I have this week off.
For camp.
I'm going to a friend's house tonight and am leaving for camp at 8 AM.
No bloggy for you this week.
How tragic.
See ya lata.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
The Thing With The Guy In The Place
I'm not, by definition, boy-crazy. Now, before all of the via-comment eyerolls come, hear me out. I'm not the typical high school girl, writing my name on notebooks with some guys last name. Nor am I the girl who changes crushes like t-shirts. The fastest I have gone from liking to being over someone is 6 months. I know that there is a difference between thinking someone is amazingly cute and liking them. I am the girl who liked a boy for 10 years, until her cousin beat the notion out of her. I'm not insanely boy-crazy or a flirt by any means.
I have,however, liked this one guy for about a year now. He's pretty much one of the awesomest person you will ever meet. I've known him for about 10 years and he's always been important to me and he's a good friend.
Regardless, I was mortified when I started liking him. I thought it was insane. This was not the kind of guy I normally went for. I COULDN'T like him that way. I didn't tell anyone for 7 months that I liked him. This was my buddy, nothing more.But he wasn't now and he was just kinda stuck there and all I could think was how much I hated liking him. I had been down the friend-to-crush road already and that is the furthest thing from pretty I can think of.
Sure enough, the situation has caused a bazillion problems, and it's a very lucky thing that I'm still friends with the guy, because for a while I didn't think we were going to be.
Those of you who know me probably have figured out who the guy is by now, after reading this blog over the past year. Therefore, you will most likely strongly amen the next paragraph.
Over the past couple weeks I have thought. A lot. And I have come to a conclusion that is so far from new, but doesn't suck less anytime that I realize it.
It's never going to happen.
I have a whole list of reasons why. And I keep saying, "Well, what if..." No! No what-if-ing. Not. Going. To. Happen.
Period.
Luckily, much like with 9YG, a few people that do know were more enlightened than I cared for them to be and told me just that. And I hated it. I wanted to punch them. And I hated it more.
But here's what is different. I have decided that I MUST get over him. Must. Because the faster I do that, the faster I get my just-friend back. Which is what I really want.
Isn't it?
(Note: feel free to leave your amens in the comments, just don't name names or your reasons why it wouldn't work out because I have enough, mmmk?)
I have,however, liked this one guy for about a year now. He's pretty much one of the awesomest person you will ever meet. I've known him for about 10 years and he's always been important to me and he's a good friend.
Regardless, I was mortified when I started liking him. I thought it was insane. This was not the kind of guy I normally went for. I COULDN'T like him that way. I didn't tell anyone for 7 months that I liked him. This was my buddy, nothing more.But he wasn't now and he was just kinda stuck there and all I could think was how much I hated liking him. I had been down the friend-to-crush road already and that is the furthest thing from pretty I can think of.
Sure enough, the situation has caused a bazillion problems, and it's a very lucky thing that I'm still friends with the guy, because for a while I didn't think we were going to be.
Those of you who know me probably have figured out who the guy is by now, after reading this blog over the past year. Therefore, you will most likely strongly amen the next paragraph.
Over the past couple weeks I have thought. A lot. And I have come to a conclusion that is so far from new, but doesn't suck less anytime that I realize it.
It's never going to happen.
I have a whole list of reasons why. And I keep saying, "Well, what if..." No! No what-if-ing. Not. Going. To. Happen.
Period.
Luckily, much like with 9YG, a few people that do know were more enlightened than I cared for them to be and told me just that. And I hated it. I wanted to punch them. And I hated it more.
But here's what is different. I have decided that I MUST get over him. Must. Because the faster I do that, the faster I get my just-friend back. Which is what I really want.
Isn't it?
(Note: feel free to leave your amens in the comments, just don't name names or your reasons why it wouldn't work out because I have enough, mmmk?)
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
PETA is at it again...
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
As my aunts and cousin rejoice....
Shall we rewind about a year?
I went to the store with my Aunt Julie, Aunt Kim, and Tiffany, and they tried to get me to buy hair products. My response was such-
"$4 for shampoo? Are you kidding me?"
"Do I really need an ionic blowdryer?"
"Why?"
Today was just sad. Have a look at the damage I did today-
Yes, readers. There are, in this photo, 3 Aussie products, 4 body sprays, a bottle of Liz Claiborne Curve, Heat Protection Spray, Nail Polish remover, a blowdryer (ionic), and a manicure set. There are also two Cato shirts. And yes, miracle of miracles, one of them is hot pink. HOT! PINK!
