Why?
Because deductibles only reduce your taxable income whereas credit reduce the tax you actually pay.
So make more babies! And then you can throw them out when they turn 17 and are no longer a significant tax credit for you!
And that's all my invaluable tax advice for today.
You're welcome.
I was in a really long line for lunch today. It was so long, in fact, that I had to call in and say that I would be late for work. Although standing there was kind of a drag, I couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of happiness when someone else got in line behind me. It meant that I was no longer the last person.
I had gained STATUS.
Little victories.
It's the same kind of feeling I get when a cashier opens up another check-out lane in the grocery store, asks for the "next person" in line and that person is ME! It's like winning some sort of low-end social lottery.
So why did I even buy my lunch on campus?
My reason is twofold:
1. I haven't gone grocery shopping this week. Therefore, the only thing I could've taken for lunch today would've been mayonnaise and old bread. Mike forbids me to shop at less-crowded-but-slightly-more-expensive grocery stores, so my desire to go out and get other goods has significantly decreased. I know this behavior is not sustainable and that I will evenutally have to succumb to the external forces and go to Wal-Mart, but I'm waiting for the opportune moment. And since Beta Alpha Psi is buying my dinner tonight, that moment continues to hang suspended in the air like the stench of a sorority girl's perfume in the third-floor bathroom.
Yeah- the one with both automatic AND manual toilets.
2. Since I've been having terrible headaches almost every single day, I'm testing the theory that I'm irritable towards packed lunches. They're irritating. First you have to pack them, and then you have to carry them around with you for hours, and then, at lunch time, you get to eat half-warm squished-up bookbag food! What's not to love?
Everything, that's what.
And I think that the lack of variety in my diet may be exacerbating my health issues.
Listen to me- I sound like the Wall Street Journal.
Hey! Remember that time I was typing up a scholarship essay on Mike's MacBook and since I didn't want to use his space, I typed it in gmail, so it would save automatically, but then I wanted to see how many words it was, so I opened up MS Word, highlighted the essay and pressed Ctrl C, and since Apple does not use standard shortcuts, it replaced my entire essay with the letter "C"?
And then gmail auto-saved, so I lost everything?
Yep.
FUN TIMES!
What's today? Tuesday? Does Caleb come in today? No.
I'm the only person in my strategic management class who's 20. Everyone else is greater than or equal to 21. I'm a minor with a major and a major with a minor.
Think about it.
Mike and I solved the national debt crisis in one night.
It involves a sacrificial lamb and a strategic infiltration of Congress.
But then instead of renting pandas from China, we could just buy them.
Or take them by force.
I realized today that both smiles and laughs are expressions of happiness, but smiling at someone and laughing at someone are completely different.
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson- ooh!
I am for real,
TWS
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Mangoes and Pomegranates
Today, I entered a raffle for a chance to win an iPad 2, just for the lolz.
And because I'm apparently good at winning them.
Raffle Form
First name: Allison
Last name: Jxxxxx
E-mail: #######@georgiasouthern.edu
University: Georgia Southern
State: Georgia
Expected Graduation Date: Spring 2012
Expected CPA Exam Date: Q1 2013
Memo: I like candy.
Yes, I really put that and submitted it.
(The square root of negative one) like candy.
That'd be a good T-shirt.
Unbundling the general ledger,
TWS
And because I'm apparently good at winning them.
Raffle Form
First name: Allison
Last name: Jxxxxx
E-mail: #######@georgiasouthern.edu
University: Georgia Southern
State: Georgia
Expected Graduation Date: Spring 2012
Expected CPA Exam Date: Q1 2013
Memo: I like candy.
Yes, I really put that and submitted it.
(The square root of negative one) like candy.
That'd be a good T-shirt.
Unbundling the general ledger,
TWS
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Short and bittersweet
Whenever I'm using the water fountain at school and someone flushes the toilet in one of the bathrooms, the water level coming out of the fountain undulates, and I always think for a split second that nasty brown poop water is going to come out of the fountain at any given moment.
It scares me.
Also, governmental accounting is hard.
And I accidentally left a banana in my bookbag all day,
TWS
It scares me.
Also, governmental accounting is hard.
And I accidentally left a banana in my bookbag all day,
TWS
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
We HAVE the technology!
I like handwritten notes.
But I hate when people are all like, "I want to be a lawyer" and you ask them why, and they say, "Because I like to argue" because that's totally bogus. That's like saying I want to be an accountant because I can count. Yes, I suppose your passion for obnoxious quarreling could come in handy, but unless the type of arguing you particularly enjoy involves harrowing law texts, precedents and paperwork with clients, I'd say your career outlook is a little hazy.
Just a little.
But that's just me.
This is also me:
According to Mum's impeccable classification of photos into eras of holidays and other events, this was taken in December of 2009.
So that was me 2 years ago.
I'll be honest; I'm not really digging the center part. And the length needs to be either 3 inches shorter or 3 inches longer.
Ah- good ol' self-criticism.
But OMG look a few months back at Easter 2009!
And here we have Mum, the nonparticipant:
It's really Dad's rogue tie that makes the picture.
There are some serious GEMS on this hard drive!
I was paging through a Victoria's Secret catalog earlier, and I began to feel extremely inadequate. It was a perfectly good way to ruin my self-esteem, although I'm sure that's the opposite effect they were going for. I still don't feel old enough to look at a catalog like that. Nevertheless, I have it on good authority that I look very pretty without makeup, so I should just believe that and never go paging through a VS catalog again.
Problem solved!
But whilst paging through said catalog, I realized that the airbrush guy must really love his job. At one point, he was just completely erasing female anatomy. Apparently, models don't even have butt cracks anymore.
On a completely unrelated note, I GOT A NEW PHONE!
I haven't had an upgrade since senior year of high school and now I'm a senior in college.
See what I did there? I made it seem like it had been four years because people equate the time between seniorage to be four years, but it's actually only been three because I'm a douche monkey and keep bringing the fact that I'm a senior to your attention because it's still exciting to me.
Cool new pheatures on my fone:
1. It's SHINY. And blue.
2. It slides and inside there's a REAL KEYBOARD OMG!!!!
3. I can transfer things to and fro via the rockin' awesome USB cable that came with it.
Implications of this new piece of technology in my life:
1. I can take pictures of my own desserts.
2. I can respond to your texts much, much faster than e'er before.
3. Brian will no longer make fun of my dinosaur charging in the living room. Granted, it's not a SMART phone, but at least they still make and sell the Samsung Intensity II in phone retail outlets. Plus, it gets extra points for being shiny and blue.
