Say Anything.
'Say Anything' is a John Cusak/Cameron Crowe 1989 teen flick. ' A noble underachiever and a beautiful valedictorian fall in love the summer before she goes off to college.' This is actually not what this thread is about, but the message is the same.
Actually no it isn't, I just like imdb.com and the title sounded interesting. /snort
This is not necessarily a vent thread - far from it. This is about saying anything - weather, the bird outside your work window, the fundamental differences between Mormons and catholics, how Law and Order Criminal Intent doesn't get the props it deserves, that I always forget whether it's 'it's' or 'its', that my daughter has a beautiful smile and the first guy that breaks her heart - I'm breaking his knees...it's about anything.
So, say anything.
I hate my dad's wheelchair; somehow he always manages to stop or get stuck in just the right position that in trying to avoid it or falling over him or whatever else he's stuck on I always get a steering handle in the crotch. Oh well, good thing I'm not using anything down there.
I occasionally seek out positive or possibly not-positive powerful emotional experiences. I like watching Armageddon. League of Their Own, Star Trek 2, Nanny McPhee... The list could go on but I'm sure you get the idea... Each of them makes me cry. For different reasons of course, but still. This weekend I started watching Buffy Season 7. The fourth episode, "Help", originally struck me very hard, and even though I knew what would happen, it still affected me.
Pregnant women smell different than other women, and it's usually rather quite pleasant.
Ooh Oh.. I have the links of the pictures of my puppies! Sorry to be so random. >.< I just thought to let you all know if you want to see my babies (puppies).
Here are the links. I'm using my sis DA to link it so you can see it and read what is about. ;)
http://stefaria.deviantart.com/art/Whisper-63112656
http://stefaria.deviantart.com/art/Bambi-63111574
For Bambi, her fur got darker.. Wowie... :heart
In their bloodline they are wolves. Hehe, thank you. Those Pomeranian puppies are fun to be around.
Mike got a call from Clear AFB (up north where he did the year attended) saying that the jeep was involved in a hit and run.
wait...i drive the jeep. What hit and run?
After a minute I said, 'OH MY GOD. Mike I nudged someone backing out of my parking space on the way to my doc appt yesterday. I practically kissed this guy's bumper - I looked in my driver's side mirror, didn't see any damage on his bumper, and then shrugged and drove off. I didn't get out though - I should have because after I hang up with mike this morning, I run out and check the jeep. Low and behold - my fucking bumper is dimpled in.
So I call the office in charge and leave a message, he won't be in for another 6+ hrs - so yeah I get the entire day to fucking sweat this. I'm hysterical at this point. Is it a felony? OMG a hit and run? But I didn't know, I DIDNT KNOW! I didn't see any damage, why would I leave a note? I'd never hit and run. So I call my father - he says call the insurance company.
I talk with jessica, who was very nice, and she opened up a loss ticket just in case. She talked with me about it and really did a great job calming me down. She advised me of what to do and told me everything would be alright. I'm going to call her supervisor and let him know she did a great job. So I hang up and think about it.
That car I hit was illegally parked. It was a parallel parking space and he was parked incorrectly, with his ass hanging out into oncoming traffic. If he had been parked correctly, I would not have hit him. So if anything, I'm going to see if I can get HIM to pay for MY damage. Fuck that, it's his fault. Anyway - what a morning. =/
'Are you going to arrest me?'
He stopped writing and looked up with a smile. 'No, not going to arrest you. It's labeled a hit and run because you seemingly left the scene of an accident, but I'll write in my supplement that you really did have no idea you did damage because you looked at the wrong bumper.'
Some asshole did say that I SPED away. First off, this is a jeep cherokee with a center of gravity that is shit on uneven terrain. 4x4 nothing - the way this parking lot is, i have to slowly go off the curb to avoid tipping the fucking thing over.
He says, 'Well I'm not going to give you a citation.'
I am perplexed.
'Well...will I get some sort of court hearing notice or something?'
Again he stopped and looked at me. 'Ma'am, did you want me to arrest you?'
'Well come on! Someone says HIT AND RUN you think...HIT AND RUN OMG SHE KILLED HIM.'
'You're not getting a ticket and I'm not arresting you. I do have to take pictures of your car though.'
So he finished up with some proof of insurance that I have to send it, but that was it. The end. /shrug
Every year, the Saturday after Labor Day, our town closes 8 or so blocks of Main Street, hires the local country station 92.5 WXTU, and people from town put up tables and sell junk, crafts, food, etc.
It runs from 10am to around 3pm. There's a parade, music, food, old junk to look at, all the sorts of things you might find at a town fair, minus the rides. Old friends, family, hanging out.
Sadly, this year, the Sidewalk Sale, though expanded in scope with a new "car show" (8 or so guys brought their "classics" for display) was a much less attended event. Usually my family comes home with at least a bag of books and a couple small bags of various other trinkets.
This year, no one came home with anything but a little food.
It was nice to get out of the house for a while.
I walked from around 10:15 to nearly 11.
I thought I saw my "Juliet" out of the corner of my eye but when I turned to look she was gone. Saw a few other people from high school but again, the moving throng made them disappear quite quickly.
It also happened that we (the fam) had our own little yard sale just a block from Main Street.
In addition to a bunch of little trinket/tchotchke junk and a couple dozen paperbacks from my own post-mostly-clean room, my sister put out a bunch of her old clothes, and her boyfriend and my brother both added some items. Further, Bro got the idea in his head to get soda and water to offer to passersby... however the amount of foot traffic was much reduced this year, compared to others, and we ended up "in the hole" for 19 bucks.
36 bucks for soda and water, 17 bucks profited from junk... Wasn't quite as we planned.
Most of the rest of the remaining stuff will be donated somewhere.
I wish I could have gotten to talk to the few "kids" (I can't really call them kids anymore, what with this year having been the 10 year milestone of me being out of high school) that I saw, but they were noticed then gone so quickly :(
Ah well, it was a good day all in all.