WEEKEND UPDATE!
This weekend was busy. Busy, busy, busy...but you wouldn't know it by the state of my house. This was another one of those weekends that I have all of these plans, yet I get few things done. It wasn't lazyness this time though, it was my underestimation of the time it would take me to do certain things! : )
Friday after work, Steve came to pick me up and we went to get my turkey from the Employee Association guys. As always, every year the SpRocket gives all of their employees a free turkey for thanksgiving. I realized I already had a turkey in the freezer and wouldn't have the need, nor the space, for another one. So I donated it to the needy. Nothing like a little benevolence to start off the weekend. I got a warm fuzzy. Once we got home, I picked up some crocheting that I needed to finish. I was making a baby blanket for a friend of mine and needed to have it done by this weekend. I had a LOT left to go, so I put on my headphones and began. About 5 to 6 hours of straight crochet, and my hands swelled up like water balloons. It was weird. I literally had to soak my hands in ice water to make the swelling go down. I still wasn't finished with the blanket, but I put it aside to work on the next day. For some reason, after that I couldn't sleep. I didn't end up getting sleepy until about 4:30 Saturday morning, which sucked, because I had too much to do to sleep all day. I wound up sleeping until about 10:30, so most of my morning was gone.
Saturday Steve and I were doing laundry and gathering clothes to give to Goodwill. It's not until times like this that I realize that I have a lot of clothes that I hang on to for no good reason. I suppose it's because I think...OH! I'll wear this again! Not so much. So I will be seriously thinning the wardrobe this time. We also went out and got our oil changed (woo-hoo! Party Time!) and I had to go to Wal-Mart for some supplies. Steve had planned on hanging out with Anthony and Watching the 'Arn Bowl' so I got the blanket and made myself finish it. My hands hurt so bad that it took about 20 minutes for them to get limber enough to move correctly. It took 3 hours, but I finally finished the gift. I was very proud, too, because it's the first real, useful and not just decorative, afghan that I've ever made. It's sort of in the shape of Montana, due to the accidental addition of a couple of extra stitches, but otherwise I'm very pleased with it. : ) While I was working on it, I was once again wearing my headphones and listening to an audio novel, when I heard screaming outside. It scared me at first, but then I realized that the ballgame must have ended and Auburn must have won. The people across the street are die-hard Tiger fans, and they had this HUGE flag thing planted in the front yard. I'm going to guess it was them hollering in the front yard. I had completely forgotten about the game being on. I've lost my taste for watching football, even though I used to love watching the Alabama/Auburn game with my dad. I'm sure he was upset at the outcome, because he has always been a Bama fan, so don't tell him I said this: War Eagle! If anyone in my family sees that, I'll have to find someone to adopt me because I'll be disowned, so SHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Sunday was a good day. Church in the morning, of course. Steve has the worst habit of making me laugh during service, though. Everything was fine except that some medicine I had taken was making me sleepy and I kept fading out of the sermon. I sort of half noticed that Steve had his leg crossed and was moving it when all of a sudden SNAP!!!! I thought that he had accidentally ripped the hymnal holder off of the back of the pew! What had happed was that the cuff of his pants had caught on one of the little pencils that they keep there and he wasn't able to stop moving his leg before it broke. The two elderly ladies jumped about a foot in the air. So, of course, I got tickled. Amazingly enough I was able to keep from shaking too much, but I kept thinking about those little old ladies jump, and that would make it worse. That made Steve start laughing and the people behind us start laughing. I was able to regain my composure by the time we had the invitation, so it wasn't too bad. However, we got a good laugh out of it on the way to the car. My parents weren't going to be at home during lunch, so Steve and I went to lunch with his dad. Then we did some errands and went home. I had so much to do for this week that I spent Sunday evening trying to get everything done before I went to bed. Alas, I didn't get it all done, but there's still tonight! I may get things finished. I'm not holding my breath though.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Greetings everyone!
You know, I haven't been posting very much lately, but I have a perfectly good reason. I've gone into what is known as "Kill Me" mode. Basically that just means that I've had so much to do that I haven't been doing anything at all. Sounds crazy, but it's true! I've literally gone home from work and not done anything useful!
However, this is going to change. As of today, I have to do a lot of stuff before our trip, so I must, MUST, get busy!
I start tonight, so we'll see how that goes! : )
You know, I haven't been posting very much lately, but I have a perfectly good reason. I've gone into what is known as "Kill Me" mode. Basically that just means that I've had so much to do that I haven't been doing anything at all. Sounds crazy, but it's true! I've literally gone home from work and not done anything useful!
However, this is going to change. As of today, I have to do a lot of stuff before our trip, so I must, MUST, get busy!
I start tonight, so we'll see how that goes! : )
Monday, November 13, 2006
This morning, already late for work, I jumped into my car only to find that the battery had died a quiet death sometime in the night. Luckily, Steve came home and jumped Lois off and gave me the truck for the day. He's my hero!
MONDAY: 1 KELLY: 0 STEVE: 1
10:13 am UPDATE:
Finally got to work and Ed came in to my office, as he always does on Mondays, to discuss our various weekends. After listening to me mourn my car troubles, he left and came back with two boxes of fresh Krispy Kreme donuts, a Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia milkshake, and a Christmas tree ornament that looks like the "Hot Sign" at Krispy Kreme - and it blinks. All because I had a bad morning. Sometimes it's the little things in life that people do for you that make all of the difference.
MONDAY: 1 KELLY: 1 ED: 1
MONDAY: 1 KELLY: 0 STEVE: 1
10:13 am UPDATE:
Finally got to work and Ed came in to my office, as he always does on Mondays, to discuss our various weekends. After listening to me mourn my car troubles, he left and came back with two boxes of fresh Krispy Kreme donuts, a Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia milkshake, and a Christmas tree ornament that looks like the "Hot Sign" at Krispy Kreme - and it blinks. All because I had a bad morning. Sometimes it's the little things in life that people do for you that make all of the difference.
MONDAY: 1 KELLY: 1 ED: 1
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Premature Weekend Update!
It's actually Sunday morning, but I decided to go ahead and do my weekend update! Go me!
Friday was the longest day in the history of long days. We had a new girl start in out web position, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to nail her office door shut. Don't get me wrong, she is very nice and I like her a lot, but she hovers. Granted, she doesn't know anyone and is just wanting to be friendly, but geez. She came into my office three times and stayed for long periods of time. I was even wearing my headphones and listening to an audio book while I was working, and she kept talking. At the end of the day, she came into my office and stayed two solid hours. I can't wait until she gets some stuff to do. I wouldn't ever hurt her feelings for anything, but I'm afraid if this becomes a habit, I'm going to snap. Friday night, Steve and I went to dinner with Anthony. He has some anger issues he's working on, so we tried to keep him cheerful. :) We had dinner at Beaureguards (yum) and we were going to go for fro-yo at TCBY, but it was closed! Not for the evening, but closed for good! OH THE HUMANITY! After that we walked over to Books-A-Million and hung around for a little while. Can someone please explain to me why BAM feels it necessary to keep the art and design magazines directly underneath the gay pride magazines? I could actually care less about what new TV star (ahem....Doogie) has just come out of the closet, but now the guy who stocks magazines thinks it's a favorite subject of mine. To be clear, I was looking for a specific art magazine, so that's why I was at that section. SIGH.
Saturday was mine and Steve's 6th wedding anniversary. We didn't have anything really planned like we did last year, but we had at least decided to go to breakfast at the new Cracker Barrel that they built on Drake Ave. You can sit on the front porch and look out over Wal-Mart. Very scenic. I can't wait for the novelty to wear off for that place. It was PACKED beyond safe numbers. It took Steve and I forever to eat, but it was good. I haven't had breakfast there in so long! We were going to get our Anniversary gift from there, but we had a hard time finding anything. Apparently, year 6 is candy or iron. How they paired those two, I'll never know. We finally found a section of cast iron skillets and stuff, but people were standing in front of it and wouldn't move. We finally made someone uncomfortable enough to walk somewhere else -I knew Steve was good for something!- and picked out one of those cast iron stove top griddles/grills. This Austrailian lady helped us decide. She said you can make good steaks on them. :) After that we went home and watched some movies. I worked on some Christmas gifts, and then because God apparently has a very strange sense of humor and a grudge against me, we found that the entire series of Star Wars movies was playing on Cinemax. All Day. Over and over. Episode 1 through Return of the Jedi. All. Day. Long. So that's what we did that night. Well, we did stop watching long enough to play a short and rather one sided game of Star Wars Trivial Pursuit. I'm sure you can guess who won that game! : )
It's actually Sunday morning, but I decided to go ahead and do my weekend update! Go me!
Friday was the longest day in the history of long days. We had a new girl start in out web position, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to nail her office door shut. Don't get me wrong, she is very nice and I like her a lot, but she hovers. Granted, she doesn't know anyone and is just wanting to be friendly, but geez. She came into my office three times and stayed for long periods of time. I was even wearing my headphones and listening to an audio book while I was working, and she kept talking. At the end of the day, she came into my office and stayed two solid hours. I can't wait until she gets some stuff to do. I wouldn't ever hurt her feelings for anything, but I'm afraid if this becomes a habit, I'm going to snap. Friday night, Steve and I went to dinner with Anthony. He has some anger issues he's working on, so we tried to keep him cheerful. :) We had dinner at Beaureguards (yum) and we were going to go for fro-yo at TCBY, but it was closed! Not for the evening, but closed for good! OH THE HUMANITY! After that we walked over to Books-A-Million and hung around for a little while. Can someone please explain to me why BAM feels it necessary to keep the art and design magazines directly underneath the gay pride magazines? I could actually care less about what new TV star (ahem....Doogie) has just come out of the closet, but now the guy who stocks magazines thinks it's a favorite subject of mine. To be clear, I was looking for a specific art magazine, so that's why I was at that section. SIGH.
