I was in the grocery store, and I saw Maui Joe coffee on the shelf. I really like MJ, and have been contemplating a trip to Hy-Vee to pick some up, but feel like I should finish my cheap coffee first. I was shocked to see that the MJ coffee was only $3 and some odd cents! That made me excited, and I picked some up.
I woke up this morning bummed that I didn't have some Maui Joe to brew.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Not-So-Thrilling Overcharge
I was going to be in this play. It was taking place at this big, old farm house on a gravel road. Everything about this farm was dirty, overgrown, and rundown. The couple that owned the farm were really nice, and had a huge family. And by huge I mean somewhere around 19 kids. I don't know if they were all the couple's kids, or if they were adopted, though. The play was going to be in the barn, so we practiced out there.
Then it came time to practice our part. There were about 10 of us doing the same part. We were to walk around the room (around the audience) like zombies. Fortuntely, my Thriller background made me well-qualified for this role. The guy in the front of the pack kept counting down our entrance from the side curtain, but I thought that was dumb, since we were just zombies (didn't have to be perfect) and since the audience would hear him counting.
As we left the building to head back to the house, I found some nail polish sitting on a table, so I painted my nails on my left hand. As I put it on, I realized it was costume polish, because it made all my nails look bruise-purple. They would actually use that on the actors' faces to achieve a gory look.
After I left the farm, I was with my boyfriend and some other friends. I saw something that made me realize that I had been overcharged for the medication I had gotten earlier in the day; I was supposed to be charged $1.55, and instead I was charged $3.10. I wasn't angry over a buck and a half, but I was a little disappointed, so I mentioned it to someone. She decided I needed to do something about it, so she wrote a short letter to take to the pharmacy and signed it. Then we all hopped into my boyfriend's car and headed back to the house to talk to the parents about it. I couldn't remember for sure which house was theirs, as I kept saying, "I think it was that first one.... or maybe this one." They all looked the same. I asked my boyfriend if he had it plugged into his gps, and he said yes, so I trusted him.
We pulled up to the house, and I recognized it right away; I saw the pasture we had gone out in, and the dirty, white house close to the barn. I stepped out of the car and asked my friend what the purpose of stopping there was. She said, "to have them sign the letter, since you don't have the receipt [for the medication]."
I walked in the house, and they had just finished up with something, and were starting snack. It took a few minutes to pass out snacks to so many kids, so I just waited quietly for them to be available. The mom was Reba McIntire, and the dad was a guy i know.
Then it came time to practice our part. There were about 10 of us doing the same part. We were to walk around the room (around the audience) like zombies. Fortuntely, my Thriller background made me well-qualified for this role. The guy in the front of the pack kept counting down our entrance from the side curtain, but I thought that was dumb, since we were just zombies (didn't have to be perfect) and since the audience would hear him counting.
As we left the building to head back to the house, I found some nail polish sitting on a table, so I painted my nails on my left hand. As I put it on, I realized it was costume polish, because it made all my nails look bruise-purple. They would actually use that on the actors' faces to achieve a gory look.
After I left the farm, I was with my boyfriend and some other friends. I saw something that made me realize that I had been overcharged for the medication I had gotten earlier in the day; I was supposed to be charged $1.55, and instead I was charged $3.10. I wasn't angry over a buck and a half, but I was a little disappointed, so I mentioned it to someone. She decided I needed to do something about it, so she wrote a short letter to take to the pharmacy and signed it. Then we all hopped into my boyfriend's car and headed back to the house to talk to the parents about it. I couldn't remember for sure which house was theirs, as I kept saying, "I think it was that first one.... or maybe this one." They all looked the same. I asked my boyfriend if he had it plugged into his gps, and he said yes, so I trusted him.
We pulled up to the house, and I recognized it right away; I saw the pasture we had gone out in, and the dirty, white house close to the barn. I stepped out of the car and asked my friend what the purpose of stopping there was. She said, "to have them sign the letter, since you don't have the receipt [for the medication]."
I walked in the house, and they had just finished up with something, and were starting snack. It took a few minutes to pass out snacks to so many kids, so I just waited quietly for them to be available. The mom was Reba McIntire, and the dad was a guy i know.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Flexi-glass
I was at some sort of flea market when I found my cousin's wife exhibiting. She had a lot of really nice things (a lot of variety, too). I found a couple things I REALLY wanted to buy from her. One was a colorful piece of glass, sort of folded in half, but still flexible (cuz...ya know...real glass can be flexible). The other thing was some big bowl, or something wooden or something. I can't remember. But I was definitely planning on buying something... just one thing... but could NOT decide which I wanted. Then my cousin came over and I talked to him for a bit, and I had to leave again before I could decide what to buy.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
The 'P' Stands for Garbage
I was with my friend, Jim (a UPS driver) and we came outside to see another UPS guy loading up, so I decided to help him. Soon, Jim was helping, too. Although we weren't loading packages; we were loading garbage. I was combining dumpsters so it was easier for the guy to dump. Some of it was really heavy, so it took a lot of effort to lift up into the dumpster. Jim was wearing jeans and a hoodie, while I was wearing a t-shirt and skort. I had decided to wear the skort instead of jeans, because I wanted to enjoy the breeze on my legs for the last time in awhile. Suddenly, Jim was the one I was helping, and he was now in his brown uniform. He tried to hand me a vest to wear (made from bubble wrap) to keep my clothes clean, but I didn't want to put it on, probably for fear of "volunteering" to help more than I wanted. As I worked, I noticed some cooking grease and other nasty food garbage very near my skort, so I was trying to be careful not to get it on me. I figured if I did, I would never be able to get it completely clean. I thought to myself, "maybe I should have worn grubby clothes... is it too late to change?" Sure enough, I dipped the edge of my skort in the grease.
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