sunday

On Sunday Scott ran a marathon in town that ended down by the water.  I decided to walk to the finish line to see him cross, which I never ended up doing because it took me a lot longer to make the walk than I had anticipated.  Perhaps it had something to do with the stopping every few minutes to take pictures like this, but came you blame me.  There is so much going on in this sign that I agree with.

I also walked past the local elementary school who's sign read:

I had forgotten all about spring break.  Spring break was awesome.  Even in elementary school, before all the drinking.  I always used to relish the thought of, "what class would I be in right now if I were in school".  Let's see, it's 2:00pm right now, I have no idea what I would have been doing in elementary school.  I don't even think I know what I would have been doing in high school.  We got out at 3:30, so at 2:00 would you be just getting ready for your final class?  I feel like it was always something horrible, maybe just because it was the last class of the day.  Maybe because high school was horrible.  I am no longer enjoying this trip down memory lane.

Back to my walk, and things I do enjoy.  I walked down Osprey Avenue which takes me past Jon's favorite house in Sarasota:

It's hard to capture the beauty and spectacle of this house in a photograph.  The walls are hot pink and actually have nacreous shells mixed in with the concrete so it glitters in the sun as you move past it.  The shutters are purple and there are gargoyles and things in various places around it.  I feel like it's one thing to live in a house like this, it would be another thing to have to live across the street and look at that all the time.

Scott ended up having to pick me up downtown because that's all the further I had made it before he was done with the marathon and ready to go home.  I took him out to breakfast to make up for it, which is where he received this coffee cup:

Now I'm fine with the cutesy mix and match mugs at a restaurant but somehow this crosses a line.  I feel like this isn't just somebody's mug, this is Jamie's mug, and he wants it back.  As far as I'm concerned he can have his gross mug from Myrtle Beach back, good riddance.

So yeah, that was basically my day yesterday, completed when I stood up, forgetting that my phone was in my lap, and watched it bounce on it's protective rubber case until it fell in the pool and sank to its watery grave.  I took it all apart last night and thought I let it dry out but I guess not.  When I put the battery in this morning and turned it on it seemed fine and first, then started vibrating and did not stop.  It actually started vibrating like a car revving it's engine.  Finally the vibrating just got slower and slower until it stopped altogether.  RIP droid, you were a good phone.

Now I have the new droid to play with for the rest of the day.  Will report later.

Lies

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I google searched for "sexy male secretary" and believe it or not this was the only picture that even came close.  wtf?

Anyways, I was under the impression that if I wore a low cut blouse and did a lot of smiling I could have a cushy job sitting behind a desk at any company U.S.A.

Lies! 

I have spent every day this week at work sending out resumes to anybody I can possibly send a resume to.  Like seriously.  I've actually just started going to websites for businesses that I would like to work at and then sending them my resume begging them to hire me. 

Lets see, what kind of work did my education prepare me for.  Well we did lots of group projects, eye to eye knee to knee, pqp, etc.  Oh and there was that time we had to do the 100 source annotated bibliography, that was hard.  Hmm.  Let's see, an hour and a half of theatre class, 5 days a week for 7 years.  That's got to count for something right?  right?

::cricket cricket::

I got an A on a book report I wrote based entirely on the back jacket of the book.  I think that pretty much sums up my experience with "work". 

  Dear Oprah,

         May I please live on your island while you are not using it?  I can make myself scarce whenever you want to come by, I promise.  Thanks.

   xoxo

poo poo patrol?

In high school we had a really crazy science teacher who made us learn all of the scientific names for shells, among many other random things. We were at a Florida zoo and they had a shell collection in the gift shop. When I saw this I had so many memories come flooding back.

For some reason this teacher would refer to detention as "poo poo patrol" and would cordon off a corner of the dry erase board and label it "P3" (p cubed). If you did anything wrong, or if he was feeling uppity at you for no reason at all, your name would get put in the box for poo poo patrol.

He was my homeroom teacher in 9th grade and one morning some middle school kids were reading their poetry during the morning announcements. Somebody sitting next to me made me laugh and he thought I was laughing at their poetry so he gave me poo poo patrol. It was the only time I ever had it. I had to stay after school and pick up trash from the student parking lot with Joel Hamilton. I remember we found a condom.

This teacher would also frequently remind us that men could get breast cancer too, and then to emphasize the point would gently cup his man boobs.

If you want to get an idea of what he was like just imagine Wendy Williams as a middle aged french canadian man. I'm not kidding, they are pretty much exactly the same person.