It's so HOT

I know it's been a few days since my last post. It's been a little busy, which I'm sure you are thinking.."busy? it's summer, and she has no life, how can she be busy?!?" While that may be true, everything decided to hit in the few days I've been away. Here is a brief, but wordy description of most of the stuff that has gone down...because you care. 

First of all, the firemen turned out to be duds. Don't get me wrong, they were cute, but not HOT, well they were hot because it was 100 degrees outside, and they were moving heavy furniture and boxes. I did sit and watch them, but I didn't offer them a drink of ice cold water. They brought their own and it was probably colder than what I had to offer considering the fridge wasn't plugged in. One of the movers had a tattoo...a gingerbread man tattoo on the side of his calf. I'm hoping there was some sort of meaning to the tattoo...like he's the muffin man on the side and lives on drury lane or he's Lord Farguaad. 

The next thing that went down was eating. I promise I'm not going to give you a play by play of everyday, but it could be close. So, being as how we were in a small town and it was after 8:00, our eating choices diminished down to 5 from 10. The winning choice was the truck stop, The Star Cafe, which it used to be called the Red Star Cafe, but I guess it was too hard to paint the word Red so it was shortened.

Thank you David C. for letting me use your Yelp picture. 

   

The food is what you would think of as truck stop food, but after a long day of watching other people move your belongings, it works up an appetite. I was so looking forward to my TV dinner chicken strips and cream gravy. It being a truck stop, you'd think it wouldn't take too long to get your food. There is a window that allows you to see into the kitchen and/or allows the "cook" to put the ready orders up so the waitress can grab them. From my seat, I can see the cook placing meals up on the window and the waitress getting them and taking them to their owners. There were less than 20 people in there and we waiting almost an hour for our food. During this time, the "cook" comes up to the window and sneezes and coughs, then places an order in the window. It was two chicken fried steaks with brown gravy. The waitress asked where the cream gravy was and he yelled and said that he didn't have any more and there was no HOT water to make any. So instead of asking for some hot water from the front, you just take it upon yourself to serve BROWN gravy with the steak. I only know one person who would eat it that way and I'm not naming names. The owners of the food accepted the brown gravy begrudgingly. The waitress gave the "cook" some hot water from the coffee maker. So is my gravy going to be coffee flavored?!? The cook was frantically moving around in the kitchen like it was some 3 star restaurant, and he must have been working up a sweat because he kept wiping his face and looking out his tiny window. I think he was working up an escape. The waitress went into the kitchen to help "whip up" the gravy after she was "kindly" asked where the crap our food was. She kept ignoring our table...sheesh. It's not like we were causing a scene. Boy was I ever glad to get that lumpy, cloudy water...I mean gravy, oh and the chicken. So many questions still float around in my head, like those lumps in the gravy. On a positive note, the piece of cake I had was delicious!!!  

This is NOT what our meal looked like. Glad your food came out decent David C.

It's so HOT any indoor activity where I can gain culture and have someone else pay for the A/C...count me in!! I went to the Dallas Museum of Art, which I still have two tickets for the Inca exhibit if anyone wants to go. The four pack was bought because it was the best deal!! Don't ask where the other ticket went. :) I don't think I'm mature enough to be in a museum...there were a lot of naked people in those paintings and sculptures. Every time I saw one, I kindly told it to put on some clothes...I don't think it did any good. I did feel classy being in there though. I went to the Dallas Summer Musical production of Pippin. This was an interesting story...to be honest I had no clue what was going on. However, there was a lot of super cool acrobatics going on the whole time. I was a little sad that it wasn't a story about a single girl from the country, who moves to the big city for work while looking for a husband. I also adventured to the Flight Museum at Love Field...that was cool. I love watching airplanes and I'm in awe of how they work. Granted I hate flying, but when I'm not on there or they are on the ground, they are awesome!! Oh and I went to the George W. Bush Presidential Library. It's a very pretty building. 

Fast forward to today, I was at the first day of a conference at the high school. I ran into my assistant principal from Hillsboro. I said hello and asked if he remembered who I was. He said he did, but I don't think that was true. I had to fill in too many gaps, and he looked at me like I had lost my mind, although he did remember I coached, but couldn't remember WHAT I coached. It was junior high, come on man...I didn't EVERYTHING, including driving the bus for the high school boys track team and junior high boys football team. He remembered some names, but not everyone's. He did remember the crazy health teacher and assistant coach that left middle of the fall semester. Who could forget her?!? She would wear booty shorts and do hand stands at tournaments. She knew nothing about interacting with students, but probably couldn't tell you how to make some drugs. Ok. Ok. I'm judging, but you would too if you'd have met her. Whew! What a trip!! 

If you made it down this far...well you must not have a life either! :)

I don't care...I want more!!

