The Blame Game

So, let's face it. I'm gassy.


Yes. You heard me right. Gassy. I poot like you wouldn't believe. I swear that I must not digest my food correctly and that's why I'm a fart machine, but there's nothing that helps. Don't judge. Everyone poots at least once in their lives. Even YOU!

So, when I'm at work, the gas just builds and builds because I have no outlet. I cannot run outside every time I have to poot...aside from the fact that it's WINTER here and people would probably see steam coming from my pants in the frigid temperatures. Nothing screams, "I JUST FARTED!!" like steam coming from your butt. Also, I cannot run to the bathroom each time I need to fart either. This is for various reasons: 1. Have you ever HEARD a fart in a toilet??? The toilet just causes an echo effect letting everyone in a 75-yard radius know that you just farted. 2. By the time I actually get to the bathroom, the gas has already worked it's way back up into my digestive tract and I won't feel it again until I sit down.

I have tried to come up with creative ways to relieve myself of my excess gas. When it's just me in the clinic, I just let it go. Not at my desk, because I am out in this "main hallway" where people would walk by and smell my toxicity, so I go in the back of the clinic and just let 'er rip! But when my boss is here, that's clearly inappropriate, mostly because it would KILL him. Anyway. My desk is butted up against a medical records closet and the door has a little keypad lock thing on it. It also has it's own little air vent. I thought it was an air vent that sucks air up...because I'm a moron. Guess what!? It's an air vent that pushes air out. See where I'm going??

One day I thought I might EXPLODE from my gas so I just popped right in that closet and farted and farted and just farted some more. When I was "done" I snuck out, trying to open the door as little as possible so that no gas escaped. I went back to my desk and got to work. After a few minutes I smelled faintly a stinky aroma. I sniffed the air and my eyes popped open so wide because I realized that if I could smell the farty-ness then it was very close to my boss smelling it!!! I jumped up with some spray and just then my boss walked out of his office. "Do you smell something?" He asked. JUNK!!! "I do." I said...and then I said the first thing I could think of:
"it's that patient in exam room 2. She's kind of older and I think she just couldn't hold in her gas. Old people have trouble with that, you know?"

I blamed my disgusting gas on a harmless, oblivious old lady! I'm sure my boss thought she was just gross the whole time he was examining her. I ought to be ashamed of myself.

But I guess you could say she took the fall while I came out smelling like a rose.

Things I wish I hadn't done...

So, there's a radio show I listen to on my way home from work. It's really a kind of silly show, and most of the time it's just a bunch of people calling in and telling stories of their lives that will win a prize, according to that day's theme. For example, they have days where you call in and tell them your WORST/BEST shopping splurge that you couldn't afford...or tell them your childhood secret...and the WORST/BEST wins a prize. So, I listen, and usually laugh at the crazy things that people say. I also spend a lot of time wondering why these people would call and let thousands of people hear the horrible things they've done. BUT...then I started thinking...and I thought--even though I won't call the radio show and let thousands of people hear the things I wish I'd never done...I WILL write about it on my "blog". So, here we are.

Things I wish I HADN'T done...

