My boss got her hair did last week and you could tell she
made an effort to keep it styled like they did it at the salon and so I made
sure to compliment her on it.
This weekend I spent some time in the mountains with my
family. It was a busy weekend. After work on Friday I got in the car and
headed east. Thanks to a curve that
always, well almost always, has a wreck on it the four hour trip took over five
hours. I did stop for dinner at a
Steak-N-Shake and the hostess was completely overwhelmed but was trying her
best to keep up with the people coming in, handling a man wanting to pay his
check and taking my to-go order. You
could tell that she was at the age in a teenager’s life where she wasn’t fully
comfortable with herself yet. I made
sure to tell her what a pleasure it was working with her.
With the time change I didn’t arrive until 11:30ish. Needless to say I was tired but ended up
staying up late talking to somebody on Facebook. This was a very bad decision since I was
woken up at 5:30 by the sweetest little voice of my nephew who had forgotten
where his parents’ room was in the cabin and was looking for them. He didn’t recognize me without my makeup and
got a little bit frightened and embarrassed thinking he woke up a stranger. David just recently has started opening up to
me. He was a momma’s boy ALL THE WAY and
would have nothing to do with me since he saw me so rarely. We bonded over
lunch the last time I was in town and this weekend we really had a great time
together. I loved talking with him about different things and whenever I used
big words I made sure to explain them to him.
He wanted to pretend to be animals and he decided right off the bat that
he wanted to be a zebra. I, however, spent my pretty little time going through the
rolodex of animals I could think of. I
would describe the ones David didn’t know to him. Example: a ferret is a mixture of a cat, rat and
snake. They supposedly smell.
On Sunday our family got to experience the hot mess that is
Dollywood. It is so red neck in many
ways. On the way in we saw a woman wearing a shirt that said “Driving Trucks
and Tagging Bucks!” Classy. At the end of the night there was a drunk guy
with his white hair in a mullet complete with sweat band on our trolley to the
parking lot. He was telling people they
needed to find Jesus and spouting off his website where he evangelizes. They make up names to go with each of the
trolley stops. A is for Amazing, B is
for Beautiful, etc. Thankfully this guy
gets off on A and is yelling at the trolley to go to his website. After he gets off people start making jokes
left and right about him. We were all
laughing hysterically and I’m trying not to wake up Catherine who is asleep on
my lap. People that get off at B and C
are yelling “God bless!!” and “Praise the Lord!” When we get to trolley stop D/E the announcer
is saying things like Dolly’s Earrings and Diamond Earrings and tells people to
come up with their own words. I hear
Dumbo’s Ears from my dad a few rows back.
It took a while but when I finally came up with Drunken Evangelist we
all had a good laugh on that trolley.
Anyways, my good deed for the day was not mocking this guy, but riding
the ferris wheel with Catherine. I’m not
scared of heights but Emily and my mother are and Catherine needed somebody to
go with her. She was very excited. I
kept trying to talk her out of it but she wouldn’t budge. I just don’t see the point of a ferris wheel. It was cold, and this is just sitting outside
in the cold going in circles. We did it.
She was happy. I survived.
While I was in east Tennessee this weekend I was able to go
to the wedding of a sweet friend of mine.
Megan has been such a special friend for the past few years and I was
there for her through the entirety of her relationship with Clint including
being there for their first date. Since
Megan met Clint online she was nervous about meeting him and wanted some
friends in the area just in case she needed saving. Having experienced some
awful online dating dates myself I understood.
Hannah and I went and ate at a nearby restaurant and were walking to
where Megan was having dinner just to check on her but as we walked by the
window of a Chocolate and Coffee shop Hannah said that they were in the window
having dessert. I hadn’t seen them so I
turned around planning to just leisurely stroll by the window and catch a
glance at what Clint looked like. Well I start walking back and right before I
get to the window Clint looks up and sees me and instead of acting like a
normal person who is just walking on a sidewalk I freeze. So incredibly awkward. I just froze there and then I didn’t know what to do next so I just turn
around and run. So incredibly
mature. Thankfully Clint was so nervous
on the date he didn’t think anything of it.
Well Megan had the cutest little scroll made up with the history of
their relationship and I was on it! Not
by name of course but my friend totally yelled out to me, “That’s you!!”
So with the move and everything I hadn’t gotten around to
making a gift or even buying a gift for Megan and Clint. I will sometimes do platters for my friends
and they will vary depending on the couple and what they want. I might do a monogram or I might do a couple
at the altar and make them look like the bride and groom. Well I felt bad about not having a gift for
them and knew I was going to be awkwardly late with a platter if I made it and
they are moving soon and it wouldn’t be fun to ship it but thankfully it all
came together perfectly. As soon as I
sat down and saw their program with a sticker of two thumbprints with their
monogram on it I was inspired. Megan
talked about thumbprints in her vows and even had a specialty wedding ring made
for Clint with her thumbprint in it representing everything that was her, her
whole being, down to her unique fingerprint was his. Isn’t that cool!?! It was a beautiful wedding filled with love-
both for each other and both for Christ.
On my way back to the cabin after the wedding I stopped by a
mom-n-pop store to pick up a few things that we needed. The man at the register asked me if I had had
an enjoyable day and I responded that I had a great day and just came from a
wedding. He then asked if it was mine or
somebody else’s. I just kinda stared at
him for a bit and then responded with, “If it was my wedding I hope I would be
wearing white and doing something else afterward other than buying saran wrap
and bread.” Really?!?!? These things seem to only happen to me.
So we deal with some interesting people at work. Our floor has a good amount of homeless
people on it. There is a lady that is schizophrenic and we have had issues with
her calling us incessantly. We have
talked to her about only calling twice a day and if she calls and we don’t
answer it means we are helping a patron or are on the phone or out of the
office and therefore she needs to wait at least 30 minutes before calling
back. Today while I was helping a patron
she called 5 times in a row. On the
fifth call I answered only to tell her that I was with a patron and could not
talk and she needed to stop calling and call later. She then told me I was lying and called me a
bitch and said she was going to tell my boss to fire me. I told her that I was not lying, that I would
love to help her when I wasn’t previously working with somebody and that I
didn’t appreciate being called a bitch.
I think she hung up at some point but who knows for sure. Not cool.
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