Do you want to know how to most completely confuse me? Rearrange my Wal-Mart! I know it's been a while since I'd been into the University Dr. one, but good Lord. I was halfway into the store before I was really paying attention, but as soon as I did look around, it was as if I were on another planet! I stood there for a moment like I thought little purple ferrets were going to leap from the shelves and start talking to me, but I finally (sort of) got my bearings. It's like I am a lab rat and they moved my cheese!

Last night we went to see Steve's dad so that Steve could help him bring home a new matress for his guest room. We went to dinner afterwards. I'll go ahead and say, it's a really good thing I love Steve's grandma. I know she's part of another generation and her upbringing was totally different that my own, but I have never known anyone to say some of the things she does in public! We were stitting there waiting on our food when out of nowhere she says (talking about VBS) "We had a bunch of little black children come in, and they were just so polite!" She said it as if she were surprised, as if most small black children that she has encountered have had horns and made it a practice of gnawing on her ankles. I didn't know what to say! I mean, it wasn't as if she had made a blatent racist remark, since I don't think Grandma would ever do such a thing and mean it, but it was certainly uncalled for. It was even worse when I looked over to see the black gentleman in the next table looking as if he were trying to decide whether or not he was going to laugh or get upset. I just smiled and quickly joined into Steve and Mr. Lee's conversation. When in doubt, I just ignore that crazy old woman! ;) Heeheeehee

I'm getting a little bit better at sewing, but I still haven't quite got the hang of it. The pattern has step by step instructions, but since each package encompasses several different patterns, they are hard to follow because they veer off into tangents about other things you aren't working on. If my top doesn't immediately fall apart when I try it on, I'm afraid that I'm just going to end up looking homeless. Oh, well....WITH PRIDE I WILL WEAR IT!

Speaking of clothes, I am not a very good housekeeper. First off, I've lost a load of laundry. I can't find it anywhere. I am not in a habit of taking our laundry on long drives in the country to let them run around in a meadow or anything like that, so I know they have to be in the house somewhere, I just don't know where! I suppose that also tells you the state of my house. Also, I put in a load of laundry to wash last night. No biggie, just thought I'd let it wash last night and chuck it into thedryer this morning for lovely, clean, freash smelling clothes. Not so much. Apparently my attention was diverted after dumping the laundry into the washing machine and I forgot to close the lid. Just in case your curious, the washing cycle will go just until "spin" with the lid off. Then it will sit there with your clothes in a pool of sudsy, dirty water until someone shuts the lid. Sometimes, that can be hours and hours. Just FYI.

Yesterday I went to Hobby Lobby (big surprise) and I bought a pattern and some material. I am going to try another attempt to learn to sew! Of course, one of the first things I did was cut a piece of the top I'm attempting to make in half, but we are going to count that as a learning expirence!

It galls me that I have never learned to sew. I honestly never thought that I would want to. This is one of the reasons I chose FFA over FHA...sewing seemed so tragically DOMESTIC! Back when I still had dreams and goals, sewing never seemed to fit in to anything I wanted to do. :) Of course, now I realize that sewing can be a great thing when you have a great idea for a top or dress or something and can't find it anywhere, or the thing you want is clearly only made up to the size to fit a drinking straw. Ergo, I am attempting again to learn to sew. So far, I'm not so good at it. How can it be so different from anything else I've ever learned to do? I can draw, paint, sculpt, build, cook (fires nonwithstanding), and any number of other crafty things, why can't I figure out how to do this too? Oy. Well, I'm working on it and I've decided that whatever this top comes out looking like, I'm going to wear it proudly! Proudly, I say! Well, maybe not in public but the dogs and Steve will definately see it!

GO ME! *spirit fingers*

Jack of all trades and master of none...

You know, I joke about running away to the Florida Keys (well, sometimes it's a joke! heeheehee).

Anyways, out of curiosity I was looking at job listings in the lower keys, because even in my imagination I don't want to be jobless and homeless. There is actually a graphic design job open down there that I'm qualified for! Excellent! :) There is actually a lot of different jobs available down there. I don't know why this surprises me. I guess I just imagined that everyone played on the beach all day. Silly Kelly!

Oh yeah, one more thing. My nephew, Logan, told me a joke Sunday that had me rolling. I'm not sure if it's actually funny or if it was just funny coming from him. It's a blonde joke, so to all of my blonde friends out there...forgive me. I already know you're smarter than I am anyways! :)

A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead escape from prison and were running from the police. The escapees ended up running to a farm and they all climbed into holding bins in a potato shed. The cops burst in and looked around. They saw three of the bins shaking around a bit. They went to the bin here the brunette was hiding and they kicked it. The brunette said "Meow!" and the cop said "Eh, it's just a cat." They went to the bin where the redhead had hidden and kicked it. The redhead said "Woof" and the cop said "Eh, it's just a dog." They then moved to the bin where the blonde was hiding and kicked it. The blonde said "Potato!"

Kelly tired.

Steve had nightmares all night that made him jump and thrash. He reminded me of Butler when he chases rabbits in his sleep. Every time he would twitch it would wake me up and I'd have to shake him to get him to be still. Amazingly enough, he stayed asleep. I can only imagine what dark secrets lie within his huge head ; ). I finally just got up at around 4:45 or so because it wasn't doing me any good to try to go back to sleep. On the plus side, I was on time for work! Go me!

Today is Mr. Lee's birthday and we will be going to his house for dinner tonight. Grandma made all of his favorites. That totally reminds me that I forgot to wrap his gifts. Oy.

Went to the gym last night. I was going to do the whole workout, but someone took my sheet and I didn't feel like bothering about asking for it. I just stayed on the treadmill while I was there. I've actually found something that helps me get through the gym. They are called "Sports Beans". I'm guessing that you get a massive sugar rush and it gives you the energy to keep going. I probably didn't do enough to work off the calories in one pack. Oh well. This weird guy kept looking at me while I was walking. It wasn't a flattering "How you doin'" kind of stare, either. It was more of a "It puts the lotion in the basket" kind of look. I didn't stick around for long after I was done there.

I think I've found a way to keep the anxiety attacks away! I have heard about people doing this for other things, but I've been wearing a rubber band around my wrist since Saturday. When I start thinking about things that bother me, I snap the rubber band. It's not a plesant thing and I've pretty much got bruises on my wrist, but it's helping a little bit. Of course, what is going to get me over my fear of rubber bands? :)


I'm going to try and go back to the gym today. I don't really want to, but I realized over the weekend how badly I need to do it. I decided to do some of the yoga I learned when I took that class in school, and while I was doing it, I thought to myself that I was awesome because my upper body was so much stronger! Two days later I could barely move my arms. I am not as awesome as I thought! : ) I miss my yoga class. I wish there was one that I could go to at the gym. I think that I would enjoy that better than weight training.

LEONARD BERNSTEIN!!!

Yes, that's the only words I can understand in the REM song, and I yell them out with passion when I hear the song! : )

WEEKEND UPDATE

Without our normal cast of characters - everyone doing their own thing for once - , it was hard to know what to do on friday night. Steve had come home from work and mowed the back yard (much to the relief of the dogs, who were beginning to have to carry small machetes with them on a regular basis) and when he was done we decided to go see a movie. We picked the Jennifer Anniston movie "The Break Up". When we got to the theater, they had a bunch of those souped up Fast & Furious type cars in the parking lot since the new sequal to that movie was opening that night. I had no idea we had so many locals with garishly painted cars with neon underneath them. Steve and I had some time before the movie started to look around at them. I liked the paint jobs on a lot of them, but quite honestly, it seems like a huge waste of money to do this kind of stuff to a perfectly normal car. Oh well, it wasn't my money... : ) Anyways, there was one particular car there that had some part of it's stereo mounted in it's trunk in a way that made it look as if it were suspended in mid-air. I bent down to look at how it was attached, and the stupid car jumped up at me. It was on hydrolics apparently. I screamed and jumped about 25 feet in the air. Steve got a good laugh out of it. I'm not so country that I had never seen a car lift like that before, but I can sure as heck admit I wasn't expecting it to lift while my head was in the trunk! Anways, the movie was pretty good. It was like watching a movie about me and Steve, only the ending sucked. If you plan on watching it, stop reading this paragraph. *After making you want them to get back together, they never do. I haven't hated the ending of a movie so much since "Summersby." Anyways, that was our friday.

Saturday we had planned to get up and begin going through the house to get rid of some clutter. I woke up early and made muffins. Steve stayed asleep. I cleaned out the fridge, ate breakfast and started cleaning up the kitchen. Steve's company picnic was that day and I kept thinking it was going to be at noon, so I didn't bother to wake Steve up until 10:30. It turned out that the picnic started at 11:00! Oops. Well, we got ready and went out to the Huntsville Botanical Gardens where the picnic was being held. They were going to have a "scavenger hunt" where you answered qestions, with prizes, so you know I was going to participate. We had to follow the trail around the gardens to answer the questions. I had never gotten to see the flowers in the gardens, and they were beautiful. We didn't stick around for very long in any place because we were supposed to get our sheets turned in by a specific time, but I planned on walking the route again afterwards to take pictures. Steve and I actually won a prize! It was a gift card to Target, so three guesses as to whom will actually get to spend it! : ) After that was all done, Steve was too tired to go back through the gardens again, so no pictures for me :(. I plan on going back alone maybe next week to see it again. After we left the park, Steve went to get his head shaved (very cute!) and we went home and watched old Dr. Who episodes. It was stimulating both mentally and emotionally. /sarcasm. ;)

Sunday we went to church in the morning and I had a "Laugh In Church" moment that almost made me pass out. I was sitting in the sanctuary waiting for the service to start, when out of the corner of my eye I see what I think is a bird attacking this elderly gentleman who was sitting a few rows up. My actual thought was "Huh, there is a bird on that man's head. It's a very quiet bird." Strangely dispassionate about what was going on, I turned my head to watch this bird land on the man's head and I realized that it wasn't a bird at all. The man was wearing suspenders that had somehow snapped off of his pants and had sprung up over his head. What I took to be the wings of the bird were actually the straps of his suspenders flying over his head. All of this happened so fast. I don't know what made me laugh first, the sight of that mans suspenders jumping up over his head or me thinking a bird wasin the church dive bombing the parishoners! At any rate, it was after the song service before I got back in control of myself. After church, Steve and I went our seperate ways: he with his dad and me out to Athens to see my dad. I couldn't think of anything at all to get my father for Father's Day, so I had gotten him a gag gift of a bag full of toothbrushes, toothpaste and other dental care implements. He had just gotten his teeth veneered, so I went with that. At least he thought it was funny! After I left there, I went back to church and out to eat with Steve and some people from our church.

