I've Got Mail!!!

There was a package waiting for me today when I got home! Oh, Deb, you're so sweet and thoughtful. I'm on my way to water aerobics so I can't fully describe how delighted I am with my present, but I will in the very near future.

Survivor Recap

I bet a few of you thought I might have forgotten...not true. Just running a few days behind.

Oh the naive little souls over at La Mina. They think they have this perfect little alliance going on between the men. There is no way that four will make it to the final anything. I'd be surprised if they survive the merge. Does anyone else think they shot themselves in their collective foot by voting off Ruth Marie? Loyalty is a big component of this game. Namely you have to be loyal to yourself. And then you can be cautiously loyal to your alliance. Anyone with an eyeball could see that Ruth Marie would have been extremely loyal to her alliance (to the point of being disloyal to herself) right up until the point that she wasn't useful any longer. I swear...that is what makes me so nuts...these people do not think beyond that day. You have to think like you're going to make it to the final two and plan accordingly. If you don't then you end up in the mess the guys are going to find themselves in. That'd be my plan if I was on Survivor. But I'll never be on Survivor. First, I don't do dirt and bugs (or reptiles). Second, I don't do fish either...any kind of fish (except Gorton garlic herb fillets and I doubt that they'd offer that as a reward). Third, I do not like the idea of going without a shower and being able to wash my private parts. Well, my list could go on and on...I'm much more qualified to be a watcher than a participant.

Do you think they spent much money on Jeff's wardrobe? He is always wearing khaki pants and blue shirt? Am I the only one watching that closely? Boy when I watch tv I watch tv.

I love what is happening over at Casaya. Ceirre should be set if she'll just bide her time and let the group of four destroy themselves. The alliance of Courtney, Danielle, Aras, and Shane (the moron) will probably go by the way of the Casa de Charmine. That was the funniest thing! Anyway, I'm kinda changing my tune about Shane (nope...I do still think he's a scary moron) but he is kind of fun to watch. He adds some dynamic to the group.

It should start getting interesting!! Let me know what you think!

Power Of The Card

I'd bet that a lot of people dread going to the mailbox. Why? There is probably going to be a bill for something in there. And surrounding that will probably be some junk mail, maybe a catalogue. There just isn't anything of much interest waiting in most of our mailboxes. But, oh the pleasant surprise when there is a piece of snail mail from an old friend!

I love to send mail. Snail mail to be more accurate. It's probably my favorite form of communication. Yeah, I do send email (a few people probably wish I'd stop!) and I can talk on the phone (I just don't like to. My parents sure were glad that I skipped right over that teenage phase...lol.) but I love to send mail. I send a lot of cards and letters and occasionally there is the care package.

You might think I'm just a really sweet person for sending mail to others, but I have a hidden motive. I like to buy cards. I'm a card nut. If there was a fetish involving greeting cards I'd probably have to claim it. I could spend hours in a card shop. And there doesn't have to be a particular reason to buy a card. I don't limit myself to birthdays and holidays. I learned early on in college that a trip to the campus mailbox could make or break my day (or week or month or semester). There is just something not nice about opening an empty mailbox. Also, there is the whole element of surprise. You're not expecting a sweet note or snickery card to be there waiting for you. I don't always have the element of surprise because I can't keep anything a secret and I usually spill the beans and warn the recipient that it's coming. But, there are times when I restrain myself and just wait for the reply. I love it when I'm sending a care package and the post office guy asks if I'd like delivery confirmation. I just smile and say that I'll know when they get it.

I haven't made a list in a while (and in honor of this post) I thought I'd list a few of the saying on some of my favorite cards.

Front: A tall flagpole with a big pair of undies flying.
Inside: Congratulations on your big ass achievement.

Front: When you're feeling down just do what I do...
Inside: Make everyone else around you miserable!

Front: Happy Birthday (completely white background with black typewriter font)
Inside: They say the generic brand cards are just as good as name brand.

Front: Picture of Paul Revere and some Revolutionary soldiers
Inside: So apparently being a minute man used to be a good thing.

Front: A guy in prison striped black and white with a ball and chain
Inside: Enough about me...where did your parents go wrong?

Front: Cruise ship and paradise looking stuff and If it were MY birthday I'd take all my friends on an all-expenses-paid cruise to an EXOTIC island.
Inside: But that's just me. I'm sure your little cake and ice cream thing will be just fine.

And those are just a few. I figure that if I'm laughing out loud in the store then the person who gets the card will probably crack a smile at the mailbox.

