The Pencil

The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the box.

"There are 5 things you need to know," he told the pencil, "Before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be."

One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in Someone's hand.

Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but you'll need it to become a better pencil.

Three: You will be able to correct mistakes you will make.

Four: The most important part of you will always be what's inside.

Five: On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark.

No matter what the condition, you must continue to write.

The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box with purpose in its heart.

Now replacing the place of the pencil with You ...

Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best person you can be.

• You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in God's hand. And allow other human beings to access you for the many gifts you possess.

• You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by going through various problems, but you'll need it to become a stronger person.

• You will be able to correct mistakes you might make or grow through them.

• The most important part of you will always be what's on the inside.

• On every surface you walk, you must leave your mark. No matter what the situation, you must continue to serve God in everything.

By understanding and remembering, let us proceed with our life on this earth having a meaningful purpose in our heart and a relationship with God daily.

-- Author Unknown

Fellas Are Funny Things

My boys are growing up too fast. This pretty much blows my mind, especially when they hug me and reach the top of my shoulder. Feels like just yesterday they were bouncin' up and down in their cribs, crying for their sissy to grant them a little freedom. * smiles *

Joshy tells me he's moving to an Island. He's too big for Seahorsey blankets and stuffies. He's talking about driver's license and buying a jeep. I was only half listening -- to my shame -- and asked, "Oh, you want sissy to buy you a jeep like Sammy's hummer he got for his birthday?"

He turned around, ever so serious, and said. "Uh, no. Brit, you can't drive around on my island like that!"

"Oh, my bad." Where does this kid come from? I love him bunches, he makes me smile. He wants me to come to his island with him, he promises he'll have solar power so I can still blog and talk to all my friends. But there won't be a lot of noise, except for when the monkey's make that funny sort of noise they do. And he'll make his own yogurt --- mashing fruit & sticking it someplace cold -- and do all sorts of fun things like taking his boat out. I asked why he didn't take a plane, and he said "Brit, my island is uninhabited. There's no place to land yet."

Alright, kid. * smiles *

Then I go downstairs and Sammy's playing Tiger Wood's golf. He's telling me all about his triple bogey and how he's going to really start improving if he plays a lot more than he already does. He's playing a new level than the ones I've seen, so I commented on the nice houses. He clicked pause, and said "What houses?" I pointed, "Right there, Bud. They're pretty nice."

"Oh." He looked a little surprised. "I never noticed those before."

"How could you not, Sammy? They're right there!" I laughed, knocking his arm a little bit. He shrugged and shoved a hand down the pocket of his tiny plaid shorts. "I don't know, Brit. I'm just playin' the game."

Like Father like Son ... Like ALL men I've ever known. My soul, they start young. Must be the way they're made, and this sometimes baffles me, ya'll. * Shakin' my head. *

Off The Charts

So, as I said yesterday was off the charts. Working 15 hours is beyond fun, it's just incredible.

I helped my grandma yesterday morning, working off of zero caffeine. Meaning, a single drop of coffee never so much as touched my lips and this made me kind of sad. And by the time I got to town, I was pretty much starving, so I dropped by Chicky.

Billy was in the back, and waved at me over the shoot. "It's the man! Ready to do 120 cars today, Pal?"
I laughed. "You want 120 cars, Billy Billy? You got it."

If there's one big thing about Billy you must know, he likes to psych me out. We did 108 last week when I was in drive-thru so he's decided I have a new home for lunch shift. * winks *

So I told him we'd see what we could pull in this time around. He seemed pretty fine with this, so I grabbed my food and promised to be back in a few hours.

Just before 11 o'clock, I was back for work. One of my friends pulled in and looked over at me as I was switching out my flipflops for tennis shoes. I grinned, and asked if he was ready to do this. He shook his head typical Aaron style and said, "Shoot, I've got a feeling it's gonna be a long one."

Little did either of us know just what lay ahead of us. The sky was grey | droplets were falling from the sky at a slow steady pace and we hoped it would be nothing short of slow until our shift was up. We sat in the back and talked to Kwon before we had to clock in.

She's such a riot; and loves me this I know. Aaron began telling us how a bird had flown in the back door yesterday and how he'd grabbed a nearby tray without thinking and knocked it into a bucket. Before you begin to worry about all this unsanitary happenings going on around Chick-fil-A, I'm just going to say that he threw the bird, the bucket AND the tray into the dumpster out back. * smiles *

We clocked in and thus began our insanely crazy day that would turn into a 12.5 hour shift, unbeknownst to us. On a teeny tiny sidenote here, halfway through lunch Kwon checked our numbers and discovered we'd only done 63 cars. I thought how depressing it would be not to meet our quota, so I kicked it into high gear and when Kwon came back at 1 wide-eyed and bushy tailed I knew we hadn't done half bad.

107 cars just isn't that bad, ya'll. And I liked it besides.

Billy ended up asking Aaron and I to stay and close because we had several people call out last minute. I have a real hard time saying no to people when I know we're absolutely slammed and it would make it easier on everybody if I stayed, so I agreed. You know when you get to that point in the day when all you can do is dream about your break? Yeah? Well, that's the point I was getting to and by that time I was too tired to even think about eating. So I grabbed a big cup of tea and totally crashed in the break room. Aaron came back there and said, "Why'd we do this again?"

I rolled my eyes, shook my head and then we both started cracking up. "I don't know. We're just dependable people, I guess?"

It didn't end up being such a bad night, once all the guys in the back downed two cases of Redbull and kept cracking everybody up. Becca put me in dining room, so whenever I went back there it always cheered me up lickety-split.

And we won't even mention me smacking Carolyn when she was honest-to-goodness taking an order on headset. * oh bunches of smiles * And I'm still not sorry ... haha!

We got out at an ungodly hour WAY after 11, but I had so much fun doing dining room and then closing dishes with Patty. I hadn't done that in a real long time, but I loved it. Covered in soap suds up to my elbows and pretty much soaked .... pretty amazing stuff, those soap bubbles.  * winks *

Carolyn, you second.

Easter Surprises

Everybody & their brother havin' a fantastic time fallin' all over

everybody else ... losin' shoes | and whatnot.

My bestest Easter Surprise ~ Dorothy!

She walked around the corner after I finished teaching my Sunday

School class and I thought, "Lordy, Lordy! I love you, lady."

And thus, my hands took to shakin' somethin' incredible and my heart

began to beat crazy wild the moment I wrapped my arms around her with a

squeal of absolute wonder and delight. * smiles *

We played Pool all afternoon which is after all, far too much pool for any

two decent girls to be playing on a Sunday afternoon, you know?