I was informed that this guy has the "exact same phone", except his is orange.
Then it's not the exact same phone, now is it?
Today I was digging through some sewing stuff (er, rummaging, as it were) and I came across a little collection of these high-pitched music buttons. Remember those? No? Look here. So I started pressing them haphazardly, and they're all in the same musical key, so even though one was playing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and another one was playing Small World simultaneously, it was very harmonious. However, Mum thought it was cacophonous and claimed she was being driven mad in her own house. She was the one who decided to collect these, though. I just happened to find them. Sometimes I don't know why she does the things she does.
For instance, the other day I witnessed her attempting to use the computer. It was a painful thing to watch.
First and foremost, she uses IE, so our Internet search was already retarded due to browser choice. And I use the word 'retarded' in the literal sense here (as opposed to the figurative sense?), as in delayed and slow. She's set 13wmaz.com as her home page, which has like 1408 pictures and approximately 29 videos on the front page, so it takes ages to load. What's ironic is that she has Chrome installed on her computer because I, in a fit of angry, slow-internet rage, made her install it in order to prevent future retardiness (is that even a word? We can make it one. We HAVE the technology!). But then she CHOOSES to use IE so all of my efforts were in vain.
She also doesn't use the wheel on the mouse to scroll down a webpage. She literally clicks on the scroll bar and drags it down to read.
Her idea of a "shortcut" is highlighting the word, right-clicking, selecting "copy", opening a word document, right-clicking, selecting "paste". And then to delete e-mails, she- get this- right clicks, and selects "delete". She has this strange obsession with right-clicking while her left hand just sits idly by, painfully unaware of the magical powers of the Ctrl key!
Also, she's like the only person I know who still uses a "favorites" menu. It has folders like "News" and "Shoes" and "Wedding" with a complimentary but completely separate folder titled "Wedding Appetizers".
I'm sure there's more geriatric-seepage throughout her computer practices, but that's all that I saw. She was eligible for a phone upgrade as well, but decided against it. She would prefer a down-grade to an even simpler phone.
I'm not kidding.
A syllabus is always a very depressing thing to read. Somehow, teachers always manage to weave a certain impending sense of DOOM within the pages. That being said, I don't know how often I will be able to update and tickle your fancy once school starts. I have a degree that I have to be serious about and a handful of people to impress while doing so.
You know, now that I'm a senior and all. :P
Less hosting, more partying,
TWS
But I hate when people are all like, "I want to be a lawyer" and you ask them why, and they say, "Because I like to argue" because that's totally bogus. That's like saying I want to be an accountant because I can count. Yes, I suppose your passion for obnoxious quarreling could come in handy, but unless the type of arguing you particularly enjoy involves harrowing law texts, precedents and paperwork with clients, I'd say your career outlook is a little hazy.
Just a little.
But that's just me.
This is also me:
According to Mum's impeccable classification of photos into eras of holidays and other events, this was taken in December of 2009.
So that was me 2 years ago.
I'll be honest; I'm not really digging the center part. And the length needs to be either 3 inches shorter or 3 inches longer.
Ah- good ol' self-criticism.
But OMG look a few months back at Easter 2009!
And here we have Mum, the nonparticipant:
It's really Dad's rogue tie that makes the picture.
There are some serious GEMS on this hard drive!
I was paging through a Victoria's Secret catalog earlier, and I began to feel extremely inadequate. It was a perfectly good way to ruin my self-esteem, although I'm sure that's the opposite effect they were going for. I still don't feel old enough to look at a catalog like that. Nevertheless, I have it on good authority that I look very pretty without makeup, so I should just believe that and never go paging through a VS catalog again.
Problem solved!
But whilst paging through said catalog, I realized that the airbrush guy must really love his job. At one point, he was just completely erasing female anatomy. Apparently, models don't even have butt cracks anymore.
On a completely unrelated note, I GOT A NEW PHONE!
I haven't had an upgrade since senior year of high school and now I'm a senior in college.
See what I did there? I made it seem like it had been four years because people equate the time between seniorage to be four years, but it's actually only been three because I'm a douche monkey and keep bringing the fact that I'm a senior to your attention because it's still exciting to me.
Cool new pheatures on my fone:
1. It's SHINY. And blue.
2. It slides and inside there's a REAL KEYBOARD OMG!!!!
3. I can transfer things to and fro via the rockin' awesome USB cable that came with it.
Implications of this new piece of technology in my life:
1. I can take pictures of my own desserts.
2. I can respond to your texts much, much faster than e'er before.
3. Brian will no longer make fun of my dinosaur charging in the living room. Granted, it's not a SMART phone, but at least they still make and sell the Samsung Intensity II in phone retail outlets. Plus, it gets extra points for being shiny and blue.
I was informed that this guy has the "exact same phone", except his is orange.
Then it's not the exact same phone, now is it?
Today I was digging through some sewing stuff (er, rummaging, as it were) and I came across a little collection of these high-pitched music buttons. Remember those? No? Look here. So I started pressing them haphazardly, and they're all in the same musical key, so even though one was playing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and another one was playing Small World simultaneously, it was very harmonious. However, Mum thought it was cacophonous and claimed she was being driven mad in her own house. She was the one who decided to collect these, though. I just happened to find them. Sometimes I don't know why she does the things she does.
For instance, the other day I witnessed her attempting to use the computer. It was a painful thing to watch.
First and foremost, she uses IE, so our Internet search was already retarded due to browser choice. And I use the word 'retarded' in the literal sense here (as opposed to the figurative sense?), as in delayed and slow. She's set 13wmaz.com as her home page, which has like 1408 pictures and approximately 29 videos on the front page, so it takes ages to load. What's ironic is that she has Chrome installed on her computer because I, in a fit of angry, slow-internet rage, made her install it in order to prevent future retardiness (is that even a word? We can make it one. We HAVE the technology!). But then she CHOOSES to use IE so all of my efforts were in vain.
She also doesn't use the wheel on the mouse to scroll down a webpage. She literally clicks on the scroll bar and drags it down to read.
Her idea of a "shortcut" is highlighting the word, right-clicking, selecting "copy", opening a word document, right-clicking, selecting "paste". And then to delete e-mails, she- get this- right clicks, and selects "delete". She has this strange obsession with right-clicking while her left hand just sits idly by, painfully unaware of the magical powers of the Ctrl key!
