To make matters worse, I have work tomorrow through the rest of the week. With customers, such as Mr. Nasty Perverto, no less. Or the former/current coworker that I want to tell to never speak around me because she drives me up a wall. Not to mention the fact I found out I have to work Sunday. This better be the only Sunday I work this month, that's all I have to say. Or else...
Then I had to drop biology today to my dismay. The lady who did my paperwork said, "how's the teacher, out of curiosity?" I said, "agist, sexist, basically a pig." To which she replied, "I met him yesterday and thought the exact same thing." Touche, my dear, touche. But I have 18 hours left to take, that's all... only a semester if I were crazy enough. Which I'm not... so I can maybe transfer to Athens State by next spring. But-
I applied for the Disney internship. I have to call and set up an interview, but if I got it, I'd go in August through January. That could put school off... but I'm not sure yet, I'm not sure on anything right now.
I'm not sure what classes to take this summer, I'm not sure what to take this fall, I'm not sure what tomorrow brings, I don't know...
See, we got home from GA to find our weeping willow snapped in half, with the pretty part of it MIA and no where to be seen. Our landscaper dude came this weekend, but a bad storm did too. But looking at the leftover tree, evidence shows the landscaper's truck killed it. No word about it, so my mom left a message on his phone asking if he knew what happened to it. I will tell him face to face, "no dinero para tu! Unless you replace the tree..." Great spanglish.
I later went to put gas in mom's car only to find that people think it's ok to go 30 mph in the 45 mph zone in the left lane. Grrr. I then came home to have someone decide to do a U-Turn without being kind enough to tap the brakes or at least use the blinker. For some reason, moments like those take me to deja vu about the accident that totaled mom's minivan. Again, grr.
So after recovering/cursing that idiotic driver, I turn on the Christian radio station, thinking that it would somewhat calm me down. Ha! I tune in at just the right time to hear the monotonous DJ (if that's how you want to describe her) sharing about how great married life is. Gag. That's all she talks about, at least when I listen. Come to think of it, I even think she shared how she and her husband disagree about what temperature of water to use when brushing their teeth... But anyway! She goes on to say how she has great neighbors... you could here the "but..." coming. Sure enough, she started whining about how she hates their windchimes that are "all over their house and they have 5 on the side that faces our house." I was shocked, dismayed, etc. I asked the radio, "is that it? You're complaining about windchimes? Girl, you also better be hoping your neighbors aren't listening to this station at this moment." Because if I were her neighbor, I'd be at Target buying 50 windchimes to put around my house to irk her. I'm that nice.
I declared turning onto the podunk road that I dreamed about a couple nights ago that I was moving away from this town when I have my degree/money. Georgia is nice... very pretty. Much nicer... I declared I'm moving there to teach because "at least they have good radio stations and know how to drive there!" Great reasons to move, right?
But it gets better! While unpacking my stuff, I could not find my Venus razor for the life of me. I dug and dug, and it wasn't anywhere. I always leave something behind when I travel. At least it wasn't a cell phone charger, iPod, camera, blowdryer... nothing super big. But seriously! My razor. The thing's not cheap.
But anyway, a few minutes ago, I was reading MckMama's update and I automatically felt guilty. I could have a child with a severe heart problem whose condition worsens each hour. I could be going on 5 hours of sleep, dealing with arrogant doctors, and trying to hold it together at the same time. Her update made every problem I have with Huntsville miniscule right now. Please, please, please, pray for them right now. I cannot imagine what they are going through at all. God's purpose is evident, to show His power, but it's moments like these that even strangers are asking, "why?" You can click on his picture on the upper right hand corner of my blog to go to his mama's page. While I'm at it, doesn't he look like the sweetest thing?
So no amount of chocolate can cure this weird mood of mine right now.
But this video sure can!
Shake Your Groove Thing! from Lauren Bice on Vimeo.
Our SUV "John Harvard" had his first official offroading session yesterday thanks to our GPS system. It's not up to date. But we're working on that... who knew "updating" would cost so much? Anyway, we went offroading into our friend's neighborhood and rolled up to her house listening to the Pussycat Doll's "Don't Cha"- quite the movie scene in my mind. Hilarious, in fact. What's worse is that I could barely hear my 7 year old sister singing along to it.
I had some very nutty dreams last night, though, probably due to the fact that I wasn't in my bed and not very tired, either.
