Down on the corner
By the traffic light
Everybody's looking as she goes by
They turn their heads and they
Watch her 'till she's gone
Lord have mercy
Baby's got her blue jeans on
She can't help it if she's made that way
She's not to blame if they look her way
She ain't really trying to cause a scene
It just comes naturally, no the girl can't help it
I can't seem to get myself motivated to pack. I have five weeks to pack all of my stuff before we will theoretically be moving it into our apartment. Does anybody have any tips on where to start? The only thing I can think of is my books, but those'll be the last things to go. My sanity and composure goes way down if I'm not living with books. Perhaps my winter clothes... because going through my junk boxes just makes me nostalgic and I spend three hours on one little box. Heh, heh. The other problem is I have to get this done in the evenings after work, because I won't be quitting my job until a week before the wedding - which is when we're planning on moving everything.
After much pain and trepidation, my truck's air conditioner is now shiny and fixed. I've also got a new power steering hose and a pitman arm, whatever that is. So now I can drive my truck! Which, I did, today. Allll the way to Tomball (a big whopping 15 miles or some such). It's infinitely better to sit up high, lemme tell ya.
More good news: we switched back to Time Warner/Road Runner after a month-long fiasco with AT&T. They completely and totally suck. I'll still be using my gmail email, since I'm moving anyways, but at least my family won't have any problems to deal with when I move... other than Time Warner being bought out by Comcast, so everything'll change again in a month. But it'll be essentially the same service.
So this morning I got up an hour earlier than usual and rode with my mom all the way to the medical center (a good 45 minute drive and way too much gas) for a 5-minute check-up with the oral surgeon. He literally put on some gloves, opened my mouth, took a peek, took off his gloves, and sent me home. But, apparently my teeth (or lackthereof) are perfectly fine, so that's good I suppose... I only got to work 40 minutes late, too.
Eeeee!!! Pirates!! in TWO DAYS!
[I wrote this on the 22nd but didn't remember to post it until today, June 6th. So, here you go. Also - Jason picked the song. :-P]
(Watchya got)Jason got a job!! In CONROE! I'm ecstatic! And bouncing off the walls. This is beyond good, it's basically exactly what we wanted! Now we can start looking for an apartment, and I can transfer to St. Mark as soon as choir's over... oh my goodness, what a huuuuge relief!!
Quit my job flipped off the boss took my name of the payroll
Picked up my cell rang my baby's bell said I'm three miles from home
I said, sugar why don't you put on that sundress I like so much
Wait out by the road, I'm comin' to pick you up
Throw your suitcase in the back
Done gassed up the Pontiac
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash, headin' for the highway
Baby we ain't never comin' back
It's four hundred and sixty-seven miles to the outskirts of Las Vegas
What do you say we go get married by a preacher man that looks like Elvis
Sugar don't you worry 'bout tellin' your momma goodbye
We'll send her a souvenir postcard from the wild side
Throw your suitcase in the back
Done gassed up the Pontiac
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash, headin' for the highway
Baby we ain't never comin' back
He'll be working at Woodforest Bank, starting out as a credit analyst. Training will be in The Woodlands (which is where their corporate office is), but that's only 10-15 minutes from Conroe, so that's no big deal. His "main" branch will be in downtown Conroe.
This is just incredibly wonderful news...
I forgot to post this awhile ago when I first did it, so here's my peculiar aristocratic title:
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I told her way up yonder past the caution lightI'll try to keep the whining to a minimum... but ooowww. My mouth hurts. I got my wisdom teeth removed on Tuesday, and even though I think I've had a pretty easy time of it (based on what other people have told me about their experiences) I'm still pretty doggone miserable. It's the drugs that're killing me... the pain meds are making me nauseated when I read or look at the computer screen, but I can watch TV fine. Which would be why I haven't been online at all. Meh, hopefully it'll get better soon...
There's a little country store with an old Coke sign
You gotta stop in and ask Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea
Then a left will take you to the interstate
But a right will bring you right back here to me
Toniiiight Jason's coming to get me and I'm gonna go stay at his house 'till Saturday. He's graduating Saturday morning up at SHSU (I'm so proud of my boy!!), and then we're gonna have a par-tay for him in Conroe. So I'm looking forward to that!
I'm off to eat some jello and peaches...
Six o'clock on Friday eveningWell, Nea went and done gone bought a truck. WOOHOO!!! :-D For three grand I got m'self a '94 Chevy Silverado extended cab with a V8 engine and "a six foot bed that never has to be made"! I'm SO excited. Bouncing off the walls, in fact. Pictures are posted on my facebook if you wanna see!
Momma doesn't know she's leaving
'Til she hears the screen door slamming
Rubber squealin', gears a-jamming
Local country station just a-blaring on the radio
Pick him up at seven and they're headin' to the rodeo
Momma's on the front porch screamin' out her warning
Girl you better get your red head
Back in bed before the morning
Ain't going down 'til the sun comes up
Ain't givin' in 'til they get enough
Going 'round the world in a pickup truck
Ain't goin' down 'til the sun comes up
So basically, a guy at church bought a new truck and wanted to get rid of this one. It's been really well taken care of, and its engine is basically exactly like the one in Jason's truck, so he knows how to take care of it. Which is good, since I know nothing. O:-) I found out about it on Sunday and called about it, and then Jason and I went to look at it and drive it around the block on Wednesday. My mom thought for sure I'd take one spin around the block and hate it, but I rather like sitting up high. And the engine rumbles. It's cool, dude. So I signed the check and the title and viola! I have a truck! (Except now I have to go to one of them pesky county annexes and pay taxes and all that lovely stuff...)
After a minor squabble with Kinko's over the invitations (sometimes I wonder if I know more about computers than the "professionals"), they're now sitting pretty on the school room table. Soon we shall be sending them off...
This weekend I'm heading up to Conroe for three whole days! I'm very much excited. I took off of work on Monday the 7th (not to mention the whole rest-of-the-week for my wisdom teeth surgery), seeing as it's Jason and I's one year anniversary, and since he's only got one final in the morning I'm gonna go up to Huntsville with him and wander around SHSU's campus so I can report back to Zach. Jason and I haven't had a nice three-day weekend in awhile... we're hoping to get a bunch of stuff done that we haven't been able to do.
One last thought before I hit the sack: this week's Lost episode really made me reconsider the purgatory theory. It sounded really plausible after all that mess... oy.
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