Hurricanes make me hungry

Hurricane Ernesto (Airrrrr-NAYsto!) has got me craving some cuban food. Will the storm gain strength? Will it be a category 1 when it hits Charleston? Will it die down and just give us lots of rain? Will the strong winds blow trees into the windows of our house? Will I lose my newly strong wifi connection at home? Will I ever understand why criminals on COPS refuse to wear shirts? WILL WE EVER SEE SURI CRUISE?!?!?! Does anyone even care anymore?

They forgot Meredith

Yes, I watch too much TV. My most recent support of this statement came when I took a grammar quiz on msn.com today. The names in the examples were Bailey, Derek, Denny, Finn, Christina, George, Addison and Burke. Anyone? Anyone?

I'm a hot mess

My mother had a very good description for my troubles lately but now I can't remember how she said it. Basically I need to make a big, long, hoop skirt with little orange cones on the bottom. I had stuff in my hands and was walking out of the kitchen and into the living room. Well I'm obviously not used to all the new furniture in the house because I stubbed my pinky toe on a baker's rack that is now in the kitchen. I wanted to shout expletives but restrained for my grandmother's sake. Usually when one stubs one's toe, it goes away after a little while. Well when my pain didn't subside, I realized I might have done actual damage. I iced it for a while and after the ice pack had thawed, I looked at my poor little toe and it was a very dark purple color. This morning it's gone back to a dark pink/red/purple so that's good.

I actually enjoyed the Emmy's last night and laughed out loud a number of times. Sure, I disagreed with more than half of the winners but I enjoyed it.

On a sad note, my friend Christy's roommate, Michelle, found out she has cancer so please keep her in your prayers. The doctors think they removed all of the tumor which is good. And from what Christy says, she's a fighter but that's got to be so scary!

Say your prayers, dirtbag!

When I leave my house in the morning it's still dark out. As I was driving, I noticed something on the right windshield wiper. At first I thought it was a leaf but it had a strange shape. Then I caught a better glimpse of it under a street light. It was a praying mantis that was holding onto my wiper for dear life. I'm guessing this was its version of a roller coaster. So for the better part of my drive this morning, I was trying to figure out what to do with this thing. I didn't want to smear him across my windshield. And I didn't want him crawling back under my hood which is where I'm assuming he came from. He finally moved and went under the wiper so I then used the wipers until he finally flew away.

THERE ARE TOO MANY DANG BUGS DOWN HERE!!!!

We're having a really bad thunderstorm right now. I'm not looking foward to the drive home. Charleston is known for flooding. At least I don't drive a low-rider. I'm thinking the shade in my windshield is a bit useless today. It was sunny when I got here but now it's as dark as night outside. These are the days to be at home, on the couch and either reading a good book or watching game shows.

Sad but not surprising

This was in our paper this morning. I also think that the stats are off. I have a feeling a lot went unreported. Plus I'm sure a lot of the guys they questionned thought it was a joke. I guess having women on campus is still kind of a joke to many of these guys.

Pasta water burns

I was making pasta for the family and the noodles kept sticking to the bottom of the pot. I was tryng to get them loose when I unfortunately caught some water in the pasta scooper and splashed myself with boiling water. And then when my mom sprayed the aloe, burn stuff on my tummy it hurt worse. I actually had to lie with an ice pack on me for a few hours for the pain to go away. Then later I walked into a door jamb which didn't help the situation.

Supposedly the movers are coming today. I may leave work this morning to go home and assist since my papa is at an all day interview. Good luck pops!

Oh and the uncle has left the building. Though it took him absolutely all day to pack his car. There were more Rubbermaid containers and just loads of stuff.

And so it begins...

Now we start getting the calls from parents. They vary from their son/daughter being treated unfairly, to not having a room, to being sent home on a medical discharge. These parents love calling anyone and everyone just to be heard. Personally I would never call the President's office about such matters. There are plenty of other people who (should) take care of whatever problem their child is having. But once in a while we should be contacted with an issue. It's rare but it does happen.

