O, Joyous Day!
I have just been informed that from now on my Saturday hours are 11am to 6pm. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Filed under Uncategorized | Comment (1)Fighting Temptation
I really should know better by now. I mean honestly, Emily. I simply can not go into Target with money. Period. End of story. One time I went in to buy a kleenex holder for my bathroom and came out with over $200 of merchandise, including a new desk. Tonight I went in to buy my mom’s birthday present and came out with:
2 cutting boards
oodles of scrapbooking supplies
a ladle
3 CDs
a bedskirt
a funnel
a vegetable steamer (because I love veggies so much???)
slippers
a sponge for my kitchen sink AND a caddy to hold the sponge
earrings
I think I just need to be supervised at all times inside Target. Thank God they close at 10 or who knows what might have happened.
Filed under Uncategorized | Comments (4)In Loving Memory
One summer when I was six my family and I were going home from a beautiful day at the lake when we saw a big white dog that had been abandoned on the side of the road. Not wanting her to overheat in the hot Austin sun, we loaded her into the back of our truck and took her to the humane society. On a whim, we decided to look around while we were there, and so we found him. Whenever my dad left his sight he would sit there and stare at the spot where he disappeared until he came back, and it was this instant loyalty that ultimately won us over.
We had agreed that he would be named Kirby, but when my dad brought him home a few days later he matter-of-factly informed us that his name would be Spanky. So, Spanky it was.
Spanky had to endure quite a lot growing up with two mischievous girls… once we shaved a mohawk down his back, another time zig zags down his sides. We blew on his ears to make him sneeze and snuck up behind him, but he never stopped wagging his tail.
I remember how his eyes would sort of roll back in his head when you scratched his back, and how we all had to start spelling the word WALK around him because he got so excited at the sound of it and how he figured it out anyway.
Spanky, you were loved more than you could ever know. Thank you for being there for us, and I hope you’re having a wonderful time in the land of neverending walks and all-you-can-eat snacks.
Yes, I’m Still Alive
What can I say, I’ve been a busy girl. I’m determined to get better grades this semester, so any time that isn’t spent in class or at work is mostly spent with my new best friends, my textbooks. They aren’t very fun friends.
Plus, Thompson has been visiting me for the past 6 days. We went to see Open Water last night. I wouldn’t call it a bad movie, but I gotta say I was a little disappointed. I guess I’m a bigger fan of the standard uplifting, everything-works-out-at-the-last-minute ending than I’d care to admit.
Also, in case any of you have ever thought that bartending at 7:30am on Saturdays might be fun, you’re wrong. So wrong, in fact, that I might be led to question your sanity. We never get anybody in before 9:30, and they don’t usually want to drink, they just want pancakes. The cook is perfectly capable of serving pancakes, if you ask me… at least until I arrive at the more reasonable hour of 10. I’m hoping that if I just keep telling my bosses how crazy all this is, they’ll see the light.
So basically I’m just trying to stay afloat in a sea of neverending to-do lists, and unfortunately updating just doesn’t come to the top of the list very often. So I’m sorry, and hopefully once I get settled into the rhythm of the semester things won’t be so quiet around here.
Oh, wait, I almost forgot. Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce my boss, Tom Newman:
That’s right, ladies, he can pick his own nose with his tongue. I’m sorry to break your hearts, but he’s not single.
