Da, da, da da da.

I'm working on my fifth hour. Of being in a coffee shop. That's all in today. I'm not weird. It's just my day off. I woke up this morning to a rooster crowing. I leaned over and bopped my phone, harder than was needed prolly. It stopped making noises. And then it said "DROID!!!". So I looked at it again. "I'm done with my meeting, when will you be here?"-Audrey "Good-grief woman! I thought it was at ten!!! It's 9:30... You'll have to wait half hour at least. I'm still lying in bed." -Yours Truly
 So goes my morning. It was lovely fun. :)
Now I'm sitting here wishing I'da thunk to bring the card for the camera with so I could post some pictures. Shoot. I have a couple though, like this one:

I like this kid allot. He wont come live at my house though. I keep trying to talk him into it and he always says in a very dubious tone "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmummmmaaaa". I always assume that means he'd rather not. I'm really hoping he starts talking while I'm here.
 And I have this one too:

I am still a little awestruck that I actually have this picture. I never imagined I'd be lucky enough to have a picture of just me and my Grandpa Sid. He's one of people in my life who prays for me every. single. day. I don't think he could possibly understand how much that means to all of his grandkids. Love you Grandpa.

 Next week we are headed out to spend a week in Idaho, my cousin is getting married and I'm to serve at her wedding. I'm looking forward to seeing all my friends and relations out there. I'm in denial about the fact that two of the cousins MY AGE are married/getting married. And I've never met their significant other(s). This is disturbing. So goes life I guess! Ericka, you'd better watch out, I get to meet him before you're married... If he doesn't come up to specks....  :) JK, I'm sure he will.  

 I have an application in my book bag, half completed, for SMBI. I'm signing up for fifth term. We shall see if I'm too late for getting in. I wont be heart broken if I don't. I'm scared of Bible School. There are scary people there. ("Me? Imagine things? I should get down off of this unicorn and smack you!")

 My radio station just started playing Yellow Submarine. I did not ask it to, this station is supposed to be playing Maranatha! music. I am disturbed. "Da, da, da da da... Da, da, da da da". Help us all!!!

 I have enough caffeine in me for 40 hippo's. I should be sewing a dress. I should not be writing blog posts when I have 40 hippo's worth of  caffeine in me. It creates odd posts.  

 I have this picture too:

Bad pic, I sent it from my phone to my computer. It ended up looking like this. Which is fine, because you can't see how bad of a job pink bubble bath soap does with washing a pickup. Dad, I am still your daughter, and proud of it! :) Lance isn't the only one who ever "embraces his inner redneck". I locked this thing today because I had my computer in it. When we got back I could not get it unlocked. Amy could not get it unlocked. Audrey is superwoman. I am convinced. 

I had to crawl through the pickup to the other side to get the drivers door unlocked. Which is better than what Amy was threatening to do. She was gonna go in through the back window. I was parked on main street. The back window was wired shut *relieved sigh*. 

 I'm leaving now. 6 hours in a coffee shop is too many. Way to many. The Mt. Dew and omelet, the Dr.Pepper and chicken salad wrap, and the caramel frappe, were all pretty good though. Excuse me while I go on a quick 50 mile run and drink water till my teeth float, trying to get rid of all the calories and caffeine. 

 Bye peoples. I've proved I'm not dead now. -Frank