1. Gotten a credit card in college. Although, that credit card funded my move across the country...so I don't know.
2. When I was in college I worked at a hospital as a nurses' aide. I wish I hadn't had to help that man use the bathroom that time. I should have gotten a guy to do it. Nothing bad happened...it's a funny story actually. But each time I tell the story, and everyone around me is laughing...I think about how I should have said no.
3. I wish I hadn't stopped writing in cursive as soon as I was out of 2nd grade. I still cannot write in cursive. When I had a choice, in 3rd grade and beyond...I ALWAYS chose print...and now, that's the only way I can write.
4. I wish I hadn't dated the guy I dated in high school. I mean, there was nothing wrong with him at the time...but it ended badly and I think I'm forever scarred.
5. I wish I hadn't dated the guy I dated in college either. But he was very short-term. I thought I would really like him because he was from a strange, foreign nation and that is very interesting! However, I learned quickly that I should have just done a report on the country, and not dated him. He was very strange. Needless to say that I had to break it off after a couple weeks. Very funny stories though.
6. I wish I hadn't typed number 4 and 5 together. It makes it sound like I have made all these bad choices as far as dating...but those are the only two guys I've ever dated. And you can't count the second one...that was a joke!
7. I wish I hadn't spent so much time, energy, and emotion on trying to maintain a relationship with my dad once my parents split. It was clear from the get-go that the interest was mine alone, and he had another family that was top priority. Had I figured it out sooner, I probably would have had much more fun in college. I would have stopped being an RA my senior year, so that I could just work and go to school...as opposed to working, school, and being a full-time RA. I also would have taken that trip to New York City that year when I turned 21 with my friends. He said no, I couldn't go. And i didn't. Mostly because I didn't want to make him mad. Once I finally realized that I was not running in first place anymore...I was running in 5th, I stopped running--and FINALLY caught my breath.
8. I wish I hadn't had to work at a call center when I first moved out here. I still have nightmares about that place. I have to admit that I used to hope the sprinklers would accidentally go off while I was there so that all the phones and computers would short out and break and I wouldn't have to work there anymore. :) I really was scarred. I cried everyday at work--except the last day I worked there. There were no tears about leaving.
9. I wish I hadn't had a large coffee this morning instead of my normal medium. I'll be feeling that one later. :-{
10. I wish I hadn't been so mean to my brother and sister growing up. I think that we have great relationships now, but it took a LONG time to get there!
11. I wish I hadn't bought this scrub top that I'm wearing today. Although it's a good color, it's too short and very annoying. I have to keep tugging...and if you're tugging on your clothes that means they don't fit.
12. I wish I hadn't believed Malynna Reynolds when she told me in 4th grade that Josh whatever-his-name-was didn't like me. Because he did. And she lied because she liked him. And he could have been my prince charming. hahahaahah!
13. I wish I hadn't seen that shark that time when Heather, Stevie and me were playing very far out in the ocean on a "family vacation". I think this contributes to part of my ocean-panic.
14. I wish I hadn't tried that sip of wine when i worked at Olive Garden for 3 days. It felt like I was drinking nail polish remover! yuck!!! Alcohol is NOT for me!!

OK...i stopped at 14 because that's my favorite number. I hope this was sort of funny! it wasn't supposed to be some heavy list of regrets. It was supposed to be funny and true. :) I hope you enjoyed!

Well, I'm back to riding the bus again. I forgot to buy my bus pass for Jan before Dec ended so yesterday (my first day back to work in Jan) I had to drive. That was okay with me though, because when I drive I get to sleep an hour later. But today it was up at 5AM again. yay!

My brother has a girlfriend. I'm really glad for him, because I think he just needed to see that someone is attracted to him...I just don't want this girl to get tired of him, or whatever, and break up with him. It makes me nervous. But he's not nervous, he's happy. And that makes me happy. Hey, why not throw caution to the wind...just kidding. I will be holding tightly to my caution...we'll just let him throw caution to the wind. But I'm happy for him. I'll be waiting to meet this girl when I'm in town.

My little baby niece is just growing. I just want to chew her cheeks off! She's sooooo cute! I cannot wait to go back and hold that little baby! I'll never put her down, except when I see that she's about to throw up, then I'll quietly and nonchalantly pass her off to her mother. What?? Heather can handle a little baby vomit. :)

I finally wrote the thank you card to the family that had us over for Christmas Dinner. Let's see...that's about 2 weeks late. Nice. I'll be sure to be on the lookout for the "most courteous" award. geez.

I got my haircut on Friday. Guess what? It's STILL in a ponytail. I just cannot get my sorry butt out of bed on time for all that straightening. But...once I lose 30 lbs I'm getting a short and sassy haircut that I used to have that i LOVED. That's my reward...instead of food. Because normally my reward for losing that kind of weight would be a 30-lb chocolate cake that I get to eat all to myself (thus cancelling out any weight lost, and starting the cycle all over again.)

Yesterday my boss's (do you say boss's or boss' ) anyway. His wife brought their 2 year old chocolate lab doggy by to play for about an hour. It was so fun. We didn't have any patients the whole afternoon so we just shut off the clinic from the rest of the building and played with him for an hour. It was very fun, except when I got home I'm pretty sure Westin thought I was having an affair with another dog. I know he smelled me and thought, "Where have YOU been??" Oh, well. He got over it quickly.

Poor Jules has worked 36 of the last 48 hours. Doesn't that just STINK? I feel so bad for her. She only got like 3.5 hours sleep last night and now it's possible she'll have to work 16 hours today. I really don't know how much longer she'll be able to keep this up. I mean, sure, it's good money, but when it's this extreme it's just not worth it. They are totally taking advantage of the good workers. Who knows how much longer she'll be there.

Lastly, I listened to my ipod on the bus today for the first time, and it really helps lift my mood and start my day in a positive way. I have lots of Christian music on there and all the sermons from church and listening to that this morning was just great! I need to put more music on there!

Ok, well, i forgot my camera cord again, so no pictures yet of my shopping trip, the holes in the ceiling, or the gingerbread people we made over Christmas. Darn! Maybe tomorrow. :)

Let's waste time chasing cars...

