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Ode to Fallers...

Hello folks! Yes, it has been a while hasn't it? I do apologize. This thing called school started up again, and the ball is really rollin' now. So, on a related note I am going to talk about something that happened today. It is in coorelation with my title. You can take a stab at it if you'd like. It is something that has happened to all of us. It is inevitable, and unnavoidable. It almost always happens at the worst possible time. It is unsuspected. You will never catch it before it gets the best of you. It is....a fall. Yes, an un-smooth superman leap that lands you on your face. Some call it "bustin ass". A halfsy trip-slip I call the "Michael Jackson slide".

Anyway, there were a few girls that had the privelege of viewing my "busting of the ass" today. Unfortunately the one girl I wasn't particularly fond of. Also unfortunately the building is made of a glass material...yeesss...everything is visible to evvverrryybody! So, I was traveling into this building (as it has most of my classes) and as incompetent designers will have it the entrance floor is made of tile. That's right. In Florida they chose TILE as a walkway outdoors. Either way, I safely completed my journey down the stairs. Ironic as that may be. I began to trot across the tile when my right foot found a small puddle of water(apparently). Before I realized what had happened I was on all fours. My mind had been busy with other things. And my friend had left me just seconds before the occurence. Thank God. So, I must've detected the slip of my shoe because I made a rather high pitched "oop" noise as I began to go down. It caught me totally off guard. Once my leg decided to leave me, I could do nothing but follow my body to the ground.

There is no saving grace here. Honestly, when you take a fall, and I don't mean a stumble or a trip...but a real fall...you kind of lose something. Of course there is the humiliation factor. Depending on who was around, and who saw the fall your reputation could be seriously tainted. If you fall in a place where you commonly visit, you WILL be seen there again. And God be with you if the witnesses are low level aquaintances or hopeful love interests, cuz you will then forever be known to them as "that girl who busted her ass". Yep, it's over.

So, what are you to do? Nothing much can be done folks. As I stated, a fall is something we cannot control. Your time will eventually come to take a tumble, but until then there are a few things you can do.

1. Watch your friggin' feet!!! Where you step will make or break a fall. Be the tree stump.

2. Wear shoes that don't slip or get slippery in the rain. Flops and such make walking on tile, or oil slicked streets an accident waiting to happen.

3. Take your bloody time you fools! Being in a rush up and down stairs can land you with a broken neck or bruised ego. Take your time in bumpy places. This means allowing extra time if you anticipate stairs on your journey.

4. Ding! Take an elevator. No walking= zero probability of falling (for most ppl anyway).

5. Be good for goodness sake. Karma is a bad lil demon, and it is real folks. If you ROFL at a chubby girl who busts her ass you can bet your clock will start tickin'.

6. What if God was one of us? He would point and laugh too. But if you pray a lil more and curse a lil less it is likely that he will be a lil more lenient.


It happened to me, so don't think it can't happen to you. God Speed.

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The Georgia Rain

I will begin tonight's post by giving some praise to Trisha Yearwood. She is a classic country diva, and she has managed to turn out some of the most amazing hit songs in her career. For no reason other than its beautiful tone and lyrics, I have selected her new single Georgia Rain as my favorite country song of the week. It's soothing, yet touching melody will take you away from all that is on your mind. For you virgins to the song, I have placed the lyrics below. All can somehow relate to this one. Go Trisha! Sound Bite Coming

Georgia Rain
1st Verse
Barefoot in the bed 'a your truck
On a blanket lookin' up
Half a moon peekin' down at us
From underneath the clouds
Teenage kids sneakin' out again
Heard the thunder rollin' in
We were fallin' the moment when
It all came pourin' down
1st Chorus
The Georgia rain
On the Jasper County clay
Couldn't wash away
What I felt for you that day
Just you and me down an old dirt road
Nothin' in our way
Except for the Georgia rain
2nd Verse
Cotton fields remember when
Flash 'a lightnin' drove us in
We were soaked down to the skin
By the time we climbed inside
And I don't remember what was poundin' more
Heart in my chest or the hood of that Ford
As the sky fell in, the storm clouds poured
Worlds away outside
2nd Chorus
The Georgia rain
On the Jasper County clay
Couldn't wash away
All the love we made
Just you and me down that old dirt road
No one saw a thing
Except for the Georgia rain
3rd Verse
Screen door flappin' in the wind
Same ol' house I grew up in
Can't believe I'm back again
After all these years away
You fixed your Daddy's house up nice
I saw it yesterday when I drove by
Looks like you've made youself a real good life
What else can I say
Tag Chorus
The Georgia rain
On the Jasper County clay
Couldn't wash away
The way I loved you to this day
The ol' dirt road's paved over now
Nothin' here's the same
Except for the Georgia rain