Pink, I tell you!
Let's start with the silky shirt, though. It has capped sleeves, so it will have a yet-unpurchased shirt under it. It's silky and shiny and makes me look really good.
This is pink. I could not pass it up. It hides the right stuff and makes me look gorgeous. I love, love, LOVE this shirt.
And yet, the best buy of the day.
These are STILETTOS, people. I have never owned a pair with heels this big. And they are so cute. 
With 3-inch heels, they kinda had to be, though. But wait! There's more.
These are STEVE MADDEN stilettos! Those things are like, $70-80. Mine were $4. And they are real! See? Here's the brand!
Once again, I love thrift stores!
I went to the store with my Aunt Julie, Aunt Kim, and Tiffany, and they tried to get me to buy hair products. My response was such-
"$4 for shampoo? Are you kidding me?"
"Do I really need an ionic blowdryer?"
"Why?"
Today was just sad. Have a look at the damage I did today-
Yes, readers. There are, in this photo, 3 Aussie products, 4 body sprays, a bottle of Liz Claiborne Curve, Heat Protection Spray, Nail Polish remover, a blowdryer (ionic), and a manicure set. There are also two Cato shirts. And yes, miracle of miracles, one of them is hot pink. HOT! PINK!Pink, I tell you!
Let's start with the silky shirt, though. It has capped sleeves, so it will have a yet-unpurchased shirt under it. It's silky and shiny and makes me look really good.
This is pink. I could not pass it up. It hides the right stuff and makes me look gorgeous. I love, love, LOVE this shirt.And yet, the best buy of the day.
These are STILETTOS, people. I have never owned a pair with heels this big. And they are so cute. 
With 3-inch heels, they kinda had to be, though. But wait! There's more.
These are STEVE MADDEN stilettos! Those things are like, $70-80. Mine were $4. And they are real! See? Here's the brand!
Once again, I love thrift stores!
Monday, June 23, 2008
This Having A Job Stuff Ruins My Bloggy Presence.....
Dear God almighty! It should NOT be a normal occurance to have 4 days with the absence of my mediocre blogging. Not that you guys are in love with the blog and care. It just feels weird.
Readers Digest version of my weekend-
Way too early morning shift; Bible Quiz Finals;Dinner at Damon's; late night TV complete with Pepperidge Farm cookies; ballet flats died and thrown away; Garrett's birthday Saturday; Toledo won at Finals; being timer at a quiz is God-awful boring; dinner at Cracker Barrel and lengthy discussion about WW2; breaking to Janica that I am not in the in-crowd (she assured me that I'm cool anyway);best friend's graduation party; my cousin, whom she is going out with, is a jerk;my hair was really cute last night.
There may be some in-depth explanatory blogs on some of that, but it's not likely.
Senior Mentor orientation/training session today. Rachel and I had the opportunity to drool over ESIG for 4 hours.
Jesus loves me.
Long story about the droolage. One which is not blogworthy, in my opinion. Okay, blogworthy, yes, appreciated by many, no.
In short, the session concluded with the following discussion-
"He's such a hottie."
"Trust me. I know."
"No. You don't even understand. He's stinking HOT."
"I know."
"Drool."
"You aren't kidding."
We got so much out of those stupid break-out sessions.
Oh. Also, someone approached me today and asked the following.
"Hey, do you know Mr.X?"
Are you kidding? Is he following me to SCHOOL now?
"Yeah, we went out for a while."
"Oh. Well he's in Key Club with me and asked if I knew you. He seems really quiet."
"He is until he knows you better. Then he won't shut up."
Why can't he just go away?
Why?
Readers Digest version of my weekend-
Way too early morning shift; Bible Quiz Finals;Dinner at Damon's; late night TV complete with Pepperidge Farm cookies; ballet flats died and thrown away; Garrett's birthday Saturday; Toledo won at Finals; being timer at a quiz is God-awful boring; dinner at Cracker Barrel and lengthy discussion about WW2; breaking to Janica that I am not in the in-crowd (she assured me that I'm cool anyway);best friend's graduation party; my cousin, whom she is going out with, is a jerk;my hair was really cute last night.
There may be some in-depth explanatory blogs on some of that, but it's not likely.
Senior Mentor orientation/training session today. Rachel and I had the opportunity to drool over ESIG for 4 hours.
Jesus loves me.
Long story about the droolage. One which is not blogworthy, in my opinion. Okay, blogworthy, yes, appreciated by many, no.
