Lab Work

So I realize that I'm not good at getting my blood drawn. I usually get a little queasy; my blood pressure drops down... way down. But needless to say, I've never passed out... that is until yesterday. I had to leave work early for my pre-op appt. so I skipped lunch and opted for a Reese Cup to tie me over. I get to the lab and realize I probably should've eaten, but what difference does it make. I inform her that I can get a little quesasy, and she says she's only had 2 people in 10 years pass out and that I'll be fine. Well, I wasn't. She was done, I get light headed, she puts salts under my nose and I pass out anyway. Apparently I convulsed a couple times (dreamed about shopping at Walmart) and then woke up. Shaun said he would laugh at me if I passed out... he wasn't laughing when I woke up. They wheeled me to a futon and made me lay there for 15 minutes. My team leader at work asked how I was going to handle surgery... well if I pass out then at least I'm already laying down!

Surgery Update

So I was wrong... way wrong. Now I have to have nasal reconstructive surgery that includes a Septoplasty (straightening a deviated septum by removing cartilage and bone)and Turbinate Surgery (bone and mucus membrane being removed). So that dreadful, miserable packing I was trying to avoid will be definite along with a splint. This by itself could cause throat dryness and irritation... but add that with the tonsilectomy I'm going to have and we're screaming for the morphine drip. I think I'm going to request to be put under for say, 4 days until the packing and splint can be removed. I had my nose packed almost 10 years ago, and I can remember it vividly. I would rather birth 4 children consecutively than have my nose packed for days on end. I guess the good thing is I probably won't notice that my throat is killing me since I'll be so distraught about my nose. I need some anxiety medicine... Badly. I'm already freaking out about this and I don't even know what day it will be yet. Not to mention that I've thrown up every single time I've had surgery and throwing up while having a packed nose is unbearable. I think I would rather not be able to breathe.

Airport Excursion

So I'm leaving soon to pick Shaun up from the airport... I tell you. That guy travels more than anyone I know. He is in DC for some ANS conference and is staying with Charity and Steve. He is about to tell his advising Prof. that he doesn't want to work with her anymore. He is really upset about the whole situation. She has been working him to death and never ceases to ask for more. It's absolutely ridiculous. But I can't wait to see him. I just want to leave now so I can get there already. Course I doubt his plane as landed yet. I need to print off the latest version of The Program for him to see and critique. I'm hoping that we will untable the discussion on the red velvet cake with white icing... that would be great.

Surgery

So I've been sick now for what feels likes months, but has been about 3 weeks. I've been the doctor's twice and have been put on weeks of psycho antibiotics. I'm finally feeling a little better. But the last time I was in I was told I have to have surgery and meet with a surgeon. Not major surgery really, tonsilectomy, tubes put in ears and possible adneiodectomy. But surgery none the less, which I hate. Hopefully I won't have to spend any time in the hospital for it. So, wish me luck.

Wedding Progress

I have made much progress on the Wedding front since my last post. I have picked the music... we're having a brass quintet. I'm walking down the isle to "Trumpet Voluntary" by Clarke (notice the name). I have scheldued our taste testing which will take place in a couple of weeks. I have made the first draft of the program. I have almost all of the addresses for the guestlist, and have contacted everyone that I don't have one for so I can get it. I have blocked the hotel rooms. We have a photographer, 2 actually. So really the only big thing left is my dress... oh I really don't like shopping. Crystal has offered to take me to the outlet malls in hopes of finding a great deal.

Something UnWedding Related

So, since the wedding is practically running my life now, I've decided to try and blog about something else. Well, sorta. I spoke with Sr. Rose today trying to figure out with the Schafer-Lehnen Reunion is so I don't have it the same weekend as the bridal shower that Aunt Mary and Aunt Becky are throwing for me. She mentioned that her convent is having a Bizarre. So, hopefully Bob and I can go down and see her and go to the Bizarre. Talking to mom now about the house.

The Name Change

So I've been battling the whole name change debate. Shaun is very much for me taking his name, to the point that he won't even discuss the subject or give me any reasons as to why this is so important to him. He thinks that I'm holding on the some random feminist ideal, and that I should just let it go. Beth and I took a poll at work to how people felt about the issue. Needless to say, that only made me feel worse. I mean I don't want to take it just because he wants me to and then regret it later. In fact, I would rather want to take it especially since he feels so strongly about it. I talked to Stef and she didn't really help either. So, I called my sister. She was by far the most helpful person on the topic so far. She brought up some very good points. Her thoughts were that he is giving me the gift of his name because poeple leave together and he refuses to marry her and not even give her the option of taking his name. Also, she liked the instant unity that is implied by having the same last name. If you have a different last name that you have to say that you are married, it's not implied. So, alas, I'm feeling better about the decision already.

I'm sorry, is this your wedding??

I didn't realize how rude people could become at the near mention of someone they know having a wedding. I'm mean really... do you care that much. So much that I can't even get what I want? Apparently so. It appears that although I may be getting married on Aug. 27th, I'm not the one whose wedding it is. I've had more complaints in the last month from random family members than I get at work six months. (And that's saying A LOT). People are making such random demands from who HAS to be in the wedding, from what we are giving as favors to what time it is and to who is sitting next to who. WHO CARES?? If you don't like it, then DON'T COME! I won't even be offended. In fact, I will be overjoyed that you voluntary elimated yourself off the guest list, and I don't have to pay $21 for you to eat. I'm so sick of this stupid wedding planning that I've decided that is will be done by Thanksgiving. Because there is no way I'm going to family functions and getting bombarded with tips and ideas. Instead, I can say, "I'm sorry you have an opinion about that, but it's already DONE! Have a nice life." Needless to say, I'm a little bitter.

A NEW DATE (and place)

So we have a new date, a real date! August 27th, 2005 at the Purdue Memorial Union in the South Ballroom. We don't have a time yet, but probably around 5:30pm. So, needless to say, I've been caught up in more wedding plans; all of which are making me nutty. I think we will have some nice sentimental things in the wedding though. We are having my old trumpet teacher play at the ceremony. Charity is making all the bouquets and boutineers. I'm using the bouquet that Charity tossed, and Shaun proposed with as my bouquet. I'm hoping to wear my Aunt Marie's dress. And other things. So, hopefully, all will go well. I'm trying not to stress.

