death by microwave

"Can I put my coffee thermos in the microwave?"

I posed the question to my older and much wiser-in-the-ways-of-appliances sister. We were working together this fine Tuesday morning in the doctor's office where we are both currently employed. In truth, she got me the job. She's worked there for quite a few years manning the front desk and I do medical transcriptions at a computer near hers. I love my job, I was wearing furry boots, and the sun was almost shining. There wasn't an ungodly amount of people in the waiting room and things were going smoothly...but something was dreadfully wrong.

My green tea was cold.

Now our office is freezing. I sit in the corner and the coldness just seeps through right down to my fingertips. Cold fingers when you're job is almost exclusively typing for hours on end is not cool. It's rather cold actually. And something hot to drink makes a world of difference. Therefore, it was imperative that my tea be piping hot for me to perform to my fullest potential.

After Sarah assured me that my thermos would be fine, I walked up the stairs relishing the opportunity to stretch my little legs. Opening the door of the microwave and tapping 40 seconds into the timer, I began to do aerobics. That's what I do while waiting for things in microwaves at work. It makes me feel better about having a desk job. Just when I was beginning to feel like my blood was flowing again, I began to smell something. It wasn't something good either. I wasn't sure, but I had a hunch it was coming from the microwave, and it smelled like something metal was croaking. As I was reaching for the microwave door there came a burst of light from inside and a queer zapping noise. I flung open the door and the kitchen filled with smoke that smelled distinctly of fried coffee thermos. My poor little thermos...the one I stole from dad that has NRA emblazoned on the side. It wasn't dead thankfully, and neither was I even more thankfully, and the building was still standing which was really a plus. Still needing my green tea, I poured the remnant into a coffee cup I found, which I promptly warmed up and walked down the stairs. Little did the people I passed know that there lives were nearly ended prematurely...and I didn't tell them. Instead I sat at my desk and typed medical jargon while sipping tea.

And this is just to prove that nothing is safe in this life: no job, no day, no green tea. And that you shouldn't ask Sarah what is microwave safe or not.

skinny jeans and heels...

...make the world a better place.

"The only normal people..." "...are the ones you don't know very well."

-Foe Ancis

"I do not want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them a great deal." -Jane Austen

the story of Kid Cal

Once upon a time there lived a notorious outlaw named Kid Cal. He was feared far and wide for his dastardly deeds and over sized cowboy hat. He went from town to town robbing the local inhabitants, stealing steaks, and tipping cows. One day, in the town of Podge, Kid Cal was in the midst of robbing Joe Banker when he was interrupted by... Sheriff Thrasher! This man had caught many a crook, walked many a trail, and drank many a cup of coffee. Kid Cal knew he would have to act fast, and he did.

Instead of shooting (which would obviously have been what the Sheriff was expecting) the Kid swung his rifle and knocked Sheriff Thrasher out cold, tying both of his victims up. And then he laughed.

He was so preoccupied with his laughing in fact that he didn't hear the sound of footsteps behind him. And then when he did, it was far to late. He saw a blur of a gun barrel and flying braids, and then...nothing.

It was Bri Brady, who also happened to be the best shot in town.

And so ended the notorious reign of Kid Cal. He was thrown into Podge Prison (which I believe is a wooden chair in the middle of a field). The good townspeople were never harassed again and lived happily ever after.

The End.

great gatsby it's 2011

We had a good Christmas. A very relaxing, fun day. It's crazy to think that it's already done with and that we're already in 2011!!

(our yearly Christmas sock picture)2010 was a very good year for me. Lots happened, both good and bad, but God taught me a lot of things through it all. I'll graduate from high school this year which is scary and exciting at the same time. I'm getting a job this week. I have a bunch of school left to do, stacks of books to read, way too many lines to memorize for this year's play, and various projects abandoned in corners that need finishing. There's always cleaning, Tuesday's meal planning, horse chores, catching up on past episodes of Psych (very important), and spending time with various sisters, friends, and random acquaintances. Busyness all over the place, but it's good.

I can't wait to see what God has in store for me this year.