My dream job
My dream job would be to be a puppeteer on a children’s show. Watching this reinforces that:
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I had a lovely cantaloupe sitting in the fruit bowl on my kitchen table. I bought it on Tuesday and it seemed to be approaching prime ripeness on Thursday night and I prepared to enjoy it on Friday.
Then, yesterday morning, I went into the kitchen and saw this awful green looking cat vomit next to the fruit bowl. And then I saw a bunch of big bites taken directly out of the cantaloupe. THAT CAT!!!!!!!! He ate the skin/rind (whatever you call it for cantaloupe) and ate a good portion of the cantaloupe.
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I’ve been bringing my laptop and working at different cafes with free wi-fi these days. I’m currently at a Panera Bread, unintentionally eavesdropping on a conversation between two 20-something guys. They’ve been talking about girls the whole time. They are pretty clueless about girls! When the conversation turns juicy, they lower their voices, but they’re only a few feet away from me so I can hear it ALL, even if I try to tune out and stop paying attention!
It’s all quite amusing.
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I’ve had my car since I was 18. I’m not a neat-freak, especially not when it comes to my car, so imagine my surprise when I found a large bag of coins under the chair. I remembered what it was for…a friend and I decided it would be funny to go to a local restaurant with terrible service and pay him entirely in coins. So, I looked all over the house for coins and came up with a sizable amount. I put it in the back seat of my car for later use.
The idea ceased to amuse me shortly thereafter. The bag was heavy, so it just sat there.
Seven years later, I decided that using Coinstar at my local supermarket would be a simpler alternative to putting them in rolls and going to the bank. I also found another jar of coins that Matt and I used to fill religiously when we first moved in together.
So, I went into Star Market with a tomato sauce jar filled with coins and a Danish cookie tin also filled with coins. I planned to purchase an Amazon gift certificate with the money, because if you get a gift certificate instead of cash, it won’t charge any fees.
I also thought that if I used it as an Amazon gift certificate, I would split the money with Matt, and use my half to buy something FUN. I am not a big spender, and I usually have buyer’s remorse after buying something that isn’t 100% necessary. If they gave me cash, I’d use it to buy groceries or something boring like that. With an Amazon gift certificate, I could buy something COOL!
I began putting my coins in. It kept spitting my coins back out at me and saying, “My, you have a lot of coins! Please stop for a moment while we catch up.” And it kept making funny sounds. After only $18 of coins in there, it got stuck and told me to get an employee to fix it.
Meanwhile, there was a polite woman waiting to use it after me with her two kids, who probably didn’t enjoy waiting for me!
I went to customer service to ask for someone to help me. They unlocked the machine and found that it was jammed with some things, including Canadian coins. He then told me to proceed.
$68 of more change later, it got jammed again. Embarrassed, I trudged back to the customer service counter to ask for more assistance.
The woman behind me in line still waited politely.
At that point, I decided I didn’t want to put anymore change in. I’d take the remainder of my change home. I hated Coinstar! I was tired of the annoying sounds it was making! I was tired of feeding it coins! Dumb ol’ Coinstar!
What a draining experience!
At that point, I just wanted to wave the white flag and surrender. It printed out my receipts and charged me the fees, so I got cash instead of an Amazon gift certificate.
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I have managed to catch a summer cold. The weather has been beautiful (not too hot, not too cool, and sunny) but alas, I cannot enjoy it.
No cold is worse than a summer cold. At least in the winter, I can curl up with a mug of steaming hot tea, and lounge on the couch until I feel better. In the summer, I really don’t want hot tea. I just want to be outside.
Instead, I am writing in my blog, spacey from cough syrup. I’m on day 4 of this cold. Yesterday was the worst day. I even napped, which I almost never do. In fact, I might go back to bed right now… :-(
Zzzzzzzzzzz!
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