Daily Report:

8:30 am - Woke up, ate a bowl of "Oh's" cereal, and turned to Regis and Kelly for my morning news briefing.

10:13am - Did a phone interview with WMIT, a local Christian station regarding the Idol audition.  Good grief, this Idol thing just might be getting out of hand.  Could there BE any more pressure?

11:38am - Gave my statement to the insurance company regarding Friday's wreck (see picture below).

12:11pm - Visited my poor crippled car (let's pause for a moment of silence) and retrieved all my personal belongings - a truly emotional task.

3:30pm - Took grandmother to doctor's apointment, and read the entire paragraph of fine print at the bottom of a Geritol ad in a waiting room magazine.

4:17pm - Went to the bank to find out about the loan payoff amount for my poor crippled car.  Here's a hint: it's greater than $20.

4:33pm - Paid way too much for a can of hair spray. 

5:37pm - Spent about an hour trying to purchase Atlanta Falcon tickets online for my cousin, only to find out he changed his mind and would no longer be needing the tickets.

6:43pm - Freed a large dog that had gotten lodged between our back deck and the siding of our house.  But it's nothing that a large pole and tub of butter couldn't fix (sorry, I really wish I had gotten a picture of this).

8:35pm - Drove with my mother to Enterprise Rent-A-Car at the Asheville airport for a loaner car only to find out that particular branch couldn't help me.  And were any of the surrounding branches open at that time of night?  NOOOOO . . . 

So I decided to include a picture of the car, post-accident.  And I know what you're thinking, but I WAS NOT playing my "driving blindfolded" game.  I won't be caught doing THAT again.  No, this time a car ran a light, got hit, then bounced right into me, never once saying "excuse me" or "pardon".  It's ok, though, because for just a few bruises and a stiff neck, the hospital will give you Vicatin . . . 

But the day is ending well, because this is the time I enjoy the most.  Just me, in the living room, venting to my cyber buddies, wondering if I'm a loser because I just used the words "cyber buddies", and drinking a nice glass of chocolate milk.  Ahhhhhhhh . . . 

Good night! 

The Mystery of the Bendy Straw

Something great happened last night.  It was one of those rare occasions that only come around as often as a non-squash menu item in the Treveca cafeteria.  I was in the grocery store and saw a beautiful, colorful display of packs of fun bendy straws for just $0.69.  At first I thought it was a mistake - I mean, 50 straws that bend and stretch more times than Richard Simmons in an oldies video (and which, by the way, are a lot less hairy) for a mere $0.69?  Glancing around for a Food Lion employee that might have caught the mistake and stopped my purchase, I grabbed a pack and headed for the self-checkout line.  I wasn't about to take the chance of some teenaged cashier working a summer job to notice the bargain and call for a bendy straw price check.  Thankfully, I was able to make my purchase and leave the store with my treasure in a handy plastic bag, alongside my Fruity Pebbles and vienna sausages.

I have no doubt this would be the straw of choice for Inspector Gadget.  The man has a fascination with saying "go go gadget _____" and then suddenly the object stretches multiple times it's current length to finish a job for the crime-fighting inspector.  I know many times I've quietly said "go go gadget arm" when trying to reach the keys that fell between the seats or "go go gadget legs" when my jeans would look so much better on a taller version of me.  No doubt Inspector Gadget would have giggled with glee to say "go go gadget straw" and watch in excitement as the top of the tube stretched . . . and then BENT OVER!  He would probably immediately find a way to add the straw to his trenchcoat full of gadgets.  Who knows when it would come in handy?

It's the little things that can make or break your day, isn't it?  Like when you're drinking from a bottle of Aquafina and would like a straw, but you know that a straw in a bottle would just sink to the bottom and leave you awkwardly fishing for the top of the straw with your tongue while your date wonders if you've got weird flirting habits.  The bendy straw will save your date!  No more lonely Saturday nights if you've got the bendy straw!  Yes, I'm sure Mr. Bendy is proud of his creation.  So here's to you, Mr. Bendy.  You have made our sweet tea more fun, our diet Pepsi more enjoyable, and our Slimfast seem like less of a chore.  And thanks to your bendy straws, I suck!  I suck and I'm proud of it! 

Who's with me?

Hey guys - Weirdest thing just happened . . .  I got a package from the American Association of Squash Farmers, or as I like to call them, the AASF.  They said they had prepared something special JUST FOR US!!!  I'll show you what they sent . . .

Remember me?  Probably not.  That's because I've been in hiding lately (and if anyone from the government is reading, it is NOT because of what happened last last Thursday . . .).  Actually, I don't even have a good excuse.  It's not because my computer has been in the shop.  It's not because I've developed a phobia of the Internet.  It's because I've been busy and just bummed.  I was afraid if I wrote an entry, it might be depressing.  And I care too much about you guys to bum you out!!!  Anyway, all is good.  And I'm still loving your posts! 

I've found myself in the middle of wedding season.  Every weekend in September there's a wedding to go to, which is good because I like weddings.  But here's what I've been thinking about lately: what's up with this re-gifting thing?  Is it a crime to pass on a perfectly good, professionally packaged blender to a new home if you know you're not going to use it?  Don't get me wrong.  I am a firm believer that it is wrong to re-gift used wash cloths (I won't be caught doing THAT again).  Even if you argue that "you're clean when you're in the shower using the wash cloth and therefore the cloth is clean" that still doesn't count.  But unopened George Forman grills or an occasional picture frame that still has the photo of Frame Kid with the cute Frame Puppy in it is probably OK.  Right? 

Well I wish I could have included cool photos like Noel does, but that will have to wait till next time.  Till then, have a fantastic week.  Holla!

Tiffany