"You can poop at McDonald's"

The above quote is courtesy of my seven-year-old niece. But, no, she wasn't talking to me, she was talking to my dad. It makes me laugh.

We started Sunday School this past weekend and we had a great turnout for our small church. The funniest part? All of the kids were standing in a line, singing a song and after my mom started asking about the bible. Carson (who is very cute, but very wild), a four-year-old shouts out at the top of his lungs, "God's DEAD!" I felt bad for his mom, she was embarassed, but my mom and I later laughed about it. She said she didn't know what to do so she just kept going.

I cleaned out my closet yesterday, so I think this means I get to go shopping for new things since I have some empty hangers now.

Other than that, I discovered Orange Creme Yoplait Yogurt over the weekend. Very good and only 100 calories per container. Plus they're saving lids for breast cancer research, so who could pass that up?

Friday Night Smack Down

So, Kristen (being the wonderful woman that she is) sent me a care package in the mail. It consisted of the following exciting items:
^ "Thinking of You" card
^ Mixed CD
^ White Chocolate Reese's PB Cups
^ White Chocolate KitKat

Needless to say, the candy is gone. And I've been listening to the CD and I *heart* it so very much!! I especially liked the "Dear Krista" typewriter key letters on the front of the cover. Everything about my package was wonderful. So, dear KLO, thank you!! (Even for the mucho swear-o's in some of the songs....I feel so naughty listening to them!)

As for anything else new and exciting in my life, there is nothing. Justin will be bringing season two of One Tree Hill over this weekend and I will be watching that, doing laundry, mowing the yard and babysitting Kayla (while her mom is "working" - which really means she's drinking and partying and doesn't want to take responsibility of her child.)

My sister had her tonsils out on Wednesday and my mom is up in Green Bay visiting her/taking care of her. Heather's doing well, which is good and I guess she'll feel even better when she recovers. I wish her well.

Well, have a great weekend!

Mission: Accomplished

I have addicted my brother, Justin, to the crack that is One Tree Hill. It took me two weeks (and one of which I was sick and stayed home from work and had nothing better to do) to finish Season One. He did it in three days.........and then called to demand that I get Season Two by this weekend. I am using him as an excuse to buy the second season.

So, yeah, I was sick all last week and stayed home. On Friday I came to work, but then went home at 1:00 p.m. because I was about ready to pass out. I was just glad to make it home and back to my bed!!

On Wednesday (which, as we all know is the only day I am allowed to see or talk to Brad) he came over to my house. Now, mind you, I am ill. Fever, cough, chills, stuffed up. You know, ill. So, I was upstairs getting a sweatshirt on, not thinking that he'd come over (since I've not heard from him all week, so you just don't know if you don't hear from someone), but when I came back downstairs, he was in my living room.........and One Tree Hill was starting on the WB. I didn't think the night could get any worse.

But, it did.

Here's our 1 minute conversation:
Me: Hey. How are you?
Brad: Why? Aren't I allowed to be good?
Me: Um. I was just asking how you are.
Brad: You sound like shit.
Me: Yeah, I've been sick for the past three days.
Brad: *not sitting down, as I'm motioning to the couch* Do you want to go outside and talk?
Me: Fine *thinking, I'm freezing and it's cold out there and I'm sick. Duh!*
Brad (once outside): So, how do you think this Wednesday night thing is going.
Me: Well, it's obvious to me that you don't want this anymore.
Brad: Yeah, it's been nice not having you around the last few weeks. My life is finally back to normal.
Me: Okay *taking off shoes that I just put on*

So, I turned and walked inside. He said something to the effect of "well, I thought I'd at least come and tell you in person" to my back as I was closing the door on him. But, I figured he'd wasted enough of my time and my life so far that I didn't need to give him any more of it.

He's an idiot. Everyone who I've told (including his friends and family) have said the same thing. They've all said that there's something wrong with him. Yet none of them find it important to help him. I just feel sorry for him.

I can't say that I didn't see it coming, but he'd been so adamant about wanting to make this work and doing what it takes to make it work that I thought I'd have to convince him that he didn't like me, but I guess I was wrong. He's just been a liar and a fraud.

So, that's that.