Saturday was mine and Steve's 6th wedding anniversary. We didn't have anything really planned like we did last year, but we had at least decided to go to breakfast at the new Cracker Barrel that they built on Drake Ave. You can sit on the front porch and look out over Wal-Mart. Very scenic. I can't wait for the novelty to wear off for that place. It was PACKED beyond safe numbers. It took Steve and I forever to eat, but it was good. I haven't had breakfast there in so long! We were going to get our Anniversary gift from there, but we had a hard time finding anything. Apparently, year 6 is candy or iron. How they paired those two, I'll never know. We finally found a section of cast iron skillets and stuff, but people were standing in front of it and wouldn't move. We finally made someone uncomfortable enough to walk somewhere else -I knew Steve was good for something!- and picked out one of those cast iron stove top griddles/grills. This Austrailian lady helped us decide. She said you can make good steaks on them. :) After that we went home and watched some movies. I worked on some Christmas gifts, and then because God apparently has a very strange sense of humor and a grudge against me, we found that the entire series of Star Wars movies was playing on Cinemax. All Day. Over and over. Episode 1 through Return of the Jedi. All. Day. Long. So that's what we did that night. Well, we did stop watching long enough to play a short and rather one sided game of Star Wars Trivial Pursuit. I'm sure you can guess who won that game! : )
Thursday, November 09, 2006
The No Sick Leave Blues
When I woke up that morning (dum de da dum*)
I couldn't get out of bed (dum de da dum*)
and so I called into work (dum de da dum*)
and used a personal day instead!
Because I'm not full time
and I have no sick leave
so if I don't go into work
they take away some of my green!
I've got the not full time,
no sick leave,
sick in bed,
no other choice,
lost my only accrued personal day blues!
*That would be the obligatory harmonica blues riff
Sorry about that. I've been listening to B.B. King a lot lately. : )
So yesterday I woke up sick and called into work. I just sat in the recliner for six hours and watched TV. I think it's just the weather and my ever present sinus problems, but whatever it was...sucked. By evening, though, I was feeling a little better. Poor Steve, though, he came home sick too. I knew he was really feeling bad because he wasn't being a baby about it. The last time he felt bad and didn't whine, he had pneumonia, so I've become wary of the quiet, sick Steve. I made a pot of soup and some low fat cupcakes for dinner. Steve doesn't like the soup, but he liked the cupcakes, so it all evened out. The cupcakes were awesome, though! I snatched the recipe off of a blog I read every day, and you should try it! It sounds gross, but it isn't at all! You need:
1 box devil's food cake mix
1 can of pumpkin
3/4 cup of water.
Mix it up and bake it like the box says! They don't taste or smell like pumpkin at all! No extra fat or oil and possibly even vegetarian safe, although I don't know what sort of animal bits may be in the mix.
Later that evening I got a call from my very favorite Kenny, whom I gave a little over-the-phone Flash help. Let me just say this, it's hard to help someone with a GUI based program when you aren't looking at what they are doing. I'm afraid he got frustrated with me because I kept telling him to do this one thing, and he kept telling me that it wasn't working, and I kept telling him - slower and louder- to do that thing, and he -slower and louder- kept telling me it didn't work. It turns out that one of his layers was locked and so we couldn't edit it. Duh, on my part. I forgot I locked all of the layers when I made the original file he was working with. However, we sort of got it all sorted out...sort of. Don't worry, we'll get it! I'm determined.
I haven't started on my research paper and it's due in less than a month. I've had so much to do that I keep putting it off, and even when I have time I put it off. It's like having a snake in your living room that might be dead. You see it, you know it's there, but you're too afraid to poke it because it might rise up and swallow you whole. :( I also was a hit with my chocolate themed project in graphics. Everyone was duly impressed with my magnets and postcards. The teacher actually liked it too, but I'll wait to do my happy dance until I get my grade back. He may have changed his mind once the glow of critique was over.
Speaking of school, I finally registered for what should be...*dramatic pause*...my last semester before I graduate! I will be taking 19th Century Art history, to fulfill my final oblilgation to my minor, History of Theater I, to fulfill my last elective, and Aerobic Kick Boxing, to fulfill my need to exercise and be able to whoop up on Steve if I ever need to. : ) I'm kind of iffy about that last one because it's right in the middle of the day and I'll have to come back to work all sweaty and tired, but I'm not currently exercising like I should, so I'm hoping it will give me a boost.
So that's all for me for right now! I'll be back.
When I woke up that morning (dum de da dum*)
I couldn't get out of bed (dum de da dum*)
and so I called into work (dum de da dum*)
and used a personal day instead!
Because I'm not full time
and I have no sick leave
so if I don't go into work
they take away some of my green!
I've got the not full time,
no sick leave,
sick in bed,
no other choice,
lost my only accrued personal day blues!
*That would be the obligatory harmonica blues riff
Sorry about that. I've been listening to B.B. King a lot lately. : )
So yesterday I woke up sick and called into work. I just sat in the recliner for six hours and watched TV. I think it's just the weather and my ever present sinus problems, but whatever it was...sucked. By evening, though, I was feeling a little better. Poor Steve, though, he came home sick too. I knew he was really feeling bad because he wasn't being a baby about it. The last time he felt bad and didn't whine, he had pneumonia, so I've become wary of the quiet, sick Steve. I made a pot of soup and some low fat cupcakes for dinner. Steve doesn't like the soup, but he liked the cupcakes, so it all evened out. The cupcakes were awesome, though! I snatched the recipe off of a blog I read every day, and you should try it! It sounds gross, but it isn't at all! You need:
1 box devil's food cake mix
1 can of pumpkin
3/4 cup of water.
Mix it up and bake it like the box says! They don't taste or smell like pumpkin at all! No extra fat or oil and possibly even vegetarian safe, although I don't know what sort of animal bits may be in the mix.
Later that evening I got a call from my very favorite Kenny, whom I gave a little over-the-phone Flash help. Let me just say this, it's hard to help someone with a GUI based program when you aren't looking at what they are doing. I'm afraid he got frustrated with me because I kept telling him to do this one thing, and he kept telling me that it wasn't working, and I kept telling him - slower and louder- to do that thing, and he -slower and louder- kept telling me it didn't work. It turns out that one of his layers was locked and so we couldn't edit it. Duh, on my part. I forgot I locked all of the layers when I made the original file he was working with. However, we sort of got it all sorted out...sort of. Don't worry, we'll get it! I'm determined.
I haven't started on my research paper and it's due in less than a month. I've had so much to do that I keep putting it off, and even when I have time I put it off. It's like having a snake in your living room that might be dead. You see it, you know it's there, but you're too afraid to poke it because it might rise up and swallow you whole. :( I also was a hit with my chocolate themed project in graphics. Everyone was duly impressed with my magnets and postcards. The teacher actually liked it too, but I'll wait to do my happy dance until I get my grade back. He may have changed his mind once the glow of critique was over.
Speaking of school, I finally registered for what should be...*dramatic pause*...my last semester before I graduate! I will be taking 19th Century Art history, to fulfill my final oblilgation to my minor, History of Theater I, to fulfill my last elective, and Aerobic Kick Boxing, to fulfill my need to exercise and be able to whoop up on Steve if I ever need to. : ) I'm kind of iffy about that last one because it's right in the middle of the day and I'll have to come back to work all sweaty and tired, but I'm not currently exercising like I should, so I'm hoping it will give me a boost.
So that's all for me for right now! I'll be back.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Are ya ready kids? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!
WHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....WEEKEND UPDATE!
Sorry about that, I have a new guilty pleasure. I love the Spongebob Squarepants cartoon! Anyways...
I had a lovely weekend, thanks for asking! It wasn't terribly event filled and I did sleep a lot, but come on, that's what weekends are for, right?
Friday was a "Stay at Home" night for Steve and I. We went and got dinner and came home to watch he TV shows that we missed thursday night. My Name is Earl, The Office and Smallville were fabulous as usual, of course. We also got to watch Battlestar Galactica when it came on, instead of just recording it. I can't believe I'm so caught up with this show, but it's really, very arresting. I stayed up a litte later than normal playing a game on the computer, but then slept. Very Exciting.
