I had a lot to say today... mostly about my roommate and her worrying herself sick, literally. I wrote out this big long paper about it in Discrete today (Since I can't read books anymore)... But then, Davis borrowed my paper and drew maps all over the back of it, and I took it home and forgot it when I came back to the lab. And dadgum it if I can't remember a thing I wanted to say. Other than I think the world (or at least her world) will dissolve into nothingness in less than two months unless a certain someone figures out whats going on... Don't know hwat else to say.
Chad and I were trying to figure out our summer schedule this summer... It's going to be interesting. Assuming Chad gets home in time, we're going to Josh's wedding the end of May in Starkville.... The weekend after that, I'm flying out to Dallas to go to Daniel's wedding.... Brian's coming to Huntsville with Chad one weekend in June, and we have Mike and Courtney's wedding to come to in July. Plus trying to figure out who's going to be in which city when.... and if I'm going to be in Southaven enough to roleplay (I'm not).... and that reminds me, I need to price floor pans for my bug. I need to be able to drive it to Josh's wedding.... hmm.
Oh well... I htink I'm supposed to be coming up with SQL relationship queries right now... but ra is down, and that's where I have all my forms and stuff. Blah.
posted by Deedee 4:10 PM
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But, it mightn't be their fault... the whole network is slow, I think... it's sucks to have to use the lab. And it's frigid in here. Oh well.
I just finshed writing an evil program... it shouldn't have been that hard, but I had no brain for code today. I really don't have a brain for anything today. Except maybe sleep.
Friday night's square dancing went well... Tim made an excellent dance partner, and we managed to dance a little bit of everything... Some squares, some lines (the Electric slide and the Boot Scootin' Boogie), two mixers (B-I-N-G-O and the Love Bug), the Cotton-eyed Joe, the Achy-Breaky, and a couple of two-steps. It was fun :-) Tim and I have decided to go next semester (they usually have it on homecoming night)... and he promised me that if he finds another dance partner (which I'm sure he will... he's fixing to start chasing one pretty soon), he'll warn me in plenty of time to find a new man :-)
Random religious thought for the day: A light house is not a good analogy of Jesus. Yes, He did say He is the Light of the word... and yes, He quides us through the storms of life... however... The main purpose of a light house is to warn people away. Light houses tell you not to sail too close to them, or you will die. Jesus said just the opposite... He urged people to come to Him. Lighthouses warn of danger, they serve as "do-not's" for sailors. Jesus was not a Man of "do-not's"... He focused more on the "do's". Read the Sermon on the Mount... For every "Do-not", there are five or ten "do's". Trying not to do wrong is important in Christianity, but doing right should be more important.
So please please please please don't use an analogy of Jesus as a light house in any sunday school lessons... it's not a very well thought out analogy.
Oh yeah... and blah to everyone that's being a butthead today. I don't like buttheads today.
posted by Deedee 6:30 PM
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Wednesday, April 17, 2002
ok ok ok.... the point I was trying to make with the Beetle/Mustang question was lost on everyone but myself. Typical. Here's my logic: If you say that sexy is how a computer looks, and you think that say, an IMac is a good example of a sexy computer... Then, logically, Chad's Mustang is a sexier car, because you are just looking at the packaging... if the outside of the thing is attractive, well, dadgum it, it's sexy. But... if you argue that a computer's sexyness is based on how big and how fast it is and how fast it runs, then, logically, my Beetle is sexier.
The point I was trying to make was that Chad had a double standard... his computer was better than mine because it ran, and mine is broke, and yet my beetle was still inferior to his Mustang, which needs new brakes and to have the engine rebuilt.
But that's ok... I realize that people will never want me for my car :-) Even if it is orange. And rainbow-speckled. And even if I have a racing engine for it. And even if I'm man enough to fix it myself. :-) Whereas, whenever Chad gets his Mustang fixed, I'm going to have to follow him everywhere and beat the girls off with a stick :-)
On a more vengeful note... I got to do teacher reviews on my discrete teacher today :-) Oh yeah. I tore him up. It was great. Vengence is mine...