That was pretty much my weekend! Try not to have a stroke from the excitement of it all. : )

Look how cute I am as a tiny, animated person! : ) Okay, so it's not a completely faithful and accurate interpretation of me, but then again, I'm like 5 times taller. Heeheehee.

Congratulations to Christy and Matt! They just found out they are going to have a baby! She wants kids badly, so I'm glad this worked out for them! : )

I've been working on giant magnets for our busses today. They are advertising a day camp that is apparently going on. They are huge and the magnetic material is dulling my Exacto knives like crazy! I do not love these magnets. :P

Yesterday, Ed sent me a link to poeTV and it has some really funny video clips on it. If I may recommend one, "Skeleton Biker chases Mexicans." I don't know exactly where the video came from (it's all is Spanish), but it's priceless. Also, I recommend "Cats Being Awesome." I'm a dog person normally, but I love to watch cats spaz out!

Sometimes I feel like I might actually go crazy. I mean, I'm not on the verge of standing on the roof with an AK-47 or anything like that, but for as long as I can remember, I have always been bad about letting something little bother me. It's not stuff that is important in the whole scheme of things really, just little stuff that I couldn't possibly control even if I wanted to. I equate it with that niggling feeling you might get if you "think" you might have left the stove on when you are on vacation. You are 2,000 miles away, there is nothing you can do about it, but it still hangs onto the back of your mind and won't let go until you get home and find out that you don't even use your stove, so of course it wouldn't be on. Multiply that by 100 and have it follow you around all of the time and that is how I am. It's not even like an obsessive-compulsive thing that would go away if I turned on and off the lights 11 times every time I came into a room! It's aways about people I'm worried about or things that I think might happen, definately things I can't do anything about! It's really getting old! I'm tired of worrying!

I had to take medicine for a while for an anxiety disorder when I was 18, but I haven't had that problem in so long. I wonder if it's coming back? I hope not. That medicine made me sick as a dog!

Oh well.

Last night Josh, Shannon, Greg, Steve and I went to see the movie Cars. It was so good! I hadn't really thought much about going to see it, but I read an artical about it by a critic who usually shreds movies like this into little pieces and he liked it, so I thought I'd give it a chance.

I'll be the first one to tell you, I don't like racing. *GASP!* Yes. I get no enjoyment out of watching cars drive in a large oval for hours on end. If I were to ever go to a race, I'd have more fun people-watching than anything else. Sorry! But something about this movie just tickled me to death. One scene I particularly liked was set after the first big race when Lightning was in his sponsor's tent. He was just about to give his obligitory speech about the sponsor's product and everything was quiet and somewhere in the distance someone yelled "Free Bird!" I don't know how many people got that, but all of us cracked up. There's one in every crowd, as the saying goes.

I have to say, Mater was my favorite character. He reminds me of people I went to school with! :) My next favorite (well, two that tied) were Luigi and Guido, the Italian tire dealers. I love Tony Shaloub and whomever that guy was who voiced Luigi will now have me saying "peet stop?" every time we get gas for Lois. I highly recommend this movie if you would like to have a nice, fun time at the movies and aren't looking for anything too deep and involved. Two thumbs up, a fine family film! : )

From a designer's angle, I was truly amazed at the skill in which this movie was created. Granted, if you're working for Pixar, you would have to be talented, but the textures and reflections were amazing. I don't mean to geek out about it, but it made me want to run away and learn the ways of the force with the Pixar crew! That's all I'm going to say about that, but if I disappear one day and if anyone cares to look for me...try there first! :)

Well, it's time for me to be as productive as I plan to be today.

SIGH. I MISS MY SOCKS.

I don't know if I ever mentioned it but I destroyed the greatest pair of socks in the world by walking outside on Josh's patio in them. I can only assume that I snagged them on the door frame or something, but I ripped out the entire bottom of one of them. They were awesome! They were knee high with multicolored stripes and individual toes. I'd wear them to work and just take off my shoes so I could look at my toes (which were each a different color). Those socks made me happy!

No, I'm not on crack. I just happened to see some on the internet and my longing for the lost socks returned. :( Oh well. I am in the process of trying to find some exact replicas if I can. I"ll keep you posted. I'm sure you will want updates! : )

Shhhhhhh. Don't tell anyone, but I'm wearing one of my nightgowns at work today!

Well, technically it's really a dress. A comfortable,stretchy,flowery dress. Steve hates it and told me I looked like someone from Mamma's Family when I wore it, so out of shame it was demoted to a comfortable, stretchy, flowery nightgown. Today, however, I was having one of those days where I couldn't find anything to wear that seemed comfortable or that looked right. You know what I'm talking about, right? So in complete and utter desperation I reached into the clothes holding thingie (don't know how to spell armoire unless that is the way) and threw caution to the wind! I'm comfortable, of course, but I kind of feel like I've shown up to work in just my slip.

Oh well. I'll stick close to the office as long as possible. : )

I just got into work from a dental appointment I had this morning. I haven't acctually been to the dentist since 2004. It isn't because I was avoiding it, really, but the last appointment I had got cancelled and I just never got the chance to reschedule. I wish I hadn't waited so long to go Because I truly hate going to the dentist when they have to clean for a long time. I hate anything where someone is hanging over me and messing with my face. Steve had gone for his cleaning last time and just couldn't say enough good stuff about the new dental assistant. He told me she didn't hurt him and was just as friendly as can be! Well, she was friendly all right, but he LIED about the not hurting part. Granted, it may have hurt so much because I'm not the most consistant flosser or something like that, but I'm pretty sure she used that pointy metal thing to jab directly into my brain stem! I'm not kidding you, I felt as if she must have been having a bad day or something. Just when I thought she was done, she grabbed a length of dental floss and just attacked my teeth with it. It hurt so badly, that in the nonsensical way your brain jabbers when you are in pain or scared, I actually came to a point where I almost yelled out "I'M SORRY! I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOUR HUSBAND, I SWEAR!" I would have even admitted to the Kennedy assasination had she not picked that time to stop flossing. Geez, I felt like I tried to eat a hill of fire ants. Then of course, they started really pushing the ZOOM! teeth whitening thing that they do. I'm not adverse to having my teeth whitened, but good grief, you'd think my teeth looked like indian corn or something the way they were selling it to me. I told them I'd talk to Steve about it. They didn't seem too excited about having to wait. It's possible that the sight of anything other than literally pearly white teeth offends them to no end...who knows? I'm just glad that I don't have to go back (barring any dental incidents, of course) until December.

and now it's time for my WEEKEND UPDATE!

Actually, this will encompass a little more than my weekend because I want to talk about the week I was alone while Steve was traveling. I have never spend more than just a couple of nights alone in my life. I never had the pleasure of living on my own, so a whole week of having any place to myself was a new expirence. Even though I knew I would miss Steve, I was a little excited! However, I found out in the course of the week that I am the single lamest person that God ever created. I'm not saying being alone was horrible (I mean, I got lonely as time went on and everything,of course) but I didn't do one truly interesting thing the whole time. I would come home, eat dinner and listen to the TV while I crocheted. If I wasn't doing that, I was on my computer playing games. Oh, every once in a while I would go to Target or clean and on Thursday I had dinner with my mom, but other than that I was just a homebody. I even enjoyed not having to do stuff some of the time! However, I wanted to do something interesting and I just couldn't think of anything. Oh well, I suppose not everyone has a very exciting life. :)

One night before I fell asleep, I was thinking about all of my friends who are on, who are going, or who just got back from vacations. Belize (I had no idea where that was until Friday!), Jamaica, and etc. I have friends beach hopping all around me, and I was envious! So I decided that since I couldn't actually be at the beach, I'd do the next best thing! I popped in one of those ambient sound CDs that is the sound of waves crashing on the beach and left it on when I went to sleep. I figured that maybe I could dream of being there if nothing else. To my knowledge, I didn't dream about being at the beach, but when I woke up that next morning the CD scared me to death! As I've mentioned, I usually have a breif stop-over in crazy town between being asleep and waking up fully. That morning I woke up to the sound of water. I thought to myself, "Oh, Steve's in the shower already...WAIT! STEVE'S NOT EVEN HERE! WHO IS IN THE SHOWER?!" In my muddled state, it made perfect sense for someone to have broken into the house, made their way to the master bathroom and jumped into the shower. I swear, I don't know how long I lay there trying to gather up the courage to call the police before I fully woke up and realized what the sound actually was. :( Needless to say I didn't leave that sound on after that!