Saturday I was awoken by a ringing telephone. Since it ripped me out of a very sound sleep, I was in Crazy Town when I answered. The caller ID said it was my mom, so I was immediately afraid that something had happened, but luckily it wasn't anything like that. My friend Sara was going to be on the local news in a short interview about her transplant and my mom wanted me to make sure I saw it. I don't remember much of what I said, but I do remember asking her what day it was. She told me later that I sounded kind of crazy, but then again, when you wake someone up and they aren't altogether lucid when they answer the phone, you'll have that. I got Steve to turn on the TV and we were just in time to see her spot on the news. She looked great and seemed to be doing really well! I was so glad to see her! After that went off, I was officially awake. Steve still wanted to sleep, so I got up and started my day. I folded some laundry, made some cinnamon rolls and watched "Saw II". I was expecting that to be a little more scary than it turned out to be, but it WAS a movie that made me squirm. The needle pit was the worst part! The girl was thrown into a big pit fill of dirty hypodermic needles that she had to dig through with her bare hands. I almost couldn't watch. It was a pretty good movie, though, all things considered. : ) At 2:00, I went to our church carnival and painted fingernails in the face painting room. It was fun, but it made me feel horribly uncool. That sounds pretty strange, but there is nothing like little kids to help remind you how out of touch with things you are. I brought my box full of all the rainbow fingernail polishes I have. When I was a teenager, so very long ago, that kind of thing was cool and I suppose I just never grew out of it. Not one little girl wanted anything other than pink or red nails! In fact, the brush in my hot pink polish actually fell apart fom use! Oy, vey...I'm old. Anyways, it was fun. :) I had to run to Wal-Mart afterwards to get some stuff for a christmas gift I'm making, and when I got home, I crashed. I don't know how long I slept, but what was supposed to be a power nap raged out of control. I finally did get up and worked on some of my homework. I now have a new reason why I love being an art student! For my most current project, I needed pictures of a box of chocolates as well as a Whitman's Sampler box. So I ended up buying a load of chocolates (for homework, of course) which Steve and I have enjoyed all weekend! WOO! We had made plans with Josh that night to have dinner and see the musical "Hairspray"! It was so good, although I'm thinking that Josh has an unnatural attraction to that movie that I can't really understand. I truly enjoyed it and it was really funny! I could totally play that chubby girl part, but alas, I cannot dance. So I have the chubby and the singing part down, but I move like a spaztic iguana. Nice. So that is how we finished the day, going to a musical. Even Steve enjoyed it! A miracle!
Sunday was our regular day. Church in the morning and my family's house for lunch. We were celebrating my dad's birthday that day, so we had presents and pie. It was a nice day. When we got home, Steve and I slept again. He got up in time to go to church, and I stayed home to work on my homework. I still have a lot to do, but at least I got the gnarly part finished. When Steve got home, we watched "My Super Ex-Girlfriend" and it was surprisingly good. There have been times I would have liked to have super powers to get back at an ex-boyfriend. Who wouldn't like to throw an angry great white shark into someone's bedroom? : )
Today I have to do a presentation for my history class on the Boscoreale Treasure and I don't feel completely ready. It's weird, I'm nervous and there is only about 20 other people in class with me. I'm afraid that my teacher will know how severely uneducated about the subject that I am, but it's not totally my fault! That subject hasn't been researched by too many people since about 1923, and even though I can find infomation on it, everything seems to cover the same ground. My teacher has done archeology work in Pompeii, for the love of Cleatus, so it's not like she doesn't know everything about it already. Heck, she's probably held the stuff in her hand for all I know! Ugh, keep your fingers crossed for me!
That is all.
WHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....WEEKEND UPDATE!
Sorry about that, I have a new guilty pleasure. I love the Spongebob Squarepants cartoon! Anyways...
I had a lovely weekend, thanks for asking! It wasn't terribly event filled and I did sleep a lot, but come on, that's what weekends are for, right?
Friday was a "Stay at Home" night for Steve and I. We went and got dinner and came home to watch he TV shows that we missed thursday night. My Name is Earl, The Office and Smallville were fabulous as usual, of course. We also got to watch Battlestar Galactica when it came on, instead of just recording it. I can't believe I'm so caught up with this show, but it's really, very arresting. I stayed up a litte later than normal playing a game on the computer, but then slept. Very Exciting.
Saturday I was awoken by a ringing telephone. Since it ripped me out of a very sound sleep, I was in Crazy Town when I answered. The caller ID said it was my mom, so I was immediately afraid that something had happened, but luckily it wasn't anything like that. My friend Sara was going to be on the local news in a short interview about her transplant and my mom wanted me to make sure I saw it. I don't remember much of what I said, but I do remember asking her what day it was. She told me later that I sounded kind of crazy, but then again, when you wake someone up and they aren't altogether lucid when they answer the phone, you'll have that. I got Steve to turn on the TV and we were just in time to see her spot on the news. She looked great and seemed to be doing really well! I was so glad to see her! After that went off, I was officially awake. Steve still wanted to sleep, so I got up and started my day. I folded some laundry, made some cinnamon rolls and watched "Saw II". I was expecting that to be a little more scary than it turned out to be, but it WAS a movie that made me squirm. The needle pit was the worst part! The girl was thrown into a big pit fill of dirty hypodermic needles that she had to dig through with her bare hands. I almost couldn't watch. It was a pretty good movie, though, all things considered. : ) At 2:00, I went to our church carnival and painted fingernails in the face painting room. It was fun, but it made me feel horribly uncool. That sounds pretty strange, but there is nothing like little kids to help remind you how out of touch with things you are. I brought my box full of all the rainbow fingernail polishes I have. When I was a teenager, so very long ago, that kind of thing was cool and I suppose I just never grew out of it. Not one little girl wanted anything other than pink or red nails! In fact, the brush in my hot pink polish actually fell apart fom use! Oy, vey...I'm old. Anyways, it was fun. :) I had to run to Wal-Mart afterwards to get some stuff for a christmas gift I'm making, and when I got home, I crashed. I don't know how long I slept, but what was supposed to be a power nap raged out of control. I finally did get up and worked on some of my homework. I now have a new reason why I love being an art student! For my most current project, I needed pictures of a box of chocolates as well as a Whitman's Sampler box. So I ended up buying a load of chocolates (for homework, of course) which Steve and I have enjoyed all weekend! WOO! We had made plans with Josh that night to have dinner and see the musical "Hairspray"! It was so good, although I'm thinking that Josh has an unnatural attraction to that movie that I can't really understand. I truly enjoyed it and it was really funny! I could totally play that chubby girl part, but alas, I cannot dance. So I have the chubby and the singing part down, but I move like a spaztic iguana. Nice. So that is how we finished the day, going to a musical. Even Steve enjoyed it! A miracle!
Sunday was our regular day. Church in the morning and my family's house for lunch. We were celebrating my dad's birthday that day, so we had presents and pie. It was a nice day. When we got home, Steve and I slept again. He got up in time to go to church, and I stayed home to work on my homework. I still have a lot to do, but at least I got the gnarly part finished. When Steve got home, we watched "My Super Ex-Girlfriend" and it was surprisingly good. There have been times I would have liked to have super powers to get back at an ex-boyfriend. Who wouldn't like to throw an angry great white shark into someone's bedroom? : )
Today I have to do a presentation for my history class on the Boscoreale Treasure and I don't feel completely ready. It's weird, I'm nervous and there is only about 20 other people in class with me. I'm afraid that my teacher will know how severely uneducated about the subject that I am, but it's not totally my fault! That subject hasn't been researched by too many people since about 1923, and even though I can find infomation on it, everything seems to cover the same ground. My teacher has done archeology work in Pompeii, for the love of Cleatus, so it's not like she doesn't know everything about it already. Heck, she's probably held the stuff in her hand for all I know! Ugh, keep your fingers crossed for me!
That is all.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
OH! I suck! I forgot to give you an update on Sara! I was actually included in a mass e-mail that she sent out herself! : ) She said it's been painful and kind of embarassing, but that she's doing well, all things considered. Her doctors seem to think she's doing well enough to be moved to the recovery house fairly soon, if she isn't there already. I was very glad to actually hear from her, so I did a breif happy dance in which I didn't knock anything over...so you know there was joy involved. She will still need our thoughts and prayers, so keep them coming!
And Sara, if you're reading this, there are a lot of people pulling for you, so get well soon! : )
And Sara, if you're reading this, there are a lot of people pulling for you, so get well soon! : )
OK, so Halloween.
We spent the evening with Mr. Lee so that we could finally know what real, hardcore, trick or treating is like. I didn't wear a costume, much to my chagrin, because I believe that my fondness for wearing costumes kind of embarrasses Steve at times, and if that is the case it would probably mortify his dad. So since the needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few, I wore jeans and a t-shirt. Sigh. Steve and I both left work a little early so we could get consolidate cars and be over in Madison early enough, but that didn't seem to matter much. It was raining, and there was SOOOOOO much traffic that it took us an hour to go from our house to his. Not that the drive was terrible, we were listening to an audio novel called "The History of Almost Everything" or something like that. It's all about physics and biographies of scientists who discovered (or at least took credit for) all the things scientific, like gravity, atoms, dinosaurs and etc. Normally that kind of book would be saved specifically for use as general anesthetic before major surgery, BUT this one happens to be very interesting and written in an entertaining manner. I recommend it highly.
But I digress.
We finally made it over to Mr. Lee's house, and there were no kids in sight. We figured the rain was putting damper (look! A pun!) on things, so we sat back and watched the FOX news channel. Yeah, I hate news. Granted, it was funny that John Kerry made a fool of himself, but I'm almost completely sure he had no real intention of insulting anyone but George Bush...sour grapes, you know.