In short, the session concluded with the following discussion-
"He's such a hottie."
"Trust me. I know."
"No. You don't even understand. He's stinking HOT."
"I know."
"Drool."
"You aren't kidding."
We got so much out of those stupid break-out sessions.
Oh. Also, someone approached me today and asked the following.
"Hey, do you know Mr.X?"
Are you kidding? Is he following me to SCHOOL now?
"Yeah, we went out for a while."
"Oh. Well he's in Key Club with me and asked if I knew you. He seems really quiet."
"He is until he knows you better. Then he won't shut up."
Why can't he just go away?
Why?
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Stay Tuned
When I'm actually coherent, there will be a post on my mad dash to work at 5:30 this morning.AS it's 5:55 now, you can probably guess that I'm not still there. I'm currently going back to bed. Details later.
Stupid Muffin.
Stupid Muffin.
Stupid Muffin.
Stupid Muffin.
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Monday, June 16, 2008
I Have Found True Love.....
People, I love my camera. It is just so....wow.
The face-detection thing is overrated, but that's okay. I can take great videos...it's amazing.
The face-detection thing is overrated, but that's okay. I can take great videos...it's amazing.
Alison does not do the priest from the Princess Bride justice, but that's not my beloved camera's fault.
But yes. There have been no cut-off heads with this camera. Which is wonderful.
See?
Ahhh....Wuv...Twue Wuv....
Me and my camera...together forever....
Or until technology becomes more advanced, I become richer, and become bored, which is quite a while away.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
FYI
Folks, if the neon lights on a coffee drive-thru are off, and the sign is switched to "closed", it is likely that the shop is just that. Closed. So, it is not your barista's fault that she can't make your frozen drink. If you waited 10 minutes, we opened at 7. It is not appropriate, in this situation, to sigh loudly and roll your eyes. I'm sure the Starbucks which you drove across the parking lot to will appreciate your business. Also, THEY are the ones that have frappaccinos. That is a trademarked name. Not all cofee and milk, frozen, delicious drinks are called that. If you order that again without looking at the menu and seeing that they are called Java Shakes, I may reach thru the service window and beat you senselessly.
Moron.
Moron.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
In Regards to Last Week's Nomination....
Better late than never, right?Obama '08!
P.S. The site that this came from- awesome.
Monday, June 9, 2008
My Epiphany
You are not a god
Created by human hands
You are not a god
Dependant on any mortal man
You are not a god
In need of anything we can give
By Your plan, that's just the way it is
You are God alone
From before time began
You were on Your throne
Your are God alone
And right now
In the good times and bad
You are on Your throne
You are God alone
So, I had this really long post, and then, because my life just can't be simple, the computer went out out and I lost it. So, I'm going to cut to the chase and just put in the good part instead of all of the fluff I had before.
If you read over the last couple suicidal blog posts, usually referring to some kind of water, you can probably guess my life hasn't been sunshine and roses lately. I've got a college, missions trip, job, school, and various other issues to worry about. I feel like I'm smacking my head against the wall with life right now. It's kinda, okay, really crappy, actually.
Here's the thing I realized tonight. It sounds dumb, but I guess it just kinda hit me tonight. I felt like God kinda was talking to me and trying to explain what's going on. Here, in "me-terms", is what that conversation would have gone like:
"Dude, are you stupid or just blind?"
"Um, God, aren't you being a little harsh?"
"Well, being merciful and loving wasn't really getting through to you."
"True. I am kinda thick-skulled."
"I know. Anyway. Why are you stressing out?"
"Have you seen my life lately, God? Stupid question, yes, but fair."
"Yeah. Why are you handling this yourself?"
"Because I have been praying and fasting and it seems like you don't want to help me. Where else am I supposed to turn, God?"
"Did you ever think that maybe I am helping you?"
"How, exactly?"
"You do realize that I have a plan for everything?"
"So I've heard. Still waiting on that plan."
"Just because I have one, doesn't mean that you know about it. That's why I'm God and you aren't."
"I'm sure many people are thankful for that."
"Indeed. You can't even keep your room clean."
"Not to be rude, God, but can we stay on subject? I mean, if it's okay with you?"
"Sure. Anyway, like I said, I have this all under control."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Dude. Does the term 'omniscient' mean anything to you?"
"Good point. But are you sure you don't want my input?"
"I'm sure. If I want to know what you think, I don't really have to ask."
"That's true."
"I know."
"So what am I supposed to do? I can't really just let it all blow over can I?"