And we laughed alot. Pretty much drove the world face-slapping crazy with

all of our antics | silliness and such. But my, my what a wonderful time we had.

My super amazing brother who truly | secretly adores me and my kisses.

It just so happens I'm the best little brother kisser in the whole wide world

and he's pretty much aware of this lucky little fact.

He cheeses, but I love.

Oh yeah, there we goes.

* winks *

And the best two parents any girl could ever dream | or think of having.

Lucky for me, they're both pretty amazing and on most days ...

well put simply: it's genetic.

Haha!

So there you have it, ya'll. My Easter wrapped up in a teeny chocolate bunny just the way

you adore it. All in all, it was a lovely day and I'd do it over again and again in a heart beat.

P.S. I'm back from my blogging vacation. Tell me this makes you happy!

* smiles *

The Victor

If you think you are beaten, you are.

If you think you dare not, you don’t

If you like to win but think you can’t,

It’s almost a cinch you won’t.

If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost.

For out in the world we find

Success begins with a fellow’s will

It’s all in the state of mind.

If you think you are outclassed, you are.

You’ve got to think high to rise.

You’ve got to be sure of yourself before

You can ever win the prize.

Life’s battles don’t always go

To the stronger or faster man.

But sooner or later, the man who wins

Is the man who thinks he can.

Just Climbin' Dumpsters & Takin' Trash

Hmm. To capture everything in a nutshell, I have to think about this for just a moment. * smiles *


Amanda put me in dining room, and I totally loved it! With the small exception of not ten minutes of being out there, I caught the end of my finger on a piece of trim and it bled for a considerably long time. Like no finger really should, to be quite honest …

I think I should just chalk that up as my mishap for the day. lol jk

We had a pretty bad storm in Charly today, so Chicky wasn’t too terribly busy. Amanda ended up sending Victoria out to help around 8 o’clock which ended up being a lot of fun. Thirty minutes later, we decide our trash really should be taken out; it’s only piling up all over God’s creation back there. So we grab the big rolling cart loaded with unbelievable amounts of trash, and head out to the big dumpsters.

One thing you have to know is, I’m 5’2 -- sometimes 5’3, on a good day -- and Tory is almost my height but a little shorter. It was an absolute blast doing trash. I lost count of just how many times we tried … and failed, epically. It was pretty sad, but we were cracking up so bad | moaning and groaning trying to toss those bags over the dumpster, it was quite hilarious. * winks *


And while I can’t say taking trash in the rain is one of my absolute favorite things in the world, it isn’t too bad. But Catarino’s trash -- chicken trash that weighs a zillion and 5 lbs -- is waaaaay too heavy to just chuck over a dumpster of ANY size. So what did we do? Just about the only thing we could think to do … I climbed on top of the smaller | normal people sized dumpster and half dragged the bag with me, while Victoria pushed.

I know you’re trying to picture this [ and probably smiling a little bit too ] but you've no idea the sight we made. I only slipped off twice before we succeeded. Let me tell you, our victory was wet, but pretty sweet. We double high-fived and that made the world seem like a better place. * laughing muchly *

-- Don't ask if climbing on the dumpster was my idea. You already know. 

Victoria and I had dining room all ship-shape within an hour or so. We were pretty much proud of ourselves … and then, just as we were going to close our last section, a bunch of people piled in like they were ready to party it up. I looked at the clock. I looked at Victoria. We sighed, and thought of a lot of nice things to say.


Instead of saying all the nice words in my head, I headed out to the Play Area which is fastly becoming my friend. Sort of. * winks *

When cleaning above mentioned Play Area, I sometimes want to just curl up in a corner and go to sleep. It’s the quietest, most relaxing place after 8 o’clock comes around and all the kiddos go home for the night. Yeah, I guess that’s pretty crazy.

Somehow we ended up getting out super late. Probably on account of us stocking everything to the absolute 9’s and everything else being sparkly clean. * smiles *

All I have to say is, that it almost -- but not quite -- breaks my heart to hear them say “Good Morning” on the radio as I’m driving home from work. That means it’s crazy late and I’ve still got bunches of stuff awaiting me. Happy Birthday. Lol
 

Whale, that's about all I've got for a day & a night, ya'll.

Any more, any less would be twice as random and probably put you

to sleep. * smiles *

 

Good Night.

Too Big To Play

Tonight, I thought long and hard. It was kind of epic, because I realized a lot of things I never gave much thought to before now. I'm still pretty much undecided as to what I'll do. * smiles *

I basically killed every possible opportunity of having the awesome privilege to stand in line for an eternity outside Khor Brothers Ice Cream for 5 cent cone day. And that really made me incredibly sad, because ... I wanted ICE CREAM FOR 5 CENTS! Now I have to wait until next year. Bah-humbug, ya'll.

• Note: If I wasn't extremely paranoid over the fact I would quite possibly be late for work, I SO could have had that ice cream. But alas, I AM paranoid. * winks *

Inspite of all of the above, I had a pretty nice day with my lovely | and adorable sisters. We cleaned three houses, and while we didn't exactly set any records, we still had fun.

Best thing I heard all day: "Ah. You got jokes." This came from Devante, and made me smile. Not to mention the fact it came just when the work day was all crazy hectic and nobody could figure out just where everyone else should be. You've really got to love when all your peoples want to help EVERYBODY all at the same time! It's insanity, but after all ... it IS the thought that truly counts. * smiles *

Brent called me to the back tonight so we could talk, I thought "Oh no! What have I done?" But then it turned out to be pretty swell because all he wanted to know was if I thought I'd be okey dokey in dining room, and I looked at him and said very seriously "Well, I'd love you for a day." He laughed, and said, "So if I put you anywhere you'll just be hating the rest of the night, hmm?" I nodded with a grin, "Basically."

So he was fantastic and stuck me in dining room which according to Miss Muscles, I didn't do half bad in. * winks *

• P.S. Since I know you're reading this, oh lady with the hefty muscles | warm hugs | and contagious smiles, you stock mints. And you don't just stock 'em either, you make me smile. Mwahahaha!

While I'm closing one of the sections in dining room, this guy sets his stuff down right on the table I'm in the middle of moving. I just wanted to ask, "Are you serious?" And a second guy sits down at the table next to that one, totally ignoring the fact I'm mopping and says, "Dude. These floors are like ... wet." I thought to myself, "You missed the Wet Floor sign, Capernicus."

