Holy Hebrew!

Well, this weekend has been an endless source of adventure (see previous post). The good news on that, though, is that my car is fixed. All except my CD player, that is.

Speaking of, I'm trying to figure out why it won't work. I took it to Ultimate Electronics on Sunday. We tried all the obvious stuff: checking the fuse, etc. Still not working. I've come to the conclusion that the radio is busted. Which means I'll have to get it replaced eventually. Sigh. I hate that.

Sunday night, I went to the Charlie Hall concert. Unfortunately, I was unable to enjoy it that much, because I had a splitting headache. In addition, I was beyond exhausted. The girls all went to IHop for dinner, but I went on home.

The last two days have been work, as per usual. I wish they would let me carhop more. I need the tip money. Sigh.

On another note (kind of related), I have been trying to watch my thoughts. I took mental stock of how many times I had been angry, frustrated, and just plain cranky the last few days. I am dismayed to note how much negativity goes through my head daily. That needs to change. Yesterday.

Happy Birthday...I guess.

So yesterday I'm on my way to the Redhawks Game, looking forward to seeing MercyMe in concert. I notice that my car is getting close to the Hot mark on my thermostat. I think to myself, "Hmmm...what could that be about." I pull over to a service station to check it out. I pop the hood. Sign Numbero Uno that things were not right: Smoke rising from the engine. I check the water reserve in my radiator: Empty. Bone-dry. The Sahara has more water than my radiator had. Sigh.

So like the good little non-mechanic that I am, I put more water in what I professionally call the water dealy-whopper. I start her up again. It was fine for awhile...then it started overheating again. Holy crap. So I pull over, and called my good friend Scott, who was kind enough to come pick me up.

Unfortunately, there was some delay in his getting there. Whilst I was waiting, a nice gentleman helped me put more water in the radiator, and some oil in my car. So Scott arrives, helps me get to a mechanic and then takes me to the game. So that turned out pretty well.

Anyway, now I'm in Scott's office, listening to his radio show. It's really cool. I haven't gotten a chance to listen to it yet, thanks to my lovely dial-up internet connection. But it's really cool. Hopefully I'll be able to get my car fixed today.

Soul Food

I've been doing a lot of reading lately, basically out of sheer boredom. I've been reading this book about improving one's life, etc...one of those self-help guides.

Yeah, I know. You're bored out of your gourd already. Well, before you start to head over to Homestarrunner.com, bear with me. One of the recommendations that the book has is to make albums with old photographs, and to look at them and other memory-invoking items. According to the author, doing so will get you back in touch with the person you once were. Yeah, I know it sounds somewhat new-age-y, but it's true.

Well, I came across a whole bunch of undeveloped film that I had from high school and college. Some of it was the old 110 film (ya know...the kind you put into the inexpensive cameras that you give seven-year-olds for their vacations). Others were good old 35 millimeter. So...I developed a bunch of film today.

The results weren't half-bad. I ended up returning a lot of the pictures, because they were either so messed up that there would be no point keeping them, or they were of inanimate objects, or they were duplicates. Or in some cases, all of the above. The rest, though, weren't half-bad. I wish I had more pictures from high-school, though. Maybe I'll hit up my friends at my 10-year reunion in three years...ha!

(Edited because "boredome" is only a word in my wonderful imaginary world)

Success At Last

After shopping at at least four (4) different stores, I finally succeeded at finding a foot spa! I wanted to buy one as a birthday present to myself. I found a nice foot spa, took it home, and had a nice foot bath with bath salts.

I also bought this foaming hair conditioner that one of my co-workers told me about. She said that this stuff left her hair extra-soft. I tried it out this morning. I can't really tell if it worked yet since my hair is still wet. We shall see what we shall see.

I'm really looking forward to going to the RedHawks on Friday. It's gonna be a busy few weeks, between the game, Melinda's wedding, and my trip to Kansas City.

What a Weekend

Wow...this weekend has just been...whoa. Let me describe.