"No. Just keep praying and fasting. I've kept you this far, haven't I?"
"Well, yeah.....but...God....with colleges, and this missions trip, and the guy stuff, and everything else....well, God... I think I'm in over my head, God!"
"You are, kiddo."
"Gee, thanks."
"But do you remember about that story about Peter? And the storm?"
"Uh-huh."
"I can walk on water. It's not over my head."
"But I'm not you, God. I can't walk on the water."
"No, YOU can't. But you ARE my child. And I can carry you over it."
Created by human hands
You are not a god
Dependant on any mortal man
You are not a god
In need of anything we can give
By Your plan, that's just the way it is
You are God alone
From before time began
You were on Your throne
Your are God alone
And right now
In the good times and bad
You are on Your throne
You are God alone
So, I had this really long post, and then, because my life just can't be simple, the computer went out out and I lost it. So, I'm going to cut to the chase and just put in the good part instead of all of the fluff I had before.
If you read over the last couple suicidal blog posts, usually referring to some kind of water, you can probably guess my life hasn't been sunshine and roses lately. I've got a college, missions trip, job, school, and various other issues to worry about. I feel like I'm smacking my head against the wall with life right now. It's kinda, okay, really crappy, actually.
Here's the thing I realized tonight. It sounds dumb, but I guess it just kinda hit me tonight. I felt like God kinda was talking to me and trying to explain what's going on. Here, in "me-terms", is what that conversation would have gone like:
"Dude, are you stupid or just blind?"
"Um, God, aren't you being a little harsh?"
"Well, being merciful and loving wasn't really getting through to you."
"True. I am kinda thick-skulled."
"I know. Anyway. Why are you stressing out?"
"Have you seen my life lately, God? Stupid question, yes, but fair."
"Yeah. Why are you handling this yourself?"
"Because I have been praying and fasting and it seems like you don't want to help me. Where else am I supposed to turn, God?"
"Did you ever think that maybe I am helping you?"
"How, exactly?"
"You do realize that I have a plan for everything?"
"So I've heard. Still waiting on that plan."
"Just because I have one, doesn't mean that you know about it. That's why I'm God and you aren't."
"I'm sure many people are thankful for that."
"Indeed. You can't even keep your room clean."
"Not to be rude, God, but can we stay on subject? I mean, if it's okay with you?"
"Sure. Anyway, like I said, I have this all under control."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Dude. Does the term 'omniscient' mean anything to you?"
"Good point. But are you sure you don't want my input?"
"I'm sure. If I want to know what you think, I don't really have to ask."
"That's true."
"I know."
"So what am I supposed to do? I can't really just let it all blow over can I?"
"No. Just keep praying and fasting. I've kept you this far, haven't I?"
"Well, yeah.....but...God....with colleges, and this missions trip, and the guy stuff, and everything else....well, God... I think I'm in over my head, God!"
"You are, kiddo."
"Gee, thanks."
"But do you remember about that story about Peter? And the storm?"
"Uh-huh."
"I can walk on water. It's not over my head."
"But I'm not you, God. I can't walk on the water."
"No, YOU can't. But you ARE my child. And I can carry you over it."
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Sanyo Xacti VPC-S770= Love
One of the (few) pros about working second shift is that I'm so busy that I don't have time to spend my money. I've had a pretty good idea for a while now what I was going to buy once I had money, and after Saturday, when I get paid, I will finally get it. I'm so incredibly psyched.
I have always wanted my own digital camera, and this one is the one that I picked. It's totally awesome and not all that expensive. It has face detection, people! As in, it detects faces! Have you SEEN all the problems we have with not locking people's faces when my friends and I take pictures? Things like this happen-
See? Note how Alison and Rachol have their heads cut out?
I can't wait for Saturday
I have always wanted my own digital camera, and this one is the one that I picked. It's totally awesome and not all that expensive. It has face detection, people! As in, it detects faces! Have you SEEN all the problems we have with not locking people's faces when my friends and I take pictures? Things like this happen-
See? Note how Alison and Rachol have their heads cut out?
I can't wait for Saturday
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Summer So Far
Well, how my first day of summer vacation went depends on how you define "good" and what part of the day you're looking at.
I made lots in tips yesterday. And then some crotchety old woman came through, said her iced coffee tasted funny, wouldn't give me a reason why exactly it tasted funny, and demanded a refund so that she could go to Starbucks across the parking lot. I had never dealt with a refund before, so thank God my boss called later on and told me to take the tips which I had used to refund her out of the cash register and put a note in saying why it was short. Apparently you aren't supposed to pay for the refunds of crotchety old ladies out of your tips. You're just supposed to leave a note saying that there was a refund, which made it short. Boo, old lady. Boo!