FRIDAY rolled around and when I woke up, I felt horribly blah. I hardly had the energy to roll out of bed, and the thought of moving from that spot was more than I could handle. I also felt like my skin was on fire because it itched so bad and when I looked into a mirror, my face was covered with some kind of weird rash. I could only surmise that I was having some kind of allergic reaction to something, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out what it was. I called into work and spent the day trying to figure out what happened to me. I finally narrowed it down to two things: 1)Cherries. I have been eating an unusual amount of fresh cherries every day. I love them! I can only hope that I'm not allergic to them because I would miss the horribly! 2) One night when I was being such a party animal, I vacuumed the floor and when I tried to empty the container I realized that the vacuum was clogged with dog hair. I had to reach in and unclog it and immediately my hand started to burn and itch. I washed my hands a couple of times after that, of course, and the itching went away after a while. Either way, I wasn't in the best state of affairs! Well, this went on Saturday and Sunday as well. I didn't feel well, I itched, and my face still looks like I just hit puberty for a second time! I only left the house a couple of times to get some stuff I needed, but the rest of the time I just sat on the couch! I felt like Jack Nicholson in The Shining, cabin fever was setting in! By Sunday night I was feeling much better even if the rash wasn't gone. Steve had called earlier to tell me when to meet him at the airport and to kill time I watched the DVD of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I had forgotten what a good movie that was. Tim Burton is weird, but I love his style. On the DVD extras, there is a dance instruction video where Deep Roy, the Oompa-Loompa, shows you how to do the steps to the dances he does in the movie, so I spent the last little bit of time before I picked Steve up learning how to dance like an Oompa-Loompa.

I did mention that I'm the lamest person alive, right? :)

Well, now Steve is home and everything, except for my face, is back the way it should be and all is pretty much right with the world.

Oy Vey, people!

I just grabbed a pack of gum and popped a piece in my mouth. Then I had to remove said piece of gum so that I could remove the paper it was wrapped in! What is wrong with me today?! I think it has something to do with my lack of directon since Steve's been gone. No one to keep me on my toes! : )

Speaking of Steve, if anyone hears from him, could you let me know if he's still alive?


I'm thinking of having an adventure in the next couple of days. The only trouble is, I have no idea what to do. I need some suggestions! My only criteria is that it can't be dangerous and I have to be home in time to feed the puppies. : ) Help!

MORE TO COME...

UPDATE:

I talked to Steve last night. The credit card company made a mistake and there were no fraudulent charges made on Steve's card. His hotel has a corporate office or something in New York, so when the charge was made it was logged there instead of St. Louis which threw up a red flag. At any rate, they've unfrozen his card and everything is fine. :)


RANDOM LINKAGE:

*I spilled another smoothie on myself this morning! Well, at least my steering wheel will be protected by antioxidents! Try Naked Juice for all of your smoothie needs.

* I forgot to add a link to Kenny's website the last time I mentioned him. I have been harshly and fully repremanded and promise never to forget to do it again! :) Just kidding...I just forgot.

Oh yeah! I forgot to add Steve's misfortune!

Steve had decided to take an empty credit card on TDY with him because the advance he requested from work didn't get pushed through in time. Who knows why, but that credit card was his only reasonable option. Anyways, back at home, I got a call from an automated service requesting information about a "questionable charge" that was added to that card. Since he had held both the car and his hotel room on that card, I didn't worry about it, thinking that was what they were talking about. I just sent him an e-mail message saying that we had gotten the call and that he might have trouble with his card or be questioned about it when he tried using it.

He called a little later to ask what I was talking about, but he wasn't worried about anything either since he knew that Discover card has that protection program for users of the card, and knew he hadn't made any strange purchases that day. About an hour later he called back and was furious. His card had been declined at the resturaunt and he had to use his check card, which takes money out of an account that he had used to pay bills with (so we don't know if it will overdraw or not). He also tried calling the 24 hour customer service line, which was CLOSED! We finally found a number for the automated system which he called and someone had indeed stolen the number and made a huge purchase with that card somewhere in New York! Luckily he isn't completely out to dry. He was carrying another card that we had just paid a chunk of money on, so he will be able to eat and everything. I felt so bad for him! He was already stressed out about this trip and the last thing he needed was something like that to happen. He was going to call the customer service number again today, but I haven't heard from him yet to see what happened or to see if he got it fixed.

Oh well, maybe he will end up on one of those commercials where he talks with some other person's voice. Those things just kill me!

WEEKEND UPDATE!

Hey, Everyone! I hope you all had wonderful weekends. I don't know how wonderful mine was, but it certainly wasn't dull!

FRIDAY: I left work early so that Josh and I could go to the grocery store to get the food we needed for the concert. We went a teeny bit overboard. Well, Josh blamed me for getting so much, but seriously, all I did was get what was on the list, plus a couple of things that Steve and I needed. Josh was the one that felt we needed all of the other fancy stuff that required cheese knives and everything. Blame aside, we had a LOT of food. The concert was at Burritt Museum and would be held outdoors. Unfortunately, it had been raining all day and everything was super soggy and damp once we got there. Undeterred, we spread out our blanket and had the picnic! It was actually nice and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. The Huntsville Jazz Ensamble (I think) was who played that night. They were very, very good! Jazz isn't exactly my cup of tea, but I enjoyed the music. As night fell, it got cold out there. I'm not talking a little chilly, I am talking COLD. Oh, and damp. Of course, I didn't have a jacket because I'm thinking "Hmmmm, June. Jacket? Nah." As the concert got longer, the colder it became. So Josh and I got the great idea to roll up in the comforter that we had used as a picnic blanket. It had been lying on the ground for a while by this point and had also grown cold and damp. However, we figured that as long as it blocked the wind, we'd be okay. Well, apparently this comforter was not big enough for two grown up people to wrap up in unless one was actually sitting in the lap of the other, but...ew, no thanks. So we each took an edge and rolled. We ended up looking like a package of Swiss Rolls lying there on the ground, each with just enough cover to wrap almost around each of us. Unfortunately, if we moved or talked, the cover would slip. I ended up trying to tickle Josh out of the blanket, but he held his ground. I can't even imagine (and certainly don't want to) what we must've looked like to the people around us, but as soon as I remembered my age, I just jumped out of the blanket and decided to be cold.

-I always seem to forget I'm almost 30. A kid at heart, you see.

Well, we ended up leaving early, but we all had a good time!

SATURDAY: I got up Saturday with the intention of mowing the lawn and doing laundry. Steve had volunteered to help some of his friends do some work, so I was on my own to get things accomplished around the house! I started the laundry, but the more I thought about mowing the lawn, the less I wanted to! Since there was no one there to make me, I decided to go get a haircut and run to Target. It was still fairly early, so I was hoping to get to the salon (and I use that word lightly) before a crowd formed. I realize how gauche it might seem to get your haircut at Mastercuts, but hey, they're cheap and competent. What else do you really need? Anyways, so I get there with only one person a head of me! Woo-Hoo! However, there was only one person working and the dad of the little girl said something about getting her a perm! Noooooo! I stood my ground, though. I had overheard the stylist say that the other girl had stepped out and was supposed to be right back. Soon enough, the other stylist walked in. I couldn't believe it, it was my friend Jason's crackhead ex-girlfriend! Actually, her name is Amy and she's actually good at what she does, but the stories I was told about her still make me think of her as the Crackhead Ex-Girlfriend. Anyways. When she walked in, I noticed that she had a sort of "off her meds" kind of look about her. She sort of slowly walked in, put her things down, and she called my name off of the list. I could only hope she didn't remember me from right after she and Jason broke up and I was there talking to him while he avoided her. Granted, there was nothing questionable going on, but I have expirence with this sort of thing so I was a little nervous. She apparently didn't recognize me, but she still had that dazed look about her and she was talking very monotone and quietly. When I told her what I wanted her to do to my hair, she looked down at me with her empty gaze and said in a dead voice, "If this pulls or hurts, just tell me." Right then and there I was already wondering what I was going to have to do to get my hair fixed after she was done. All I could think about was that horrible hair massacre I got right after Steve and I got married. I was all but bald after that, and I didn't get my hair even trimmed for a year and a half. I suppose I could have jumped up and run out of the place, but she had already pinned my hair up and grabbed her straight razor. I just prayed that I wouldn't be scalped. She started on the back of my hair and she stayed there for a long time. I've said before, that having your hair razor cut feels weird, but she seemed to really be cutting a lot of it off! After a while, she sort of came to life and talked more. It was like a lava lamp that had been warming up for a while before it did anything. She finally moved on from the back of my head, so I unclenched my hands from around the arm rest and watched her finish up my hair. It actually looked good when she was done, so I was glad! I had a few other errands to run before I went home, so I did those and came home to have lunch. I never actually got around to cutting the lawn, but I did get quite a few loads of laundry cleaned and folded! : )

Later that evening, Steve and I had been invited to the 40th birthday party of one of his co-workers. We got out to the house where it was being held and were met at the door by someone we didn't know who told us that the lady who the party was for had just had a seziure and was lying unconcious on the kitchen floor! She told us to come on in and go out into the back yard, which we reluctantly did, and they told us what had happened and that they had called an ambulance. Wow, that was awkward! No one knew what to do and we all felt so bad for her! We watched her get loaded up into the ambulance and be driven off (she was concious and everything by this time) and we were told that the party would go on in her honor after all. Except for the guest of honor having to get an MRI and everything, I thought it was a nice party. :) I met a few more new people from Steve's work who I liked a lot. I would just go ahead and say it was fun, but it makes me feel guilty to say that! Hopefully the lady is much better and not too embarrassed by today. The official story is that she was dancing on the table and tripped on the cake, falling and knocking herself unconcious. We won't tell anyone... : )

SUNDAY: Steve was leaving on his travel in the morning, and we had to get everything ready for him to go because we had done shamelessly little to prepare. I took him to get his rental car and when we got back we still had to do all of those little extra things you never rememeber to do until it's time to go. We finally got him packed and off a bit after 11:00. I went out to my parent's house for lunch, of course, and I decided to drive out there with my top down. Well, not MY top, but the top of the car. You know what I mean. I actually got sunburned on my way over there. Not badly, but enough to notice. I was even wearing a sleeveless top, so I'm sort of getting the farmer's tan I aquired while working on the blackbird evened out. Of course, that skin on my upper arms and shoulders hasn't seen the sunlight for a loooooooooog time, so I could probably get sunburned standing too near a lamp! Yes, I've actually given up the fight against hiding the infamous arm flap. It's just too hot to be that vain, and besides, who really looks anymore?! So I purchased two tops that have no sleeves and I wear them in public. Now, if I can just get over the not-ever-showing-my-legs thing and wear shorts or go swimming in an actual bathing suit, I might not pass for a partial albino anymore!

