A Thousand Words

I’ve decided to surprise my mom at work — Homedog and I have it all figured out. She’s going to FLIP OUT! And, I’m also going to surprise my Grandma too. GAH! I can’t wait, I’m so excited I can’t even concentrate! I’m also working on getting a family bon fire lined up. Those are the best. And, home made ice cream! AGHHH!!! I love my family so much, I can’t wait to see them!!!!

A month or so back, I asked my mom to send out all the miscellaneous pictures she had of yours truly, so I could start organizing the stuff for my scrapbook. Well, this weekend I decided to finally tackle the big box o’ pictures that was tucked underneath our shelf in the living room. I figured it wouldn’t be that awful horrible, because I already had a lot of the younger ones. WRONG.

Let me just say that I must have gotten the “hate organizing, really bad at labeling pictures” trait from my mom. This is the woman who has developed film 7 years after taking it, never correctly set the date stamp on her camera (we’re talking, it’s marked 2+ years before/after actual picture was taken), still uses a disposal camera when she OWNS a very nice digital camera, and has rarely labeled the back of any picture between the dates of 1981 – 1998.

As you can imagine, this was a lot of fun for me. It took me half of Saturday and all of Sunday to finally get through them all. I had at least 15 different piles just for pictures after grade 6. Agh. Through the process, I actually realized a couple of things:

1. We took far too many pictures of our cats
2. Taking pictures of yourself kissing a poster of Boyz II Men is pointless
3. Every single school picture of me is hilarious

Now, for your viewing pleasure — okay, it’s mostly for my own pleasure — I’ve uploaded all of the school pics. Grade 4 seems to be MIA, but trust me it too was a gem.

Also, I’m filling out these new patient forms and there’s an entry for “pharmacy of choice” and now, I don’t have a pharmacy to begin with — so naturally I’d want to go to the one closest to my apartment, right? However, due to an earlier incident of embarrassing myself (and Heids) at a particular drugstore, said closest pharmacy is out of the question, so I have to find a different one. And, obviously I should have been aware that even if a drugstore employee is flirting with you and WINKING AT YOU and spilling his life story as you are buying your Junior Mints and Diet Coke — when you send your roommate in to see if he’s available, he will obviously admit that he has a girlfriend of five years that he’s very much in love with… but he is flattered by my attraction towards him. MEN. Are there any honest ones left out there?

Okay, so I know I don’t have a kid (that I know of) or anything but these days it seems that Ness is just as much trouble as one.

Yesterday as Heids and I were walking back to the car after a movie, I noticed Ness had essentially been assaulted. FYI – those dents? Yeah, those are from a parallel parking job gone wrong.

I get home a few hours later and I call up Geico. Long story short, I probably should have called the police to report a hit and run, I should have went back and taken pictures, and I should have looked inside his car for a VIN number…because you just never know what kind of people are out there and he’ll probably deny ever hitting it. Gah, I didn’t know. I figured having a witness and his license plate number was enough. So, she’s going in next week to get an estimate. And I think we all know that if given a choice to get it fixed or take the money — I’m taking the money. Also, she’s going in for an oil change this week. And, if she needs any more repairs — so help me GOD, I am going to leave her at the dump and buy a motorcycle with a side car.

From Bee.

20 years ago (1986) I: spent every day at my Grandma’s house on the Lake. I would spend most of the day at the beach and every night she would make us popcorn in her little air-popper machine.