Anyway, the rain stopped and the kids started. Having lived in the butt-crack of Limestone County for my formative years, we never really had anyone trick-or-treat at our house unless they were out scouting for some house to roll or something. Even in our neighborhood now, we rarely have anyone come to get candy. However, Mr. Lee lives in one of those neighborhoods where the houses are right up against each other and so it's possible for kids to go door to door. We had lots of them come by, and one little girl came twice. I owe that to my patented "Fistfull-Of-Candybars" passing out tactic I developed. I saw Jedi (Steve would be proud I knew at first glance what they look like), monsters, pre-pubescent girls in very inaapropriate outfits, and one kid who I couldn't place finally told me what he was. He was wearing a pink hooded sweatsuit with a red cape. I hated to admit defeat on the guessing game, but he said he was someone called Captain Underpants. This he said with a lisp, so it made it that much harder not to laugh. Who the heck is Captain Underpants? I don't know, but any super-hero who runs around in his tighty whities has got to be awesome. We even had kids come by who weren't even dressed up! The next door neighbor, who is super sweet and always reminds me of the lady who played Glinda the Good in "Wicked" brought her little girl by and we were her official FIRST TRICK-OR-TREAT! She is only about a year old, I guess, and was dressed up as this little cute witch. I knelt down to give her candy and she dove into my bowl. She also kept giving me her hat, so at least she has come kind of idea of give-and-take. At one point, two brothers came by and the first one said "Don't give my brother any candy!" and actually blocked me from getting to him. I just smiled my best "You aren't my kid, so I won't kick you" smile and put my hand into his brothers bag to drop the candy. Brother then closed the bag around my hand and pulled me several steps outside of the doorway before I jerked free. AS I was closing the door, I heard the mom say "OK, we'll take him home so you can finish." Wow. Wonder how often they have those Mom-Likes-You-Best conversations?
At about 8:00 we closed up shop and went to dinner. We discussed politics and war. So, I watched the news and had a serious conversation about such things. On Halloween. Weird things DO happen on that night!
We spent the evening with Mr. Lee so that we could finally know what real, hardcore, trick or treating is like. I didn't wear a costume, much to my chagrin, because I believe that my fondness for wearing costumes kind of embarrasses Steve at times, and if that is the case it would probably mortify his dad. So since the needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few, I wore jeans and a t-shirt. Sigh. Steve and I both left work a little early so we could get consolidate cars and be over in Madison early enough, but that didn't seem to matter much. It was raining, and there was SOOOOOO much traffic that it took us an hour to go from our house to his. Not that the drive was terrible, we were listening to an audio novel called "The History of Almost Everything" or something like that. It's all about physics and biographies of scientists who discovered (or at least took credit for) all the things scientific, like gravity, atoms, dinosaurs and etc. Normally that kind of book would be saved specifically for use as general anesthetic before major surgery, BUT this one happens to be very interesting and written in an entertaining manner. I recommend it highly.
But I digress.
We finally made it over to Mr. Lee's house, and there were no kids in sight. We figured the rain was putting damper (look! A pun!) on things, so we sat back and watched the FOX news channel. Yeah, I hate news. Granted, it was funny that John Kerry made a fool of himself, but I'm almost completely sure he had no real intention of insulting anyone but George Bush...sour grapes, you know.
Anyway, the rain stopped and the kids started. Having lived in the butt-crack of Limestone County for my formative years, we never really had anyone trick-or-treat at our house unless they were out scouting for some house to roll or something. Even in our neighborhood now, we rarely have anyone come to get candy. However, Mr. Lee lives in one of those neighborhoods where the houses are right up against each other and so it's possible for kids to go door to door. We had lots of them come by, and one little girl came twice. I owe that to my patented "Fistfull-Of-Candybars" passing out tactic I developed. I saw Jedi (Steve would be proud I knew at first glance what they look like), monsters, pre-pubescent girls in very inaapropriate outfits, and one kid who I couldn't place finally told me what he was. He was wearing a pink hooded sweatsuit with a red cape. I hated to admit defeat on the guessing game, but he said he was someone called Captain Underpants. This he said with a lisp, so it made it that much harder not to laugh. Who the heck is Captain Underpants? I don't know, but any super-hero who runs around in his tighty whities has got to be awesome. We even had kids come by who weren't even dressed up! The next door neighbor, who is super sweet and always reminds me of the lady who played Glinda the Good in "Wicked" brought her little girl by and we were her official FIRST TRICK-OR-TREAT! She is only about a year old, I guess, and was dressed up as this little cute witch. I knelt down to give her candy and she dove into my bowl. She also kept giving me her hat, so at least she has come kind of idea of give-and-take. At one point, two brothers came by and the first one said "Don't give my brother any candy!" and actually blocked me from getting to him. I just smiled my best "You aren't my kid, so I won't kick you" smile and put my hand into his brothers bag to drop the candy. Brother then closed the bag around my hand and pulled me several steps outside of the doorway before I jerked free. AS I was closing the door, I heard the mom say "OK, we'll take him home so you can finish." Wow. Wonder how often they have those Mom-Likes-You-Best conversations?
At about 8:00 we closed up shop and went to dinner. We discussed politics and war. So, I watched the news and had a serious conversation about such things. On Halloween. Weird things DO happen on that night!
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
This is why I love Autumn! That link will take you to my Flickr page where you can see all of the glorius trees I took pictures of at the SpRocket!
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Well, crap.
I had just typed in quite a big of my newest entry when the power blinked off and destroyed everything. I don't have the energy or the desire to retype everything, so I will just tell you about Sunday. Don't worry, you didn't miss anything! : )
Sunday, I got a case of "Laugh-In-Church" syndrome in the morning. The children's choir sand the special music and the first song had a little beat to it. Of course, the kids started swaying around (which, for a fairly conservative Baptist congregation, is quite shocking! ; ) Anyway, most of the kids just sort of swayed or bounced on their feet a little, but one little boy in the front did a little more. He's the son of our associate pastor, and as the song went on, he started doing some kind of twisty, interpretive dance. It was so funny. It didn't last long, of course, but it got me tickled. Right after that, the minister of music stood up and said "And now, if you'll join me in singing all five stanzas of 'He Keeps Me Singing'" and I got tickled again. Our song director can make any hymn as long "Free Bird", so that was justs funny to me. Granted, that shouldn't have been as funny to me as it turned out to be, but it set me off. I could barely sing for the firstt 3 verses. It would be so helpful if I could just buy a packet of dignity and composure to keep in my purse. I sure don't have any of that naturally. : )
I got my hair cut! It looks so different to me, but I think it's basically just a redux of a haircut I've had before. I need to check some pictures to make sure. It's kind of the opposite of the haircut I've had for the past couple of years, so instead of being shorter in the back and long in the front, it's layered in the front and longer in the back. When she started cutting, I got the morbid feeling that I was going to end up with a Fe-Mullet, but thank God, that didn't happen. The only problem with it I can see is now my hair tends to curl up at the ends in different directions and the shortest layer is always in my eye. Steve should like that. : ) You know, anything to cover up my face, and he's for it! My hair has also begun to turn colors for some unknown reason. I haven't colored it for a long time, so I'm not sure what's going on. In the front I have these bright strawberry blonde strands that catch the light, I have some gold colored strands scattered through the rest of my hair, I still have the dark brown, but it's got reddish streaks in it now and I have one very determined white strand of hair right in my part. I can only imagine driving around with the top down on my car this summer lightened it up a little, but I'm starting to get nervous as to what color it will eventually end up. I'm determined not to color it again, though. DETERMINED!
Well, that's about the extent of excitement in my life. I took a lot of beautiful pictures of the leaves outside of the museum yesterday and I'm going to see about putting them on my Flickr account so you can see them all. : ) Yay!
I'll be back.
I had just typed in quite a big of my newest entry when the power blinked off and destroyed everything. I don't have the energy or the desire to retype everything, so I will just tell you about Sunday. Don't worry, you didn't miss anything! : )
Sunday, I got a case of "Laugh-In-Church" syndrome in the morning. The children's choir sand the special music and the first song had a little beat to it. Of course, the kids started swaying around (which, for a fairly conservative Baptist congregation, is quite shocking! ; ) Anyway, most of the kids just sort of swayed or bounced on their feet a little, but one little boy in the front did a little more. He's the son of our associate pastor, and as the song went on, he started doing some kind of twisty, interpretive dance. It was so funny. It didn't last long, of course, but it got me tickled. Right after that, the minister of music stood up and said "And now, if you'll join me in singing all five stanzas of 'He Keeps Me Singing'" and I got tickled again. Our song director can make any hymn as long "Free Bird", so that was justs funny to me. Granted, that shouldn't have been as funny to me as it turned out to be, but it set me off. I could barely sing for the firstt 3 verses. It would be so helpful if I could just buy a packet of dignity and composure to keep in my purse. I sure don't have any of that naturally. : )
I got my hair cut! It looks so different to me, but I think it's basically just a redux of a haircut I've had before. I need to check some pictures to make sure. It's kind of the opposite of the haircut I've had for the past couple of years, so instead of being shorter in the back and long in the front, it's layered in the front and longer in the back. When she started cutting, I got the morbid feeling that I was going to end up with a Fe-Mullet, but thank God, that didn't happen. The only problem with it I can see is now my hair tends to curl up at the ends in different directions and the shortest layer is always in my eye. Steve should like that. : ) You know, anything to cover up my face, and he's for it! My hair has also begun to turn colors for some unknown reason. I haven't colored it for a long time, so I'm not sure what's going on. In the front I have these bright strawberry blonde strands that catch the light, I have some gold colored strands scattered through the rest of my hair, I still have the dark brown, but it's got reddish streaks in it now and I have one very determined white strand of hair right in my part. I can only imagine driving around with the top down on my car this summer lightened it up a little, but I'm starting to get nervous as to what color it will eventually end up. I'm determined not to color it again, though. DETERMINED!
Well, that's about the extent of excitement in my life. I took a lot of beautiful pictures of the leaves outside of the museum yesterday and I'm going to see about putting them on my Flickr account so you can see them all. : ) Yay!
I'll be back.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Sunday Morning Blurbage...
