Meanwhile, back at headquarters...It's Monday again. Which is a change of pace, being as I normally do these updates on Fridays - but a little change never hurt nobody. I don't guess there is anything groundbreaking to report. I performed a small miracle at the house yesterday, it's officially all nice and clean and the laundry is done (minus the load of towels that I have to fold today, woe is me) . We also made a new house rule that I'm pretty darn excited about: No dirty dishes allowed in the sink! You rinse it, and you put it in the dishwasher. If the dishwasher is full, you put a tab in there and start it. If you are the unlucky one that gets the dishwasher full of clean dishes, you put them up! And if you don't follow said house rule, not only do the other two of us get to talk to shit about it, but you get to clean a bathroom - including the toilet! Oh boy, this is gonna be a big time. I can already feel it. :) 
Spent all day Saturday meandering around the State Fair with my two guys, and today my damn leg muscles hurt (because I'm morbidly obese and grossly out of shape). But anyhow, we had a big time. We saw a cow with the biggest head ever, may have been the biggest cow head in the state but I don't think they judge that. We saw a bunch of mean ol' headbuttin' goats too, but we weren't sure if they were goats or sheep at first...because for some reason they didn't have ears? Anyone know why a farmer dude would cut the ears off a goat? Lord have mercy. Chris tried to headbutt one, but it just looked at him like he was crazy old man (which is exactly what he is!). We saw rabbits too: big ol' fluffy ones, little bitty velvet ones, and ones that had manes like a lion (however the sign on the cage said it had a "main" and not a "mane"...I noticed, but what can ya do? sigh.)
We even saw the Easter Bunny in the flesh, I shit you not! It had laid an egg and everything! That was pretty fantastic! :) BUT THEN...we had to go to the damn poultry section, like who gives a damn about a pigeon? Not this girl! But the guys wanted to go, so I was all tough about it and entered the evil danger zone of the damn birds. "Oh, they won't hurt you..." they said. Like I haven't heard that line before! Hmph! But yes, I ventured out in to the great unknown of the birds. They all thoroughly creeped me out therefore I didn't retain any details...but I DO remember that Christopher decided to stick his finger in a cage with an evil bird...and it tried to "not hurt" him, ha!...he jerked his hand out real fast and accidentally opened the DAMN door on the cage, and the bird tried to GET OUT! I was 25 steps away in a matter of no time, and had the door sighted in! UGH! Stupid birds! Then we rode some pretty fantastic rides. One that I didn't know whether to laugh or scream on, so I did both...and another one that spun us upside down...it wasn't as much of a thriller as the first one, but the buggy that Damion (and a random pretty girl) were strapped into across from us stayed upside down FOREVER! I guess it was the weight difference or something, but it was INSANE! Our little thrill seeker didn't mind though... :)
I have to go to the court house today to get what I need to file a civil suit against Storage Gary. No one seems to want to help poor little people who pay their bills on time when some crooked fartknocker hits them with them short end of a stick. But you know what, I bet if I walked my bitter ass into ACB and started punching people in the face the State Trooper would write a report on that! And I bet the prosecuting attorney would take time out of her precious schedule to throw the damn book at me too! Good thing I'm not a real violent person, huh? Piss. (and let the record show that was a hypothetical statement, I don't intend to or plan on punching anyone in the face...) Anyhow, I called the court house the other day to find out who I needed to see and what I needed to do to get the civil suit rolling, and the woman said to me..."I can't tell you that, that's legal advice and I'm not allowed to give it." Lmfao, are you kidding me? Good thing Google isn't an asshole, huh? According to Google, I just have to walk in and say, "I need all necessary paperwork to file a civil suit." and they will give it to me. What the hell, man? Some things, I just don't understand. Probably never will.
In other news, I think the driver of the Bad Karma Bus is lost out on Booker Pike. I feel like they just keep driving by, issuing ass whippin's at number 29. I think I may need to volunteer my time somewhere, or do a good deed or something to turn this shit around? Any ideas? I know I've done my fair share of dirt, but craaaaaaaaaaaap....enough is enough already! I've been on a good run of bad luck for a damn good while now....and I'm oveeeeeeeeeeer it. I feel like it's about to exceed the limits of my medication, true story! Anyhow, I'm gonna do something good for someone first chance I get.
"The Saga Of Tesla Nicole" continues on and about. She is still in jail, didn't get out on Thursday as planned and don't go back to court for another couple of weeks. Which means that dear little sister of mine turned 21 in county jail on Friday. This whole time I've been all "tough love" about it, honestly thinking that serving this time isn't going to do her anything but good and teach her the lesson that sometimes, consequences to do occur that Nana can't save her from. But, I'll admit, it did hurt my feelings that she was in jail on her birthday. And as far as we knew, she was going get to come home the day before so I didn't even mail her a card. Maybe my good deed for the day should be to make her a belated birthday card and mail it to her...I'm sure that wouldn't hurt the morale any. Or maybe I should write her a letter? Hmmm....
And y'all know how I randomly find out things about myself while I'm sitting here at my desk makin' them dollas and contemplating life...like how I can tell you every extension that belongs to a name, but I can't do it the other way around? Well, ya know what else I can't seem to do? Pronounce the number 50 without sounding like a bumpkin. No matter how hard I try to enunciate the second f in fifty, it always sounds like I say "...you have a call on line twenty-five fiddy" when I page over head. I'm really not that rough around the edges, people. Seriously.
And last but not least, I would just like to say that I have the most amazing boyfriend in the whole wide world. Good or bad, I just can't seem to get enough of the guy. I guess it's because he challenges me everyday, or maybe it just because he's show-stopping gorgeous. Either way, he's my favorite person in the history of ever. And I'm not just saying that because he cooked me cinnamon rolls while I was watching Breaking Bad last night, I really mean it. :)
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