So, as I eagerly await the arrive of my "care" package, I challenge you to take some time and send someone a little happiness through the mail!

Under The Gunn

Have you ever been attracted to someone and you just couldn't explain it? Well, I have one. One that I'm kinda embarrassed to admit.

I think Tim Gunn (Project Runway) is totally hot.

I know...I know. I can't explain it, but I'm certainly glad that it's always on at bedtime. He's just too cute. Maybe it's the white hair? Or that voice? Hmm I don't know, but I sure do enjoy whatever it is.

***Note to SNA: Today while I was out shopping I found Post-It Note brand note cards! How cool is that, but since I'm trying to limit myself I didn't buy any...today. I think it might be time for an intervention...lol.

For You Or Me?

I began my blogging adventure about eight months ago. I never thought I'd enjoy it so much. I figured that I'd faithfully write a few posts and then I'd start to slip. That is how it's always been with journaling I did in diaries. But, much to my surprise and delight, blogging was something that I quickly took a liking to doing. I usually blog once a day and I visit others' blogs at least once a day too. It's pretty addictive.

Lately though, I've begun to question why I blog. This is a question that I had when I first started too. I blog because I like to exercise my writing skills and also to record the ins and outs of my everyday life. But, am I writing for me or for you?

I think that when I first started out (and didn't have any readers) it was easy to make my posts personal. I wasn't writing to impress...simply to ponder and reflect on my life. And frankly, I was in a transition time in my life. Being able to write about the events (when I wasn't always able to talk about them to people in my real life) was really helpful to me. But then a few people became regulars (and I became a regular on their blog) and the type of post changed. I've never made stuff up to post...all this craziness really is my life, but some of the personal did start slipping in favor of posts that would be more entertaining. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

There are a few blogs that I read that just simply provide entertainment and I really enjoy those. Sometimes it's nice to just read good writing and make snickery (that's my new favorite word!) comments. There are some blogs that I read for an educational purpose. They keep me up to date on the goings on in the world. I'll be the first to confess that I'm not a person that watches the news or reads the newspaper. So, I'm thankful that there are blogs out there that satisfy that need. There are a couple of blogs that warm my heart because they are excellent accounts of faith. My faith is important to me so I get a very real blessing from reading them. And, last but not least, there are a few blogs that just keep me up to date with friends...especially those friends who are far away.

So, from now on, I'm going to try and balance my blog. I'm sure a few purely for your entertainment value posts will surface. And more posts that are of a more personal nature will also be coming. No matter what type of post ends up here, I hope that you'll continue to drop in and leave me comments. No matter how outrageous, funny, or full of advice I appreciate them all.

Not A Sport For Siblings

So, the Olympics have been on lately. Tonight, while waiting for Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy to come on, I watched a little ice dancing. That is a very beautiful and somewhat erotic sport. The partners are taking dance moves and putting them on the ice. It's amazing. I'm not what you'd call a natural born dancer...trust me...my gyrations to music when on one is looking would not be considered dancing. Anyway, back to ice dancing, there are lifts and twists and well all kinds of things that involve getting up close and personal with your partner. So wouldn't you agree that having your sibling for a partner might be awkward?

Kerr/Kerr is a brother and sister ice dancing team. They looked very nice out on the ice. Their moves were clean and they didn't make a mistake. But umm there just seems to be something weird sliding between your brother's legs. Maybe it's the fact that I'm an only child and I can't grasp the concept of having a sibling. Maybe I'm just looking at this from a really snickery point of view.

Either way...they did a good job, but I don't think I could get out there with my sibling.

It Smells Like Snow

It smells like snow today. For those of you whom the novelty of snow has worn off, you've probably forgotten the smell of snow. Allow me to remind you.

We don't see snow very often in Texas. And we always know when it's on it's way. There is a smell. When the air is extremely crisp and the wind settles deep into your bones that's when you smell snow. It's a different smell than rain...deeper, richer.

I'd bet that you're thinking I'm crazy, but it's true.

Yesterday after school another teacher and I had after school duty on the patio. I sniffed the air and smiled. She looked at me and said "Don't you just love the smell of snow?" It's not just me...we can smell it.

Today was a frigid 29 today. This morning as I left the house there were tiny freezies floating in the air. It may not turn into snow and leave my town covered in a blanket of white, but the smell was there. The wonderful fresh smell of snow.

Survivor Recap

I love Survivor! I do so enjoy it when the people that think they are so "in control" are voted out and its a complete shock to them.

Okay, there were only a few things of real interest from last night.

