I'm Not Crazy!!!....Or Maybe I Am........

     Literally MONTHS ago (about 3), I ordered a foam roller. I didn't want to rely on a trip to the gym for that extra good stretch that could only be provided by a huge circular wad of plastic digging into my back and legs. I started to second guess myself on ever ordering the dang thing, since every time I went to the office for a package pick-up it was never there. I searched for my emailed reciept, and could never find it, so I just diagnosed myself as "crazy" and moved on.  It's journey to me must have been a tough one, becuase the box it came it looked like it had made it through World War I and II, the Korean War, and maybe even Civil War. But the wait is over (thank goodness I'm not crazy); my beautiful pink foam roller has made it home, safe and sound, to be embraced in it's loving new owner's arms (and in good timing since we are moving)!

(FYI: That's not my last name; all of our boxes are stolen and borrowed. Just kidding about the stolen part!. . . . . . . .or am I?)

     Did you know boxes are good camera props (as long as you ignore the fat that the box it was sitting on completely hogged the flash, and it wasn't exactly a perfect flat surface, but who am I to be a snob to improvision)? Anywho, after the move, I now I have the equipment I need for my next bit of news I'm going to share (minus a knee replacement):

     I never thought I'd be the type of person to do this sort of thing, but in a moment of weakness (or strength depending on how you look at it) it happened. I registered for my very first half marathon! I officially have 5 months to prepare myself, as it will take place in the rolling plains of Hill Country near Austin, in March. I'm still not sure exactly how it happened, other than it was a vicous cylce. My girl friends at work talked me into it, and then I talked my Cousin A into it, who had previously made the comitment to me and herself to participate in some sort of race before her 21st birthday. Bet she didn't know I'd up her from a 5k to a Half Marathon!

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     It's going to be awesome. But I foresee my experience being more like: Zooma- run. sweat. hibernate. {In highschool when I used to run Cross Country and Track, I'd get home from the event and literally hiberante the rest of the weekend. I think my mother was always worried that I was going to die.} It's actually a race organized for women. A girls trip. Massages, jewerly, and wine after the fact, if I can still walk while holding my eyes open, and marking one more thing off my bucket-list. Who knows, maybe I'll even enjoy it. For some time now, I've really been wanting to start training for a Triatholon, but until I can afford a road bike, my dreams are on the back-burner. I just can't bring myself to compete in something like that with a mountain bike. Not after Heather ruined me and let me feel the easy earned wind in my face for the first time on her roady.

If I run a marathon, will I look like this?!?!?! . . . . . . . . . Probably not: my steps will be WAAAAYYY smaller. And my butt will always be bigger!

     Any who, I'm going to start slow, building a good solid foundation for muscle strength and heart rate control. . . . . .and I'm going to get fitted for the perfect pair of running shoes to suit my old lady knees. I know there is a ton of different training schedules out there, which brings me to my next inqusition:


Does anyone have any suggestions for the best method of training? Any other advice you'd like to offer this first timer? Are you checking anything off your bucket-list soon?

Planets of the Sex

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     If men are from Mars and women are from Venus, and Pluto no longer exists outside anything other than Disney World, than:

Venus: What did you do today?

Mars: (makes cave man noises)

Venus: Did you get the oil changed?

Mars: I couldn't find the drill charger.

Venus: Why do you need the drill?


Mars: To fix stuff. . . . . . (confused face) Why do you think?

Venus: Like what? Did you go to the rent house today?

Mars: Ya, I went to the store and got stuff to fix the fence.


****Two hours later****


Venus: Hey, I was thinking, to put the chicken wire on the fence, wouldn't it just be best to use a staple gun?

Man: Of course. . . . . . (confused face) What the heck did you think I'd use?

Venus: I dunno. You were talking about the drill earlier. . . . . .

Mars: Why are you SOO worried about the drill?

Venus: I'm not, I thought YOU were!

Venus: . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Mars: I bought I weed-eater today. A good one. The one I wanted.

Venus: Oh ya? Cool. How come you didn't mention that earlier?

Mars: When?

Venus: Like when I asked you what you did today?

Mars: I just didn't think about it.

Venus: (mentally throws hands up in air in defeat)


     If you guessed that would be a conversation between husband and wife, you'd be correct. If you guessed it was a conversation between Patrick and I, you'd be correct again. If you think I just made all this up, shame on you for giving me enough credit to be THAT creative!

