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Archive for September, 2007

Is This California?

Sunday, September 30th, 2007

Last night I went to a birthday party for my friends ASHLEY and BRIANA.  It was a lot of fun and reminded me that I need to stay in touch with my way spiffy friends.  🙂  Oh, and click on Ashley’s link to see some pictures. Today after church we had some errands to run before heading […]

Twitch Twitch Twitch

Thursday, September 27th, 2007

I found out yesterday that I am addicted to caffeine.  I used to be addicted to it, then I stopped drinking coffee and using sugar, but now I am yet again addicted to it.  Wanna know what happens if I haven’t had coffee or a Dr. Pepper by 11 o’clock?  Now don’t laugh.  My eye starts […]


Saturday, September 22nd, 2007

My foot really hurts right now.  And it smells like garlic.  No, it is not because I have failed to wash it for weeks on end.  I shall explain. But first — an amazing story.  You probably won’t find it that amazing unless you’ve driven down our pot hole infested driveway and taken the back […]


Friday, September 21st, 2007

I detest chickens.  Every time I walk to and from the barn I turn around and see our chickens gathering together from the four corners of Curry Farm and swarming behind me.  It is a scary thing to hear and see 50 chickens flocking towards you. When I get to the barn I shut the […]

Broken People

Wednesday, September 12th, 2007

I’m coming to realize more and more that the people I work with who seem the jolliest, have the saddest lives.  I keep a notebook in my apron pocket and on the very last page I have people’s name written down and records of the stories they’ve told me or that I’ve heard from others.  […]

At Least I'm Worth SOMETHING

Monday, September 10th, 2007

The Service Desk Supervisor, Chuck, at Home Depot held the scan gun to my forehead the other day, frowned at it, and said, "One Cent?  That’s it?!"  Humph.  He is the type where no one knows if he is always joking or always grumpy, so you laugh at him all the time and then realize […]

Too Bad I Didn't Have My Gun On Hand

Thursday, September 6th, 2007

Imagine a slob in his 20’s.  This fellow has long blonde greasy hair, bloodshot eyes, huge earring things in each ear, dirty clothes (shorts and an undershirt/tank), and really bad B.O.  Now imagine how I felt when he came through my line and asked me if I was single.  What was I supposed to say?  […]