Hi.

I have no idea why I always feel compelled to say Hi at the beginning of my blog posts. Jules joked me about it the other day, and until then I hadn't realized I do it. But the proof's in the pudding...or whatever the saying is.

Anyway.

Oh, also random: my title. Just a song playing on the radio right now. Whatever.

I'm having a hard time right now. I've started riding the bus, and although I cannot tell you how thankful I am for not having to drive to work everyday now, and also for the fact that the bus is not like ghetto and scary, I am TIRED. I have to get up much earlier than I would if I were driving, and since I'm new to the bus thing, I'm still having to perfect the amount of time I need to leave my house in, etc. Also, I get home around 7 instead of 6, which means LOTS to do at night and not much time to do it in. Also, I keep getting car sick. The driver is doing a great job, it's really not his driving. It's that I can't see out. The windows are constantly and completely fogged up because it's like 3 degrees outside and if you sit in the back part of the bus you just can't see out. And I like to spend my hours on the bus reading...so that adds to the car-sickness. So, I'm trying different seats, different sections...i don't know.

The point is...I'm really really exhausted. I haven't been getting enough sleep and this morning I got up, looked in the mirror...and I have black bags under my eyes. BLACK. like someone punched me. Hi. I'm 24 and I have the eyes of a 55 year old woman. YAY!! I'm trying to go to bed early but it just hasn't been happening. I actually am starting to feel a cold coming on...I think that's partly to blame on the tiredness and partly to blame on standing in the dad-blasted cold all the stinkin time.

Tonight is our CommUNITY Group...and although I'm really glad to see everyone...I'M SO TIRED. and lots of times people stay over until like 11. That CANNOT happen tonight. I have no idea if it's too rude to tell everyone that I'm super tired and that I'm shutting down at like 9. Is that too rude?? (i have no idea who I'm asking...Heather???)

I feel like crying. I feel like laying in the exam room and crying. Because I'm tired. Because I don't see any light at the end of the tunnel. Because there' s still so much to be done. Because my house is a disaster and people are coming over tonight. Because work is SO busy now. Because I need to do things like eat and shower and I just don't feel like I have enough time. :(

It's too bad I'm not riding to work in an RV. That's SORT OF like a bus...and it has a shower...a kitchen table and fridge...and I could probably even sleep on the way. Anyone want to drive me to work everyday in their RV???

Thank you, God, for Turkey Day!

So, this Thanksgiving I couldn't afford to fly home, and let's face it...I wasn't making it on Standby, so Jules and I decided that we would just stay here and cook for our other out-of-town friends. Jules had to work most of the day, so we prepared almost everything ahead of time and just popped it in the freezer or fridge. It all went off pretty smoothly--I didn't even burn anything. I did have to peel the skin off the turkey because when I unwrapped the turkey it had this slimy snotty stuff all over it and I couldn't get it to wash off. So, i just pulled all the skin off. GROSS!! nobody wants snotty turkey. Later I got a little panicky because I felt like our turkey wasn't going to cook on time. It only took us a little while to realize the reason it didn't look like it was cooking was because it was naked. I took off it's (snotty) skin and so that made it a little more light pinkish than golden brown. Sounds appetizing, eh?

Well, anyway, we ended up with 6 people at our little intimate Thanksgiving Feast! I tell you, there's STILL some of that food left! Someone PLEASE come eat it!!!

And the best news of all, I didn't over eat. I ate slowly until I was full, and got up from the table. And seriously, I think that's the first thanksgiving in my life that I've done that!

Ok...now I have to go and gouge my eyes out until it's time to leave!!!

Leaving on a Jet Plane???

So, I think I might try to go home this weekend. I have two free flights that I have to use by the end of December, and so I have been looking at my work schedule and it's virtually impossible for me to miss any weekdays, except MAYBE a Friday. Being out of town on a M-Th is just not going to happen. So, I am thinking if I use one of my free flights in November and another in December then it's a way more plausible approach than using two in December. You see, the way it works is I have to fly standby, so I have to pick flight days and times where there are lots of openings on the flights I want. So, If I try to fly on a holiday weekend, it's not going to happen. I'll end up sitting at the airport all day, wasting my time, because all flights will be full around the holidays. Also, weekends are usually a pretty bad time to fly, but the schedules look okay for this weekend. Next weekend is a bust, because it's the weekend after Thanksgiving and there's no guarantee I'd be back before work on Monday.

