myself a t-shirt that says "Official Old Fogey" from the gift shop. Then I went home. I was tired of trying to enjoy myself. So I changed into my new shirt and a pair of yoga pants and ate my lunch. It was just as Yummy as I thought it would be. After that, I took a nap.
Yes, that's me and my dragonfly slippers, and yes I took a picture of myself about to take a nap. I don't remember much after that picture, though, until Steve came home from work.

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HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA! In your FACE, Birthday!


We talked for a few minutes and then he fell asleep. I was awake by then, so I got up and worked on one of my projects.

Once Steve woke up, I was ready to go and do something. However, we both realized how very little we have in common when we couldn't think of anything we'd like to do. Together.

So he watched Stargate. I played Mah Jong.

I had come full circle. My birthday was done for another year.

Thank GOD!

Yikes.

Sorry this will be so short, but I'm running late for everything this morning!

I suppose you are probably relieved (I hope) that I was not destroyed on my birthday. It wasn't a great day, but it wasn't terrible either. I hope to write about it as soon as I can. Normally I would do this from work, but the Network Admin. at the SProcket has decided to block nearly everything one can get to on the internet. No, that isn't an exaggeration at all. I'm blocked from Blogger at the moment.

Anyways, as soon as I can get a few minutes, I'll fill you all in. I even have pictures! Yay!

As most of you know, today is my birthday. I am 29. For a normal person, this would be a time to celebrate or lament. However, I am doing neither. I am very likely hiding out somewhere in my home, trying my best to contain the jinx that plagues me and those around me. I believe very much that the only thing I've ever done to cause this jinx is to have the audacity to want to have a good birthday. So, because I am now probably in my hall closet with a flashlight and a MRE at my elbow so that I don't have to go anywhere and taint anyone else's day, I wanted to go ahead and apologize in case my bad luck infects any of you. Oh yes, it has done it before, and usually to the people I love most.

If at some point today you find yourself engaged to, married to, or impregnated by, someone whom you'd rather not be...I'm sorry.

If you find out you have a nasty disease or a fatal wound of some kind...I'm sorry.

If your house is suddenly plagued with paranormal activity...call TAPS...and I'm sorry.

If you have an accident or get murdered in some horrible way...I'm sorry.

If an ex boyfriend/girlfriend shows up at your house and takes you prisoner and you have to be smoked out of the hostage situation with tear gas bombs...I'm sorry.

If you wake up expecting breakfast in bed or roses (after all, it is Valentine's Day, too) and you are disappointed...I'm sorry.

If the romantic candles you placed in your bedroom catch the curtains on fire and you have to be rescued by a big, burly fireman...your welcome...and I'm sorry.

If you are secretly in love with someone and you find out they are getting married, or are gay...I'm sorry.

If you are attacked by penguins in the middle of a desert...I'm sorry.

If your favorite TV show is preempted by a State of the Union address, or weather coverage...I'm sorry.

If a dog steps in your dessert...I'm sorry.

If you get into a fight and wind up not speaking to someone you dearly love...I'm sorry.

If you happen to realize that your significant other completely forgot to get you anything for Valentine's Day and they give you a crappy gift that wasn't intended for you to begin with, but they give it to you so that you will think that they just have really bad taste instead of just not thinking about you...I'm sorry.

If you lean out of your top floor window after you take a shower to get a better look at who is driving into the garage of your next door neighbor, fall out of said window leaving your towel behind caught on the window latch, land naked and unconscious into your begonias and are arrested for public lewdness...well, you shouldn't be so nosy, but also, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry if you have a bad day. I didn't do it on purpose, I swear. However, it's probably my fault anyways, even though I'd never wish any of that stuff on anyone ever. All I can ask is for forgiveness and a wide berth each February 14th. Tomorrow I'll give you an update and let you know how things went. If I'm still alive, that is! : )

WEEKEND UPDATE!

Greetings everyone! I hope you all had lovely weekends, as I did.

