This is why I love Southwest Airlines. They defintely don’t take themselves too seriously.
Today, on my way back from Raleigh, the captain came on the PA system to introduce himself and his co-pilot. He started off with:
“This is your captain Clarence Oveur speaking, with my co-pilot Roger Murdock.”
I was sitting in the front of the plane, and only a handful of people that I could hear laughed along with me. Apparently I was the only big fan of Airplane on board.
So today I had a craving for chocolate chip cookies after I got home from the beach. In the same vein of Carl’s and my cooking experimentation nights, I decided to try something a little different than the standard Nestle’s chocolate chip cookie recipie. I generally add milk chocolate chips instead of semi sweet, and all brown sugar. This time, I kicked it up one more notch…I added…cinnamon! So right now it smells kind of like I’m baking chocolate filled snickerdoodles.
Man, is my life exciting or what?
Jason called me on my work line yesterday morning, which he never does. He first told me he loved me, which I knew, and then he told me his friend Aux was being shipped out to Iraq in three weeks. I’ve met Aux a few times, and like him a lot. This sucks.
Then Jason told me that in six months, when Aux comes home, he’s taking Aux’s place. And my heart stopped. Jason tried to make me feel better by saying that it’s only for 6 months, not a year and a half, like usual, and that he’ll be making more money this way, and it will look good to the higher-ups for whom Jason works. I know all this, and it is all true. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
As an aside, three people to whom I’ve told Jason’s leaving in January have asked if we’re going to get married before he leaves. And to them I say, marrying Jason would prevent me from marrying my one true love, Ben Roethlisberger. Even though he’s retarted and doesn’t wear a helmet while riding his motorcycle.
Spotted recently while driving:
While turning into the IHOP parking lot off of 40 in New Castle two weeks ago, Melanie and I saw an old ford van (think the mystery mobile, folks) that apparently didn’t have a working A/C unit. How could we tell? The A/C window unit that was ducttaped in the back panel door window. Classic.
Last weekend, Jason and I were driving back from Trader Joe’s in Wilmington. Next to us at a light was an older model something (looked like an old towncar, or something) without it’s rear bumper. In the bumper’s place was a wooden board, with the license plate stapled to it.
Erica and I, talking about plans for the weekend:
Me: I have Jason Friday and Saturday, but I will be Jason free on Sunday.
Me: That made it sound like I have joint custody of him or something, doesn’t it?
Erica: Acutally, I was thinking it sounded like you had an STD.
I received these from my manager today via interoffice mail:
Over the weekend while visiting Jason, we went to the big fashion mall in Arlington. They just opened an apple store, and I stopped in to pick up an AC adaptor power supply for my Ipod. While waiting in line to pay, I was approached by an employee wielding a mobile credit card scanner, to help move the line along more quickly. You had the option of swiping your card with him and waiting back in line to get your paper receipt, or providing your email address to have your receipt emailed to you. I chose the second option, because I had a Fredrick’s of Hollywood giftcard burning a hole in my pocket. When I provided my email address to him (nprjunky at gmail dot com), he immediately recognized me as a kindred spirit and asked me what my favorite shows were. We chatted it up for a bit, until Jason came over to retrieve me. Then my nerdy friend’s face fell.
Cut to today, at which time I drop my Ipod off at the apple store here in Newark. My poor poor baby has been losing charge rapidly for a while. I’ve talked to Apple before, did what they told me to, and it didn’t help. So the only thing left to do was turn it in to the Apple people for a battery test. Which I did. I was waited on by two very nice gentlemen, who were both helpful and charming.
While at my apple store, I came to this realization. Nerdy girls apparently have a new avenue for picking up boys. No longer must we visit poorly lit bars to pick out the least inebriated man that comes our way! No! We nerdy girls can just visit our friendly neighborhood Apple store where we are certain to find likeminded boys who are not just charming and witty, but geeky as well!
Meet Evelyn:
Evelyn is a 10-year old Domestic Short Hair, who likes belly rubs, looking out the window and Friskies sliced chicken dinner in gravy. Evelyn also has hyperthyroidism, which we are now controlling with medication, but will soon be getting a procedure which destroy the mass on her thyroid, making the medication unnecessary.
Evelyn was found off of Walther Rd, in Newark. Evelyn weighs five pounds. She is quite happy at the cat ranch, although has yet to meet the other babies in residence.
This is just what every child needs.
God help us all.
You can find it here, under the kids collection.