When I got home that afternoon, it had started to rain. I got the dogs in and sat back to enjoy the quiet that comes with a gentle summer storm and I promptly fell asleep. I don't know how long I actually slept, but by the time I woke up evening had fallen. I decided to practice a new kind of crochet stitch I hope to learn (I am SO LAME, folks) and I did that while I watched TV. At some point I decided that I would make another Gooey Butter Cake for my own consumption. I know, I know, but now that I know I can make something that A) has yet to catch on fire and B) tastes good, I'm going to go with it! I decided that I would really make it chocolate this time, so I used chocolate cake mix, covered the crust with chocolate chips, added 4 squares of melted baking chocolate to the mix and a tablespoon of Godiva liquor into the filling. When it was done and I tried it...words can barely describe it. It was so good, I wept! WEPT! Tears of disbelief and joy, people! I fully believe that if Jesus had ever made brownies, they would have tasted like this cake! Paula Dean is now right up there with Martha Stewart in my book. Well, maybe not RIGHT there with Martha...but pretty darn close. : )

At any rate, there was my weekend. Hope you had a great one!

I am a sucker for personality quizzes. I think it's because Ilike to see how accurate they can be for me since I don't tend to fit into one particular category very neatly. Through a link I found on a friend's blog, I took one called the Jung Typology Test Honestly, I don't have a clue what that means, but I found out that it conciders me to be "ISFP" which apparently means "Introverted Sensing Feeling Perceiving." You can read all about what that means here. I'd try to explain it, but I don't have a clue what it means!

If you do take the time to read it, could you please tell me if it describes me? I'd appreciate it! ; )

Greetings!

Not a whole lot going on at this point, but nonetheless, I am going to post something. It's just my way.

Yesterday we had a farewell lunch for my former boss, David. I'd all but given up on ever making anything to eat and bringing it to work again. However, I decided to work the mojo of the gooey butter cake and see how that went. I also figured that if no one would eat it, at least that just meant more for me! So I made one, half regular and half chocolate (both Godiva and Ghiradelli were used thankyouverymuch). Everyone loved it. It was snarfed within an inch of it's life! I was even asked for the recipe! There were only four tiny little end pieces left, and I left those for one of my co-worker's kids, who were visiting the museum for the day. I was glad. So THERE! Mwahahahahahaa! With the Gooey Butter Cake, I will take over the world!

I've finally started going back to the gym. I have been too scared to actually change at the gym, due to Lauren's stories, so I changed here in my office before I leave. I used to feel comfortable doing that, but now I have to cram myself into a corner with my back against the door so that no one unlocks my door and walks in on me. Apparently I can't have access to anyone's office unless security opens the door, but everyone else has a key to my office! Also, I haven't felt too confident about my privacy since the IT guy walked across the roof and pounded on my access door without me even knowing he was out there! Trust me, I don't intend to have anyone I work with see me in my underwear if I can help it. Yuck! ANYWAYS. Apparently the New Year's Resolution crowd has thinned out a bit, so trying to find equipment isn't as hard as it used to be. Well, I take that back. It can still be hard when you have folks working out WELL above their fitness levels. Last week, I was waiting to use a machine when this older guy, who is panting and all red, walks up and cuts me off. If he could talk, I'm sure he would have told me that he was using the machine, but he was so out of breath that all he could do was gesture to the thing and hold up two fingers. I gathered that to mean he still had two sets to go. So I went on to other things, thinking that I could possibly go back there later. I finally finished everything else, and that guy was still using that machine. I watched him, and it was obvious that he was lifting way too much weight! He was jerking the handles up and making this horrible grunting sound, and I'm pretty sure he was within an inch of an explosive anal prolapse. I'm thinking that if it takes you half an hour to do three sets of weights, you are probably overdoing it, there, grandpa! Also, there was the cheering lady on the treadmill. I don't know if she realized it because she was wearing earphones, but when she was cheering herself on, she was loud! I mean, she was running and yelling to herself "COME ON!" "DO IT!" I suppose I should admire her self cheering, but quite frankly I was embarrased for her. Maybe I should have started running and shouting "HI-HO SILVER!" or "WITH THE POWER OF GRAYSKULL I CAN GO TO LEVEL 5" or something like that. However, I try to stay as low key and under the radar as possible at the gym. Don't want to call attention to my unathleticness. Last night when I went, I was doing fine up until the last 20 minutes, which are set aside for cardio work (according to my form, anyways). I knew I was tired, but I normally am after doing weights, so I didn't think anything of jumping on something called an ArcTrainer. I was fine for about 5 minutes, but after that I almost passed out. Literally. Everything got all swimmy and woozy and I had to try and stop the machine, which was hard because it keeps moving long after you want to stop! I managed to take myself to the bathroom and put some cold water on my face, so I didn't actually faint, but I came close. I went home, had dinner, and fell asleep by about 7:30. If it hadn't been for another near "DOG DEATH CAGE MATCH" fight in the backyard, I probably would have slept all the way through until this morning!

If you can believe it, I have been busy today! I kept getting more and more requests for stuff and I've managed to punch out most of them so far. My job tends to go in waves depending on the time of year and such. Summber is super-busy, but Christmas time is completely dead. Ask Kenny, he's seen the level of slackitude I can reach during the holiday season! Anyways, I still have three projects to finish. I kept thinking that today was friday, so I was really trucking it to finish everything, but then I was told it was only thursday. In defiance of the day having the GALL not to be Friday, I stopped working and starting writing my blog. So Nyeah!

I was supposed to go grocery shopping with Josh this evening since we are the designated snack parents for the group of us going to the concert on the mountain tomorrow night, but it looks like it's going to storm pretty badly, so we are going to wait until tomorrow afternoon to do it. Normally I don't care much for the concerts on the mountain (with the exception of the bluesy one from last year - yow that guy was awesome) because they are all kind of high falutin, but I'm going to give this one a shot. If I decide I don't like it, I will just plug my iPod in and pretend to be listening to the jazz ensamble. Yes. Listening to the jazz ensemble with white head phones sticking out of my ears. Completely not noticable.

I think I need to work on my plan.

WEEKEND UPDATE! MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND EDITION

Greetings folks. This is Kelly Pratt, your Weekend Edition correspondant, coming to you live from my desk at work! Aren't you excited?

Friday night wasn't that spectacular. I say that because I have no idea what I did that night. I want to say that I came home from work and played The Sims 2, but I'm pretty sure I did other things as well. So if Steve and I spent Friday night having dinner with you or something, don't be offended. I'm sure it wasn't because you were boring or anything. It was probably because I had so much fun that my mind had to blank it out so that I don't spend the days longing for those moments to return.

Saturday was a lovely day of rest and procrastination. I know for a fact that I woke up fairly early and let the dogs out. Steve had to run to the old building that he worked in to let some moving guys in and he talked me into riding along with him. I took my crochet work with me because I had no idea how long we would have to wait for the movers. Let me just go ahead and say that it's virtually impossible to crochet while riding in a convertable with the top down. Picture about 7 yards of string whipping about you and wrapping around your head. After he let the movers in, we left to get breafast and to enjoy driving around while it was still nice enough to keep the top down. We drove to the mountain and took the senic route. I found out there is a whole other historical neighborhood up there I didn't know existed! It was so beautiful that I wanted to jump out and take pictures, but since I didn't have my camera with me, I couldn't do it. :( We spent the rest of the daytime alternating naps, playing computer games, going to Wal-Mart, and watching TV. I'm sure Steve loved it because he gets pulled in a hundred different directions by everyone on a daily basis, so he needed a rest. That evening, Steve had made plans with some friends to go see X3 or whatever the new X-Men movie is called. I had made other plans a week before, and if you read the post before this one, you can see how much fun I had!

As an addendum to that post, I am going to say that although there was a small bit of hurt and irritation involved, I thought about it and mostly I was just MAD. I kept thinking that I should have been feeling jealous (which was weird, but if you've ever anticipated feeling something because it just felt like the right time to feel that way, you know what I mean), but jealousy never even entered the picture. I was just plain mad. OK, I know it probably sounds trite for me to complain about someone not paying attention to me, but let me defend myself. I was invited to hang out with this person. It wasn't as if I showed up unannounced and expected to be the center of attention. A gentleman (which the world is far less full of than I thought) maybe would have even introduced me to these people and included me in the conversation instead of leaving me completely by myself, seeing that I was asked to be there. There is such a thing as simple, common courtesy. It was not shown to me that evening. At any rate, I'm not mad anymore. Mainly at this point I'm just amazed that a man who is older than I am STILL hasn't learned manners. Geez!