Wedding Blog

So Beth has pointed out that this has become, at least in part, A Wedding Blog. So, to stay with the theme, I will get you updated on the details. I think we found a place to live, which is always good. I went dress shopping and found one I really liked. I think I could make my aunt's dress look like that, I just need to lose about 80 lbs. Which brings me to my next point. I joined Bally's and am meeting with a Personal Trainer on Monday who is going to attempt to whip me into shape, but will probably just end up whipping me.

We have a date!

So, clear your scheldues because on August 20th, 2005 I am offically going to be Mrs. Adrianne Clarke. I'm off to look at wedding dresses today, and am still trying to get all my bridesmaids to come look with me. Feel free to visit our wedding webpage to get all the details. I can't wait!

Bridezilla vs. Momzilla

So, the last week of my engagement has been interesting to say the least. A side of me has emerged that I think I would've rather not have seen and am trying to bury once more. Basically since I've gotten engaged I'm thinking of all these things I've been supressing for the last 6 years. I have been on a mad dash to get as much planned in this wedding this week as humanly possible. Unfortanely, the groom is not feeling my urgency. I guess I wanted to hurry up and plan it before he changed his mind. Obviously all these thoughts are ridiculous, but have occured none the less. Shaun asked if I could just be happy for a few days, and he's right, I should be. Meanwhile, I'm telling my mother some of the things I would like at MY wedding and she had an anuresim. I said I wanted to wear flip flops because that is all I wear, even in the snow, and she said that was absurb. I said I wanted a hog roast, just something casual... she said there is no way that her only daughter is having a hog roast at her wedding. But, perhaps the biggest confusion yet is she is begging me to elope, but then if we don't then I'm supposed to have this big tradional wedding. Baffaling.

You Won't Believe It!!!

I GOT ENGAGED! I know, I can't believe it either; I had practically given up on the fact that he would ever ask, and here it is... I'm staring at this 1.3 carat ring on my finger that's absolutely gorgeous! So... here how it happened...

We're at Charity and Steve's Wedding. Mind you, everyone knew about this except for me. I mean EVERYONE: her family, his family, our friends, the photographer. So, her Aunt Vicky ties the ring to inside the toss bouquet. Everyone is making sure I get the bouquet. I think this is kind of odd, but then I'm thinking, well it is about time. It's only been 6 1/2 years. So, she throws it, I catch it and stand there smiling for the picture, not noticing this huge rock sticking out of the bouquet (that Shaun picked out and Charity's mom made). So, he takes it from me and gets down on one knee. I stand there in complete and utter shock. I didn't move for a minute straight when Charity said, "take your other ring off." I couldn't believe it. I couldn't cry or speak or anything. Shaun can't get the ring out because Vicky had tied it in there so tight (they had lost the ring earlier in the day and sent the whole wedding party looking for it). So finally he just says, "Will you marry me?" holding the rind in the bouquet. I say "YES" and a swarm of screaming girls come at me to hug and congratulate me. Shaun is still on the ground trying to get the ring. I give Charity this look like, You knew all about this and didn't even give me any clues!" I give her the biggest hug ever and she is saying stuff to me I can't remember because I'm in a daze. I look back at Shaun who is now holding the ring sans bouquet and puts it on my finger... a perfect fit. We start hugging and then Charity and Steve join us for a group hug. The DJ is playing "Going to the Chapel" everyone is smiling. I still can't believe I'm engaged. We are looking at an August 2005 Wedding but will keep you posted. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect proposal, a more perfect finacee or a more perfect occasion! Thank you Shaun!

What kind of Tree are you?

I read an email this morning that looked at when I was born and told me what kind of tree I am... here are the results.

Hornbeam Tree (Good Taste) -- of cool beauty, cares for its looks and condition, good taste, is not egoistic, makes life as comfortable as possible, leads a reasonable and disciplined! life, looks for kindness and acknowledgment in an emotional partner, dreams of unusual lovers, is seldom happy with its feelings, mistrusts most people, is never sure of its decisions, very conscientious.


I thought this was interesting, so I looked up Shaun's. His results are as follows

Maple Tree (Independence of Mind) -- no ordinary person, full of imagination and originality, shy and reserved, ambitious, proud, self-confident, hungers for new experiences, sometimes nervous, has many complexities, good memory, learns easily, complicated love life, wants to impress.


Oddly, I think these describe us pretty well. I kept the email if you want I can send it to you.

Labor Day Weekend

I started off my weekend by attending Bob's showing. Then we went back to his aunt and uncle's house where we ate pizza and I received a two hour billiards lesson by Uncle Jeff... drunk Uncle Jeff at that. Saturday I wake up early, get ready, but am still late getting to Shaun's house (had to stop and get Burger King). Go to traditional after funeral lunch, and then met my dad at Par View for quite possibly my worst round of golf to date. If was horrific. So, we go home, shower, and head to Don Pablos where they call our name out loud, but not over the speaker, so we don't hear it (because we're outside) and are consequently rushed to a table. I enjoy a new and tasty quesadilla - bacon and chicken something another. Don't remember, but really good. Then we head back to Indy where I can finally enjoy being in my own apt. for once. Sunday we wake up and meet Kathleen, Chetan, Raoul and some other people for lunch at Max and Erma's. Course it took us an hour to decide to eat there, but it was good none the less. Next we headed to Dick's where I found a really great golf club set for only $179. It made me swing even further. Then we drove downtown to Circle Center where we met up with Stef and Josh (a.k.a. Mr. Nelson) and then went to Hollywood Bar and Filmworks where we saw the Manchurian Candidate. Quite Odd, but the nachos were really good. Monday we get up and head to Smokey Bones... which I love, and had the BBQ pulled pork. Then we went to Target and bought the new Chris Rock stand-up and then went to JoAnn's to buy more yarn for more scarves. Come home, watched the movie- hilarious, he leaves. I go to Texas Roadhouse for dinner with Stef and Josh - he leaves, and then she comes over for a chat. All-in-all, a productive, yet relaxing weekend.

More Test Results

I took this Myers-Briggs- Jung Test. Apparently I am an:

ENFP - "Journalist". Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. Life is an exciting drama. 8.1% of total population.

Extroverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiver. That's what it says I am. What do you think?

Personality Tests

So this morning I'm looking for personality tests online and found this great site. SimilarMinds.com. I took the Brain Lateralization Test. My results are as follows:

Right Brain |||||||||||| 48%
Left Brain |||||||||||| 46%

Why doesn't this surprise me. My mom is all right brain and my dad is all left brain. Well, if you take one of the tests, let me know what you're results are. More of my results are to follow.