First, let's all be thankful that Cierre was covered. I don't know about you, but seeing her ample bosom falling out of her bathing suit was just too much last week. This is a family type show!

Second, SHANE IS A MORON. And now the moron has a seat. I was a little disappointed that they won the immunity challenge because I'd love to see Shane go. He was too funny when he said "This is Shane's thinking seat." Again...what moron.

Third, I found it very funny that after the other tribe voted to send Bruce back to Exile Island and the torrential rains started they wanted to stop and remember Bruce. They were all warm and dry in their tarped tent and poor Bruce is huddling up with a rock over his head. I'm so not cut out for Survivor!!

Fourth, Hahahahaha Misty. Flirting got her no where.

Okay, those of you that watch Survivor let me know what you thought. Maybe at Merge we can pick who we think are going to be the final two and then the Sole Survivor...what do you think?

Matters Of The Heart

Our family had some disheartening news given to us on Wednesday. I have very conflicted emotions regarding this and I always feel better when I can put them down on paper (or on the screen) and process them all in an organized fashion.

Several weeks ago, my great grandmother (who is living with my grandparents) noticed that her legs had started to swell. Her doctors assumed that it was related to some medication so they switched her doses, but the swelling continued. Then the pain started. After several tests, the news was not good. She has fluid build up that the doctors are certain will eventually (within the year) move up her body and finally surround her heart. When this happens several things could happen...all of which will end her life. Her daughter (my great aunt) works in the medical profession and said that she doesn't think she'll make it till her birthday (June). This is just one of many things that are wrong with Gran. She has begun showing signs of Alzheimer's. She has a heart condition. I can't help but wonder if the news was devastating for her...or brought relief.

And here lies my confusion. I love my Gran. I'm the first great grandchild so I have a very special connection with her. She loves when I write to her (and I do love to write!). She used to sit with me at the huge dining table and read everything I wrote. She always asked me to write to her...even if it was just about my goings and comings. I haven't written in a long time. Her eyes are very bad. For a while I'd type them out in an extra large font, but lately I've stopped all together. When I turned 21 her diamond earrings that my great grandfather gave her were passed down to me. Every year for Christmas I got crocheted house shoes and pot holders. I love her. But, in the last few years, she has become grouchy, judgmental, and mean. She isn't the Gran I remember.

I'm feeling both emotions...but mainly just relieved. Along with that comes shame. Shouldn't I be angry that death is coming for her? Shouldn't I want to cry and beg God not to take her? I don't. I'm relieved that her pain and suffering will be over. I'm relieved that the pressure and burden will no longer be on my grandparents.

I feel a sense of sadness. I feel loss, but not as keenly because the Gran I know and love has already gone. I know I'll grieve. But today...I just feel relieved.

I'm Addicted!

I hear that the first step in over coming an addiction is to admit that you're addicted. Well...I'm addicted. To posty notes. Yep, those little sticky sheets of paper. I'm not sure that I realized this was an addiction until I stepped into the classroom full time. I have sticky notes everywhere!

In the books.
On grade papers.
On papers to be graded.
Notes to myself.
Things I need to get done for the day.
Addresses and phone numbers.

Oh and did I mention that I'm a perfectionist about most things? If a word is misspelled (lets get serious...it usually is) I'll rip off the top note and I just can't describe the feelings that coarse through me when I think about that whole 4x4 space that is mine to use.

And my family is very supportive of my habit. For Christmas I got about four sticky note sets. Apple, S, shoe shaped ones. Ones that have cute little sayings on them. The kind that pharmaceutical reps give out (thanks Aunt D!). Anyway, at least I'm stocked up.

I need help.

Viva Valentine!

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

Here's a little side story for you.

Beware The Sucker:
Boy, how embarrassing would this be? You have a large heart sucker that you're just going to town on. It's filling your mouth with the sweet taste of strawberries and your saliva glands are producing over-time. Then you read something funny and a giggle escapes...right along with a bunch of that saliva that tastes like strawberries. Now you have little sugary drop stains on your shirt (and if you're of the female persuasion along the curve of your boobs) that you're frantically trying to dry before people see you. Boy, I'm sure glad that wasn't me.

Moral: Just swallow...it makes life so much more easier.

Boys Stink

Tonight was a disaster. It should have just been a good fun time with a friend, but nope...it ended with that guy going home early and alone and me going home later and frustrated.

Friend C and I were supposed to go and see a movie (Tristan And Isolde) tonight. She called last night and asked about inviting some guys. Okay, this was supposed to be a girlie night, but okay...I like guys. After much debate she decided to just leave it a girlie night. No pressure to look hot or anything...just a night out with the girl.

