Monday, July 19, 2004

9:08:26 AM

So have had worst weekend ever, which is mostly a reminder that August is coming and for ONCE in my LIFE I would like to have an August that did NOT kick my ass. ._.a
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Tuesday, July 13, 2004

11:29:42 PM

The Times My Job Actually Rocks:

Meg: Hello, my name is Meghan Kelly and I'm calling from blah blah blah...for this survey I'd like to talk to the person eighteen years of age or older in your household who is most responsible blah blah blah would that be you, sir?
Guy: Yep, I'm the big daddy around here.
Meg: .... and before we get started, I'd like to verify your age. In what year were you born, sir?
Guy: I'm 100 years old.
Meg: .... *blink* So you were born in 1904, sir?
Guy: Yep.
*most of the survey is gone through until the guy decides he needs to get going to the store*
Meg: Can I get a name so the person who calls you back knows who to ask for?
Guy: Mr Wonderful.
Meg: *BLINK*
Guy: That's my name.
Meg: ...Right, sir.
Guy: So! =D What do you think of grumpy old men? <3
Meg: I'm afraid they remind me of my grandfather, sir. Thank you VERY much for your time this evening.
Supervisor: *choke* *SNIGGER*
Meg: *hanging up* *VICTOLY*
Supervisor: ...that was beautiful, Meg.

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Sunday, July 11, 2004

8:39:43 PM

Meg: ...Mother? Why is there a station wagon by the barn?
Mom: Oh, Cecil's friend Bill had it but the engine's bad, and Cecil's old brown thing has bad circuits but they use the same things, so they thought they'd combine the two.
Meg: ....
Mom: Also, they might give it to you.
Meg: .... //....// .... I did notice it was an automatic.

Which is to say, do you POSSIBLY think I make my mother nervous when I try to drive a manual? >_____________>;;;

._.a It doesn't have a tape deck, though. A radio, but no tape deck. NOOOOOOOO.

It also occured to me today that I should start calling Hector 'The Hachi-Go'. If you don't get that, you're better off than me.
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Thursday, June 24, 2004

10:24:09 AM

So a few minutes ago Mom got up and grumpily invited Grandma and me to see the present that the cat, out of her deep love and affection for Mom, had left her on the bed.

What was it, you ask?

A dead shrew and a dandelion head.

SAY IT WITH SHREWS♥.

Meg: But her LOVES you, Mom!
Mom: And it's such a cat present, too.
Meg: O.o?
Mom: Cats don't eat shrews. "Ew, I don't want this, let's give it to MOM."

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Wednesday, June 23, 2004

4:38:30 PM

....wow, do I get to throw a lot of money at my car this paycheck.

So anyway, Dani came over last Friday and taught me how to drive a clutch, and today I drove to Cottage Grove all by myself! And only stalled like ten times! >_<;; Argh.

Still trying to figure out if I need my oil changed yet, and if so, how much am I going to have to bleed for it. Also, I totally need to get bandage bumper stickers.
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Tuesday, June 01, 2004

10:23:09 PM

Meg: ....why have I got a dog head on my lap?
Amy: Three guesses, first ten don't count.
Meg: Gosh, how dare I not scratch dog ears.
Amy: I'm going to call SPCA on you.
Meg: AND I LEAVE HIM ALONE ALL DAY WITH ONLY MOM GRANDMA AND THREE CATS TO KEEP HIM COMPANY. DEAR GOD, THE GUILT.
Amy: is a sad, sad life he leads.
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Friday, May 14, 2004

2:45:33 PM

Meg: I wonder what happened to that hummingbird that got stuck in the kitche--
Cat: I CAUGHT A BIRD OMG.
Meg: PUT THE HUMMINGBIRD DOWN.
Cat: NO! Bitch! It's MY HUMMINGBIRD! MINE!!!!!
Meg: GET BACK HERE. You probably only snapped it's neck when it stunned itself against the sunroof!
Cat: BITCH! Give me back my HUMMINGBIRD!

... considering that it's technically not even MY cat, I end up doing stuff like that a lot. .____________.
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