What's going on with me?

4-18-06 - I�m crossing my fingers, knocking on wood, etc...

Last Thursday, I was talking to this Cory at work and she mentioned a guy by the name of Jeremiah and how he plays DDR. I wrote a story about him a couple months ago on this page on February 26. Well, I told her that I had a funny story to tell her about him. I told her everything about what he said to Clark and then the conversation with me. When I finished the story, she just smiled real big and said, �You know, I heard that story last night, but I had no idea you were the other guy in it.� Boy did that surprise me! I asked her what she heard and apparently Jeremiah heard about some guy (being me) that claimed to be great at the game for the past ten years or was considered great for that long, which is absurd since the game hasn�t been out that long. So Jeremiah called the dude and challenged him, making some big deal out of it like it would be the dance-off of the century, or something. Well, the dude pretty much just blew him off telling him there was no point because who cares? I find it funny that I�m kinda a living legend for something I didn�t do and never claimed to do.

Over the weekend, I played 4.5 hours� worth of racquetball and also helped move the aforementioned Clark and his wife Honey out of their apartment for about 3.5 hours. I was worn out Sunday night and all day yesterday. I think I�m pretty much good to go for racquetball again tonight, though.

On Sunday, I did something I�d never done before: I washed my car without being told to. Before, the rain was enough to keep it relatively clean, but between construction at work, pollen, and parking under trees, it got so nappy that I couldn�t stand looking at it. Of course, a day after washing it (and I�d barely driven anywhere), it was nappy again. Oh, well.

Ok, so last month, I caught a woman named Toni taking my water out of the microwave at work without thinking twice about it. Every morning, I warm up water for tea. I started warming it up and realized I still had my jacket on. I walked back to my office to put it in there and came back. I wasn't gone 15 seconds and I saw her take something out of the microwave and scuttle down the hall. I walked to the microwave and saw my cup on top and so I put it in there and stodd there, only pseudo upset. She came walking back by and asked if it was my thing she took out. "Yup." "Oh, sorry *giggle*" and she was gone. Whatever.

This morning, I filled my measuring cup with water, place it in the microwave, started it (and I know for a fact it was running), and walked to talk to Brandon while it was heating, which has become the norm. Well, I saw Brandon go into the printer room as I was filling my cup, so I went in there to go chat with him. Not ten seconds after I went in there, he was leaving to go back to his office (which is next door on the main hall and is about 20 feet from the microwave). I stepped out there and heard my supervisor say, �It�s Tony�s.� I looked up and saw Toni removing my water from the microwave and ask, �Tony _____�s?� (referring to the third Tony on our hall). I, in a kind of pissy tone, said, �No, Tony [my last name]�s.� Toni, trying to cover for herself, said, �It�s still cold.� �Well yeah, you just took it out. I had it set for four minutes.� �Well, you need to put it in for longer, since it�s still cold. Do you want me to put it in for four minutes when I get done?� I can�t believe a grown woman with her oldest child about two years younger than me is immature enough to repeatedly do something like that. She�s done it to me twice and she�s been caught both times.

4-10-06 - Nothing incredibly spectacular has been going on lately, hence the drought in entries.

I went to Cookeville on Saturday just for a few hours. I had a good ole time there and I�m very glad I went. I wish I could�ve spent more time and seen more people there, but Knoxville beckoned.

Nicole was in town last night and visited, and that was good, too.

I�ve been trying to play racquetball more lately, but the court at Chris�s apartment complex also has a basketball rim in there. This causes the court to be inhabited by non-racquetballers on what seems to be a very frequent basis. Chris and I went to go play at 10:15 Saturday night. It was taken. We went back to his apartment and tested a board game that I bummed off Liz when I visited her earlier in the day. We finished at about 12:30 and checked the court again...still infested. Lordy.

As I was updating my page, I had a conversation with someone that I've been wanting to have for over a year. It feels really good to get it out of my system. I, at this moment, feel the best I've felt in a while. Yay for good friends :-)