Gribbles ended up coming out and helping me close dining room. He claims he's too big and old, etc to clean the playground, so I was sweet enough to climb up there and do it for him. * winks * He scared me silly, when he knocked the bottom of the tunnel and caused the whole thing to shake. I'm starting to think he makes me holler just for kicks.

After that, he tried to drown me in the bathroom. He's a big believer in totally soaking the floor, on account of it taking less time to spread the water out or something ... I never really understand the method to this madness. I just hold on for dear life and scout out a squeegee. * winks *

I'm leaving out something totally incredible, I'm sure. But chances are, I'll remember it tomorrow. For now, I'm off to bed. Because after all, sleep is just a very good thing! * smiles *

Comments & So Forth

There a Drunk. Part Two

Obviously, people are getting their weekend on a bit early these days. Because right after that guy left, another one only very much older stumbled through the door. And I really mean stumbled, because he was stoned. I was cleaning dining room when I heard him hollering outside the ladies bathroom door.

I went to see what the problem was, and he told me the door had the wrong sign on it. I'm never terribly thrilled when drunk people come in as it is, so all I said was "Of course sir, it's the wrong one. The men's bathroom is right behind you, see?"

I kind of smiled and then left him to fend for himself. He came back out mumbling something I couldn't understand and ended up hanging around the front counter for awhile. So I let him become Jake's problem, 'cause I just didn't have the patience for it anymore.

Gribble accidently slammed my hand in the big back door when we were taking out trash, so now it's all swollen and blue-ish. But he DID stay later to help me take trash which I don't find entirely fascinating, so I can't really say much. * smiles *

Then on my way home, I had just turned out of Court Square when a woman ran out in front of my car. The light in front of me was red, so I had already slowed down considerably. But still, if she hadn't been so drunk she might have realized that there was a 95% chance of becoming road kill.

The doors were locked -- because I have a phobia about that, it's right up there with being late -- but my sunroof was open. She walked to the left side of my car and said, "Scuse me, sweetheart. Can you give me a ride?"

I politely told her I couldn't, even though she then said she'd pay me for my trouble. I told her I wasn't allowed, but would be more than happy to call someone for her. She started to sob like I'm pretty sure only drunk people can do, and said "But honeeeeeee, I haven't got no moneeee for a taxi .... or nothin'. nothin' much."

Funny. I thought she said she could pay me?

Anyways, I offered to call a friend or family member for her and she said "Oh no. If it's the police, no thank you. Ima go find me somebody else."

What in the world is wrong with people these days? Fridays and Saturdays I expect this sort of thing, but really? A Thursday? I'm gonna just chalk this one up to it being fantastic weather outside, and all that good sounding stuff. * smiles *

So anyways, that's my day in something other than a nutshell. * winks *

Happy Weekending!

Here a drunk. There a drunk. Everywhere a drunk. drunk.

So I'm sitting here contemplating just where to begin. Because, it never truly does start straight from the beginning with me. It sort of jumps all over the place in a whirl of mad randomness, and somehow happens to make if you read it just right. * winks *

I tried out some Spanish on Catarino this afternoon when I got to work. It definitely made him smile, so I'm not entirely sure if I actually got it right or not. But he's a good sport about it. I asked him if I got points for making an effort, he grinned and said "Si, Chica. Bueno."

Amanda put me in Dining Room. I smiled and thought "How utterly fantastic of her." So I basically rocked out the dining room to the tune of my own new system, which I pretty much fell in love with. I mean, people can look at it sideways and wonder what the heck I'm doing, but I was all over it. I really love dining room currently ... meaning, I haven't gotten bored of it yet. * smiles *

I'm cleaning the windows, minding my own business and not talking to the world. Just minding my business, ya'll. When this guy speaks up from the next table over. He says, "They got you cleanin' huh?" I nod my head with a smile. "Yes sir, but I like cleaning so that's ok by me." That's the end of things for me. I mean, what else can you say? I'm washing windows, he's eating. There's not much more to be said, right?

Wrong.

I stood there for a good 15 minutes talking to this guy who casually informed me -- as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be -- that he was really just a ladies man, he couldn't help it. That's just the way things were, ya know? I nodded my head, after he explained he'd grown up with four sisters and he was the baby so they were always bringing home girls for him. He cracked me up when he said, "Now, I kept tellin' 'em how I didn't like those really nice tiny girls with the big legs. That just messed a good thing up, ya know?" I really had no idea what to say to that, so I just nodded and tried my darndest to hold back an idiotic grin. I couldn't figure out if it would be wrong to laugh or not, considering.

He went on about how girls were just the best toy God could give a man. And did I know that? I was thinking "Oh my lanta. Are you even kidding me?" but smiling like all was right with the world on the outside. He didn't skip a beat, ya'll. Before he left, he came over to the counter and told me that I had just the nicest smile. "You've got the most stunning smile I've ever seen. You keep smiling, girl. It'll get you so many places it'll make your head spin."

He thanked me for talking to he and his wife, who hadn't ever really said more than a handful of words. She just smiled alot and listened. And they were out the door, leaving me shaking my head. What. the. heck?

No worries though, the guys in the back weren't terribly thrilled after getting me to explain what happened ... Marc stopped right in the middle of his break and was halfway out to the dining room with Jake behind him when they found out the guy had already left.

P.S. This is already pretty long, so I'll sum it all up in another post. * smiles *

Raining. Pouring. The Old Man is Snoring.

Have you any idea what it feels like to wake up with a total stranger in the room? Someone you've never met, or would wish to meet if you had it to do all over again? That is exactly how I felt when I first opened my eyes this morning and the sunlight flickered into the room.

"Brittany, where's the remote?" I opened one eye to find my daddy feeling around the pile of quilts. I mumbled something about not knowing and fully intended to go back to sleep. But then I saw a pair of jean clad legs standing not four feet from the couch where I had fallen asleep the night before. That did it. Figuring whoever it was and whatever reputation I had just ruined, I might as well not waste the effort getting up.

"Sorry man, she's out like a light." I heard my dad say. I groaned inside, burying my head under the covers as they walked away talking tvs and cable wires. Five minutes later, my sister ventured downstairs and I lay there with my eyes closed. "Kenna, who was that?"

"Oh, just the Satelite guy. But he's leaving pretty soon." She replied casually. "Was he old?" I asked.

She nodded her head, and said he wasn't all that good looking either. Not that his looks really mattered, but that made me feel a little better about having fallen asleep on the couch & being dead to the world and all. But still ... What the heck was the Dish guy doing in my family room at 8 in the morning?!