- One was that it was Easter and our pastor, Charlie was preaching. All of the sudden, the people in the row behind me shouted "amen brother!" I looked to my mom, shook my head, and said "... Baptists." Yes, true Presbyterian right there.
- My next nutty dream was I was driving down the hobunk road to our neighborhood but it was blocked off by a bunch of fishermen. I went to try and buy bait (what the heck?!) but they said my card was declined. Talk about a nightmare, especially considering I just got paid and my check cleared yesterday!
Thursday I became a scientist and figured out why my face is really broken out. I looked at my cheap Target facewash and there, in the ingredients, was some chemical that started with "gluta-". How on earth? Since when did they put wheat in face wash? So I went that night and am trying Neutrogena's version of Proactiv. It's cheaper, but still expensive, so it better work! I was relating this discovery of mine to mom and she said it's true. Her facialist said that almost everything out there (except for Aveda's sensitive skin care line) has wheat in it. Well, gee.
The theory that I'm not a morning person at all is true. I woke up at 7am EDT, 6am CDT mind you... not a happy girl. But that's ok, because it's fun looking outside seeing dreadful rain with my coffee in hand. I need to find a way to sneak mom's friend's coffee cup home... it's a happy one. After going to Starbucks this week and looking at their coffee mugs, I've decided I absolutely 100% need to go to a 12 step program for my addiction to their mugs. I have at least 6 that I can remember... there's definitely more. I resisted buying a cute one because we don't have any more room in the cupboards for my stash. When I move out, I'll stock up. No worries :)
Keep Stellan in y'all's prayers!
Tonight, 3 different people asked the instructor if the test could be moved to Thursday. He said no. So I decided to go ahead with the test, even though I could miraculously "get a cold" and make it up later. But in my head, I thought it out. It wasn't right and I didn't want to have it hanging over my head. Press on I did, along with 12 out of 30 of my classmates. Give you a clue about the difficulties? Anyway, I had just started this horrid test when I noticed shuffling at the table across from me. The nosy self that I am was distracted right away, and I couldn't believe my eyes when these girls pulled out every.single.formula that was in the chapter. The girl behind them pulled out the "study guide" aka the exact test (answers and all) and copied that down. My friend and I were mad. Pissed is the more appropriate word to describe our emotion, actually. I didn't know what to do. My friend, however, told on them. I was sort of shocked, because normally I'm outspoken about stupid things like that. I didn't want to deal with the drama though. After I settled down (talk about a battle of the inner self) I pressed on. Thankfully, I answered every question, but that doesn't mean I answered them right. For all I know, every answer could have been wrong.
The stress of everything has built on me. I've been exhausted lately, probably because yes, I have been eating wheat so that doesn't help, but add in school, you've got a nightmare. All I kept thinking while doing my math homework was, "why isn't dad home? Why does he have to be on day 2 of a 2 week trip in CA?" I have taxes to do, I needed help with homework badly, and of course, he's gone. Unfortunately, that's what happens when he oversees things involving missiles and travels almost every week (on average). Go figure. What's funny is up until this semester, I did not want his help in anything related to math. He'd offer, I'd deny. Now when I want the help, he's gone... hmm.
I was humbled tonight by, of all people, the Duggars. You know, the people with a thousand kids? Ok, 18, but apparently they're looking to spice it up with adding more to their brood that I could possibly stand. Anyways. They were the only thing on tv tonight that looked remotely interesting, so I settled on their show. Let the guilt/humility/degrading of Lauren begin. They went to El Salvador where the average family makes less than I do per year. So 13(?) of the Duggars went down for a mission trip (they have their own youth group, think about it) and took all sorts of presents and what not to the orphans, saw the HIV victims, children who were barely clothed, and it was all so sad. I felt depressed watching it, yet greatly humbled because of what I have. Does that make sense?
I'm dreading work tomorrow. The former co-worker (did I mention her? I can't remember) is filling out paperwork tomorrow... I've repeatedly asked God to help me. Well, I asked Him to not let her get the job, but she got it... so there's something bound to happen that's supposed to happen. Again, have I mentioned I can get controlling when my life, likes, and pleasure are involved? So she has a job, my shifts will now consist of creepy customers, an annoying GM, and hearing about her existent/non-existent sex life. Do I care about her sex life? No. Will I tell her to back off? Only if she makes me mad.