And it's hot. It's hot outside, but it's hotter in my dorm (try between 85 and 90 degrees)... It's too hot to sleep... too hot to move.... too hot to think.... I came back from working out this afternoon and took a blissfully cold shower, and then decided that it was too hot for clothes... I ended up putting on a sundress anyway, just to be decent. It's much cooler outside than it is in my room. Maybe I'll sleep on the porch tonight :-) I dunno. Maybe not.
posted by Deedee 6:19 PM
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Tuesday, April 16, 2002
Kudos to Willam (one of Elisa's fellow Electrical Engineers) who found my blog without even being told I had one.... that takes talent. Or boredom. Either way, I htought it was pretty cool :-) And, if he ever has a bit of free time between Senior Design and all his other homework, I will even help him set his own blog up :-) I'm such a nice person.
I htink my computer has offically kicked the bucket. It still connects to the network, but.... my screen hs shrunk to something about 5' by 7', and is only showing 16 colors.... my touchpad and all external devices (aka printer, cd burner) with the exception of my network card are not recognized..... and it fails to find the operating system about 3 out of every 5 times it's rebooted. So I am reduced to bumming computer time off of my friends... or hangin out in the labs. blah. So I guess I'm sending it back sooner than I had thought.... ho hum.
Oh yeah... I'm taking an unoffical poll. Which is sexier? A '67 VW beetle that runs.... or a '67 Mustang that doesn't? (Chad, you can't answer this one) :-)
Now that I have offically secured my position as meanest girlfriend of the year (I lost last year by three points) *evil grin*.... I guess I'll go take a shower.
posted by Deedee 12:58 PM
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Monday, April 15, 2002
oh yeah.... one more:
People in cars who are stopped in front of a crosswalk should look before accellerating forwards. If they fail to look, and someone yells at them because they are being run over, the correct response is not "Oh my god" and keep accelerating. You should stop. And if, since you are still accelerating into their legs, and have, in fact, actually hit them by this point, and they yell at you and give you the finger, the correct response is not to yell "Bitch" out the window. You should apologize. They are probably already having a really bad day, and getting hit by a car going 5 miles an hour definately didn't make it better.
I called my doctor this morning... she asked if I was having yeast problems. Which I'm not. But I'm happy that she cares. Or something like that. The second part of the conversation is the part that sucked... my tests came back inconclusive. She said it was nothing to worry about, it could be due to careless handling at he lab... or the fact the she poked me and I bled like crazy... or maybe I had too much of some odd food in my system... or something else supid. But the point is, I have to go back and do everything over on the 29th. grrr. I hate doctors. I stressed out for two weeks over my last visit. But now I have to go back. Being a girl sucks. It's not fair.
And I hear daddy's voice echoing in the back of my mind... "Who ever said life was fair? Life doesn't have to be fair, punky." Yeah. Thanks, Dad.
On a less stressing yet more annoying note, my teacher just wanted to yell at me for reading in class. Which pissed me off , because I've readin his class for three semesters, and he never said anything about it before. And because Davis surfs the web and chats and stuff on his laptop in class, which I find to be much more distracting than someone reading, yet he isn't in any trouble.
And I installed something that said it was Nero 5.5 on my computer... and it turned out to be some porn thing. That I can't seem to get rid off. I've deleted every file associated with it, but it's one of those hidden things... like gator or ezula... you can never *really* get rid of it. So now, I'll be typing along, and porn will pop up on my screen. Which is very disturbing. But not only are these pop-up's porn.... they are in german!! At least I'm reformatting soon anyway.... as soon as I can get software to go with my burner.
One more senseless rant, and then I'm done. Teachers who insist on using greek leters mixed with our alphabet for variables should learn to make omega look different than 'w'. Theta and 'o' should be different, as should alpha and 'a'. And tau and 't'. If they look the same, people get confused. I know chalk is a diffcult medium... but please, pay attention to what you're writing. I mean, really.
posted by Deedee 3:50 PM
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I think I would be a half gallon of milk. Whole milk, to be specific.