Friday I came home from work and crashed while Steve watched more Stargate SG1 and other various TV shows we had on the DVR. We might have even talked to each other, but I can't remember. I spent most of my evening playing Mah Jhong (is that even close?), trying to sew some patches onto Velcro for one of Steve's jackets and embroidering some napkins that I'm giving a friend of mine who is getting married in March. I'm begging again, no one else get married this year...PLEASE.
I'm actually getting pretty good at the embroidery, but it's tough on my eyes. Oh well, what more noble way of going blind than by sacrificing one's senses to your art? Nah, don't worry. I'm not that crazy yet. Give me a couple of years.

Saturday was another one of those days that I meant to get more done than I actually did. I managed to do laundry and run errands, but that is about where it ended. I wasn't feeling well, so I fell asleep. Steve was helping out with some stuff at the Space Dome, so I had just gotten up when he came home. Then he fell asleep. It was a most unproductive day! Quite honestly, I don't remember what else I did that day, but I'm sure it involved Stargate playing in the background. : )

Sunday was church, and then onto my parents house for lunch. It was a special lunch because it was my birthday lunch with my family. Well, almost all of my family. My brother-in-law didn't feel obligated to come, but that's okay. At least he didn't spend the whole meal jumping up from the table to see which NASCAR was in the lead, per his usual. Heeheehee. We had a good time. My mom made all kinds of wonderful, bad for me food and then the best part, the coconut birthday cake. YUMMMMM. I wish I could share a piece with you all, because you'd love it too! My nephew, Logan, who is twelve and starting to act his age, came over to my seat with a tub of Cool-Whip. He had a spoon full of it, so I thought he was going to either put it on my plate or feed it to me. Apparently, my spidey sense isn't as sharp as it used to be, owing to my advanced age, so I didn't suspect anything was amiss. I suppose that feeding it to me was the closest I had gotten in my own guess, because he not only stuck the spoon in my mouth, but he also smeared whipped cream all over my face, up my nose and in my right ear! I had a horrible flashback of a wedding I went to where the groom (the evil Hastared) smeared cake all over the bride. I was too shocked to react, and so was everyone else! I wanted to laugh, but I was afraid I'd snort cool-whip up my nose. It was too funny. I probably shouldn't have laughed, but other than the whipped cream up my nose, it was actually pretty funny! I'm such a bad influence! : ) Steve and I had to leave a little earlier than we normally would so I could get back to church to take the minutes for a sunday school teacher's meeting. I also sang last night. "Via Dolorosa" is a wonderful song, but I have the worst fear that I wasn't pronouncing any of the Spanish right! Of well, everyone seemed to like it. : ) After church, Steve and I got dinner and watched...no, not Stargate...Walk the Line. It bored me. Well, most of it did, anyways. The Pheonix formerly known as Leaf (mainly because I can't spell his real name) could really sing like Johnny Cash. I had never heard June Carter Cash sing, so I have no idea if Reece Witherspoon sounded anything like her, but I thought she did a good job anyways. Other than that, I was unimpressed. Sorry there, folks.

Well, that is it for my weekend! Don't forget that Wednesday is Valentine's day! Make sure to remember all of the people you love. Not that you should need a special day for that, but it at least gives you an excuse to buy them chocolate. :)

Hmmmmm... I'm not sure how this worked out. I promise the questions I answered didn't seem to have anything to do with my results. But, hey...I'm not going to complain.

What type of chocolate are you?
Cherry Liquer

You are sexy and seductive and love to be intimate. You love a man without a shirt and are very passionate.

Take this test

Just what I needed. A new reason to be freaked out by bananas.

Banana Snake will bite off your lips!

I'd like to introduce you to my very first "Person of the Day®"!

My Favorite Kenny.

Why is he my Person of the Day®, you may be asking yourself? Last night we met in Cullman again for dinner and finally exchanged Christmas gifts. Apart from the fact that we had a very fun evening (and unlike normal we didn't spend hours driving around trying to decide where we were going to eat) part of his very generous, and probably more than I actually deserve, gift was 2 boxes of Godiva chocolate. I had some of it for breakfast this morning.

Anyone who can start off my day with fancy chocolate is #1 with me.