Now, Now...Let us away. After an unnecessary "holiday" break, school shall kick back in session tomorrow. I am so not looking forward to it. A day of Dr. Flagadoodle (name changed to protect the freaky). Don't get me wrong, I do think the woman is brilliant, but she is also a large scary person. I try not to make direct eye contact, for fear she will start talking about her size again. She must be pushing the approximate weight of a small elephant. And she insists on openly discussing it! It wouldn't be so bad if she didn't continuously sit 'atop the tables and slip her hand down her giant skirt to adjust her undergarments....in front of us.

I should be thankful. As arduous as I make it out to be, the opposite days are worse. 3 classes I have. Beginning with an 8am'er. Here's a funny thing...this guy...my 8am professor, insists on having a seating chart put into place next class session. Have you heard of anything so ludicrous in a college classroom? I mean, we're all adults here. Things happen... it's a large class...should somebody want to switch around, or for what ever reason doesn't want to sit in the same damn seat every day, its their bleepin right, thank you. He claims it's for memorization of names, pah! I think he has control issues.

Ikes alou!

Anyhow, I shall be popping up a new blog soon. I am discussing it with somebody who is going to assist me in it's introduction, so it's best not to speak of the content just yet. Plus, my blog followers may be a tad surprised. So stay tuned...to quote the movie of the night..."All shall reveal itself in due course." -EVER AFTER Eh he... For those who have seen it, he was suuuuch the sexy bitch. Mmmmm.


~Night Y'all~

If you are un-parking, they will come...

Yes, yes...it is that time again! School is back. Students will flock. All will try to cram into the little parking lot. It is the best one on campus. The one by the building with ALL OF MY CLASSES. I'm thinking, only people who are a part of the Mass Comm. program should be permitted to park there. The madness has already started with the freshman. You'd think they'd be reluctant to jump into the game of bumper cars we all play in the lots, but they apparently have no reservations. Cocky lil bastards. I had two freshman on either side of me the first day (their bulbous backpacks and Hollister shirts ratted them out). They two-wheeled into the open spaces so unnecessarily close that I couldn't crack my door enough to get out without the old squeeze and roll maneuver. Which, mind you, I should not have to be breaking out the first day back to hell.
Either way, it has returned. Pride fills me in shades of gold and green. HA right.

So, the first week wasn't bad. I mean, it was average. I got lucky switching and swapping out my classes at the last minute. Once we get rollin'...woo...momma will be 'abusy.

Switching Topics:

Leading into this weekend. Does anyone ever notice that people who work in a coffee shop almost have to be uniquely strange? I am not dissing coffee shop employees, but I noticed today. After having vistited one myself, I ran into an old friend who is notorious for his unique strangeness. Ironically, also now a manager of a local coffee shop. He has always been one who didn't care what people thought of him. But he wasn't ever doing it to get attention. There are a lot of strange people who just seem to be screaming "Hey, look at me!" But my friend, as well as the unique coffee shop folks I am referring to, are different. He has his own aura of...Originality. He takes on the thick glasses, shaggy highlighted hair, anorexic kind of look. So glancing at him you may assume him to be, shall we say a "freak". On the contrary, he is one of the most lovable, compassionate, intelligent people I have ever met. So, maybe the odd uniquely strange coffee shop people are as well, angels in disguise. Just a little food for thought. Maybe next time you visit a coffee shop, you'll think differently eh?

I must go now...till next time!

Burger King Rebuttal: "Have It Your Way?"

