Thursday, April 3, 2008

Memo to Stacey

Memo to Stacey:

Run From the Sun. I can do it. Made 2.9 miles tonight, could have done more if I hadn't run out of neighborhood and daylight. No problem. Now I just gotta get my stamp and my registration in the same room.

Susan

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Memo to Stacey:

Susan is smoking crack. She's lost her mind. We have been screaming loudly trying to get her attention, but she doesn't listen. We have contacted our lawyer and are filing for divorce.

Susan's Knees

Update on the Chief

I posted earlier about my former boss being diagnosed with a brain tumor, so I thought I'd share the update I got today. One of my covert spies at the bank forwarded me an email from his wife. It was determined that he had a fast growing marble sized tumor in his frontal lobe. The surgery successfully removed all visible signs of the main tumor, which was determined to be malignant, grade 4. As soon as he is physically recovered from the surgery, he will have chemo and radiation to erradicate any remaining tumor cells. He's still having a little trouble communicating and using the correct words, but his doctors said it was normal at this point and should improve.

I was glad to see the actual email from his wife. I worry about her. They have a very close relationship and I know she relies on him for a lot. We used to joke that she was destined for sainthood for putting up with him, but this is probably the most difficult thing she's ever been through. Thankfully, she sounded fairly positive in the email. She ended the email with this:

"We never know what God's plan for our lives is. Tell someone today that you love them, and that Jesus does too."

Early Lessons

I got lost in the Walmart parking lot last night. No, that's not news or anything, it's just the background to why this came up. You see, when we started checking out I realized I'd forgotten something I'd meant to look at, so Greg finished checking out and took the bags to the car while I ran back to get what I needed. By the time I got outside I had no idea where the car was. I had a general idea of where we normally park and roamed in that area until Greg, who had been looking out for me knowing I had no idea where the car was, waved enough to get my attention.

Greg had realized when he got to the car that this was a bad plan, as it is normally his job to lead me back to the car anytime we go into a store with a big parking lot. He pointed this out last night, and reminded me that this is something he's known quite literally from the day we met.

That would have been at a midnight movie with a mutual friend. We left the movie at 3am. As we were walking through the parking lot Greg looked around and I was gone. He was a bit concerned and said something to our friend who responded, "Oh, she just lost her car and went looking for it. She'll find it eventually." Yep. And Greg's been in charge of finding the car ever since. Guess he's afraid that one day I won't find it and will be lost forever at the mall. That almost happened once in Vicksburg...

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Comedy of Errors

Laurel and Hardy are here at the house to fix our DirecTV service, which hasn't worked right since the day it was installed. Ironically, they still didn't show up in their designated window of 4:00-8:00 PM. They showed up at 3. Luckily I was able to leave work even earlier than planned, but seriously, why in the world can't they just show up when they say they will?

Under the circumstances, I don't find Laurel's April Fool's jokes about a six month wait to get a new box very funny. And a word to the general population, downloaded ring tones for text messaging aren't entirely appropriate when you're supposed to be installing equipment at someone's house. Hardy's cell phone is about to make me crazy. Put it down and set up my new DVR, please.

Sprouts

I got sprouts!

I know, I know, sprouts aren't exactly a successful sign of growing plants from seeds, but for those of us who are seed challenged, it's at least a sign of progress.

But here's the problem. I planted 8 different types of seeds, including 72 indoor cell packs and 3 short rows of outdoor seeds. If half the seeds I planted came up, we'd have to move to a bigger place just to have room to plant all of them. I'm not exactly worried about that, as I don't expect hardly any of them to actually survive to full plant-hood.

The bigger problem? I sort of forgot to label which seeds I planted where...