Congratulations, Kenny! : )

My history teacher has made me mad! We have been discussing a painting from the neoclassic period for the past few class sessions. He had us separate into 4 groups and we had to interpret it from a certain viewpoint from the time it was painted. My group was discussing it from the "gender viewpoint" of 18th century France. I did the research and gave a long and detailed interpretation of the painting when my group was called to talk about it. He disagreed with me about what I thought. Normally that wouldn't bother me. Howoever, today when our group and another group were up to finish our discussions, two other people gave the EXACT same information that I gave and he agreed with them. If I didn't have so much self control, I would have gladly chased him around the room with a Nerf bat.

Where is Joseph when you need him?

I had my weird reoccurring dream again. I can't remember if I ever said anything about it (I probably did) but I've been having the same kind of dream over and over. It's not like a typical reoccurring dream where it's literally the same dream each time, but the same thing happens every time, just in a different setting. Who wants to tell me what it means?

I keep dreaming that I suddenly end up in a play. I'm on stage, or wherever the play is being performed, but I have no idea what to do because I haven't been to any rehersals. I usually just watch what someone else does and follow along, which works out fine, but I feel like I'm very obviously messing up. I never get booed or anything, in fact, I usually get a standing ovation or at least no one says anything to me about looking like I didn't know what I was doing. Only once have I been chased off of the stage, but that was by the director of the play and he was mad that I hadn't been rehersing with the cast rather than being angry because I wasn't doing the performance. When I'm on stage, I'm not scared or nervous, but frustrated because I'm a split second behind on whatever I'm doing because I have to watch to see what I'm supposed to do. Once the performance is over, I'm relieved, but more because I didn't screw up too badly than because the play is over.

I know that dreams mean something, even if it's not world shattering, but I wish I could figure this one out! It's beginning to get annoying.

Greetings, Y'all!

I know you've been waiting all weekend for it, and now it's finally time to get it!

WEEKEND UPDATE!

Yeah, that's right, you know it's what you needed. : )

FRIDAY: I had to do some errands after work on Friday afternoon, so I took my lunch hour at four and got a head start on the traffic. Or at least I thought I would. Apparently, no one in Huntsville works past 3:30 on Fridays except the people here at the center. Weird. Anyways, so I fight traffic and make a run to Hobby Lobby. You will be both shocked and amused to realize that I actually left the store without buying anything! I know, I couldn't believe it either! I was actually looking for something very specific when I went shopping and I couldn't find it anywhere. Very frustrating. So I finally make myself go into Pier 1 and I find a reasonably close copy of what I'm looking for. They actually had exactly what I wanted, but only one of them, so I had to go with a close second. I'm making a wedding gift for a guy I work with, and I was getting something for their kitchen. Needless to say, with the trouble I had finding his gift, he'd better stay married for good this time! I also had to run to Target because Steve had requested that I pick up some soda (or Cokes, if you will). I wound up spending much more time than I had meant to while I was in there. :( Target does that to me. I had decided to suck it up and get into the spirit of Valentine's Day for Steve's sake and buy him a box of chocolates. Target has a lot of cute stuff, but being around all of that cuteness made me throw up in my mouth a little. After that, I picked up dinner and went home. After we ate, Steve went looking for something sweet, and he went through the bags that I had brought home and he found his chocolate. He was good enough not to eat it since I told him it WAS supposed to be his Valentine, but I finally just told him to go ahead because it didn't matter anymore. So much for that then!

SATURDAY: Once again I woke up insanely early, but so did Steve. His dad was going to be coming over to help clear out our fence row and move some branches. We had breakfast and watched last week's Battlestar Galactica since we missed it. I was working on another wedding gift (I ask that no one else get married this year) and cleaning up the house. I thought we were going to have some of our friends over, but we decided to go out to eat with them instead. While I was getting ready, I had some extra time and a box of hot rollers. My hair has grown out a lot since the last time I tried to use them, so I thought I'd see how they worked this time. I looked like Shirley Temple. I mean, that's better than Gilda Radner, I suppose, right? So I walk into the livingroom and show Steve. He laughs. Honestly, I couldn't blame him because I looked fairly crazy. I tried and tried to tame it down, but nothing was working. I just ended up having to go out with a white girl fro. Very nice. Josh and Anthony met us at Ruby Tuesday's and we had a really fun time. Anthony said I looked like someone from an old 20's movie, so Tallulah Bankhead...eat your heart out! During dinner, we talked about everything from telephones to the space time continum and collective unconciousness. We also were posed this question by Anthony: Would you get a tattoo on yourself in order to save the lives of five people you don't know. It sounds like a crazy question, right? I would totally do it. Anthony and Steve wouldn't. That doesn't make them despicable, actually. They said that if they didn't know who they were saving, they could be allowing some horrible person to live and maybe end up destroying the world. Of course, they could also be saving the life of someone who could end up curing cancer, so it's a double edged sword. It was an interesting conversation, anyways.

