America has lost its "Godfather of Soul".
While sitting in the car one day with my Uncle and Mother we got on the topic of "Christmas freaks who don't know when to stop decorating". After sharing a few different visuals of houses we've seen that have definitely gone overboard my Mom popped into the conversation randomly stating that our neighbors have so many blow ups; it's sick. A slightly long quiet pause happened for all of us to get a quick dirty image in our head and my Uncle being the smart ass that he is said, "I bet he has a Cindy blowup. I heard the Cindy blow up is a huge seller this year in Christmas decorations!"
My nail chipped in school one day, the whole day it was driving me insane until about 3rd period when I announced, to a Freshman that sits behind me, that my nails had been driving me insane all day and that I wished I had a nail filer. This was when she told me to hang on just a second and pulled out a nail filer...from underneath her bra. Now, I was faced with either not using her nail filer and continue going insane over a stupid nail or.. use the nail filer she just whipped out of her bra. I used the nail filer.
Sometimes working at an ice cream store gets boring during the winter. Sometimes you dance with co-workers to the same classic Christmas songs that have just been re-done by different artists numerous times. But, it's not everyday someone is sitting in their car and watches you from their car while you dance to pass the time and comes into the store and gives you a 3 dollar tip for doing so.
My friend, Amanda, just recently got her drivers license and we went out cruising the day before Christmas Eve. Throughout the day while cruising we called a lot of people assholes, smoked a lot, and pissed off a lot of old people with our "derrn loud music". Ontop of all of that though we founded a new holiday. We call it.....[drum roll.]..... The Eve Of Christmas Eve. Basically, it's a day for those who do not have to do their own taxes go out and do stuff they're not supposed to the day before you have to be all family oriented for the holidays.
Late on Christmas Eve my friend, Sarah Woody, and I made our gift swap. When I got home and was going through the items in my bag I came across her set of keys. I picked up the keys turned to my Dad and said, "Dad! Look, Sarah gave me her Saturn for Christmas!!" I called Sarah up to thank her for her more than generous gift and giggled for a while because her keys fell off her desk and into my Christmas present.
For Christmas it seemed like everyone decided to get Ashley incense which I have absolutely no problem with but, I'm proud to say I now own 137 incense sticks.
Christmas Eve my I.pod decided to die... but, unlike James Brown I was able to revive it. I felt like I had lost my puppy or something when my I.pod was just showing a gleaming white light. Once it decided to work again the following day after running it through a program I ran downstairs yelling "I found my puppy!!" Hey, you'll know what I'm talking about the day your I.pod stops working. But, out of all of this I believe I found a name for my I.pod..... Yeah, you guessed it. James Brown, you know.. because it died the same day as him.
Rest In Peace, Mr. Dynamite!
My nail chipped in school one day, the whole day it was driving me insane until about 3rd period when I announced, to a Freshman that sits behind me, that my nails had been driving me insane all day and that I wished I had a nail filer. This was when she told me to hang on just a second and pulled out a nail filer...from underneath her bra. Now, I was faced with either not using her nail filer and continue going insane over a stupid nail or.. use the nail filer she just whipped out of her bra. I used the nail filer.
Sometimes working at an ice cream store gets boring during the winter. Sometimes you dance with co-workers to the same classic Christmas songs that have just been re-done by different artists numerous times. But, it's not everyday someone is sitting in their car and watches you from their car while you dance to pass the time and comes into the store and gives you a 3 dollar tip for doing so.
My friend, Amanda, just recently got her drivers license and we went out cruising the day before Christmas Eve. Throughout the day while cruising we called a lot of people assholes, smoked a lot, and pissed off a lot of old people with our "derrn loud music". Ontop of all of that though we founded a new holiday. We call it.....[drum roll.]..... The Eve Of Christmas Eve. Basically, it's a day for those who do not have to do their own taxes go out and do stuff they're not supposed to the day before you have to be all family oriented for the holidays.
Late on Christmas Eve my friend, Sarah Woody, and I made our gift swap. When I got home and was going through the items in my bag I came across her set of keys. I picked up the keys turned to my Dad and said, "Dad! Look, Sarah gave me her Saturn for Christmas!!" I called Sarah up to thank her for her more than generous gift and giggled for a while because her keys fell off her desk and into my Christmas present.
For Christmas it seemed like everyone decided to get Ashley incense which I have absolutely no problem with but, I'm proud to say I now own 137 incense sticks.
Christmas Eve my I.pod decided to die... but, unlike James Brown I was able to revive it. I felt like I had lost my puppy or something when my I.pod was just showing a gleaming white light. Once it decided to work again the following day after running it through a program I ran downstairs yelling "I found my puppy!!" Hey, you'll know what I'm talking about the day your I.pod stops working. But, out of all of this I believe I found a name for my I.pod..... Yeah, you guessed it. James Brown, you know.. because it died the same day as him.
Rest In Peace, Mr. Dynamite!