Sorority girls don't like me, because I have too much fat. I am very much not watered down. I can be, and in fact, have been for the last week, very intense. Most people find I'm not "light" enough to drink straight, I'm usually only used to water down or complement something else. I can be used to take the bitterness out of something, or to cool it down, or to add flavor or texture to something that is otherwise boring.
I am good either hot or cold, but if I'm apathetic about something, forget it. I am an important ingrediant in many things... some things would be impossible to do without me. But when I'm not needed, I'm left in the cold and dark, and usually forgotten about until long past my experation date. Whenever I'm really needed, I'm either used up, or there's not enough of me. And I'm easily replaced.
My take on life....
Oh yeah.... and for people who complain that I've been writing essays every day... If you don;t like it, don't read it. There. Now, everyone can be happy. :-)
posted by Deedee 8:32 PM
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Saturday, April 13, 2002
My outing last night helped my mood a lot.... Neil and Josh and I sat around and talked, and ended up watching The One... I think I may have dozed on and off for that one, since it didn't seem to make too much sense... I think I caught the basis of the plot, but I'm not sure. The fighting scenes were pretty good, though. Good action movies usually make me feel better... And the Bacardi Silver didn't hurt either :-)
So today I woke up in a fairly good mood... I got to tlak to Chad last night, and I slept well, and all was good. Except one thing nagging at the back of my brain.... I got an e-mail from one of my proffesors last night. All it said was "I want you to see me ASAP." I didn't check my mail until after 11pm, so he wasn't in his office... So I sent him a reply asking if Monday after class would be an ok time to meet. He hasn't replied yet.... Which leaves me to rack my brain trying to figure out why he wants to see me. I read a book during class on friday, but the guy next to me always reads in class, and I've brought books to his class before and he hasn't said anything. I would think he would mention that while I was in class anyway. I've eaten in class the last couple of meetings... just skittles and stuff like that... but he would have talked to me in class about that too... The only thing I can think of that he would want to have me come to his office for is if he thought I was cheating. Which I'm not. I am in a prett good position to cheat, as I sit next to the smartest guy in class, but how obvious would that be? This is not a class that people cheat in... it's an easy class, there's no point in cheating. So why would I cheat? And, if I was cheating, I wouldn't have such a sucky quiz average. Grr. I don't like talking to teachers. They scare me. Grrr.
Then, this afternoon, Elisa tells me that my doctor called me yesterday and left a message... Myra wants me to call her ASAP. She says it nothing to worry about, I just need to call her.... but of course, I'm worried. All the awful possiblities are running through my head.... what if my tests came back and I have some odd form of female cancer? What if they dropped my samples, and I have to do the whole thing over? What if... the list goes on and on and on... So I have to call on Monday, and hopefully, they'll have to ask me somehting dumb like what my social security number is, or if I'm allergic to latex or somehting. And all will be good. But until then, it's gonna bug me.
Which brings me to my point.... Why do people call/e-mail on friday and leave very vauge, worrying messages for people when you know they won't be able to do anything about it until Monday? That's just mean. I mean, really, what am I supposed to do? Walk around like nothings wrong, and not wonder or worry about what the hell is going on?
So I was in a really bad mood last night. And it's rubbing off on today too, but not as bad. Reasons for this mood? To tell you the truth, I have no clue. It might have to do with the fact that my laptop is going to hel in a handbasket. It might be hormonal. I'm a little frustrated that I've only gotten to talk to Chad for like, 15 minutes over the past two days, but that's not what's making me really pissy. I dunno.
I can tell I'm in a bad mood, because I have stopped caring about homework. And because I actually went to the library last night and checked out three fiction books -- Crewel Lye, The Lion the witch and the wardrobe, and A Wrinkle in time. All the type of books I read when I'm being pissy. But, it's not as bad as it could be... I didn't check out any Eugene Field, so I'm not apt to fall into a bought of depression or anything. The library... that brings me to another rant.
