Drowned in Dressing

My family went out to dinner and I got a salad. I was about halfway through it when I found a bug. You know one of those like green ladybugs. It was still moving! So, I put it on a napkin and pretty much lost my appetite for the salad. It continued to wriggle furiously on it's back. I felt bad for it. It went through a lot. I mean through the tossing and dressing and me eating. I rolled it over to it's belly, but then got nervous that it was gonna crawl away, so I put it on it's back again. I noticed it was missing an antennae and 2 legs on one side. I felt bad for the lil guy. Then the bug curled up and stopped moving! =( Poor thing! Then I felt bad for the waitress and restaurant that I wasn't finishing my salad, so I got it boxed up, even though I know I'm not gonna eat it!

Jessica Rabbit


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What the hell?! I wanted Tinkerbell! This isn't right at all... Well, maybe a little, but I think I'm more of the Tink type: "Oh, you're a trouble maker and quite a little tease But you're still absolutely irresistable, and you can go "straight on till morning!"

What happens when life hands you moldy lemons?!

Today I started work at a place that makes preserves, like jam. For the first 4 hours, I cut plums. For the last 3, I cut lemons. Exciting stuff! Oh yeah... So, after cutting your fingers more times than you would like, you get to put acidic lemon juice on them! Ooh, feels goood!
Best part of the job: All you can eat! (I like plums a lot more than I thought I did!, but I hate the pits, since that's what I was cutting out of them.)
Worst part of the job: I got 75 cuts on my hands (not deep enough to bleed into the food, tho. They are more like paper-cuts).
Learned from job: I can cut an average of 20 plums per minute. That's 300 per hour and 1,200 for the 4 hours I worked today. Whoo hoo.

Neighborhood Block Party

It's real simple to tell if I like you or not (and I mean as friends or more or all of the above). If I don't even give you the time of day, you know I don't like you. If you're next to me and I look straight ahead or to my other side the whole time, that means I don't want to be talkin to you. But apparently that's not obvious enough. Such was the case today at the neighborhood potluck. This 30 year old who said he was a grad student was talking to me a lot today. I was not interested in his purple/rose tinted glasses or his 'I'm a rich Silicon Valley Bachelor who lives with families in a posh neighborhood' attitude. I kept thinking maybe he's just trying to be nice and start conversation with me, like the other friendly neighbors. But then he starts talking to me about his ex-girlfriend, making it obvious that he's available now. I was just praying he wouldn't ask the dreaded question of am I with someone or something. He told me about these college girls he saw who got a lemonade stand and "probably cleared well over $200", then proceded to tell me how he doesn't even like lemonade, but stopped for it anyway and that I should do that for a summer job. =( He kept talking about how he lived up the hill and didn't really want to walk ALL the way up there. I played stupid. I knew he was trying to get me to offer him a ride up there so he could perhaps offer me a tour of his house. Gross. He went to go show off his strength by helping to pick up a heavy box nearby, and I took the chance to retreat to my house! =(
The firefighters were giving a demonstration with their hoses. One of the neighbors asked to handle it for a bit. He (a 15 year old boy) stradled the hose and started spraying. The fireman came up to him and told him, "Uhh, you don't want to be doin that, son.... It could mess with you future..." The kid carefully swung a leg over and sprayed more seriously from then on.

Kate says she's not afraid of anything, but...

So, my mom has been in the last 3 posts, but here goes another...
My mom smoked for a while when I was young (like about ages 3-6). My sister at the time was an adolescent who did not like her smoking and decided to take initiative. Together, we would find her packs and throw out all the cigarettes. She finally quit. Then she started up again in '92 and smoked for about a year. I "helped" her quit again by emptying the packs I found. I went so far as to write on little pieces of paper "Don't Smoke!" And roll them up in place of the cancer sticks. Once she got really mad at me because I took her new pack and threw it in the fire right in front of her. She finally quit, but everytime I see her light up the occasional one, I get nervous. She says that as long as she doesn't buy a pack, she's fine. She will have the occasional one at a party or when we see our relatives or whatever, but as long as she doesn't start buying them herself, she can "not be addicted". One of my biggest fears is that she'll start up again. I don't even know why I hate it so much. It's not like a went through a propoganda-induced DARE program or anything. And I don't care if my friends or sister (although I wish she wouldn't) smokes. But when my mom does it, it really gets to me. So, when I heard today that the last party she was at, she smoked "all night long". I was angry. "Oh yeah, she keeps a pack in her car." I confronted her, but she was in a horrid mood, so she snapped at me, and I gave up. I'm disappointed in her. She broke her own rule. She bought a pack. So, the juice starts tomorrow... She doesn't know I know about the pack in the car, which means my new mission is to find and break those cigarettes.
PS. I just got an idea. On like TV and stuff when someone finds someone's pack, they make the person smoke them all at once, or in a row or whatever. That's stupid. That only makes it worse. But if I smoked them all in front of her, it would show her how awful I feel when she does it! I feel like it's the only thing that'll teach her a lesson! Ewww. I just don't want to smoke a cigarette! That's gross. I told myself I never would! Hmmm. I'll do it if she truly has started up again. Time for an investigation...