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- The things you learn from Mom.October 15 2008
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Tonight I’m in Room 204 in Michigan.
I’m getting sick, but that’s not the point of this post. Whenever I have a stuffy nose, my mind goes back to a memory I have that remains clear to me to this day.
I was probably in high school, and I felt similiar to how I do right now… my head was stuffy, my nose stopped up, and my throat scratchy.
“Mom,” I said, “My nose is stopped up.”
“Oh yeah?” she said, as most caring moms do.
“Yeah. I’ll stand up and it’s fine, then when I sit down my nose gets stopped up again. I’m so SICK OF IT.”
My mom looked thoughtful for a second and I thought for sure she was going to offer up some good motherly advice (like hang upside down and put a vinegar soaked paper bag over your nose, you know the good stuff).
She then turned to me and said “So you’re saying that your nose is connected to your butt?”
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Now I must go blow my nose because my butt has got it all stopped up again.
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I think everyone agreed with me that Mr. C should’ve told me, and most agreed that since I would have definitely seen it, he wasn’t being devious and trying to hide it. Of course Mr. C and I talked about it, he understood, and all is w
- It’s not the money, it’s the secrecy.October 9 2008
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Tonight I’m in room 328 in Farmington Hills, Michigan.
But I really wish I was home to give Mr. C the cold shoulder. Because doing it via phone line isn’t as effective.
I’ve mentioned before that I handle our finances. And I watch our accounts like a hawk. Just this past week, I found a $.17 charge that I had to dispute with my bank and they informed me that it could’ve been an attempt to use our account. (They charge a small amount first, and if it goes through, they charge a larger amount)
So, tonight I was balancing the checkbook and I noticed that Mr. C’s account had a withdraw on it for a small-yet-significant-to-me amount of money. I don’t demand that Mr. C tell me where all the money in his account goes, but I do watch his account b/c he usually doesn’t and sometimes overdraws. (Our individual accounts are for gas and lunch money) So I call him and I ask him if he had made an ATM withdraw for the amount. He says yes and I was honestly just going to drop it.
Then he says what NO WOMAN wants to hear:
“There’s something I have to tell you about that…”
So, in my typical over-dramatic self, thoughts ran through my head such as ‘he fathered a kid many years ago and now the mother is coming after child support’, ‘he
- Customer service? Not here.October 6 2008
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If there’s one thing that can piss me off beyond anything, it’s bad customer service. (and people who go IN the OUT door, and when people leave carts in the parking lot, and… well, maybe it’s more than one thing)
Maybe it’s because when I worked for Restaurant, the customer was always right. Even when they were stealing toilet paper out of the bathroom, or when they ate their whole meal then complained about it… it didn’t matter. They were always right. And really? That’s the way to making people happy. I don’t mean the ass-wipes who steal the toilet paper or get a free meal… but the people around them who hear these ass-wipes getting treated with respect. Because in the eavesdroppers mind, if the ass-wipes are getting treated with respect, they will too.
Today at lunch, I went to Menards. Menards is similiar to Lowes or Home Depot, but they have great prices and great deals. So I love to go their on my lunch break and see what I can find.
Menards also has tile for 68¢ a square foot. (Which is a GREAT price, and it’s not horribly ugly)
So, today I went to buy a piece of the 68¢ tile (so Mr. C could inspect it), along with paint supplies, cabinet knobs and cabinet hinges.
I found everything easily enough and went to the checkout lane. The woman (probably 40s or so) was obviously not enthused about being there, but whatever, I can understand not liking your job. So, I set my pile
- Jennifer Trivia. Part 1.September 25 2008
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Let’s play Jennifer Trivia! Yay!
1.) Which of the following statements is true:
- I was so excited to wear a bra that I begged my mom to buy me a training bra.
- My mom had to threaten me in order to get me to wear a bra, and I would run home after school, take it off, and throw it behind the bathroom door hoping it would get ‘lost’.
- I used to wear two bras in order to make myself look bigger. In the 3rd grade.
2.) What did I ask for for my 13th birthday?
- A pig
- A cow
- A horse
- A turtle
- A cat
3.) My first boyfriend was…
- A great guy who grew up to become an architect.
- A small-town guy who farms.
- A kid who at the time (6th grade) had already failed two grades.
4.) What is the one thing I have not done:
- Gotten my tongue pierced.
- Been to France.
- Drank whiskey.
- Saw Pet Cemetery and Weeds.
- Gotten a lap dance in Vegas.
- Worked with someone who was in the WNBA
- Worked with someone who played in the NFL
- Went to Florida for Christmas
So put your answers in the comments and I’ll post the correct answers tomorrow. This is will be funny for people who know me AND don’t know me, so feel free to guess away!
Best Previous Post Comment Quote:
“LOL I’ll bet he was just thinking
- Scene From a Relationship- Learner StyleSeptember 23 2008
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slynnro style.
Scene: Mr. C has just stepped out of the shower. He’s butt-ass naked. (Isn’t butt-ass a weird phrase? You’re essentially saying the same thing twice. Hmm. Weird)
Mr. C reaches for a hand towel to dry off with.
Me: You can use the green bath towels babe.
He: (looking suspicious) But those are the decorative towels.
Me: Yes, but you can use them when there are no other towels available.
Sometimes there are no prouder moments when you realize that your pet boyfriend has finally picked up a new trick.
(And in case you’re wondering, he still used the hand towel to dry off with. I think he thought I was trying to bait him.)
Best Comment Quote from Last Post
“She does have great boobs! I also have fabulous boobs…”
from Melina.
because nothing’s more impressive than a girl who KNOWS she’s got great boobs.