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     As a woman and a nurse, communication is a top priority. As a man, my husband is good at communicating his 4 essentials: Lust, Love, Hunger, Sports. Nothing more, nothing less.


You got communication gaps with the people in your life? How do you deal?

If Frogs Could Dance

     In my first semester of Nursing School one of our instructors said something that would stick with me forever. "After this, you will never look at things the same. Once you're a nurse, you will always be an assessor of your environment. You will notice things that you never would have noticed before." It's true. I look at the pieces of people, put them back together, then try to figure out why and how they are the way they are. Physically and mentally. Maybe that's why I LOVE people watching. I miss the fantastic people watching in Hollywood. We never had to leave the comfort of our couch, peering out the living room window for a good show.
     It may not be as crazy here as it was in Los Angeles, but if you look closely, the hilarious-ness is around you. Here are a couple of things I've witnessed in real life this week:

 Is it just me, or does it seriously look like this dog is taking the Jeep out for a joy ride? Thank goodness my camera was in reach while I was pumping my gas! I was just crossing my fingers the owner didn't come out while I was poparazzi-ing.

 Everything about this is freaking hilarious. The seriousness of the frog faces. The orchestrating frog. The cowboy boots. The ass grabbing. Oh, and let's not forget the fact that it's frogs. Period. The people in the house were probably thinking it was funny that I had the audacity to stop on the shoulder of the highway and walk up to their yard for a fake frog photo-shoot. This is the only thing interesting about the I-35 drive to Waco. Look for it across from Carl's Corner if you ever drive that way!

I'm jealous they get to dance all day everyday. I love to dance. 

     Do awkward moments make you giggle? I had to laugh the other day when I was leaving Starbucks and a woman said hello to me. After looking her over, I didn't see anything recognizable about the lady, so I proceeded to get in my car. She made it a point to stop talking to someone else, walk over to me and say hello again. It was only after the moment of no return that she realized I was indeed, not Sue, but a mere stranger. She was so embarrassed, but I thought it was really funny.

     Patrick got bitched slapped by a tree limb this weekend. Sounds impossible, but you see, what had happened was . . . . . . .there was this tiny barking dog that we were starring and laughing at, and my hunny is a tall guy. He failed to watch where he was going and the next moment he was slapped in the face by a limb and his glasses were on the sidewalk! I laughed so hard I almost expelled my nachos. He had to stand there for a few minutes to compose himself. Good thing only the barking dog, the barking dog's owner, the barking dog's owner's friend, and myself witnessed the embarrassing occasion!

     Do you pay enough attention to the things around you to notice the humor? What's the funniest thing you've seen lately?

Glass Soup

     I was suppose to spend the weekend packing, but since I'm the princess of procrastination and the queen of leftovers, I managed to talk myself out of doing anything productive out of necessity and made a huge mess on the living room floor getting crafty instead, whilst devouring all the soup I made while I was sick. The wicked part about it all: if I would have packed like I should have, then there wouldn't have been a glass vase on top of the refrigerator, and therefore it wouldn't have fallen from the frig to disperse shards of glass not only all over the kitchen counter, in the cracks of the oven, and on the kitchen/living floor, but also in the leftover chicken and dumplings. Of course, it couldn't have happened to the saltiest soup ever made in the history of mankind (oops), the chili ranch soup, because nothing destructive ever happens to the crapy things in life. So I did what any self-respecting-chicken-and-dumpling-lover would do. I picked out the glass, and put it back in the frig! I wouldn't lie to you; that's how good my Cick-N-D's are.

Go Rangers!

     Callie's officially terrified for the week, with the breaking glass and the intense Patrick. She wouldn't even let him take her on a walk Sunday night. She'll never understand his profoundly passionate love for sports.

When Sumo wasn't helping, he was looking out the window; one of his favorite pass times.

     My love is expressing my artistic ability. I spent hours teaching myself to make flowers from burlap fabric. I maybe could have knocked at least a solid hour off my finish time if I didn't have two "little helpers" constantly sneaking off with all my supplies in their mouths! I think I may have pulled a burlap-string-attacthed-dingleberry off Sumo's hinny yesterday. My finished products turned out spectacular.

My burlap bouquet. Three different flower techniques. Three different burlap colors. Three different dog toys in the background.

The original lamp shade

Each side of the lamp shade as a finished product. Lots of flower experimentation went on here!

     In between the sports watching, the mingling, the eating, and the crafting, we also found a little time to cuddle for a movie, spiked coffee, and hot chia tea in my case. We watched The Kings Speech. Very good movie. Superb acting.