But is it too much for me to ask my family to drive all the way to Nashville to pick me up. It's about two hours each way and that's a lot of driving in a weekend. I don't know. I wish I could rent a car, but they're so expensive. I have to talk to my mom and sister about it...see what they say. I know they'd like to see me, but maybe they'd like me to wait until I can take some days off. Maybe leave on a Thursday night and take Friday and Monday off then come back to work on a Tuesday. It might be possible in December, but I'd have to do some maneuvering. Anyway, I know I am so lucky that my dilemma is that I have free flights and don't know when to use them. I am lucky that my dilemma is not that I cannot afford a flight home to see my family, like it has been in the past. But, seriously, I want to use these flights so they're not wasted!!!

What to do?? what to dooo???

Seriously??...seriously?

Well, after 2 separate visits to the doctor, within 3 business days, 60 dollars later, I am STILL not getting any help for my sickness. Whatever sickness that might be. I just think that doctors become so numb to sick people around this time of the year, that they just brush you off as though you are a waste of their time. Maybe they'd like me better if I had the plague or something more interesting than a chest cold. Maybe they'd like to help me control my symptoms (at least) instead of telling me there's nothing they can do if I had nails sticking out of my head or something. I have no idea what I have to do to get some help, but I do know that I'm switching to a new doctors office. I have tried a different doctor at the office that I'm at now, and I LOVED him, but he has proven to me that he's not one of those doctors that TRULY want to help you. Here's my problem:

REASONS I GO TO THE DOCTOR:
1. Over-The-Counter medications/remedies are not working.
2. I am getting worse, even while taking the OTC's.
3. I feel so crappy I can hardly stand it.

NOT REASONS I GO TO THE DOCTOR:
1. I just wanted to see how my doctor is feeling.
2. I want to literally SEE my doctors face (because he's very good-looking).
3. I had 30 extra dollars lying around and had NO IDEA how to spend it.
4. I just wanted my doctor's opinion or thoughts about a particular issue.
5. I had too much free time on my hands and thought that spending hours at a doctors office sounded like TOO MUCH FUN!!

I mean, seriously?? Do doctors think that you come there just to hear them talk??? NO!! I am not saying I am as smart as a doctor, or that I know everything about all illnesses. But I do know my body. I DO know the common illness's that I get, and I know how to treat them. When that doesn't work, or when I get sick with "something new" then I go to the doctor to get HELP...not to hear their opinions. And, even if it's a virus and you cannot "FIX" me, you can give me medicine that will treat my symptoms. And I'm not even talking about medicine that I can sell, or abuse. I'm talking about a stinking antibiotic or a disgusting cough medicine so that I can get some sleep and actually FUNCTION!! Do they really have to treat you like you are going to try to inject your cough syrup in your veins if they give it to you??? I mean, seriously?????

I am just fed up with the medical system. When I lived in the South I could CALL the doctor, tell them my symptoms, and they'd CALL IN A PRESCRIPTION for me. Out here, I have to call the doctor, beg them to even see me, let them take my money and then they say things like, "your body just needs to work through this," or "I really don't give prescriptions to people unless they've been sick for about 12-14 days." SERIOUSLY??? how many of you are going to wait TWO WEEKS before going to the doctor when you're sick!?? hello!????? These hippie doctors are CRAZY! And I just don't think I can take it ANYMORE. I have to find a doctor that will HELP me.

SERIOUSLY!!!!

And to think...I used to be "most dependable"...

I know.

I did a terrible job of blogging while I was gone.

The truth is, I had the BEST time. I really got to spend a lot of time with my sister this time, and that made it such a special trip. I really wasn't ready to leave, and that is still causing me grief. I love my sister--I haven't kept that a secret. But to get to spend SO much time with her was just heavenly!! I can't wait to go back to do it again!

The bad news is that I am sick. I resisted the illness that my sister, mother, niece and nephew had the WHOLE time I was there. I came home and Jules was sick too. I'm not sure which one I ended up with, but I'm not doing so great.

I stayed out of work on Tuesday and Wednesday and today I'm leaving early to go to the doctor. I'm taking off tomorrow too. The thing is, I don't get sick very often, usually. I have been sick three times in the past 3 months. I just think that's too much. So, today, I'm expecting to get some answers. :) I have a wonderful doctor anyway, after I fired the first one...so I'm really anticipating a pleasant visit.

Anyway, I'm freeeeeeezing right now in my office. The other girls here swear it isn't cold...but i just checked my temperature and it's normal. I think there's a draft over where I sit. Oh well, I'm leaving in a bit anyway.

So, this is why I haven't been blogging. I miss my sister terribly. I wish my family would move here...then we could all be together. Besides, we ALL know that they'd love Colorado more than Alabama. They are just afraid of the snow...but we could work with that, right? :)

Anyway, I'm sure it'll be a few days before I post again. I am going to try to go to fusion this weekend...it's been a LONG long time since I've been. But, anyway...