We cleaned a house this morning, and were kind of pushing things as far as time went so I took a short cut. When I say short cut, I mean it was all red dirt | gravel road cut out between hills and grassy fields. We basically tore that thing up, if I do say so myself. But it was terrible amounts of fun, and we didn't do any damage. * innocent smiles *

Then I killed a squirrel on my way to work, and that made me feel like a piece of trash. It was such a happy-go-lucky looking little squirrel too ... sniff.

I got stung by a bee after that, and randomly wondered why I couldn't have killed the bee instead of the innocent little squirrel. But such is life, ya'll. And no ... I didn't wreck this time. * winks *

Halfway to town, I got stuck behind Farmer Jack with his little Kubota wagon going 3 mph. And I thought, "Lord? I learned this one already, yes? Oh, no? Um ... mmmkay. Thanks, just wondering."

Today was an absolutely trip from start to finish. I didn't really have one set place all night, Brent had me doing dining room | a little bit of dishes | closing front | headset & front reg. It ended up being slightly confusing, but still a lot of fun.

We had quite the thunderstorm tonight, while I was working drive thru. Not fifteen minutes into the storm, hail started dropping pretty heavily. It beat us up in drive-thru, and really cracked us up! All of us girls were laughing, and complaining and getting soaked while the guys on the other side of the nice warm shoot were totally cracking up. You've really got to love it when something puts a spin on the ordinary, everyday stuff.

Well, it's been real and its been fun, ya'll. But this girl is way past the point of drop-dead tired and would love nothing more than to fall asleep listening to the amazing sound of rain outside my bedroom window. * smiles *

Goodnight, lovely wet world.

I love you.

How Does One Forget A Key?

First of all, I can't possibly write another thing without thanking everybody for the awesome comments today. Ya'll outdid yourselves, be over-the-top kind of proud. I definitely smiled randomly through-out the day when I read what everyone wrote.

I slept in this morning. And I mean, I really | really slept in. I woke up three times and somehow managed to fall asleep without ever truly meaning to. It was incredibly nice, I'm not even going to lie. I felt absolutely fantastic when I got up, so here's to hoping I finally caught up on all the sleep I've been missing. * winks *

Just discovered the Play Room keys in my pocket!!!! Epic Failure. So I just text one of my Team Leaders and all he said was, "Nice." What? No helpful suggestions? I mean, sure it IS one o'clock in the morning but still ... it isn't like he isn't awake doing stuff. Maybe I'll pretend I'm five years old, and bug him until he tells me something useful. * winks *

Anyways, back to my afternoon ...

My sister and I cleaned an apartment. Aka the Bachelor's Pad which is pretty much a reckless tale. I don't quite get the various volumes of art/photography lying around. Or the fact that they are grungy-preps if that's even possible. And the tiny little skulls lining a single window sill. I just don't know about these people ... nothing they possess makes much sense to me. But this is all fine and good, of course. I can deal with random misfortunes such as that, I suppose.

We went to Old Navy, and walked around the store like 15-11 times until we'd seen just about all there was to see. I was just in there like a week ago, and it never helps that they move merchandise around like every other day. I think to myself, "Well I already know where such and such is. No biggie, I'll just run in for a minute ... " Not happenin' Joe. Why they gotta do that to me? Hmm ...

Shakin' my head.

Work was crazy. But fun, and this is no lie either. I was in dining room again and basically thought it was pretty much a fantastic night. When I clocked in, I wasn't really feeling the whole deal on account of the amazing Sunshiney weather and loving my regular clothes. It's a sad affair when I have to change into my Chicky uniform sometimes. Not always, just some of the time. But then I discovered I was in dining room, and tonight was Kid's Night, and Donna had bought a box of cheater ballloons. And thus, my night was basically a good one. * smiles *

I cleaned the Play Room -- which I'm sure you've gathered after just discovering the keys in my pocket -- and the slide talked to me once again. Gribble and I went in there a bit later to fix the talking door which was quite the adventure. Who knew doors made such strange noises?!

Went to Walmart when I got off. One of my coworkers called me and when I said "hello?" they replied "Marco." I laughed, "Polo. What in the world?!" And the next thing I know, they round the corner and tackle me. Yeah, I'm sure the Walmart Security people loved getting that one on tape. Crazy Chick-fil-A peoples coming in at midnight ... lol.

I came home absolutely starving, as usual, which is semi-crazy after Jake tells me "Anything you eat after 9 gets stored as body fat." And I said, "Thanks Jake, you're a pal."

IDC right now though. I figure as long as I'm starving, I should probably not lay there thinking about what I would eat if I really could. So I will, and it'll be healthy and I'll love it. And I won't think a single thought about Jake or body fat or anything. Just me and my sweet little dreams in a very short little while. * smiles *

Goodnight, World.

P.S. In case you'd really like to know something CRAZY! It's actually 72 degrees outside right this very second. And that basically blows my mind, but I'm definitely | truly loving this quite a lot. 

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... All On A Saturday Night

Nothing very exciting to report tonight. In a strange way, that makes me incredibly glad.

• My Aunt and one of my cousins came over this morning. She and my Momma spent a few hours in the kitchen making a pretty amazing lunch. It was awesome having lots of my family around the kitchen table on a gloomy Saturday afternoon. Brandon | Sammy | & I played Tiger Woods Golf on the Wii. For me, it was the first time but I didn't do half bad ... for a girl, as Sammy later informed me. I'm pretty sure he was trying to be encouraging, because to the 8 year old little guy that sounds like a nice thing to say. * wink *

• I drove Daddy's pickup again, and kind of liked it. Alright, I really liked it. But I still love my car just as much as I always have, no worries.

• Worked in Dining Room tonight, which was pretty much a first for me. It's definitely different than working at the mall. Going from 3 trash cans to 9 seems kind of crazy to me, but somehow they're almost always full! And I'm thinking I'm going to end up sore as who knows what or pull a serious pop-eye, considering the dumpster is crazy high and I had to take out quite a lot of trash tonight. Thankfully, Miss Muscles -- winks, if you're reading this -- came along and lent me a hand or two. Not without a lot of insane laughter, and multiple tries I assure you. Who knew trash could be so much fun? * shaking my head. With a smile *

• I soon discovered that the next time a mother walks up and asks for three balloons for her tinies, I should say no. Well, no in a nice sort of way maybe. It's kind of like ants in the pantry, once one finds a crumb they all start flocking in by tens and thousands. Maybe not THAT bad, but as many trips as I made to the back to get balloons tonight, it sort of began to feel that way. But no worries, the tinies all loved them bunches which of course, made it well worth all the effort.