Somewhere between then and now, she flaked and changed her mind.

Tonight, about 20 minutes before we're supposed to meet, she calls and says "Umm...remember what we talked about last night? Well, I invited someone." Wonderful. Guy C is coming. I think guy C is pretty nice. I just am going to feel like the third wheel because friend C used to (probably still does) have a thing for guy C. I bring up my third-wheelness and she suggests calling that guy. I'm all for that, but there is a tricky line to walk because friend C fancies herself in love or lust or something with that guy. I follow the rule of chicks before dicks so therefore caution is required. So, she calls that guy. This is probably where the night began its slow painful death.

He was curious as to who would be there (she told him friends) and he then asks if she'd thought about inviting anyone else. First jerky move of the night...I'm not good enough to see a movie with? Shake it off girl...you've got a man to snag.

That guy and I are the first to arrive at the theater. He was extremely polite and so handsome in jeans! I began to think that things might have been umm stretched. He seemed happy enough to be seeing a movie in the same theater as me. Boy, girls in lust see only what they want to.

We sit down (friend C and her "date") between that guy and me. She mumbles sorry and I'm beginning to wonder if this was a horrible set up on friend C's part. We watch the movie. Somewhere during the movie that guy gets up and leaves. What? Yeah, he didn't care for the chick flick so he goes to another theater and watches what is playing there. Jerky move two...leaving the scene of a very bad set-up while leaving other helpless victims stranded in the third wheel position.

After the movie, he walks out and is again friendly....don't fall for it sister. The by now sickening duo want to go to Starbucks. That guy mentions he is hungry. I suggest IHOP. There is coffee and food...brilliant idea I think. That guy says I'll go anywhere. I begin thinking maybe there can be some salvaging done. I think that here is where the final plunge of the death to romantic feelings sword was inflicted. I wasn't sure about the location of the Starbucks. Friend C takes the opportunity to make sure I look very ridiculous because how long have I lived in this town? I hate coffee...can you blame me for not knowing where a COFFEE shop is located? That guy promptly decided he's not that hungry after all.

So, instead of having coffee and or a dessert at the Starbucks (which I now know for certain is located on B.G Road) he just leaves. Oh, well not before instructing us to be careful and have a good night. Jerky thing three...not knowing it would have been a better night if he'd not ditched me. I say me and mean me because by now it's painfully obvious that this was a "double-date".

This is one of those things I should just laugh off, but I like that guy and it's kind of stinging to know that he wasn't as interested. Oh well. So does anyone have any ideas to payback Friend C for her meddling ways...I'd hate for her kindness to go unrewarded.

Survivor Recap

Okay, I'm just letting you know right now that every Friday I'm going to post a Survivor Recap.

First of all....I just feel like I should say...

SHANE IS A MORON!

A self-proclaimed "34 year old going on 12", he's just a whiner. If you want to go home that bad then just go home. I would have voted him off. As a matter of fact, I'd probably vote for him EVERY time no matter what. (Incidentally, that's probably why I'm not a good choice for this show because I can't let stuff go. Seriously, I still occasionally stew over something that happened this past summer. Yeah, I know...I have an issue. But I'm sure you have yours too.) Anyway, Shane drives me batty.

What's her name that lost the fishing spear (see...she made quite an impression...lol). Okay, if you don't know anything about spear fishing and your tribe only has ONE spear...don't ask to be the first to use it. I do not fish. I would not have thought I could catch fish. If I can't fish in my own home town then what the heck would make me think I could fish in Panama? Well, nameless girl, takes out the only fast and efficient way of catching food and promptly shoots it off her arm. It sinks down to the bottom of the sea...right along with her chance at a million dollars.

Just for the record, I would hate to have to spend one minute on Exile Island let alone days.

I don't think that Melinda deserved to be voted out last night, but I do have to say that when you know your head is on the chopping block get off your butt and try and find a way to take it off. I swear, some people wouldn't know how to get into an alliance if they had a manuel as their luxury item.

Okay...now back to regularly scheduled posting!

The Importance Of Gas

Before I get started, I'd just like to point out that this is not that kind of a post. Yes, I do find that kind of bathroom humor funny (okay fine...extremely funny) but this isn't about that. Its about the natural kind of gas.