Among Other Things...

Hi!

So, this weekend I got my hair cut. At the Aveda Institute. A girl named Kelsey did it. It turned out really really good...I really like it. It's a tad bit shorter than I would have liked...but it's growing on me. And...you pay 12 dollars...and they give you a scalp massage and use these calming oils in your hair and then they wash your hair and it feels so good! Plus, she spent like 15 minutes talking with me about what i liked and didn't like. She was so patient with me and really wanted to get it right. I loved it! Then, when you finish your haircut they give you lip gloss to wear!! yay!!

It was a great experience. The getting there wasn't tho. the day was supposed to start with a run to Hobby Lobby to return some wooden letters that I ended up not using for Sarah Beth's wall hanging...I was supposed to get something like $21.00 back. I originally paid with my debit card, so I thought that they would just give me cash back. Therefore, I decided to just run by there on my way to my haircut, passing by the ATM on the way to hobby lobby. The Aveda Institute tips can only be paid in cash, so i was just going to pay for the haircut with cash too. I had about 24 dollars in my account and Jules, who was going to lend me the 20 until payday, had about 28. (yes, i know...we are in a new state of poor). So...i passed the ATM and went on to Hobby Lobby, but guess what!? They told me they couldn't give me cash back. When i OH-SO-POLITELY asked why not the lady said "I'm sorry. It's just too much money." Just as I was opening my mouth to say, "too much money? You have got to be kidding." the manager walked by and said, "no, it's not too much money, it's that you paid with a debit card and so you have to have the refund go on your debit card." I was furious. I said..."the money in my "debit card account" is real money...so why can't you give me real money???" Still, they wouldn't budge. So there I was, in the middle of nowhere...no banks nearby, furious as a swarm of hornets, and getting closer and closer to my haircut appointment time. I frantically ran over to the bank, wasting gas to go the opposite direction and took the 20 out of my account. The exact 20 they just credited back to my acct. HOW ANNOYING!! So...i rushed downtown only to realize after my very successful ride to the right place that I didn't have ANY change for the parking meters. The lots are like 20 dollars and there's no hourly rate, so a meter was my only chance. I had to park about 8 blocks away, and I was wearing heels. (stupid!) I ran in a Starbucks that was about 3 blocks from where i was parked, risking a ticket. I bought a coffee and when i asked for some quarters in my change the guy told me he couldn't do it. OH MAN! WHAT A DAY! so i told him that was fine, but I would be exchanging some of my dollars for some quarters out of his tip jar. He gave me the quarters I needed. So i walked back 3 blocks (ouch! my feet!) and paid the meter, and pretty much ran to my appointment. I was hot, sweaty, and blister-footed by the time i got there, so the relaxing experience of Aveda was just what the doctor ordered.

Anyway, that's really the only exciting thing that happened to me this weekend. My haircut looks pretty good...but i forgot my camera so i can't post a picture! soon. :)

OH...and Nicole! I think I remembered who you are!! Are you the girl who does the stool and podium at the stage sometimes and we walked in front of the camera that time and ruined the tape for that service?? Did I meet you at the same time as Jolene? If not, I'm really sorry! If so...yay! I remembered!!!

A Sigh of Relief

Hi!

So, HeatherRae is going home from the hospital today! YAY!! It's such a relief!

And...only 8 more days until I venture home to meet that sweet little girl Sarah Beth, and actually get to hug my sister!

AND! I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow! At the Aveda Institute. Hopefully they'll do a good job. I know someone who gets her hair cut there and it always looks good, so hopefully I'll come out feeling much better than when I went in. I am in some serious need of a hair transformation. :)

So, I watched my Tivo'd Pushing Daisies episode last night and I found myself just wanting more at the end. Jules watched the first 15 minutes with me before commenting on the "silliness" of the show and going into a different room. It is a silly show, but it's really funny to me. I have that sense of humor that laughs at general funniness. You don't even have to be REALLY that funny for me to laugh, because I find humor in most things. I laugh so loud at that show. Anyway...the episode from Wednesday night was about Chuck trying to find out about her family history, Olive's best friend at the convent was murdered, and Ned was trying to avoid his past while trying to convince Chuck that she didn't need the past in order to enjoy her future. It was all-in-all a pretty funny and sweet (as usual) episode. In short: it made me happy, as usual. And I swear, some day I will find a wonderful who looks at me like Ned looks at Chuck.
OH, i just realized it looks like I'm talking about two boys. Chuck is just the nickname of a girl named "Charlotte Charles". Sorry! :)

And Survivor China (two seasons ago) and Survivor: Fans vs Fave's were such good seasons! I mean, they had lots of the sneaky, blindsiding, back-stabbing, and repercussions for all of those things! I loved it! I loved it when in Survivor:China, James had BOTH immunity idols and didn't play either of them and got voted off! I love the surprise twists and turns of the show. I love to be shocked when i find out who gets voted off. This season, Survivor:Gabon, not so surprising. so far, every person who's been voted off has been exactly who was expected to get voted off. It's BORING! I will stick with it and see if it gets a little more juicy once they merge. Hopefully it will get a little more interesting!

