7.31.2003
work work work. that seems as if its ALLL i do.
a general overview of my daily schedule you say? SURE.
9:15(ish) - wake up
9:40(ish) - haul ass to work
10:00(ish) - come to work prepared with some outrageous excuse...typical Lj style.
5:30 - get off work and smile...alot
6:00 - softball practice ...and not so much smiling.
8:00 - softball practice over ...resume smiling.
8:30(ish) - home. yayyy!
did you know that people give you funny looks when you dump out $2.01 (mostly in change) on the counter at the gas station?
*mumble* "...$2.01 on pump 5"
i am now giving out a Dumple of the Week Award.
This award will be given to someone who is crazy, and goes nuts 24/7.
*wink*
basically, if you kick ass, you get it. got it? good.
*drumroll*
*~NeLiTa B.~*
co-worker, friend, les...err...NEVERMIND.
even though (as usual) you had a bad first impression of me...due to my mothers blabbery mouth... we still became friends/ drunkards/ wal-mart terrorizers/ cleptomaniacs...
(*glances at burn marks on forehead from wendy's employee's eyes*)
...and much much more!
*mumble*
only $19.95 + $5.95 shipping and handling, but wait! theres more! when you call for the video within the next 5 minutes, you also get a free preview of the upcoming film, "STEAM...y NIGHTS!"
yeah. enough. ;)
oh, and by the way, this is a ~N. B. O.~ (for those of you who are fashionably uninformed- thats stands for Nelita B. Original) creamy white suit ...pink pinstripes, low cut with a little pink lace peeking out the top - yeah, see if that wins the senatorial election!
moving right along...
so a few weeks ago im standing in the mcdonalds line, and i overhear a woman talking about her diet. well, because i'm ALWAYS interested when it comes to the diet topic (i AM female), i decide this is one conversation i want to tune into. (NOT anal massages) So i hear her go on and on about intaking less...blahdy blah...the same garbage you hear 24/7. in an attempt to tune her out, i begin to concentrate on what I am going to eat. [in light of the conversation, i go out on a limb and try their new salad. (which i recommend - amazingly)] at that point, i hear the same lady (attempting refinement) say something about a quarter pounder...only to proudly announce that she wanted a DIET coke with it.
riiight. but fear not, I do have an answer to your next question…
As the tootsie pop owl so eloquently said,
“The world may never know…”
I am only going to touch on this next subject.
For fear of making myself verryyy verrry agitated.
As some of you already know, I get road rage…quite easily. (I cant help it!!)
So I’m driving…or, attempting it…and this guy keeps slowing down…speeding up – etc. when I drive past him, he is slugging down a beer…in plain sight.
This is the mentality of “truhuck” driving idiots (and to be completely stereotypical for 2 seconds) living in WM.
OHHHHHH
Which reminds me!
*SECOND RANT OF THE CENTURY*
I’m sitting at the compy 386, once again, only paying half-attention. (I’ve gotten quite good at that) when I hear
“…addressed at the school board meeting tonight….”
My ears perk up a bit – because I’m praying that they do something about these public schools around here. (eric’s challenge level = 0.) little did I know that it was the WM football coach on…talking about NEEDING to get astroturf for their football field. *insert exasperated sigh here* his argument…(if you want to even flatter it by calling it an ARGUMENT) was that, and I quote, “the schoolboard would only be out about $500,000.) ONLY $500,000.
OH, GEEZUS…I REALLY wish I had been there. Because I would have let him know just how many of his truhuck driving, rebel redneck, monosyllabic imbeciles that could benefit from $500,000 spent on their EDUCATION. (obviously a new word in those parts) I mean, just THINK of how many Hooked On Phonics tapes they could buy with $500,000… or…Reader Rabbit for geezus’ sake. SOMETHING that will allow them to construct a complete sentence in the future.
Oh well. Things will never change, and I must face that. That same coach’s son is the future coach, and his son, and his son…and the process of planting dip in their back pocket and a ball cap on their head the second they’re popped out will continue on for (I fear) forever.
I can at least be happy that I’m getting out.
so I go off to girls state on Friday. (yayyy) nothing beats being thrown into a fast-paced 24/7 world of politics and top speed campaigning. *grin*
and on that note, I will bid my goodbyes for yet another week, and hope that I get to fill you in on everything when I get back. (likely not – considering things start going VERY fast when I return)
but, until then…my kiddies, I leave you with this.
Mrs. Riser, Dr. Feldhaus, and Mr. Ngar are shown a pasture with a
herd of sheep, and told to put them inside the smallest possible amount of fence. Mrs. Riser is first. She herds the sheep into a circle and then puts the fence around them, declaring, "A circle will use the least fence for a given area, so this is the best solution." Dr. Feldhaus is next. She creates a circular fence of infinite radius around the sheep, and then draws the fence tight around the herd, declaring, "This will give the smallest circular fence around the herd." Mr. Ngar is last. After giving the problem a little thought, he puts a small fence around himself and then declares, "I define myself to be on the outside!"
as for now,
~iM OuT~
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