Last week, my dad noticed that the glass cap on the gas meter out behind our house was cracked. He likes to worry about stuff like that so he called out the gas company. They agreed that the meter would need to be replaced. To accomplish that, the gas would have to be turned off. No biggie...they'd turn it right back on. Well, when they went to turn it back on they did a pressure test. Apparently we had a gas leak somewhere. They would not be turning the gas back on. Just great.

My mom assured me that this would not be a problem; nevermind the fact that most of the appliances and heaters in the house run on gas. We have some hot plates...we can just heat water on there (for essential things like washing your face and cleaning the dishes). I have a YMCA membership...you can just shower there after swimming. We'll get out the crock pot and experiment for dinners. There are plenty of quilts and blankets for the bed...wear socks and long pjs. Yeah...we'll be just fine.

I'm going to let you in on a little secret or secrets as the case turned out to be. Hot plates don't heat anything nearly as fast as the stove does. I had to add about 15 minutes to my morning routine because I was waiting for the water to heat before I could wash my face. That's the first thing I do so there went my three snooze taps each morning. But, you'd be proud...I did learn to multitask and got my lunch made while I was waiting around in the kitchen.

The world is a backwards place when you put your dirty dishes in the dishwasher to hold them until you're ready to pull them out and wash them by hand.

Yes, the Y has showers. And they have hot water...something I was lacking at home. But, thanks to someone who kept talking about "going" in the shower, all I could think about was all the ickiness that had probably happened to the shower floor. Do you really think they clean those things? So, I pulled out my trusty shower shoes from college and made it work. Stinking just wasn't an option for me.

As for the crock pot...we eat out...a lot. But if you're interested my mom has a really good turkey and stuffing recipe that didn't turn out half bad.

Bedtime wasn't too bad. I normally wear long pjs and socks to bed year round. For some reason, I get extremely cold so the blankets were already on my bed. Thankfully, we didn't have any freezing night temperatures.

So, because I care about my readers so much, I've come up with an emergency plan for you just in case something like this should happen to you. Here it is: 1-800-448-2296 (that's the number for reservations at The Holiday Inn).

And finally, this sad tale does have a happy ending. The gas was turned back on Tuesday night after several days of inconvenience and $900 to replace the pipes. I've never been so happy to have gas!

The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Today I was payin' for my raisin'.

Let's just say that I hit my rebellious peak early. It started in Kindergarten and well continued right up through fifth grade. I talked back, I didn't share, I was bratty, I talked during class, I made fun of people, I bit other babies...well you get the point. Bad to the bone. My mom likes to say that they prayed every night for direction. They just couldn't understand what they were doing wrong. I like to say that they had it easy when the biggest thing I did wrong was talk back to the teacher...no wait I did forge my mom's signature once and then lied about it when I was caught. They are grateful that I didn't hit this peak during high school when the damage could have been really bad. I mean I didn't have strange friends. I didn't have a bad boyfriends. I didn't end up pregnant. I didn't do drugs. They had it relatively easy.

But today, I paid for everything I must have done or even thought about doing wrong when I was in elementary. Today, all the fifth grade teachers were out for various things. There were only subs. The kids must have smelled fresh blood when they stepped off the bus. How else do you explain the horrible rotten behavior? They talked back. They were rude. They refused to do their work. They rolled their eyes (a hot button of mine). They cheated on quizzes. They made fun of people. They did it all. If it was bad they did it. By 10:30am this morning I started fantasizing about bedtime. Anything to just make this day go away.

All this, well and the other five weeks I've been subbing in fifth grade, makes me wonder when did kids get this way? Sure I was a trouble maker in elementary, but I don't think I was this disrespectful. And I can say that my parents hardly ever sided with me...they took up with the teacher. I seriously had a moment of doubt that I was in the right profession when I thought they couldn't pay me enough to teach here for another second. I wanted to throw my hands up and walk out. Then I remembered that I am not in a position to throw my hands up and walk out. Darn. Anyway, tomorrow has to be better than today.

Ride A Cowboy

I did something tonight that I haven't done in several years. I had a "date night" with my daddy. I'm an only child, a girl to boot, and I don't always appreciate the things that my dad likes. I can't stand fishing....any part of it. It's torture. It's his favorite thing to do. I don't enjoy hunting. I do like shooting a gun, but the trying to blend in with the trees...not so much. I did enjoy football games but mostly because I liked watching the guys in their uniforms. Okay so what...I'm a little sexist. Anyway, all of that was said to make the point that we have "date nights" because we didn't get to spend a lot of time together doing things.

