It’s no longer inside of me
Threatening the life it belongs to
-- Anna Nalick

Just a couple of bullet points:
1) James Blount – ok, so she is freaking beautiful. Stop your whining about it, ok? Seriously.
2) Daniel Powter – so I had a bad day, what’s it to you? I promise, if I hear this one another time on the radio, the only one “taking one down” will be my car stereo as it is ripped from my dash and thrown out the window.
3) Men and shopping carts. Guys, it DOES NOT make you less macho, less masculine, etc. to PUSH the cart. None of this pulling of the cart, one handed, all casual like. That is so not necessary. Real men can push a damn buggy at Wal-Mart, ok?

-- dabbs

To listen to me whine about nothing and everything all at once?
I am one of those melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone no doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid or am I just stoned?
-- Green Day

LOVE IT. I know it's old but it's sort of my song nowadays. Except for the high part, of course.

And I've been working like a dog
- The Beatles

I'm going to be honest here - dabbs is going away for a little bit because I have a huge, colossal sized project going on right now. But don't worry your pretty little heads, I'll be back soon. And I'm sure in the mean time I'll be right here to fuss and complain about the sheer insanity of it all.

- dabbs

But I'll never better bridges that I'm bent to burn
And dreaming doesn't do no good
Cause I don't wanna lie
That I'm okay and I'm alright
I'd rather take it and forget it
Consider this a warning
‘Cause I'll start another fight
And you'll say its all alright
I'll wait for the day when you find I'm too much for you, baby
-- Anna Nalick

We need to talk about Anna Nalick very soon, folks. But not today. Let’s talk about yesterday instead. I was tired, so very tired. It has been a long week and I’ve worked some extra hours and I was just done. So I went home and chilled for a little bit. I’ve been on a cooking kick recently (I use that term loosely) but I wasn’t feeling all Rachael Ray awesome so I decided to venture back out for dinner. I ended up at KFC to get some wings just as the wind started swirling and the lightning started flashing in the distance. All I wanted to do is get the wings and make it back home before it started raining.

Let me pause here and let all of you know that as a child I had red hair. I really was saddened to see it start to fade the older I got. In the spring and summer, if I’m outside enough, my natural highlights perk back up. And there’s always a bright red line of baby, curly hair right around my face. Anyway, all that to say this, I do believe it’s true that red heads are fiery. I do have a temper but I also keep it in check most of the time. But as my momma taught me, “don’t let anyone walk all over you, Amy, stand up for yourself, tell them what’s right and don’t take anything from anyone, don’t be rude or mean, but don’t let them run all over you because they always will try.” So I keep that in my back pocket at all times (along with my certified bad ass card in my wallet).

I got to KFC and there were 4 cars in the drive-thru. Again, all I wanted to do was get home and relax because I was so tired. I made it to the place where you order and sat there, and sat there and sat there. I sat there long enough for a bird to come and land on the menu/order thing and mock me with his song. Finally a woman said, “Welcome to KFC, Can I take your order?” I ordered my damn wings and she asked me to repeat it – TWICE. The wind started picking up and I could hear thunder now. Grrrr…… I could feel the blood slowly creeping up into my face, but I didn’t want to find a spit wad in my food, so I kept quiet. I mean, I had been waiting for a while now and I JUST WANTED TO GO HOME. Another 2 minutes pass with nothing – no acknowledgement of my order, no total, no drive forward please, nothing. Another woman comes on and take my order AGAIN – 2 MORE TIMES. Then silence again. All the cars in front of me were long gone so I just went to the window.

I sat there and a lady did acknowledge me by saying, “So, uh did you want anything else?” At this point, I was done speaking and I just shook my head. I didn’t want to go to the trouble of giving them my debit card because I figured it would take 10 more minutes so I handed her a Hamilton. She came back with my change which was $4.02 just as it began to rain. I sat scowling as she dropped two pennies in my hand and then she released the cash into the wind. I looked at her. She looked at me. We looked behind the Jeep as the cash flew off. One dollar landed behind my back tire and the rest was out of sight. It began to rain harder. She looked back at me and laughed.

I didn’t laugh. And somewhere the words came out of my mouth before running through the filter in my brain. It was as if I was floating above the Jeep, watching myself. I looked at her, expressionless, and said in a very cool tone, “I am not getting out of this car to get that money.” She raised her eyebrows in shock. “I am not getting out of this car to get that money. This whole experience has been completely ridiculous and I’ve been here over 10 minutes. I will not be getting out of this car to get my money.” She muttered something under her breath. I chose to ignore it. I didn’t see what the big deal was, all she needed to do was have her manager open her drawer and give me my four dollars. They could get out there and dig around for the lost cash whenever. She shook her head in disgust and walked away. I didn’t know what was going on until I looked in my rearview mirror and she was picking up the money. Meanwhile, another lady came to the window and said, “hey baby what are you waiting on?” I pointed and she started to laugh. The lady rounded up my money, muttering, “I swear to God one of these days…” She handed it to me and I drove off.

To close, more Anna Nalick:
Driving away from the wreck of the day
And it's finally quiet in my head
Driving alone, finally on my way home to the comfort of my bed
And if this is giving up, then I'm giving up

--dabbs