Also, she's like the only person I know who still uses a "favorites" menu. It has folders like "News" and "Shoes" and "Wedding" with a complimentary but completely separate folder titled "Wedding Appetizers".
I'm sure there's more geriatric-seepage throughout her computer practices, but that's all that I saw. She was eligible for a phone upgrade as well, but decided against it. She would prefer a down-grade to an even simpler phone.
I'm not kidding.
A syllabus is always a very depressing thing to read. Somehow, teachers always manage to weave a certain impending sense of DOOM within the pages. That being said, I don't know how often I will be able to update and tickle your fancy once school starts. I have a degree that I have to be serious about and a handful of people to impress while doing so.
You know, now that I'm a senior and all. :P
Less hosting, more partying,
TWS
Friday, August 12, 2011
Coeur De Pirate
Lexicon is a cool word.
And I came across another awesome last name this morning.
Diffenderfer.
Because I've been working so much this week, I decided to keep a tally on how many phone calls I actually answer. I've been at work for 2.5 hours and have addressed 19 phone calls.
Well, now 20.
...21.
I've also felt a strong urge to speak in an accent when I answer the phone. I'm exceptionally average at a British accent. I should give that one a try one day. It'd be even funnier if the person on the other line had a real accent. We'd be like two magicians trying to entertain each other.
And I did learn a cool magic card trick like I said I was going to.
It's going to blow your MIND!
Or maybe not.
But it still makes me cool that I know how to do one.
Yesterday, I answered my cell phone.
I: Hey!
M: Hola! Como estas?
I: Uh...BUENO! MUY BUENO!
Which, I found out, in that context means "High! Very high!" instead of good, which would've been "Bien".
So now I can't trust Espanol nor the people that speak it. In fact, the other day, some people that speak it broke into my apartment (I mean, they lawfully had a key, but still), and started cleaning everything and totally stole/threw away the almost full bottle of dish soap that I kept under the sink as well as the almost-empty ones on the sink.
True story.
Here's the kicker: they left all of our disgusting sponges.
So what's the worst thing about the first day of school?
The awkward way that people interact with one another because they don't know each other.
What's even worse that that?
How teachers augment this awkwardness by having us stand up and introduce ourselves and then, here is the absolute worst part: have us say where we're from and "something unique or interesting" about ourselves.
Let me address the "where we're from" part first. Ok- everyone is either from:
a. Atlanta/Marietta
b. Statesboro
c. A town no one has ever heard of
So if you're in category A, you might know someone, but then again the cities are so massive you probably won't. And if you do, it's that super awkward, "Hey- we went to first grade together and you borrowed my Chinese finger trap and never gave it back so that's the only reason I remember you" kind of acquaintance.
If you're in category B, you probably know a lot people and maybe even go to the same church as your professor.
If you're in category C, no one is going to remember where you are from when you announce it in a class of 35 people.
When all is said and done, it will not matter from whence you came because you will make alliances among yourselves based on your seating arrangement. Thus finding out where everyone is from is completely unnecessary.
Now, saying "something interesting" about yourself is another phrase I'd like to address.
I don't know if people don't know what the word "interesting" means or if their lives are truly that dull, but for some reason, people take this opportunity to say really uninteresting things about themselves. Like, "My major is general studies with an emphasis in ambiguity" or "I like to hang out with my friends" or (and this is my personal favorite): "I'm a *insert NFL football team here*'s fan."
Disclaimer: you can't really get an emphasis in "ambiguity" but a general studies major indicates to me that you're very vague about your college degree and that you can't really specialize in anything useful.
So here are some ways to make those responses more interesting.
Response one: Only those with majors or major/minors that are truly interesting should use this one. For instance, "I'm a Nutrition Science major with an emphasis in Afrikaan studies." Why would anyone minor in that? If it raises questions, it's interesting.
Response two: "I like to hang out with my friends and go cow tipping late at night sometimes, just for the lolz, and this one time..." *tell a true story* Telling a true story is always interesting.
Response three: ...
I'm sorry. There's nothing interesting about being associated with a sports team. That's comparable to standing up and saying what religion you believe in. Either no one cares, someone's offended, or you just made a friend. BFD. It's not interesting.
So how do you escape this social conundrum?
Easy! Say something that is ecumenically accepted as being interesting!
I have some examples:
- "I like to color dinosaurs in my spare time."
**I actually said this to my bio lab class. People enjoyed it, and I got asked if I was professional at it. It must have been because I said it with a dead-straight face.
- "I have never flown in a plane before, nor have I ever flown on a griffin."
- "The 3rd leading cause of bankruptcy is owning horses." (this really isn't about you per say, but it is interesting)
- "I'm immune to poison ivy."
- "When I'm walking, I step around the grates on the sidewalk because even though the gaps are really small, I'm still afraid that I'll fall in."
- "I can count to ten in Japanese, German, Italian, and French. And English."
- "I have a cat named Turd."
See? You can make any little mediocre thing about your life interesting and worth hearing about. The problem lies in that people lack the creativity to make it that way.
What teachers should ask is for everyone to say something extremely common about themselves. Then everyone's "interesting" statements would actually be appropriate.
Me?
I would say I pee in the shower.
That's extremely common, right?
Quelqu'un m'a dit,
TWS
And I came across another awesome last name this morning.
Diffenderfer.
Because I've been working so much this week, I decided to keep a tally on how many phone calls I actually answer. I've been at work for 2.5 hours and have addressed 19 phone calls.
Well, now 20.
...21.
I've also felt a strong urge to speak in an accent when I answer the phone. I'm exceptionally average at a British accent. I should give that one a try one day. It'd be even funnier if the person on the other line had a real accent. We'd be like two magicians trying to entertain each other.
And I did learn a cool magic card trick like I said I was going to.
It's going to blow your MIND!
Or maybe not.
But it still makes me cool that I know how to do one.
Yesterday, I answered my cell phone.
I: Hey!
M: Hola! Como estas?
I: Uh...BUENO! MUY BUENO!
Which, I found out, in that context means "High! Very high!" instead of good, which would've been "Bien".
So now I can't trust Espanol nor the people that speak it. In fact, the other day, some people that speak it broke into my apartment (I mean, they lawfully had a key, but still), and started cleaning everything and totally stole/threw away the almost full bottle of dish soap that I kept under the sink as well as the almost-empty ones on the sink.
True story.
Here's the kicker: they left all of our disgusting sponges.
So what's the worst thing about the first day of school?
The awkward way that people interact with one another because they don't know each other.
