"Sugarism" #4

Me: "Wow! 36 years old and NOW they have me reading for the ingenue."

Sugar:"The what?"

Me: "The "tender, sweet, young thing."


Sugar: (reads the scene)"She doesn't seem very sweet."

"Sugarism" #3

This is actually the original "Sugarism."

My husband left me (for the second time) and I was in bed, surrounded by my cats and crying. I turned to her and said, "Oh God! I'm going to become some crazy cat lesbian!"

and she replied, "Oh sweetie you're...not a lesbian."

"Sugarism" #2

Me:"Sugar.. bitter, defensive and insecure is unattractive."

Sugar: "I'm not Bitter."

Mystery Car Conclusion

There are some surprises I just don’t always appreciate. One of them is what I call a mystery car. When I arrived today there was a Toyota Camry in the detailing center (not yet detailed). There were also a set of floor mats drying for a Sienna minivan however, NO minivan. In the office, there was a work ticket, but it was for a Honda Accord. The name on the ticket DID correspond with an appointment on the schedule but my partner in crime had neglected to mention what kind of car they were bringing in.
Clearly this looks like a case of the vehicle not being updated on the work ticket. However, the floor mats are a mystery and a concern. Because NO ONE wants to have to make the phone call to a customer that we forgot to put their floor mats back in because we set them out to dry.
Therefore the only rational explanation is that the customer actually DID bring in a Sienna minivan last night, but we washed it in hot water and it shrunk over night to a Camry. Luckily we had taken the floor mats out ahead of time. Thank goodness we got that cleared up.

A "Sugarism..."

"One night, when I couldn't sleep, I caught this show about insomniacs..."

Interesting Combo

A customer was waiting in the air conditioned office while we cleaned his car. I directed his attention to the bathroom, water cooler and the TV. He turned on the TV and surfed a bit until coming accross the Family Feud to which he exclaimed in his heavy middle eastern accent, "I love this show!"

I turned and smiled.

When a commercial came on, he looked around and spotted the Bible on the window sill. He then announced, "I like that you have the Holy Bible here. I love reading the Bible."

He then continued his wait watching the Family Feud and reading the Bible during commercials.

Fo some reason I found this combination of activities utterly amusing.

Trash

I'm curious as to why at least once a week I find pair of tennis shoes/sneakers in the trash at the car wash. What is it about washing their car or vacuuming it that suddenly makes them come to the conclusion that these shoes have out lived their usefulness and must be discarded, here and now,rather than say, donate them to Goodwill?

"Squirrel!"

The title is a reference to the movie "Up," when Doug the dog first meets them, and is talking about liking them, etc and suddely spots a "Squirrel!"

I am mentioning this now because my boss believes I resemble that remark. With each passing day, I seem to have the attention span of a butterfly.

Tonight while talking to Sugar I was in the middle of a sentance and noticed, "Ooo look I got a package!"

To which she replied, "Squirrel!"

*sigh*

How Lovely to be a Woman

NOT!! I never knew it was possible to be bloated AND dehydrated at the same time. Oh Mother Nature wha a wicked sense of humor you have.

What Caused That?

We had a customer in with marks on his hood, roof and trunk area. He wanted the inside detailed which was fine. But he asked if there was anything we could do about the marks,etc on the outside. Sadly we told him, "No." Buffing was not going to help that damage at all. So the only question left was, "What happened? What caused that?"

The answer, "Goats."

Apparently the man owns goats. And goats will eat anything and can climb on just about anything... and they did.

Father's Day Cards

I went to purchase Father's Day cards this evening and was surprised at how picked over they seemed to be already. Then I realized... Fathers are in charge of purchasing Mother's Day cards, therefore 3-4 days prior to Mother's Day there will still be a large assortment available, due to the fact that men tend to wait until the last minute. But Mothers are in charge of purchasing Father's Day cards and therefore 3-4 days prior to Father's Day your selection is greatly diminished.

