Rain, Rain, Go Away!

The sun is shining. The ground is dry. The wind is quiet. I pull up to a stop sign behind a maroon Subaru Legacy. I suppose I now have a wonderful reason for my hatred of these vehicles. The wagon thing is a full car's length behind the stop line. I'm pondering the horn honk to inspire the white haired driver to pull up to the line to at least have a view of the on-coming traffic. I noticed that the windshield wipers are on. Not just on to wipe away the cleaner from the car, but typhoon rain style on.

Windshield wipers must be the new blinking turn signal.

Shocker.

So the French finally report that bin Ladin isn't dead. Who's shocked?

BAH!

The first day back from vacation.... Who doesn't look forward to floods of emails, mounds of paperwork, and numerous impatient phone calls. And all of it is so urgent that it should be given immediate attention before some catastrophic result actually occurs. And yet, I attended a training class. Given by the Crisis Prevention Institute.

When I was volunteered by my boss' boss to attend, I figured it had to be both relevant and interesting. Unfortunately, it was a "foundation" class. If anyone has ever been placed into Bio 001 at the University level, you have an idea of the lobotomy inducing monotony of such a training class. We learned that people become anxious and defensive before becoming violent. And its best to keep them from becoming violent. Um, really? I try to pick fights with the armed shoplifters I apprehend on a daily basis. I guess I've been doing it wrong for the past three years. Crap.

And you know the worst part? The flood of emails, mound of paperwork and numerous impatient phone calls are still waiting one more day for my return.

Thank you

Thanks, Mom. I love the purse and the jeans and the perfume.

Thanks, Steph. The tiara and GG season 4.

Thanks, Kari. I'm very excited about Girl's Day Out.

Thanks, Nana. I can't wait to buy the ring.

Thanks, Mel. I love prolonging my birthday month.

Thanks, Me. I think a dragonfly is perfect.

Know what makes getting up at 3:30 in the morning to take Inventory a-ok? Getting a "Happy Birthday Month" cake from your boss.

Happy Birthday Month To Me!

I celebrate my birthday for a whole month - 2 weeks before and 2 weeks after. So we're one week into the celebration right now. And the guy I'm "seeing" took me out for my birthday date Friday. He's going to be in a poker tournament or something on my actual birthday. He was actually honest about it. And it was a wonderful date. But dang.

Funny Girl

Most of the time, I can't tell a story to save my life. And most of my friends are aware that when I sit tall and declare that I have an amazingly funny tale to relate, they will not find it humorous, nor will they see that it is a complete store.

See, my problem is not in my manner of telling the story. I build the climax quite well. I create suspense, relate drama, even give detailed scenery. But the point of the story is usually so mundane to everyone else. The best part is, how funny I am to me.

How sad...

I found nothing to buy at the mall today.

Nor was I allowed to fetch shoes at the mall for our RM.

But I didn't have a heart attack!

A trip to Minnesota

-21 Police Officers along the way
-$5 to linedance, except it was a special night, and linedancing wasn't allowed. so instead we watched b-rate fatty strippers dance in too tight spanky pants.
-Kip Blackshire
-football in the park

Love Affair

I hate doing laundry. I don't think I know anyone that actually enjoys it. I procrastinate until I'm out of clean underwear that I want to wear or until I'm out of matching socks. And then I do the very minimum to get me through. When I finally do all of my laundry, it's like going shopping all over again. Clothes I forgot I had are pretty, clean and shining like the first day I owned them.

Dream Car

Someday, i want to drive a white four door beater SUV. Preferably one with bald tires. They have this way about them. Talking on cell phones, creating lanes, cutting you off. If having a white four door beater SUV makes that possible, oh the fun i will have!

back in mil-town

Yes, the trip was fun. No, i don't really want to be back. Yes, i'll get over it.

I won't bore you with mundane reasons why I think boys are stupid, yet again. I will simply say, "I told you so" to myself and move on with life. Perhaps I'll also pose a question: Why must we act like seventh graders at a school dance?

In Kansas now

yes, the plane trip was survivable. I beat the odds (or rather overcame the challenge of smelly children in the row in front of me), and safely arrived in Kansas City.

Tomorrow: BARBEQUE!

blisters

The fun part of blisters is when you get to pop them. So how dumb is it that my blister just sort of shriveled up and healed. Where is the puss? Where is the pain? Hello!

brand new

So being all new and not sure what to do... I guess I could pretend this was a "Dear Diary" sort of thing.

I'm very excited to head home for Christmas. Christmas in February! Yes, I'll be the girl on the plane listening to Christmas music with my headphones and singing along at the top of my lungs. I love being the annoying one for once. Muwahahaha.