Talk about a not typical blogisode, but it's what's on my heart. The next month and half will be stressful to say the least, I'm praying I pull through. Keep Stellan in y'all's minds... he's still in the hospital and not doing well. Just click here to see MckMama's update on the little guy.
On a more serious note, you'll notice I didn't link to MckMama this week. Stellan's in the hospital with tachycardia, so keep them in your thoughts and prayers. ♥
So after much deliberation, we (we as in my family) went to the aquarium on Tuesday. We're official members of the Tennessee Aquarium, also, but the fun part of that will soon follow a couple paragraphs down. All that M wanted to see was the macaroni penguins. That's all he wanted. We brainwashed him to let us spike his hair so he'd look like one (and he fell for it) but we had no idea the entire way through the river exhibit we'd hear "when will we see the macaroni? Mom, I want to see the macaroni!" This is the part where I think he's meant to be a penguin comes in... it was like we were going to see his relatives or something. The penguins cracked me up, they're a very curious species, so when they see a camera, they stay there. The best subjects I've ever photographed! One of the waddlers is a
I think that sums of Chattanooga... I failed to mention the part where I listened to Backstreet Boys and *NSYNC in the car. It was that or country (which I listened to for 20 minutes before I felt like I was going to die.) Suggestion for the Dept. of Defense: torture those at Guantanamo with country music. They'll confess big time. I mean, I liked some of it, just not all of it.
Of course on Mondays, we all know that means Not Me! Monday. Well, at least for those of us who
I'm thinking Huntsville needs to liven up a bit. Take a few lessons from the neighbors Nashville and Chattanooga that are both up the road. This town's boring. Sure, we have Bridge Street, but that place can only entertain so many times before you're either bored or out of money. But there's no aquariums, cute ice cream places, zoos, or fun riverwalks. Nope, not Huntsville. We're lucky to have an art museum, though.
So, to get myself out of this boring town, I'm hitting the road to Chattanooga tomorrow with the family. What we'll do, I don't know. We better hit Clumpie's though. And don't worry, I'll get plenty of pictures just to share with you guys :) Trust me, with a 7 year old and 5 old, it's possible.
It's true- I've started listening to some country. I used to say "YUCK" to it, but I give. The local stations are either too skanky or too commercial-y. So lately, I might've started listening to the country station. Might have. It's my secret. Shhh.
I love the Top 40, but I can only handle so many commercials about weight loss and Sammy T's parties this weekend. The rap station's get skanky... or maybe it's always been like that and I'm just figuring this out. Could be both. Darn that Eminem.
So Taylor Swift and I have been getting along very well these days. Oh so well.
In other news, the Guatamalan is very creepy these days. I think blocking me in the walk in was a very risky thing for him to do yesterday. I could've hit him with some fresh produce or something; or the 4 boxes of cheesecake I was carrying. The cheesecake that looked so divine. Man, now I want some Key Lime Cheesecake. Ratatouille. I have a major sweet tooth lately, more than the usual. Help!
This has been a very ADD post brought to you by yours truly. I had fans of mine fighting for a new post. Apparently they think I'm "sick." ♥
I have a Guatemalan co-worker who keeps professing his love to me. I used to think it was funny, now it's just plan annoying! See at first, he kept saying what sounded like "taquiero" and I was very confused why he was calling me a taco place. Then it hit me- he was saying "te quiero", which translates into "I want you" for you non-Spanish understanding people (which I suggest getting on fast seeing how the border situation is fragile right now.) The next day he said, "how old are you?" I said"almost 20" trying to scare him because the kid's 16- my plan didn't work; he was then saying, "I don't care how old you are." I replied, "Maximino, here in America that's illegal." Almost like you, I wanted to add. But I didn't, because he is legal. I think... So he went on vacation last week. He's back now. And today, first thing, he announced to me, "I still love you." UGH! Normally it'd make me warm and fuzzy, but it just doesn't. It's cute, just not warm and fuzzy.
I'm becoming addicted to The Office. Officially. I see all these Dunder Mifflin shirts that I want. Or things that imply Dwight's crazy antics. What I'd give for one of them. The Office is a show unto it's own, that's all I can say. Same for American Idol. Anyone see it last night? The Michael Jackson theme scared me, for sure. Anoop did BAD. I mean, bad. Whenever I watch him, I feel very awkward because he's so awkward. Last week he was grinding the mic pole, this week he was jumping all over doing a disgrace to "Beat It." But Danny Gokey. I love that man. He's so cute and adorable. Yes, he got my sympathy when he said he was widower in the auditions, but he's handsome and goofy, which I love in a guy.
