Crayons are nice...
There was a cake accident this morning...I really don't want to talk about it.
I'm debating getting a second job this winter. Any suggestions? I'm really wanting just a couple nights a week. Or like a day and 2 nights...just something small to keep me occupied in the cold season. We'll see.
I'm going to be uber boring this next year...It's going to be my year of lots of savings. I feel the need to build up my money supply. I just have one of those feelings that it's going to be neccessary. End of story.
As my last adventure before I stopped with the wasting of money...I went to Cedar Point with some of my girlies. There were good times had by all. We ran into Pie and April...by ran in to I naturally mean that I saw them walking whilst in line for the Sky Ride. "Is that Pie and April?...IT IS! PIECHOCKI!!!!" Then we went to Denny's and ate food. Of course I saw someone I knew there too. I'm quite the popular gal. *smiles*
Tonight we talked about my lack of boyfriend...since at work today I was told that I have just been promoted to the WONDERFUL position of being the first one to get married. Wooo hooo...note the sarcasm. I hope they aren't expecting anything anytime soon, specially with how picky I am. Everyone and their brother has an opinion on who I should be with. It's actually a pretty small list with about 90% of the participants having the same choice in guy. Lucky me.
My doctor's office called today...here's the convo:
Me: "Hel-lo!" *whilst riding bike though TOH parking lot*
Lady: "This is Blah Blah from Dr. Blah Blah's office."
Me: "Oh, hi."
Lady: "Kristina?"
Me: "Yes?" *Slowing bike*
Lady: "I'm afraid we have some bad news..."
Me: *Comes to a dead stop and drops mouth* "Oh..."
Lady: "You're going to have to come in and redo that Pap."
Me: "OH! That's it! OK!"
Lady: "Sorry, I guess that means another trip to the stirrups for you."
Me: "I don't care about that, after all those colposcopies, Paps are nothing."
Then we went into discussing new dates...that however is not the point. WHO calls someone and announces that they have bad news?!?!?!?! Who does that!?! Seriously, I'm in the middle of that stupid 18 month deal and honestly...I know I question the idea of having children, but I would like to have the option. Besides...if you're calling a patient from a doctor's office I'm pretty sure the last thing you should be saying is that you have some bad news. Really now. I thought I was going to faint. Right there in the middle of the parking lot. I can safely say it was the single most heart dropping panic'd moment of my life. I wish to never experience that feeling EVER again.
Totally unrelated...my wallyball bruise is still quite purple and swollen. It's leftover from Tuesday and I might or might not be turning into a zombie. It's a really ugly bruise, but one of those great ones. It's so great that if you haven't seen it yet, I would make a point to try to see me in the next 48 hours so you can see it in all it's glory. It's that great of a bruise. People have physically flinched and have been taken aback by it. That's how awesome this bad boy is.
I'm debating getting a second job this winter. Any suggestions? I'm really wanting just a couple nights a week. Or like a day and 2 nights...just something small to keep me occupied in the cold season. We'll see.
I'm going to be uber boring this next year...It's going to be my year of lots of savings. I feel the need to build up my money supply. I just have one of those feelings that it's going to be neccessary. End of story.
As my last adventure before I stopped with the wasting of money...I went to Cedar Point with some of my girlies. There were good times had by all. We ran into Pie and April...by ran in to I naturally mean that I saw them walking whilst in line for the Sky Ride. "Is that Pie and April?...IT IS! PIECHOCKI!!!!" Then we went to Denny's and ate food. Of course I saw someone I knew there too. I'm quite the popular gal. *smiles*
Tonight we talked about my lack of boyfriend...since at work today I was told that I have just been promoted to the WONDERFUL position of being the first one to get married. Wooo hooo...note the sarcasm. I hope they aren't expecting anything anytime soon, specially with how picky I am. Everyone and their brother has an opinion on who I should be with. It's actually a pretty small list with about 90% of the participants having the same choice in guy. Lucky me.
My doctor's office called today...here's the convo:
Me: "Hel-lo!" *whilst riding bike though TOH parking lot*
Lady: "This is Blah Blah from Dr. Blah Blah's office."
Me: "Oh, hi."
Lady: "Kristina?"
Me: "Yes?" *Slowing bike*
Lady: "I'm afraid we have some bad news..."
Me: *Comes to a dead stop and drops mouth* "Oh..."
Lady: "You're going to have to come in and redo that Pap."
Me: "OH! That's it! OK!"
Lady: "Sorry, I guess that means another trip to the stirrups for you."
Me: "I don't care about that, after all those colposcopies, Paps are nothing."
Then we went into discussing new dates...that however is not the point. WHO calls someone and announces that they have bad news?!?!?!?! Who does that!?! Seriously, I'm in the middle of that stupid 18 month deal and honestly...I know I question the idea of having children, but I would like to have the option. Besides...if you're calling a patient from a doctor's office I'm pretty sure the last thing you should be saying is that you have some bad news. Really now. I thought I was going to faint. Right there in the middle of the parking lot. I can safely say it was the single most heart dropping panic'd moment of my life. I wish to never experience that feeling EVER again.
Totally unrelated...my wallyball bruise is still quite purple and swollen. It's leftover from Tuesday and I might or might not be turning into a zombie. It's a really ugly bruise, but one of those great ones. It's so great that if you haven't seen it yet, I would make a point to try to see me in the next 48 hours so you can see it in all it's glory. It's that great of a bruise. People have physically flinched and have been taken aback by it. That's how awesome this bad boy is.