I love my boys!

I discovered this Chia Tea liquid mix at the grocery store and it is the bomb-diggity!

Done anything fun lately? Do you like to craft; if so what do you craft?? Have you watched any good movies I need to know about?

Thank you, Thank you

     Thank you, thank you. . . I. . . . .I. . . . . .ugh . . . . . .um. . . . . . am so unprepared to receive this award. I mean. . . . . .I didn't even have anything written down *cough, pulls a crumpled piece of paper from my pocket*. I give props to all the insane people that surround me every day, and would like to recognize the bad luck fairy that graces her presence upon me almost weekly, provoking and inspiring such grounded words to appear on my blog. I just couldn't do it without my animals. . . . . .and umm. . . . . .Camera, you are a delight to work with. To my freshman year English Comp teacher in College who tried to convince me to persue creative writing, thanks for the "A". . . . . . . And let's not forget my parents for doin' the dirty to make my life possible. . . . .  . You two are rockstars! *hurry up and get off your soap box music starting to play*. . . . . .And last but not least, I'd like to send my im-measurable love to my husband, who supports all my bad habits!  And my fans.  . . . . . I could never forget you. I love you all!

Not to be dramatic or anything, but I just received my first blogger award. 

My girl Heather, who writes Just a Colorado Gal, thinks I'm awesome. I think she's pretty awesome too, since I'm a devoted fan of her blog, and she let me sleep in her bed for a weekend. 

Apparently this award comes with 3 strings attached, so I'll do the best I can to follow the rules. But as a fore-warning, I LOVE to break the rules.

#1 You must thank the giver, and provide a link to their post. 

Thanks H dawg!

#2 You must state 7 random facts about oneself.

• My second toe is much longer than my great toe, and my third is pretty close to the edge. That means I'm the boss. 
• I've lived in 12 homes, 7 cities, and 2 states in the last 26 years of my life. I didn't start moving until I was 18, you do the math.
• I am a sucker for animals. I think I can hear their thoughts. Watch out Cesar.
• I love to veg-out and watch movies just as much as I enjoy the great outdoors, especially if it involves cuddling with my hunny and my animals.
• I have the most awesome husband in the whole wide world. Sorry girls; he's taken.
• I've never had braces and don't have to wear glasses, which would make me a super being, except I have 90 year old knees, and have broken 4 bones in my life, and possibly a 5th when I was drinking and driving my bike (a WHOLE other story), AND chipped my front tooth on a fork once when I was on a diet because I was so hungry. 
• I've been on national television see here, and when I met my husband, my opening line was, "Hey, weren't you on a commercial?" to which he replied, "Yeah, I'm pretty much a local celebrity." (He actually was on a local work truck renovation business commercial. Total nerd.)

#3 You must award 15 other newly discovered blogs the same award. (Yeah, yeah, so FIFTEEN other bloggers got this exact same award, but I was mentioned FIRST on the list, so that makes me the best! Right?)

• Top Hats and Tutus These are girls I know starting a party planning business. They are so crafty and creative! 
• Flourish in Progress This girl cracks me up. She's vulgur, pretty, AND funny!
• Steam Me Up Kid If you get this humor, then you will be laughing as much as me. It's good for your hormones! I wished she posted more often, but when she does, it's slap yo momma good!
• You Seriously Made That A funny and crafty girl I just discovered.
• Hungry Runner Girl A silly girl that loves to over-exaggerate almost as much as she loves food, and is such an upbeat person who loves to run!
• Ks and Crowns A girl I went to school with that is blogging her adventure of decorating while crafting. 
• The Buzbee Family My childhood best friend's wife. She blogs the progress of their little family. 
• Girl-in-the-pink If you ever want inspiration for a new recipe or workout, this could be the place. She strives to live better. 

Okay, so turns out I don't read that many blogs, but what I lack in quantity, I make up for my stalker abilities! And, I told you I like to break the rules. I try not to lie very often.

Permanently Made-Over

When I was a little girl I wasn't much different than I am today.

One: I was a bit stubborn.

Two: I had a vivid imagination.

Three: If it seemed scary at the time, I know I'd think it was fun after I did it, so I didn't hesitate. This is probably why, despite my mother's many warnings not to walk on the back ledge of the couch, I did anyway. I vaguely remember pretending to be an acrobat and walking the tight rope. The only problem is, there was no net to catch me when I fell. And I did. Three days later my parents finally took me to the doctor, where it was discovered I had a broken arm that required a hard cast.