Work Sucks

So let's find the most complicated, worst way to do something and implement that policy. GREAT IDEA. This is what the ladies do at my work. Part of my job is to run labels for a weekly mailing. Fine. So we could set up one big database that recognizes changes made and have that compatible to say, I don't know, Word or Excel so you can do a mail merge and print those people directly onto envelopes saving both time and money. Instead we have 3 databases we use that aren't compatible to each other and try to bring in another database to make them all talk to each other creating 40 additional steps, not mentioning the hassle and confusion. Then when we're all done we have labels that we have to stick on envelopes instead of them printing directly onto the envelope. This process has only been made worse as we enter a new fiscal year and try to pitch the old people while installing the new ones. Did I mention that I work in an office with 21 women and 2 old men where except for three of these women they are all at least 34 years old, most in their fifties and sixties. "NEW" is not a word in their vocabulary. Of course neither is "common sense." Any job leads out there??

Funny way to start the Morning

I wake up at 6:00 this morning and refuse to get up 20 minutes before I normally would. I decide that I'm too comfortable and that I'm just going to lay there for 20 minutes. OK, so 20 minutes turned into 90 and I wake up 30 minutes after I'm supposed to be at work. I rush to get ready and leave in time to make it to work by eight. So, I'm locking my apt. door and there is a guy walking down the stairs dressed in a yellow polo and khakis and wearing a name badge, like he works at Lilly or some place. He says Hi, and I grunt something close to Hi back. Then he smiles, turns around and runs right into the door. Good thing I was still half asleep or I would've burst into laughter as opposed to smiling like I did. So, I said, "too early in the morning still" trying to make him not feel stupid. Then he "follows" me to work until I turn on 10th St. So, maybe he does work at Lilly.

Goodbye to Bob

Shaun's Uncle Bob died Tuesday night. It seems like just last month that his mom died. This is a lot of death for a family I've know for six and half years and had never had anyone die during that time until recently. I feel really badly for his aunt who has lost two people very close to her in a matter of two years. And their son is only five and just started kindergarten this year. I can't imagine. Please pray for their family in this hard time of remembering those who've passed on. It's times like these that make me thankful for those around me and for having my final arrangements made and a means to pay for them.

Lessons Learned

So I just realized why they warn you about eating around/ over your keyboard. I was eating a doughnut that Marty brought in for the pitch-in at work today and unbeknownst to me, icing was dripping out the other end. It landed in between the keys and down in the bottom of the keyboard where no Quiznos napkin could reach. Now letters T, Y, K, I, and J are a little gooey on top. Hmmm.... what cleaning agent would be safe to use?

Speaking of messes, my car was a disaster. I got done working out yesterday and went to put my sneakers in the trunk and confirmed what Shaun had told me... my trunk was quite stinky. I don't know what was in there, and have been trying to avoid finding out. But yesterday I was certain the smell was leaching into the car and something had to be done about it. (I was turning into Ryan and Wes with have eaten dinners and old laundry in my car). So... I got out my new Dirt Devil Hand Vac and headed to the car... full steam ahead. I took an empty trash bag that had been living in my glove compartment and began filling it with gum wrappers and napkins, old tennis balls and melted deodorant. (That was just the car). Then I opened the feared trunk. I found papers as old as Jan 2003. I had put on my spare tire in I don't know.... March, and had never bothered to piece the jack and tired back together and secure it down - now finished. Tons of dirty laundry including some of Ryan's dirty underwear and socks. I took this bait and tackle box I won and comprised a "car kit" consisting of a wrench, some tie down strappy things and various other items. I took my jumper cables that I had used sometime this winter and neatly put them back in the bag they came it. So now all that is in my trunk is 2 tennis rackets, my golf clubs and cart, my car kit, jumper cables, and my gas can... you just never know.

Pictures from CA

Finally got around to getting these pictures to my computer... so here they are.

Shaun and I in front on Golden Gate Bridge
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Shaun took this picture
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Jet Setter

I have been called a "Jet Setter" twice this weekend. I think this is quite odd considering I've never heard the phrase before. Anyway, Shaun and I (and 10 other random people that know Charity and Steve) flew/drove/rode to New Orleans this weekend. Shaun and I flew and had a connecting flight in Houston. All four flights were ahead of schedule amazingly enough. The weekend was interesting to say the least though. Friday I forgot my wallet at work and had to drive 40 minutes out of our way to get it. That put us at the airport at 10 for our 10:45 flight. We had a record check-in (no line), got coffee, passed through security and arrived at the gate by 10:10. Land in New Orleans, get checked-in to find Steve forgot his cell phone in VA... minor debacle. Two of the guys that drove Ed and Denny, their car broke down a block before the hotel, and they pushed it into a FREE parking space. Dan and Jen paid $50 for valet and their car got broken into. Ed and Denny's car hadn't been touched. Due to Dan and Jen's fiasco, we had to take a psycho driving cab to the airport to arrive at 3:50 for out 4:32 flight. Nothing like cutting it close. Overall though, I had a great time, and was glad to see Charity and Steve did too. Next time I go I would like to check out more of the jazz clubs and such. But at least I can say I tried a Hurricane and a Hand Grenade. (They were quite gross).

Wedding Blues

So, my friend Stef found her wedding dress yesterday. She is very excited to say the least. I will be a bridesmaid in her wedding on July 2, 2005. Then I will be able to start the tradition of "always a bridesmaid, never a bride." I was going to wear a sage green dress, but apparently after yesterday's shopping adventures, I get to wear a light banana colored dress. That will be much better I think.

Shaun is at my apt. attempting to bake a cake for me that I need for the PC party I'm doing tonight. Hopefully it will turn out well.

I got a picture of Sam and I by the Christmas Tree to put in a picture frame I was give by the National President Katherine Morris. It is next to my phone and looks quite cute. Well, need to hurry so I can get home and see my sweetie.

He Lives!!!

Well, I saw Shaun last night in the flesh and blood. I'm so excitied. He is coming into work today to meet my friends from work. We are going to the Living Room Lounge. A little restaurant downtown off a little alley. Currently I'm eating a bagel for our intern's last day. Jenny went down to get it and I'm eating the other half. I didn't feel like going downstairs, and I have a lot of work to do. I'm trying to do some of tomorrow's work too as I'll be in... NEW ORLEANS. I'm so excited. Oh, speaking of travelling. Shaun asks me yesterday what my feelings are on White Water Rafting. I give him an odd look and say cautiously, why? Then he says Charity and Steve are going to PA for Labor Day weekend and are going White Water Rafting. I fianlly agree, and then we pulls out the kicker. Suddenly I have to go camping too! I've been tricked! Alas, I already said I would go so it's too late. I feel like I've done more travelling in the last 2 months than in the last 2 years!