And Grey's! Oh, I feel like it's getting back to the MEDICINE and a lot less soap opera-ish. I'm so glad! I think that the writers of the show are using the Chief to reign the show back in. I'm excited to see what changes will be coming. I like Meridith's vulnerability this year, and how she and Derek might actually work! I'm excited to see what comes!!

Anyway, that's all my TV Talk for now! Have a good weekend (my two readers!)

OH, and if the haircut is good, I'll post pictures!:)

WHEW

Well, it looks like Heather is going to be okay. Thank you if you prayed for her!

So, I am getting my hair cut this weekend! whooo! I'm excited.

There's really nothing to write here. I'm tired and sort of in a bad mood.

But I at least thought I would let my lone reader know that my sister (the stranger that my lone reader doesn't even know!) is okay! :)

Maybe I'll have more to say tomorrow since it's Survivor and Grey's night. :) And I have one episode of Pushing Daisies to watch too.

See you tomorrow.

Hi Y'all!

HI!

I originally started this blog so my sister HeatherRae (over to the left) who's about to have a baby ANY SECOND NOW!!! could read and know what I was up to, since we don't live in the same place anymore.

I've noticed you reading tho. Yes, you. You who are not my sister. :) And I must tell you that it makes me a little nervous.

Because I am NOT a writer. I'm not really all that funny (contrary to what the Fusion crowd thinks). And nothing remotely interesting happens to me on a daily basis.

Read: MY LIFE IS BORING!!

I mean, yeah, my sister cares what I had for supper and how many packs of toothpaste I got at sams and how many coupons I found for Grated Cheddar Cheese in the Sunday paper, but people who are not related to me (or who are not my sister, for that matter) DON'T CARE.

So, I'm sorry that you have stumbled upon my mediocre ramblings. If you're looking for any incredibly profound writings about how to raise a toddler, any good recipes for your dinner party, how to set a table for 9, what to wear with trouser jeans, the best fall fashions, a list of the top 100 best Bible Verses about wine, or the best at-home treatments for a rash, THIS IS NOT THE PLACE FOR YOU. I can recommend some other enjoyable bloggers, if you'd like. But if you're looking for lots of mediocre rambling about crafts, my work, my boss, sinus infections, my family, tissues, Clic-Stic BIC pens, hair dye, eyes, what i had for supper last tuesday, board games, movies, music i like, and things that make me laugh, THEN THIS IS THE RIGHT PLACE FOR YOU.

Oh, and I'll try to throw in the occasional rant about things that annoy me.

You gotta have goals.

Anyway, fair warning: the content of this blog will consistenly be sub-par.

Feel free to check out anytime. But if you stay, email me (krustylynn@gmail.com) and tell me hi, so I can say hi back. It's the polite southern thing to do.

* Hi Nicole! * see! Wasn't that fun?

Or not. Whatever. :)

Thanks for reading.

My weekend

So, Julie had to work on Saturday and Sunday, so Saturday morning I woke up and went with the Men@Work group (that's not really a link, so don't click it) and helped a lady paint a bedroom in her house. Simple, right? WRONG! It was her daughter's room and it was painted purple with craft paint artwork and oil pastel drawings all over the wall. It didn't take us long to realize that the oil pastels were mixing with the primer, giving the whole wall a rainbow effect (which judging by the girls artwork, she would have LOVED.) So, we had to send one of the men to the Man's Store to get something to get the oil pastels off the wall. I said specifically what he should tell them, because they would know exactly what to get it off with. He didn't ask anyone (go figure that!) and came back with a huge tin jug of Acetone. So, yeah, acetone gets the oil pastel off the wall, along with the paint...and the primer....and the sheet rock. :) After 4 hours of scrubbing we were all high as kites from the fumes and all the oil pastel was off the wall. We started priming, but since the room was pretty small there just wasn't enough work for 5 people to be doing. So, I did what any good city worker does everyday...i stood and watched. And occasionally I pointed.