Four: I was one tough cookie.



I took a road trip to visit my Nana and Cousin Allison last week and got my first sock completed. (It only took me 5 months!) You can click here and here if you don't remember every single word or detail of when I first started.

The experience was a little different than any other tattooing adventure I'd ever had before, since I have been taking antibiotics, and therefore couldn't take a couple of preliminary shots to numb the senses. My starry night background only entailed shading, so I thought the lack of outlining would cut down dramatically on the amount of pain involved. That was until I found out about a little technique called "blood lining". Basically he outlined all my stars with water, to cut into my skin the way a real outline would (just without ink), so I would bleed enough to show where to start the shading process. Barbaric technique.

We were all very nervous about the results, but it all turned out awesome! A few days of swelling and bruising down, and the itching phase has really set in today!

I WILL NOT scratch, I WILL NOT scratch............

"Faith is the bird that trusts in the light through the darkest of nights."

     Five: I've always loved Mexican Food. Cousin A and I went to eat some fajitas at a little place in Temple after my inking event was over. It was such a strange dinner. You know it's authentic when your waitress can't even speak enough English to understand what you ordered and there's club music and disco lights with a D.J. yelling "ugh!" & "yeah!" every few minutes, in the adjacent room.



They had the audacity to insult our intelligence by warning us our fajitas were "caliente" when placed on our table. Really? So that's what steam and a sizzling sound means?





It's officially my Birthday week, so I kicked it off early having sopapilla's with my honey (not to be confused with "my Hunny")

Six: My mom always kept my hair short. I don't blame her really. I was a huge tom-boy and always in to everything. It was only a problem when everyone thought I was the boy, and my brother with the blue eyes and long blonde mullet-locks was the girl.



The very next day I went to my hair stylist for the first time in ages and had a little something-something done to my head. I was ready for a change. So, I showed him about 6 different pictures of completely contradicting hair styles and said, "Chopped it off!" I always have a case of naked-face-syndrome when I do that, but it grows on me after a few days.

Do you have any similarities between your current self and your childhood self? What's your favorite kind of food?

Turning Into Mother

    Have you ever put something in a place for safe keeping to only later realize it was so safe that you can't find where you put it?!?! Do you ever decide your life is majorly unorganized, spend an entire day re-organizaing everything, and the next week can't find a single thing? I remember my Father complaining about my Mother "hiding" things from him all the time. He used to get so angry about it. Uh, oh. I may have turned into my mother!

     I'm so good at putting things away, you'll never find them again. And as a result of the above mentioned reasons, when no one is coming over to see my house, I leave things laying around. Everywhere. For safe keeping, of course. I almost gave myself a genuine heart attack from this type of behavior last week.
     It started when I attended a baby shower before work. Upon my arrival to work, I didn't want to bring my purse in, so I consolidated the necessary items into my work bag. Two days later, when I brought my purse inside, I decided I'd take my camera out and make sure the battery was charged. (You never know when life calls for a full battery!) The problem arose when I reached in my purse to grab the camera and only got a handful of receipts and Chapstick instead. No too big of a deal, since I misplace things often. After looking twice, I decided the camera must have fallen out of my purse in the back seat of the car during transport, so I marched to the parking garage to retrieve it. No camera. My contemplative thoughts lead me to believe maybe I overlooked the camera hanging in it's usual place on the wall in the apartment, so I went back inside to discover I was wrong again. No camera. My thoughts started escalating from calm to grave, and I told myself that I must have left it at the baby shower restaurant and some nice person probably found it for me, and it was waiting on me to pick it up. "That's easy enough," I thought, "I only have to wait a few hours until they open to call and hear the news." 

Sometimes you feel like a nut......sometimes you don't.......Almond joy's got nuts.......Mounds don't!!!!!

     Many apartment and mind paces later, I decided that I couldn't just sit around and wait for my camera to appear. I must actively search. No giving up. No surrendering to hopelessness. So, I went back to the car one more time, crossing my fingers on the way, hoping that my dear Nikon s9100 would magically appear out of thin air in the Corolla and be waiting for my loving hand's embrace. I open the passenger door, looked over the sea of grey fabric for a medium sized black box to stand out. I felt in cracks, peered under the seats, examined the space between the sun visor and the ceiling liner. . . . . . . . .and just when I was about to turn around and shut the door. . . . . . . . . .  with my heart in the pit of my stomach. . . . . . . . . I thought of one more place to look. The console. 