Saturday was my stepsister's wedding. We had it here at the house. With about 20 kids. No, really. It was a beautiful ceremony, tho. Tamra and Darrin have four children between them, and the wonderful preacher involved the kids in the ceremony and the candle-lighting. They had two candles for Tam and Darrin, and one for each of the four kids. It was cool.

Afterwards, we had cake and punch, nothing too fancy. That's when my older sister got the phone call: Holly, my other stepsister, had a seizure and was rushed to ER. Of course, my sister, her boyfriend, my neice and I rushed out to ER. Thankfully, Holly was OK...she had gotten off some medication, and that caused her to have a seizure. Scary stuff.

After that drama, I headed over to Jeff and Debbie's for the wedding after-party. My stepdad's brother was there with his wife (I guess) and new baby. He really upset Mom, too. When he was taking family pictures, he didn't try to include me. And by that, I mean: My stepdad and Mom asked him repeatedly, "What about Reag?" I even asked him, "Do you want me in the picture?" But he never responded. Mom was upset. I told her not to worry about it, tho. Some people do stuff like that, no matter what. I guess he just wanted my stepdad's side of the family and didn't want to worry about non-family. Sigh.

Well, today was nowhere near as dramatic, thus far. I went to church, had lunch with everyone, did a bit of shopping, and went home. Such is my life.

On a more exciting note (I suppose), only five more days until I turn 26! I'm gonna go see the RedHawks for my birthday on Friday. Should be lots of fun...spending time with my friends...

Busy Day

So today I'm gonna be finishing my bedroom, trying to get ready for my stepsister's wedding on Saturday. My grandparents are coming down tomorrow. I can't wait...I haven't seen them in over a year. They will be staying until Sunday sometime.

I'm also working a shift at Sonic today. I've been mainly doing drinks, as well as some carhopping. I enjoy carhopping, and I love the tips...but I don't enjoy the accompanying heatstroke. Ah, well.

Busy Day

So today I'm gonna be finishing my bedroom, trying to get ready for my stepsister's wedding on Saturday. My grandparents are coming down tomorrow. I can't wait...I haven't seen them in over a year. They will be staying until Sunday sometime.

I'm also working a shift at Sonic today. I've been mainly doing drinks, as well as some carhopping. I enjoy carhopping, and I love the tips...but I don't enjoy the accompanying heatstroke. Ah, well.

Bits and Pieces

Today was exhausting. I carhopped from eleven to five today. In ninety-degree heat. I thought I was gonna die. So I get home and slept until about an hour ago, when I went to eat at Long John Silver's. It was pretty good, considering I wasn't craving it. In fact, I wasn't craving much of anything...I just needed to eat something.

What else? Saturday I went swing-dancing. It was a lot of fun. (I wrote a little devotion about it. I'll post it as soon as I get my lazy butt out to my car to get it.)

This weekend my stepsister's getting married at my house. My parents are in a frenzy trying to get ready for it. I, too, need to clean my room. I have a stack of clothes just waiting to be washed. Fun times.

It seems that I'm writing shorter and shorter entries. Sorry guys. I know I should write more. But I get so repetitive. I start rambling about stuff that I already rambled about three entries ago. Like...you can only talk about Homestar Runner so much before people start wanting to kill you. Sigh.

Unlucky Thirteen......

Maybe I should explain that last non-post to you. It was the thirteenth post, you see. And I'm a bit superstitious about that. So I decided to make that one a non-post, and post my real stuff here on number 14.

So...tonight should be fun. I'ma go swing-dancing with a whole bunch of friends. That should be really fun. (Dang...I can't help being repetitive!) Luckily, I have some extra money from car-hopping.

Speaking of which, car-hopping's a blast. I really enjoy my job, except for ###### Hmmm....guess God doesn't want me to say negative stuff about my co-workers on my blog. Ah, well.

Move On

...nothing to see here...

You Know You're A Redneck When...

Mel G. emailed me this today.....My comments are in parentheses...