Calm down, y'all, I'm not going to go marry him. I have a Guatamalan to deal with right now.
Interestingly, it's not just Jessica and me who hold this thought- other women I've talked to have said the exact same thing. I was telling a co-worker about my nightmares and she said, "Lauren, I think arranged marriages need to come back around. Only set your children up with other attractive, smart children." Amen, sister. I feel like I'm in an episode of "Sex and the City" when Jessica and I are at dinner venting. If only we had the cosmos to go with the vents...
A year ago, I was in a relationship that made my world happy. I never thought about dating anyone else but him (good thing) and laughed at the horror stories I heard. Until... well, we know the rest of that story, now don't we? So there was a slew of men I talked to/went on a couple dates with, and I can honestly say.... dating life is hell. Well, with a couple swipes of the Plastic here and there. Gosh it's expensive to find that someone.
I've learned that I don't dig the 4 star restaurant-on-the-first-date experience, I prefer coffee instead. When a man introduces you to his family on the third date, get off the train as soon as possible. Fast. Or when they text/call constantly, again, get out. But then there's the other side... the times where they don't call/text when they say they will, fall off the face of the Earth, avoid you on Facebook (oh yeah), etc. And what do women do everytime? We analyze. I analyze. I over-analyze.
No matter how many times we tell our girlfriends, "don't call him!" we know she's going to do it- heck we know that we would do it ourselves. It's a fact. We try to play hard to get and it goes South. Or there's that guy that talks to you when the moon's in the right position, his mind's right, and he feels like talking to you (I've had that,too.)
Dating is a pain in the butt.
So when I saw the trailer for "He's Just Not That Into You" I was filled with glee. Jessica and I never got to see it together, but when I saw the myspace part of the movie- it hit close to home. "Oh honey, that's a bootycall." Not quite but happened, but it was going down that road. Which is when the brakes were hit. But it was right on, and made me think. Of course I thought it out with Jess. That's the only way I think it out, she's my therapist only really super duper cheap.
I don't want a guy who will talk when the weather's right; a guy who will stand me up; a guy who will introduce me to his family too soon; a guy who will do a 180 in the personality department on you; y'all are getting the picture.
It's a random subject I know, but it was on my mind for reasons that remain unknown. Heaven forbid a subject of the blog read this. Hehe ;)
So yes, the birds were out in full force today. There are blooms everywhere and leaves will come soon enough; the cherry trees look gorgeous... and then... there's the Bradford Pear trees. Those things stink. I mean, stink! I want to throw up when one's around me because it smells so bad. If there's one tree I can't stand- that's it! I mean, it has pretty blooms, don't get me wrong, but it smells. Uck.
But anyway, it's spring and I'm happy. I'm not happy my car will turn yellow very soon or that I'll be sneezing like crazy. But it's warm and I love it. Winter just sucked. Seriously.
But whenever I see a cherry tree, I automatically think of Macon and the Cherry Blossom Festival. Granted I haven't been to one in... 11 years, but I always think of pink cherry ice cream when I see it. Then I think of Callaway Gardens when I see azaleas and butterflies. I guess you could say that the whole nostalgia side of me comes out when I think of Georgia. So when it's spring, I guess y'all can think what I'm thinking about :) Don't get me wrong, Alabama's ok, but Georgia is better.
- Feeling inspired by all the 3 column blogs out there, I did not take such a task upon my coding illiterate self to make some, er, adjustments to this blog. No, I did not Google how to do such a thing, do it, and blog the event here. No, not I. Because I have a fairy that I wave my wand at and she does the work for me. Hehe. The results left me aggravated and to the point where I almost lost my gorgeous locks of hair (that are screaming for summer because they want to go blonde again) but it all worked out and here it is.
- I did not creep out Mr. Creeper at Jason's again. If you're confused, see last week's blog... or maybe it's the week before. Y'all tell me. I can't remember. And I think I've succeeded in creeping him out. He asked me, "are you sure you remember regular customers' orders?" With a fake smile, I said, " of course." Pervert.
- I did not resist Target this week, leaving me feel accomplished and proud of myself. Well, that's probably because I knew if I went in there, I'd find another dress or more things that I don't need so I'm resisting.
