I was kindly reminded by Hillary, a friend from church, that I have not posted in several days. I do appologize. When Hillary gets bored at work, she reads blogs and I have not had a new post all week. I am sorry that I have contributed to your boredom at work. I will try my best to not let this happen again. The reason I haven’t blogged this week is not because I don’t have anything to say. I actually have a lot to say, but it all has to do with things that have happened at work. And after Jack from WAY FM commented on a post of mine, I am so afraid to say too much because I have no idea who might read it! I guess it’s a good thing because it keeps me on my toes. I thought about making my blog a private blog where you have to be invited to read it. I didn’t do this for two reasons: 1) It might give me an excuse to say something I shouldn’t 2) I would hate to keep someone from reading my blog just because they aren’t invited. If you want to know about the things that I can’t blog about…ask me in person or on the phone about a toothbrush and black pants and I will be happy to tell you.
…even if it’s at my expense. I love love love to laugh. No, I didn’t studder. Laughing is my hobby. You get me together with Brent, my family, or Allison (college roommate) and the laughs are inevitable. I truly believe that the best medicine is laughter. After all, Proverbs 17:22 says that a joyful heart is like good medicine. My favorite kind of laughter is laughing so hard that you make no sound, your stomach hurts, and tears streaming down your face. Does life get any better than that? Fortunately, I was able to provide some great laughter at lunch today. Brent and I went to Applebee’s after church with some friends, The Langford’s and the Hardiman’s. The waitress brought all of our drinks out and successfully placed them on the table. She brought a bowl of lemons and wasn’t so successful when she set them on the table. She barely tipped my drink with the lemons and my entire Diet Coke was in my lap in an instant. It was like a car wreck, you see it coming in slow motion and there ain’t nothing you can do about it. The drink was so cold that I was gasping for air and I honestly did not know how to handle the situation with the waitress standing in front of me. Of course we all immediately laughed, but I made sure to let the waitress know that I was okay and told her to not let this ruin her day. She didn’t think it was too funny and I think she tried really hard not to cry. I can’t blame her though, if that had been me, I would have cried and left work. I felt so bad for her. Thankfully, Jessalee had some burp cloths of Miller’s that she let me clean up with and sit on. I didn’t think that at age 23 I would have a need for burp cloths, but maybe I should start bringing my own diaper bag. I was soaked from the waist down to my knees. I felt like I had been on Thunder River at Six Flags and had to walk around the rest of the day with wet clothes on. The manager came by to appologize and offered to pay for dry cleaning, but I declined. She asked me how much of the drink spilled on me. Umm…the whole thing! I mean, there wasn’t really way to stop the Diet Coke from rushing off the table into my lap. I just sat there and let it happen, all the while we were cracking up. And to make things worse for this poor girl, she didn’t get my order right. I will admit that I lied when she asked me if everything was ok. It wasn’t but I didn’t want to make her day even worse. Brent and I did get free drinks. But I honestly expected a free entree or something. I sat there for probably an hour with sticky Diet Coke soaking my clothes and keeping me quite cool and uncomfortable. When we were done, everyone kind of huddled around me so I could get out of the restaurant without embarrassment. I did have a little trouble getting out of the car, I was stuck to the seat. Even my feet were sticky. It was absolutely wonderful to get home and change clothes. Lunch was definitely memorable today.
I’m sure you’ve seen the commercial for the 2009 Honda Pilot with the bison. I crack up everytime I hear the guy in the front seat say, “That thing got my blood a boilin’ .” Tonight at Buffalo Wild Wings some people got my blood a boilin’ and it was no laughing matter. Brent is a HUGE Florida State fan and, of course, we are both Auburn fans. We went to BWW for dinner so we could watch both games at the same time. The restaurant was packed but the patio had 2 TV’s with sound and no one was out there. Perfect. We sat right in front of the TV’s, had one on the FSU game and one on the AU game. Two couples and another guy sat on the patio as well and none of them had an issue with our choice of TV channels. However, two girls who had been inside at the bar came out on the patio to smoke (even though the patio is a “no smoke area”). They sat down and immediately asked a waitress to change the FSU game to the AU game…they wanted both TV’s on the AU game. I looked at the waitress and said, “We are watching the FSU game.” The girls heard me say that and, as they walked behind us said, “Uh, but you have Auburn on.” Brent and I had Auburn t-shirts on. I ignored them but was thinking, “Well, girls, it is possible to be fans of 2 teams and it just so happens that we were out here first. Why don’t you go back inside to your table and watch the other 20 TV’s that are showing the AU game?” They were still standing behind us, complaining about how ridiculous it was that we were watching both games. I literally bit my tongue so something extremely rude and sarcastic didn’t slip. As they went on and on about how stupid we were, two guys from the inside came outside to take a smoke break. They asked another waitress to change the FSU game to the AU game. The waitress asked everyone on the patio if anyone was watching the FSU game. I spoke up and said, “We are watching both games.” The guys started complaining and the girls just laughed and snickered some more. I said, “When we leave, you can change the channel.” What I really wanted to say was, “Go inside, back to your table and SHUT UP. We were here first and we are going to watch both games.” Because I spoke up, I felt this enormous pressure to watch the FSU game. I made sure to keep my eyes glued to that TV and didn’t even watch the first half of the AU game.
Remember my very first post, the story that got this blog started? I interviewed for a position as a curriculum coordinator at a daycare and was basically told I was not qualified because I have an elementary education degree (K-6) instead of an early childhood degree (Pre-K-3rd). Well…funny story. The same daycare has now called me 3 times in the past 2 months asking if I was still interested. Umm…nope!