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While eating dinner/catching up with a friend over the weekend, I ran into a family friend. She has known me since I was probably 2 or 3 years old. She lived across the street. We caught up for a minute and then she told my friend her favorite story about me. And so it goes...I was two months shy of 4 years old when my brother was born. I stayed with this neighbor when my brother was born. She explained that she cooked me breakfast and that I sat by the window waiting on my ride to preschool without saying a word the entire time. She said that all of a sudden, I asked her if the baby was born yet. She replied that she did not think so. Then I inquired, "Is the baby going to be black or white?" She did not tell me how she replied because she was laughing so hard when she told the story.I guess this shows how innocent young children are. They don't really understand the differences in people or maybe even care. Shortly thereafter, I met my new sibling and promptly told my parents that I did not want that baby because he didn't have any eyebrows. I believe this contradicts everything I just proclaimed...
I'm not feeling very inspired or creative tonight, so I will use the following as my post;
The other night, while looking at my feet, I exclaimed, "ugh, I have Walmart Feet!" My friend responded, "what's that?" I explained the definition as I learned from a friend in Alabama and mentioned that it was probably on urban dictionary. When I checked it out that night, it was not. Therefore, I published my first entry on that website. Mine is numero dos. Enjoy!
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=walmart+feet
But I can't. It takes a while before I let someone know how I feel about a situation. I usually keep things to myself and deal with them that way. Everybody has different ways of dealing with things. Oftentimes when I am upset with someone or something I just let it go. I don't feel like arguing with someone or acting shitty to them is great for any type of relationship. Some people may say that this way is letting someone run all over you. I have definitely let people run all over me in the past. I'm not a complete pushover, but a maybe a pushalittleover.I have a lot of things in my head that I need to say but can't and probably won't. For now, my head and my blog get the best of my thoughts...
My friend Victor Ellis died one year ago today. He was 28. Died of a rare type of cancer, lots of suffering in the end. He had that type of personality where you were drawn to him. And I was. One year ago and so many things have happened since then...
Email guy came in the shop and guess what? I definitely up sold him. He left the store super stoked about the bike and had no idea he was up sold. Katie 1, Email Dude 0. Love it!
My work email is posted on our website and I'm guessing that's where this email came from. Two days ago I received an email from a potential customer who originally wanted to purchase a road bike. Once I replied, he wrote back saying he would get bored on a road bike. Whatever. This is the latest email I received..."If the weather holds up I would love to stop by this weekend. Now once Iget there you guys better not try to up sell me. I have experienced thisat other shops. I have already made up my mind; the differences betweena $350 bike and a $600 bike are the components and I can always upgradethose in the future if I get hooked. Hope to see you Saturday"Am I being threatened? What happens if I try to upsell? I love ignorance! I will report back this weekend...
It all started when I was 12 or 13. My parents had season tickets to the Charlotte Hornets. They would go to games just about every week. My brother and I were left at home to take care of ourself. Being 8 and 12 respectively, we didn't have a whole lot of culinary skills. My brother would usually pop a Chef Boyardee cuppie in the microwave, and I usually ate a bowl of cereal or boxed mashed potatoes. It was good and easy, period. After a while, my mom taught us a couple of dishes that we could make with no problem. I would still eat boxed mashed potatoes from time to time.
During graduate school, I had several jobs, plus school stuff. I frequently didn't have a lot of spare time. Oftentimes I would change clothes in the car from job to job. With that being said, I didn't have a lot of time to cook good meals. When I worked at the tanning bed, I would not get home until 11pm. As a routine, I would get home and make a big bowl of boxed mashed potatoes as my dinner. It tasted good and it was quick.
I made a bowl of boxed mashed potatoes tonight. I don't know why I still eat them. I guess because they are a comfort food for me. Everytime I make them, I load up the bowl with salt and pepper. Sometimes I add cheese. Ever since I got Bailey, I let him lick the bowl when I'm done. I guess that means that I'm sharing my comfort food with him. I know they aren't the best food for me, but my justification is that they are better for me than grabbing a greasy hamburger at the golden arches when I need food quick.