Don't Drink and

Um Vaccuum? I found like a case of empty beer bottles in the trash can next to the vacs at the car wash. What's more disconcerting is that they came out of someone's car. Which would lead me to believe they were consumed in the vehicle. If this is in fact the case, it would explain why a lot of people screw up when driving through the car wash.

Perhaps we need additional signage. Or do people not realize that cars and giant car washes count as "heavy machinery" that should not be operated while under the influence?

As a completely side not I am curious as to why people choose the car wash as a place to dispose of over used/unwanted sneakers. I see at least two pairs a week when I empty the trash cans into the dumpster.

Observation

My therapist's office called today and asked if I would mind if an intern sat in on my session? I asked if they were going to participate or just watch. And they said they would just be there to observe. So either my therapist thinks that since I'm an actor I wouldn't mind because I am used to having an audience. OR, in light of all of the stress going on with my parents' health she thought I would be even better than a textbook case. Um... I'm flattered?

Urgent Care

So I landed myself at Nextcare Urgent Care Friday night after work with chest pains. First let me say, apparently that is the "green light," the "golden ticket," the "advance to Go," symptom to have. Because as soon as I said chest pains, I signed a "persmission to treat" and they whisked me on back. Nurse Jodie took me to a very cushy room and filled out my online medical history for me. Apparently they do not want to risk you keeling over the computer kiosk while filling out the online forms from whatever is causing the chest pains.

Anyway, they decided I needed to have some blood work done, and EKG and some chest Xrays. Let me say, Nurse Jodie was fabulous! Great bedside manner, very friendly and made me feel very at ease. Which considering I tend to make (innappropriate)jokes when I'm nervous and uncomfortable, was very kind.

However, I told her that I'm not good at the blood thing and that I WILL cry, it's completely involuntary. She gave me a tissue, I looked away and she poked the needle in. So we're good to go I think. Then she says, and I quote, "Oh crap."

I continue to look away, and calmly tell her that I'm pretty sure she's not supposed to say that with a needle in my arm. That it's kind of like your stylist saying "Ooops." It's just not somoething we want to hear.

We both got a laugh out of that and she promised not to say "Oh crap" during any of my other tests.

By the way, they couldn't find anything pulmonary or cardiovascular. They think it could be muscular but more than likely stress.

Out of Sorts

Where does one go when they are "out of sorts?" I mean, I never see them on sale at Target on on a price rollback at Walmart. I have never seen an infomercial for sorts or spotted anyone with sorts to spare on Craig's List. So when you are feeling out of sorts, how do you get more sorts? It's one of those cosmic questions.

Communication Devices

At our little "manager's meeting" this morning, we were discussing the need to be able to do our respective jobs, that take us out of the office, and yet be able to take care of customers who walk into the office. So I suggested walkie talkies.

I explained that if I was out at the car wash and saw someone going in but wasn't going to be able to get right there, I could simply announce over the line that a customer was going into the office and who ever was closest could call out that they could take care of it.

My boss thought that was a great idea.

Then I said, "Oooo we could get Iron Man walkie talkies."

He replied,"One step too far."

*sigh*

Dream

Last night I dreamed that I was on America's Next Top Model. No doubt this was because I had watched the finale before bed. What was interesting was how "real" it seemed. I wasn't like some natural supermodel and just sailing on through the competition. In fact, ironically, I lost. I came in second to the girl who actually did win this latest round. You would think since it was MY dream I would have at leats let myself win.

My Streisand Complex Continues

I am a huge Barbara Streisand fan and one day hope to play Fanny Brice in Funny Girl. I have always thought the part rang true to me as I am not a "conventional beauty" by any means. I have a prominent proboscis (nose).

Today is just furhter proof of that destiny, as I was sitting and eating noodles while watching Sugar play tennis and a lady bug flew *smack* into the side of my nose and landed in my noodles.

I once again briefly considered getting my nose "done" (I like Sandra Bullocks nose) but then quickly reminded myself of the lyrics Streisand Sang to the song "I'm Still Here." She sang, "Ikept my clothes and kept my space. I kept my nose to spite my face!"