Once that was finished I drove home with my windows down, because it was one of the most beautiful days I've ever experienced. Then, when I got almost home, i decided it'd be a good idea to go to the library and get some books to read while Jules was working. So, I got one Karen Kingsbury book and two Fannie Flagg books.

Then I went home, had some Ramen Noodles for lunch and took a shower. Jules got home around 5 and we had to leave at 5:15 to go to church. When we got there we met another lady who was also from Alabama and we discussed whether we thought Bama was winning at that precise moment. We had to do a singles event, and it pretty much stunk. We were promoting our Community group and that pretty much bombed. I thought people would really be interested in our group, but they really weren't. It turned out to be okay, though, because we already have a "core" group that attend the community group. The only thing that really stunk was that while wasting 3 hours of our time, we also missed church and the bama game. :(

Sunday morning Jules had to be in very very early. I woke up at 8:15 on my day off, and got up and read the Karen Kingsbury book I checked out on Saturday. I read it all. All day. That's all I did. Then when Jules got home she ate Ramen Noodles (notice a theme here??) and we watched the Bama Game and screamed our heads off at how EXCITING IT IS FOR BAMA TO BEAT GEORGIA!!

Then Erin and Sass called and said they were making Homemade Doughnuts and asked if we wanted to come over. We did. They made doughnuts and I made some glaze and they were pretty good.

Then we went home and went to sleep around 9:45.

This morning I woke up with a really dry, scratchy throat. YAY. I've started one of the Fannie Flagg books and it's hilarious!!

OH, another exciting thing of the weekend. I made plans with Catie Grace to go see HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 3 with her when I'm in town later this month! yay!!!!

Anyway, that's my weekend, and now, Heather, I bet you feel like you were actually there!! :)

The Alpha Gam's would not like this post...

So, I hate squirrels. They are like little furry rats. They are fast, unpredictable, and armed with rabies and sharp claws. They can climb trees and attack from above. On my work campus people feed them, and that makes them unafraid of humans. They don't run when you stomp your feet. They stand there and stare at you, daring you to make a move towards them. They will purposefully run in your path so that you have to stop dead in your tracks, and then try to find a way around them. You go left, they go left. You go right, they go right. They stare at you with their beady little eyes, just daring you to test them. They perch on their hind legs, just waiting to spring into action and bite your face off. They run across the window ledge in my peripheral vision, just to make sure I know they're watching me. I won't walk through the grass once it starts getting dark earlier because I know they're waiting in the shadows to make their silent attack. They chirp and squawk in their little squirrely language telling one another, "Here she comes!! The scared one! Let's go get her!!" and they do. I honestly have no idea how to get around them. They know I'm afraid of them and they love to prance, as slowly as possible--mind you, right past me just to make me stand there, frozen in fear and wait.

I think I'll start bringing Westin to work with me so he can attack them.

Or at least bark at them and be more intimidating than I am!!

That Heather!

So, heather called today and said she was at Sam's and she found a bottle of 350 Zyrtec for $17.00. It's the generic, but who cares! $17.00. One month's supply of the real stuff is like $30.00. This is a whole year's supply for half of the cost of one month.

Heather can go to a garage sale and spend exactly 57 cents and get a new car out of the deal. She can walk into a store and load her buggy with $150.00 worth the stuff and only pay $8.00 because she has a coupon for EVERYTHING.

Heather can look on Cr*aig's L*ist and find a brand new San Pellegrino Stroller, or a perfectly un-used carseat, or a bra that turns into a stuffed animal all for $2.00.

Heather can go into an oil change place with a coupon for a free oil change and end up with that free oil change AND another coupon.

Heather can buy 25 pair of underwear from a L*ane Br*ant and them OWE her $2.00!!

Heather can go to the thrift store with two dollars and leave with more BRAND NEW stuff than she can fit in her trunk AND a free full tank of gas.

So, how is it that I had a free flight and ended up paying $200.00 for it anyway!?

That Heather!!!

VICTORY...at least halfway!

So, those stupid flyers I've been rambling on and on about for weeks?

I finished about half of them. We are sending them in two batches because sorting 1,000 flyers in zip code order is much much easier than sorting 2,000. So in that box is about 1,000 flyers that are stamped with the return address, labeled with the mail-to address, University stamped on them, and sorted, boxed up and FINALLY ready to go.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have ONE MORE 1,000 set to finish. Then I can be rid of those flyers forever.

House Sitting

We are house sitting for our friends.

They house-sat for us when we were gone to visit our fams in April.

They have a cat.

They're cat, as it turns out, is not Satan.

They have movies....and caramel popcorn...so we've been enjoying their house.

Yesterday when Jules went to check on the cat one last time before coming home...

