At least the hotel provided bottled water for the teeth-brushing and face-washing this morning. My extensive camping experience finally came in handy.
Things got a little better after that, since my customer meetings went fairly well.
And then...I got pulled over. 73 in a 55. Sigh. I didn't even see the sign.
These are the moments when you pray for grace and favors even though you don't deserve it. I DID break the law, however inadvertently, but please, oh please, I didn't mean it and I promise to obey the law going forward. Cross my heart.
Heaven smiled on me, and the very kind officer (who was obviously having a much better day than me) let me go with a warning.
...you drop your favorite hair clip into the hotel toilet only to discover that there is no running water with which to wash your hands and the ill-fated clip.
Which also means there is no running water, period. Which is a bad thing when you need to shower and brush your teeth BEFORE meeting your new customers.
Nice.
Leah mentioned that she and I prayed for our husbands' last names before we married. And she's right, Handsome's last name really is cooler than Knighton. Believe it.
Is it wrong to pray that the meal you're eating will be served in heaven? Because it WAS that good.
The world looks different when you're a million miles away from home. Even the beautiful places are somewhat less glorious when you're alone.
Chasing tornados is one part crazy, one part scary, and one part awesome. I have enough morbid curiousity to want to chase storms, but not enough of a death wish to actually go through with it.
I don't understand why Indian tribes are allowed to own casinos. I do business with a few tribal schools, and I don't think it would be wise to ask, as much as I might wish to.
Lucy added me to her blog roll. AND in the last 48 hours, my site has been visited by people from Estonia, Kuwait, Poland, the UK, France, Germany, Canada, Texas and Missouri.
You know what this means? I AM somebody.
Thanks to everyone!
P.S. I haven't had any dreams about gum since Friday night. It seems that just recognizing what it was all about was enough to stem the tide. As a replacement, my dreams have been filled with country music. Which would actually make them nightmares, especially when one wakes up with the stupid song stuck in one's head. Can't decide which is worse, the gum or the country music.
P.P.S. I think the Starbucks barista might have slipped some caf in my decaf.
It's not every Sunday morning that the preacher discusses the inherent evil of loading Windows XP on your Macintosh. From the pulpit.
See. Windows really is the dark side. hehehe
It's not everyday that you see a full grown llama wandering around a well-manicured front lawn in a suburban neighborhood.
I read that Rush is working on another album. Hopefully, this will mean a tour in 2007 or 2008. I can hardly wait.
Also, I've been hearing a lot of Alice in Chains on the radio these days. Apparently, they're touring again, sans Layne Staley, of course. Sad we'll never hear Layne's voice again; he and Jerry Cantrell created some amazing melodies.
Metallica used to be much better. Can't say that I like any of their newer stuff.
I really enjoy Pat Boone's album In a Metal Mood. His cover of Crazy Train cracks me up.
Am I the only one who digs the music on that Dodge Charger commercial? You know, the mash of Hair of the Dog and Live & Loose.
I love oddball music, especially Hayseed Dixie, the bluegrass AC/DC tribute band. I think They Might Be Giants also qualifies in the oddball category, and I like them too.
I don't really like Korn (they're kinda scary), but Twisted Transistor rocks.