So I am keeping my nose and fear not, no ladybugs were injured in this story... just a little dazed.

Not to Question God But...

What were you thinking puting testicles on the outside?

Shit!

So my girlfriend's teenage son has had a pain in his side for months now. They took him to the doctor and did some blood work which all came back normal. They also did a cat scan. They can't quite tell if it's a blockage, an ulcer, acid reflux, etc. So apparently he needed to give a sample of #2. He took his sweet time getting around to it too. So finally he did on Saturday and it needed to keep. I was not happy to hear that there was poop in our freezer.

Anyway, Sugar was going to bed and telling her hubby that she had to get up earaly and drop some shit off. He asked, "Oh? What do you have to do?"

I replied, "She's not speaking metaphorically! Remember there is Poo in our freezer!"

More Irony

When I walked out to my car after work yesterday, I found the trunk of my car, including my ribbon magnet that reads "Be Kind to Animals" covered in bird pooh!

Thank goodness I work at a car wash. But this does prove my theory... birds can't read.

On the Bright Side

And believe me when I tell you it's very difficult to find a bright side when you work at a car wash on a rainy (or threatening to rain)Sunday. However, detailing is super slow so the girls cleaned MY car. So I may not make millions and crappy weather effects my ability to make commission, but I almost always have a clean car. Not gonna lie... it was a stretch to find a bright side.

Irony?

My girlfriend's son, blew up a ziplock bag and popped it in his class. The teacher after figuring out what happened gave him a detention for "excessive noise." The teacher, by the way, is deaf.

Tension

I had a massage today. Heavenly. But have you ever noticed how you always hear that you are carrying tension in your back, neck and shoulders. Why don't we ever hear that we're carrying tension in our right elbow or our left big toe. Perhaps the human body needs to learn how to delegate better. Or perhps it needs to get one of those recycleable shopping bags to carry it around in. Just a thought...

Excessive Filth

In my efforts to be "more valuable" at work I decided to help with some actual detailing yesterday. We were short handed and I saw a need and filled it. Well I must say I have an enormous amount of respect for what these women do. They make detailing a car look easy. But let me tell you getting into the "nooks and crannies" as I tell customers is no easy task.

Today, a customer dropped off an SUV to be detailing, shampooed and have the leather seats conditioned. I went to take the car through the wash first and was repulsed by what I saw. This wasn't just a car that has had a bunch of kids in with some stray cheerios, the occasional milk or soda spot and some crumbs and dirt. The back seat looked like someone had fingerpainted with an ice cream sundae and then sprikled peanuts, loose change and misc crumbs on top. The side of the seat had what I hope was chocolate of some sort and not a bodily excrement. In between the seat belts there was a mixture of a bottle cap, crayon and what looked like a butter wrapper, all of which had now become a solid.

The bed of the SUV was actually cleanest part with only a huge amount of wirey dog hair everywhere. However, the front seat is another story. It just looks like liquids have been spilled everywhere, not just on the console and cup holders, but on the seats, the floor and yes even the steering wheel.

I noticed at one point that we had something called an "excessive filth" charge. I suggested to the bosses that we rename that because it could be a little offensive to say just an average mom with a standardly use/loved minivan. So we renamed it the "extra elbow grease" charge. Today however, I really thought we shuld have the option of calling it excessive filth when necessary.

So hats off to you detailing ladies. I do not know that I have the stomach or fotitude to do your jobs some days! Next time you get your car detailed think of how it looked before and how it looked after and remember gratuities are almost always accepted and appreciated. :)

Amusing

I was stuck behind the slowest moving RV with a handicapped vanity license plate that said "TARD." It made me chuckle.

