Same Bat Time, Same Bat Channel

It's time for the monthly Bregg-ism. He's the one that kept calling and texting; I finally told him to call me at a new number...the rejection hotline. [Need a refresher on the story of Bregg?] I had hope that he would take the hint, but deep down I knew he'd be back. *long sigh*

I got the text this morning and read it to the guys. Shad said, I didn't understand that, did you read it wrong? I handed him the phone. Nope, the guy is just an idiot. Kasey read it, we started contemplating how long it took him to write that, if he worked on a few drafts and this was the best he came to, how many girls did he mass-mail this to. All I know is, I feel dumber for having read it.

"So much research has been done on the worth of a soul, of a girl. =Priceless, and deserves the the best of the best of all boys. The Temple has always been the house to go to if ever she's wondering, or feels she wants to see another choice or 2."
{yes there were to "the"s, there was an equals sign, and no sense whatsoever}

Gotta Love a Joker

One of the girls I work with is named Marisha Akin; she is one of those people whom I never seem to really jive with. We tolerate each other but neither really gets the other. At work, Marisha works in the shipping/accounting department and we send all our orders and samples through her.

A few weeks ago I submitted samples for the National Cotton Council in Tennessee (fancy, huh?) and his name is Barry Akin. As I'm talking to Barry I think, gosh how many people do I know named Akin. Just her, I wonder if they're related. When I submit my samples I get an email from Marisha saying "He's my cousin!! I love him, Big Bad Barr". I was so excited, how cool is that?! I work with this guy's cousin. Rock on.

So I wait a week, call Barry back to make sure he received the samples and see what he thought. I got his voicemail so I mention the package and close with, "hey I think your cousin works here, call me back".

Today Barry called. We did the obligatory how was your three-day weekend, yada yada.

Me: Oh yeah, I think your cousin works here. Her name is Marisha.

Barry: Who? I don't know a Marisha.

Me: She's married to Michael. They live out here in Utah.

Barry: Well if she's a cousin of mine, I don't know her.

At this point I hear Marisha in the background saying, is she talking about me? What is she saying? And then she remembers. By this time I'm already into my next HORRIFYING statement :

Me: Yeah she said the family calls you Big Bad Barr.

Marisha is now squealing in both horror and what I think was uncontrollable laughter as she tells everyone else that she was lying to me. And then predicted, as soon as I hung up, I was going to kill her. I quickly changed the subject with Barry and took his order. As soon as I hung up, I ran over to her and tried to be mad but it was just too funny. The fact that I used the tagline Big Bad Barr is the best part. That gave me about 10 minutes of laughing so hard I was crying.

Who needs the gym when you've got me around making a fool of myself to substitute for an ab workout.

I love SNL

Who are the people in your neighborhood?

Do you remember that song on Sesame Street?

"Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood. In your neighborhood. In your neighborhood. Say who are the people in you neighborhood. They're the people that you meet when you're walking down the street. They're the people that you meet each day."

I can't tell you the last time I saw an episode of Sesame Street, that song is one that has stuck with me through my whole life. Some would call it a gift, I call it a curse. I feel like I've got a radio going in my head - songs pop in out of nowhere. But that's off-subject.

Last night as I was driving home I saw President Dieter Uchtdorf and his wife walking along Bountiful Blvd. Just walking. I was surprised he didn't have any bodyguards around. Just him and his wife in their cute little workout outfits. I guess they're not afraid of crazies in Bountiful.

Evidently there are a lot of church leaders just a few blocks away. My parents went to a ward where Elder Bednar attends when they were looking at houses. When the sacrament meeting was closing he got up and left an apostolic blessing on the congregation. Can you imagine giving a talk in that ward, I would be beyond nervous.

You got SERVED

I took the plunge. I finally served Adam the divorce papers. Well, I sent them certified mail and that is serving him. I kinda hope he doesn't sign the certificate or something so I can have the Sheriff serve him at work. Wouldn't that be awesome! Oh man, I'd pay the $20 for that to happen with a video camera going.

Another big step, this morning I deleted him from my Facebook friends. I had a slight panic attack but the guys were there for moral support. Kasey took a picture to mark the moment my new life started.

(just a little freaked out)