If a chick is walking around dressed all in black, her hair is a mess, she has no makeup on, and she is stomping around the library like she's after someone... Don't try to pick her up!! She's obviously in a bad mood, and you will only make it worse. If, in a moment of stupidity, you do hit on this chick... don't say something dumb like "I must have died and gone to heaven, 'cause you look like and angel to me." That just makes you look like more of a loser. During the 30 minutes I was in the library last night, 5 guys tried to pick me up. That's one every 6 minutes. And I looked like crap!! It was one of those nights where I was just like, you have got to be kidding.
Today was mostly blah, prob'ly due to last nights pissy mood.... Brian and I watched one of his mom's co-workers win $10,000 on America's Funiest Home Videos... That was cool. Then he and I went out for ice cream (Baskin Robbins, no less). I was a little late getting back, but it was ok, because Chad wasn't back yet, either. Now he's gone to take a shower... and whenever he gets done and gets around to calling me, we'll finally be able to talk :-) And then Neil and Josh have invited me over, so I'll prob'ly head over there for most of the night, and walk back home eventually (I don't think that anyone will be in a condition to drive me home). It should be interesting... maybe I'll get to relax a little, blow off some steam. It'll be fun.
But now I have to go, because I think Chad'll be back soon.
posted by Deedee 9:18 PM
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Thursday, April 11, 2002
Yippee :-) Somehow, Amanda Layfield and I managed to pull of the highlighting thing.... And we did a dadgum good job of it, too :-) So now I have really awesome red highlights in my hair. Sometime tongiht I hope to take some pictures of it....
It was really nice to escape to Amanda's room for a few hours and talk about fun things.... like computers and hair and gay guys and girl stuff.... and not have the conversation turn to porn or personal sex stories or my chest measurement, or other odd topics that seem to come up when I'm out with a group of guys. I'd forgotten how much I missed having a little bit of girl time.
And the doctor's visit was blah, but not that bad. It could have been worse. Myra says that the only thing she can find wrong with me (pending getting my test results back) is that I'm really tense. *duh* And she saved me $25 by not running STD tests... that was awfully nice of her. She renewed my perscription for another year... so, barring sickness, I shouldn't have to go back until next April. *happy happy joy joy*
I think that my little blonde friend may have actually found himself a girlfriend.... but he's not admitting to anything yet. The only thing about it is.... I know her. Somehow it would be so much better if I didn't. But I know that, for the most part, this chick is a "good girl"... She's in my Calculus class now, and we had cal I and Intro to Engineering together last semester, plus she knows Elisa from back home. And the whole thing is worrying me... This girl is not a very forceful person. As in, she would rather go along with something she thinks is a bad idea, rather than risk hurting someone's feelings. Plus, she's really niaeve. Add that to a guy, though not the type to start something, admits he's just out to experiment... and considers himself a porn expert... and tells me everything... That brings me to the real problem. Greg's going to tell me what, if anything, happens in this relationship. Which is bad enough if the girl is some nameless person who lives in Memphis... but really sucks if I know the girl envolved. And I know that one of them will end up getting hurt. Either the girl will get tired of him, and break it off, and he'll be all dejected, and come over here and cry and stuff.... or they'll make out for a while, and the guy will discover that yes, he really is gay, and she'll feel like she "turned" him gay.... grrr.
I wish people would let me control their lives .... I wouldn't screw it up, like they do *grin*
On a happier note, I get to go square dancing next weekend... with the Baptist student union (and y'all didn't think that baptists danced). I think I've been recruited as Tim's partner... which will be fun. I haven't been to a barn dance since homecoming :-) And, the same weekend, Scorpion King comes out, so Brian and I will prob'ly go see that next weekend, too.
Oh well.... I guess I better go try and back up my hard drive.... it's making funny noises, and my touchpad is starting to fail.... time to send the laptop back before the warrenty runs out :-)
posted by Deedee 4:52 PM
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Monday, April 08, 2002
Two posts in one day.... wow.
