Doctor What?

One thing I really despise is going to the doctor. I had an appointment today-not for anything major. My appointment was at 11, so I thought I'd be nice and arrive like 15 minutes early so that they could get all my paper work processed and could get me in to my appointment on time.

WRONG.

Thirty minutes pass, and I am starting to get a little antsy. By the time 45 minutes passes, I'm sending text messages to friends letting them know how annoyed I am. After an hour, that's right-an hour, of just sitting there watching many people come and go before me, my patience is flat out gone.
Just as I'm about to get up and show the entire crowded waiting room just how impatient I am, another lady beats me to it and goes up to the check in desk to complain about having to sit there for 30 mintues (why didn't I complain sooner?!). I decided that if that woman got to go in before me after only waiting 30 minutes, I was going to be livid. Thank goodness, the door opened at that time and the nurse called my name. The nurse weighs me and takes my blood pressure then takes me to the little room where I am supposed to meet with the doctor.

I sit in that room and wait ANOTHER 15 mintues for the doctor to come in. By that time, I've had enough time to read 16 magazines, make 5 phone calls, plan out my entire dinner menu, polish off a box of Reese's Pieces, and still have time to twiddle my thumbs.

Next time I have an appointment, if I'm not going to see the doctor until NOON, don't freakin make my appointment at 11.

Thank you, and have a nice day.

I think I may throw up.

"I, like, cry, when I listen to it, it's so good."

As Chandler Bing might have said, "Could you BE more arrogant?"

Ugh.

This week I...

battled through my first (and hopefully only) case of strep throat-I do not wish it on my worst enemy.
looked at a bajillion and one Honda Accords searching for the "right" one...no such luck.
decided I am addicted to Reese's Pieces.
wished it were a little cooler when I walked in my backyard and it looked like fall because all of the leaves on my trees have already turned colors and fallen off.
had a dream that something was holding my covers down and yanked Simon off the bed in the process.
got a little excited when I realized I'm going to New Orleans in six weeks.
came to the conclusion that kids who are still in school are lucky-they have no idea how easy they have it right now.
replaced the second battery on one of our cars in less than two months (DANG HEAT!).
discovered the battery was the problem AFTER we had already replaced the starter (dang liars at O'Reillys).
got a little bummed when I realized I'm going to be in New Orleans working BOTH weeks of the fair.
went to the scrapbook vendor fair and bought lots of scrapbook stuff.
came to the realization that it's too hot to do anything.

It's hotter here than

a bowl of melting lava.
burning charcoal.
a sun-bathed cement parking lot.
Matthew McConaughey with his shirt off.
extra spicy salsa from Los Cabos.
an entire box of Hot Tamales in your mouth at one time.
apple pie right out of the oven.
a lightening stricken tree.

But is it hot enough to bake cookies in your car?

Good-bye Old Friend

I'm taking my Cavalier to the auction Tuesday. After three years of semi-faithful service to me, it has run it's final course with me. Poor thing-I just can't afford to keep fixing things that go wrong with it. I wanted a Cavalier for many years, and now I have had one. It's time to move on to something else...something that isn't a decade old.

As Mike was detailing the Cavalier this weekend, I started thinking about the past three years that I have had it. It's really been a good car to me most of the time. I guess I can't blame it for user error, such as the two times it ran out of gas.

So today I am wishing my old car farewell...may it find a home far better than mine. Maybe it will beat me to Mexico.

Language barriers

For those of you that know me well, know that I love the hispanic culture. I've been to Mexico five times in my life and absolutely loved it there. I love the people, I love the food, I love the music, I just love the culture. I honestly think if I wasn't so happy here in Sand Springs, America, my heart would be just as happy living in Mexico.

However, there are a few things that I would do before moving there...namely-LEARN SPANISH fluently. I would not expect to live there and never learn to speak the native language. That would be...well, selfish on my part. Even on my five trips to the deep southern part of Mexico, I did my very best to speak Spanish to the vendors, the people on the street, everyone except the Americans traveling with me. It's just respectful.

So, tell me why I have a hard time reading this article and feeling sorry for them. I just can't. If you are going to move to America (which I have no problem with), be respectful enough to learn English. It's one thing to visit and speak your native tongue...it's another to MOVE HERE and expect us to change everything for you.

*Steps down off soapbox*

Fashion what??

Hot of the presses, ladies and gentlemen...the new fall preview from the Victoria's Secret catelog.


Never mind the trendy crop pants in this picture...all I can see are the RED SOCKS she is wearing with SANDALS. All of my life I have been told that is a HUGE fashion no-no. Sigh. I will not be caught dead wearing socks with sandals. I won't do it. You can't make me.















And this picture...where do I begin on this picture? Should I start with the bubble butt poof skirt or with the hooker black laced leggings? Oh leggings. My stomach hurts. I think I need to go throw up.