In other news my parents stuff should be arriving soon (late today or early tomorrow). What a mess.

Oh and my uncle is still in the house. It's getting beyond obnoxious. Supposedly he was leaving this morning. I really wouldn't doubt it if I got home and the car was still in the driveway. He even complained about missing his own bed the other day. "WELL GO HOME THEN!!!" He's been doing stuff for my grandmother which is helpful but this is all stuff he should have done the first week he was here. There are other mental/emotional issues but enough is enough. Over 2 weeks at someone's home is plenty.

Ghosts of cadets past

I think our office is haunted. My drawer keeps opening by itself. And this morning I closed the door to the office, went to the back room, came back out and the door was open. Nobody had come in or out. I'm sure it's stuff that could be explained but it's just odd that all this stuff happened in one day.

They're dropping like flies

Still in the midst of outprocessing. Most reasons these kids give for leaving are in regards to the military lifestyle not being a good fit for them. Once in a while we get a fantastic excuse. We have two really funny ones and one that's a real bummer.

Funny #1 - I didn't realize this was a military school.

Funny #2 - I never applied to the school in the first place.
(Turns out his mom applied for him)

Bummer situation - A girl who had applied here can't afford it. She had a Naval ROTC Scholarship to flippin' MIT but the scholarship can't be transferred here. I'm just impressed that she'd rather go here than MIT. She left the school already so I didn't get to meet her. I'd really be interested in how this is all going to turn out for her.

Dream man

I had this very real dream about a guy I was kind of dating. I can't picture his face now but I think he was kind of an amalgamation of a few different guys. It was such a good feeling being around him. But he pulled the "DTR" card on me and of course I woke up before I answered him. But I remember being very confused as to how he stated it. And I remember that I wanted him to talk less and kiss more.

They're heeere!

The cadets are back. It's about time. My mornings are now busy with, what we call, outprocessing. Outprocessing is when a knob (aka freshman) rethinks his or her decision to attend a college with military flair. We make them go through a series of steps before getting to leave our rectangular campus, one of which is stopping by the President's Office. My boss, the executive officer of this fine institution, asks them a few questions, signs a paper and they're on their way. One kid was escorted by his mom. It's a good thing he was leaving because I think he would have been picked on for having his mommy with him. Hell, I would have teased him for that.

We made the AP a little while ago with a new program we're teaching the kids. Here's hoping it works. They really need it around here.

Sick and tired...

...of being sick and tired.

It'll go away soon I'm sure. But for now, I'm miserable. Plus I think, um, Aunt Flo, will be arriving today or tomorrow. SWEET!

Mom and Dad are now residents of South Carolina. The two dogs weren't thrilled at first but seem to be OK now. They each were the center of attention but now will have to share the spotlight.

I'm sure there are other, incredibly interesting things for me to share but nothing is coming to mind right now.

I'm waiting for Paris to get killed

I'm watching House of Wax right now. Not much else on TV and I'm in the mood to see Paris Hilton suffer.

Being in LA spoiled me. The weather was unseasonably GORGEOUS. They had some sucky, overly humid weather a couple of weeks ago. But it was freaking beautiful while I was there. No higher than 84 with a nice, cool breeze. I was really cold at night. Then I get back here. Ick.

Ok, Chad Michael Murray, even though he's a tool, is pretty good looking. Maybe I'm just delirious from the drugs. Oh right, did I mention I'm sick? Yeah, brought back a nice little, I dunno, sinus thing with me. Woo! The descent on the plane was beyond painful. I felt like my ears were gonna explode.

Anyway I had a great time (packing and moving stuff aside) and got to see most everyone I wanted to see. I even squeezed in an 8 minute visit with Wheelchair Matt.

Well Miss Paris better die in the next 30 minutes because Entourage is on at 10. I love me some Entourage.