• Jake came in tonight, just to change the schedule and bug me for mints. Silly boy, he's a real pill but everybody likes him. I have to admit, dining room was a little more interesting with him walking around rolling mint packages in his hand and telling me about the paper he was supposed to be writing for English on Monday so he wouldn't flunk the class.

• Katelynn and I made an amazing team closing dining room tonight! It was pretty much a fantastic thing. I'm so thankful for her help, because she was really a big blessing after being overwhelmed at the thought of closing alone on a crazy Saturday night. * smiles *

• In my short time at Chicky, I have come to the realization that I will only overcome what I do not truly wish to conquer when I am forced to. For example, growing up I've always had the worst cold-sweat sort of fear of anyone dressed up as anything. Yet when I started working at Chick-fil-A, the first kids night we had the cow came up and gave me a hug. Inside, I panicked. But now, the cow doesn't even really bother me. And up until now, I've been terrified of tight spaces and quite the clostrophobic kind of individual ...

Tonight. I cleaned the Play Room.

• I ever so slowly climbed up the steps which aren't really like steps at all. I was reminded of being five and crawling up and down | in and out of those jungle gyms so fast it would nearly make your head spin. With a deep breath of resignation, I plunged head long into the tunnel. I felt the spaces closing in around me, and suddenly I heard strange noises from somewhere beyond the tunnel. And then a funny voice saying "Hellooo. Hellooo." accompanied by various car noises, and semi-creepy music if you're not a fan of jungle gyms anyway. Number one, I had NO idea our slide talked. And secondly, my body isn't made to do that kind of thing anymore. lol

• So that's basically, my night in a big old nutshell. I hope wherever you are, whatever you have done with your Saturday, that it was absolutely amazing and wonderful. * smiles *

Nothing Profound

Favorite Quote of the Night: "My Jake muscles are hurting."

Jake, who is 16 and pretty much always has something fun to say, kept cracking us up tonight. So finally, I told him he had to be serious because he was making my stomach hurt. He looked at me and said, "Brittany. You always tell me to get my Happy on." To which, Elaine turned around from headset with a cute smile and said, "Are your Jake muscles hurting?" That made me laugh, and thus became my favorite quote of the night. * smiles *

We had a couple come through drive-thru. Billy made the milkshakes for the order, one with toppings and one without just like the screen read. When I handed them out at the window, the woman informed me that she didn't want toppings on hers either and that we needed to fix it. I asked her if she minded if we just removed the toppings, because most people never mind. She leaned over her husband and said, "No! I told you I didn't want toppings and you need to do somethin' about it."

I quickly apologized and told her I'd take care of it. Its really crazy but I wanted to crack up when she stopped me and said, "No! Fix it now." And I thought to myself, "Yeah lady, I was actually gonna make it tomorrow." Duh.

So I make the milkshake lickety-split -- probably set a personal record. I hand the milkshake out the window, still smiling. The next thing I know this little white package is flying through the car and straight at me, and the woman is leaning over her tiny husband telling me she wanted it on a wheat bun and what was my problem?

The woman has obviously not worked fast food before, or else she'd know I'm not running a one man show here. I hand the sandwich back to the woman explaining that I can't take it back but I will definitely be right back with a cfa on wheat. She left me with a few lovely choice words and pretty much irritated the heck out of me.

Makes me sad to think I'm beginning to lose my patience with the world. But really? Food is just food, nobody's going to die without it for a day or two so why make such a big riot over it? Then again, it IS the weekend and attitudes are definitely expected.

... As Dustin says, all the people with issues are too lazy to come inside so we get the added blessing of serving them everyday. He basically keeps drive-thru happy when I'm not, and then we reverse roles as the day progresses.

I had break the same time Catarino did, so we attempted to converse. My spanish is broken and pretty much a sad thing, so by the time I finished my supper I had been married for three years and no, I didn't have any kids yet. I'm not entirely sure, but I'm thinking it all started with him asking about my ring which I said was a gift from my dad. I've yet to discover just how much English Catarino knows, but he's certainly fun to talk to. Finally, Grant came back there and helped us out a little ...

The poor guy still isn't sure if I'm married or divorced. When I thought he was asking how long I'd been talking to my boyfriend, I said three years. Then he asked how old I was, I replied that I was twenty. He grinned and said, "Oh! Chica, married (least that's what it sounded like) 17 years old?" I nodded my head and then suddenly shook my head. "Oh no, Catarino! I'm not married." He said, "No Bambinos?" I laughed and said, "Uh, no. No bambinos."

So I'm going to work on my Spanish, ya'll. But for now, Grant and Gribble will just have to help me translate. * smiles *

P.S. Tonight, one of my friends brought their sister's puppy to the drive-thru window. It was so cute and tiny and absolutely adorable. I have no idea, but I'm sure it's not exactly cool to lean out the window and pet a puppy in drive-thru, but I did and it was awesome.

How in the world can you not love something this adorable?!

What I'm trying to say is, the girl has pretty much fallen in love with the

cute bundle of fluff and would very much like to have one of her very own.

People Go To Jail For That

If I thought yesterday was interesting, it didn't have much on today. And that's no lie, by any means.

It all started off fine and dandy, with a text from a friend at 4am that I didn't wake up to oddly enough. So that pretty much was a nice thing to wake up to very much later today. And then my mother text me from the gym and said no need for me to rush, just to take my time. So I did, and that was amazing.

The girls and I cleaned the first house in record time, and I almost feel dumb for saying this but had a lot of fun while doing it. It was kind of gloomy and grey out this morning, so being indoors with poor lighting did much for my soul. Like made me crave a comfy place to crash with a good book or something. * smiles *

We get to the second house, and that went terrific too.

Third house, I'm thinking "Okay, we've definitely got this. We're on a roll."

I fumble with the 50-11 keys on the ring, unlock the door and all is well for about fifteen seconds. As I'm leaning down to pet the old golden retriever, I hear this beeping that's quite off rhythm. I stand up and look around and suddenly realize, "We aint on a roll, ya'll."

The alarm is doing this little countdown business, while I'm standing there watching it and thinking that just maybe it'll go off in a minute. Mckenna, having had this happen to her a long time ago, grabbed my arm and informs me we should get out. I'm still thinking and looking around, examining the alarm system ...

I turn around, just as the alarm starts screaming louder than a firetruck on the fourth of July. My sister has fled the scene after telling me the police will come. Elaina is standing on the porch looking at me like a good little sister does; exptecting her big sis to have a brilliant plan.

My brilliant plan?

