Don't Read This
A blog of stuff that will not be interesting to anyone except for my friends.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Thursday, August 25, 2005
this woman that i work with busted up her knee pretty bad. she was getting onto a boat and the boat moved and her leg fell between the dock and the boat and the boat crushed her knee. she has had to have some knee surgery. the whole thing has been pretty painful for her.
she has 2 young daughters and both she and her husband work. she is going to be on crutches and needing a lot of help for a while. so i decided to make her a casserole, to make dinner a little easier for her one night.
i gave it to her on tuesday and she was so thrilled.
later that day, rs and i were walking to the restroom and we were chatting away about work. on the way we blew past the crutch lady (dr) and dj as they were heading to the restroom.
rs and i are so caught up with what we are talking about that we both go to our stalls (3 stalls away from each other) and just keep chatting away. this is pretty unusual- usually you quit any conversation as soon as you walk in the stall.
i can barely hear ds and dr over all the chatter, but i hear, "i think someone is in there" and then "yeah, looks like someone is."
then i realized i was in the handicapped stall which is the only stall that dr can use. so i start apologizing profusely as i am coming out of the stall explaining that it is my favorite stall because it is so roomie, etc., etc.
dr just looks and me and deadpans "its a good thing you brought that casserole" then walks into the stall.
i sure did feel tiny.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Harry putting the chickens to bed
this is from the farm i went to when i got the tick on my eyelid. this is my cousin's husband getting the chickens ready to go to bed. that is my aunt ginny's head.
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Friday, August 12, 2005
hot damn. the sopranos are going to be on for 2 more seasons instead of just one!!
season 6: March 2006 12, episodes.
season 7: January 2007, 8 episodes.
Monday, July 25, 2005
my parents came to visit this weekend. sat morning we got in the car to drive to rocky mount to take my grandmother's cousin out to lunch. when we got in the car there were HUNDREDS of ants crawling all arund through the car. aparently my dad had a tire on an ant hill. i literally had ants in my pants from the short ride to the grocery store to get some bug spray. i think my dad needs to sell his car. its cursed. (when he had his heart attack- some hoodlums filled the whole car up with the dust from 4 fire extinguishers- many of the electronics have not worked properly since).
last night i was at work and i went outside to get dinner. i caught these dudes doing doughnuts in the parking lot. they were in a real fancy bmw convertible. i really wanted them to hit a curb.




