Interesting weekend ... (to me, anyway)
Well, Cassandra decided to have a brain fart or something and suddenly took me off of her friends list on here and on LJ ... then leaves a message saying "Take me off of your friends list, unless you can tell me why you can stay".
What is it with people thinking that their friends list is so important? And I'm not just talking about her, I'm talking about everyone. "I'm doing a friends list cut, if you think you should stay, tell me why". Why should I have to explain? Maybe I find your life very interesting. Maybe I care about you. Maybe I just want to know what's going on in your life. If you don't think I'm important enough, then just TELL me that and move on. I don't think I should have to explain myself. In fact, I KNOW that I don't have to explain myself.
Brooke and I busted our butts yesterday, and my shoulder is KILLING ME. I think I may have slept on it wrong. Anyway, we both slept in, then we got up and cleaned the jeep out--a trial in itself--then we went to my uncle's house and got a new leather chair and ottoman. It's very nice, and I am in love with it. My cats, however, are not. They are very upset that I got rid of the recliner. It does not matter to them that the recliner is busted. It matters that it was Sam's hiding spot and that Izzy liked to sit on it. I guess they will adjust. I have to clean their cat boxes today, and it's the whole 'dump it all out and start with fresh litter' cleaning, so maybe they'll forgive me.
After we got the chair, we took Justin and the boys some cheeseburgers, then we came up here, got the chair inside somehow, and then loaded the jeep back up with laundry. We did laundry until about 5:30, then we went to walmart so I could get some new shirts for my new job.
By the way, Woodie asked me to stay, and I was very, very confused. I was praying about it, and I said "Lord, I know that you don't give us coincidental signs, but I need some help here." Then my phone rang, and it was Brooklyn. She helped me make up my mind. The Lord may not send us signs, since He has given us everything we need to know in the Bible, but I guess he sends us help. :o)
Anyway, when we got back from walmart, we got the recliner out onto the porch, along with the old rickety crib and a giant picture that I don't want. The cats are still upset.
Then our engery was pretty much drained. I got the dishwasher unloaded and refilled--that reminds me, I need to run it--and I got some clothes put away and when Justin got home I got the bed made.
But I still have a lot to do, so I guess I'd better get off of here.
I have an outfit picked out for tomorrow, I hope that it's 'business casual' enough. I was thinking about it, and aside from running Martin Brock in college, I've never had a desk/office job. I have no idea what I'm doing!!!!
What is it with people thinking that their friends list is so important? And I'm not just talking about her, I'm talking about everyone. "I'm doing a friends list cut, if you think you should stay, tell me why". Why should I have to explain? Maybe I find your life very interesting. Maybe I care about you. Maybe I just want to know what's going on in your life. If you don't think I'm important enough, then just TELL me that and move on. I don't think I should have to explain myself. In fact, I KNOW that I don't have to explain myself.
Brooke and I busted our butts yesterday, and my shoulder is KILLING ME. I think I may have slept on it wrong. Anyway, we both slept in, then we got up and cleaned the jeep out--a trial in itself--then we went to my uncle's house and got a new leather chair and ottoman. It's very nice, and I am in love with it. My cats, however, are not. They are very upset that I got rid of the recliner. It does not matter to them that the recliner is busted. It matters that it was Sam's hiding spot and that Izzy liked to sit on it. I guess they will adjust. I have to clean their cat boxes today, and it's the whole 'dump it all out and start with fresh litter' cleaning, so maybe they'll forgive me.
After we got the chair, we took Justin and the boys some cheeseburgers, then we came up here, got the chair inside somehow, and then loaded the jeep back up with laundry. We did laundry until about 5:30, then we went to walmart so I could get some new shirts for my new job.
By the way, Woodie asked me to stay, and I was very, very confused. I was praying about it, and I said "Lord, I know that you don't give us coincidental signs, but I need some help here." Then my phone rang, and it was Brooklyn. She helped me make up my mind. The Lord may not send us signs, since He has given us everything we need to know in the Bible, but I guess he sends us help. :o)
Anyway, when we got back from walmart, we got the recliner out onto the porch, along with the old rickety crib and a giant picture that I don't want. The cats are still upset.
Then our engery was pretty much drained. I got the dishwasher unloaded and refilled--that reminds me, I need to run it--and I got some clothes put away and when Justin got home I got the bed made.
But I still have a lot to do, so I guess I'd better get off of here.
I have an outfit picked out for tomorrow, I hope that it's 'business casual' enough. I was thinking about it, and aside from running Martin Brock in college, I've never had a desk/office job. I have no idea what I'm doing!!!!