June 25, 2006

An Open Letter

To the guy driving the tan sedan with Missouri tags down Hwy 93 last night:
Thanks. You made my night with your car flirting. You cracked me up trying to pass me and then getting stuck having to pull back when that semi almost flattened you. It took guts to try again. And I might have followed you past my turn if I'd had my passport, but I hadn't planned on flirting my way into Canada last night and sadly, my passport was at home.
Anyway, thanks for the smile and the wave. It was a hilarious moment.

June 13, 2006

June 10, 2006

Thoughts From The Sickbed

It's Saturday morning and I am having my first real day off in over a week.
And I woke up this morning sounding like a frog. A coughing, congested frog.

I think it's the deadly combination of allergies and the cold that has been rampant in our little community for the past week. I would normally be much more upset that my cold coincided with my free time, but it's like 50 degrees and raining outside. I don't particularly want to be anywhere but curled up in my bed right now anyway, so I might as well be sick. Luckily, I just got my new Netflix's for the week and had the foresight to stop at the library yesterday. If only I had managed to make it to the grocery store, I could really hunker down and enjoy being miserable all weekend. However, I will have to drag myself out from under this down comforter in the near future unless I want to attempt to survive off 2 Mt. Dew's and half a head of broccoli. If only I had some cough drops, I might have tried it.

While I've been laying here waiting for the energy to come so that I might shower and dress and go into town, I've been re-reading a lot of things I've written in the past year or so. It's funny how my writing habits have changed. Back when I first started writing in here, the first semester of college, I wrote all the time about any AND everything under the sun. I'd update at least 5 times a week, if not more. But after I went on my little Jon-induced hiatus from blogging, when I came back, I didn't write nearly as often. I did better once I landed in Guatemala and was trying to keep up with everyone. Then things slowed down again. And now, I'm down to once a month. There are many plot holes now...things I wrote about once and never finished the story.

This past spring is a prime instance of what I am talking about. I never connected all the dots in here. It doesn't really matter because I don't really have anyone who reads this regularly anymore, but for continuity's sake, I wish I had done a better job finishing all my thoughts.
So here's my attempt to fill in holes:

1) The Foot. My foot is no better, but no worse than the last time I wrote about it. The shoe I wrote about was my turning point, though. I now own three pairs of shoes that have a rocker bottom glued to the sole of them. It took me a while to get used to walking with it on my shoes, but it was the first thing they tried that worked, so I took it and ran with it. Literally. As soon as it became evident that they made any kind of difference, I said "thank you very much" and then cancelled my remaining doctor's appointments and put the surgery off indefinitely.
It's not a cure and it doesn't take away all the pain. But it helps. At this point, that's all I'm asking for.

2) The job interview in NC. I went, the place was weird, I didn't like it. I didn't get the job, nor did I end up wanting it. End of story. (But it was a fun road trip!)

3)Working at Dad's Office. I spent less than 2 months working at the office, helping install and update their new computer system. The job was boring, mindless, and mildly frustrating. But I got to wear scrubs to work every day, and that's even better than getting to wear jeans! So, in recap: Boo for data entry. Yay for scrubs.

4) Moving to Montana. I think I already kind of filled in the gaps on this storyline here, but if you are still confused...umm. I moved to Montana to take a job working at a therapeutic boarding school for teenage girls. Teenage girls that can't help but be all about the drama. And who make fun of me for not having had a boyfriend. But I still like them anyway.

So, there you go.

I'm going to go lay back down on my bed and contemplate going into town for sustenance. And cough drops. And maybe some Afrin. And definitely another box of kleenex.