Only 1 more day!

So, the countdown to Shaun's arrival is nearing an end! Last I talked to him he was in Illinois and should be home in about a 1/2 hour! I am so excited to see him I could burst. Instead I'm eating Cheeze-it's and Starburst. Today has been more productive than yesterday although not nearly as productive as I've been. I did manage to rearrange the entire tub packing list that my boss had created and wasn't helpful at all. Needless to say, convention is coming soon, and I'm almost ready for it. A nice feeling. Carol has had her phone on Do Not disturb all day so she can get some work done. Unlike me who is begging for someone to call me so I can stop packing tubs. Alas. I'm' trying Peanut M&M's. They are quite tasty, but a little sweet. I'm trying to learn more about Access so that I can create my own database for genealogy. Well, off to do more work.

I think I'm addicted

So, I got to sleep in BOTH Saturday AND Sunday this weekend. This marks the first time in I don't remember when. I am so excited! Saturday was quite productive as my friend Beth stopped by b/c I forgot my food chopper at her home the night before and then we started chatting. I then did another PC party at 2pm. This one proved to be slightly less successful than the first, but we have not collected all of her outside orders yet. Then, I came home and organized and cleaned my apt. for the rest of the evening. I settled in with a little TV and a movie... course I can't remember for the life of me what I watched. Anyway, then Sunday I slept in, and did absolutely NOTHING until 4pm. I lied around, ate some food and watched Felicity reruns. I realized as I was searching for my favorite episodes and wondering why I hadn't seen the one that was playing. I realized it's because I hadn't had a chance to watch the entire 2nd season yet! Dear heavens. What a catatrophy. So, this has become my new mission in the next 2 days before Shaun gets back Wed! YEA! Which I think pretty much means I'm addicted. I've actually been thinking about Felicity all day while trying to avoid doing real work. Then Beth today offered to let me come to her place to do laundry and save some quarters! How awesome is that! Carol and Walt are coming over for dinner tonight, so I better get going.

Clueless Moment

So, I'm nearing the end of my work day yesterday and I'm trying to run some mailing labels. For once, I decide to check these labels against what is known as the "Red Book." The Red Book is a collection of "important" people in the organization and their contact information. So, I'm looking back and forth between the Red Book and my computer screen where Access has so kindly generated labels for me and I'm realizing they are not matching. So, I call Beth, the Red Book lady, and I'm like, "Beth, what's going on here, I don't understand??" This is says so-and-so is a such and so chairman in the Red Book but the computer says something else!" Beth says, "I don't know, I've been having problems with Access today. Why don't you try and update it again." So, I update again, and same problem. I call Beth back, and she says, wait a minute... what year are you looking at? Um..... 2002-2003. Needless to say, we both erupt in laughter for nearly 2 minutes as I realize I've been using last years Red Book since I started here in April. I'm such a dork.

Good -bye Samantha

So, today is Sam's last day at work. I am sad because she is one of the 2 people a track down to complain about my day at work. She is also one of the 2 rational and down to earth people here. Now, Carol and I will have to cling to each other for some state of normalcy. Sam hates pitch-in's, especially those held in her honor. So what does the ALA do? We have a breakfast pitch-in for her at 9:30. Of course that is too late in the morning for her to wait to eat, but in order for all the stragglers of the office to be included, we have to wait until then. I am supposed to be down there right now, and instead I'm writing this. I really don't have a desire to watch people pretend to care that my friend and confidant is leaving. So, I'd rather stay up here, and go down later and eat leftovers.

So, I wish Sam good luck with her teaching career which I know will be fabulous and so will she. Good-bye Sam and good luck. I will miss you greatly. For it is your "fault" that I'm working here in the first place :) Not to mention the sole reason I have this blog. Thank you so much for all your kind words, advice, and listening to me nag about work and all the old biddies affiliated with it. You truly are a great friend and I look forward to many more fun times together.... Preferably without screaming, diving children.

Moments Unblogged

So, I'm talking with Sam last night after an eventful swimming trip, and realized I have been missing out on some great blogging opportunities. This is very tragic indeed. So, I have decided today to create several blogs that will remedy this disaster. Hope you enjoy.

Calling 911

So, a few weeks ago I'm lying in bed around 10:30 pm and Krystal has already gone to bed as well. We hear the doorbell ring followed by several knocks, no pounds on the door. I yell out to her and ask if she is expecting anyone. She says no, I say no... this is a little creepy. Five minutes later they are still there knocking and yelling and at this point we are starting to get scared, so we call 911. The lady is very rude to Krystal and says to her... "what exactly is the emergency?" Uh, hello... should be wait until we are being raped or stabbed before we call you back??? What the hell? So, these 2 police officers come and say they are glad we called and they did think it was an emergency. They also mentioned she was new and would have to calm down... good thing we moved out of there.

Here are the keys to your new home...

So, I went to Pebble Point to get my keys to the new humble abode. I obtain the "walk through" checklist and proceed to my apt. As soon as I walk in I realize there is a water stain on the ceiling of the living room... and the bedroom... and the furnace closet. Hmm. There is an overall sloppy painting job done. My toilet isn't flushing. The inside of the oven is coming apart. The new carpeting isn't fully tacked down. Oh, and the hot water heater is still on "light" instead of a temperature setting. (Can we say fire hazard??) So, I march down to the office and request another one bedroom. The manager comes out and I explain the things I've seen to her. She comes to the apt. with me and call Cecil (the toothless maintenance guy) to come immediately and access the situation. Apparently the guy upstairs was on vacation for a week and his air conditioning starting leaking. Well, since he wasn't there, and no one was in my apt, no one knew about it and it leaked into my apt and soaked his carpeting. Alas, they offered to fix everything that was wrong if I'd stay and reminded me I was getting a George Foreman Grill for free. (They sure know the way to this girl's heart). So, to find out this isn't just a little grill... no it's a 12 hamburger grill. This thing is enormous and I'm not sure what to do with it as I'm sure it won't fit in my kitchen ANYWHERE. So, for now it's still in the box in the storage unit off my patio. At least it was free :)

All Done!!