Change

I had to get change from the bank today. I had two checks to cash and a bag for them to put it in because I don't like walking around with bundles of money in public. However... Note to self. Not a bright idea to walk into a bank with a plastic bag and tell them to "Fill it up!" Oops :)

30 Days Till "Chicago"

OH Crap!! That was a wake up call. You see just a couple of days ago I looked at the website for a local dinner theater and saw that the auditions for the musical "Chicago" were tentatively going to be in mid July since the show would go up in Sept.

Today however, the site shows that the auditions will be May 3rd & 4th. They are combining them with auditions for "Into the Woods." This is a shocking wake up call. I was planning on having April, May and June to get closer to where I want to be in by the auditions.

Now I am facing 30 days. I know it's not really what Spark people is about, but I feel like I almost need to think of myself as being on The Biggest Loser for the next 30 days in order to feel like I am going to be in a better physical condition for this audition.

Usually in this case, the callbacks are much later (weeks or a month or two). Which means I would have a second opportunity to show the director my physical dedication to the project if I was in even better shape then. Right now I need to focus on creating the best impression I can in the next 30 days, and pray that it's good enough to get me called back.

I am calling on all Spark people who read my blog or are on my friends list. If you don't see a status or a blog from me each day, PLEASE call me out! I need your help. Self discipline is NOT my strongest asset. In fact, I'm not so sure I would even list it as one of my assets anymore.

I have copied color images the CD liner notes for both soundtracks and attached them to the fridge, my laptop and the shelves in the pantry. I have dusted off my Catherine Zeta Jones ("Velma Kelly") Doll and put her in an even more prominent location in my room. I have already gone for a 30 minute walk and did an additional 30 minutes of stretching and strength training to the big musical numbers from the movie. I feel like I am in the right frame of mind but as Velma sings, "Now you see me going through it. You may think there's nothing to it. But I simply can not do it ALONE!"

I Hate it When...

Someone (in this case my boss) says to you, "Have we need to talk...tomorrow."

AAaaaaack! Why? ABout what? What did I do? Why TOMORROW? Ugh!

Now I know today was April Fool's Day, but this wasn't a prank. Literally, as he was leaving for the day he said that. So I walked him out and told him that's really not cool. Don't leave something "heavy" in the air for me to stew over all night.

Ultimately, he tried to allay my fears with things like, "If I was going to fure you, I would have called you in today." Not his best work, but I believe he understood, that through no intentional malice he sent my anxiety over the deep end and my paranoia to new levels.

For anyone who has never had a full on, knock down, dragged out anxiety attack. Let me clue you in. It's true what they say that they can be mistaken for a heart attack. All I seemed to be missing was the shooting pain down the arm.

There was an immediate tightening in my chest and a shortness of breath. My legs felt like jelly when I went to move and there was this overwhelming urge to burst into tears. And of course, no paper bag to breathe into in sight.

GOd bless the makers of Klonopin. It seems to be all that "talked me back down."

What a Marshmallow!

This is day 3 of me being back on the exercise wagon. I lost 16 pounds and saw 3 of it creep back on ironically when I gave up eating cheese for Lent (40 days). It would seem, that I overcompensated with chocolate during the cheese drought.

I started with some power walking and then walked the dog and of course my old friend the elliptical. But tonight I tackled Paula Abdul's Cardio Dance. For a musical theater actress such as myself, it is very similar to an audition. She teaches you a combination slowly and then gradually increases the tempo. Then she strings the combinations together to form one total combination.

I completed all of the cardio portion and started the toning portion, but had already done thirty minutes so I stopped. I went into the bathroom, used my inhaler, drank some water and splashed cold water on my very flush face.

To look at me, you'd never know that I performed in "42nd Street," tap dancing my little heart out, five days a week for three months. I thought I was going to collapse.

With that in mind there is a show coming up later this summer that I will want to audition for ("Chicago"). But I would never survive the auditions or callbacks in this condition. So I will continue to do this dvd until it is easy and then move on to another one. I think this is going to be a good way to train for this audition AND continue with my weight loss/healthy lifestyle endeavors.