What's even worse that that?
How teachers augment this awkwardness by having us stand up and introduce ourselves and then, here is the absolute worst part: have us say where we're from and "something unique or interesting" about ourselves.
Let me address the "where we're from" part first. Ok- everyone is either from:
a. Atlanta/Marietta
b. Statesboro
c. A town no one has ever heard of
So if you're in category A, you might know someone, but then again the cities are so massive you probably won't. And if you do, it's that super awkward, "Hey- we went to first grade together and you borrowed my Chinese finger trap and never gave it back so that's the only reason I remember you" kind of acquaintance.
If you're in category B, you probably know a lot people and maybe even go to the same church as your professor.
If you're in category C, no one is going to remember where you are from when you announce it in a class of 35 people.
When all is said and done, it will not matter from whence you came because you will make alliances among yourselves based on your seating arrangement. Thus finding out where everyone is from is completely unnecessary.
Now, saying "something interesting" about yourself is another phrase I'd like to address.
I don't know if people don't know what the word "interesting" means or if their lives are truly that dull, but for some reason, people take this opportunity to say really uninteresting things about themselves. Like, "My major is general studies with an emphasis in ambiguity" or "I like to hang out with my friends" or (and this is my personal favorite): "I'm a *insert NFL football team here*'s fan."
Disclaimer: you can't really get an emphasis in "ambiguity" but a general studies major indicates to me that you're very vague about your college degree and that you can't really specialize in anything useful.
So here are some ways to make those responses more interesting.
Response one: Only those with majors or major/minors that are truly interesting should use this one. For instance, "I'm a Nutrition Science major with an emphasis in Afrikaan studies." Why would anyone minor in that? If it raises questions, it's interesting.
Response two: "I like to hang out with my friends and go cow tipping late at night sometimes, just for the lolz, and this one time..." *tell a true story* Telling a true story is always interesting.
Response three: ...
I'm sorry. There's nothing interesting about being associated with a sports team. That's comparable to standing up and saying what religion you believe in. Either no one cares, someone's offended, or you just made a friend. BFD. It's not interesting.
So how do you escape this social conundrum?
Easy! Say something that is ecumenically accepted as being interesting!
I have some examples:
- "I like to color dinosaurs in my spare time."
**I actually said this to my bio lab class. People enjoyed it, and I got asked if I was professional at it. It must have been because I said it with a dead-straight face.
- "I have never flown in a plane before, nor have I ever flown on a griffin."
- "The 3rd leading cause of bankruptcy is owning horses." (this really isn't about you per say, but it is interesting)
- "I'm immune to poison ivy."
- "When I'm walking, I step around the grates on the sidewalk because even though the gaps are really small, I'm still afraid that I'll fall in."
- "I can count to ten in Japanese, German, Italian, and French. And English."
- "I have a cat named Turd."
See? You can make any little mediocre thing about your life interesting and worth hearing about. The problem lies in that people lack the creativity to make it that way.
What teachers should ask is for everyone to say something extremely common about themselves. Then everyone's "interesting" statements would actually be appropriate.
Me?
I would say I pee in the shower.
That's extremely common, right?
Quelqu'un m'a dit,
TWS
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Naples
Somedays I just feel like a kronosaurus.
Today is one of those days.
This job makes me have bad posture.
But wearing heels improves my posture.
So if I wear heels at this job, the good posture cancels out the bad posture.
I have no posture.
This morning, I accidentally spelled the word 'key' like k-e-e.
That's a fail in life, but a win for phonics.
I've decided that my new album is going to be named "Appear" while my not as new album is going to be named "Close Only Counts".
I've gotten so many new, better songs recently that I'm able to weed out the old ones that don't sound as good. Like Broken Shards of Glass. Omigoodness. I don't think I'll ever get a solid recording of that.
So here I sit, singing your song
While I'm still here, and you're still gone.
My imagination is only so strong
And I still can't make you appear.
So far, I have 5 songs recorded that are passable for public ears.
I'm like 17% done with this project.
Tageslichtprojektor.
I found out today that orca whales eat sea turtles.
Crunchy on the outside, creamy on the inside.
It's like nature's Lindor Truffles.
I was on that phone for over 16 minutes with a parent.
I felt like a kiosk.
And, no, I'm not responsible for your internet connection problems.
In another fit of insomnia last night, I started thinking about ideas for when Mum and I open up our little enterprise. I figured I'd pay someone talented to design a ballin' website that's clean and pristine and logo-tastic and then pay someone else with a spiffy camera to take pictures of clothes. And then!
And then and then and then
I'd have like an online ordering system where people can pick whatever dress they want, what color they want depending on what fabric we could get (I'm thinking interactive buttons that get brighter when you scroll over them), and then have them put in their sizes (bust, waist, hips). And though we couldn't take online payment, we could have the price right there, and when they hit "submit", we'd get the order and start working on it!
The only problem would be if we got super popular and couldn't handle all the orders without like a two year cycle time, because then we'd have to do some capacity planning for expansion.
That's some operations management for you.
And I started thinking about packaging the orders and designing my own tissue paper to make it so elegant and tasteful for my customers.
And then I fell asleep.
Occasionally, I'll have the bizarre snack of peanut butter wrapped around orange cheese. This afternoon I'm going to attempt to make popcorn in the microwave and make the entire third floor smell like kettle corn.
I'm so nefarious.
(That means I'm evil.)
That guy used my name way too much in that conversation.
"Tell me how to pay online, Allie... Well, Allie, that sounds great. Thank you for your help, Allie. Allie, have a great day!"
I love my name, but geez, you're wearing it out like country radio stations wore out Shania Twain in the 1990s.
I'm going to learn how to do amazing card tricks in my spare time tonight.
Then, I'm going to perform them and impress all of my friends.
All 4 of them.
Michael's so cool. He has hand sanitizer from the CIA.
I love jet-skiing, but I hate when I accidentally say "You're welcome" before the other person says "Thanks". Here's a little bit of phone etiquette I've picked up from my experience in this field:
They say: I appreciate it.
Appropriate Response: No problem!
They say: Have a great day!
Appropriate Response: You too!
They claim: I don't have a financial aid counselor.
I said: If you have a last name, you have a financial aid counselor.
Because that's true.
I want a small, quaint wedding with a slideshow of pictures at the rehearsal dinner.
I also want to start a collection of actual, cool last names.
Like Wannamaker. Or Soerjawan. Or Bacon.
I have four careers:
Seamstress in morning.
Accountant in the afternoon.