Well, my huge project at work is finally all finsished and out the door. I finished up a bunch of loose ends around the office. And and I found time to eat a drumstick. A co-worker informed me that she went on a diet and was only eating 11 carbs perday. That's obsurd. I eat more than that for breakfast. Course that could explain a few things... I had a garage sale this weekend... ultra productive.. at least for Charity anyway. I came home with a "few" things. Shaun said if I came home with more than I left with I'm in trouble. (Maybe he won't notice they new items....) Played golf and got a tan yesterday with Charity. We played pretty well. And... got a tan. All missions accomplished. Well, I finally feel like things are coming together. Yippie!

Moving... Part LXXIV

Well... I am offically ALL MOVED!!!! Yeah! I cannot tell you how exciting I am. James, Charity and my mom came to complete the task yesterday. This took a good 11 hours. But, now I only have 5 boxes left to unpack, and reorganize my office and I'm all set. Well, work is very busy so I must get back.

Moving....Part XVII

I think I will never be moved.  Never.  Yesterday I got off work on time (for once in like 3 weeks).  I went to UPS to pick up a package that was delivered to my new apt before I even lived there.  Then I went to the Post Office to wait in the long line to change my address.  Then, I moved more stuff from the old apt. Ordered a pizza. Took a shower.  Ate Pizza.  Put more stuff in storage closet outside. Added lock to storage closet outside. Opened random boxes around the apt in hopes of finding the inspiration to unload one of them. Made it to one of the 3 shoe boxes. Unloaded it and then put 3 pairs back.  Moved the box to center of living room which has now been deemed "Garage Sale" Area. Decided I was getting no where.  Went to Bed at 9:30. Still tired today... even overslept until 7. Hmmm... I think I have that 24hr. tumor going around.

Farewell to Sam the Cat

July, 14, 2004.  I had to put Sam to sleep.  His kidneys were failing, and I couldn't afford the surgery to fix him.  I feel awful.  Even if I opted for the surgery there was no guarantee it would work, or the problem would reoccur.  He would have to be on special food the rest of his life.  He might suffer other problems because of it.  He would be 6 on August 25th.  I have cried everything I've come home because he's not there to welcome me.  This sucks.

Pampered Chef Conference

Conference was sooo awesome! I'm so glad I went (and that my mom was willing and able to drive me there AND BACK). I got this really great tote bag that I have now transformed into my purse. I got some great tips on being organized. And the best part is I got totally pumped about booking more shows. So last night, after a day of packing, I called 2 people and booked 2 shows! Yea! Also at conference I picked up some Vintage PC items, and I set up my own Personal Website! Let me know what you think, because after last night, I think I can really fix things!

Home Sweet Home

I was looking over my blog this morning to see if anyone had commented on my awesome trip... I see they hadn't :( and realized I never shared my great news... I HAVE AN APT!!! Yea!!! I'm moving to Pebble Point (thanks to Sam's great idea!) where I will be living in a 671 sq. ft. one bedroom apt sort of next to a lake. (I'm on the opposite side of it... less mosquitos). It has lots of closet space and such.

Weekend Get-a-way

My boyfriend flew me out to Cali to visit him over the weekend. I had an awesome time for many reasons, but mainly because I got to see him. Now I have to wait 4 1/2 weeks to see him again. Here is the run down on what we did.

Thursday: He picked me up from the airport WITH ROSES (He's so thoughtful); met the roommates; went to bed.

Friday: Went to lunch at this Winery Cafe and had an excellent wine: Sangiovese. Drove around and wistfully looked at vineyards and the huge homes that overlook them. Tried my first Jamba Juice. I'm now totally hooked and want to move to Cali just so I can have it everyday. Bought a mug instead. (much Cheaper). Went to San Francisco and ate at a Vietnamese Crab Restaurant, and then a French bakery.

Saturday: Ate at a Thai restaurant that he frequented last summer... very good. Walked around, went to Barnes & Noble (way better than Avon) and Best Buy (bought James' birthday gift). Had another Jamba Juice. Went to mall where I found a Williams Sonama (so excited). Found the bowls I've been searching for (More excited). Realized they wouldn't fit in my suitcase (Not excited). But I did get the other bowls I wanted and learned that Shaun wants a $400 portable ice maker. What am I going to do with him? Then we came home and swam. Went to Cattlemen's (steak place) where we filled out a comment card. When asked how they could get us back there more often, he relplied, "If I lived here I would eat here once a week." Had another awesome wine: BV Cab. Sav. Drove to the city to the Golden Gate National Park where I finally got to see the Golden Gate Bridge... I'm so stoked! We also saw the WWII bunkers.It was freezing up there, and very windy. So we came back and sat in the hot tub.

Sunday: Layed out, swam. Ate "California Pizza Kitchen" frozen Thai pizza - excellent. Watched Offie Space. He made me grilled stuffed sauages (articoke and something?), asparagus, corn on the cob sprinkled with butter and parmesan cheese, and grilled garlic sourdough bread... yummy. Later we took a dinner cruise on the San Francisco Giants boat where we ate Lasagna and watched the Fireworks in 40 degree weather. (I'm shocked at how cold it gets in the city!) Had another awesome wine: Lindeman's Merlot. Man I love this place.

Monday: Layed out. Went to In-and-Out Burger... sooooo good. Got a Jamba Juice for the road, and headed to the airport. Sad goodbye.

So, as you can see I had a very fun filled weekend in wine country, and I'm thankful I got to go! (Thanks Honey). The pictures are good too, but you'll have to wait until tomorrow to see those.

Apt Hunting 101

Have a mentioned I hate moving? No, let me take that back, I hate planning to move. I hate finding a place to live, packing all my stuff, just move it somewhere only to find it doesn't fit and now suddenly I need the latest and greatest organizing thingy to fix my "I own too much stuff" problem. I have been going back and forth for weeks on where I want to move. Lafayette or Indy? West side or North side? Downtown? Under a Bridge? So, finally yesterday I made the bold and daring decision to yes, stay in Indy. Whew. One decision down... 47 million to go. Also yesterday, I came to the conclusion that I really only had 3 days to find an apt. (thanks to my traveling around the US in the month I'm trying to move). So, I started packing and moving furniture around so we could sweep under it and determine if there was anything we could find that's been missing for 10 months and have a place to stack our boxes. Basically we found a bunch of cat toys and a quarter. Alas. If you know of any great places to live, let me know... I can use all the help I can get.

"Surprise! I'm at your Apt!"

