That Tall Girl

Mama Mia

Here we go again… mom keeps complaining about me 😛 . Guess what she told me? She said, “I bet half my problems will leave with you.” I know she’s joking but what’s a girl to do about major personality shifts that need to be finished in 2 weeks and 2 days (the time until I move into my new dorm room)? I could give you a list, but nothing in this world could get me to change. Nah, I was just joking, mom. I got you good though, haha.

Well, I guess that I might change my attitude if it meant that Dell would listen to me. Holy smokes, I actually tugged on my hair after I handed the phone over to dad, since I had alrerady haggled with technical support for 83.1 minutes. He managed the other 21.9 minutes. That’s right folks: a total of 105 minutes talking with Sam from India, where she learned english from “the start of school”.

Want to know what I was talking about with her? She said it was all things I should have talked to Dell about 2 months ago when I got this computer. Wthell. I am u p s e t.


Ok, onto happier topics… I got asked out recently (this hasn’t happened since 10th grade when/and I got stood up). By a complete stranger. Actually, his name is Jim; I know this from leaving him an angry voicemail after he called me twice (!!!) at 1 in the morning. He called me back soon saying over and over again how sorry he was. I told him, after at least 2 minutes of him repeating himself about his sorrifulness/sorrow, that he was forgiven. He called back 40 minutes later and told me “hey, I should probably make it up to you, for waking you up and all, and take you out to dinner sometime”. I said that wasn’t necessary. Miss A from work said that he probably meant, “make out with you” instead of “make it up to you”. I think she probably would have been right (oh no!).

Did you read about the recent study linking hott people to hott voices (yes, this is related)?? Well, not only did Jim sound like he was at least 30, he sounded, well, unatractive- but maybe that was because he was asking me out, him being an obvious creepster (btw I have an attractive voice to go along with my good looks so I KNOW this study is true 😉 ).

I guess there is the fact that I’m pretty sure that I attract wierdos. They tend to follow me in Wal-Mart especially. And honk their horn at me while I’m riding my bike in the park. And hit on me while I’m with my dad. And now they ask me out despite the fact that  I’m probably 2 feet taller than them.


Hello Mr. Turtle
July 16, 2008, 2:33 am
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Hello, Mr. Turtle. I wish that I could say I found you on a run this evening. But… I didn’t. Instead I found you because my dog was intent on eating your scrumptious toes. Now here you are, my sister holding you, hoping that you won’t scratch her- or maybe that was mom talking. O.k. back outside you go. Look fireflies! But I’ll get chiggers if I try to catch some. Good bye, Mr. Turtle

**Most of this post is making fun of my mommy dearest, so don’t worry if it sounds funny. Sorry it’s not TMI Tuesday. Nothing personal has happened in the last week**

TMI Tuesday
July 2, 2008, 2:37 am
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Today I caved in and decided to drive to Branson, MO to see B play. So dad and I started on our drive a bit before dinner. But there’s something that you need to know…

I had baaaaad gas all afternoon. It started shortly after I left the gym- good thing too since gym-boy decided to start a conversation with me while we were lifting weights today (I skipped my run to lift while he was up there… I know, that’s bad). It was the kind where you feel like you have to lean to one side so it can escape properly (I said TMI Tuesday for a reason). It was explosion after explosion and it didn’t let up when I got in the car with dad.

I guess you could say it’s a good thing that I had gas. I mean you can’t have a road trip without a gaseous passenger. Since dad didn’t especially care for the smell he made me open the window each time I had to let one. Which is fine, he does that frequently on our road trips… but I never knew the reason why before this trip.

You see, the car smelled like “road trip”. The only thing I can pin down that aroma to is my gas. I guess I could add that the minivan constantly smells of road trip. What does that mean mom??

Fly, Fly Away!… Please
June 22, 2008, 2:23 pm
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We have a tiny fruit fly problem at my house. They came in with the pineapple we bought recently and have spread to other parts of the house?! Those messy sisters. As I was reading blogs this morning mom got out the vacuum and started vacuuming… the fruit flies! It was too good to pass up this photo-op.

Actually, we had fruit flies at work yesturday too. But I’m sure that Jose vacuumed them up as well 😉