1 Week; 7 Days; 168 Hours

Before I say anything else: We have one week until we leave for North Carolina! Yay!
Mitchell and I had an early lunch at 11 this morning at this little restaurant inside a gas station in the middle of nowhere between our new house and Nashville. He ordered a Reuben and I got a "Scottsboro cheese steak." They were delicious.
I'm listening to Johnny Cash over Sambuca's speaker system. I'm the only one upstairs, stealing their wifi.
I've been riding downtown with Mitchell at noon since the wreck (since my vehicle is kaput) and just hanging around the general area until my shift at 6pm about a mile or so from here. I got to run some errands eariler, which meant I had to go to Home Depot to get a dozen outdoor flood lights for the restaurant. I got 2 compliments on "my truck." What is that guys love about a girl in a truck in the South?
Mitchell's making me a big salad for an early dinner before work, and I cannot wait to chow down on it. I'll be downtown tonight till 3 or 4am working, so I'd rather go ahead and eat now instead of taking a break on a Friday night.

Car Wrecks are Scary

Yesterday
          5pm
on my way to work
                     45mph in a 50mph zone
downhill
          a dozen curves between home and town
older woman
                        newer Camero
halfway in my lane
                                     hit my horn
swerved towards the ditch
                           back wheels catch gravel
begin a spin
             oncoming traffic
                                 overcorrect
jump the embankment
                           miss 3 trees
turn back towards the road
                                ride the ditch
100 scary feet
                     hit my brakes
busted nose
                     blood
bruised thighs
                          trapped
climb out the window
                             shakey
                      scared
            not alone
police are called
                         fire department arrives
ruptured gas tank
                         kitty litter to soak it up
tow truck comes
                     teary phone calls
                                       cop drives me home
                   night off work
wake up sore
                    stiff
                           sad
but not alone
                   I'm ok.

I'm going to test myself...

It always seems that when I paint my nails, I've got them at least 80% chipped off within 2 hours of painting them.

Tomorrow morning, I'm going to paint my nails pink. Not only am I painting them, but I'm going to make a conscious effort to NOT pick at the nail polish.

I think it'd be fun to time myself to see just how long I can go without chipping it off...
I
   always
               lose
                      this
                            game.
                                                :(

I'm Feenin' for F.O.T.C.

There was a time a while ago when I attended  MTSU when I thought the perfect way to wind down after a busy day was by watching countless shows of Flight of the Conchords...

                                                                                           I miss that show.

My New Kitchen Project

So, I want to put peg boards on either side of our 6ft. tall metal shelf in our kitchen.

The shelf currently holds cookbooks, cool kitchen gadgets, fancy platters, and culinary family hairlooms.

It's a work in progress and is always changing around.

100% Mitchell and I.

I love it.

The plan is to spraypaint them metallic to match our shelves. You know, silver-ish.

I'm getting increasingly excited the more I think about it.

Cramming is Back!

As somewhat of a creature of habit, I've always been the classic "crammer-type." I really do work best under pressure, and almost always waited till the last minute to write papers or do projects in school. I find that if I'm taking a lot of information in at once, it sticks in my mind better because in a lot of instances, I make a string of mental connections between all the facts. I also write better if I'm pressed for time.

I'm cramming again in another aspect of my life:

Work.

I'm taking on 41 hours between 3 days this weekend.

I did 10 hours last night, putting in 17 today/tonight, and another 14 tomorrow.

This is my ultimate goal this weekend:

We'll see how well this plan pans out. 

What is Wrong with You?!

Hey, drunk lady.

Thank you for spitting your gum in my tip jar before ordering a bag of popcorn.

I understand, I understand...

You were drunk.

But did you really think I didn't see you?

On another note-

Forgive me for spitting my gum in your bag of popcorn while filling it up.

I sneezed.

Enjoy your kettle corn.