So I'm sitting at work yesterday finishing up some loose ends and notice I was supposed to have left 10 mins ago. This doesn't bother me as I have been trying to accumulate some bonus hours and I didn't have any plans until 7...or so I thought. My cell starts to ring and notice it's my mom... ok, no big whoop. I answer... she informs me she is by the airport, which is about 5 mins from my apt. and says she's stoppying by. Umm... I'm not there... I'm at work. So, I hurry up what I'm doing and rush home; meanwhile I sent her to Sonic so she could enjoy a root beer float. We spend the afternoon apt. hunting and I showed her where I work. We came back and cooked dinner and visited with my roommate. Afterwards we discussed my moving option, as I know have to be moving in a month, but will be out of town for practically 2 weeks, so I really have 2 weeks to pack and move. One look at our apt could tell you we don't look like we're close to moving AT ALL. No, it looks like we have settled in and are there for the long hall. So my options are to move into a one bedroom or move back home in Lafayette and commute. I really want to stay in Indy, but after crunching the numbers yesterday, I should really move back home. I have some friends in Indy that would allow me to occupy their residences for one evening a week, and my best friend commutes to IUPUI everyday so I could carppool with her. Yes, this makes sence, but I will have to live a structured life (which I hate) and live out of a suitcase. Ugh. I hate making important decisions.

Productivity Level

My boyfriend has a this habit of telling me his productivity level for the day on a scale from 1 to 10. This amuses me as today it was a 2, and has extreme variance... yesterday he was at an 8. Well, today, I was just flying through projects like you wouldn't believe. I didn't even stop to take and breath. I would consider this a 10 on the scale and I emailed him and told him so. However, I was informed earlier (by Shaun) that a 10 was not obtainable and I must be performing at a 9. What? What?? What you mean I can't perform at a 10? He says that would be perfect and is therefore not really a valid option. Well, if it's not an option, why's it on the scale? And furthermore, what does "Perfect Productivity" mean anyway? That's not a phrase. Chalk that one up with "Baby Fish Mouth." So, I adamantly disagree and was looking for other's opinions.

The Picnic's a Wrap

So, Sam and I were going to make sandwich wraps for our work pitch-in today. Then, her friend Danielle offered to go to lunch with her and suddenly making sandwiches for co-workers you don't like didn't seem quite as appealing... I just don't understand. So, I thought I could just make them myself. Well, I went to my cousin Bob's last night... the one I work on genealogy with. Well, let's just say I tried to leave at 8:30 and didn't leave until 9:50. Alas. So, here I am attempting to make wraps with corn tortillas (not flour) and it's not working well... AT ALL! I get horribly frustrated, start ranting and raving in the kitchen... whorf down 2 pieces of turkey and chesse I was trying to use and stormed to the door. I am asking my roommate where my phone is (3 times) and she tells me it's in my hand (3 times) at which point I'm like, "Oh, it's in my hand." She shakes her head, says goodnight, and goes upstairs. I leave for Kroger. It's now 11pm. So, I get to Kroger, they don'g have wraps, but have a cheese, meat and cracker tray. Fabalous. Let's go. But first I have to wait in line between 2 large scary men.. the one behind me draggin his kid around. (Why is your child still awake and out at 11PM???? Put him to bed! WHO IS THE PARENT HERE?? OH, you're 6 year old is...I see). Five minutes later, I'm leaving Kroger trying not to get accosted by the homeless man lingering out front. (Well, now Shaun will tell me I'm not allowed to go to Kroger in the middle of night anymore). I get home, and almost immediately go to bed, and to sleep. Then I wake up this morning and I can't move my neck AT ALL. Is this my punishhment for bingeing yesterday?

Weight Watchers

So my friend Alecia was talking about Weight Watchers, and how she wanted to do it and how it worked for her before, blah, blah, blah. So, I thought about it, and decided, why not? But then she didn't want to go Mon (when we planned) and will be in ND next Mon, and I will be in CA the Mon after that, and I really didn't want to wait 3 weeks to start, since I was really excited. So, I decided to go last night... by myself. There were 3 other girls there also all starting for the first time. But our Leader was completely clueless. Someone asked her if we had to pay every week after the initial 12, and it took her 3 mins to say yes, yes you do. Until your fat butt is down to a 130lbs we will be seeing you on a weekly basis and taking your money. Yes I was told I should weigh between 130 and 150 for my height which she said is 5'5". I really think that is wrong... I thought for sure I was at least 5'6". :( Oh well, that wasn't nearly as depressing as finding out that a Milky Way bar is 6 POINTS which is about one mean since I only get 26 POINTS for the day.... and I so PMS'ing too...

Random thoughts from this morning

I actually slept pretty well last night, only waking up once. I'm convinced it's because I got my haircut. I got 3 inches cut off at Wal-Mart of all places last night. The lady did a really great job, and best of all only charged me $11.95. What a deal. It's very cute, and she also gave me some tips on how to make it more curly... even better.

My mom is moving to AZ this week. Well, sort of moving... going out for awhile, coming back. Silly mom, in denial of how much stuff she owns waits until last week to really begin packing and moving when she had to be out of the house by last night. She was about 30% packed and moved on Fri (so says her mother) but she was telling me she was almost done. Had I known this before I would've offered to help her, but... I thought she was almost done.

I'm going to Cali to visit Shaun in 2 weeks. I'm very excited, and bound and determined to come up with 5 outfits he hasn't seen before as he is always complaining I wear the same thing all the time. I think I've heard people say that about my dad too... Hmmm. Anyway, I wore a new skirt and shirt today, and put a flower in my hair. No one noticed my hair is 3 inches shorter, curlier than normal, or that I have on a cute outfit. No, no, people are commenting on the flower in my hair. Hopefully Shaun will like it, as I think it's very cute, and reminds me of Hawaii. The flower got me strange looks at the Chinese place for lunch, and stopped traffic in front of work. Oh well... at least no one was going to hit me... they were too busy trying to figure out what was in my hair.

I came into work today wtih a huge looming pile of papers I thought I would never see the end of. Thankfully I'm almost thru the pile. It seems as though it is neverending. I have been quite productive in spite of the copier acting up, and the printer being down. I really love this skirt... I feel like I don't have anything on! What a treat.

I really need to start packing for my move in July, but like my mother, I'm in denial of how long this process is going to take me. I haven't even bothered to take boxes home from work in the event I get the urge to start packing... I should probably do that.