So as most of you know, and those that don't, well now you will...my parents sold their house and bought one and are currently packing getting ready for the big move Tuesday. Apparently they hired some fireman from Fort Worth... If you try to reach me Tuesday...I'm occupied. By occupied, I mean I'm sitting in my lawn chair watching them move...real life Magic Mike eye candy in Carbon...hopefully. My luck it will some middle aged man with a ginormous beer gut. I digress. I've been helping pack up stuff because they are older, and I'm a sucker at helping those in need. Yesterday was the kitchen's turn to get packed... OH.MY.GOODNESS!! I have not seen so much random stuff, since...yesterday. I felt like I was in the Little Mermaid. Remember the scene where Ariel is swimming around looking at her collection of human artifacts...yep that was me, but I wasn't swimming....that would have been weird. I started singing...in my head...I can carry a tune in there...

"Look at this stuff

Isn't it neat?

Wouldn't you think their collection's complete?

Wouldn't you think I'm the girl

Whose parents have everything?

Look at this trove

Treasures untold

How many wonders can one cabinet hold?

Looking around here you think

Sure, they have everything

They've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty

They've got whozits and whatzits galore

You want pie tins and whisks?

I've got twenty!

But who cares?

No big deal

They want more!"

I found a dingle hopper!! Oh, and ignore the albino deer in the background...it's art...allegedly. 

Back in the Saddle

Hi there! It's me, the long lost wannabe blogger. I'm back, well at least for today. I realized it had been almost a year since I had posted anything and I thought to myself, because there isn't anyone around to talk to, you need to post something. I'm going to try and post about 2 times a week...TRY is the key word. If I keep this up, I could become one of those famous bloggers and maybe get my own book deal. 

I noticed that my last post was about the incident at the nail salon...here's an update. The fungus spread to the other half of my toenail. My left toe looks like the nail of an 80 year old man that refuses to admit his thick yellow toenails are a problem. Good news is I went to the doctor and hopefully this 2 year long ordeal will be over in a few months. I bet this is why I'm still single...I can't wear nail polish on any of my toes because the Jublia eats right through it...classy! Who wants a girl with bare toenails, missing half a nail, and a fungus?!?!? 

Toenail Fungus...that EW! is not really on my toe

Keeping in theme with the fungus...last night after I removed my mascara I felt something in my eye. So what did I do?!? I rubbed it...and rubbed it....and rubbed it. Not what you should do, but I'm addicted to eye rubbing. Nothing came out except some tears...no I wasn't crying...there's no crying in having some foreign object wedged under your eyelid. It felt like I had one tiny, annoying grain of sand up in there. I thought that going to bed might help...it helps with everything else I'm trying to get rid of or avoid...like the massive amount of chocolate in my kitchen from Teacher Appreciation Week or the mound of laundry that needs to be done or the headache I've had for 4 weeks while being on the CG Nutrition Challenge. I was wrong going to bed didn't help, I could feel that log moving around...I wish it had been a log because I would have yanked it out. I needed something to flush my eye out...couldn't they use another word besides flush...it's not a toilet. I remembered that I had a spray bottle, so what did I do...you guessed it...I squirted my eye with a spray bottle...I held up my lid and boom...water sprayed all up in there...yeah it didn't work. The only thing that helped was a warm washcloth pressed against my closed eye...I was pressing so hard, I think I pushed my eye back...it's a joke. I woke up at one point with pain again, so I googled how to flush out your eye...I had my solution but it was going to have to wait until the morning. 

I woke up and decided to flush my eye...after I flushed the toilet. The article said that I could use a cup and if I just tilted my head back I could allow the water to run into my eye. This had disaster written all over it, but the challenge was accepted. I sat on the edge of the bathtub, leaned back, held my eye open, and poured the water to my eye. It wasn't that graceful...the water ran all over my face, which then ran to my shirt and shorts. Yep...I was flushed, but my eye wasn't. I got to school...our fabulous school nurse took a look at it, and again it was flushed with some saline, but a professional. I did however have to lay on the "beds" in the nurse's office...in a dress...it was a little odd. The saline did nothing except run over my face and relieve the pain for a few minutes. I managed to go all day without rubbing...maybe my addiction is over. 

I made an appointment at Pinnacle Eye Care After waiting in a burning hot room forever...the doctor came in, made me cry...again not really crying because there is no crying in having a foreign object in your eye...put some yellow dye in my eye...at least I hope it was dye. She got the tiny speck of something...not mascara...out from underneath my eyelid. When she first came in she was asking about medication I was currently taking, I forgot to mention the Jublia, but she had this high tech system that could pull up my prescriptions...I felt like she was invading my privacy, what if I had some prescription that I didn't want her knowing about...like Jublia. I had to explain why there was a steroid and Jublia listed. I told her I was training to be a body builder, and I got a toe fungus. I don't think she believed me. I really was hoping for an eye patch, but all I got was an antibiotic/steroid...body building here I come!!