Okay, so today I once again was awakened at 6:00 to an annoying cell phone tune. But this time I didn't actually get up until around 7:00. I got around and took care of the birds, then decided to give my new column a whirl. I ended up getting a rough draft done this morning. I'm not too far off on my word count, and I think the column is kind of funny, so I might not have to change much stuff. But I usually give myself a day away from them before proofreading.
I worked 2 hours today. The funny thing is, I got paid to do a crap load of not much. I did order some copies of new sales cards, but that wasn't a whole lot of work. Then I took a break for lunch with Granny. Her lunch was very good, but I keep burping up the onions.
Looking over that last sentence, I see I truly have no shame.
Anyway, I went back to work (3 breath mints later) and did pretty much nothing again. I printed a few things offline for my boss and halfway organized some stuff that I wasn't sure what to do with. Then I had to wait for several minutes because in the meantime, my boss got tied up with a customer. While waiting on him, I decided to talk to the secretary, who is leaving tonight to go on vacation to Rachel's favorite state. I think her favorite anyway. South Carolina?
I got two hours and gas money for a trip to the courthouse out of the deal.
After work, I called Brandy, who I soon found out, was up at my guy's stomping grounds. She had to go with her grandpa to the VA hospital up at Danville. Not a lot of fun. But it sounds like he's doing okay, so that's a good thing. They got to see the junior college Kris went to and maybe his church--I can't remember for sure if his church is out that way or not. But both his parents and his sister work at the hospital too.
I came home and changed my clothes and went outside and can't say I've done anything productive since. I ended up reading a bunch of my book Standing in the Rainbow, which I hate to admit is about to make me emotional. What's happening to me? I guess I'm having an estrogen fit or something--I usually don't like chick-flicks or chick-lit. I wouldn't call most of Fannie's work chick-lit, but parts of this book are flirting with it.
Especially near the end of the book.
For some reason, it reminds me of the movie Blast from the Past if any of you have ever seen it. It is one of my dad's favorite movies. It's okay, but I've seen it too many times to be a fair judge of its quality.
I just can't get over that the actress who plays the mom on that movie (Sissy Spacek) is the same girl who 30 years ago played Carrie in the movie of the same name.
Ah, Carrie... Kris loaned it to me, in hopes that it would scare the crap out of me and I proved him wrong. I watched it around midnight and it never scared me at all. It made me sad, actually. And I'm proud to say that the movie scared him and he actually admits to that. And I'm not the hard-core horror movie nut that he is.
Speaking of 30-year-old scary movies, I rented The Omen earlier this week, and it actually did scare me in places. In fact, I was telling Brandy about it and I got a little freaked out just thinking about it. Totally not wanting to adopt kids ever now. And that's all I'll say about that.
Has anybody seen the new Omen movie? I would like to, but I imagine the only person who would see it with me is Kris, and he happens to be in England now. Actually, he might be in Spain. And he might misunderstand and think I said "Oman," which is a country he would very much like to visit.
"Well I never been to Spain
But I kinda like the music
They say the ladies are insane there
And they sure know how to use it
They don't abuse it
Never gonna lose it
I can't refuse it."
I like that song. I don't know if Kris decided to go to Spain or really where he was going to go for his independent travel thing. Well, I think I'm going to get going for now. I see that I have, once again, written a monstrously long post. I don't know how I can take up so much space and say so little.
But before I go, I just remembered that there is a lady at Rachel's church that needs a lot of prayer--she's very sick--so everybody that prays, please remember her. Anybody who doesn't pray, please at least think of her. Thanks.
Rach, I'm not sure on the movie tomorrow. It might be a little late by the time we get back from town. And I don't think I'd care for the movie Cars. However, I might be up for a different movie sometime when we both have time. And also, I seriously had a lot of fun walking the one time, so we should definitely do that again sometime. And Megan, if I ever see you with a goofy looking red cowboy hat over your head, I will know you are thinking Arby's and I might drop by your house ;)
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