- Oh and last night, while driving home from Gymboree, I did not find myself singing the lyrics to "I Want it That Way" by no other boy band than the Backstreet Boys. I did not gasp when I realized this. For gracious sakes, that was ten years ago. Did I mention it was the Backstreet Boys? For the record, I still say Brian Littrel was the cutest. Ahem, moving on...
- I have not been getting the worst sleep on the planet. In my sleep deprived state, I did not blog yesterday morning about my frustrations and was later informed there was a typo in my blogisode! A typo, y'all! I'm an english junkie and I had a typo. I mean, didn't.
- Yesterday when the siblings and I arrived home from church, I did not let my brother just pack his things up and move his cute little self to the "quiet room." He was mad at our dad for some silly reason, so he was moving from his room to that room. Why? I don't know. He was later kicked out by mom, so he moved to the living room because (prepare yourselves) "that's where the tv is." He is a boy. Among his packed items were: a pillow, Mr. Alligator, his framed pictures of himself, 3 sets of pajamas, 3 sets of underwear, and his blankie. It was so not cute. See picture below.
- P.S. I almost forgot- I did not almost break into spanish Friday night when asking one of the babies I was watching what was wrong (immense crying.) No, I did not stop midway when saying que es tu problema?!.... then saying oh my gosh. I guess that is what happens when you work with those from south of the border all day.
I'm telling y'all, I need Ambien or something. But then I'd really be a freak. I can see it now... someone suggested Tylenol PM. Now that's just pill popping! Tylenol doesn't work on me anyway because it's such a low dosage.
Now it's my luck only that I wake up at this God forsaken hour, when deer aren't even up yet. Yes, it's not like I have Sunday School this morning (at least I don't have to teach.) Or the service, which I will be attending for the first time in month and a half (stupid job, that rant's coming.) Or Gymboree til midnight setting out new line. I think I can fit in a nap today... maybe. I need to do my taxes and put my hand out for money from that
"Now why has Lauren not been to the church service in a month and a half!?!?!?!" is exactly what y'all are thinking, I know it is. I'm asking myself the same question, do not be alarmed. See the reason is work. Jason's Deli (for whatever reason) cannot respect the fact that I prefer to not work on Sundays for religious reasons. I'm pretty sure that's against the law, is it not? Lawsuit! Kidding... Now, I did say I would be willing to work one Sunday a month. Ha. It's been anything but that. So I knew I had to work there tonight, but when working at Gymboree yesterday (and doing $2500 in sales in just 2 hours) I saw that I was supposed to set out new line tonight. Now, I much rather prefer new line for the following reasons: no customer service, I can wear my dang yoga pants, no customer service, don't leave smelling like food, have nice coworkers there, and it's quiet. So I call Jason's and say the following to the general manager (even though I asked for Paul, because he's a sweetie and the following argument wouldn't have happened.)
Me: Bobby, I need to call out for tomorrow night. I have to work at my other job.
Bobby: Why can't you work? They can replace you there, can't they?
Now at this point I'm thinking, funny, I thought you could do the same.
Me: Well, no, see no one can cover for me.
Bobby: Well that's not my problem.
The blood pressure starts going up.
Me: No one can cover for me.
Bobby: Well who's schedule came out first?
Bobby: But we put ours out on Wednesday.
Me: Well Gymboree was out first and I haven't been in all week to see this problem.
Now at this point, I wanted to scream. However, I couldn't because for all I knew, the guy was about to fire me. At this point I reminded him...
Me: Bobby, I'm not even supposed to be working tomorrow night because I worked last Sunday. I'm only supposed to be working one Sunday per month.
Bobby: ...Well you're just going to have to talk to Lee about that.
Y'all get the big picture. Thankfully Paul came to the rescue and got me covered, but I really don't like that darn Bobby. Rawr.
Ok, I need coffee. Maybe a rugrat's up to keep me company... hmmm...
The Office - A Lesson on Fire
The hottie Michael Buble came on my iTunes earlier and ideas popped in my head on a blogisode. And oh how I mean hottie. I wish I'd gotten a picture of him when I went to see him down in Birmingham last October. Oh man, if I were single back then, I'd find a way to meet him. Italian descent from Canada- yes please! Girls were screaming for him. Screaming! Then there were the old couples who needed a room... Buble was an awesome performer and not shy at all. At first I thought he was drunk because he was so crazy and what not. But there's something about him that makes every woman swoon (at least me.) He knows it,too; he joked with the men they were there for only one reason alone... I gasped when he said what he did. McFormer and all the men cheered it on.... there's a surprise. Anyway! Look at that picture and tell me you could look at it for hours.