I found a comic strip that I really relate to.... in an odd and twisted kind of way. Sinfest. It's funny.... very sacreligious... but funny. So here's a rundown of characters:
Monique, aka It-Girl.... Me, of course. She's a little wild, but she is constantly getting fed up with pig headed guys... Especially one.
Slick, aka The Pimp: The original male pig. He's alwas putting down women and watching porn, and he thinks he's the hottest guy to ever come down the line. I don't think I'll name any names here (though a few come to mind).
Seymor, aka freaky angel boy: typical of all the hypocrites that seem to seek me out... so typical it's scary.
God: an interesting veiw of God if he were human.... which makes me glad he's not :-)
I could go on... but I'll let you read it. It's funny. But be prepared.... some of the religious jokes might ruffle a few feathers. But, on the other hand, if you can't laugh about your religion, what can you laugh about?
ok... I guess I'm better now. *sigh* After sulking all night Friday night, spending Saturday at a baseball game, and totally wasting yesterday on interesting things like church and walmart and pizza and anything that wasn't homework.... I have come to the conclusion that the only way to escape self-absorbed zealots is to live on a desert island. Just me and Chad. And an untraceable phone line. We could fly our friends in to visit every once in a while, if they promised never to say anything about religion... or somehting like that. And we would need some sort of internet connection... can't live without internet.
The nice thing about being online is that if you don't like what someone has to say, you can stop reading. And no one gets offended. And everyone is happy. *sigh* Oh well... I know it doesn't work like that in the real world... but it would be nice.
blah. Today is gross. It's raining.... but not hard enough to be fun, not a storm or anything (yet)... just a dreary sprinkly kind of rain. It's not cold... but it's not warm... the weather seems rather indecisive. And I feel gross. Not sick, but just.... blah. I think it has to do with the weather. And maybe the fact that I was woken up at 8am this morning by a telemarketer... and couldn't make it back to sleep... and two of my three classes were cancelled, so I've been sitting around all day. blah.
On a more interesting note, Amanda and I are highlighting our hair on Wednesday.... she's putting some blondish highlights in, because her hair is really light.... and I'm doing red *evil grin* maybe I'll post some pictures when I get done... it should be interesting, at least. And fun.
But tomorrow will be not fun. Because I have to go to the doctor. And I hate doctors. Even if Myra really is only a nurse practitioner. They always make me feel gross. But if I don't go, she won't refill my perscription... blah. Doctors are evil. But, every cloud has it silver lining, I only have one class and a lab tomorrow, since karate was cancelled, and my appointment will run into time for CS class... yeah for no classes :-)
I suppose I'll stop rambling and let you get back to whatever important things you are supposed to be doing...
I just got off the phone with Elisa’s dad…. Grrr. Chad kept telling me to hang up, but I couldn’t, for several reasons, one of which was that Mr. Floyd was upsetting me, and I thought maybe if I stayed on the phone long enough, we would redeem himself… but he didn’t. Ok… here’s what happened. E called and asked for Elisa. She wasn’t here, and he said that that was okay, he really wanted to talk to me anyway. He asked if I was busy, and I said I was in the middle of something, but before I finished saying that, he was already talking again. So he asks me if I know what’s up between Ian and Elisa, (i.e. is he ever going to buy her a ring?). I said no, it was really none of my business, and I was under the impression that the whole subject was taboo at the moment. Then he tells me that I need to go tell Ian to “step up to bat.” (This from the same man who reamed Esa for putting ideas of marriage into Ian’s head). Then he starts in on Elisa’s summer plans.
Background info: Elisa just found out she has to stay for summer school, and was pretty upset about it because she has no money, and no place to stay over the summer. She was complaining to her study partners, and William offered to let he live at her house for free, as long as she cleaned for him. Elisa thought it was a nice gesture, and William is a really nice person, so she brought it up when she talked to her dad yesterday. Apparently he went ape, and said a bunch of stuff to her about how it was wrong to live in the same house with another guy, yada yada yada…. And her mother called her last night, and said the same thing….
