Friday, May 1, 2009

Friday Fragments

Dang. Do NOT hit enter before you type anything. It'll try to post! Anyway, it's Friday, so that means it's time for Friday Fragments. I was having a hard time thinking of some things and then it occurred to me . . . hey, I TWITTER. Maybe that'll be a good way to remember some things? Every so often I have a good idea . . . so let's go!

I work at our local race track(s) on the weekends. This past weekend, I noticed a particular, er, hairstyle. From 4-7, total mullet count? 7. Do these people not have other people who care about them in their lives? I would hope at some point someone would tell me, "Hey, Sheri, get into the 21st century!"

This week I had to rely, again, on my co-workers and their generosity in getting me to work while my car, Daisy, was in the shop. The good side to that? I haven't laughed that hard going to and from, ever. Did you know that Cindy loves the blower at the car wash? She said she loves watching the water bead up and blow away. Also, we learned what happens to road kill. Yesterday there was a guy doing clean up. He just flung it off to the side - gross!

Someone has hit my mail box several many times - the most recently splintered the 4x4 post. So, off to Lowe's I went to replace it. Now, if I were setting up "stuff" in a store, I would make sure that everything you needed was in that one spot. Fortunately, a guy I used to know from another organization showed up and I was able to bat my eyelashes at him. Feminists, don't hate on me - I only had 30 minutes for lunch!

I had been "texting" with an old friend. We got re-acquainted recently. Well, suddenly, one day, messages just stopped. No explanation. Now, I spent 2 years with a guy and didn't question any thing like that, and I was NOT going to do it again, so I called him out on it. The response? "I know. I'm sorry. I suck." Well . . . . at least it's some kind of a response! I should have known.

Last night Laurel came down and walked with me here in Skeeter Flats. Then, she suggested we go to Don Tequila for dinner. Since I normally have nachos for dinner, why the heck not? Er, because it meant that I got home way past bedtime. But, the company was awesome, I got to play some Guitar Hero: Metallica, and I haven't laughed like that it quite a while. So worth it.

And now, I have to go put myself together. Come play with us!


I am Harriet said...

What's with the mullet wearing people anyway??

Smoochiefrog said...

Maybe you should brick up your mailbox. That might help keep the punk from playing mailbox baseball. I don't think they'd win against brick. ;)

I'm wondering if you're in the South. Mullets are still big there. Well, they've always been and always will be big there.

shopannies said...

lets hope the hair style does not come back