Blogger in the evening.
Songwriter at night.
I love my life!
And Sunday naps.
This post was inspired by something exquisite.
It's a blog that doesn't get much foot traffic.
It's like a cul-de-sac.
You should check it out.
I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like,
TWS
Today is one of those days.
This job makes me have bad posture.
But wearing heels improves my posture.
So if I wear heels at this job, the good posture cancels out the bad posture.
I have no posture.
This morning, I accidentally spelled the word 'key' like k-e-e.
That's a fail in life, but a win for phonics.
I've decided that my new album is going to be named "Appear" while my not as new album is going to be named "Close Only Counts".
I've gotten so many new, better songs recently that I'm able to weed out the old ones that don't sound as good. Like Broken Shards of Glass. Omigoodness. I don't think I'll ever get a solid recording of that.
So here I sit, singing your song
While I'm still here, and you're still gone.
My imagination is only so strong
And I still can't make you appear.
So far, I have 5 songs recorded that are passable for public ears.
I'm like 17% done with this project.
Tageslichtprojektor.
I found out today that orca whales eat sea turtles.
Crunchy on the outside, creamy on the inside.
It's like nature's Lindor Truffles.
I was on that phone for over 16 minutes with a parent.
I felt like a kiosk.
And, no, I'm not responsible for your internet connection problems.
In another fit of insomnia last night, I started thinking about ideas for when Mum and I open up our little enterprise. I figured I'd pay someone talented to design a ballin' website that's clean and pristine and logo-tastic and then pay someone else with a spiffy camera to take pictures of clothes. And then!
And then and then and then
I'd have like an online ordering system where people can pick whatever dress they want, what color they want depending on what fabric we could get (I'm thinking interactive buttons that get brighter when you scroll over them), and then have them put in their sizes (bust, waist, hips). And though we couldn't take online payment, we could have the price right there, and when they hit "submit", we'd get the order and start working on it!
The only problem would be if we got super popular and couldn't handle all the orders without like a two year cycle time, because then we'd have to do some capacity planning for expansion.
That's some operations management for you.
And I started thinking about packaging the orders and designing my own tissue paper to make it so elegant and tasteful for my customers.
And then I fell asleep.
Occasionally, I'll have the bizarre snack of peanut butter wrapped around orange cheese. This afternoon I'm going to attempt to make popcorn in the microwave and make the entire third floor smell like kettle corn.
I'm so nefarious.
(That means I'm evil.)
That guy used my name way too much in that conversation.
"Tell me how to pay online, Allie... Well, Allie, that sounds great. Thank you for your help, Allie. Allie, have a great day!"
I love my name, but geez, you're wearing it out like country radio stations wore out Shania Twain in the 1990s.
I'm going to learn how to do amazing card tricks in my spare time tonight.
Then, I'm going to perform them and impress all of my friends.
All 4 of them.
Michael's so cool. He has hand sanitizer from the CIA.
I love jet-skiing, but I hate when I accidentally say "You're welcome" before the other person says "Thanks". Here's a little bit of phone etiquette I've picked up from my experience in this field:
They say: I appreciate it.
Appropriate Response: No problem!
They say: Have a great day!
Appropriate Response: You too!
They claim: I don't have a financial aid counselor.
I said: If you have a last name, you have a financial aid counselor.
Because that's true.
I want a small, quaint wedding with a slideshow of pictures at the rehearsal dinner.
I also want to start a collection of actual, cool last names.
Like Wannamaker. Or Soerjawan. Or Bacon.
I have four careers:
Seamstress in morning.
Accountant in the afternoon.
Blogger in the evening.
Songwriter at night.
I love my life!
And Sunday naps.
This post was inspired by something exquisite.
It's a blog that doesn't get much foot traffic.
It's like a cul-de-sac.
You should check it out.
I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like,
TWS
Monday, August 8, 2011
Flippancy
Today I took the hottest bike ride ever. I hadn't ridden my bike in over 2 weeks, but I kept it in my apartment while I was gone. I moved it back outside when I moved back in. Today, when I was riding it, I noticed it wouldn't change gears. And I'm like- awesome. I'm going to have to Nancy-Drew this when I get home.
Nancy-Drew: A verb used to describe a woman figuring out a mystery. Or a mechanical problem. Either/or.
So then I ride all the way to work in 5th gear.
After work, I'm riding back on the sidewalk, playing with the gears because, if they're not working, you might as well play with them, right? Suddenly, a spider scurries its way down a thread hanging from the gear thing, and I'm like HOLY CRAP, so I grabbed its web string, and threw it on the sidewalk before I ran into traffic.
And guess what.
My gears starting working after that.
So apparently spiders can gum up the works. True story.
Then after parking my spider-less bike, I came into my apartment and decided to take advantage of the completely empty and therefore extremely echoic living room.
That's right: I sat down on the bare, cold floor like a 1960's drifter.
And I sang.
It was so fantastic that it gave me goosebumps.
But then the air conditioner wanted to sing too, so I had to turn off that rude and interrupting piece of machinery.
I found out today that I can actually work more than 20 hours this week, since I won't be here next week. What does this mean? Twice as many moronic phone calls in one day! Plus a lunch break, which I might not even take because that would mean biking twice in contemptible heat.
So I have to get up early tomorrow.
Yahoo.
And while I was gone, boyfriend grew a beard.
That's what two weeks of straight SAP will do to you.
Even to girls.
I FOUND A SECOND USE FOR MY iPAD!
Use #1: Listen to Pandora by the pool! BUT: this only works if you are in reach of a WiFi hot spot to which you have access and you're not around loud, annoying children. It's remarkable how often those two traits coincide.
NEW! Use #2: To amuse myself while the guys are playing video games! Yesterday, I became productive and actually completed my rhyme for U:
My uncle lived under a bridge when it rained
And understood that others called him insane
But he had no umbrella, and his hair would get wet
And unkempt and ugly, and it made him upset.
So to underneath the bridge he went
And when it rained he still looked like a gent
Because his hair stayed upright and dry
Even when rainclouds covered the sky.
And that's copyright by me, so no touchy k-thanks.
So yeah. The iPad lets me type up things that I would normally have to write.
What a concept.
I must have a sick disease because I'm actually looking forward to starting my accounting classes. And I have to apply for graduation. This would be way more exciting if I was done in May. But I'm not, so it's just another thing I've gotta do.
Fez: Hey, Donna, I just went to the store. Check out my new... empty bag.