Sunday was church and lunch with my parents. I took mom and dad for a drive in the car with the top down. They really liked it, but mom's hair took the brunt of the punishment that comes with riding in the back seat! I was scheduled to sing at church that night, and I did. I sang, "I Can Only Imagine". I love that song! After church we went to dinner with Mr. Lee and afterwards went back to Wal-Mart for things we forgot to get the day before! It was a lovely day.

Monday was supposed to be another resting day, but Steve and his dad did yard work. I would love to say that I also worked hard out in the sun and heat, but it would be a lie. I stayed in the house except when I went out to go shopping. When it got too hot to work outside anymore, Mr. Lee went home and Steve and I fell asleep. That evening, we were invited to a cookout at Josh's house. I helped him cook the inside stuff (apparently all of the men in my life feel that letting me cook over actual fire is just a disaster waiting to happen) while Josh did the man cooking outside. I somehow destroyed a pot of macaroni and cheese. Don't get me wrong, I didn't burn it or anything. I followed the directions to the letter! It didn't even taste bad. However, the pasta lost it's original molecular structure and fell apart into little shreads. Weirdness. At any rate, we spent dinner talking about old times when we all first started working at the Sprocket, which is where we all met each other. After dinner I ended up bringing a sizable chunk of Josh's library home to read. I've already got three novels going at home, the book depends of which room I'm in at the time, so I have no idea when I'm going to get to the books I got from Josh. Oy.

Ahhh. Good times (shreaded) noodle salad.

This has been Kelly Pratt reporting.

In an unfortunate burst of something other than my normal, optimistic attitude (stop laughing!) - something rather like hurt or possibly irritation (haven't decided which yet) - I would like to say this one thing before I just let it roll off of me and go about my business.

After this evening I now have realized something. There is one thing that truly sucks about having close friends who are guys if you are a girl. It doesn't matter how close you are or how long you've known them, whether you are best friends or more like brother and sister. It's amazing how you can become completely and totally invisible to them once they meet a girl with whom they have even the smallest chance of sleeping with. I'm talking about I-N-V-I-S-I-B-l-E, ceasing to exist to them, Kelly who? Even more amazing than that is their complete and utter lack of realization that they are being rude and hurtful.

I don't know what makes me more mad at this point, the fact that I sat there for two hours and let myself be completely ignored so as not to seem rude, or the fact that this bothers me at all.

Some people SUCK!

The Blackbird is done. Thank goodness.

We finished the main graphics this morning, and I couldn't be more glad! After three days of climbing on that thing, the novelty wore off QUICKLY!. We worked on it yesterday morning and it was really frustrating. We came in at 7:00 and by 9:00, the plane was so hot and the air so humid that the vinyl wouldn't stick to it. It put me in a bad mood to keep having to stick and restick the stupied things down! Ack! However, all is alright with the world now. I shouldn't have to climb back on that thing for at least another year...and hopefully not even that. I found out this morning that even though the Air Force donated the plane to the Center, they will not give us any of the information on restoring it! They complain when it looks bad, but they don't want to do anything to help us fix it. Anyways, drive by the center and look at it! It looks nice! : )

Last night I had quite the adventure. I had just finished dinner when the phone rings. I didn't answer because I didn't recognize the name on caller ID, so I waited for the machine to pick up. I heard josh on the other end, sounding pitiful. So I answered and he told me that he had locked himself out of his house! His mother, who is number one on his "key" list, wasn't available to come and let him in, so I drove Lois out there and let him in! His oven was on and everything. Apparently his lock is fairly easy to turn, so when he let himself out of his kitchen to go onto the back porch, his hand brushed up against the turny thing and it locked him out. He had to wait 45 minutes before I could get over there. Thank goodness he hadn't put his food in the oven before he did that. So, no harm, no foul.

Since I was already in Madison, and it was so close to my parent's house, I drove to beat the sun so that I could show them the new car. They were duly impressed. When I left there, I drove towards Athens so that I could drive past my former FFA teacher's house. Every since I got my license, it's traditional for me to blow my horn when I go by, starting at the street before their house and not stopping until I pass the woods. I always have to christen my different cars by doing that. I'm sure he appreciates it! : ) After that I turned back towards home. When I stopped to get gas, I pulled the top up, but apparently I didn't get one side hooked down. When I drove off, I heard air coming in, and the top started filling with air and lifting up! I had to grab it and stop on the side of the road to fix it before going any further. All I could see in my head was the top filling with air and ripping off as I drove home. Then, of course, Steve would have beaten me with a windshield wiper or something. I'm so glad I didn't break the car! : )

I want to go home.

No, strike that. I want to go away from here.

I hear it's nice down in the Keys this time of year.

Steve is making me watch the season finale of American Idol. I normally will not watch this show because it honestly makes me physically ill. It's not because I object to the premise of the show, I think it's great, but it makes me sad for the people who get on there that can't sing, but have no idea that they can't sing. I know that a great deal of the really bad singers only go on that show to be on TV, and I'm sure they think it's great when they get made fun of and everything, but it's the people who really and truly believe that they can sing that tears my heart out.

See, I love to sing more than anything else I can do. I would absolutely love to be on a show like American Idol, but let's face it, I'm too much of a coward to ever audition. My biggest fear would be to get in front of the judges and sing and think I did a great job, but be told I sucked. No matter how many people have ever told me I was good, I always get the feeling that they are just being nice! That's kind of pathetic, I know, but I can't help it. I would probably never sing again because it would make me feel horrible. So I have all of this empathy for these people I don't know because I know they probably went home feeling terrible because of how they were treated!

I can't believe he's making me watch this!

For those of you that are curious, here is a picture of my car.


Well, it's not technically my car because I've been too lazy to uplod the pictures I've taken of it, but this is exactly like my car, color and everything.

World, meet Lois.

I sneaked out of the house last night when Steve was asleep and took the car for a test drive. I probably wouldn't have had to sneak, but it was more fun to think of it that way. I just wanted to get a feel for it since I was going to get to drive it today, so I drove about 5 miles to the Target shopping center. Since it was a nice night, and I had never driven a convertible before, I pulled into the Wendy's parking lot and put the top down.

**I'm going to interject here that I now firmly believe that I must have the potential to be an extremely self absorbed person. Not so much because I think I'm so great or anything, but because I am continuously being preemptively humbled. Looking at it objectively, I don't think that's such a terrible thing. In fact, it's actually starting to be funny. But I digress**

As I sat there in my hot-mama convertible with the top down, I thought to myself how great the car was and how awesome it was going to look when I drove off - especially to the teenagers who were in the parking lot. So as I'm pulling out of the lot, I had to pause at the enterance to look both ways, and I get sprayed right in the head with a sprinkler. In fact, unfortunately for me, the first fifty yards or so of street are lined with sprinklers. Needless to say, that was hardly awesome. : )

At any rate, I like the car. Josh has named it Lois.

A KELLY PRATT CONSUMER REPORT: Coca-Cola Blak

I have a manic desire to try stuff with unusual flavors. One of the great joys in my life is to stop at some out of the way store and come across a drink or candy that I’ve never tried before. Granted, it’s not always a good thing, but what can I say? I want to make everyday an adventure if I can, right? So during my lunch break today, I stopped in to Target to grab a South Beach wrap when I came across a new beverage. This drink is called “Coca-Cola Blak” with a curvy thing over the “a”. The bottle states that it is a “carbonated fusion beverage”. It was a little expensive, almost $6 for a four pack, but I had already decided that six dollars wasn’t too much to pay to try something new. Besides, they weren’t selling them individually. I had read about these before somewhere. A Blak is a mixture of Coke and Coffee. That is correct, you heard me, Coke and Coffee. Granted, that sounds a little disgusting, but I was willing to be the guinea pig. You never know when you’ll find something you really love. Anyways, so I grab one of the bottles and bring it into the office to try after I ate lunch.
When I was actually ready to try it, I kind of just carried it around for a while. It was like when you have to take medicine and you’re pretty much convinced it’s going to taste like battery acid, so you put off doing it for a as long as you can. That was me and this little brown bottle. I finally walked down the hall to Ed’s office and asked if he had ever had one. He had not, but he seemed just as intrigued as I was. We looked at it for a moment and talked of other things, but I finally opened the cap and sniffed it. It didn’t smell bad, just maybe a little strange. It had kind of a fruity-coffee smell, like when you go into a coffee shop that sells pastries or something. When I finally worked up enough nerve, I tasted it. Do the words “HOLY RUSTED METAL, BATMAN!” mean anything to you? It. Was. Gross. Ed tried it, and he had the same reaction. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t unbearable (which is good because I now have to consume the entire 4 pack so as not to waste money) but the taste sort of sneaks up on you. It’s like a coke float made by the demons of hell, or at least like one of those things you create when you’re a kid when you’re “cooking” with stuff you pull out of the fridge and mix together. Not only does it taste bad, it leaves an oily feeling slick on your tongue. I guess that could be the coffee extract or something, but I’m not sure. The only truly positive things I can say about it is it is low in calories and carbs, the packaging is nice, and after about 10 minutes the caffeine kicks in and you feel like you’re skin is crawling off. Trust me, anything to take your mind off of the taste. Ed, who only had one swallow of it, and I both had to scavenge for other things to eat or drink after this experiment to get the taste out of our mouths.
I think maybe someone ought to go to Atlanta and check out the Coca-Cola folks who came up with this. Something tells me that they knocked back a few of the OLD cokes that still had cocaine in them when they were brainstorming for new flavors. I’m not going to tell you not to try it, but I am going to advise you to keep a packet of Wet-Naps handy. Not because I think you’ll spit out the Coca-Cola Blak and need to clean up, but because you’ll probably need to eat one afterwards to take you’re mind off of the taste in your mouth.