I know it's a little early to think about my birthday, but I'm already dreading it. Don't ask me why it's bothering me now, because I have no idea. As I've mentioned, I don't hate my birthday because I'm getting older (I'll be 29...which seems weird) but because it's the day the vortex of everything bad that can happen to me opens up and follows me around for 24 hours.
I woke up this morning with a pretty good idea of what will happen on my next birthday and now I dread it even more.
I'm SO not even getting out of bed that day.
I know it's a little early to think about my birthday, but I'm already dreading it. Don't ask me why it's bothering me now, because I have no idea. As I've mentioned, I don't hate my birthday because I'm getting older (I'll be 29...which seems weird) but because it's the day the vortex of everything bad that can happen to me opens up and follows me around for 24 hours.
I woke up this morning with a pretty good idea of what will happen on my next birthday and now I dread it even more.
I'm SO not even getting out of bed that day.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Well, this isn't good...
I just went outside to take a look at a couple of signs that I needed to replace. I didn't actually NEED to go out, but from the lofty heights of my office (i.e. roof is in the way, so I couldn't see the ground) it didn't look like it was raining that hard. So out I went and realized fairly quickly that it was umbrella weather. Armed with the umbrella and my lab coat, I ventured out into the monsoon. Apparently the SpRocket is built on an undulating series of downhill waves which seem to defy the laws of physics, because everywhere you walk, the water is flowing in a different direction. However, they all have one thing in common. I stepped into a puddle nearly every step I took. My jeans are wet to the knees and my shoes are soaked through to my socks. It's a very unplesant feeling. Now I'm back in my office in the in between stages of being wet and cold/ warm and drying off. I don't think I like this feeling.
You know, off the subject, but does it bother anyone else that KFC has been using the song "Sweet Home Alabama" in it's commercials? I'm not sure that I catch how that ties in.
Other than the rain, the SpRocket is beautiful! The maples in the parking lot are all different colors and the leaves are so perfect that you'd think they were painted. One of my favorite trees is still partly green, but also turning gold and has patches of dark burgandy leaves all over it. I can't imagine living anywhere that didn't have trees that change color. I'm convinced that God has this hobby of painting leaves every year and plans ahead to make the next one more beautiful than the last. In heaven, a whole section of trees will always be autumn colors. I hope anyway!
I just went outside to take a look at a couple of signs that I needed to replace. I didn't actually NEED to go out, but from the lofty heights of my office (i.e. roof is in the way, so I couldn't see the ground) it didn't look like it was raining that hard. So out I went and realized fairly quickly that it was umbrella weather. Armed with the umbrella and my lab coat, I ventured out into the monsoon. Apparently the SpRocket is built on an undulating series of downhill waves which seem to defy the laws of physics, because everywhere you walk, the water is flowing in a different direction. However, they all have one thing in common. I stepped into a puddle nearly every step I took. My jeans are wet to the knees and my shoes are soaked through to my socks. It's a very unplesant feeling. Now I'm back in my office in the in between stages of being wet and cold/ warm and drying off. I don't think I like this feeling.
You know, off the subject, but does it bother anyone else that KFC has been using the song "Sweet Home Alabama" in it's commercials? I'm not sure that I catch how that ties in.
Other than the rain, the SpRocket is beautiful! The maples in the parking lot are all different colors and the leaves are so perfect that you'd think they were painted. One of my favorite trees is still partly green, but also turning gold and has patches of dark burgandy leaves all over it. I can't imagine living anywhere that didn't have trees that change color. I'm convinced that God has this hobby of painting leaves every year and plans ahead to make the next one more beautiful than the last. In heaven, a whole section of trees will always be autumn colors. I hope anyway!
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING
1) I do not have idle hands. I realized this the other day when I had a red scarf tied around my purse that I ended up messing with the WHOLE evening. I tied it in my hair, around my waist, around my arm, around my friend, I used it as a lasso...just all kinds of crazy things. I've also notcied I do this with the juniper seed necklace that Mr. Lee brought me back from out west. Apparently I do this either when I'm nervous or when I just don't know what to do with myself. If anything is within reach of me, I'm going to mess with it. If there is nothing to play with, I play with my hair. I hope that's not annoying!
2) I've seen a LOT of people abusing the leggings that are oh-so-stylish these days. Either wear pantyhose or DON'T, people! They are NOT cute! This whole 80s fashion redux thing is not cute either. I don't care if you are Sandra Bullock, a bubble dress isn't flattering on a grown woman. Oh, yeah, I had one once. It was mint green with poofy sleeves, but I was 9. Also, rouching just makes it look slept in. So put down the 80s clothes and back slowly away...
3) I gesticulate quite wildly when I talk. Maybe this goes along with the non-idle hands business or something. I make a lot of messes this way! : )
4) I had a dream last night that was so strange. I dreamed I was walking through an aquarium and the fish started jumping out of the containers and flinging themselves at me. I was having to pick them up and put them back in the water before they died, but I was grossed out about having to touch them. Also, a gecko in a terrarium threw gravel at me that stuck in my hair. At some point later, I was helping someone put the tank cover back on their toilet and they locked me in their bathroom. Who wants to interpret that one? Eh?
I'm stopping here for now!
1) I do not have idle hands. I realized this the other day when I had a red scarf tied around my purse that I ended up messing with the WHOLE evening. I tied it in my hair, around my waist, around my arm, around my friend, I used it as a lasso...just all kinds of crazy things. I've also notcied I do this with the juniper seed necklace that Mr. Lee brought me back from out west. Apparently I do this either when I'm nervous or when I just don't know what to do with myself. If anything is within reach of me, I'm going to mess with it. If there is nothing to play with, I play with my hair. I hope that's not annoying!
2) I've seen a LOT of people abusing the leggings that are oh-so-stylish these days. Either wear pantyhose or DON'T, people! They are NOT cute! This whole 80s fashion redux thing is not cute either. I don't care if you are Sandra Bullock, a bubble dress isn't flattering on a grown woman. Oh, yeah, I had one once. It was mint green with poofy sleeves, but I was 9. Also, rouching just makes it look slept in. So put down the 80s clothes and back slowly away...
3) I gesticulate quite wildly when I talk. Maybe this goes along with the non-idle hands business or something. I make a lot of messes this way! : )
4) I had a dream last night that was so strange. I dreamed I was walking through an aquarium and the fish started jumping out of the containers and flinging themselves at me. I was having to pick them up and put them back in the water before they died, but I was grossed out about having to touch them. Also, a gecko in a terrarium threw gravel at me that stuck in my hair. At some point later, I was helping someone put the tank cover back on their toilet and they locked me in their bathroom. Who wants to interpret that one? Eh?
I'm stopping here for now!
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
And now, the next edition of
"WHO 'DAT? WHO 'DERE?"
The other morning, we had a farewell breakfast for one of our co-workers who got a job with Delta and will soon be moving to Atlanta. As part of our festivities, our VP wanted a group picture that the guy leaving could take with him. Here it is! I decided to post it so you will know the people I work with.
Starting Top Row, Left:
Sam: He is my immediate boss. I'm his assistant, so when he doesn't have time to do something, I do it! He's the one who made all of the Ms. Baker masks (and so I gave him a monkey in honor of that). He's really, very cool.
Jennifer: I'm not really sure what Jennifer does exactly, but I know she travels a lot and stays busy. She's also a dance instructor and she rides bicycles in really long races for fun.
Al: Al used to work for one of the local news programs a while back and now he's the media liasion between the Sprocket and the world. He's really funny and makes great chili! He's also a very good story teller, so if you ever get a chance to hear him tell the toilet story, you'll laugh till you throw up. : )
Amy: Amy is our Marketing director. She shills for money and publicity and can pretty much talk anyone into anything! She's really nice and funny, and LOUD.
Rodney: Rod is the senior designer in our department. You've probably seen something he's designed if you've ever gotten an ad, calender, or program guide for camp. He's also really sweet AND he just got engaged!
Starting Bottom Left:
Ed: I had to Photoshop Ed into the picture because he had to miss the breakfast. Awwww. Granted, it's not a very good patch job, but at least he's in there! As we all know, Ed is the devil.
Holly: Holly is the senior VP of Marketing for the SpRocket. She gets very nervous, but she's very good at her job! She and Amy started at about the same time, so they work well together and can be mean to each other without one of them getting fired. : )
Roderick: Roderick is the guy who just left us. He was the web master for the Space Camp web pages as well as the museum. We'll miss him! He was always asking me how to spell stuff, and we all know, that doesn't happen that often.
and finally
Me: You know me, but I liked the picture, so I didn't block myself out of it this time. Don't you just love my skully head scarf? : )
That is all.
"WHO 'DAT? WHO 'DERE?"
The other morning, we had a farewell breakfast for one of our co-workers who got a job with Delta and will soon be moving to Atlanta. As part of our festivities, our VP wanted a group picture that the guy leaving could take with him. Here it is! I decided to post it so you will know the people I work with.
Starting Top Row, Left:
Sam: He is my immediate boss. I'm his assistant, so when he doesn't have time to do something, I do it! He's the one who made all of the Ms. Baker masks (and so I gave him a monkey in honor of that). He's really, very cool.
Jennifer: I'm not really sure what Jennifer does exactly, but I know she travels a lot and stays busy. She's also a dance instructor and she rides bicycles in really long races for fun.