Brand new 2004 edition of "You know you're a redneck when . . "

1. You take your dog for a walk and you both use the same tree.

2. You can entertain yourself for more than 15 minutes with a fly swatter. (ed. You say that like it's a bad thing? :-) )

3. Your boat has not left the driveway in 15 years.

4. You burn your yard rather than mow it.

6. The Salvation Army declines your furniture. (ed. Uh-oh....they're REALLY on to me...)

7. You offer to give someone the shirt off your back and they don't want it.

8. You have the local taxidermist on speed dial.

9. You come back from the dump with more than you took there.

10. You keep a can of Raid on the kitchen table.

11. Your wife can climb a tree faster than your cat.

12. Your grandmother has "ammo" on her Christmas list.

13. You keep flea and tick soap in the shower.

14. You've been involved in a custody fight over a hunting dog.

15. You go to the stock car races and don't need a program.

16. You know how many bales of hay your car will hold.

17. You have a rag for a gas cap. (ed. No, but I do have a parachute for a car window...does that count?)

18. Your house doesn't have curtains, but your truck does. (ed. See above.)

19. You wonder how service stations keep their restrooms so clean.

20. You can spit without opening your mouth.

21. You consider your license plate personalized because your father made it.

22. Your lifetime goal is to own a fireworks stand. (ed. Hitting a little closer to home, there...)

23. You have a complete set of salad bowls and they all say "Cool Whip" on the side. (ed. Mine all say "Braums.")

24. The biggest city you've ever been to is Wal-Mart. (ed. Not true. I went to Tar-gay a few times.)

25. Your working TV sits on top of your non-working TV.

26. You've used your ironing board as a buffet table.

27. A tornado hits your neighborhood and does a $100,000.00 worth of improvements.

28. You've used a toilet brush to scratch your back.

29. You missed your 5th grade graduation because you were on jury duty.

30. You think fast food is hitting a deer at 65 mph.

And last, but not least . . .

31. Someone tells you that you've got something in your teeth, so you take them out to see

Snerk!!

Today Jeff Jones forward a bunch of us an article about this subcontractor that worked on the Boone Pickens Stadium at Oklahoma State University. Seems he got canned for arranging some bricks so they read "OU." Sounds like my kind of person. Snerk!

By the way, do you like my new word?

Life in Overdrive

Last night was a sleepy night for me. I came home from work, went straight to bed, and woke up about 9:30...went back to bed at 12:00, and just now woke up. Today's gonna be another long day at work. The one thing I would like to tell some of my new co-workers: Please and thank you go a LONG way in my book. 'Nuff said.

In other non-news....well, there's nothing else to share. Sometimes, I write in this thing, and...well, there's nothing to write about. No, really. During the work week, I don't see anyone from church, really. And on weekends, I'm not really at my computer. Sigh. So as you can see, I live a life in overdrive. NOT.

By the way, what in HADES is a blue oyster cult?! Sounds like a religion where you think you're gonna get to heaven riding a blue oyster, or something like that. Brian? Anyone? I like flaming monkeys better. At least that sounds somewhat couth.

Stave It Off, One, Two, Three....

(Original title: Wha-wh-wh-wha-wh-what?)

What a weekend it has been. I've been on an emotional roller coaster for the last few days. I'll skip the not-so-good stuff.

As far as good news goes, I have a job now. I work at Sonic. So far I've been making drinks and stuff like that. Hopefully they'll have me carhopping some, too. That would be awesome.

I started that yesterday. Saturday night I spent the night at Melissa G's apartment. She had a bunch of people over for game night. We played Mad Libs and Mafia. Mafia is an awesome game. If you've never played that before, you need to. Brian Mays brought his 7-hundred-million-game thingie that actually only has about 30 games on it. I played this game involving a bird trying to feed its chicks. No, that wasn't a joke. Another game involved a penguin speed-running around Antarctica. Or some continent. It sure didn't look like Antarctica to me. More like Australia. I dunno. There were some pretty weird games on that, if you must know.

Sunday I went to church, watched several Friends episodes at Brian Booker's apartment (with several other people), went to church again, and then went to Mel G's for a short Bible study.