That's Gonna Cost You a Dollar

It's a rainy Monday at the car wash. The perfect day to be in the office getting paperwork done. I had just called my mom to see how she was doing and she was surprised to hear I was at work because it was raining. She had no sooner asked the question, "Who washes their car in the rain?" when the office phone rang.

A customer put a dollar in one of the vaccuums and it didn't start and it took her dollar. I said I would be righht out. I came out with another dollar and fed it into the machine. I sucked it in and spit it back out and then began to click. So I suggested that she pull over to one of the other machines and I would start it for her.

Then the customer says, "Well actually I think I'm going to go somewhere else. You see I didn't realize the hose was all wet and I don't want to drag it into my car and get it all wet and stuff."

So without and audible word I extended the lady the dollar. However, in my head I said, "Ok you can go some place else. But the fee for being stupid is a dollar. And believe me, you're getting off cheap!"

How could she NOT realize the hose would be wet? Hello?? You're about to vaccuum your car in the RAIN!!! Definately should have kept her dollar.

It's True What They Say...

You can squeeze in exercise in all sorts of places. It doesn't matter where you are. It doesn't HAVE to be 30 plus minutes of solid exercise to "count." And there is nothing quite like the feeling you get when you know you have just accomplished SOMETHING to contribute to your own healthy lifestyle and short and long term goals.

That's exactly what I did. I am at work today and it is painfully slow. So I put on my jacket and did laps around the car wash. I think I averaged 1 lap for each minute and a half. I walked for 20 minutes. Then I rewarded myself with 10 minutes of "Heavy Cleaning" to the inside of my OWN vehicle.

So now I've accomplished 30 minutes of cardio AND have a clean car. Now I will be able to go home this afternoon and nap "guilt free."

Not to mention, Sugar and I attended a fabulous wedding last night. ANd despite the "open bar" we did not indulge in anything but Pepsi and water with lemon, except for the sip of champagne for the toast. But we DID get in about 45 minutes of dancing. There is nothing like Lady Gaga, "Boogie Shoes," and some "Footloose" to get you up out of your chair and gettin' down on the dance floor with your heart rate thumping. I know I for one worked up a heck of a sweat!

Been Reading My Bible Again...

Sugar told me to start with the New Testament so that's where I have begun. But I would be remiss if I didn't share some of my thoughts or transalations with you.

I know Jesus likes to speak in parables but there is no denying that when you get right down to it He sounds a bit like a fancy fortune cookie. Which may be the reason His deciples had a tough time understanding Him.

I was also thinking about the whole "Love is patient" thing. Now it's obvious Jesus loved his deciples. But I tell you, those passages that say He left them and went up to the mountain to pray, He was praying to God for patience and asking Him, "Why on earth He sent Him THESE 12 chuckleheads that can't seem to get what I'm saying?"

There is another example of this when He sends them on ahead in the boat. He obviously needed to take a break from them so badly, that He gave them the only boat and decided it would be "easier" to walk on water than to be trapped in a boat with them and their inane questions.

Now keep in mind, this is just one theory. But the last chapter I read was "Beware the yeast of the Pharasies" and the deciples decided that what Jesus meant by that was that they had crossed the lake and not brought any bread. But He then corrects them and reminds them about the 4 loaves and the 4,000 people and the 7 loaves and the 5,000 people and all the leftovers and I almost feel as if that chapter, after Jesus corrects them, should end with Him saying "Duh!"

Why Would You Answer the Phone?

I am making courtesy calls today, and I am often baffled by the situations people tell me they are in when I reach them. Perhaps it's just a rouse to get me off the phone. But if you really are, "In an emergency room getting a cast put on your ankle," then why would you answer your cell phone... especially if you didn't recognize the number?

And my second thought is, if you just don't want to talk to me, why give me such an elaborate story?

RUDE!

Today was a beautiful, sun shiny day at the car wash. But despite all the sun and warmth there were a lot of crabby folks out. People my Sugar likes to refer to as "crab trees." It wasn't JUST that they were crabby, some of them were just down right rude.

