B O B 2

I sit here wondering if Brother stories will ever stop. This is only the second I've really told you about but oh, there are so many more. A cornucopia, perhaps. :)

So I'm sitting at our coffee table the other day, eating the delicious turkey sandwich I just made, again, minding my own business when my phone rings. It's brother. So out of second nature, I mentally prepare myself for my conversation with him and then I answer.

"Hey, Bob."
"Hey, Kel!"
"What's up?"
"I wanted to talk to you. So Lucky is going to die one day."
*crickets*
"You there?"
"...uh huh..."
"Okay, cool. So when Lucky dies, can we call a taxidermist?"
*crickets*
"Kel?"
"What...the...hell?"
*snickers, laughs*
"That isn't funny, Bobby. Why would you ask me that question?"
*snickers some more* "What? We couldn't?"
"No, that's disgusting. Please, don't call me back." *Hangs up*

Lucky, is my baby. He's the cutest, sweetest cat you've ever met. No lie. He has converted many anti-feline people. He's not like other cats. He's a little pudgy and has won the heart of everyone he's ever cuddled up with. You don't even know.

As I was hanging up on brother, I could still hear his evil little chuckle on the other end...

I'll never understand it. I feel you can never really mentally prepare yourself for brother. No matter how hard you may try...

That same night #2 made some awesome Green Bean Almondine. It made my heart sing.



That's all, folks!

P.S. - Finished all summer school today!! *Does a little boogie* Freedom! *Gospel choir echos, "Freedom!!"*

If you like Pina Coladas...

I got caught in the rain THREE times this week....it's been kind of fun and very humorous.

Just sayin'.

The Worst Roommate That Ever Lived

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I know, right?!

It hurts me, too. Those of you who know me, know how important and eminent my bed is to me. You see, I have this thing about people in my bed who are not me... My bed is a beautiful, beautiful thing. With my wonderful high thread count sheets, my heavenly down comforter, and my down pillows, nights are like sleeping in the clouds. I have no problems with people sitting on my bed. None whatsoever. But to pull down the sheets and to get into my beloved little slice of heaven on Earth is MURDER! How could she do it? Look how cruel she is! All entwined in my little fluffy cloud. There is a haunting look of satisfaction on her face.

You have your own bed, #2! A bed you claimed to be the most comfortable out of the three of ours! So why must you do this to me?!

She does it because she knows it shakes my very core...She rubbed her face in my sheets!! And then she laughed!! What an evil laugh it was! *sobs* I go through torture like this everyday of my life. I live in fear. It use to just be physical abuse. I could take that. The bruises healed. But this? No, I fear that I will never be the same after this.

That's it! I'm moving out.

Smooth Sailing

So I've been getting a lot of, "So how come you never talk about me in your blog?" Surprisingly from a hand full of people! Sorry, my loves!

Finals are in a couple of days so that is really where all my attention is being pointed at. School work and work work are really taking up all my time at this point. After this week, however, that will fortunately not be the case for a little while. I hadn't realized I was so exhausted until I found myself climbing into bed at around 10 o'clock last night! I know, right? I got just about 12 hours of sleep. Though I feel like I may have needed that, my body isn't too happy with me getting such an immense amount of sleep like I did. Oh well! She'll forgive me! :)

I've picked up Wizard's First Rule again now that I'm finished Captivating. So good!

This weekend was not too bad at work. I got to see a lot of Miss Panda.



Isn't she just the prettiest thing?! Boy, have I missed this girl!

After work on Saturday, a bunch of us went to The Cabin which is a little local bar down the street from work. I caught up a little with Gregarious and my Archnemesis. That was really nice. Goof got hit on by an older woman who seemed to have had a little too much to drink that night. She approached him by the jukebox....I took pictures...



What?! I had to! It was too funny!



She was quite a woman. Eventually, he escaped to the bathroom and sent a mass text to all of us who were there. The message simply read, "FML"

Good times, eh Goof? hehe!

Sunday I worked again and then headed back to the apartment. Went to 8 o'clock mass with #2. Afterwards, we got to see my VBF, No Hitter, and Hollywood!



Those guys are somethin' else, I'll tell ya! When I was hugging my VBF goodbye, he decided it'd be funny to pick me up...it was scary. He did the same thing to #2 and her reaction was great! :)

So that was the weekend. I'll be going home for a good little bit starting Friday.

For some reason I feel extremely eager/anxious about something. I don't know which one (eager or anxious), I don't know what that "something" is, and I have absolutely no clue as to why. Eh, who knows?

B O B

Oh, brother.

He's quite a character. He's also my best buddy. And, whether we can believe it or not, we share the same blood. ;) He has taught me a lot but probably the most important thing I've learned from him is to not take myself too seriously. He brings out the very best and the very worst in me giving us a crazy rollercoaster-esque relationship that not many people understand. I don't even understand it!

Yesterday I was getting ready for work, washing my face, minding my own business when he comes in the bathroom to talk. He takes one look at me and asks, "Whoa, why do you have big bags under your eyes?" Thanks, bro! So I had to explain to him that they were not bags, that they were circles and I had them because I am a college student who had to study for a test the night before. "They're like dark shadows," he added....*sigh* I then told him that if he ever had a thought like that again, it'd be best to just keep it to himself. Actually...I wish my response was that polite... in reality I called him an arse, slammed the door, and wallowed in self-pity. Hey! We can't all be perfect!

The door remained closed for about a minute. Brother stood there desperately trying to make amends by saying things like, "I have circles, too, Kelly! A lot of people have circles!" It was really sweet and, considering my feelings weren't hurt in the least, I decided to relieve his grief like the amazing big sister I am. ;) This is when I opened the door and explained to him that with women, it's probably best to keep certain types of thoughts to yourself and that a "You look lovely" would work just fine.

Lesson learned and I got a laugh out of it.