I can't believe I have not posted since May, but, it's true...
For about a year, I stopped eating eggs, or, avoided eating eggs when I could. There was no way I was giving up deserts that had eggs cooked into them but I would not eat eggs in their regular form. Ever. Why? because they grossed me out. They still gross me out. But, the other day, not yesterday but the day before, I -purposely- got out the eggs and cooked one for lunch. God made eggs to be eaten *I think*
so I said to myself that I should eat them. It has never been the flavor that I disliked. Anyway, I think I am an egg eater, now.
*cringes*
Last night was ka-ra-zy. On our way home from hanging out with some friends (this is at 11:50 at night) Stephanie and I got ourselves in a bit of a mess. I asked her if she was sure she knew where she was going and where we were at and she assured me things were cool. Well it turned out that she was right, but as I was about to take a sigh of relief, I gasped. Like this...*GASP*
On the highway we were on there were two options, go to Tampa or go to St. Pete. Well OUR exit to St. Pete was CLOSED. It was blocked off by these sparkly pink flare lights that at any other moment, I would have thought cool. BUT NO. Oh yes, there was a sign that warned about the closed exit, but where was it located? WHERE?!?. Right in front of the sparkly pink lights! Well THANKS for telling us NOW so that we CAN NOT turn around. It sure is a good thing that you had that sign right by the barracade or else we would have just drove OVER IT. NOT!. I had not given up all hope though. There HAD to be another exit Somewhere, right? Heh, NO. so there we are as the clock turns 12 and we realize our doom. We would have to go aLLL the way across the bridge to Tampa, and aLLL the way back. Not to mention we running barely above empty on gas. There was no getting out of this, we had called our dad to make sure. Thank the Lord for music. So as we near the end of the bridge I expect us to start looking for a gas station and suggested that we should, but my sister decides to take the immediate u-turn to get back on the other side of the bridge. It turns out her her motto when it comes to gas is "how low can you go."
Joy to the World. As we are driving on the side of the bridge that leads to home sweet home, I see broken down cars on the side of the bridge and wonder if our turn to get stranded was next. Thankfully, it wasn't and after a 30 minute detour we pulled into our street at 12:25 am. wow.
so I said to myself that I should eat them. It has never been the flavor that I disliked. Anyway, I think I am an egg eater, now.
*cringes*
Last night was ka-ra-zy. On our way home from hanging out with some friends (this is at 11:50 at night) Stephanie and I got ourselves in a bit of a mess. I asked her if she was sure she knew where she was going and where we were at and she assured me things were cool. Well it turned out that she was right, but as I was about to take a sigh of relief, I gasped. Like this...*GASP*
On the highway we were on there were two options, go to Tampa or go to St. Pete. Well OUR exit to St. Pete was CLOSED. It was blocked off by these sparkly pink flare lights that at any other moment, I would have thought cool. BUT NO. Oh yes, there was a sign that warned about the closed exit, but where was it located? WHERE?!?. Right in front of the sparkly pink lights! Well THANKS for telling us NOW so that we CAN NOT turn around. It sure is a good thing that you had that sign right by the barracade or else we would have just drove OVER IT. NOT!. I had not given up all hope though. There HAD to be another exit Somewhere, right? Heh, NO. so there we are as the clock turns 12 and we realize our doom. We would have to go aLLL the way across the bridge to Tampa, and aLLL the way back. Not to mention we running barely above empty on gas. There was no getting out of this, we had called our dad to make sure. Thank the Lord for music. So as we near the end of the bridge I expect us to start looking for a gas station and suggested that we should, but my sister decides to take the immediate u-turn to get back on the other side of the bridge. It turns out her her motto when it comes to gas is "how low can you go."
Joy to the World. As we are driving on the side of the bridge that leads to home sweet home, I see broken down cars on the side of the bridge and wonder if our turn to get stranded was next. Thankfully, it wasn't and after a 30 minute detour we pulled into our street at 12:25 am. wow.