I now believe that it is no coincidence I woke up this morning with the song from "Winnie the Pooh" in my head. The specific line, "and it feels...like a rather blustery day".

That bear is a genius I tell you.

All night I couldn't sleep. I woke up oh, say, every 10 minutes, and finally decided it wasn't worth it to waste more energy in trying to go back to sleep so I got up around 6:30 am and started getting ready.

Felt kinda crappy...I didn't have any time Monday to ice my jawbone or anything, and my face was kinda hurtin.

It was raining and yucky outside. Probably part of what aided in keeping me up all night.

For some strange reason as I was grabbing my keys to leave, I also grabbed a small pile of quarters (reason unbeknownst to me at the time...I never use change anywhere) and shoved them in my bag, thinking I was on my way.

I hop in the car to be greeted by my lovely Mr. Mraz singing his heart out about smiling for the sun.

I reach the corner and start to brake at the stop sign.

My car LURCHES forward, and my rear tires lock up. "Lovely", I think to myself. Although I was leaving for work about an hour and a half early, thinking I would make some stops on the way, however now I should have adequate time to get my brakes checked/fixed and still make it close to time. Maybe half an hour late max.

I manuver my car down the street to the closest Auto shop that advertises "BRAKES" in large letters on their sign. I wait about an hour, read up on why exactly Tim McGraw is the number one husband in the world (according to Redbook readers) and find out that my car is actually un-helpable. At least to these fine folks, as they lacked the proper technology required to fix problems with the ABS system in my car because it's all computer related. They apologize, thank me, and send me on my way, car still broken.

Thanks to mom, who I had checked in with prior to catching up with Tim, I decided to go to a Dealership, where they DO have fancy computer-ness, find one with big letters that read "PONTIAC" on it, and take my car to sit with some of it's lost bretherin.

Here, Mr. Mustache guy greets me at the desk, listens to my tale of woe, and says that they can help. He takes my keys and directs me to a waiting room. Maybe an hour later, he enters the waiting room...unfortunately not with news for me, but to retreive a beverage from the machine. Although, nicely enough he offers to buy me a soda...."soda", I have a feeling if he knew I called it "pop" he would not have been so generous. I however politely refused, regardless of the pleasant 10 second conversation we had about the horrors of using oil-based paint on houses. "It's messy" and "It smells" were the two strong points we agreed on.

After he left, I stared off into space some more, untill my boss called me and told me not to bother with coming in today. I think this was around 11:00.

Around 12:30, I was discovering my love for Texas (if only for the larger-than-average food products sold in vending machines, relating to the preportion from which state their names are derived--this is where the wonderous quarters from earlier in the morning came to play their small role in what I'm assuming is my dreadful destiny).

My moments of doting upon this magnificent piece of land and it's ignorance in naming anything bigger and better after itself was cut short when I was briefly distracted by a man in a white polo shirt passing through on his way to the restroom.

I then restorted to staring at the Pontiac logo emblazoned on the "Soda" Machine, and contemplating how long I would continue to do so--which proved to be shorter than expected as my attention shifted to contemplating how long this dude would be in the restroom, and why I had previously turned down Mr. Mustache's attempt to buy e a drink. (Out of context this sounds kinda creepy, but remember I'm in a waiting room, not a bar or lounge)Strike One against Texas and it's pastries = side effects resulting in thirst.

Although, on the larger than life TV (from Japan, not Texas) I overheard the name "Ridge Forrester" being used and was instantly intrigued (wouldn't you be?). Needless to say I soon figured out I was watching a soap opera. See, now, Ridge Forrester seems like the type of guy who would be caught (presumedly by his wife)trying to buy a random woman a drink..in a lounge.

Finally Mr. White Polo Shirt finally emerged from the closet, I mean restroom, to my left, and began making awkward small talk involving my jon (I forgot I was still wearing my Best Western nametag) and my car which is "pretty out-dated dont'ya think?". Considering I bought it a year ago and up to this point was quite pleased to own a vehicle who's year begins with the number "2", I was inclined to disagree.

So after completely dissing me ("So, sales department at a hotel...what kind of job is that?")and my car he told me I should browse the parking lot while I wait, for "some pretty good deals". I think my suit must have decieved him into thinking that $14,000 dollars equals 'pretty good deal' to me.

Luckily he left soon, and I was left on my own for a few more hours. Around 2:00 they came back with the diagnosis for my car. $507.00 and a little tender lovin' care, and she'd be up and about in a few hours. Mr. Mustache understood that $500 was not so feesible for me, and so he gave me a student discount. Now all I need is $457.00 to magically appear in front of my face. And a ride to work.

Fortunately a nice Mr. Van I shall call him, was able to give me a ride to work while they operate on Tikisha. At first I thought, "this is going to be extremely awkward" as I got into the van with this big bald dude. But it was actually probably the highlight of my day. We had a pleasant enough conversation that lasted the majority of the 20 min. drive, with topics ranging from Pizza to Beer, and Football. You can see how one subject naturally followed another. Interesting thing, he and his friends once tore down a field goal post after Missouri "wooped" the Huskers last year out here. I'm sure Beer was involved, and maybe ingested with some of the fabulous pizza he was telling me I had to try.

Maybe Maggie, Reid, and I can try some when they come visit. Oh my god, I think I actually just looked forward to something and had a "bright" moment for the first time today.


This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I'll never tread
These are the dreams I'll dream instead
This is the joy that's seldom spread
These are the tears...
The tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head

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