Inspect the alarm three seconds longer, and step outside to call my mother. She can barely hear me over the screaming alarm, so I'm standing on the front porch in a quiet little neighborhood yelling at the woman who brought me into this occasionally zany world. Should I thank her? Probably.

She gets in touch with the owner of the house, and calls me back with the security code. Kudos for trusting the people who clean your abode, aye? Thank the Lord. I run back inside, the dog is pawing frantically at the door and making me feel terrible. Because the only thing I could think of was the poor dog being deafened if I should leave.  Just a side note here, if you're kind of rushing things because you're expecting the police on your doorstep at any minute, chances are you probably won't get the code right the first three times you try. * smiles *

Two minutes later, the alarm finally shuts off. Something is still randomly beeping, and then I hear this dial tone through the house. I'm standing in the foyer, the girls are standing on the sidewalk peering in like I'm scouting the house out for danger. And then out of nowhere a man's voice asks, "This is the Palmyra County Police, what's the security code?"

I swallow, and think for a minute. Now, I'll probably never forget that code ... I had no idea where I was supposed to go to talk to them, so I stood right there shouting which actually worked out just dandy. After explaining what happened, and that we had just talked to the owner of the house they turned the alarm off completely. Two minutes later, the guy called back over the invisible intercom "Ma'am, are you sure you're going to be alright? You sounded a little anxious."

I laughed, as my hands were still shaking considerably. I told him I'd be just fine in a minute, I just wasn't used to alarms going off. He laughed and told me to have a good day.

Do I want to do that again soon? Uh ... I'm going to have to go with Probably Not. * winks *

Just Hummin' to Jeopardy ...

Today was ... hmm. I really don't know, it was just Today.

I haven't yet decided whether it was good or bad. It wasn't quite fantastic, but it wasn't miserable either. So for now, we'll just call it an ordinary day. * smiles *

It started off pretty nice, meaning I got to sleep in which was such a huge blessing because after awhile a girl really does miss her sleep, even if she used to be a night owl. No more night-owl business for me, with the exception of getting home from work late, that is.

The girls and I cleaned two houses, and then I headed to Chicky. The weather was absolutely gorgeous all day and I bemoaned the fact I had to switch my flipflops for tennis shoes. It just doesn't feel right, when the sun is shining | the sun roof is open & you're just not in the mood to stay inside for the rest of the night. Going from shorts to a skirt wasn't terribly fantastic either, but once I clocked in and got put on headset, all was right in my chicky world again.

Dustin and I worked Drive-Thru which ended up being alot of fun, but wasn't without its moments of frustration. People were starting their weekend early apparently, we had a handful of customers pull up that were flying sky high, drunk as skunks. We had two ladies in particular that were all about Dustin. We had quite a job of getting them to leave after handing them their food. They asked us for just about everything under the sun ... forks. spoons. an extra straw. and could they have a bowl of those cute little cherries?

When they FINALLY pulled away, we both reached over to shut the window at the same time. Dustin looked at me, like he sometimes does when we have "fun" customers. "My gosh, man! You'd think it was Friday night."

And then another lady in her mid-forties, maybe early fifties pulled up and dropped some change by accident. I had my back to the window, so I had no idea that she was worrying over the change she'd lost and was asking Dustin to get it. We're both inside, right? It's crazy to just walk outside and grab it off the ground, or even consider having her get out of her car to grab it, etc. So the next thing I know, Dustin's tapping me on the shoulder telling me not to let him drop. I shut my headset off and said "What?" having no idea what on earth he was talking about.

Have you any idea how hard it is to hold on to somebody when they're hanging upside down out the window scrounging around for lost change | the woman in the car is leaning over her window asking "Did you find my quarter too?!" | and you're cracking up? I almost lost my hold on the back of his shirt, and can't begin to imagine the sight we made. It was crazy, definitely.

Later, we had a milkshake crisis when the bottom fell out of one of the milkshakes in the process of spinning it. Cookies and Cream went everywhere, and I truly mean everywhere. Including all over me, even though I was only standing right next to the machine ... a car pulled up and my headset beeped. I hit the button and told them I'd be right back with them. The next thing I know, the guy is humming the tune to Jeopardy. This made me laugh, and make him wait even longer to see if it was the radio or just him. It was definitely just him, which only cracked Dustin and I up even more. That's pretty much a first in drive-thru. * smiles *

But it was a good night, mostly. And thus, the girl is so very tired and has warm thoughts of how amazing a good night's sleep will be.

Goodnight world.

The Nemesis Tea. Part Two

As if my mini episodes with Tea weren’t bad enough; when Brent finally put me on front counter a lady ordered a large hot tea. This wasn’t really a big deal, until I went to hand it to her and Jackie turned around and almost knocked me in the face. Without thinking, I put my hand up to block her, and the lid popped off the cup and the next thing I knew, scalding hot water had sloshed over my hand and onto the floor.


My eyes watered, it was so hot. I handed the order out without a moment’s hesitation, and then it hit me. My hand was tingly | burning | numb all at once and all I wanted to do was cry. Almost nothing has ever hurt so bad, and I’ve done a lot of stupid things in my life time, believe me!

I ran it under cold water for a minute or two, which didn’t do a lot to take away the redness or the fact that it was blistering and swelling. Susan came over and gave me some kind of cream to put on it that smelled minty like an old lady, but helped quite a lot.

Brent came back in the back to make sure I was alright. I told him I’d be out in a minute, and I was. But it still hurts crazy bad, it looks almost normal again except the fact that the top of it is kind of numb and warm.

I find it kind of comical that I went out and bought shoes today, to prevent falling and breaking my neck. And it so happens, that I dump tea all over the place and burn myself. How do I like them apples? Well, I don’t exactly. * smiles *

But there wasn’t a lot about today that I didn’t like. It was just a fun day, mostly because we had really nice customers and a lot of fun people on shift today that work well together. This makes such a big difference.

P.S. We somehow ended up with a nugget that looked very much like a mouse. It was so odd and comical, we pulled it out and took a picture of it.

But I promise you ... It truly isn't a mouse. Not even Chinese Chicken.

Goodnight, World.

