Good in the Negative February 28, 2007

I am exhausted and it is only tuesday!  Reminds me how short life is.    I went to an hour and a half  eye doctor appointment to find out that I have to Hemrogaes in my left eye?!  What the heck does it all mean?  I have to get some blood work but it totally tripped me out.  My eyes are still dialated and Wil said I look something from a  scary movie. 

I doubt myself a lot. There’s this new job I applied for and it is totally out of my job comfort zone.  I would be working very closely with the main chapel on campus and I would need to learn a lot about being an episcopal and my faith in God would have to, like, be Heman strong.  I am so willing to learn though and I just hope I get that first step into the interview but there’s that doubt again…….

I am tired of cleaning the house.  It is one of those lifetime tasks that is comepletly draining for me because I want it done a certain way and to a certain standard.  Poor Wil. 

Life keeps throwing softballs at the dunking tank target and lucky for me, I brought my nose plug.

The Age of Aquarium February 19, 2007

I don’t like fish.  They are creepy.  None-the-less, Wil and I went to the aquarium on Saturday in Chattanooga.  It is a beautiful building with lots of doors so we entered what looked like a main entrance.  When we got in, we didn’t see a ticket booth so we asked the lady standing next to the roped off area.  She was all, “it’s this way” and let us go behind the ropes.  We walked down a hall until we saw more people and then just started walking around since we still saw no ticket booth.  Before we knew it, we were looking at seahorses:

 

The Weedy Seadragon….very cool,

 and large, man sized sea creatures and it slowly occured to us that we got in without payment.  At first, I felt a bit guilty but then, as we made our way through the hords of children and strollers, I felt less and less guilt.  We had struggled with the decision to go in the first place because of cost and we figures, heck, don’t frown on a good thing.  There was one tank I found disturbing.  On our way to Chattanooga, we pass over a huge lake, Lake NikaJack.  One display was filled with the kinds of fish that live in the lake.  They were so ugly, and so huge it made me want to never swim again!   There was a scuba diver in the biggest of the big tanks trying to feed an eel.  The eel was bigger then the diver and it would not take the squid from her but the whole ordeal made me throw up in my mouth a little.  It didn’t help that one of the fish was regurgatating a huge piece of squid it had in its mouth and then eating it again.  This is why I don’t eat sushi.  But you say:  “Amanda, you eat pig and cow and you KNOW that they’re like.”  Yeah, yeah…..but I don’t eat them raw.

If ya come visit me, I’ll sneak you into the aquarium too.  And then today I went to a baby shower.  It wasn’t as fun as my friend Sarah’s but I don’t know how it could’ve been because hers was off the hook.   It was nice to have all the spouses of the seminary together.  Why do they call it a baby shower?  Does anyone know?  Is it because the baby needs a shower after being inside the womb or maybe the mom needs the shower or maybe babies reign or is it raining babies?  I just don’t know.  I leave you with this….the best of both worlds:

Oh No He Didn’t February 11, 2007

Driving home from game night tonight, we passed a frat house.  Outside the front door, standing next to the stairs was a frat dude …..peeing!  He didn’t hide behind a bush or try to hide his weiner in anyway, shape, or form but was just peeing away, no cares in the world.  I had to do a double take on that one and then proceeded to yell out the window, “Hide your weiner, man!”  Of course, we were too far away for my words of wisdom to make any difference.

Speaking of weiners:  Prince has been making an appearance in everything I’ve come across latley.  Either his music has been played or references to him or a discussion about him.  It makes me want to drive a little red corvette in purple rain while I go crazy.  Prince is definitly one bad motha, shut yo’ mouth.

 I have a favorite customer that comes through the drive thru at the bank.  His name: Mr. Snowden.  His age:  80+.  His car:  a very old lincoln town car.   Why I love him:  he drives up, puts the car in park, turns it off, jiggles the key so that it will stop buzzing, puts his cigeratte in the ashtray and then proceeeds to say things like, “Thought I’d help the bank out today. “  If he’s depositing. Or, “I’m gonna have a fun weekend.”  If he’s withdrawing and then, the best part is when he drives away.   He starts the car back up, puts it in drive (hopefully) and then points forward with one hand and puts the pedal to the metal and tears out of the lane.  He is seriously adorable ( except for the cigeratte part) and I look forward to seeing him because that is how sad my job really is.  He is so predictable and just so old.  I also love my dogs that come through.  I have been given dog treats to hand out and the dogs know me because of it.  They start drooling and some wimper and I just love it.  The kids are funny too.  The little kids ask for a sucker and the older kids make sure I see them but they are way too cool to ask for a sucker.  Ahhh….the bank, thank goodness it is the weekend. 

Hope everyone’s having a great weekend and let’s make it public urination free…shall we?

Pictures February 2, 2007

I added some new pictures to my site.  Some of them are from the Toga party which was a total blast.  You know it’s a good party when people slip on beer, you get to perform the robot, and you run around on golf greens hoping you don’t make a hole in one with puke.  (Sorry, that was little gross.)  The other pictures are from Sarah’s baby shower.  She’s due in March and she had an amazing shower.  She got lots of cute books and clothes for the baby. I had the most fun when it was just us gals after everyone left and the best time I had was in the morning, talking over coffee.  It was a much needed escape from the mountain.