     In hindsight, I decided I must have taken the camera out of my purse and put it in the console because in the case that my car was burglarized, the offender would just steal my hidden purse and never think to look in the console for important, expensive items. Duh.

     Ladies and Gents, do as I say, and not as I do: Don't hide things from yourself.  Be a slob instead.


Do you have a problem with misplacing or losing things, or are you a organized freak?

A Lesson in Panties

     It's that time of year. Yup, you guessed it. The time when general health is put to the test, as you struggle to maintain your wellness while people around you are getting sick. So in that case, would you like me to save you from your next possible embarrassing moment in life? 
     Rule #1: A) It's important to remember that even though you don't feel well, you might should re-think wearing those 20-year-old-ratty-granny-panties, just becuase they're your favorite pair of old-faithfulls. B) Make sure you are not wearing your underwear inside-out,  despite feeling too lazy to put them on correctly.
     Why do these things matter? It's very possible you might be diagnosed with Sinusitis and Bronchitis and need a steriod shot in your bum, which would require you to pull your pants down and expose those disinigrating guilty pleasures. (Things got so bad, that after laying down for approximately 1.5minutes to receive my injection, I had enough mucous build up in my mid-upper respiratory system to cause so much hacking I almost coughed my tampon out.)
     My grandmother always warned me to wear clean underwear, but I guess she forgot to tell me about the pretty and clean part. The only thing that made me feel better about the situation? When I complained about the fly in the room, the nurse said, "Sorry about that. There was a landscaping guy in here before you." HMMM. . . . . I may be wearing ancient panties inside-out, but atleast I don't have flies following me around!
     My brain is glad for getting lots of medicine to help me feel better, but my taste buds are extremely disgruntal about the situation. I've forfieted the task of shaving since every time I take my liquid meds, my tongue sends such intense shivers throughout my body, that my leg hairs grow an additional 1/4 inch. (Just in time for the cold-front that blew in, so I could have an extra layer of insulation!) I took a self portrait of the event, for your viewing delight, and was actually pleasantly suprised that my face didn't look half as bad as it felt.
     Rule #2: Always remember Rule #1.

     In the continued spirit of Halloween, I made some nice pretend glamor portraits, just for fun.

    


Do you have any embarrassing Doctor stories? Any lessons you'd like to share?!?!

Fright Night

     Last Saturday could have easily been a nightmare. There were some scary elements to overcome, but in the end, I deemed it a celebration, which all falls into an appropriate category for such an occasion: early Halloween!

It's a good thing this picture was over the toilet, because when I saw it from the side, I almost peed my pants!

     I awoke from my short sleep, (I had worked the night before) to find Frankenstien Patrick in one hell of a mood. The Baylor Bears were getting cloubered. Anyone who knows my hunk is aware of the mood risk when sports come into play. It's serious. We got dressed in a frenzy to attend our youngest niece's gymnastics meet in Bedford. Have you ever been to Bedford? Don't. It's a clustered construction crazed catastrophe, so we were late. We proudly watched Emily rock her events she had left by the time we arrived, and then headed back home to get into costume.

Our little gymnast!

     As we expeditiously prepared ourselves for the day's next adventure Patrick asked me a stupid question while I was doing his hair and makeup.

Patrick: Will there be a T.V. at the party we are going to?

Me: Hunny. Are you serious? Be serious. We are going over someone's HOUSE. Stop being so silly paranoid all the time.

Patrick: Well, I'm just saying, I HAVE to watch the game. If the Rangers win tonight, they go to the World Series. Do you know how important this is? I've been alive for almost 37 years, and they've only made it to the play-off's 5 times in 50 years, and to the World Series once ever. TWICE, if they make it this year. That will be 2 times in 2 years! That would make my heart feel happy. If I can't watch the game there, we have to leave.

When Patrick and I was separated, some girl stopped me to say, "Hey, you kinda look like that girl from Beetlejuice!"

"Small bites Cafe, where the Buns are bigger" and "Dr. Lickersnatch"

     I tried not to roll my eyes, dismissed the last comment, and moved on. How could he actually think someone didn't have a t.v. at their house? What a useless waste of brian power to worry about such a thing. When we arrived to the party, we walked through the down stairs and I caught Patrick's eyes darting from corner to corner, wall to wall, and then starting to show panic. The decorations were good. Very good, but not scary enough to cauase paniced eyes.

Hey Avatar......keep it PG 13!!!