Chicky like a Boot Camp & The Nemesis Tea

I’m currently working on something like 2 hours of sleep and not doing half bad. I had the craziest time getting to sleep last night, until finally the kitty curled up next to me and then I was lost to the world. * smiles *


So my work shoes have been an on-going inward battle for me. My old ones were … yeah, we’ll leave those at the gate for when I’m like 82 and can’t walk halfways decent. Then I got some new ones that would sort of make do, because they’re pretty awesome work out shoes but I discovered that they are the number one culprit for me falling and breaking my ever-lovin’ neck on the kitchen floor at work.
Monday after sliding into the prep table, I decided enough was enough. At 5:47 this morning, I walked into Wal-Mart feeling kind of like I was the only actual customer in there and that maybe I’d really gotten lucky on account of an employee possibly leaving the door unlocked.
I grabbed the shoes I’d looked at five times already, and can you imagine my relief when a man walked up to the register after I did. I wanted to turn around and form some mutual bond like saying, “Oh wow. Sure is nice to know I’m not the only one at Wal-Mart at 5am.” But instead I just grabbed my shoes and chug-a-lugged to Chicky.

Apparently we had a few people call in this morning for unknown | and various reasons so I had to open front counter by myself, which is normally no big deal. But I just wasn’t with it, so when I went to dump the 5 gallon bucket of tea into the container I lost my grip, the bucket hit the counter -- which wasn’t very far, considering I’m not terribly tall -- tea splashed | sloshed all over drive thru. I was horrified | mortified and there wasn’t a single rag in sight. Dustin and I went to the shed to grab some, and ended up having to pull some off the morning truck.

Later, I overflowed a large cup of tea while taking an order on headset. And then as I was grabbing a cup of Coke Zero the nozzle plopped off into the cup and sprayed soda all over the place. Brent -- who is very | VERY | very tall -- looked down at me in mock seriousness, with a hint of amusement in his eye and said, “Really, Brittany? Really. Are you just having a bad day?”

I cracked up then, when I guess I should’ve been kind of bothered I had to refill the drink. So that’s how my whole day was spent. Brent poking fun at me and me poking fun at him.

We all pick on Brent, we call him the Warden, and even tease him about running Chicky like a boot camp, though he really doesn’t.
Finally he came over and told me and Kristen we should hang out because we both feel the same about him. He said, “I feel about you like you feel about me.” Kristen and I looked at each other, and said “Uh … we better work on that. Cause that’s not a whole lotta love going on there.” * laughing muchly. *

Nothing Profound-ish

I slept in today. It was more than nice, it was even terrific. I've discovered the value of the almighty dollar, and moving my way on to the value of a good night's sleep. Amen.

After my grandma and I got done working this morning, we randomly decided to go to Ihop and get stuffed French Toast. Have I ever mentioned the fact that I pretty much love these bunches? I've only had them like three times in my whole life but they are nothing short of loveliness. So that's what we did and had so much fun hanging out, just her and I.

 

And when I got to work, Billy said "Hi Burtney. So ... I'm gonna swing ya over on headset, 'cause you're pretty awesome at that." To which he added, "Not much else, but you're good over there. You won't bother me then." He grinned, and made me laugh. "Oh thank goodness, I thought I'd have to smell you all afternoon. And I just can't handle that." I said. His humor is so ... Billy. Gotta love it! You really do.

We girls had a lot of fun doing drive-thru tonight. Probably too much fun, but even when the bottom fell out of two milkshakes and totally exploded all over us AND drive thru we all had a good laugh over that. Now you tell me whats so funny about three girls covered in Banana Pudding Milkshake? * winks *

We sure are a messy lot, we girls.

And then we were all comparing our cuts and bruises from work. It's only fast food but it's so over rated in the safety department. You have no idea all the crazy things one can do to themselves. Take that big Tea Thing for instance ... when its chocked full of tea, it's just not a good idea to lug that thing back to dishes. Even if they are hollering about not having all the dishes back. Well now I've learned my lesson, after earning a big bruise on the side of my hip. * smiles *

We got out a little earlier than we have been lately, so we sat around talking until our manager was ready to lock us out. We had all been talking about girlfriends and boyfriends. Some of us had the opinion that God would bring the right one into your life, and not just to date anyone that was nice to you, etc. As we were walking out to our cars, one of the guys said "You've got good standards, a lot of girls don't. I respect that. Don't ever give that up for anything." And that made me want to cry because I never knew that. But coming from the person that it did, meant a lot because he's a good Christian guy who is always upbeat and encouraging for everyone.

Then ... it rained on the way home. And that made me smile because I love and adore rain, always. There has never been a day I have not welcomed the rain. If it just so happens to ruin plans, those plans can be rescheduled. I don't ever mind when the gray clouds roll in and cover the sky, it just makes me smile.

I never knew Fish Sticks came in circles. So I get home from work and I'm thinking "Wow. That's pretty classy ... turn my sticks into roundness. I can deal with that." I come back like three seconds later and my cat has pretty much helped himself.

"Cat." I say in the firmest, most dissapointed tone I can possibly muster. "I was going to eat that."

So make that two nights I'm going to go bed starving after work. I walk past the cat and say, "Thanks pal. Don't come curling up next to me when you want a nice place to sleep." He just meowed and crawed into my lap when I sat down. But thank goodness for his sake, I'm a softie. * smiles *

Goodnight my beautiful | wet and rainy world.

~ You Make Me Fall Out of Bed, dizzy in my head. And just the Thought of You makes Me smile. ~

Mckenna

5 yrs. old.

Cuddling one of her favorite puppies.

She has a heart of Gold; compassionate to the core.

A long time ago. When we were young and stupid and

played with webcams in the dark. Oh yes.

 We're a trip, every trip. Heading down to NC for my first semester of college ...

we played | we slept | we drove the parents crazy.

The day I moved into my dorm.

Goodbyes were sadness, but it's oh so obvious we had fun!

Goofing off at the beach. Yeah, we do that sort of thing.

Gotta love her expression. We were being retarted and I grabbed

her when she was right in the middle of measuring something. She loved me

for that, its her determination face.

Oooh! This is last year when we went out to El Vaqueros for

her 15th birthday. Why does this feel like just yesterday???

Randomness at church. With some of our bestest

guys in the world ... if we could adopt brothers,

they would be our number one choice.

* smiles *

Passing the sunglasses around.

Oh my goodness. This was so much fun, I'm not even going to lie!

We found a whole wall full of floor to ceiling shelves and climbed in

and had so much fun being absolutely CRAZY!

 

Valentines Day 2010.

If I remember, we were rocking pink and denim.

Sometime this Winter. We scrunched together in the hall

at church until Daddy came out of his office and said,

"Girls, WHAT are you doing?"

My wonderful and lovely sister at OBX this year.

I can't believe she's sixteen today! I love her so much and look

forward to bunches more of all these fun days to celebrate the

day she came into our lives and made us smile.

I love you Kenna Boo!