Snackwagon sales are terrific. Yesterday I made signs to run a special of the week. It reads, "Special, This week only... Try Diet Coke with Lime for only 35 cents" I sold 4. Suckers. The stuff is horrible and tastes like a cleaning product, but I told people I had never had it, to try it, and tell me what they thought. Oh, I'm quite the little saleswoman when I have to be. There are 3 odd people in the office that actually like it... they must be confused. I think I'd rather drink battery acid. Probably just as good for you.

Apparently we have our own personal Schwann's Man that comes to work twice a month. He is due this Thurs. and Diane said she would send him my way. I took the catalog home to look at it and try to decide what I want, but have sence lost the catalog, and still don't know what I want. Hopefully I will find it before Thurs.

Well, this is quite long, and I could ramble more, but will wait until tomorrow. Hope you are all having a wonderful day... and if not, perhaps you too should wear a flower in your hair.

The Weekend Scramble

Every weekend I try to fit in all the things I wanted to do during the week, but didn't have time to do... but it never fails that I have something else I have to do that doesn't allow this to happen. This weekend I was so exhausted since I haven't been sleeping that I went to bed at 5pm on Fri, and awoke at 10:30am on Sat. Sat I ran around shopping and buying a wedding gift, then driving to Terre Haute to get ready for the wedding, then driving to Brazil for the wedding and back to Terre Haute for the reception. Then Sun I drove back to Brazil to eat breakfast with family members who attended the wedding, and decided not to attend an annual family reunion becuase I didn't feel like driving to Lafayete for the 5th time in a week. So, I went home bound and determined to get some reading done (I only have about 30 books next to my bed I want to read and can't seem to find time for) and work on my crocheting. Well, I start to work on my scarf and realize I started with 40 holes, only to end up with 32, and had to undo half of what I've been working on. Then I got fed up with it, and went to a friends house for dinner where I did nothing except more crocheting, and watched a movie I have already seen. I then went to bed much later than I wanted, and woke up late again today.... for just once I'd like to sleep well, and feel like I've accomphlised something.

I know I'm nuts but...

I'm pretty sure my co-workers think I'm insane. Last week I was craving Smokey Bones so badly I convinced Sam to go by offering to buy. So, the entire week I'm doing this little "dance" (if you can even call it that) where I make pumping motions with my arms, rock side to side, and in a sing-song voice chant, "Smokey Bones, Smokey Bones." This dance was done more often the day we actually went becuase I was so excited we were going. Needless to say, this made my co-workers laugh at me, and shake their heads in disbelief that I really am a college grad, and there is a brain up there. One day I was singing the Gaston song from Beauty and the Beast..... Nooooo one.... spits like Gaston... and every last inch of me's covered in hair....you know the rest :) My friends point out my oddities to me too on a regular basis. Things I think are prefectly normal turn out to be the bizarre thing people have heard of all month. For instance, I'm talking to my friend Cindy about how I cut my thumb that morning cleaning my razor... to which she replied, "You clean your razor with your thumb?" Ummm yeah... dont' you? Or the time Cindy and I are in Barnes and Noble and I have this ephiany that I need to have a map of the U.S. to put on my wall... so I leave her in the middle of the store and come back triumphant that I have found one. Yes, I know I'm a little off, but if I can humor you in the process, then it's worth it :)

Near Death.... Part II

So I'm driving to Lafayette to visit with my relatives who are in from CA yesterday. I am speeding down I-65N behind a silver Honda Civic. The driver in front of me (which later turned out to be a she) was going a little faster than I was. I was not bothered by this, as I just had my near death experience the other day. So, anyway, we are approaching a car that is going slower than both of us, and there is a SEMI-TRUCK in the right lant (maybe she didn't see it). I slow down becuase we are almost to Lafayette, and I realize I'm not going to be as late as I thought I would be. Well, Ms. Civic wasn't satisfied to do that, so she attempts to pass this other car on the right, but isn't doing so quickly enough as to avoid the semi. Needless to say, she averts the semi, and cuts in front of this car at the last second. The other car, realizing this woman is insane had begun to slow down by this point. Well, Ms. Civic freaks, overcorrects, spins, begins spinning into the ditch (all of this is sounding very familiar), BUT THEN she rolls twice in the ditch, once on the I-65S lanes, and then lands upside down in the opposite ditch. As she's spinning into the ditch she throws dirt all over my car so I can barely see (I just washed it too) and so I pull off to the side of the road and call 911. Yeah, well me and 20 other people, and barely any of us knew what mile marker we were at. The creepy part is she doesn't hit anyway else, and then GETS OUT OF HER CAR while it's still up-side-down! She too must've been saved for a reason.

Elevator Debocle

I work in an extrememly old state owned building. Our basement flooded this past weekend leavin our elevator less than operational. This has been more than an inconvience has we had 3 skids of paper delievered yesterday that are still sitting on the 1st Floor because no one wants to throw their back out carrying it to the 4th floor. Almost all of my co-workers are female, and most are on a diet of some sort. One lady in particular is horrible about asking everyone how many carbs are in this and that, and how many she's already had, so should she eat this or not. It's awful... especially being the snackwagon lady and knowing practically everything on there will send you on a blood sugar rollercoaster. Yesterday I saw her drinking multiple Slim Fasts at one time... doesn't this defeat the purpose. The funny thing is she said she almost died climbing the stairs... maybe she should do that more often.

Pretty Scary

My Horiscope for the day reads: "The day ahead may very well give you great insight into the decisions you face concerning your future. Now is the time to decide what your priorities in life are. Do you want a career right away, or would you prefer to continue your studies? Are you satisfied with your love live and your family relationships? There's some probability that a major upheaval in one of these realms will impact all the others. It's going to be interesting, dear Sagittarius!"

Hmm... maybe I'm reading a bit to into this, but sadly this makes sence (for me and half the free world). What are my priorities? I have been trying to figure this out this week as I've pretty much avoided spending time with friends to crochet, read, and work on pampered chef. This has proven to be quite productive. I don't really know if I want a career or to go back to school... everyone who knows me knows this, and probably can't wait til I just stick with something. And we all know how the satistaction in my love life is... it would be better with "a date." (Next summer perhaps??) So, now there's "evidence" that a major upheaval will effect my entire life. But isn't that true of everyone... you get a new job... so you make new friends, this effects your current relationships... blah blah blah. Oh, well, just thought it was funny.