Al: Al used to work for one of the local news programs a while back and now he's the media liasion between the Sprocket and the world. He's really funny and makes great chili! He's also a very good story teller, so if you ever get a chance to hear him tell the toilet story, you'll laugh till you throw up. : )
Amy: Amy is our Marketing director. She shills for money and publicity and can pretty much talk anyone into anything! She's really nice and funny, and LOUD.
Rodney: Rod is the senior designer in our department. You've probably seen something he's designed if you've ever gotten an ad, calender, or program guide for camp. He's also really sweet AND he just got engaged!
Starting Bottom Left:
Ed: I had to Photoshop Ed into the picture because he had to miss the breakfast. Awwww. Granted, it's not a very good patch job, but at least he's in there! As we all know, Ed is the devil.
Holly: Holly is the senior VP of Marketing for the SpRocket. She gets very nervous, but she's very good at her job! She and Amy started at about the same time, so they work well together and can be mean to each other without one of them getting fired. : )
Roderick: Roderick is the guy who just left us. He was the web master for the Space Camp web pages as well as the museum. We'll miss him! He was always asking me how to spell stuff, and we all know, that doesn't happen that often.
and finally
Me: You know me, but I liked the picture, so I didn't block myself out of it this time. Don't you just love my skully head scarf? : )
That is all.
Monday, October 23, 2006
WEEKEND UPDATE!
Wooo-Hoooo! Okay, well, I don't think my weekend can warrant a woo-hoo, but it wasn't bad!
Friday after work, I was exhausted. While I knew I would be going to the United Way Chili Cook-Off, I didn't realize that I would be serving as a waitress for the judges. Who knew that a couple of hours walking back and forth in Nancy Sinatra boots would be so tiring. Although I don't think being a waitress would be something I want to try, I didn't do too badly AND I didn't spill anything on myself! Yay!
Anyway...
When I got home, I changed into comfy clothes and Steve and I stretched out for a nap. Unfortunately the phone rang and Steve was reminded that he had made plans to go to the theater with Anthony (oops) so he jumped up and ran off, leaving me alone and bereft for the evening. Well, not so bereft, if you want me to be honest. I took my power nap and then began working on my newest Graphics project. It's been a long road, but I finally figured out what to do. It's supposed to be a self-promotion project. We make 3 "teaser" postcards that let the potential employee know that something will be sent to them, and then we have to make an object that not only reflects us as people, but also describes us as designers, and incorporates our resume in some clever way. Kenny and Steve both tried to help me think of something, but we didn't come up with anything! Finally I decided to use my new found prowess with polymer clay and make 4 (surprisingly realistic) clay chocolates with Magnets on the back. I made a candy box and a big tag for it that says "With Other Designers, You Never Know What You're Going To Get." My resume will be folded up on the inside like those "Chocolate Maps" that you get to tell you wha pieces are in the box! So, they have my resume, magnets that they can use for practial purposes and the knowledge that I am a fantastic designer that they would love to have on staff! I hope, anyway. : )
Saturday Steve was off doing his own thing and I had all kinds of stuff planned to do. I worked for several hours on my project and had lunch. I was just about to get ready and run all of my errands when all of the awake left my body. No big deal, right? Take a quick nap and everything will be fine! Well, not so much. I fell into a deep and sodden sleep that lasted for 3 1/2 hours. I didn't get to go run my errands and I missed the Star Wars wedding, much to my chagrin, but I did wake up in time to get ready for my date with Steve and Josh. Since we had planned on going to my class reunion (Josh was going as Sara's date) and since the reunion was cancelled, we had all decided to get dresed up and go out anyways. Well, then Sara had to go and get herself an organ donor (Some people are so self centered! :) so it was just going to be us three. We decided to go to 801 Franklin and have dinner. As I was getting ready, I decided that I wanted my hair to be curly, so I broke out the seldom used hot rollers and put them in my hair. I used to be a faithful hot roller using person back in the day. Every day I would have big, giant, country-music-award hair, but for the mid 90s, it looked good! Well, apparently the way my hair is cut now is so different than the way it used to be that when I took the rollers out...I looked like Gilda Radner doing Rosanne Rosanna-Danna! Wow, my hair was HUGE. So I spent the next hour or so trying to tone it down a little. by the time Josh got there, I had managed to corral my hair into a managable 1940's looking wave complete with a flower pin clipped into it. The pin was probably a bit much, but without it, one side of my head exploded into a curly mess while the other side looked decent. At any rate, I looked cute. : ) So we went out to dinner and ended the evening at the local Starbucks sipping latte's, Pelagrino, and evesdropping on a conversation that a guy was having with his girlfriend's parents, whom he was meeting for the first time. Very, very uncomfortable stuff. Good times.
Sunday was weird. I was fine when I woke up, and was getting ready for church when I bent down to get something underneath the bed and immediately started feeling sick. Not throw-up sick, but just...ill. Steve had to go on to church without me and I had to call my mom to let her know I was not going to make it over for lunch. By the time I did that, I was freezing and couldn't get warm. I ended up piling on all kinds of clothes and blankets and falling asleep on the couch. I slept nearly all day. Even when I woke up, I was too tired to move, so I lay on the couch with the hood of my jacket pulled up and tied so that only my eyes and nose peeked out, covered with my blanket until almost 4 o'clock. By then I was feeling a little better, and no longer cold, so I got up and worked on some homework and played a computer game. I went back and forth from lying on the couch to sitting at the computer until it was time for bed. I have no idea what was wrong with me, but hopefully it won't happen again for a long time!
Oh, and an update on Sara and her transplant: Friday they had to take her into surgery due to a bleeding problem. It wasn't serious, so it was taken care of with little to no fuss and they had her sitting up for a while. From the news I'm getting, she seems to be doing really well and hopefully will be moved into the recovery house where she will live for a couple of months while she's kept under observation. Please keep her in your prayers and I'll pass on news when I get it!
Wooo-Hoooo! Okay, well, I don't think my weekend can warrant a woo-hoo, but it wasn't bad!
Friday after work, I was exhausted. While I knew I would be going to the United Way Chili Cook-Off, I didn't realize that I would be serving as a waitress for the judges. Who knew that a couple of hours walking back and forth in Nancy Sinatra boots would be so tiring. Although I don't think being a waitress would be something I want to try, I didn't do too badly AND I didn't spill anything on myself! Yay!
Anyway...
When I got home, I changed into comfy clothes and Steve and I stretched out for a nap. Unfortunately the phone rang and Steve was reminded that he had made plans to go to the theater with Anthony (oops) so he jumped up and ran off, leaving me alone and bereft for the evening. Well, not so bereft, if you want me to be honest. I took my power nap and then began working on my newest Graphics project. It's been a long road, but I finally figured out what to do. It's supposed to be a self-promotion project. We make 3 "teaser" postcards that let the potential employee know that something will be sent to them, and then we have to make an object that not only reflects us as people, but also describes us as designers, and incorporates our resume in some clever way. Kenny and Steve both tried to help me think of something, but we didn't come up with anything! Finally I decided to use my new found prowess with polymer clay and make 4 (surprisingly realistic) clay chocolates with Magnets on the back. I made a candy box and a big tag for it that says "With Other Designers, You Never Know What You're Going To Get." My resume will be folded up on the inside like those "Chocolate Maps" that you get to tell you wha pieces are in the box! So, they have my resume, magnets that they can use for practial purposes and the knowledge that I am a fantastic designer that they would love to have on staff! I hope, anyway. : )
Saturday Steve was off doing his own thing and I had all kinds of stuff planned to do. I worked for several hours on my project and had lunch. I was just about to get ready and run all of my errands when all of the awake left my body. No big deal, right? Take a quick nap and everything will be fine! Well, not so much. I fell into a deep and sodden sleep that lasted for 3 1/2 hours. I didn't get to go run my errands and I missed the Star Wars wedding, much to my chagrin, but I did wake up in time to get ready for my date with Steve and Josh. Since we had planned on going to my class reunion (Josh was going as Sara's date) and since the reunion was cancelled, we had all decided to get dresed up and go out anyways. Well, then Sara had to go and get herself an organ donor (Some people are so self centered! :) so it was just going to be us three. We decided to go to 801 Franklin and have dinner. As I was getting ready, I decided that I wanted my hair to be curly, so I broke out the seldom used hot rollers and put them in my hair. I used to be a faithful hot roller using person back in the day. Every day I would have big, giant, country-music-award hair, but for the mid 90s, it looked good! Well, apparently the way my hair is cut now is so different than the way it used to be that when I took the rollers out...I looked like Gilda Radner doing Rosanne Rosanna-Danna! Wow, my hair was HUGE. So I spent the next hour or so trying to tone it down a little. by the time Josh got there, I had managed to corral my hair into a managable 1940's looking wave complete with a flower pin clipped into it. The pin was probably a bit much, but without it, one side of my head exploded into a curly mess while the other side looked decent. At any rate, I looked cute. : ) So we went out to dinner and ended the evening at the local Starbucks sipping latte's, Pelagrino, and evesdropping on a conversation that a guy was having with his girlfriend's parents, whom he was meeting for the first time. Very, very uncomfortable stuff. Good times.
Sunday was weird. I was fine when I woke up, and was getting ready for church when I bent down to get something underneath the bed and immediately started feeling sick. Not throw-up sick, but just...ill. Steve had to go on to church without me and I had to call my mom to let her know I was not going to make it over for lunch. By the time I did that, I was freezing and couldn't get warm. I ended up piling on all kinds of clothes and blankets and falling asleep on the couch. I slept nearly all day. Even when I woke up, I was too tired to move, so I lay on the couch with the hood of my jacket pulled up and tied so that only my eyes and nose peeked out, covered with my blanket until almost 4 o'clock. By then I was feeling a little better, and no longer cold, so I got up and worked on some homework and played a computer game. I went back and forth from lying on the couch to sitting at the computer until it was time for bed. I have no idea what was wrong with me, but hopefully it won't happen again for a long time!