Windy Days & Water Guns

Tonight, I feel almost like I've got a bit of a jump start on this thing. If only because I posted random tidbits earlier and I'm almost quite awake right now. * smiles *

The moment I clocked in, it was kind of like a tiny madhouse of changing shifts and helping customers. Becca put me in drive-thru, which I'm going to say I really currently enjoy. My manager Billy and Adrienne were already holding things down over there so it was nothing short of a barrel of fun when I got there. 

As usual, Billy was full of himself. That's just Billy for you, and we all pretty much love it. He was randomly telling us about this friend he had in high school that thought he was cool. He'd answer the phone in a deep | low voice like "Heeey." Mostly because it was typically a girl, and he loved to impress them. So Billy called his friend one day and pretended to be a girl they both knew. He answered the phone in his typical deep way and Billy kept him going for a bit, before cracking up. The friend changed his voice back to normal and said, "Oh. Hey man! What's up?" 

It's so much funnier when you can actually hear Billy's rendition of it. Adrienne and I were laughing so hard.

And then as he's just standing around in drive-thru, I turned around and asked "Um, so are you just there for looks or what?" With a straight face he replied, "Heck no. I'm drive-thru eye candy, girl. What you talkin' about?" Billy. Billy. * Shaking my head. *

About an hour later, the sky had darkened considerably, and the wind had really picked up. I turned around "Adrienne, I have a bad feeling. Like I'm going to let somebody's money fly away ..." She smiled at me, and said it was pretty windy. The woman pulls up to the window, I go to hand her the change and what do you think happens? No, really. What do you think happens?! Her dollar bill goes flying across the parking lot in a matter of seconds, with both of us watching. I look at her | she looks at me. Finally, I say "Can we pretend that money's gonna go to some hobo on the street corner?" I didn't expect her to laugh, but she did. It was the first thing that came to my mind, because that was the only possible good thing that could happen.

The power ended up flickering several times due to the intense winds sweeping across town, but thankfully it came back on and we didn't have to shut down.

This guy through the drive-thru tonight and the whole time I'm getting his order out, and ringing him up he's holding this green and orange water gun (??) out his window. I'm sorry if I sound a little paranoid, but he looked pretty normal like he was all there, he even had tatoos up his arm. And I just want to know why a random guy in his late 20's would do something so very ... odd? It kind of creeped me out, because he never said anything. Just took the bags and watched me. Definitely a weekender ... that's for sure.

Someone thought Adrienne and I were twins. When she asked me, Adrienne came over to the window to hang out and we both answered no at the same time. The woman laughed, and thought we were so adorable. Made me smile. Truly.

We even got to talk about my two favorite subjects. God, and my very best friend. We were discussing how God uses different people and things in our lives to make us into what he wants. How God brings you to the place he wants you by things you never would've chosen for youself. And sends you special people who make everything so very worth it!

It's crazy. 45 mph feels pretty reckless when you're exhausted. McKenna and I decided it's only because your brain can't comprehend everything flying past your window at such a rate when you're tired. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. * smiles *


Sidenote, I'm just curious why I have to ALWAYS be starving when I get home? Drives me insane, but it's like all I can think about and it's 2am. I think to myself, "What in the world, girl?" I tell myself I'll be fine until breakfast, then I just lay there forever wishing I'd eaten something, so I think maybe I'll  rememdy that somehow and hit the hay. Who knows?

Goodnight, Ya'll.

My God Handled It All

Sinful man in need of redemption,

Hopeless helpless sinner lost.

But the Alpha and Omega brought

the answer to the Cross!

And that's where one day I found Him

Sin no longer left a stain,

To this day it is a Holy perfect plan.

God handled it all, My God fixed it all.

His plan was grace -- Mercy love and grace.

It is mine, hallelujah!

To His lovely lovely name ...

When I saw the beginning, I was looking at him.

I saw end; I still see the Lamb.

God Handled it ALL!

It was and Is a perfect plan -- Holy perfect plan!

He saw me way back yonder in Eden,

Knew I needed saving grace

But this heart that loves him dearly.

That is what he sees today,

Throught the years I've found Him faithful.

I'll keep trusting on and on.

For I know He'll lead his Children safely home.

My God Handled It All!

A Little Bit of Zumba. A Little Bit of Clean.

So I'm sitting on the floor at church, waiting for my piano lesson. We were three minutes late, but come to think of it ... we're always exactly three minutes late. I have no idea how we manage that. But somehow, we do. * shrug in wonder *

Yesterday, was crazy. From start to finish it was one insane day, but not without its moments of fun. The girls and I cleaned 4 houses in roughly 4 hours which you have to admit is pretty incredible. We joked about it not being Zumba Dance, just Zumba Clean! Shew.

I dropped the girls off and headed to work. And THAT was quite interesting to say the very least about everything. It being Friday night, we had a lot of those very typical weekenders come through the drive-thru. One guy drove up singing, and I don't mean just singing ... I mean SINGING! He was sky high and on his way to being quite intoxicated with a liquor bottle half covered in a brown bag sitting between his legs. And I thought to myself, "Good. Gosh."

So he was half hanging out the window, grinning like an idiot and saying things I could barely interpret. He stayed at the window for a good three minutes, saying "Hold on, Girl. Hold on. I get you the 'zact change ..." The whole time he's digging around his car and stopping every so often to stare out the window and shake his head with that idiotic-grin. You know how impossible it is to keep being so nice that long when you know you could probably find the money in under thirty seconds if you tried? Yeah.

Then two women and a guy came through and the woman was hollering. When she finally got her wits about her, she smiled real big and said "I'm gonna wanna bag for when I'm done." Then she turned to the woman beside her and said, "Girl we gonna get loose and then we can use the bag."
And then, I thought to myself. "Oh my soul. Shoot me now."

But alas, I went to give her the bag and she was pulled off and shouted "Pysch!" out the window. Mmm, we leave this one at the gate, ya'll. I really wasn't cool with that, mainly because it was late and buttons were getting pushed to the limit. But three minutes or so later, I was fine when we had a nice little family roll up and they even gave me a tract which I thought was kind of funny. But I took it anyway and discovered they were methodists. Funny, I had no idea Methodists passed out tracts. What a sheltered individual, I am!  * smiles *

We had the BlueRidge Boys pile in about twenty some minutes before we closed which was insane amounts of fun. It definitely kept business rolling, and we didn't get out until 11:15 or so. But considering everything we'd accomplished, I'd say that wasn't too terribly bad!

Wherever you are. Whatever you're doing ...

Definitely enjoy it and know that God is always in Control.

Happy Weekend!