The cat shredded a bag that held cat treats.

SHREDDED it. and ate EVERY treat. Of a FULL bag.

The thing is...the cat treat bag was up on a shelf.

A shelf with nothing around it.

No counters, fridges, desks, furniture of any sort.

Now, unless in the past few years where I have been cat-less cats have grown wings or frog legs that hide under they're allergen-infested fur, I just cannot understand how this cat got to his treats.

Perhaps someone broke into our friends' house, gave the cat the treat bag and left. Without taking anything. Because THAT seems more possible than the cat somehow getting the bag himself.

OOPS...I did it again!

I used to have longer hair. My dad was weird about me cutting my hair, so I kept it fairly long forever. Then, when I was in college I thought about cutting it, but my boyfriend at the time just begged me not to cut it, so I didn't. Once he broke up with me I wanted a fresh start, so I went and got my hair cut. And I had it cut SHORT. It was about an inch long all around my head except the top and my bangs. It was flippy and cute and I loved it. Because it was so short I had trouble keeping it out of my face when I was exercising or needed to pull it back some. That's when I started using Bobby Pins, and I have never turned back since that fateful day.
My hair is not nearly as short as that now, but When I pull my hair in to a ponytail there are always pieces that stick out. So, I still use bobby pins everyday. I have them in my purse, in my pockets, sometimes they're clipped right onto the sleeve of my shirt, just in case I need them at a moment's notice. There is nary a place I can go where a bobby pin is not readily available. This poses a particular problem with bobby pins turning up stuck in the carpet, in the change bowl, in the car, at work in exam rooms, at the desk. They're everywhere! It drives Jules crazy because she will pick them all up and put them in a central location, like my bathroom drawer, and then in two weeks they're scattered all about again!

What does this have to do with anything? you might ask...

....keep with me....I DO have a point.

So, Jules called me on Monday and said that she was doing laundry and the water from the washer wouldn't drain. I said to put it on spin cycle and see if that got it all out. She did, and it didn't work. So, we called the ol' landlord and he came over on Tuesday and said it was beyond him and he would have to have someone come out with him on Wednesday. So, Wednesday he returns with his handy brother and they fiddle and flip and unscrew and push and prod in this washer. Finally, Jules calls me and said that there had been a problem with the motor in the washer and that's why the water wouldn't drain.

Do you know what the problem was?


There were two bobby pins stuck in the little propellars of the motor.


OOPS.

My First Post...or Whatever...

Well, I got tired of the livejournal so I have officially switched. I feel like this is a new beginning for me. A breath of fresh air. A fresh start. A clean slate. A chance to start ALL OVER.


Oh, who am I kidding...I just got jealous of my sister's cute blog and decided I had better move if I wanted a cute one too.

So, I don't know what to tell you about myself, and since only ONE person is going to read this...and that ONE person knows EVERYTHING about me, what's the point? I'm just going to keep posting like normal. :)

Here goes:

Yesterday was our weekly gathering where all of our friends come over and we do something fun like have dinner together or play a game or watch a movie. Yesterday we had just planned to play Pictionary with the group. We even got a white board so that we could play like "Win, Lose, or Draw" that used to come on television. Oh, man, I used to LOVE that show. I'd sit there screaming out what I thought the guy in the tight mom-jeans was drawing. Sometimes I'd even shout for the blonde woman in a short skirt with huge hair to MOVE! MOVE SO I CAN SEE WHAT YOU'RE DRAWING! MOVE YOUR HAIR!! But, anyway, we got a white board so we could re-live those good ol' days! But Jules' parents are in town, so they decided yesterday morning that they wanted to cook dinner for all our friends. A "stereotypical southern meal" they called it. So, I emailed everyone and let them know to "come hungry" because there was going to be many a fried food to try.

And when I walked in the front door and the smell of de-natured vegatables and pork chops that had been simmering in the crock pot for hours hit me in the face, I could have died of happiness right there on the tile by the door, just from smelling it! It was heavenly! And, although everyone didn't like everything, most people at least tried everything. It was a huge success. Although, I have to mention that one of our friends had never even seen Okra before and another kept asking "but, what exactly is a GRIT?" All in all I think people left with full tummies (and arteries, for that matter) and felt they had been straight in the middle of sweet home Alabama.

Then, after dinner we played Pictionary and it was so stinkin hilarious! Julie's dad had to draw "Dick Cheney". HOW FUNNY IS THAT?!? I mean, come on...how do you draw DICK CHENEY? haha!!! So needless to say, we had a great time!

Things are really busy at work today, so I gotta run! Maybe I'll post a little somethin' somethin' later! See ya!

~Krusty Lynn