NO THUMBS UP. GAME OVER MAN, GAME OVER…

These are a couple of pictures from Friday. The bottom one shows what I was actually doing. I had to make the large Air Force Emblems (which I hate to do) and after we applied them, we had to pop the air bubbles. The top photo is my Dr. StrangeKel shot, only slighty retouched to remove unsightly ladders and light poles! Sometimes my job is so much fun!

WEEKEND UPDATE!

This weekend was rather eventful, so I'm glad I will have something to write about!

Friday evening was frustrating! After work, a bunch of us had planned to go see "The Da Vinci Code" at the new Rave theater. Steve usually gets our tickets on Fandango, but he had offered to help a friend of his here at the Sprocket put together the new IMAX film, and he wouldn't be able to access the website here. Oh yeah, Steve used to be a projectionist here, in case you're wondering about that. But I digress.

Anyways, I went to the theater to pick up tickets for the 9:40 show. I think there is some kind of wormhole to another dimension exactly where that theater is. It is huge and completely out of place in the middle of the cotton field it was built in. Imagine a rural-ish area at the base of a small mountain, trees, subdivisions, cows, a Target shopping plex built to compliment the surrounding area - and then a big, honkin' theater right behind that. Out of place is an understatement. I go in, ask for the tickets, but the girl behind the counter says "Oh, we don't have a 9:40, but a 9:45" I don't feel like giving her the eye-roll, so I just say that is fine. Well, I do a little shopping and go home to meet Steve as we are having dinner with everyone before the movie. We go to Chili's and the waitress comes around and says "Ya'll, I'm gonna be honest, our computers are down and it could take a really long time before you get to eat. Just letting you know so you can leave if you want to." So we debate for a while before deciding to just stick it out and luckily the computers came up about 20 minutes later. So we eat and as we finish, Josh gets out his ticket and says "Kelly, you bought tickets for the 6:45 show." I, of course, stare at him blankly. I remembered very clearly the ticket-girl saying "9:45" so I thought he was on crack or something. Alas, sure enough, the tickets were for the 6:45 show. Steve was ready to go over there and be assertive (a nice way to say, yell at someone) about that. Granted, it was a dumb mistake, and thankfully it wasn't my own mistake, but I didn't think it was worth blowing out an O-Ring over. So we get to the window, and the 9:45 show is sold out. Steve begins to get assertive and discuss our options with the girl behind the glass, when I just ask for my money back. Steve was not happy, but quite honestly, I didn't care. I didn't feel like standing there listening to Steve argue with a high school girl about why I was given the wrong tickets. It wasn't that big of a deal to me, so I stepped in and got the cash. That didn't go over well, but we got over it quick. We ended up going to Barnes & Noble and just hanging out there for a while.

Saturday was busy! For some ungodly reason, I woke up at around 6:00 or so and couldn't go back to sleep, so I let the dogs out and started laundry and other daily chores that I refuse to do on a daily basis! : ) I mowed the lawn and did a few other things, and once that was done, I settled back with a ball of yarn and did a little crochet work from my new book "The Happy Hooker" which is a book of crochet patterns. You know, I'm not going to lie, I bought it because the title made me laugh! However, it does have some really cute patterns in it, so expect me to be making a lot of stuff out of yarn this summer.

At 3:30, I had planned to meet Brian for ice cream. I had met Brian through Kenny, who works with him. Although we've spoken on the phone and over the computer, we had never actually met in person. He and his family were coming to Huntsville to visit his parents, so we decided to get together. I know that probably sounds weird because I'm not in the habit of meeting people I know from the internet, but he's a nice guy and I was carrying a weapon, so it was okay! : ) It's kind of funny, because Brian had no idea what I looked like! When I walked into Coldstone, he looked right past me. I had seen pictures of him on Kenny's blog, but he had never seen anything but a picture of my foot, so for a brief moment I was tempted to mess with him, but I refrained. We talked and had ice cream, and I found out he is a lovely person in person! : ) We didn't hang out for very long because he had to get back and fix his wife's car, but I had a great time.

During these events, Steve called and told me he was at a car dealership and wanted me to bring the Durango so that we could get a trade in estimate for a car he found. In case I haven't mentioned it, Steve has been diligently searching for a car for me to replace Rudolph. We'd decided that $62 a week in gas is a bit steep. So he finds this car he likes at a used lot, and we drive over there to look at it. I think we were there for two days trying to get everything straightened out, but we left with a 2004 silver Seabring covertible. I have a sexy-mama convertible! Steve hasn't let me drive it yet, but I'm sure I'll love it once I get a chance. : ) After we left the car place, we met Josh for dinner and FINALLY got to see "The Da Vinci Code." It was a great movie! I mean, the book was better, but they did a great job adapting it for the screen. It was very much as I had imagined it while I was reading it, so I wasn't disappointed. I can honestly say I can see why some folks might have gotten upset by it, but only if they couldn't keep faith and fiction seperate! I have two particular opinions about it I'll mention and then leave it alone so as not offend anyone unduly for what they, themselves, might think:

1) The big thing with the movie was that people had a problem with was that it was stated that Jesus and Mary Magdaline were married and had a child. While I don't believe that myself, the thought doesn't bother me. I mean, at least they say they were MARRIED and had a child. I don't see how that would have affected His ministry and ultimate sacrifice. It is my opinion that there could be much worse things said about Jesus than that he was married.

2) The funniest thing they kept saying was that "Jesus was mortal, so he couldn't have been divine!" Um, yeah, He was mortal. God in the flesh of man. Sent to earth to live as a man and die as a sacrifice. Granted, I think maybe what they meant was that He wasn't God's son, or that it wasn't possible for him to be God's son because he was mortal, but that in itself is just an opinion held by some people. It's already well established that some people don't believe what I as a Christian believe, so I wonder why it was so shocking.

Anyways, the movie was really great, and although I think Tom Hanks wasn't the best choice for Robert Langdon, he did a good job in the part!

Sunday was church, and Steve and I went out to lunch with some friends from our Sunday School class instead of going to my parent's house. That was a lot of fun! My allergies were still trying to kill me, and my voice was going out, and I felt like garbage, so I took the rest of the day to rest and try to get better so that I wouldn't have to miss any more work for a while. Steve and I fell asleep when we got home. I was right in the middle of a strange dream about Kayne West, Spongebob Squarepants, and the Ya-Ya Sisterhood when Steve woke me up. He said, "Is somone screaming?" I listened and I heard a weird sound, but it didn't sound like screaming. I got up and looked out of the window and saw our neighbor lady sitting on the ground. Please understand that I was still in the midst of waking up, or I would have acted much quicker, but I stood there and peaked through the blinds as she sat there and rocked back and forth. From my vantage point, it almost looked like she was holding a child, so I thought maybe one of her kids was hurt and crying, but she unfolded her arms and I saw that she was alone. I saw her shaking and thought she could have been laughing, but that was weird since there was nothing out there. It wasn't until I saw her grab her leg that I realized that she must've fallen off of the short wall that surrounds some flower beds and hurt herself. So, finally my brain engages and I get ready to run out and help her. I say get ready, because I was wearing a pair of cropped lounging pants that I have decided no other living mortal outside of the ones who live in my home will ever see me in. I'm honestly too short to wear any kind of cropped pants. They make me look like an Oompa-Loompa. So I'm scrabbling around madly for a pair of jeans that I just knew were in the laundry hamper, but not finding them. I had a rather unchristian thought as I was arm deep in dirty laundry, so please forgive me, but all I could think was "Why do these people always have crying females out in their yard that I have to attend to!" It was a breif thought, and I'm ashamed of it, and it made me feel more responsible for that lady! I was on the verge of just jumping back into my Oompa-Loompa pants and just throwing vanity to the wind, when Steve said she heard someone else out there. I peaked out again and saw her husband come and see what was wrong. So me and my Oompa-Loompa pants were off the hook. I don't know what bothers me most about the whole situation: the fact that it took me 5 minutes of watching this lady rock and cry before I knew what was going on, the fact that I felt the need to change into something more presentable before I went out to help someone who was, by then, obviously hurt, or the fact that Steve heard a woman crying and woke ME up to check it out. Oy vey. : )

I seriously need to get to work!

As promised, here is the picture of Josh, Steve, Amy, and Jon on the Goliath roller coaster!


WHAT I DID AT WORK TODAY

As I mentioned yesterday, I was going to have to climb on top of the SR-71 Blackbird today to apply a set of Air Force decals. I was hoping to get out of it because I'm scared of heights. My legs start to shake and I get sweaty. It's one of those panic attack kind of fears. I'm not a proud person, I'll admit that to anyone. So I get in this morning and immediately have to go out there because it's supposed to rain this afternoon. As I get to the plane, I realize it's not so far off of the ground, but it IS surrounded completely by asphalt. So if I fall, I'll probably have to have all kinds of things realigned. I climb up and get jelly-legs in about two seconds, but it's okay, because I had Kenny, the son of the curator and museum volunteer, up there to help me. Believe me, if I started to slip, he was going to be dragged off with me. So we get started, and the decal wouldn't stick. The metal was too cold. I had forgotten that the vinyl had temperature issues. So we at least got it applied, but decided to wait a while before peeling the protective front part off of it. We go on to the other side and apply the other decal, and this time it sticks because the sun has been shining on that side of the plane.