Weekly Weigh-in

Tuesdays are the weekly weigh-in day at work. This is the day where Sam, Jenny, Marty and I dispute and rationalize the past week's eating and exercising did and did nots while we huddle around the old fashioned green scale and silently watch the bar go up and down. After the weigh-in, Sam adds this weeks weights into an Excel file, and emails us our progess on a big color graph where there is no doubting you are going in the wrong direction. This is our version of a free weight-watchers meeting sans the uninspiring pep talks and unedible receipes. Today's weigh-in was extra ridiculous as Jenny wanted a re-do after she peed. Needless to say, she did in fact lose 1 1/2 lbs because of this. I tried it and only lost a quarter of pound. So, there is now proof that my bladder is the size of a pea.

Who's A.J. Ford?

I'm talking with my boss the other day about her invitation to the Indy 500. I told her that although I am a native Hoosier, and now live in Speedway, IN, just a few miles from the track, I really would have no interest in going. She said she doesnt' like racing, but that practice is actually pretty cool, and you get to rub shoulders with people like A.J. Foyt. Well, I didn't hear Foyt... no, no... I heard Ford. So, I ask, "Who is A.J. Ford?" She just looks at me, doesn't respond, and I'm left to wonder the rest of the day who this A.J. guy is. So, later, I'm talking to my boyfriend Shaun, and I'm telling him this story... he starts laughing hysterically, and says, "It's Foyt honey, not Ford." (As if this clears anything up for me). So, to make the story even funnier, I am riding in the car with Sam and we are driving by The Speedway, something I do at least twice a day... I notice this HUGE sign with a picture of A.J. and his name in HUGE letters, with a bunch of years on it. Years he won races I'm sure. So, why I didn't notice this until 2 days ago, I don't know... I guess Shaun's right... I am pretty clueless to my surroundings.

Friendship

Have you thought about your friends... like how you met them, or why you are still friends wtih me even though if you met this person today you wouldn't even consider being friends wtih them? Well, I went to lunch with one of these friends today. I'm not sure why, or why I continue to talk to this person on a daily basis. Maybe I feel badly that he doesn't really have any other friends, or the fact that on occasion we actually have a good conversation. The most annoying thing about this friend is that he thinks we are better friends than we really are. He tells me his inner most thoughts, and I tell him what I had for dinner last night. I would like to keep this person as an acquaintence, maybe speak to him once a week or less, but that just wouldn't be good enough for him. What are your thoughts on how to rid myself of a clingy friend?

snackwagon

So, one of my "jobs" at work is to push around a cart of snacks and pop and sell it to my co-workers for 50 cents each. Proceeds of said "snackwagon" benefit the MAP committee that I am now the sole member of. MAP committee, although it sounds important, really stands for Morale and Parties. Needless to say, I am supposed to walk around and increase morale by pumping people full of sugar. This, sadly, is quite possibly the highlight of my day as I get to say hello to everyone and hear them compliment me on what a daily treat it is to see me with a cart of goodies. Today was an extra fun day for 2 reasons. One, I tried the Diet Coke with Lime. This was less than delightful to say the least. It takes like I'm drinking a cleaning supply. I'm continuing to drink it because, and only because, I paid for it. I think I am going to run a promotion on these for 35 cents a piece instead of 50 to get rid of them (Sam's idea). The second thing occured as I was telling 2 of my co-workers about the fun Sam and I had yesterday. Sam pointed out some holes in my story from yesterday, so let me fill you in. We wore the same clothes to run these errands as what we wore to work. She had on a short dress, and I had on a semi see through skirt. So, at the carwash Sam was bending over and her dress was flying up, and my skirts got wet which would probably allow "one" (or Carlos) to see my underoos in greater detail. Also, before we ate at Sonic, I got on all fours and was pulling grass out from underneath my car. My underwear we in full view at this point apparently because one guy took a really long time to stop at a stop sign, and then honked as he exited the parking lot. These events were then followed by us sitting in the car and seeing 2 Budweiser semi's parked. Now, it's May in Indy, so we are obviously thinking BEER TENT. Excitedly we walk to the tent, only to find Clydesdales Horses, one of which was named Bud. Alas, we didn't need the alcohol anyway.

Near death... now what?

Sam has been trying to get me to create a blog for over a week now. My interest has been fairly nonexistent, mainly because I feel my "thought from afar" aren't nearly as exciting as "the queen's ramblings." That is... until last night.

I am driving home from Lafayette with my friend Alecia where I just enjoyed a superb sushi dinner and a crocheting lesson from my grandmother. It is storming so badly I can barely see, and Aleica asks me to pull off at the Zionsville exit. But, I said, we are only 9 miles from our exit, and I think it is starting to let up... let's just drive. So, now we are passing the sign that reads, "71st Street One Mile." There is a car parked along the shoulder waiting out the storm, minding his/her own business. Next thing I know we are hydroplaning across I-65 South, I totally freak out - over correct to the left, and we proceed to do a 360 in the middle of the interstate. Now we're sliding into the ditch - I overcorrect again, this time to the right. We come to a hault not 2 feet from oncoming I-65 North traffic. My heart was racing. It's still racing. We look at our tire treads and realize we have missed a guard rail by 3 inches. Twenty more feet up, and we could've gone off the bridge. And only 2 feet from oncoming traffic. We managed to drive away from this near death incident physically in tact. Today, I got new tires. Tomorrow I will need to get my muffler tighten back on and figure out what to do with my radiator guard that's now haning from the front of my car. Oddly, Jesus was in my back seat... litterally. I had this genealogy chart of Adam to Jesus I got from my mom's earlier, and put it in my car.

So, if that wasn't exciting enough... Sam takes me to work today and on our way home she offers to sit at the tire place with me. I'm sure the guys there thought we were "together" becuase she kept asking all sorts of questions about my car, and I kept looking back at her while he was talking to me. Mainly becuase I was confused, and thought making funny looks at her would help me understand him better. So, next we decide to go to the car wash and clean off the ditch that's now permanetly clinging to my car. So, I spend almost $10.00 in quarters (that I practically had to bed for from the tire guy, even thought they closed in 10 mins) and my car is somewhat clean. There is still grass hanging from parts of it, but oh well, this is currently the least of my concerns. So, I decide to check my oil, and other things while I'm there, and my car is somewhat clean, when 3 Hispanic guys come up and start hitting on us. One guy, Carlos, gave us both his "taxi cab card" complete with "alternate" phone number, because as Carlos says, "You never know when you'll need a ride." So, next time I'm with 5 males, and need a ride, I'll be sure to call Carlos.

So, I was saved for a reason... what is it?