Now I know I live in the south now, but I don't think I should ever have to say, "Didnjour mama teach you no better?" (At least not outloud or in public)

A big part of my job is to greet people at the car wash and present the "ongoing promotion" which is an unlimited monthly wash program. Now, most people just take the brochure, stare at it blankly and listen to my short but sensible shpeel. I actually had some guy (with a little boy in the backseat of his pick up truck) thrust it back at me and say, "Nah I won't be interested in that," and roll up his window.

As I waved and walked past his truck to the next car in line, I did notice that his plates were from Texas, but that's really no excuse.

One customer was having trouble getting his sticker to read at the terminal and called me on the phone in the office to help him. I heard someone else actually yelling at him, like he was doing something wrong. Something about he had a crying baby in the car. My thoughts are, "Then now probably isn't the best time for a carwash doofus! But don't harass the poor guy in front of you who was having troubles of his own." It's not like yelling at him was going to help the guy get through the wash any faster.

Why can't we all just be a little bit kinder to one another? How hard is that really? We don't know what you're going through personally today anymore than you know what we are experiencing today. But instead of just letting stress control us and lashing out at perfect strangers, wouldn't it stand to reason that if you exercised some patience or demonstrated some help or kindness to another human being that it might elevate your own spirits?

Perhaps I am just THAT naive, or maybe those Burberry sunglasses I wear outside are just too rose tinted. But I chose to smile at the rude man and wish him a good afternoon. I chose to upgrade the ding dong who did NOT follow my instructions and wait for me to tell him it was now okay to enter the wash after I reset it and consequently got stuck and I had to reset it AGAIN. I chose to help out my boss in little ways like doing an extra load of towels and setting up paperwork for tomorrow even though he seemed short with me and had a little attitude throughout the day.

And now I'm home, and this day is over and truthfully, right now, I just feel sad for the people who think they are too good, or too important, or can't be bothered with listening to me. After all, they are waiting in line at the carwash... did they have something better to do? But as someone in the sales/service industry I would never treat anyone else like that. It really doesn't matter who you are. Once upon a time your mother told you to be polite to other people. So listen and then say "No thank you."

That's all. It's really that simple. But there is really no reason to not show kindness. When last I checked kindness doesn't cost you anything.

Not From the Car Wash

Remember when you were a teenager? It doesn't feel that long ago does it? Do you remember the first time you thought you were in love? Were those times melodramatic and filled with angst?

I ask, because I am a mere bystander at the moment watching some teenage drama up close and too personal. He's grounded. No phone. No Ipod. No computer. No one allowed over. Completely cut off from the world and his "love" (girlfriend) completely.

So he "runs away" and rides his bike to her house. But he's not allowed in. So he sits in the driveway outside her house while they both pine away.

The teen I live with hears that he's been reported as a runaway, is going to get arrested, thrown out of his home and wind up in juvenille hall. (None of which turns out to be true) Later many of these people wind up in our home to sooth out the drama for the evening, only to have more of it surface today.

The boy shows up here to have his friend walk with him to get a haircut at the same time coincidentally the girlfriend shows up. He's not supposed to see her. She's not supposed be here and our teen is screaming at HIS mother.

It's all very Romeo and Juliet. I'm just waiting for the daggers and poison. The girlfriend is already crying suicide. But my point is, I don't remember this kind of drama as a young teenager in love. Maybe then it did seem like the end of the world if I was denied access to my boyfriend or friends. But I was never one to sneak around and break rules after being punished, it only prolonged the agony.

It wasn't that long ago... and yet this type of drama seems light years away. Today, relationships are far more complicated and worth so much more. We have bills, jobs, politics, religion and so much more. Some day, hopefully, they will look back and realize what is really important. In the meantime, I wish it was possible to enjoy the view from the cheap seats. But as an actor, I prefer to leave the drama for the stage.

