Plant It!

Hey all! I can actually post on time! Laura B. chose this week’s SSS word, and she picked, “plant”. Great timing, actually! My mom sent me a bouquet of flowers for my birthday, so I took some photos of them today:

In order to grow beautiful flowers, we must plant some seeds in soil and nurture them until they start to grow. Eventually they become what you see here! These flowers just ask for the real Spring to arrive. C’mon, warmer weather!

“[Her] Truth is Marching On….”

Hello and welcome to another thrilling edition of “Friday5”! Woo hoo, yeah! Quite appropriately, this one is themed around the word “march” because it’s March, see? Have fun!

1.When did you last have occasion to march anywhere?
Well the last time I felt like I was actually “marching” was last week when I reported the crazy, note-posting lady to the leasing office. I had a mission. Oh and we’re singing, “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” in choir, and that’s a great song for marching.

2.What kind of hula-hooper are you?
Ugh, not a very good one. I’m out of practice. Even on the Wii Fit Plus thing, my Mii just shrugs in helpless defeat.

3.What kind of madness is most likely to infect you this weekend?
Birthday madness!! Crazy, crazy! Actually, probably not too crazy. My mom, though, is treating me to lunch at Applebee’s either Saturday or Sunday. Also, I have a free cup of coffee, compliments of Starbucks coming up, and two $25 giftcards; one for Amazon, one for Starbucks from two of my brothers!

4. Under what circumstances this past week might you have had reason to shout, “SCORE!”
Receiving gift cards always make me think that word! I’ve been downloading lots of songs through Amazon, so that particular gift card will be used to the full extent.

5.When did you last inadvertently dribble, drool, or otherwise let liquid escape your mouth while trying to keep it in?
It was probably while trying to eat candy and talk at the same time. I’m special.

“Sometimes They Come Back”

Hey! So if you read my previous post, you already know that my mom’s cat went wandering yesterday. All day and all night. Search parties were sent out, treat bags were rattled to try to entice the little shi…er cherub out of hiding, but nothing worked.

My mom called me this morning before I headed to work and said that Joshua had returned. She was getting her morning coffee and the paper when she heard a few familiar “meows” outside the patio door. When she opened up the door, Joshua walked right past her and demanded his treat. How rude. My mom told me, “He didn’t even apologize.”

He must’ve found some shelter somewhere, because as much as it rained last night, he was only a little wet. Anyway, my mom and I are both relieved that he came back in one piece. He’s the same, crazy cat.

Here’s a photo of Joshua from awhile back. How does one stay mad while looking at that face? It’s not easy. He’s such a con artist.

“And the [cat] ran away with the spoon.”

My mom called me earlier this evening and said, “Joshua is gone.” I didn’t like the sound of that, since that can have a few meanings. “What do you mean he’s gone?”

Well the little punk cat ran away from home. My mom had the patio door open for just a second when Joshua slipped through and took off into the nearby bushes and then disappeared. My mom and her neighbors looked for him in the early hours and then they had to give it a rest. Once my mom told me he had slipped out, I went over there to see if I could get him to come to his senses. Nope. I’m not as magnetic to cats as I thought. I’m hoping someone is giving him some shelter from the rain tonight, or that he has enough sense to sleep under a swing or bench and keep warm.

I’m going to give the local animal shelter a photo of Joshua and some contact info tomorrow. Hopefully he’ll be back home before I have to do that, though. Dumb cat. They don’t know how lucky they have it sometimes.

“Nothing left to do but run, run, run. Let’s run.”

Hey everyone! KenV from “By God’s Good Grace” chose the word, “run” for Saturday Scavenger Shots. I’m late, but here is my photo:

Resting from Running

Okay, so none of the people in this photo are running, but they were a few of my coworkers when I worked at McDonald’s. At one point or another while working there, we were each assigned to “run”, which was the task of running orders back and forth from the grill to the drive-thru window. I didn’t mind that job; it was better than working the cash register in drive-thru. Customers could be so rude back there. Anyway, it was easy for me to maintain a healthy weight back then because I was constantly on the run. I burned off anything I would eat on my lunch break!

Laura B. is the next chosen one for the Saturday Scavenger Shots word! Take it and run with it, Laura!

Her Asshat is on Too Tight

This past weekend was not as happy as I would’ve liked it to be, because there’s an ass hat who lives in my apartment building.

My mom and I were supposed to do a bit of shopping on Saturday, so I was heading out to pick her up. There was a note on my driver’s side window. Those can never be good, it’s not like I’ve ever found a love note or movie tickets that way. I took the note off but waited until I got in my car to open it up.

Apparently I was parked too close to the car next to me and she accused me of creating dents in her car. She said she reported a “hit and run” to the police and was also going to report it to my insurance company. This note was all typed up but not signed.

I had been parked by the same car all night. There weren’t any dents on her door or on mine, but I took photos of both cars just in case I was questioned. I simply do not plan on hitting cars when I get out of mine. Now that I have a new car, I’m extra cautious.

My brother read the note and figured it was just something that meant to scare me away from parking anywhere near that person’s car. He checked the inside of my driver’s side door for any dings, but didn’t find a scratch.

Well if I knew then what I know now, I wouldn’t have been so freaked out. Angry, but not freaked out. I alerted my insurance company of what happened, but they hadn’t heard anything. They also told me to check with the local police to find out what they do in such cases. They checked and hadn’t heard anything either. Then the lady on the phone told me that I should report the note to my apartment’s leasing office so that they can be aware of the issue.

I made a copy of the nasty note and then marched over to the leasing office. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait, and the lady that works in the office lives in the same building I do and she’s really nice. She knew all about my problem. Why? Because she’s neigbors with the crazy lady and the woman complains about everything. She’s complained about car radios being too loud and has complained to her neighbor that she talks too loud on her own balcony. Anyway, P told me not to worry anymore about the incident.

I will not be parking next to that lady anymore. She needs a new hobby.

We did have a nice meal on Sunday with my brother and some of his family. Since our mom’s birthday was on the 4th and my birthday is also coming up this month, he treated us both to Red Lobster. My nephew, who is extremely picky about what he eats, has never tried the restaurant’s cheesy biscuits before. My brother was finally able to convince him to try a bite of one. Once he did taste one, he was a huge fan. The waitress noticed how much he liked them and she gave him a little bag of free biscuits to take home with him! Good times. :)