Oh, and an update on Sara and her transplant: Friday they had to take her into surgery due to a bleeding problem. It wasn't serious, so it was taken care of with little to no fuss and they had her sitting up for a while. From the news I'm getting, she seems to be doing really well and hopefully will be moved into the recovery house where she will live for a couple of months while she's kept under observation. Please keep her in your prayers and I'll pass on news when I get it!
Friday, October 20, 2006
LATEST UPDATE!
Well, I got two more e-mails about my friend, and everything seems to have gone well. She got 5 organs and the surgery took 12.5 hours. Her mom thought she'd be all out of it after her procedure, but she popped up and waved to her. She also asked her mom to bring her some stuff so she could fix her hair. :) That sounds exactly like her, alright. They also believe that if everything keeps going well, she may be able to start eating real food again in about 7-10 days! GOOOOOOOOOOOOO Transplant Team!
So today is the day of the United Way/Space Camp anniversary thing, and I am indeed sitting here in my Pink Lady costume. It's freaking HOT, too. I think whomever made it lined it with plastic and solar blankets because the least little bit of exertion while I'm wearing it and I feel like I'm on fire. Oh well, at least I look cute. Apparently, the Pink Lady is something that was created when Space Camp had just started and was supposed to be what the tour guides were supposed to dress as. Hmmmmmmm, I don't think so. Wearing an orange flight suit was bad enough, but I don't think I could have stood dressing like That Girl every day. One of the things that was done, was my boss made a bunch of "Ms. Baker on a stick" fans. It's the head of a monkey with the eyes cut out with a stick stapled to the back. It can be used as a fan or a mask, but they are creepy looking little things. I spent the last part of my day cutting out monkey heads. I had nightmares...seriously.
This weekend, I'm going to crash a wedding! It's not just any wedding, though, it's a Star Wars themed wedding that is being held out here at the SpRocket! They are going to wear COSTUMES and everything! The special events coordinator told me about it and I have the severe desire to come and watch it. At least I have my badge to explain why I'm there, in case anyone says anything.
My class reunion was canceled. :( I was actually starting to look forward to it. There wasn't enough interest in it to go ahead with the plans. As small of a class as we had, that is really surprising. I'd figure we'd all have to come and just see who was still living with their parents! Nah, we actually had a lot of successful people in our class. Several nurses, a college professor, one guy has even cut a record and it's going to be out soon. I'd heard snips of it and it's actually really good! There are a lot of other people who did well, and then a lot of people who just had a LOT of kids. One guy died and one girl went blind, so that's really sad. However, I'm pretty sure almost everyone did something productive at least. It would have been nice to see everyone, but oh well, I'm not going to cry about it. Most of them just thought I was weird, anyways, and probably think I joined some kind of hippy, Star Trek cult in Montana. Little do they know what an illustrious career I ended up with! : )
I've hurt my back and I have no idea how! I thought it happened when I fell out of my chair, but I'm pretty sure that it would have gone away by now. It hurts to sit for very long, but I don't really have much of a choice. I have to stand up and do yoga stretches every once in a while, so if you see me do this, or I stand up while I'm talking to you and contort myself, I'm not ignoring you! It just feelins like it needs to be popped, but doing that doesn't help! I spent 28 years avoiding sports to keep from stuff like this, so who knows where this came from!
I embarrassed this guy I work with yesterday. Well, actually, HE embarrassed himself, but only because A) he's a pervert and B)he misunderstood something I was talking about. I stopped to say hello to him on my way to return a security vest to the Bush Room. I held it up to look at it for the first time since picking it up and mentioned that it reminded me of my candy striper outfit. He kind of smiled at me and asked what outfit and I said "Oh, well, it was really just a vest like this, but stiped red and white." He got this look on his face that looked slightly letchorus and said "Oh really?" I said "Yeah, but I always wore it over a red skirt and white shirt, so it was a whole uniform. I was twelve at the time." He turned bright red and started stammering "Oh, you really worked in the hospital". Apparently he thought I was telling him about some weird...activities I participated in that involved dressing like a candy striper. Now, let's see if this man can look me in the eye again for the rest of the year!
Well, I got two more e-mails about my friend, and everything seems to have gone well. She got 5 organs and the surgery took 12.5 hours. Her mom thought she'd be all out of it after her procedure, but she popped up and waved to her. She also asked her mom to bring her some stuff so she could fix her hair. :) That sounds exactly like her, alright. They also believe that if everything keeps going well, she may be able to start eating real food again in about 7-10 days! GOOOOOOOOOOOOO Transplant Team!
So today is the day of the United Way/Space Camp anniversary thing, and I am indeed sitting here in my Pink Lady costume. It's freaking HOT, too. I think whomever made it lined it with plastic and solar blankets because the least little bit of exertion while I'm wearing it and I feel like I'm on fire. Oh well, at least I look cute. Apparently, the Pink Lady is something that was created when Space Camp had just started and was supposed to be what the tour guides were supposed to dress as. Hmmmmmmm, I don't think so. Wearing an orange flight suit was bad enough, but I don't think I could have stood dressing like That Girl every day. One of the things that was done, was my boss made a bunch of "Ms. Baker on a stick" fans. It's the head of a monkey with the eyes cut out with a stick stapled to the back. It can be used as a fan or a mask, but they are creepy looking little things. I spent the last part of my day cutting out monkey heads. I had nightmares...seriously.
This weekend, I'm going to crash a wedding! It's not just any wedding, though, it's a Star Wars themed wedding that is being held out here at the SpRocket! They are going to wear COSTUMES and everything! The special events coordinator told me about it and I have the severe desire to come and watch it. At least I have my badge to explain why I'm there, in case anyone says anything.
My class reunion was canceled. :( I was actually starting to look forward to it. There wasn't enough interest in it to go ahead with the plans. As small of a class as we had, that is really surprising. I'd figure we'd all have to come and just see who was still living with their parents! Nah, we actually had a lot of successful people in our class. Several nurses, a college professor, one guy has even cut a record and it's going to be out soon. I'd heard snips of it and it's actually really good! There are a lot of other people who did well, and then a lot of people who just had a LOT of kids. One guy died and one girl went blind, so that's really sad. However, I'm pretty sure almost everyone did something productive at least. It would have been nice to see everyone, but oh well, I'm not going to cry about it. Most of them just thought I was weird, anyways, and probably think I joined some kind of hippy, Star Trek cult in Montana. Little do they know what an illustrious career I ended up with! : )
I've hurt my back and I have no idea how! I thought it happened when I fell out of my chair, but I'm pretty sure that it would have gone away by now. It hurts to sit for very long, but I don't really have much of a choice. I have to stand up and do yoga stretches every once in a while, so if you see me do this, or I stand up while I'm talking to you and contort myself, I'm not ignoring you! It just feelins like it needs to be popped, but doing that doesn't help! I spent 28 years avoiding sports to keep from stuff like this, so who knows where this came from!
I embarrassed this guy I work with yesterday. Well, actually, HE embarrassed himself, but only because A) he's a pervert and B)he misunderstood something I was talking about. I stopped to say hello to him on my way to return a security vest to the Bush Room. I held it up to look at it for the first time since picking it up and mentioned that it reminded me of my candy striper outfit. He kind of smiled at me and asked what outfit and I said "Oh, well, it was really just a vest like this, but stiped red and white." He got this look on his face that looked slightly letchorus and said "Oh really?" I said "Yeah, but I always wore it over a red skirt and white shirt, so it was a whole uniform. I was twelve at the time." He turned bright red and started stammering "Oh, you really worked in the hospital". Apparently he thought I was telling him about some weird...activities I participated in that involved dressing like a candy striper. Now, let's see if this man can look me in the eye again for the rest of the year!
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
UPDATE!
I got the following message from a friend of the friend I've been talking about for the past few days:
she went in for surgery about 7 am our time and is scheduled to be there for up to 18 hours...
They have decided to do a liver, small intestine, large intestine, stomach, pancreas, and spleen transplant, although some of that may change once they get in there and see what all they are dealing with... her mom said that the donor came from in-house, so they didn't have to transport the organs, which is good news...
So here's to hoping. Please remember to say a little prayer!
AND RANDOM PICTURENESS
The other day I was looking at some kind of randompost full of pictures and I came across this one:
I'm not sure why that strikes me as hilarious, but it does!
SOCKS!
I finally found some socks to replace the ones that I tore on New Years Eve. The colors are not as varied as the old ones, and the stripes are a little wider, but each toe is a different color,or almost, so they make me happy!
MY CO-WORKERS LOVE ME
I was out one day last week, and when I came back this was on my door:
That sign normally says "Gone To Class", so when people come to my door and it's closed, they don't wait out there all day knocking. However, Ed thought it would be funny to change it while I was away and hope I wouldn't notice. Oh, I noticed, and so did the mail guy and the fire marshall! It's a good thing I like Ed! : )
and one last picture I like to call FUN WITH PHOTOSHOP!
Last weekend I was messing around while some paint was drying and I decided to see if my Halloween false eyelashes looked like something I could wear out of the house. Well, I got a little carried away! : ) The picture is Photoshopped, of course, but the makeup and fan was real. I'm just glad nobody came to the door! That would have seemed strange, indeed!
