Showing posts with label Randomocity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Randomocity. Show all posts

I can't be the only one...

So when I was in Birmingham the other day I parked at the big, Gothy Presbyterian Church downtown and noticed something that I thought was hilarious. I mean, really, it's a very cool coincidence.



I was feeding the parking meter when I noticed the next one down was blinking. I got closer and realized it was blinking "DEAD". Ok, so it's broken.



But then I walked a scooch down the sidewalk and saw some grafitti on a utility box:





















I mean, that's insane, right? Death, mort...get it? Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! I should throw away my T.V. because I entertain myself to no end.

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*sigh*

I'll spare you the gory details of this righteous indignation tale, but I had to have a "come to Jesus" meeting with my professor yesterday. I don't care what she says - she's wrong, I'm right, and I have lost respect for this woman. It will be difficult to remain in her class for the rest of the semester but such is life.

CALGON, TAKE ME AWAY!
I have been planning (BUYING STUFF) for Halloween since July or August. I'm winding down now and am mostly figuring out where to put which decorations, how gross to make the kids' food - you know, boogers on a stick = pretzels and green dip, etc.
I have fantabulous plans for this bash so I hope everything goes like it should. It would be a shame if it bombed. Of course, we're providing free food and that's usually enough to be considered a good party. :)
Please, peruse my latest photos:


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Some stuff I realized this week:

There's nothing spookier than bad taxidermy.

Chocolate chip double doozie cookies are so good they're a sin.

Moon pies are right behind 'em.

Doctors don't know as much as they think they know.

Slip covers are a pain.

Migraines are products of the devil.

My neighbor's dog can't tell time.

If you have an aversion to people toching your toes, you shouldn't get a pedicure.

Dualism is live and well:

Airline sacrifices goat to appease sky god

Superstitions

Are you superstitious?

I admit, I am at times. Although I am an educated woman, I occasionally find myself knocking on wood, stepping over cracks in the sidewalk, tying not to jinx myself, etc. My biggie, though, is more personal. When I was fifteen my best friend and I were in an automobile accident that left her banged up and left me in a hospital bed for six weeks. The song playing on the radio when we were hit was "Hotel California". I later learned that two other friends of mine had a car accident while listening to that song. Ever since then, if I hear that song in the car I immediately change the station. This happened yesterday on my way to graduate orientation. Of course, I nearly ran off the road trying to change the station. (Bev, you know what I'm talking about!)

So do any of y'all have superstitions that you can't seem to give up?


So I was on campus yesterday for orientation and it was a colossal waste of time. But I did get my student ID made and got a measles shot. I hear there are all kinds of discounts available to college students around here so I plan to scout that out soon. I only know of places like quickie oil change joints, maybe movie tickets and some fitness centers. I really hope there are some food-related discounts, though. 'Cuz really, that's my favorite thing.

On my way home I passed a dead dove on the sidewalk. No blood, no injury, just dead. I started to report it but wasn't sure who I should call. The health department? I mean, this could be evidence of bird flu or something. My hypothesis is that he had a freakin' heat stroke and just fell out of the tree. It was 102 yesterday. GODZILLA when will the unnatural heat end?!

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