safety vest on tight

I bought a new cd and totally thought that was a line in a song. Until I read the words to the song. Definitely not safety vest. And nothing that should remotely sound like "on tight." Thank goodness I didn't sing those words out loud to anyone. Reminds me of high school. The song Papa loved Mama by Garth Brooks. My best friend thought the words were "mama was a hooker, lord how she shined." Nope. It's "mama was a LOOKER..."

Anyhoo...I got a call the other day from my old DSS peeps - wanting info on a family I had a case with. They wanted anything I could remember - which was a lot because the family was very odd. But now it makes me wish I was back at DSS, because I really want to know what's going on. And I've always worried about this kid. But mostly because I'm nosy.

And as if that weren't enough to make me want to be back with my old peeps, I finally got pictures developed (10 rolls, some from 3 years ago), and some pictures were from my last day at DSS. We took a group picture outside. That made me all teary, and then laugh hysterically that there were 8 or so pictures and only one was decent. One person had their tongue out in one, then eyes were closed in another, goofy faces from being in mid-sentence, etc. Hilarious. And this was normal for us - it would always take multiple tries for a picture because we're retarded. And it's obvious from the pictures.

I also had a bunch of pictures of Peyton. Have I mentioned that he's adorable?

Aaaannnnnnddddd..........i'm done.

Unconditionally

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye."

I wish you enough.

Promises

Can suck it.

A few minutes ago, I went to get one of my mini candy bars out of the mini-fridge's extra mini freezer section, and I unwrapped it and began eating. I then noticed the smell of gas. Not the gas you're embarrassed by, but the gas that allows your car to function properly. And I think to myself "I didn't get gas this morning." I notice that my left pointer finger is wet. I wipe it on my jeans thinking that I just slobbered all over my hand in an attempt to eat aforementioned candy. I then notice that the candy smells like gas (again, the car kind, not the butt kind). Alarmed, I throw the rest away (*sigh*) and go reach for another. I then realize that there is a small pool of liquid in the mini fridge mini freezer. It smells like gas. Now, who the hell put gas in my mini freezer? It runs on electricity not gas!!! So now all my mini candy bars are ruined. RUINED!! Do you know what kind of mood this puts me in???? NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT IT IS THAT TIME OF THE MONTH AND NOW I'VE HAD TO THROW AWAY MY ONE SALVATION?????????? AND NOT TO MENTION, PROBABLY EVERYONE ELSE'S SALVATION AS WELL! I mean - HOW THE HELL DID GAS GET IN MY MINI-FRIDGE???? Now I'm wondering if everything in there is contaminated, and if I will now have to go purchase lunch from some establishment such as Taco Bell. Will this travesty ever end???

Maybe it's kerosene.

Since I failed to mention earlier - I'm pretty sure that the slobberiness that was on my hand that I wiped on my jeans was in fact the gas/kerosene. And now I'm going to smell it all day. I smell like a mechanic. And I'm not finding it sexy in the least. All I need to complete the look is black gook under my fingernails and stained blue coveralls. Sweet.

I smell gas....

And I just realized the irony when I was considering going to Taco Bell.....