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I have thought heavily about blogging more often. My life is just too funny to not share.
Last weekend proved my insanity. It all started Thursday after work when Bonnie asked me in the parking lot if I wanted to ride with her to Concord Mills for a book signing. My response: "Sure! I look pretty today. Why not?!" Chess wasn't coming over so I was free to do as I please. The author we met and listened to her read a portion of her book is Jenny Lawson, The Bloggess. She is most known for her blog entry "And that's why you should learn to pick your battles", featuring Beyonce, the giant metal chicken. We definitely had a wonderful time and finding Nike high tops next to Bonnie's car when leaving was just a small fraction of the fun. On the way home, I met a point in exhaustion when I am just right out looney. I know Bonnie is questioning travelling with me to DC for Rock the Mall. Of course my phone rings when I'm not my normal self and to top it off my battery was dead and I didn't have a charger. When I phone my mother Robin back (please note: when my mom calls and leaves a voicemail she starts out with "Hey Amanda! It's your mother Robin" as if I don't know my mother's voice after 28 years and there is no such thing as caller i.d. It's a running joke between Vica and I), I say make it quick my phone is going dead. When she proceeds to list all the pictures she wants of my cousin going to prom, I promise her I will make sure I have batteries for the car. Yes, you read right, the car. My car takes pictures now. Did you know that? I didn't! Just Kidding! She then proceeds to ask if I am drunk. (FYI: I was not). After Mom hangs up, Chesson calls and I explain to him we are returning from an impromptu trip to Concord Mills. In telling him about Beyonce, I realized I have proven to him that I am even crazier than he already thinks I am. It's okay because he still loves me, no matter what. He even told me so. :)
Friday was exciting. I spent all day helping Taima, my tomboy cousin, get ready for the prom. She was gorgeous and her date froze with his mouth hanging open when he first saw her. Here is a picture of her and her date. Aren't they cute?!?! We get to celebrate his graduation this weekend!
Saturday began with indicisiveness about the gym. Whether or not to shower there to save time and risk being labeled the bag lady or risk being late to the Thirty-one Party that started at one. My facebook status that day sums it up best: "oh, just for your pleasure, fyi: it is Amanda constantly changing her mind day. I will keep true to promises made to others but all decisions I make for my personal day may be changed in a matter of seconds. For example: I thought I would save time by going ahead and showering at the gym. After much packing, and re-packing, I decided against it. The decision was based on the fact I couldn't fit all tools necessary into my gym bag and was considering carrying two. Then the thought ran into my head that I didn't want to be classified as the bag lady at a fitness center that likes neon lights and bright colors on the walls." Not long after posting I decided to just go with it. I hop in the car and travel about a half mile before I realize I didn't have my license or anything. I turned around to come home and just go ahead and shower so I wouldn't risk being too late for the Thirty-One Party at one. I'm going to thank Bonnie for reminding me about this event at around 11 AM that morning stating the party is at two. I'm going to give double props to Chris for allowing me in her home at 1:15 when her party did not start until two when I somehow had it in my head it started at one. Congrats to me for accidentally overbooking myself and scheduling to see Ms. Cumbie to deliver her Avon at 2:30. It all turned out well though and I wouldn't trade my extra time with these people for the world. I was on time for Ashley C's cookout to celebrate.... uh.... friends and fellowship!
In the middle of all this I got my doctor bill from the ear infection visit to realize I had been billed $15 for something involving oxygen. I was instantly confused because I was not put on oxygen and why would I need oxygen for an ear infection?!?! Come to find out they charged me to put that thing on your finger to find out your oxygen saturation that they don't necessarilly need to do unless your are having chest pains or problems breathing! I am so thankful to know folks who work in the medical field. Now everyone mentions oxygen when I am around them. It's kinda funny.
I best leave you before I bore you. I may have already. Enjoy the rest of your week!
~ Manda