Monday I went to Jay's house for a cookout. A bunch of us girls were talking to Marat. He's a friend of Amy's from Turkey. He accepted Christ this weekend, which was really cool. Anyway, Ellen and Misti were telling him about all of us, and how we're all different. I couldn't agree more. I mean, I'm one of the weirdest people on the face of the Earth. And people still love me. Right guys? (Just kidding)

Today I got my weekly dose of (new material off of) Homestar Runner. Good gravy. That was hilarious. Now I'm gonna have that stupid "Stave It Off" song in my head all week. I actually started singing that at work, and everyone looked at me as if they wanted to give me a drug test. Ah, well. I think that's even funnier that the Thnikkaman (Yeah, shut up, kid!) and Eh! Steve combined. Until next week, that is. Anyway, I miss Homestar, though. He's the cutest thing in the world.

Diversions

Hmmm....what do I write about today?

Having finished Where the Heart Is, I'm looking for a new book to read. I thought my mom had Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe, but alas, I was wrong. Sigh. So I've been poring over my mother's massive book collection (and I do mean MASSIVE), looking for something somewhat meaningful.

Tomorrow I'm gonna try to make it into town for Game Night. Today was--you guessed it--more job applications. Eight, to be exact. I applied at all five Sonics in this area. The manager at one of them wasn't too nice. He was like, "You have a BA in Psychology. And you're applying at Sonic." I was like, "Yes, I am. So when do I start?" (Okay, so I didn't say the last part. Sigh. The creative things I think of after the fact.) This manager seemed bored with me, anyway. I got the vibe that he saw me as a white, upper-middle class girl looking for a diversion whilst eating peeled grapes from a silver platter and getting foot massages by guys in white tuxes that call themselves Beau. Growl. Anyway, I'm thinking a big NO on that particular location.

I also applied at Arby's and Pizza Hut. I could use some pizza right now. Too bad they're closed. Sigh.

Speaking of food, I've been eating incessantly ever since I got here. It's pretty sad...I'm eating out of pure boredom. Ah, well. Soon I'll have a job...then I'll have some kind of diversion.

On Brian's suggestion, I came up with some creative resume ideas.

1.) Make it so it bursts into flame after the recruiter reads it.
2.) Print it on Saran Wrap.
3.) Dot your i's with little hearts.
4.) Cut out letters from magazines and paste them on a piece of cardboard.
5.) Deliver it in an envelope that has a red slash across the front.
6.) Deliver it in a Viagra box.
7.) Write it out in Cool-Whip on a huge plate of Jell-O.
8.) Make it into a comic strip.
9.) Sing it on a DVD.
10.) Better yet, learn the recruiter's name, and personalize the cover letter part of the DVD to include the recruiter's name.

Woo-hoo!

I actually have people who read this! I talked to Misti for awhile, and she told me that she reads this every day. I love ya, girlie!

Brian Mays also reads this regularly. If you haven't read his comments, you should. Hilarious!

So...not much happened today. I took my job-hunt to Seminole, where I applied at Wal-Mart, Stage, and the school there. One thing about this: it's been helping my prayer life. I've been praying constantly for about a week now.

I've been reading this book, "Where the Heart Is" by Billie Lets. It's about this girl who's abandoned by her boyfriend at a Wal-Mart, and lives there for nearly two months before having her baby. It tells about her moving in with a resident lady, working at the Wal-Mart, and raising her baby. It's an awesome book.

One of the themes in the book is how God provides. The neighbors in the protogonist's new town provide furniture, garden produce, bread, and friendship. Even in the midst of poverty, God showered her and her child with blessing. That's a good message for me to hear.

Entry about nothing...except not

Today was more of the same. Look for jobs, unpack, wait anxiously for my phone to ring asking for an interview. So far, nothing.

But I haven't given up hope. I read on some website somewhere about some methods people use to find jobs. It also lists the effectiveness of each one. Turns out that posting your resume online has only a one percent effectiveness rate. I KNEW it!

I even called one guy on it today. I asked him for a paper application, and he tells me, "We do all our referals online." I told him, "I prefer to fill out paper applications. I know that people are more likely to look at those." He says, "That's not our policy." So I left. See, what with filters and everything, it's all to easy for an online application to be ignored. But if you fill out a paper one, it is more likely to be looked at. At least, I think so.

