Oh geez, Bonaduce!

Yeah, I'm a little annoyed. I spilled milk on my trousers this morning! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. I REALLY want to type that "spilt milk" line, but some things are just too obvious.

Seven Eight Nine.

When I was a kid, I somehow came to the conclusion that numbers had personalities. I would even see them as male or female (even though 8 is the only female, and I think that's b/c of her shape. Oh, come on. It makes sense.) So, today I thought I would take time and share with you the way little Amy would see numbers.

1: The talented number
2: The shy number
3: The cool number
4: The nerdy, but kind number
5: Ooh!! The meanest of the numbers. I hated 5.
6: The nicest of the numbers
7: The leader of the numbers-- very smart.
8: The motherly number.
9: Oh, he's a big teddy bear.

I know what you're thinking. "Amy was a stupid kid." And all I have to say is: "I know you are, but what am I?"

"It's not true. Some people have great stories, pretty stories that take place at lakes with boats and friends and noodle salad. Just no one in this car. But, a lot of people, that's their story. Good times, noodle salad. What makes it so hard is not that you had it bad, but that you're that pissed that so many others had it good. "

All right, meow.

There is a guy at my work who just got off the phone (big hick) and I SWEAR he just said "All right, meow" at the end of his conversation.

Daddy, these rubber pants are hot.

Man, I've said it once, and I'll say it again: I hate when stuff you don't want to happen happens. I got back from my lunch break around 12:45, and as I was getting out of my car, my purse strap caught onto the glass of water I had sitting in the cupholder, and the water spilled all over my seat. I hadn't completely stood up yet, so I got water all over my be-hind. Oh man. That is frustration. I wouldn't have cared so much if I were at home, but since I was about to go in to my place of employment, it was a bit frustrating. So I wrapped my sweatshirt around my waist. My pants are still wet, but should be dry before too long. Just wanted to share that with you.

Side story: I just go an email from my sister and she said that she was looking for purses at Bealls the other day and she really liked this one because her phone fit perfectly into this little side holder. She got home and realized she didn't have her cell phone with her-- and later concluded she had left it in one of the purses at the store. She ended up calling Bealls and one of the employees there looked through the purses and found her phone. Ha. Well, the point of this story is this: It's time like these that I realize most how alike my sister and I are. I have never done this exact thing, but I have left my wallet lying on top of a big pile of folded shirts at a department store... and in a dressing room... and in a bathroom(s)... and on top of my car (as I proceeded to drive through a car wash.)

Big Fish rocks.

Ahhh, what an awful dream! Ones and zeroes everywhere... and I thought I saw a two!

Ok, so I had this recurring dream last night. I can't really remember how long I've been having this dream, but I'd guess it has been a couple of years. So here's the dream: I'm high school age, but I haven't been going to school at all. And I realize this in my dream and I start FREAKING OUT! I'm like "Man, I'm going to get in so much trouble." And I keep trying to force myself to go back to class but I am too afraid of hearing my teachers berate me for never showing up for class.

I know that seems like a stupid dream and not worth noting, but it's actually quite scary. It's like the dreams I had before my wedding about me being somewhere else and realizing my wedding was supposed to start an hour ago. Anyhow, that school dream is not the only recurring dream I have. I just wanted to share it. I think recurring dreams are so interesting that next time I have one, I'll tell you about it. It will be great. You just wait. I know right now it seems you can't wait, but trust me, it will be great.

It's beer o'clock, and I'm buyin'.

Hiya. Man, it feels like ages since my last blog, doesn't it? And for that, I am sorry. I really hope there are no bad feelings. Jeremy and I have been out of town a lot since he has been on break-- and I am leaving for Tyler again today. Oy! It will be cool though because I get to see Jeremy (who has been off to California since Tuesday,) I get to see Gus Jr. (do I really have to call him Andrew?), and I get to attend The Ben's wedding!

So about that "subject"... that's what my boss said when it was "quittin' time" yesterday. "All right let's go! It's beer thirty." I've heard tell of people using that phrase, but had never witnessed it in it's full glory. It was beautiful.

I have a feeling this won't be the last you'll hear of me today.