However, directly after she went through, a really cute guy came through and gave me a tip. It was all good.
Rachel came over after work and I bought ice cream with my newly cashed first paycheck. Okay, actually I paid for it out of my tips, but is that really important? So we watched 27 Dresses and she stayed over.
I also had to babysit next door yesterday....okay, scratch that, I was supposed to be babysitting. My junior was home from college and since I hadn't seen her since she left, I got to hang out with her. Her dad told me when I got there that she was there and I could stay if I wanted in case Rachel (my junior) wanted to go out with friends or whatever. I told them that they didn't have to pay me, but they did anyway.I essentially got paid to hang out. How cool is that.
So, on a grading scale, I would rate my first day of summer a B. A solid B teetering on a B-. At least I have 12 weeks to pull that up.
I made lots in tips yesterday. And then some crotchety old woman came through, said her iced coffee tasted funny, wouldn't give me a reason why exactly it tasted funny, and demanded a refund so that she could go to Starbucks across the parking lot. I had never dealt with a refund before, so thank God my boss called later on and told me to take the tips which I had used to refund her out of the cash register and put a note in saying why it was short. Apparently you aren't supposed to pay for the refunds of crotchety old ladies out of your tips. You're just supposed to leave a note saying that there was a refund, which made it short. Boo, old lady. Boo!
However, directly after she went through, a really cute guy came through and gave me a tip. It was all good.
Rachel came over after work and I bought ice cream with my newly cashed first paycheck. Okay, actually I paid for it out of my tips, but is that really important? So we watched 27 Dresses and she stayed over.
I also had to babysit next door yesterday....okay, scratch that, I was supposed to be babysitting. My junior was home from college and since I hadn't seen her since she left, I got to hang out with her. Her dad told me when I got there that she was there and I could stay if I wanted in case Rachel (my junior) wanted to go out with friends or whatever. I told them that they didn't have to pay me, but they did anyway.I essentially got paid to hang out. How cool is that.
So, on a grading scale, I would rate my first day of summer a B. A solid B teetering on a B-. At least I have 12 weeks to pull that up.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Catch Up
I haven't blogged, like, actual blogging, in forever. It's kinda sad really. Because lots has gone on.
So, let's start with the obvious, I am now a Senior in high school, Hallelujah, praise the Lamb. I only have one more year before I am out of there. And this year, I'm not even going to be at the actual High School the whole time, because I'll be doing Teacher Academy and night classes at COTC a few days a week. My guidance counselor is forcing me to take a study hall against my will next year, even though she's probably right in doing so. Here's the thing though, I hate, hate, hate study halls. I feel like I'm wasting a credit. She's like, you have all the credits you need either taken or scheduled, so you're good. I don't believe her. I'm emailing her and seeing if I can just take a study hall 2nd semester and take creative writing 1st semester. I've been waiting all year to do so and just now have the room in my schedule. I'm dying to take it. Either that or expository writing (journalism). The only parts I really like about English are the reading and the writing (I'm a grammar Nazi already, I don't need more reasons to be one) and with writing, I loooove writing stories. That's really what I liked about 8th grade English. No gerunds, infinitives, and participles, but TONS of creative writing. And I've got the reading covered WITHOUT the class, so I'm good.
Speaking of school, Rachol graduated yesterday. I was invited to go, and then a special visitor showed up for her, too. My cousin showed up with roses for her. It was sweet. I'm incredibly jealous. Anyway, she was awarded a pin for being consistently on the merit roll and we all cheered for her. We didn't have a bullhorn like one person's family in the crowd, but we compensated for it. I have pictures, but currently can't upload them. Poo.
Work is also wonderful. I love my job. I got my first paycheck on Saturday and was beyond psyched to have it. However, the rest of Saturday was kind of cruddy. I pulled a ten, yes, TEN hour day. I know I'm going to get comments from people saying, "Oh....nerr na ner....ten hours isn't so bad....nerr nerr..." but, hey, I was the one in the little box in 82 degree weather and when you're making a horrible mess of steamed milk and chocolate-mint lattes, and your computer overheats so that you can't use it and your only comfort is that, hey, these customers are sometimes pretty nice and as an added bonus, they sometimes tip me, and hey, I usually love my job, and hey, look! my friend is driving through (also Rachol), 10 hours is a very, very, very long day. Worth it, but long.