Hyde: Empty bag, huh? If it's empty, why are you so excited?
Fez: Oh, well, because of its amazing potential for storage.
Holding onto your spare key,
TWS
Nancy-Drew: A verb used to describe a woman figuring out a mystery. Or a mechanical problem. Either/or.
So then I ride all the way to work in 5th gear.
After work, I'm riding back on the sidewalk, playing with the gears because, if they're not working, you might as well play with them, right? Suddenly, a spider scurries its way down a thread hanging from the gear thing, and I'm like HOLY CRAP, so I grabbed its web string, and threw it on the sidewalk before I ran into traffic.
And guess what.
My gears starting working after that.
So apparently spiders can gum up the works. True story.
Then after parking my spider-less bike, I came into my apartment and decided to take advantage of the completely empty and therefore extremely echoic living room.
That's right: I sat down on the bare, cold floor like a 1960's drifter.
And I sang.
It was so fantastic that it gave me goosebumps.
But then the air conditioner wanted to sing too, so I had to turn off that rude and interrupting piece of machinery.
I found out today that I can actually work more than 20 hours this week, since I won't be here next week. What does this mean? Twice as many moronic phone calls in one day! Plus a lunch break, which I might not even take because that would mean biking twice in contemptible heat.
So I have to get up early tomorrow.
Yahoo.
And while I was gone, boyfriend grew a beard.
That's what two weeks of straight SAP will do to you.
Even to girls.
I FOUND A SECOND USE FOR MY iPAD!
Use #1: Listen to Pandora by the pool! BUT: this only works if you are in reach of a WiFi hot spot to which you have access and you're not around loud, annoying children. It's remarkable how often those two traits coincide.
NEW! Use #2: To amuse myself while the guys are playing video games! Yesterday, I became productive and actually completed my rhyme for U:
My uncle lived under a bridge when it rained
And understood that others called him insane
But he had no umbrella, and his hair would get wet
And unkempt and ugly, and it made him upset.
So to underneath the bridge he went
And when it rained he still looked like a gent
Because his hair stayed upright and dry
Even when rainclouds covered the sky.
And that's copyright by me, so no touchy k-thanks.
So yeah. The iPad lets me type up things that I would normally have to write.
What a concept.
I must have a sick disease because I'm actually looking forward to starting my accounting classes. And I have to apply for graduation. This would be way more exciting if I was done in May. But I'm not, so it's just another thing I've gotta do.
Fez: Hey, Donna, I just went to the store. Check out my new... empty bag.
Hyde: Empty bag, huh? If it's empty, why are you so excited?
Fez: Oh, well, because of its amazing potential for storage.
Holding onto your spare key,
TWS
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Plane and Simple
I was reading the newspaper today like I do about every 8 months or so, and there was this article suggesting that the earth may have had two moons 4.4 billion years ago that collided into each other and made the moon we all know and love today. The event was called "The Big Smash" and consisted of the little sister moon giving the big moon a pie in the face at 5000 mph. What's even more awesome is that it was a silent collision because sound doesn't travel in space.
Silent Collision.
New band name.
I called it.
And I would say that it's a "true story", but since we can't go back in time and prove anything, it's more of a "theoretical" story, like most of science is. Just thought I should point that out.
The other night in a fit of insomnia, I came up with a list of both good and bad inventions. You will notice that these are in no order of magnitude, and what I think are bad/good inventions are not limited to these. For instance, I did not include iPad on the list of bad inventions because you already know my thoughts on that.
Here's a little list of what I decided:
Bad inventions:
1. The Snuggie: For approximately 6000 years, man has gone without needing sleeves on his blanket, but it's a good example of the manipulative powers of marketing. Like- that commercial with that lady getting all disgruntled on the couch? Yeah. Everyone was so easily convinced after that.
2. Silly String: I have never been in a situation where using silly string actually produced a positive outcome. It just makes everyone's life just that much harder.
3. Flamboyant toe socks: I don't want my toes separated by cloth, nor do I want my socks calling attention to my feet. Bad idea. All around.
4. Electric staplers: Their sound is like that of guns going off, and they often cause more problems than they solve.
5. The popcorn button on the microwave: Even the popcorn bags say not to use it. And then it's also kind of creepy when the microwave finishes cooking something and it says, "ENJOY" on the screen with that crooked little J.
Crooked Little J.
New band name.
Called it.
Oh look! My nephew and his facetious shirt!
And since I like taking pictures of myself taking pictures of myself, here's a picture of myself taking a picture of myself:
Don't you think it's a little demotivating to call a certain space a "vanity"? It's like designating a place where one can be vain. Be vain in the kitchen? NO- Go to the VANITY.
Good Inventions:
1. The bicycle: Relatively simple, but highly effective and still in use today.
2. Multivitamins!
3. Retractable eyeliner: Infinitely better than poking yourself in the eye with a sharp pencil.
4. No-bake cheesecake: If ever there was a win for processed food, this would be it.
5. Glow Sticks: Except for that one time I broke one after that Halloween party and got bright yellow glow juice all over myself and broken shards of plastic stuck in my skin. True story.
It was bloody, but it was beautiful.
Broken shards of plastic.
New band name.
(called it)
Have you ever wondered why the word "halter" top has the word "halt" in it? I wonder what people who named the style wanted the people who wore wearing the style to stop doing.
HALT! HAMMERZEIT!
Inspirational quote time: brought to you by this movie
The other night at quilting, I had to use one of the old, decomposing community sewing machines (people usually bring their own because these are so temperamental). It was really heavy, and all different shades of yellowing plastic because it has had many replacements in its time. Mum was poking fun at my yellow compared to her sleek, white 21st century machine, and I was like, "HEY. Color means nothing to a blind man!"
That's true for sewing machines, but it's also applicable in real life.
And so is the quote, "Nothing is out of reach if you have long arms."
Think about it.
I think I like the color cognac.
The Color Cognac.
New band--- no?
Ok.
I am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye,
TWS
Silent Collision.
New band name.
I called it.
And I would say that it's a "true story", but since we can't go back in time and prove anything, it's more of a "theoretical" story, like most of science is. Just thought I should point that out.
The other night in a fit of insomnia, I came up with a list of both good and bad inventions. You will notice that these are in no order of magnitude, and what I think are bad/good inventions are not limited to these. For instance, I did not include iPad on the list of bad inventions because you already know my thoughts on that.
