Eight

I always wonder about reading. Why do I read so much? Why not more tv or video games or computer games?
Eh.
It's getting to where I read 2 books a week. Like, 400 page books. The ladies at the library are looking at me funny. And I doubt it's because I have henna on my arms, and when it has faded some, it looks like I have a skin disease. I come back the next day and it's fresh, once again!

Now I'm reading The Little Lady Agency by Hester Browne. I'm really into British writers right now. Next I'm off to The Dowry Wife.

Ooooh, fascinating, I know!

Seven

It's so strange getting set up on a date with someone that you don't even know, that doesn't even speak the same language as yourself.

That happened to me on Sunday. A friend of my mother's married an Arab from Jordan. He has three sons, of which she adopted right after the marriage. Myself, mom, and mom's friend were all having lunch this past Sunday. The friend told me that she had just gotten the approval from immigration for the adoption, which she applied for years and years ago. Now it is her duty to find wives for her new three sons, of which has been given to her from her husband.

She told me that her oldest son and I would be perfect together. But he doesn't speak English. And I'm 5 years older than him.

I told her that I'd corrupt him. Somehow. Oh yeah.

Six

I finally got my gift card to Barnes & Noble in the mail. I should have gotten it about two months ago. It came from one of those point reward systems that I have through my AmEx. I had to call and put in about a month ago to complain, stating that I had not received it yet.

Crappy part about them, however, is that the number they have stated ONLINE, is to a mortgage company. AHAHHA. Seriously now? And the lady at the mortgage said that she gets calls all the time asking for AmEx. When I finally did get in touch with them, I told them that the number they have online is incorrect and they said they'd look into it.

I wonder how long that is going to take them.

Five

What's the deal with salesmen? My clinic joined the Chamber of Commerce and so now we go to those monthly meetings and have dinner and socialize.

So last Thursday we went to one of the meetings. We met a few people, chatted, and had some cookies. One man in particular, as salesman for a local phone book, chatted us up for at least 30 minutes, completely bougarting the salsa and chip table, as well as myself and the doctor.

Well, today he called asking if he could come by and just have a little chat. I said yes, told him to come just after lunch, and he could speak to the doctor and myself.

Little chat my ass.

He stayed for at least an hour, even with us telling him that we have patients arriving, we need to get back to them. "But, oh just wait," he would say, "I have one more story to tell!" We finally got him to leave, with him insisting on a call back later in the day, suggesting we purchase some ad space in the next print edition of the phone book. hA.

Does he seriously think that he's going to win us over with his annoying charm and persistent chatter, that we'll finally agree to do business with him? I guess so. However, we will not be purchasing any ad space. The sign on the door is enough.

Four

Strangest thing happened just a bit ago. I went on a quick coffee run and decided to stop by one of the resale shops that is down the street. I find two cool paintings with frames that can be converted into bubbleart and go forth to purchase.

Now, this is the strange part.

I'm at the check out and there are two older retired age ladies behind the counter, both being maybe 70-75ish or so. I give them the money and they both start to stammer around, wondering what to do about how to get the out of the establishment. As in, they don't have bags large enough to put the two paintings in! *gasp* I say to the ladies that I can carry them out, no problem. They both look at me in astonishment, saying, "You mean you don't need a bag to carry them? Well, how are you going to get them to your car?!?!" Befuddled, I respond politely, "Um, the same way I've been carrying them around the whole time I've been in your store today: with my HANDS."

The older lady got all wide-eyed and had one of those Oprah Ah-HA moments. Now, I'm no physicist, but is it that hard to carry out purchases, sans bag, with your hands? I mean, we are blessed with an opposable thumb, ya know.

Three

So I'm going to take up competitive coffee drinking. If it's not a sport already, then it should be. Back in the days of living in Alaska, I'd drink at least 80 ounces of coffee a day. Now before you get all medical on me, do note that I was gracious enough to my liver to drown it out with a bowl of ice cream in the evening. And maybe some watermelon.

I'm up to quite a few cups again, but not the 80 ounces. Granted, drinking more and more of it then made me even thirstier. So, what would I do to combat that? Why drink more coffee, of course!

I'm not so sure how long I'll last doing it at this rate, though. We'll see, oh we will see.

Two

What is it with smokers and outdoor tables that compels them to methodically adorn the top of the table with their cigarette butts after they've smoked them? You know those table I'm talking about...the black ones with diamond shaped grooves on the top. I was going into a coffee shop this afternoon and my favorite coffee girl was there outside the entrance smoking. And what did she have smashed into those cute little diamond shaped grooves? Three butts.

Is this like a trophy or something? Where you have to show off to the world how much you've damaged your lungs today? And I thought I was a caffeine addict! Noooo no no. Right after she put one out (on the bottom of her shoe, ick!) she lit up another one!

I guess she has to stock up before going back to work and deal with the dredges of society that need their caffeine fix. I feel bad for her though; she's been there for over a year and still hasn't found a different job, although she mentions getting a new one at least once a week.



Mmm dinner time almost. I wonder if it will be a continuation of chicken and rice, quite the staple lately.

Pie sounds better.

One

I saw the funniest photo of a cat today. It was stuffed inside a window sill, scrunching up the blinds in the utmost perfect proportion. I almost fell out of my chair from my side-cringing laughs.
I remember the cats I used to have when I was a kid: Sugar and Tigger. They were so cute; fluffy, white fur and fat, with yellow eyes. We had to keep the blinds up constantly so they wouldn't be ruined from their chubby little bodies wanting to look outside at the pretend birds and squirrels that ran across our yard.
Makes me want a cat again. Just not littler box duty and hair always being on my clothes. One time I was in the shower cleaning out my belly button. What did I find inside? White cat hairs...eek. Seriously, how did that get inside there?