Let me start by informing you that this blog is not only an account of an extremely rude event that occurred today, but a post in opposition to my dear friend Chris's most recent post (who was with me at the time of the incident).
My dear friend's Liz, Chris and I had not had lunch together since the spring semester ended, and so last night Chris petitioned us to do so this afternoon. I was set to get off work at 1pm and Liz had to go in at 5pm, so we shot for 2:30pm. Liz and I had recently seen the advertisement for Burger King's new chicken fries, which we both agreed looked scrumptious, and we talked Chris into going there. Now mind you, Liz and I are normally fervent BK snubbers, (our fat asses prefer Wendy's ;) but we really did want to try those chicken fries. So, we met at the nearest BK at the scheduled time. Apparently, Chris had been already waiting (creepily) inside at a table. Knowing what he wanted already we filed into the BK line and he ordered first. Liz and I decided on the chicken fry meal which came with the the chicken, a choice of 6 sauces, a fry and a drink. Chris was served first and stepped aside. There were about 3 young girls working the front counter, and the one who cashiered asked us if we wouldn't mind our orders on the same tray. Seeing as how we ordered separately and paid separately I would have considered us two separate customers, but nonetheless they didn't wait for a response before shoving our food on the same small tray. Next, Moe, BK worker #2 twisted around to hand us our overloaded tray and in the process knocked one of the fries over. Spilling them all over the tray and half onto the floor, she makes an annoyed grumble. Curly, the cashier and idle Larry stand aside and laugh, and then Curly says "Hey 'Moe', just give them a new fry". Instead of listening to Curly, obviously the brighter bulb of the three, Moe turns around with a disgruntled look on her face, scoops a cup of new fries up, and just tosses them onto the greasy thin lined tray. Not in a box, nope. She just threw them on the tray and slapped it down in front of us as Larry and Curly tried to stifle their giggles. As appalled as I was, Liz made the most disgusted face and managed to squeak out, "that's disgusting". Curly looked at us as we were in awe of what had so rudely occurred. Shocked, we turned and walked to our table. After a moment of sitting and pondering, the incident fueled my fire enough to go back up to the counter and confront the situation. I was met half way by Curly, who had a new half-full box of fries in hand. She knew we were angry, and handed me the piddly box with a sarcastic smirk and walked off. Despite our irritation, Liz and I gave into hunger and began to eat. While of course re-hashing the event in order to ensure ourselves that what Moe did was exceptionally rude. We were reassured as I looked to the front and noticed the trio standing in a huddle staring at us. They knew what we were talking about, and my ear caught phrases like "Chill the hell out" coming from their direction. By this time I was ready to go up there and put fear into some teeny boppers, when Chris laughed and blurted, "Wouldn't it be funny if she said, (referring to the fries) 'It's either those or the ones on the floor'?" Our mouths gaped open as Liz and I verbally jumped Chris and forced him to admit the truth. Moe had said that exact thing presuming none of us could hear her. Throughout the meal we were of course so appalled by what had occurred we discussed a need for a further course of action. Liz and I both have jobs that deal with customer service, and I also deal with food service. We agreed, as we already knew, that neither of us would ever speak to or treat a customer in such a manner. I, myself had just come from work. Having put up with people all day, and putting on my smile for the scum of public society I was not even prepared to tolerate this adjunct bullshit* (for lack of a better word). Chris continued to mock us and disagree with everything we said or felt about the matter. Even after agreeing momentarily that it was rude, he REFUSED to BACK UP his BEST FRIENDS' plan of action to confront a manager, or higher BK authority of the situation. After keeping an eye on a middle aged man who looked to be a manager of some power, Liz and I approached him at the counter. Liz began by frustratingly laying out the incident, stating how dissatisfied we were and informing him of Moe's smart mouthed comment that Chris (who was now hiding in the back) overheard. Bubble head asst. manager didn't bat an eye, and with no expression asked us to repeat the fry incident again. By then, a few freshly clocked in associates began scuttling around to listen. I re-stated very slowly what had occurred and then pointed out once again that we both work in customer service and were not only disappointed in the service, but were appalled by the actions of his associates and felt very uncomfortable and even offended in his restaurant. He smugly apologized and asked us if we could identify the person mainly responsible. We looked for Moe for about a minute, and were about to give up when she popped through the service door. Liz pointed a finger at her, and the girl stopped like a deer in the headlights. "I think it was you. Right? With the fries," Liz said, calmly accusing her. The asst. manager assured us with a sulken face that he would get to the bottom of it, and didn't even turn around to look at the girl we identified. How's that for making amends eh? Boy, I feel better now. Honestly, a little enthusiasm or sympathy when customers come to you goes a long way pal. That's NOT good management. Then again, I should be shocked he didn't join in laughing with Moe, Larry and Curly. So, who knows what'll happen. Liz wants to write Burger King Corp., and I support her. I guess that's just what we get. It is BK after all.