Here's a little list of what I decided:
Bad inventions:
1. The Snuggie: For approximately 6000 years, man has gone without needing sleeves on his blanket, but it's a good example of the manipulative powers of marketing. Like- that commercial with that lady getting all disgruntled on the couch? Yeah. Everyone was so easily convinced after that.
2. Silly String: I have never been in a situation where using silly string actually produced a positive outcome. It just makes everyone's life just that much harder.
3. Flamboyant toe socks: I don't want my toes separated by cloth, nor do I want my socks calling attention to my feet. Bad idea. All around.
4. Electric staplers: Their sound is like that of guns going off, and they often cause more problems than they solve.
5. The popcorn button on the microwave: Even the popcorn bags say not to use it. And then it's also kind of creepy when the microwave finishes cooking something and it says, "ENJOY" on the screen with that crooked little J.
Crooked Little J.
New band name.
Called it.
Oh look! My nephew and his facetious shirt!
And since I like taking pictures of myself taking pictures of myself, here's a picture of myself taking a picture of myself:
Don't you think it's a little demotivating to call a certain space a "vanity"? It's like designating a place where one can be vain. Be vain in the kitchen? NO- Go to the VANITY.
Good Inventions:
1. The bicycle: Relatively simple, but highly effective and still in use today.
2. Multivitamins!
3. Retractable eyeliner: Infinitely better than poking yourself in the eye with a sharp pencil.
4. No-bake cheesecake: If ever there was a win for processed food, this would be it.
5. Glow Sticks: Except for that one time I broke one after that Halloween party and got bright yellow glow juice all over myself and broken shards of plastic stuck in my skin. True story.
It was bloody, but it was beautiful.
Broken shards of plastic.
New band name.
(called it)
Have you ever wondered why the word "halter" top has the word "halt" in it? I wonder what people who named the style wanted the people who wore wearing the style to stop doing.
HALT! HAMMERZEIT!
Inspirational quote time: brought to you by this movie
The other night at quilting, I had to use one of the old, decomposing community sewing machines (people usually bring their own because these are so temperamental). It was really heavy, and all different shades of yellowing plastic because it has had many replacements in its time. Mum was poking fun at my yellow compared to her sleek, white 21st century machine, and I was like, "HEY. Color means nothing to a blind man!"
That's true for sewing machines, but it's also applicable in real life.
And so is the quote, "Nothing is out of reach if you have long arms."
Think about it.
I think I like the color cognac.
The Color Cognac.
New band--- no?
Ok.
I am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye,
TWS
Monday, August 1, 2011
Sick Leave
So I found my journal from last summer (er- February through September 2010). I'm going to post parts of some entries that have never before been posted on the internet.
March 7
I'm so ready for my econ test tomorrow. It's sad- I'm not looking forward to the test for the sake of pwning it, but rather a fact beyond that where I'll probably finish the test early and then get in line for my fruited chicken salad 20 minutes earlier.
Is it worth the wait?
Depends on how bad you want the salad.
March 8
I'm so glad I don't have anymore classes! Or a Southern accent...
March 27
Sammy: "I'm good at making people feel awkward. It's one of my spiritual gifts."
March 28
I'm not exactly sure what I do want, but I know what I don't want. I don't want to be one of those people stuck in an office for a 40-hour work week that ends up in their 40s and wonders where all the time has gone. Nono. I want to have the TIME that God has given me and REMEMBER what I did with that time. "This was the year I started my business" - "That was the summer of Owl City" - "This is when we bought our house"- etc.
Bottom line: Life is too short to spend it working for money that you'll use to die comfortably.
May 6
Like- I dove into that lake. If I weren't me, I'd like me.
June 12
Dad: "I need to rotate my tires. The front ones are getting bald."
Me: "Can't they just wear wigs?"
July 6
So get this- Mum and I JUST came back from our bike ride to Granny and Pa's house like- no more than 15 minutes ago. And the phone rings. Guess who. True story.
July 12
I found a quarter under my bed today.
July 30
So this week flew by. Let's see- Monday... I dunno. Tuesday- Ralph came, so we talked with him over peach wine. It was disgusting- the wine part, not that talking part. Or maybe that was Monday. But this peach wine- UGH. I don't know why we
1. used good peaches for that
2. serve it to other people
Dad says I don't drink it right- like, you're supposed to sip it occasionally, but every sip gets worse and worse. Anyway- then around Tuesday- yeah. Ok, Tuesday I wake up sick, but I already told Beth that I'd go to lunch with her and friends, and I do, and it was pretty entertaining. Funny things that Chris Busby said (not verbatim):
1. Sylvania: what kind of a country is that? Their flag has a guy on it going *shrug*
2. The iPad is nothing more than a Lite Brite.
August 1
Even if I'm going to the bank or the grocery store, I feel this need to look like a person and not a troll in pajama pants.
August 10
It's a pretty nice day for August. It's not humid and a little breezy. Still hot, but bearable.
Today has been annoying, and I don't really know why. Delineation:
1. So Sarah likes and therefore listens to Lady Gaga and all this club-like music. It's really stupid. And annoying. And it's not like she plays it in her room- no, no. She has her laptop set up in the den so everyone can hear it. Everywhere.
2. It was talking on the phone to the Avenue about moving in on Friday, and she comes busting in saying how I don't need to lock the door. Well duh- I knew she'd be running in the yard- WHY would I lock up? But like- WHILE I was on the phone. So she just stands there listening to me and I really hate the phone, so I didn't get to ask what time I can be there, which I guess it doesn't matter because we'll get there when we get there, but still. Urg. I hate split concentration. And then she just stood there and watched me.
3. I cleaned Granny's house today, and she gets these stupid mops that don't do anything. They just push crumbs around on the floor. So I was like- F that, I'm getting this clean, so I vacuum the kitchen instead. And it's finally clean. So when she goes to pay me, she asks if I mopped the floor and I told her what I just told you. Then she's like, "But did you put wet stuff on it?" WHY does it matter if I got it clean anyway? Mopping doesn't DO anything. It's not like there was any spill to clean up. It was just pushing dirt around instead of picking it up. So I tell her I did mop it- because I did do about half of it before I got fed up. And that floor looks GOOD.
4. We had no good lunch stuff, so I went to go to Publix to get chili to eat. And Sarah says some dumb stuff. Example: she was saying how we need to go to the post office while we're in Perry for the rabies shots. And she said, "We could go before or after the appointment." No. I thought we'd go during the appointment.