The method that the website recommends is face-to-face interviewing of people working there about the company, followed by a personal chat with the person with the power to hire you. Hmmm...a bit labor-intensive. But in my boat, I'm willing to try anything that will help.

Watch out world, here I come!

Collegiate Mafia?!

Today, I was walking through the mall when I decided to go into Hot Topic. In case you didn't know, that's a place that sells...alternative clothing. Now, I'm as unalternative as they come. I'm the girl who wears baby tees (well, used to, anyway) and sings Britney Spears at karaoke parties. (Hi, Matt N.!) But I do love the fact that they sell reproductions of toys from the 1980's. So I went inside to take a look. And there, plain as day, was an office set inspired by Office Space! Complete with a Milton name badge and a Red Stapler! Of course, I called Brian M. right away to tell him.

Speaking of Brian, he continues to claim innocence regarding VillageGate, PistolPeteGate, and S-Gate. Now, the latter two I don't think he was involved in, at least not directly. But I know for a fact that he was involved in VillageGate. I mean, he's the only one I know that can pull something like that off. He's blaming it on the Collegiate Mafia. Hmmm...wonder if these same folks were targeting him next? Nah...they probably figure that he's been inconvenienced enough.

Holy Crap!

Sooo...I am so proud of myself today. Not ONLY did I manage to apply to many, MANY different places, I also managed to set my parents' computer up for sound. Ah....And today being Monday (actually, yesterday), I got my Homestar Runner fix for this week. Unfortunately, there was no Strongbad email. Yet. I can still hope. They have this new game on there, but it takes forever to pull up. Sigh. Why do I even bother, sometimes?

Today I got a disturbing piece of news. Seems that the gym where I used to work at closed down. With no notice. As in...all the fixtures and everything were gone. Wow. I'm...stunned, to say the least. Of course, I pretty much saw it coming. I mean, memberships have been low for months. Looks like I got out just in time. God sure works, that's all I gots to say.

Tonight I went to the city and visited Amy. She and I chatted for awhile about the above situation. It's just amazing. Her new place is REALLY nice. I'm thinking about maybe moving to that apartment complex. I'll have to see where God leads me, though.

Whilst I was in the city, I went to Chick-Fil-A to say hi to my peeps there (namely Sara and Shaun). It's weird, not working there anymore. Sigh. I kind of miss the place, if the truth must be known. On the other hand, unemployment does have its perks.

Not that I'm just leisurely lolling around, mind you. Today, as I said, I applied at about ten different places. Most of them were sit-down restaurants. Hopefully, I find a place that pays really well that I enjoy.

Game Point

Today was a fun and exciting day. Of course, it started with me waking up late and travelling 45 minutes to church. I better get used to this commute. Especially if I am going to find a job in the city.

Well, I decide to go get some grub at 7-11. Whilst I was there, there were a couple of guys messing with their car over on the corner. They looked me up and down while I got into my car. Owing to traffic by the gas pump, I was forced to pass them by on the way out. One of the guys said to me, "How's about I give you a call sometime?" At this point, I would have done anything to be able to hop in the shower. Ugh.

Unfortunately, it wasn't over yet. I had to pass him AGAIN, because I had to turn around and go the other way. As I passed him by, he hollered, "Sweet baby!" Growl. I was not happy.

Well, I get to church, only to see red shoe polish on Misti and Mel G.'s car windows. Hmm....continuation of the Village prank? (stares Brian M. down) Anyway, other than that, church passed by uneventfully.

After church, I went to Melinda's. While I was there, I got a bad hankering to get my hair cut. I enlisted Mel G. to go with me. It's rather cute, if I must say so myself! (I love my humility.)

Later on tonight, we played monster volleyball. It involves a HUGE volleyball, a complete disregard for the rules of the regular game, and every play being a game point. Interesting. I actually managed to get the ball over the net a couple of times. Aren't you proud? I thought as much.

(Edited because "gaspump" is actually two separate words)