While I was growing up, at least once a month, Daddy and I would go and do something together that we both enjoyed. During football season it was Friday night home games. He loved telling me about the plays and found it really funny when I'd ask what inning we were in. Sometimes we'd go and see a movie. Several years back the Monster Truck Rally started making a yearly appearance and I discovered that I like big things that make a lot of noise. So, we both enjoy that. Here lately, we've bonded over NASCAR.

I think that it's important that we find some common ground. My father has worked hard his whole life for his family. He held down two jobs while I was in college so that I wouldn't be as in debt when I got out. He's always there for me. He loves to help me out anyway he can. And sometimes I don't appreciate that, but there is one thing that I will know for certain for as long as I live. My father loves me.

Now, as for tonight's date. I bought tickets to a bull riding event that came to town. Daddy and I spend a lot of time watching bull riding on OLN. Anyway, as part of his birthday present I forked over an outrageous amount of money and got us second row seats right in front of the chute. There weren't any wrecks but there were some really good rides. Usually I'm not the cowboy type but these guys were hot tonight.

I think the cutest cowboy there sat right next to me. He was probably six or seven. Before the event started they were playing some country songs and Big and Rich's Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy came on. This little guy got up and started dancing and singing along. He knew every word...it was too cute. His father got a kick out of him too. He looked over at me and I winked at him. My reward was a huge grin and little more booty shaking! And speaking of shaking, there was a girl in the row in front of us that was getting her groove on. She was busting out moves that I didn't learn till college. Watch out guys...this girl should come with a warning.

Tonight was a lot of fun! It's nights like this that put to rest any fears or doubts that my father was disappointed to have a make up wearing, shopping addicted girly girl instead of a son.

Currently Unavailable

GGGRRRR. Sometimes I really hate the internet! Here I am, just simply trying to look at my blog and all I can get is that The Page Your Are Trying To View Is Currently Unavailable line. Now the really funny part of this is that I can get to my dashboard and type this post, but can I look at my blog. No. What a pain.

One Of Those Days

Today a lot of bloggable things happened. Each could have it's own post but I'm lazy and besides who would read four different posts?

First, today was my last day at the scrapbook store. I was a little sad and a whole lot excited. It was weird because there was no fanfare. Not that I needed a parade or anything. All I got was a little "see you around". But, I did enjoy working there and I will be back. That is the best scrapbooking place around.

Second, I met with the teacher that I'm going to be subbing for for at least the next month. I'm actually going to be doing the real thing...lesson plans, grades, tests, TAKS prep. I should be getting paid more than I am. Yeah...I'm bitter about it. But she was really nice and I adore the women that also teach in that grade. If only I could take them with me wherever I end up.

Third, I ate at one of my favorite places today. I love Taco Bueno. And for those of you who don't have one...poor you. The food is great. The service isn't. The following just drives me batty. Most people that know me will tell you that I'm pretty tough when it comes to wait staff at restaurants and drive through windows. Today, this is pretty much how the conversation went:
Drive Through Board Voice: "So that's a beef nacho salad and a medium Coke. Would you like hot sauce with that?"
Steff: "No. But could you please put in some extra napkins."
Drive Through Board Voice: "Sure. Your total is $4.22. Please pull around."
Drive Through Window Face: "Here is your order."
Steff (as she pulls out the hot sauce to hand back to the window face) "I didn't ask for hot sauce. As a matter of fact I actually said no the hot sauce."
Drive Through Window Face: "Sorry but we can't take food back once it's left the building."
Steff: "What?! This hasn't been anywhere but in your hands and in this sack."
Drive Through Window Face: "Sorry ma'am. That's our policy."
Steff: "Then why even bother to ask me if you're going to give it to me anyway?"
Drive Through Window Face (now starting to realize she should have just taken the freakin' hot sauce back) "Well, I didn't actually ask. The person taking the order asks and the person who sacks up the food puts the hot sauce in the bag."
Steff: "Your system sucks lady."

I was already pissed about the dang hot sauce. Imagine my displeasure when I got to my lunch table and didn't have a single napkin. Good thing I wasn't still on the property!

Fourth, my cordless mouse is dying. His batteries are starting to go. If I want to scroll around or click on something I have to pick him up and turn him over and push the white connect button. One would have assumed that I'd just get up and riffle thought the drawer for some new batteries. Umm did I mention that I'm kind of lazy tonight? Maybe picking him up and turning him over is therapeutic or something. I don't know.

It's late and I'm tired.

Survivor Junkie!!!

I LOVE Survivor!!! I'm excited that the new season is starting tonight.

How about that...short and sweet?!