One problem we have with applying vinyl decals is that sometimes they get air bubbles behind them, and since you can't peel them up, you have to poke holes in them to let the air out. Since the Blackbird doesn't exactly have a great deal of foot room where the decal was located. So I climbed up on top of the plane and had to lie down on the "spine" of it to be able to reach. About the time I'm spread out up there like a poor man's pin up girl, about a dozen tour busses full of people drive past. I'm not in a position to really move for propriety's sake, so I just waved. Thank goodness I wasn't wearing a dress. Also, since the Blackbird is one of the things that the tourists take their group photos against, my backside is now in several family pictures. I'm sure they will be thrilled! : ) I did actually pose for the curator while I was up there. She was taking pictures of our progress for the Annual Report or some such thing, so I sat up and she took a very "Dr. Strangelove" photo of me as I rode the back of the plane. I think I dislocated my left hip getting off of it, though. Maybe girls are supposed to ride spy planes side-saddle or something.

At any rate, we got finished and it actually looks pretty good! I was proud. The only thing that sucks is that when the sun came out and heated up the skin of the blackbird, I burnt my hand and my elbow! Soon I will have the pictures to post on here. : )

I've noticed an alarming trend beginning lately.

I know that sometimes we all like to be comfortable. We like to dress as if we could head home, slip off our shoes and crawl into bed without bothering to change and not waking up with the indentions of jeans rivets in our flesh. However, I am going to have to put my foot down about this.

Leggings.

Sorry folks, but these are not cute. They weren't cute when I wore them in 1991, in the seventh grade, with my black and white baby-doll dress and big, wide headband. They were not cute in the eighties. They shouldn't be worn as going out to dinner pants. If you must own a pair of leggings (which I do, but let me finish) wear them and wear them ONLY, if you are sleeping in them, working out or doing yoga. This is the only time that leggings will be acceptable. If we start wearing leggings, it begins the slippery slope back to stirrup pants, and NOBODY wants that to happen again. No One.

Thank you and good day.

Well, I finally finished the wedding program for the girl downstairs! Yay!

Bless her heart,we could have been done a long time ago, but her wedding just kept getting bigger and bigger. I'm honestly surprised that we were able to get everything on one sheet of paper. Now she can get them printed and her mom can calm down.

Another crisis averted by GRAPHICS GIRL!!!!!

I was supposed to start putting the decals on the Blackbird this morning, but it rained and the plane was wet. So, we'll do it tomorrow, I guess. I don't want to put them on the plane! What if something gets crooked? I'd see it everyday and feel the shame of a thousand...uh...people who feel shame. Yeah, need to work on that metaphor.

Had dinner last night with a simply irrisistable friend on mine. We couldn't decide where to eat, so we just drove around until we ended up two resturaunts down from where we met. We weren't familliar with the place, but we got to drink out of big mason jars and they had corn nuggets, so it wasn't bad at all! : )

When I got home, Steve was gone. How unfair is it that I leave him at home for once and he STILL gets home after me?! : ) He was fixing Anthony's computer again. I swear, I think Anthony breaks it just so Steve will have to come over and they can watch TV together!

So I'm going to watch the Will & Grace and That 70's Show series finales tonight. I never really watched Will & Grace, but I'm kind of weird about wanting to know how the show ends. I was the same way with Sex & the City. I really didn't like that show, but I wanted to see how it ended. Eh.

Well, I have some laminating to do!

Greetings, lovely friends and readers of unknown origins!

I'm sorry for the lack of entries the past couple of days. I'm not going to lie and pretend I was out saving the earth from flaming comets or chicken flu or anything like that. It was just your boring, everyday stuff that kept me away. My weekend was too simple to really give an update on it, so I'll give you the Reader's Digest Condensed Version of it:

Friday: Dinner with Anthony and Josh after work. Started feeling yucky.

Saturday: Cleaned, folded, mowed, washed, dried, swept, vacumed, straghtened and etc. Had dinner with Steve and Mr. Lee. Yucky feeling continued.

Sunday: Church, lunch with family for Mother's Day, Church, Dinner, Grocery Shopping. Yucky feeling got worse and then abated a bit.

Monday: Awoke with renewed yucky feeling. Stayed home and slept most of the day. Felt much better by evening. Watched "Sky Captain" and "Dr. Who" with Steve.

See, nothing too interesting. : )

In other news...we have a new guy working with us up here in Graphics now. He took Jason's place. He's a guy I went to school with named Ed and he is really super awesome. However, he doesn't shoot me from the hallway so I still kind of miss that. :(

I am really stupid! In the past three days, I have gotten over 200 Spam e-mails to my work address because I used it when I signed up with an internet site. I thought my spam filter would take care of them, but it doesn't! Now I get the "You've got mail" sound a dozens of times a day, and it's all junk. I would like to find the company who sold my address and send them a virus! Not a computer virus, but like...Ebola or something! Why do they think that Spamming is a good marketing tool? It's annoying and the quickest way to keep people from wanting to have anything to do with a company! It's like telemarketing! No one wants to have to deal with that! Not to mention the lame "Congratulations, you've just won a $6 million dollar Diamond from the English Royal Monarchy! But only if you act now and get involved in all of these time wasting, inbox cramming offers!" How stupid do they think we are? Geez.

Well, back to work with myself!

You know, I think I might have to attempt this.

"Pimp My Snack" is a very unusual website dedicated to people who make giant versions of everyday candies and such. I suggest you check this out.

Sleep is becoming unknown territory for me lately. I don't think I've been able to go to sleep before 1:30 any morning this week. It isn't that I'm not tired, I am, but I can't seem to actually go to sleep. I get too wired. I don't know why exactly, though.

Sigh.

Tonight I watched TV and I cleaned the living room. We had so much laundry piled up that you couldn't sit on the couch without an avalanche of socks and things going everywhere. I finally got those folded, but I ended up having to rewash some stuff that was so wrinkled that I couldn't even tell what it was until I untwisted it. Wow, could I have BEEN more bored? I don't think so. Steve's been gone almost constantly for the past few days. I'm beginning to think he doesn't like me very much, or you'd think I'd see him more! I mean, re-read the first part of this paragraph. How can he stay away from a party animal like me? : )

Well, I am going to attemp sleep now.

AMY GET'S THE COOKIE!

Lao-Che is indeed the owner of Club Obi-Wan, or as I will now refer to it,
Club Obi-Knob.

Yay for someone who knows Indiana Jones as well as I do!!

The vinyl cutter is taunting me from across the room. I'm afraid only one of us will make it out of this office before the day is done!

Because he is my new nemesis, he needs a name. He shall be called Lao-Che. I know that is a Japanese name, and even though the cutter gives me my error messages in Korean, the name is sufficently Asian to do the job. If you can guess the reference, I'll give you a cookie! ; )

I'm having a hard time typing today! Last night I got bored and put on a set of fake nails (French Teeps, for hose of you keeping score) and they are much longer than I had intended them to be. I mean, I cut off a lot of the length, but they still tend to hit the keys first and go skidding in between them. Being girly is way overrated sometimes. :(

I get to go home at three today! I had made some plans in which I woul.d have to leave a little early, but they fell through, and now I suppose that I could stay but I just don't want to. It's too nice a day to deal with work! I think I'll go home and clean. Well, I don't really want to do that either, but I saw a cave cricket in my office this morning and I'm determined to clean enough so that the bug people can come and spray. Cave crickets give me the major heebs.

Speaking of heebes... Last night I happened to catch Final Destination on the Sci-Fi channel, since it comes on after Ghost Hunters - I love those guys. Anyways, that whole dream scene on the plane is like my worst nightmare come to life! Something about that movie just scared me silly. Of course, then the power snaps off right after a rather tense scene too, and that didn't help matters! I walked around with my flashlight after that!

And finally, what did I do to deserve this?

As some of you know, I went through a period of crocheting hats earlier this spring. Just little boggin-like caps, nothing fancy. I was trying one on the other day, and I looked into the mirror, and guess who was looking back at me? Meg Griffin, from the "Family Guy" cartoon. I already have a freakish resemblance to Velma, why do I also have to look like Meg Griffin!? So unfair...

MY 500th POST

Isn't that exciting? Uh....sure.

Anyway. You know how I posted yesterday that my vinyl cutter was dead? Well, apparently my boss is Fonzie in disguise, because all he had to do was come in here and basically snap his fingers at it and it started working again. I had been messing with that thing ALL DAY LONG and couldn't get it to work! I must have looked like a complete idiot. Every time that cutter goes on the fritz, I can do everything imaginable to fix it and nothing. When Sam comes in my office so that I can show him what's wrong, it starts working again.

I think it's toying with me. Hastared Korean vinyl cutter...

Today after work I skipped going to the gym (again) and went to the ghetto Wal-Mart (because it's on the way home) to pick up a few essentials. The radio said we were under a tornado warning, but since it wasn't even dark or raining, I decided not to worry about it. As I get to the checkout counter, the whole place shuts down and they lock us inside. We are directed to the center aisle (ladies apparel) and told to stay there until we get an all clear.

All I could think of was that I could die in Wal-Mart surrounded by low, low prices.

What kind of screwed up country song death would that be?! Killed by a tornado while shopping at Wal-Mart!

It was as if I could hear Jeff Foxworthy giving my eulogy. Luckily the threat of the Funnel-Of-Death passed and I was able to get out.

Next tornado warning, I'm going to Target.

I have the dubious honor of being the bearer of the news that my vinyl cutter, the one that would only give me error messages in Korean, the one that has caused the destruction of close to 500 feet of white vinyl in the past month, has gone the way of the Commedore 64.

Rest in peace, little man, rest in peace.

WEEKEND UPDATE!

Good Monday, everyone! I hope you are all wearing your good-luck, red underwear today!

I had a very lovely weekend. I was going to post some pictures, but I realized I had the wrong cord to transfer my images into my work computer, so forgive me if I post those later.