So her dad starts in on me… telling me how probably only 1 in 100 guys in the engineering department are virgins (right). And how, once a guy has had sex, if he sees a pretty girl and is tempted, he can’t help but do it again. And how guys will do anything for sex… especially if they are drunk. He told me that if Elisa lived with William, William would get drunk and sleep with her “whether she was willing or not.” And that Elisa couldn’t live with that sin on her conscience forever. Excuse me? When did being raped become a sin? Last I checked, it wasn’t. As a matter of fact, the Old Testament says that if a man and a woman are found together, and they are far enough away that no one could have heard her scream, the woman is given the benefit of the doubt and let go, and only the man is punished.
And when did guys become sex crazed machines? Given, I know a few that have absolutely no willpower, but for the most part, the guys I know are decent enough to make sure the girl is on the same frequency they are. I know that there are some real assholes out there that don’t care… I could name one or two. But dadgum it, guys are not mindless animals!
Then Elisa’s dad says that if anything ever happened to Elisa, she would never be able to have a fulfilling marriage relationship. So now, not only do you go to hell if you have been raped, but you can’t hold a meaningful relationship? What the fuck? If someone truly loves you, they’ll understand… it may hurt… but they’ll help you through it. That’s what love is… Love isn’t about finding someone perfect… or making someone perfect… or overlooking their faults. It’s about loving them with their faults… and working through things together.
Obviously, Mr. Floyd is clueless. He wants me to tactfully drop hints to Elisa that sex is bad (which she rants about constantly), and hit Ian over the head with a sledgehammer (which Elisa has told me not to ever do)… all while condemning me and my future marriage to the darkest pit of hell.
I find it extremely difficult to do favors for people who tell me I’m going to hell.
posted by Deedee 8:26 PM
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Thursday, April 04, 2002
I'm recovering from two days of intense partying... and thinking about how much I hate advisors.
Brian and I finished the annual two-day celebration of our birthdays yesterday.... Tuesday we had gone out to Oby;s for dinner, and I had to relate to Brian all the odd memories I have associated with that place :-) Then we came back to my room, exchanged presents and ate cake, but didnt have room for ice cream... So Wednesday after we worked out and ate lunch, we came back here for ice cream and stuff. :-)
I got to wear my birthday crown (a walmart dress-up crown) all day yesterday... except during Physics, when my teacher made me take it off :-(
Then last night Neil and Amanda threw me a party... they bought cupcakes and everything. Chris and Amanda gave me some beautiful sterling roses and a spiffy picture frame, and Neil got me some pretty red flowers (I dont know what they're called). And everyone gave me cool birthday cards. And I had a lot of fun :-)
But back to hating advisors.... Dr. Hardin is trying to tell me I can't take 18 hours next semester.... Now, I admit, 18 hours in the spring is a little much, even for me. But this is fall. I will be eager to take courses :-) And he thinks Computer Science III will be to hard for me... Hello, Mr. Advisor Person.... look at my grades. Isn't programming my best subject? Grr. Oh yeah, he wants to make me stay over next summer, too. Which will be difficult, at best. Where the crap am I going to find a job here? I already have a job at home! Grrr. Oh well.... it's not like I'm not going to do what I want to anyway :-)
My weeend should be pretty uneventful.... This afternoon I'm doing laundry... Friday I'm getting my hair cut (actually getting it professionally done, aren't you impressed?). Friday or Saturday Brian and I are going to a baseball game... oh yeah, I have a test tomorrow. Neil's mom might come down to visit, so I'll probly go out with them sometime. Other than that, nothing's happening. So maybe I'll get to sleep :-) Maybe.