The First Beautiful Day...

and I'm home sick from "food poisoning." The irony is not lost on me. But I will go in to work for one hour today to relieve my p.i.c. so that he can attend his son's scout ceremony. But why is it after 4-5 days of rain and hardly ANY activity at work, the sun comes out and my body decides to rebel? It just seems wrong. In the meantime, I am really tired again all of a sudden so I'm going to see if one of them that "power naps" I've heard tell of will actually work for me. Then with any luck I will have far more interesting things to say again.

3 Lack Luster Movies

Thanks to the two week free trial of Netflix I have seen a couple of movies. The first was The Stepfather. Not a bad suspense/thriller. However, after recently discovering the tv show Criminal Minds (hopelessly addictive by the way) I found that the movie was lacking any sort of back story on the main character.

Yes, at the beginning of the movie he has obviously murdered his family and changed his look and identity... but why? Was this the first time? Is the story he tells to pick up a new family the truth? What was the stressor that caused him to kill the previous family on Christmas morning? I just really found myself wanting to know more about his profile.

The second movie was Shutter Island starring Leonardo DiCaprio, Mark Ruffalo, and Ben Kingsley and directed by Martin Scorsese. It was a good movie, with lot's of twists and turns but the previews had giving the feel that there were supernatural elements to this film, which there were not. That didn't make it "bad" just not what we were expecting. Again, it was suspenseful and had some good twists but in the end, Sugar and I were thinking we would have written the ending to be different.

Lastly, we watched Motherhood with Uma Thurman, Anthony Edwards and Minnie Driver. If you are a mom you will probably relate to the stress and pressure that her character feels. You will empathize with her massive "to do" list, with her seemingly absent husband and her overwhelming sense of losing her sense of self. However, you will probably feel an enormous sense of relief that you are NOT a mother of two, living in two walk up, rent stabilized apartments in Greenwich Village dealing not only with the everyday stresses of motherhood, but with the unpleasantly portrayed personalities of her fellow New Yorkers. The woman standing behind her in line at the party store who, every time the line moved a little would snap, "The line's moving, move up! Move up!" made me so anxious I thought I might need a Klonopin to finish the movie. As if moving up those 18 inches was going to make all the difference in the world.

I will say that the husband did say all the right things and do the right thing at the right time. But once again, I'm not sure I would have ended the way it did.

Nothing has wowed me yet...

Random Thought

Why are the pages of the Bible thinner than tissue paper? I dislike it when I am trying to look something up and I feel like I could rip the pages if I'm not careful. I wonder if it's done that way so that you almost HAVE to be slow, gentle and thoughtful with it at all times. I think I'd be incredibly disappointed to find out the reason was something stupid like, that flimsy paper is cheaper to print it on.

You'd Be Surprised

at just how many people DON'T know how to USE a car wash. At least once a day (when the car wash is busy) a car will pull up to the office, completely covered in rainbow soap. The driver will emerge, shrug their shoulders and in a squeaky, sheepish voice say, "I don't know what I did?"

Typically this means the customer never stopped to actually let the car get washed. No way were they going to allow blinking red lights, stop signs or pressure pads slow them down. No indeed. I'm often surprised as people "Nascar" through the wash and then appear before me to tell me that our machine didn't wash their car.

Thankfully my mental "filter" is usually in place so I don't say to them, "You never gave it a chance! Now why don't we try this again and slow it down to the speed of light and see if we can't get your car clean this time."

Location, Location, Location...

While some of my musings may not actually take place here, I find on less busy days that I have far too much time to be left alone with my thoughts. And truth be told, I have more thoughts than you'd think. Song lyrics that murmur in the background suddenly penetrate the conciousness and take on new meaning. But that's not to say that everything I think or feel is "deep." I mean just how deep can I find a song called "Blah Blah Blah ?" But what I mean to do is get these thoughts OUT. ("If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to") -Breathe (2AM) by Anna Nalick.

That being said, I'm sure many of my rantings will be amusing, as once the moment has passed and I am looking back they can be quite funy. But at least now, they have a place to go instead of just rattling around in my over taxed brain.