I had a hard time not smiling when I took that picture. I look like a clown, plus I think I have eyes that are unusually big for my head. I think I'm part alien or something. So have a laugh on me, and I hope the rest of your day is wonderful!
I got the following message from a friend of the friend I've been talking about for the past few days:
she went in for surgery about 7 am our time and is scheduled to be there for up to 18 hours...
They have decided to do a liver, small intestine, large intestine, stomach, pancreas, and spleen transplant, although some of that may change once they get in there and see what all they are dealing with... her mom said that the donor came from in-house, so they didn't have to transport the organs, which is good news...
So here's to hoping. Please remember to say a little prayer!
AND RANDOM PICTURENESS
The other day I was looking at some kind of randompost full of pictures and I came across this one:
I'm not sure why that strikes me as hilarious, but it does!
SOCKS!
I finally found some socks to replace the ones that I tore on New Years Eve. The colors are not as varied as the old ones, and the stripes are a little wider, but each toe is a different color,or almost, so they make me happy!
MY CO-WORKERS LOVE ME
I was out one day last week, and when I came back this was on my door:
That sign normally says "Gone To Class", so when people come to my door and it's closed, they don't wait out there all day knocking. However, Ed thought it would be funny to change it while I was away and hope I wouldn't notice. Oh, I noticed, and so did the mail guy and the fire marshall! It's a good thing I like Ed! : )
and one last picture I like to call FUN WITH PHOTOSHOP!
Last weekend I was messing around while some paint was drying and I decided to see if my Halloween false eyelashes looked like something I could wear out of the house. Well, I got a little carried away! : ) The picture is Photoshopped, of course, but the makeup and fan was real. I'm just glad nobody came to the door! That would have seemed strange, indeed!
I had a hard time not smiling when I took that picture. I look like a clown, plus I think I have eyes that are unusually big for my head. I think I'm part alien or something. So have a laugh on me, and I hope the rest of your day is wonderful!
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
WELL, CRAP...
Yesterday when I got home, the friend I was talking about yesterday had written me an e-mail. Apparently when they got down to Miami, all of the organs she needed from her donor weren't viable, so the transplant surgery was a no go. So that sucks a lot, but at least she was put at the head of the list in case another donor with her match came available. The way the people drive in Miami, though, you wouldn't think she'd have to wait very long. She was back home yesterday aftrenoon.
For the love of PETE AND ALL OF HIS FAMILY...can't a sista get a liver?!
HOWEVER...
I got an e-mail from her again this morning saying that they got a call again at 5:00 this morning stating that another potential donor had become available and she and her mom had to go back to thte airport and fly back down to Miami again! So hopefully, as I type this, she's actually getting whatever she needs to have transplanted...planted.
May this be a reminder for all of us as to how important it is to be an organ donor! I mean, I hate the fact that someone has to kick it to provide someone else with an organ, but...geez.
Yesterday when I got home, the friend I was talking about yesterday had written me an e-mail. Apparently when they got down to Miami, all of the organs she needed from her donor weren't viable, so the transplant surgery was a no go. So that sucks a lot, but at least she was put at the head of the list in case another donor with her match came available. The way the people drive in Miami, though, you wouldn't think she'd have to wait very long. She was back home yesterday aftrenoon.
For the love of PETE AND ALL OF HIS FAMILY...can't a sista get a liver?!
HOWEVER...
I got an e-mail from her again this morning saying that they got a call again at 5:00 this morning stating that another potential donor had become available and she and her mom had to go back to thte airport and fly back down to Miami again! So hopefully, as I type this, she's actually getting whatever she needs to have transplanted...planted.
May this be a reminder for all of us as to how important it is to be an organ donor! I mean, I hate the fact that someone has to kick it to provide someone else with an organ, but...geez.
Monday, October 16, 2006
AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I'm so happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My friend, the one who was so sick and needed the liver and etc. transplants, got a donor!!!!!!!!!!!
She sent a mass e-mail message on Saturday morning while she was at the airport waiting for her flight to Miami. I didn't get it until this morning, but I cannot tell you how much better that makes my day! I haven't gotten any more messages from her mom, so I choose to believe that no news is good news.
She still has a long way to go and will still need prayers, so I hope that everyone who reads this will remember her and pray for her protection and for her to get well soon.
I've been in my office crying like a lunatic. I can only remember crying out of joy once in my life, but now I have done it twice. : )
WOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOO! I'll keep everyone posted!
My friend, the one who was so sick and needed the liver and etc. transplants, got a donor!!!!!!!!!!!
She sent a mass e-mail message on Saturday morning while she was at the airport waiting for her flight to Miami. I didn't get it until this morning, but I cannot tell you how much better that makes my day! I haven't gotten any more messages from her mom, so I choose to believe that no news is good news.
She still has a long way to go and will still need prayers, so I hope that everyone who reads this will remember her and pray for her protection and for her to get well soon.
I've been in my office crying like a lunatic. I can only remember crying out of joy once in my life, but now I have done it twice. : )
WOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOO! I'll keep everyone posted!
Friday, October 13, 2006
I KNEW IT!!!!
That smug little S.O.B of a teacher hated everything. Not just my stuff, but everything! There were some really and truly awesome designs and he dogged everyone. He said that he didn't even want to grade them as is, because he wouldn't be able to give more than a B- on the best one, so he wants us to go back and make the changes he requested...nay...demanded, and he will regrade them. It's not even that the designs were bad for the most part, they just weren't his style! Normally I like that teacher fine, but I wanted to smack him with my boot yesterday. *UGH*
Another thing that ticked me off about him. He has said that we couldn't turn in our work late unless we had the excuse of illness (documented), death (ours) or some other unavoidable and equally horrible thing. Well, Half-Naked-Italian-Exchange-Student didn't have her stuff in or ready to critique...so guess what the new rule is for this project? Those of us who busted our humps to get everything in on time will get 4 extra points...and anyone who was late will not get a penalty.
I would like to hook the eyes right out of his skull. Grrrrrrrrrrr.
In other, and much more plesant news...
Last night I went to Cullman to have dinner with Kenny! Well, we didn't end up eating anything since neither one of us were hungry, but we had a very lovely evening talking and once again learning how to make slideshow presentations on Flash. We finally figured out how to lazy-fy it so that Kenny doesn't have to make a whole new presentation every time he wants to. Goooooooooo us! Well, I say "we" figured it out, but it was really me. No matter what Kenny says.
He started out the evening scaring me to death, though. I was sitting in the rocking chair waiting on him, half asleep and my mind in a whole other dimention, when out of nowhere a set of keys hits me right in the chest. I'm not sure if you've ever been in the midst of a reverie and are suddenly assasulted with cold, metal objects, but it's kind of frightning. My first thought was...well, a very rude word, and then I realized that there was a set of keys hooked to my shirt. My next thought was, "I hope these are Kenny's keys, because I don't want to have to cut someone I have never met before...in Cullman no less." Apparently Kenny had not meant to crack my sternum with his keys, but only to throw them past me. He's just got really bad aim. :)
On the way home I had to take a detour because there was a gas leak somewhere on my route and they had blocked off Hwy 20, so that added some time to my getting home-ness, but it wasn't too bad.
It's cold in my office...FINALLY! I love fall. : )
That smug little S.O.B of a teacher hated everything. Not just my stuff, but everything! There were some really and truly awesome designs and he dogged everyone. He said that he didn't even want to grade them as is, because he wouldn't be able to give more than a B- on the best one, so he wants us to go back and make the changes he requested...nay...demanded, and he will regrade them. It's not even that the designs were bad for the most part, they just weren't his style! Normally I like that teacher fine, but I wanted to smack him with my boot yesterday. *UGH*
Another thing that ticked me off about him. He has said that we couldn't turn in our work late unless we had the excuse of illness (documented), death (ours) or some other unavoidable and equally horrible thing. Well, Half-Naked-Italian-Exchange-Student didn't have her stuff in or ready to critique...so guess what the new rule is for this project? Those of us who busted our humps to get everything in on time will get 4 extra points...and anyone who was late will not get a penalty.
I would like to hook the eyes right out of his skull. Grrrrrrrrrrr.
In other, and much more plesant news...
Last night I went to Cullman to have dinner with Kenny! Well, we didn't end up eating anything since neither one of us were hungry, but we had a very lovely evening talking and once again learning how to make slideshow presentations on Flash. We finally figured out how to lazy-fy it so that Kenny doesn't have to make a whole new presentation every time he wants to. Goooooooooo us! Well, I say "we" figured it out, but it was really me. No matter what Kenny says.
He started out the evening scaring me to death, though. I was sitting in the rocking chair waiting on him, half asleep and my mind in a whole other dimention, when out of nowhere a set of keys hits me right in the chest. I'm not sure if you've ever been in the midst of a reverie and are suddenly assasulted with cold, metal objects, but it's kind of frightning. My first thought was...well, a very rude word, and then I realized that there was a set of keys hooked to my shirt. My next thought was, "I hope these are Kenny's keys, because I don't want to have to cut someone I have never met before...in Cullman no less." Apparently Kenny had not meant to crack my sternum with his keys, but only to throw them past me. He's just got really bad aim. :)
On the way home I had to take a detour because there was a gas leak somewhere on my route and they had blocked off Hwy 20, so that added some time to my getting home-ness, but it wasn't too bad.
It's cold in my office...FINALLY! I love fall. : )
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