*This was supposed to be posted at about 2:45pm today, but my network was down... again.*
Ok…. I finally have time to write :-) The last two weeks have been crazy…. Anyway, here’s a summary of everything that’s happened:
I did nothing but homework for an entire week before Chad came home. I busted my butt to get all my Physics homework, Tech writing presentation, yada yada, finished so I wouldn’t have to drag Chad to a million study sessions. And it almost worked…. I only had a little bit to do in Physics and one Tech writing meeting after he got here. What can I say…. I’m just good :-)
Chad flew into Memphis Friday/Saturday, and his dad drove him down here on Monday… they had just gotten into town when I got back from class. So we went to Abner’s for lunch, and then I dragged Chad to my meeting…. When he got sick of listening to Aimee yap about our stupid project, he went over to check into his room… then he went and met Angela at the band hall. We finally finished our meeting at about 6:15… Chad and I grabbed food and dropped in on Sam’s roleplaying group. Their current campaign is pretty cool…. Chad’s old character has become something between a legend and a god, so listening to that was pretty neat. We went home early, since I had to give a presentation the next morning at 8am.
Tuesday I went to class all day…. I guess Chad just kinda hung out while I was in class, he met me after Karate, and he and Josh Atchley and I went to Josh’s house and visited for awhile. Then Josh brought us back, and we met Brian after band… and ran to Walmart, and to dinner… Then I got Chad to come to Insight for the first time ever…. And of course, I brought him the one week that Hugh decides we need to do all this odd traditional crap with candles and communion, and watch a horribly poorly made Jesus film. *grrr* Oh well….
Wednesday, I took the world’s worst physics test, and then Brian and I dragged Chad to the gym and worked out… Then we ate in the union, and Chad’s bizarre cult of aerospace people followed him around for a while. When we got away from them, Chad played video games with Brian while I took online tests *grin*….. Then Chad and I stole Brian’s car and went out to dinner.
Thursday I went to class, and then Chad and I rode with Michael back to Southaven. Chad almost died on the way up there…. He almost drowned in his own Dr. Pepper… it was funny. When we got to Chad’s house, we made sammichs for supper, and played a game of Monopoly *note: I am the Monopoly Queen*
Friday we slept late…. Late for me, I guess… I didn’t get Chad out of bed until 11am, but I was up at 9:15. Chad and I took Caleb and Chelsea to the mall and Best Buy, and Chad bought my birthday presents :-) Then, after dropping Caleb and Chelsea at home, we went and met Kris, Manda, and Byron, and all of us (plus Avery) went out to J. Alexander’s for an *excellent* steak dinner. It was really nice to get to sit down and talk to everyone…. I thought it was extremely funny that Chad wouldn’t tell a story that involved cussing, but he had no problem telling me to tell it :-) anyway…. We stayed until time to pick up Chad’s dad…
Saturday I ran the gautlet…. I met all of Chad’s family on his Dad’s side. Whew! There were a million people at Aunt Johnna’s house, and they all run on the same frequency…. It was wild. I had a lot of fun though, and no one seemed to hate me, at least that’s good. We were supposed to go to some Karaoke bar Friday night, but Chad’s parents disappeared, and then we found out they wouldn’t have let me in anyway (under 21)… so we ended up eating Taco bell and watching The Secret of NIMH (one of my presents from Chad)… and we had a good time.
Sunday Chad and I went to church…. And then we came home, and Michael was like, 6 hours late to pick me up, so I got to spend lots of extra time curled up next to Chad watching TV :-) I finally made it back to State around 9:45pm…. And called my parents only to find out that my granny is in the hospital…. Not sure what’s happening with that yet, they think she may have had a small stroke or something. She seems pretty stable now…
If I don’t get called home in a hurry, Brian and I are celebrating our birthdays Tuesday and Wednesday :-) His cake is actually in the oven now :-) I have to go to Walmart tonight and pick up ice cream and candles and wrapping paper…. Those sound like the ingredients for a spiffy party *grin* Anyway……. The cake is probly done, so I had better go get it.
posted by Deedee 8:41 PM
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This is my brain..... in part, at least.