This is my man...lookin' sooo very sexy! ; )  

Backstreet's Back Alright!

So, over the weekend I had a reunion with my husband of ten years, Kevin Richardson. He was playing with his band, the Backstreet Boys at the Ford Amphitheatre. The concert was fun, because honestly seeing them again and rekindling what we had...*sigh...priceless. The climate could've been a tad nicer. It was an open dome in the middle of July in Florida. It shouldn't surprise you that they were actually taking people out in stretchers. Anyway, to read more about the actual concert read my friend Liz's blog.
The fun story I wanted to share was about a couple of my work buddies who also attended the concert. We'll call them Roseanne and Grace. Roseanne and Grace are sisters, R is 21 and G is 19. They both work with me in the bakery and share a love for BSB. The issue at hand, speaking to both of them separately, seemed to be that Grace was always jealous of Roseanne. They are sisters, and they should love each other. BUT there has always been this silent resentment between them because Grace is, how shall we say, a little less dainty and feminine than Roseanne. Just a tad. Roseanne is also older, and has had many men under her belt. Contrary to her sister Grace who's had none. That's right....zippo. Being 19 I guess one could see how she could become so bitter towards her more endowed sister, but what transpired in my opinion wasn't acceptable. I went with a couple of friends to BSB, and R & G went together. I questioned R about how she thought this would turn out considering G's typically jealous rampages. She gave her sister the benefit of the doubt that she would be normal for a night. So, Making a long story shorter, when we arrived G and R called me about a dozen times each so we could wave at each other from our seats. We did eventually spot each other, then the pre-acts began. Right before BSB was set to take the stage, Roseanne calls me in a panicked voice telling me Grace managed to slip into a restricted section up front. "Oh, that's great!" I said, as I assumed she was with her. Roseanne then told me that Grace had actually gone down there without telling her that she was meeting up with two friends who knew an usher that planned to sneak them in closer. So, Grace knowlingly abandoned her sis and got herself into this great position at the stage to sit with her two friends. When Roseanne called wanting to know where her beloved sister had gone, Grace let her know that she now had better seats and wasn't coming back. Roseanne wanted to join her, but Grace emphatically replied with a negative. Telling Roseanne that her friends already "risked a lot" getting her in there, and they didn't want to risk sneaking Roseanne in. So, Roseanne was left sitting in an ass back section alone as her sister guiltlessly slumbered at the foot of the stage. Happy Grace called me as my party was leaving the concert to tell me about her adventure, but feeling bad for Roseanne I cut her off with "How could you do that to your sister?!" She mumbled a long excuse I could barely make out and ended it with an accusing, "You would have done it too!" I confidently replied, "Hell no I would not", and bid her good night. This controversial scenario has been debated over for the last couple of days, and I feel that what occurred was morally wrong, and perhaps qualifies as chick betrayal. Seriously...If you disagree I want to hear from you. Either way, tell me what you think. Is leaving a sister or a friend alone at a concert for a closer look honorable??? I'm looking forward to your input.

Welcome to Life. I'll Be Your Host, Mr. Hypocrisy.

You know it's quite funny. From the very day we are born we experience contradictions in life. They start small with things such as: "Child! Don't eat that cookie before dinner!"...opposing..."You're only a kid once". Later, the contradictions grow into mind boggling scenarios that can puzzle one for hours should they attempt to analyze it. One of the biggest wonkers that had me confused as a kid was, "If your friends jump off a cliff are you gonna' do it too?" Well, my answer was always "sure". Because I knew I'd fall into the river at the bottom of it where I could just "go with the flow". No wonder some (who's kidding, most) of America's youth are so screwed up. If you don't know who you are growing up you're SOL.

.....WoRk iN pRoGrEsS.......Later

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