Me and Jamie really know how to celebrate a holiday, my first real tree! we just went to a shady parking lot business, bought a tree, tied it to a car, bought some sprite, and drove home. Why are we so cool? We were born this way.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Christmas, Alive and Well
Me and Jamie really know how to celebrate a holiday, my first real tree! we just went to a shady parking lot business, bought a tree, tied it to a car, bought some sprite, and drove home. Why are we so cool? We were born this way.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
The In-Between.
Let me take you on a journey.
My day started off normal. Me, waking up on the floor of my apartment at roughly 10 or 11 in the morning to Jamie getting ready for work. Making Jamie breakfast (hash browns and eggs) which I ended up eating because she didn't have time, cleaning, doing the dishes, watching some tv online, you know, it's how I do.
Little did I know that these events would lead up to a fun and awkward infused day.
I left for work in my car, and that's where the trouble started. As I drove down the road I started noticing more and more motorcycles lining the sides of the street, and the two lane road began to narrow and narrow until it became a one lane road. What did I do you ask? I just kept driving! Turning around did not cross my mind once, strike one reflexes-strike one. Keep in mind there were motorcycles on the side of the road. A lot of them. and out of the corner of my eye one single cycle caught my eye. "Parade Enforcer" a sign attached to the front of it read. And that's when it started. all the cycles took off and somehow I had gotten caught up in the middle There were motorcycles to the front, to the back, on each side. And my lonely car was chugging along right with them. I had become part of the parade. It gets better, there were people on watching the parade and I can only imagine what they were thinking. Some white cheerleader car among all these choppers and harleys? Has someone told this girl that she is in a car? Does she realize that this is a parade? no ok, no!
And my day only got more interesting, I stopped off at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. After I had paid up and made light conversation with the man in the white jacket and several other pharmacy-goers, the pharmacist handed me my medicine and simply stated, "you enjoy that." now i can see how that would be slightly amusing if I had picked up say pain killers, but it was antibiotics, and not even antibiotics because i was sick. I'd seen this guy once a month for the last six months. I said the only thing that came to mind, "you don't have to tell me twice!"
and the icing on the cake. when i arrived at work, I took one last glance in the rearview to make sure I looked presentable. well, I didn't. The remnants of my lunch remained on my lip. peanut butter, peanuts included. the whole parade experience? the pharmacy situation? all were made that much better because the world could finally physically witness how much i love peanut butter.
now, i know i share a lot of albertson's stories, but this one is sure to be a crowd pleaser. I had finished up helping a customer in his pursuit of deli meat ecstasy, and asked, "is there anything else I can do for you?" and he answered without so much a hesitation, "yes, please do not get hit by a drunk driver." and walked away. I guess i'll try my hardest?
My day started off normal. Me, waking up on the floor of my apartment at roughly 10 or 11 in the morning to Jamie getting ready for work. Making Jamie breakfast (hash browns and eggs) which I ended up eating because she didn't have time, cleaning, doing the dishes, watching some tv online, you know, it's how I do.
Little did I know that these events would lead up to a fun and awkward infused day.
I left for work in my car, and that's where the trouble started. As I drove down the road I started noticing more and more motorcycles lining the sides of the street, and the two lane road began to narrow and narrow until it became a one lane road. What did I do you ask? I just kept driving! Turning around did not cross my mind once, strike one reflexes-strike one. Keep in mind there were motorcycles on the side of the road. A lot of them. and out of the corner of my eye one single cycle caught my eye. "Parade Enforcer" a sign attached to the front of it read. And that's when it started. all the cycles took off and somehow I had gotten caught up in the middle There were motorcycles to the front, to the back, on each side. And my lonely car was chugging along right with them. I had become part of the parade. It gets better, there were people on watching the parade and I can only imagine what they were thinking. Some white cheerleader car among all these choppers and harleys? Has someone told this girl that she is in a car? Does she realize that this is a parade? no ok, no!
And my day only got more interesting, I stopped off at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. After I had paid up and made light conversation with the man in the white jacket and several other pharmacy-goers, the pharmacist handed me my medicine and simply stated, "you enjoy that." now i can see how that would be slightly amusing if I had picked up say pain killers, but it was antibiotics, and not even antibiotics because i was sick. I'd seen this guy once a month for the last six months. I said the only thing that came to mind, "you don't have to tell me twice!"
and the icing on the cake. when i arrived at work, I took one last glance in the rearview to make sure I looked presentable. well, I didn't. The remnants of my lunch remained on my lip. peanut butter, peanuts included. the whole parade experience? the pharmacy situation? all were made that much better because the world could finally physically witness how much i love peanut butter.
now, i know i share a lot of albertson's stories, but this one is sure to be a crowd pleaser. I had finished up helping a customer in his pursuit of deli meat ecstasy, and asked, "is there anything else I can do for you?" and he answered without so much a hesitation, "yes, please do not get hit by a drunk driver." and walked away. I guess i'll try my hardest?
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