5. So I'm coming back from Publix, and I go to the mailbox to get the mail, and the flag breaks off when I open the box. And if you know anything about me, it's that I don't like our mailman. Or woman. Or whoever- they crumple certificates, and, obviously, break mailboxes. I've often thought what if the Fed didn't run the post. Like- what if there were a conglomerate of little postal businesses that got the job done? Maybe people would care about their work then. And that's pretty much been my whole day minus breakfast, Gone with the Wind, and kitties. And I did fix the flag, which was encouraging. Of course I had to figure it out by the side of the road with all the cars driving by like ??? But I did it. And it works.
Last night at quilting, I spent the entire time sewing SO may handles to SO many bags. It was exhausting. And ladies really like to talk about car/motorcycle accidents and how dangerous bikes are. I guess it gives them cheap thrills. Like ghost stories. Or those ride outside of Wal-Mart. Yeah- you know which ones I'm talking about.
September 2
So far today I have:
1. Woke up and read law and stat
2. CISM class
3. DIDN'T get my foot stuck in a bus! *yay*
September 26
-the day we went to the River-
Will: "Man- if Michael was here, we could pirateer that boat!"
Someone: "Why would we need Michael?"
Will: "Because Michael's our pirate."
And that's all I've got. There's some way more funny stuff, but it's not blog appropriate. Let's just say that my occasional rants are highly entertaining.
For me.
Not a fan of bangs,
TWS
March 7
I'm so ready for my econ test tomorrow. It's sad- I'm not looking forward to the test for the sake of pwning it, but rather a fact beyond that where I'll probably finish the test early and then get in line for my fruited chicken salad 20 minutes earlier.
Is it worth the wait?
Depends on how bad you want the salad.
March 8
I'm so glad I don't have anymore classes! Or a Southern accent...
March 27
Sammy: "I'm good at making people feel awkward. It's one of my spiritual gifts."
March 28
I'm not exactly sure what I do want, but I know what I don't want. I don't want to be one of those people stuck in an office for a 40-hour work week that ends up in their 40s and wonders where all the time has gone. Nono. I want to have the TIME that God has given me and REMEMBER what I did with that time. "This was the year I started my business" - "That was the summer of Owl City" - "This is when we bought our house"- etc.
Bottom line: Life is too short to spend it working for money that you'll use to die comfortably.
May 6
Like- I dove into that lake. If I weren't me, I'd like me.
June 12
Dad: "I need to rotate my tires. The front ones are getting bald."
Me: "Can't they just wear wigs?"
July 6
So get this- Mum and I JUST came back from our bike ride to Granny and Pa's house like- no more than 15 minutes ago. And the phone rings. Guess who. True story.
July 12
I found a quarter under my bed today.
July 30
So this week flew by. Let's see- Monday... I dunno. Tuesday- Ralph came, so we talked with him over peach wine. It was disgusting- the wine part, not that talking part. Or maybe that was Monday. But this peach wine- UGH. I don't know why we
1. used good peaches for that
2. serve it to other people
Dad says I don't drink it right- like, you're supposed to sip it occasionally, but every sip gets worse and worse. Anyway- then around Tuesday- yeah. Ok, Tuesday I wake up sick, but I already told Beth that I'd go to lunch with her and friends, and I do, and it was pretty entertaining. Funny things that Chris Busby said (not verbatim):
1. Sylvania: what kind of a country is that? Their flag has a guy on it going *shrug*
2. The iPad is nothing more than a Lite Brite.
August 1
Even if I'm going to the bank or the grocery store, I feel this need to look like a person and not a troll in pajama pants.
August 10
It's a pretty nice day for August. It's not humid and a little breezy. Still hot, but bearable.
Today has been annoying, and I don't really know why. Delineation:
1. So Sarah likes and therefore listens to Lady Gaga and all this club-like music. It's really stupid. And annoying. And it's not like she plays it in her room- no, no. She has her laptop set up in the den so everyone can hear it. Everywhere.
2. It was talking on the phone to the Avenue about moving in on Friday, and she comes busting in saying how I don't need to lock the door. Well duh- I knew she'd be running in the yard- WHY would I lock up? But like- WHILE I was on the phone. So she just stands there listening to me and I really hate the phone, so I didn't get to ask what time I can be there, which I guess it doesn't matter because we'll get there when we get there, but still. Urg. I hate split concentration. And then she just stood there and watched me.
3. I cleaned Granny's house today, and she gets these stupid mops that don't do anything. They just push crumbs around on the floor. So I was like- F that, I'm getting this clean, so I vacuum the kitchen instead. And it's finally clean. So when she goes to pay me, she asks if I mopped the floor and I told her what I just told you. Then she's like, "But did you put wet stuff on it?" WHY does it matter if I got it clean anyway? Mopping doesn't DO anything. It's not like there was any spill to clean up. It was just pushing dirt around instead of picking it up. So I tell her I did mop it- because I did do about half of it before I got fed up. And that floor looks GOOD.
4. We had no good lunch stuff, so I went to go to Publix to get chili to eat. And Sarah says some dumb stuff. Example: she was saying how we need to go to the post office while we're in Perry for the rabies shots. And she said, "We could go before or after the appointment." No. I thought we'd go during the appointment.
5. So I'm coming back from Publix, and I go to the mailbox to get the mail, and the flag breaks off when I open the box. And if you know anything about me, it's that I don't like our mailman. Or woman. Or whoever- they crumple certificates, and, obviously, break mailboxes. I've often thought what if the Fed didn't run the post. Like- what if there were a conglomerate of little postal businesses that got the job done? Maybe people would care about their work then. And that's pretty much been my whole day minus breakfast, Gone with the Wind, and kitties. And I did fix the flag, which was encouraging. Of course I had to figure it out by the side of the road with all the cars driving by like ??? But I did it. And it works.
Last night at quilting, I spent the entire time sewing SO may handles to SO many bags. It was exhausting. And ladies really like to talk about car/motorcycle accidents and how dangerous bikes are. I guess it gives them cheap thrills. Like ghost stories. Or those ride outside of Wal-Mart. Yeah- you know which ones I'm talking about.
September 2
So far today I have:
1. Woke up and read law and stat
2. CISM class
3. DIDN'T get my foot stuck in a bus! *yay*
September 26
-the day we went to the River-
Will: "Man- if Michael was here, we could pirateer that boat!"
Someone: "Why would we need Michael?"
Will: "Because Michael's our pirate."
And that's all I've got. There's some way more funny stuff, but it's not blog appropriate. Let's just say that my occasional rants are highly entertaining.
For me.
Not a fan of bangs,
TWS
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