FRIDAY was a super long day! As I mentioned, I had to redo the welcome sign in the front of the museum, so that's pretty much all I did that day. I had no idea it would take me that long to get the old letters off and put the new letters on. It had finally stopped raining, but it was still chilly and damp outside when I started working. I had to use a razor blade to scrape the old vinyl lettering off of the sign and because the letters had been on for so long, they were baked onto the metal. Because the handle to the razor scraper was long gone, I ended up cutting myself on the bare blade, so that was fun. It took me about 5 hours to get the thing almost done. About the time I was able to get the last decal in position to stick it on, some school group of little kids ended up coming to where I was and using me and my sign as "base" in a game of tag. Apparently the adults in the group decided that they did not need to tell these kids that they should stop doing that, so the sign was getting bumped from behind and they knocked some of my tools around. I was so angry. Please understand that it wasn't as if the adults didn't see this happening, they just weren't stopping it. I ended up getting the decal crooked and had to rip it off of the sign and run inside and make another one. I think when they saw me having to do that, they got control of the kids. Wow, you guys, thanks. :P
After finally getting that sign done, I went home at 4:00 because we were going to visit the Pucketts and McGees in Waleska. Steve, Josh and I got on the road at about 6:30 or so and drove out there. We ended up getting there kind of late, but we had dinner and talked with Amy, Jon and their daughter, Katie until we couldn't stay awake anymore. :)

SATURDAY everyone else was going to Six Flags, but as we all know I don't care for amusement parks, so I had plans to visit with Aunt Brenda and Uncle Garry for the day. Amy, Josh and Steve ended up getting a late start because of a misunderstood phone message, so Katie and I got dropped off at about 10:00 am. We had a very good time. Aunt Brenda and I looked through a box of old pictures, then we all went on an adventure down to their creek so that I could take some pictures. We ended up staying outside for a long time and I had forgotten how much I like to explore. Poor Katie lost one of her flip-flops in the creek, so we watched it sail down the creek until it disappeared. We were all filthy by the time we got back, so we showered and sat back to relax a while. I had my art stuff with me, so I drew while everyone watched TV and played with dolls. It was kind of late when Steve, Amy, and Josh got back. Apparently Steve missed a turn, so they ended up in another town! They had a great time at Six Flags and they were all very excited about the new roller coaster, Goliath (?). They had bought the picture of them that was taken when they were coming around a turn, and it is priceless! I'll have to scan and post that one as soon as I can. Steve had his eyes closed and his tounge sticking out, Amy looked like her hair was about to take off, Jon seemed to be laughing and falling out of the seat at the same time, and Josh had his hands up over his head, and his shirt was filled with air, so he looked like the Sta-Puft marshmallow man! We were all so tired by the time we got back to Amy's house that we only talked for a little while before we fell asleep.

SUNDAY Jon made us breakfast and we ate together, and then Steve, Josh and I went back to Aunt Brenda's house to look at the pictures of Rhonda that we had found. After that, we went to see Greg and Kristin's new baby, Collins Roy Puckett. He is so sweet and very tiny! He wasn't even a week old. I was still too scared to hold him, but Steve wasn't, so I got to get a good look at him at least.

We headed home at around 3:00, I think. I started getting queazy from riding in the back seat, so I took some Dramamine and it knocked me out! I woke up with the buckle of my bag pressed into my face! I was only glad that I didn't drool all over the place in the meantime. : ) Steve and I didn't get home until about 7:30 or 8:00 last night, so we just relaxed.

It was a great weekend!

This probably shouldn't tickle me as much as it does because I know I'm not OLD, but...

I stopped down at the Dome to bum an icee from Anthony. He walked me through the lobby and while we were standing there talking, I noticed that he looked behind me like someone was needing to speak to him. I turned around and saw a girl who has worked here for a few years, so I waved. She laughed when she saw who I was because she thought Anthony was over there flirting with a teenage guest. I've always known I'd be 16 inside forever, but I had never thought to be mistaken for teenager on the outside again!

Hmmmmm, interesting bit of trivia. Did you know that at my weight, it would take 189.58 cans of Sun Drop to kill me?

I found something called "Death By Caffine" and it will take your weight and soda of your preference and tell you how much of it you would need to consume before the caffine would kill you.

Neato, huh?

¡Feliz Cinco de Mayo!

In a strange twist of luck, my "te amo" Valentine's day shirt has come in handy as my cinco de Mayo shirt as well. I was once told that "te amo" meant 'I love you' so if that isn't correct and my shirt really says something rude, it's not my fault! In honor of this holiday for my Latino brothers and sisters, I will be using my Pamplemousse accent all day. Well, except for with my boss because he is hard of hearing and may not understand what I'm saying.

I was attacked by the Space Camp Ninja on my way to my office this morning. This time he used his umbrella as his ninja sword. One of these days I'm going to learn Kung Fu and give him some kind of Vulcan Death Grip when he does that! : )

I was going to be reparing more outdoor signs this morning, but it's raining pretty hard out there today. Maybe it will clear up later and the Welcome sign can be a little less ghetto for the weekend guests. If not, well, it's been ghetto for this long already...

TODAYS WORDS OF WISDOM:
Never underestimate the power of a bin full of stupid hats.

Okay, you know what?

The Da Vinci Code is fiction. It is not real.

It is not intended to be thought of as the truth.

It was a book, now it is a movie.

If for some reason you don't agree with it, don't go see it.

If you liked the book, please do go see it.

For the love of Pete, this shouldn't be such a big deal!

Imagine, if you will, me sitting down at my home computer to check some e-mail. Suddenly, the quiet of the house is broken by a scream and a thump.

Of course, the first thing I think is that my arachnaphobic spouse has come across an 8 legged creature. However, when said spouse doesn't come running into the room with me and demand I kill the thing, I start to worry. I wait a minute, thinking that certainly Steve will come walking into the room any second to tell me what happened, but he doesn't. Still waiting, I call out his name, but get no answer. Immediately my mind fills with images of finding him unconcious and bleeding because he fell and hit his head. I also had a weird, horror-movie feeling that I might get to our room and not find him at all! So I start walking down the hall and the door to the bedroom opens, and out comes Steve, Butler, and Bear. Steve has a look of horror on his face, and Butler seems to be laughing at him. Apparently, Steve was shaving with his electric razor and the dogs snuck up on him. Since he couldn't hear them walk in, he was blissfully ignorant that two very mischevious animals were sitting behind him just waiting for the right moment. As soon as the razor turns off, he hears a muffled "murf" sound and a cold, wet nose rubs up the back of his leg. He screamed like a girl and had to have jumped ten feet into the air for the sound of his landing to have been that hard. Butler, Bear and I thought it was funny. Steve wasn't as amused. : )

I also watched Herbie: Fully Loaded last night. I've never been a big fan of the love bug myself, but since it was on, what the heck. I have one major problem with this movie. I can look past the sub-par acting, the obvious display of Lindsey Lohan's chest, and the lame-ish plot. It was a Disney movie, after all. These are the same people that created an empire on a talking mouse. What I can't get passed, however, is the fact that this car, this obviously self-aware car, didn't freak the heebies out of everyone who comes in contact with it! Seriously. There is only one car in the history of cars that is allowed to be self-aware and David Hasselhoff has to be the one driving it. KITT I can stand, he's not scary. Herbie, he scares me to death.

One last thing, and then I shall get to work. Steve and I stopped at Coldstone for ice cream after dinner last night. I ordered something with the words Strawberry blonde in the name. I read what it would have in it, nothing scared me, and I watched the girl make the thing. Then she does the unthinkable. She mashes a banana in the middle of my ice cream! There was no banana in that list of things that go into my ice cream!!! I kept thinking maybe she had made some kind of mistake and that she would start over, but noooooooo. She packed up that stuff filled with mashed bananas and handed it over to me. I didn't know what I should do! I felt bad saying anything because I guess I could have stopped her from putting it in there, but I thought maybe I had misread the list of stuff and she wasn't doing anything wrong. A "My Bad" situation, if you will. So I payed for it and walked back past the board with the flavors on it. I was right, no bananas! I suppose I could have taken it back and been a heifer about it, but I don't like to do stuff like that. Of course, I didn't want to eat anything with bananas in it either. I hate bananas. I fear bananas. However, I also ate that banana last night because I'm not going to let good ice cream go to waste. I just closed my eyes and thought of England. Aside from the banana, it was really freaking good!

I'm off!

I always thought that when you unburden yourself to someone, it was supposed to make you feel better, not worse. Oh well.

I have my final-final this afternoon in history class. I fell asleep in the middle of studying for my third essay question (there are 5 in all) last night . Keep your fingers crossed for me.

Oh, yeah. Joseph, The Technicolor Ringworm is finally rubbing off of my arm. Whatever that blue spray paint is made of is certainly fantastic. Maybe I should write a letter to the Krylon folks and let them know that "Fusion" is some pretty spectacular stuff. If it'll not come off of my arm for almost a week, think of how long it will stay on your lawn furniture. (this message brought to you today by Krylon. Almost as permenant as a tattoo.)

Also: woo/hoo that this is the last day of the semester. Had I the energy, I would attempt the dance of joy.

Tuesdays have no real purpose except to keep the weekend from getting here sooner!

I had a doctor's appointment this morning. It went by so fast I don't even know if my doctor learned anything useful about my health. However, it was kind of nice not to have to sit for an hour and change waiting for anyone to come see about me!

I finally finished the main section of decals for the SR-71 (wrinkles and everything, oy vey). All I have left to do is cut out some big letters and slap the suckers on. Woo-Hoo!

There is really not a whole lot going on today, so I have nothing important to write. However, I will leave you with some wisdom from Steve:

You can shave a wookie, but it's still a wookie.