I also was at Dawn's this week. Like, more time than usual. I went there after exams on Wednesday until I had to go to work. And then went there after exams on Friday and stayed the night (in the middle of that HUGE thunderstorm and tornado watch. Oh, that was fun.) and then went there last night for a cookout. Too many small children + Trampoline + "Becky, let's play popcorn!!!"x the many small children asking= The Muffin's insanity. Remind me again why I want so many kids?
Oh, speaking of Dawn's cookout, I got to talk to another blogger yesterday in real life! Apparently, she has a voice and doesn't just sound like a typing keyboard! Shocker, I know! I was so not expecting that. It was fun though, despite John's whininess because he doesn't understand how people can stay on the phone for long periods of time. That also might have had something to do with the fact that it was his phone. He was supposed to be fixing bike's for small children anyway, so I don't know what the big deal was.
So, finally, my agenda for this week. *clears throat* Sleep in, work, sleep in, work, sleep in, work, go to church, sleep in, go to work, sleep in, go to work, possibly wake up very early, possibly go to work, go to HOP party at Carolyn's house, sleep.
Sounds like a blast, right?
So, let's start with the obvious, I am now a Senior in high school, Hallelujah, praise the Lamb. I only have one more year before I am out of there. And this year, I'm not even going to be at the actual High School the whole time, because I'll be doing Teacher Academy and night classes at COTC a few days a week. My guidance counselor is forcing me to take a study hall against my will next year, even though she's probably right in doing so. Here's the thing though, I hate, hate, hate study halls. I feel like I'm wasting a credit. She's like, you have all the credits you need either taken or scheduled, so you're good. I don't believe her. I'm emailing her and seeing if I can just take a study hall 2nd semester and take creative writing 1st semester. I've been waiting all year to do so and just now have the room in my schedule. I'm dying to take it. Either that or expository writing (journalism). The only parts I really like about English are the reading and the writing (I'm a grammar Nazi already, I don't need more reasons to be one) and with writing, I loooove writing stories. That's really what I liked about 8th grade English. No gerunds, infinitives, and participles, but TONS of creative writing. And I've got the reading covered WITHOUT the class, so I'm good.
Speaking of school, Rachol graduated yesterday. I was invited to go, and then a special visitor showed up for her, too. My cousin showed up with roses for her. It was sweet. I'm incredibly jealous. Anyway, she was awarded a pin for being consistently on the merit roll and we all cheered for her. We didn't have a bullhorn like one person's family in the crowd, but we compensated for it. I have pictures, but currently can't upload them. Poo.
Work is also wonderful. I love my job. I got my first paycheck on Saturday and was beyond psyched to have it. However, the rest of Saturday was kind of cruddy. I pulled a ten, yes, TEN hour day. I know I'm going to get comments from people saying, "Oh....nerr na ner....ten hours isn't so bad....nerr nerr..." but, hey, I was the one in the little box in 82 degree weather and when you're making a horrible mess of steamed milk and chocolate-mint lattes, and your computer overheats so that you can't use it and your only comfort is that, hey, these customers are sometimes pretty nice and as an added bonus, they sometimes tip me, and hey, I usually love my job, and hey, look! my friend is driving through (also Rachol), 10 hours is a very, very, very long day. Worth it, but long.
I also was at Dawn's this week. Like, more time than usual. I went there after exams on Wednesday until I had to go to work. And then went there after exams on Friday and stayed the night (in the middle of that HUGE thunderstorm and tornado watch. Oh, that was fun.) and then went there last night for a cookout. Too many small children + Trampoline + "Becky, let's play popcorn!!!"x the many small children asking= The Muffin's insanity. Remind me again why I want so many kids?
Oh, speaking of Dawn's cookout, I got to talk to another blogger yesterday in real life! Apparently, she has a voice and doesn't just sound like a typing keyboard! Shocker, I know! I was so not expecting that. It was fun though, despite John's whininess because he doesn't understand how people can stay on the phone for long periods of time. That also might have had something to do with the fact that it was his phone. He was supposed to be fixing bike's for small children anyway, so I don't know what the big deal was.
So, finally, my agenda for this week. *clears throat* Sleep in, work, sleep in, work, sleep in, work, go to church, sleep in, go to work, sleep in, go to work, possibly wake up very early, possibly go to work, go to HOP party at Carolyn's house, sleep.
Sounds like a blast, right?
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