So I was thinking (after my fun experiences in the dating world and multiple girl chats): are there any men on this planet, who are not taken, and are nice classy guys?
- not guys who talk to you when the moon's position is just right;
- not guys who stand you up;
- not guys who blow you off;
- and are not arrogant s.o.b.s all around?
Back to my Catholic music now. Yuck.
Updated: What the heck happened to my followers? They aren't showing up!
Note: At 12:00 pm- go along with crazy idea to "edit" my love- a.k.a. my blog.
Crazy indeed! What the heck I was thinking, not sure. I'm not positive I was thinking at all, honestly. I googled how to get the 3 columns I've been envying on practically every blog I've read lately. Lordy, there's a reason that when people speak "computer" to me, I look at them blankly. First I tried one tutorial site, then another. Just when I was about to pull out my hair (really I was) or quit altogether, I reread every step. Go me when I saw they edited a word on there and didn't say they edited that word. Idiots. So finally, I got what I was aiming for. Phew.
Of course I had to change background so it was wider, too. Another headache. I loved the one I had before but wanted change. So if anyone was reading while all the changes were going on and you thought, "what the heck is she doing?" now you know. And I know that God wants me to stay away from all things involving codes from now on.
Ever been stood up before? You'll never guess who got the first stand up of her lifetime... yes, me. It's a long story that I resist indulging on- my blog link is on my Facebook page. Lord knows I don't need him to read a bash on him.. but then again... I won't lie, I was mad. I called Jessica twice last night venting. The second call she almost choked on her grapes and crackers and chocolate because she was laughing so hard. Somehow I got on rant about how Jesus never stood up his disciples. How I got to that part of the rant, I'm not sure. Man I hate the dating life. Hate it.
I need a 10 pound block of chocolate that the Chocolate Crocodile gets. I wonder how much it costs...
Enjoy the new page, y'all ♥
I did not post the 12 Downfalls to Having Two X-Chromosomes earlier this week in a bout of PMS. Nope, not moi.
In order to cure my major irritation with customers this week, I didn't find pleasure in making fun of them whenever they'd forget something and totally didn't make a game out of it. While I'm at it, I didn't say "what?" to a customer (who came to Jason's 4 days in a row this week) when he was just staring at me. Honestly, it was creepy; I didn't have a chance to put on my filter before it came out of my mouth. Ooops! I also didn't inform the Catholics on Ash Wednesday after their vents about no meat that I'm Protestant. To which they replied, "lucky."
Being desperate for spring like crazy, I didn't get a couple sundresses at Target and start spray on tanning just because I cannot stand being pale and in nothing but jeans. Time for spring and some color! This winter has lasted way too long.
I didn't feel like a kid Sunday morning when the storm that I said wouldn't come/occur, did indeed show up... I woke up to my siblings screaming about snow and took pictures and everything. Snow in North Alabama is a very rare, so the whole regions freaks when there's even a prediction for snow. Yet at the same time, I wanted all the big severe storms that were taking place in my old home, Middle Georgia. I love thunderstorms these days... hated them with a passion 10 years ago.
I sure didn't get super excited watching the Jonas Brothers at the theatre. Definitely didn't sing along the entire time, either. Ha, like I'm crazy enough to do that...
While at the ladies conference Saturday morning, I didn't kill time taking pictures of the centerpiece and get very disappointed in the pictures (therefore I played with them and it came out looking like this picture.) I also didn't get annoyed with people who acted like 4 years olds either. Nor did I tell my mom and her friends the following: that if the speaker was making us do group work, I was out of there; that I wanted to convert to Catholicism just to go to the party that was being set up in the Hall downstairs so I could get some gosh darned chocolate; and finally that I really absolutely needed a Coke. And for the record, I'm not such a coffee snob that I went by one of my local Starbucks on the way to the conference. To which Lisa said that she can tell I'm a junkie because I have my Starbucks in the Huntsville/Decatur area mapped out really well (and it's really true; there's at least 4 in the area; 6 if you count Target and Barnes and Noble; 8 if you count all of the above and the stores in Decatur and Athens.) Oh and this picture does not sum me up. Not one bit.
Finally, I'm not typing this up on a Sunday night just so I can sleep in tomorrow. Ha, nope, Not Me!