Monday, September 15, 2008

So much to blog about.....







....so little time to do it in!!! So little time seems to be a running theme in my life lately! Whew! Where to even start? I'll just have to do this chronilogically.....
Thursday (September 11) was a very sad day in my life and not just for obvious reasons (see previous post). Thursday one of my most loyal friends died. My wonderful, most faithful car (a.k.a. "ol girl") died. It wasn't completely unexpected but, as most of you know, you are never really ready. I just didn't know that on that faithful morning when I left work and went to the Chiropractor in Millbrook, that I would never drive her again. {insert sigh and sniff here} So, now, not only do I have to worry about her final arrangements, I have to be on the hunt for a new car! And, the worst thing about that is....a new car payment! That is something I haven't had in over SIX years! Boo!
Friday (September 12) I was just in a all together rotton mood, made even worse by NO sleep, the before mentioned loss, and working in a office full of boys who love to pick when you are aggervated! So then what did I do?? I went to a used car lot. Let's just say that it started out with the car salesman (who is about my age and three times my weight) walking up to me (at this point I am by myself), sticks out his hand, and says "Hi, Sweetie" Now, don't get me wrong, I am by no means some hard core "women's lib" psycho but when you (a used car salesMAN) walks up to me (a seemingly young female who is by myself) and calls me "Sweetie", he is just saying to me "Ok, little lady. I am the big man who knows all about cars and I am in charge here and about to take you for way more than you're worth. Unfortunately for him, I was in no mood for it. This was my response (after giving him a look that I feel certain made him regret it before I even opened my mouth), "Hi. And, don't do that. Don't call me Sweetie. You don't know me, you're not some sweet old man, and you have no idea if I am sweet or not. Therefor, you are just trying to intimidate me and it is really just ticking me off more than intimidating me. Now, my name is Laurie, let's start this over." Needless to say he quickly got too busy to help me and handed me off to a salesman named "Rooster" and it was all down hill from there! Thanks Louise for your backup, sorry about that two hours we're not getting back!
Saturday (September 13) was the first Faulkner home football game and my debut as a sideline reporter! Whoo! It was our cross town rival, Huntington, a school not much larger than us and literally only eight miles away. Also, with a relatively new football team (I think this is thier 5th or 6th year). OK, well they won and it was heartbreaking, made more so by the fact that I am getting to know the players, coaches, and everyone else involved more and more and I know how much time, heart, and energy they are putting into it! My "reporting" is probably not going to get me a job anytime soon but it was fun. Sideline reporting probably just isn't THE BEST job for someone with such a bad case of ADD as I have (LOL made for some interesting moments!), there is a lot to take your mind of the voices in your headset when you are down on the field!
Sunday (September 14) I went to class and then to "late church" since I had not worked the night before. (I am just going to insert here, not dwell on the fact of how ridiculosly happy I have been having four days off and staying here in town but I will tell you that I had NUMEROUS people notice the difference in my personality and energy level.....I LOVE sleeping at night and not going to 911 Communications Pkwy!!!) During the service I had quite a little surprise when my boyfriend, Peyton, walked back durin the song pre-preaching to sit with me! Peyton is very tall (for his age), beautiful curly, blonde hair, blue eyes, and the sweetest personality in the world. He has a smile that absolutely makes everything in the world better. OK, OK, whatever, he's three. But I LOVE him! I told him that Ol Girl had died and that I was getting a new car and he said to make sure I got a blue one :^) His siter, Gracie, who is 8, gave me the thumbs up and said, "YES!" when I told her. Some people..... Anyways, after service, since I didn't have to run off to bed, I was able to go out for lunch! It was me, Louise, Dirt, Leigh, Nathan, and our visiting friend Barry (who received a Bible for leaving our congergation that morning! I mean, I knew we were having problems outgrowing our building but whille most congergations give Bibles to NEW members, we are now rewarding people for leaving???? ;^) all went out to O'Charleys. I decided to forgo the old diet and stick with my new nutritionist advise to eat serious red meat twice a week....I had prime rib :^) I LOVE that new Dr! Here, is where I made my biggest mistake, Dirt asked if Iw anted to go riding on his bike with a group that goes riding from University CoC. I said no, that I still did want to ride but that I was taking a nap that afternoon. Wrong choice. I am going to start a new paragraph for the coninuation for this because it is it's own story.....
After Dirt's long ride he came to my house to pick me up for p.m. service (another luxury that I don't get when I am working) and I rode his bike with him for the first time since he got it. I have kind of been avoiding it because of my notorious lack of need for speed. The one time I was taken for a ride on one I DID NOT love it and I don't like that general open air, fast feeling. Not a roller coaster girl. So I put my big girl panties on (not literally, obviously...), strapped the helmet on and hopped on. I LOVED IT!!!! I mean LOVE IT! So, here's the big announcement.....I am TOTALLY getting a motorcycle! I don't mean I'm dropping 40k on one nor am I now a biker chick who will be wearing chaps to work everyday but I am getting one and soon. I really, really LOVE it! And what a gas saver!!

3 comments:

Nikki said...

Sorry to hear about your car; but I am looking forward to seeing you on your new bike:)

Hicks Family said...

a motorcycle??????really????

Kristen said...

I am so sorry to hear about ol' girl. I am starting to feel that way about my old car. Seeing your's being towed away makes me want to treasure the time I have with mine. BTW, did you quit your job?