Saturday, March 13, 2004

ADHD(attention deficit hummus disorder)
I spent the entire four hours at work today with a rabid craving for hummus and salty foods, in general. I've inexplicably been like this the whole week, but today was so bad that I considered eating an entire bag of O'Boisies--if they still existed (I researched it on the web. They don't).

I wish I had a more intriguing life at the moment. Oh, I did see Fog of War--Morris' finest--the other night and watched two ducks at the lake nearly kill each other this morning.

**update: last night I had a dream that I became an executioner of persons on death row so that I could write about the horrors of humanity on this blog, and, thus, be more interesting.

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

Some days I love living in the south. Today is not one of those days.

There is a big color poster advertising the Passion Play at the Praise Center over the clipboard where I sign in every day.

I found the moment of silent reflection particularly contemptable today for no reason.

Educated adults that I work with, because they hunt, oppose gun control.

I hear things like "They have a lot of blacks (said in a whisper) there" on a daily, sometimes twice daily basis.

I resent being looked at by a waitress with two missing teeth and pin that reads"certified cracker" like I'm crazy for not wanting sweet tea.

Tuesday, March 09, 2004

About A Boy
It's my spring break right now, yet I still have to work. I did, however, take this past Friday and Monday off to go to Asheville, NC for the weekend. Why? Well, a few weeks ago I agreed to go on a blind date set up by a friend/classmate. I've been chatting with him for awhile; so, I guess it was not technically a blind date. Long story short: she went to Asheville on Friday to visit her boyfriend and took me with her to meet "the guy." We're not a perfect match, but there's definitely potential. In the history of set ups and blind dates, this might be one of the few success stories. I spent most of my time relaxing, listening to music, enjoying the mountains, and eating. Oh yeah, mr. new guy was a professional chef trained at the New England Culinary Institute--pastries are his specialty! Needless to say, it was imperative that he showed off his cooking skills; thus, he made the BEST eggs benedict.
We escaped the impending bad weather early this morning, but I almost didn't make it through the winding roads after night o' PBR and being subjected to Alanis Morrisette in the car (I don't have much in common musically with my friend). Now I'm just trying to prevent any illnesses and actually complete school work. I've been eating croutons dipped in Caesar dressing--the ultimate "brain food" right?

Worst wife ever. Ever.
Big Gray's bandmate D just called looking for BG. It went a little something like this:
D: Is BG there?
me: um, no. I'm not sure where he is. Oh, he's in class...no, that might be tomorrow. No, it's tonight. I'm not sure, but don't tell him that because he gets mad because I can never remember his schedule. He might have left a message...but I haven't checked them yet. Did you try to call him on his cell phone?
D: Just ask him to call me if you see him.

If? Well, I guess based on my obvious confusion as to where in the world my husband might be at 5 on a Tuesday night, D wasn't too far off the mark.

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