SUNDAY: We went to church, of course. My friend Christie STILL has not had her baby. She was at church though. Her husband Matt is all nervous and fidgety about it, but that's kind of sweet. There were so many people in our pew that I had to sit my purse on the floor out of the way. This led me to forget it when we left. I didn't realize it until I was at home, and Steve was supposed to meet his friend Brittany to get the next two season's of Stargate (sigh) on DVD from her, so we were going to have to run by church on his way to meet her. He got caught up doing something at home with the TV and so when we got to the church, it was locked and no one was home. Steve and I were freaking out because our church is not exactly in the best neighborhood, and my whole existence seems to be in my purse, but there was nothing we could do at that point and we had to go and get his DVDs. On the way, he realized that he knew were he could get a key, so we planned on getting his DVDs and going back for my purse. So we waited, and waited, and waited. Apparently Brittany had forgotten she was teaching Sunday school and had sent Steve a text message about it - - - which he didn't get. So we sat there for 20 minutes before he called her and found this out. By then it was too late to go back and get the key, so we left my stuff at church and went on to my parent's house. Mom had made a wonderful lunch and then we watched some of the pre-game on the Super Bowl. I care nothing for the Super Bowl, but they were giving bios on the coaches and players from the teams, so it was interesting. After church that night, we went to dinner with two families from our church and watched some of the game at the restaurant.

Good times.

It's snowing again! Big, fat, beautiful flakes of snow! It's not sticking to anything, but I don't care!

Anyways, in my morning procrastinations, I ran across this blog.

Yikes.

But you know, now I'm curious about that. I have an irrational fear that I will become that friend that someone doesn't want, and they'd be too nice to say anything to me, but they might say something about me behind my back. I would truly hate that and I've always told my friends that if they got tired of me, they should just tell me and move on. You know, for closure and stuff. Granted, I don't know one person with the actual stones to do that, so I'm boned.

But, I digress.

What would you do in this person's situation? Me, I don't know. I've only told one person ever that I didn't like them straight out, and even though I REALLY didn't like her, I still feel bad about saying it. So how would you handle that? If you don't want to post a comment, you can e-mail me and tell. I'm just curious to know. It's an interesting look into sociology.

I can't believe that it actually snowed! I was so excited, but then again, snow isn't that common around here. It's so beautiful, even when it isn't thick. It defines all of the hills and rises of the ground around you and makes the world look so different. If I could live on a beach where it occasionally snowed, I'd be in heaven!

Last night I had to go to the grocery store because I needed bread and orange juice. It was a nightmare. I almost didn't go, but I thought that maybe everyone would have sense enough not to freak out and buy up the supplies. I was wrong. All I wanted was some hoagie rolls, but almost everything was gone! I finally found them trapped underneath some other stuff, but only after I looked twice through the aisle. I also wanted some chocolate milk, and lucky for me that was about all that was left. I saw one lady with three (THREE) gallons of milk. What is wrong with these people? Even when it snows, we don't get locked down like some states do. We live in Ala-freakin-bama. The movie "Day After Tomorrow" would literally have to come true before we had weather bad enough to warrant the amount of supplies that people buy when the word "snow" is mentioned. Geez. Of course, this is me -the former grocery store cashier- complaining. I still have Vietnam-like flashbacks of food hoarders from back then.

This morning I did come to work late, but only because I have never driven Lois in bad weather and didn't know how she would handle. The roads were icy, but not too bad. Before I walked into the building, I built a tiny snowman on the retaining wall next to the security guard room. I got a picture of it, but I'll have to post it later when I can transfer images. : )

Well, I'm skipping school this morning to make up lost time at work, so I'd better get going!