There was a slight pest problem!

Patrick: I can't believe it. Actually I KNEW it. This sucks. There isn't a single t.v. here. (He mumbled under his breath.)


Me: Stop acting so crazy. There should obviously be a reasonable explanation. (While holding back my fear that he is about to explode and embarrass me infront of everyone I work with.) Hey Carol Ann, where is your T.V., can we turn the game on for Patrick?

Some Random Person I don't know: What? He doesn't have a phone he can get updates on?

Me: (Holy Mary Mother of. . . . . . . . crap! That strange random person I don't know shouldn't have said that. He doesn't know my husband. He doesn't know that sports is his only vice. He has no idea how serious this situation is!)

     I looked at Patrick's face and he sent me very desperate and frightening telepathic waveform-thoughts.


Patrick: (Get me out of here! If I have ever wanted to tackle and murder someone for saying something unprounce-ably stupid, now would me that moment. I can't believe my wife, the person who should know me better than anyone, brought me to a party with no T.V. ) I knew it.

My favorite Rangers!

     Thank God for small favors, miracles, and happy endings. After my second inquiry, Carol Ann brought Beetlejuice upstairs to their only T.V. with cable, which happened to be a huge projector screen wall in a entire room dedicated to being the Theater Room with leather reclining seats and a popcorn machine! Whew, that was a close one! Many men shortly followed, and all was more than glorious when the Rangers won!

Some of my awesome co-workers!

Boys enjoying the game in the theater room.

Things started getting just......plain.....silly......

     We ate poisonous apples, sipped margaritas, did plenty of dancing, and got adequate entertainment from the little grimlins. I got pooped on by a flying squirrel (cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye) and Patrick's mood finally turned around for the day!
     Everyone's costume was so good. I work with some creative minds!
     Too bad the Cowboys had to ruin things on Sunday!




How do you like to celebrate Halloween? Are you going to watch the World Series?

Extra, Extra! Read All About It!

Extra, Extra! Read all about it! Kayla's gotta _____, and we're gonna shout it!!!! (Remember that cheer? You'd insert something really embarrassing into the blank, like a picking out the grossest, snottyest kid on the payground, and call it your friend's boyfriend?!?!?)

I have good news and I have bad news; more good news, more bad news, and then some regular news. I'll mix it up, just for kicks and giggles.

The good news is my head cold is kinda dwindling. 

The bad news is it packed it's mucous luggage and made a new home in my chest. 

The other good news is I'm staying up late this morning to go to the Urgent Care down the road and murder those little germ asses with some potent medicine. AND I can wait in line at home, because I registered online. (Internet, dear friend, once again, I commend you on your awesome-factor!)

The other bad news is the urgent care costs more than a regular doctor's visit. But, (as Nana would say) "Oh well!" I've already spent short of a hundred million dollars at CVS trying to kick this crud, what's another few thousand?    

Some more good news, is I drug Patrick to McKinney Trade Day, a huge old flea-market, and found exactly what I was looking for within 1hour of arrival. Woman on a mission. It's an antique buffet that we will use as in entertainment center in the rent house, since we can't mount our T.V.'s on the walls! I can't wait to post a picture of it! But for now, it's upside-down, squeezed into the backseat of the Corolla, because I was a dummy and drove to a flea-market looking for a piece of furniture and drove a CAR instead of the SUV. Sometimes I amaze myself. 

The regular news? I looked at my schedule wrong this week and didn't show up to work last night. Needless to say, after recieving the call of, "Where the hell is your beautiful face. . ? . . You better get your keeser up here to work pronto!". . . . .  I was thankful for one more piece of good news: I had already taken an afternoon nap since the sickly-ness made me so tired. . . . . . . . . got assigned to Hall Monitor so I wouldn't get a chance to infect any little people, and therefore had plenty of time to finish reading my book and start a new one! 

All in all, I think the week is panning out pretty decent. Starting it with a mishap, mixed with a little positive is nothing short of normal these days.  

I promise to write something of substantial content soon. I've been preoccupied by a little chore called work. I think you may have heard of it before. Sometimes it sneaks up on me. Can you imagine all the words just building up in my head? If I don't get them out soon, my brain may explode. 

My epiphany moment of the day: when you look closely at the word "news", it starts to seem strangely simple. I keep thinking of just the word "new". . . . . and after adding a "s", it's all of a sudden a new word! Just one of those moments. I haven't even tapped in to any of the cough medicine with codeine yet!