Lou'ville, y'all!

Well, just rolled in from Louisville, Kentucky.
Whew!
What a trip.
There is too much to put into words. And I have a final exam to write by 5:00 PM TODAY! But here is one tidbit of my adventure. Driving to Louisville one takes I-71 almost the entire way. About five hours into the trip, in the rolling hills of Northern Kentucky, one sees a sign on the side of the road. It looks to be a "regulation" sign, something produced in the state's official sign production facility (um, that'd be prison), not just some goofy half cocked poster board put up by some waco type. The message is simple. It reads:

SITE OF FATAL BUS CRASH
June 16, 1998.

That's it. Yes. That is it. So much there, and so little time to expound. There is always tomorrow!

Wednesday, a.m

well, actually we are into the p.m now but it's of no relevance to me. here's what is terribley relevant to me - how am i getting to columbus tomorrow? jenny j has not been heard form, i'm afraid she is lost in the tangled twisted web that is the masters thesis. klassy? medusa? what the f is going on!? If all else fails, i will have to put in an emergency call to vanilla soy latte to see if i can get clearance to borrow the suzuki to truck it down south, which should be fine provided he has no car bound plans himself.
The other reason i am blogging pertains to these damn pictures, which truly MUST get on here, however i presently cannot locate the cord to hook my camera up to the computer, and i have to head in to work in about 10. so they will have to wait even longer. let me just promise that they will be worth the wait, particularly for any mullet hunters and/or folks who simply cannot get enough of that magic contortonist ninja feline we call The Deuce. sigh. i do love you, blog. i'm sorry i tried to kill you. peace out for now -

Let's Bring this bitch back

OK, blog-a-licious will be resurrected!
I'm sorry I've been MIA in the blogworld, but as school employees can all attest, the end of the year is a biy-atch. However, I am spurred into action by a little "encounter" shall we say that took place this past friday.
So, I'm working at my new gig in the WSM (that's the West Side Market, for all of you non-O.C.'ers). Yes, I am now four days a week at the Mediterranean Import Food Store. This, in and of itself, is hilarious. Why? The interactions with peeps, selling of many cheeses, me pretending to know all about said cheeses, me making up prices for random items, and the daily rantings of my new co-workers, Gus and Mark.
So, last Friday, who should walk into our little store?
Yes, if you guessed one ex-landlady named "AfrikaaWendy" you would be correct!
So, she strolls in on her celly, talking to whom? (My guess is Ed, but that's another story). She proceeds to talk LOUDLY on her cel all the while comandeering me to get her certain items...how rude, but more so, SHE DOESN'T RECOGNIZE ME!!! Sweet, I think, I may get by unscathed.
HOWEVER, into the store walks Uncle Eddie, of Farkas Fame, and shouts, "Hey Jess, whats up?" at which point A.W. looks point blank at me and kind of scrunches up her face as if she is trying to figure out who I am, then proceeds to continue talking on the phone and just puts more stuff up on the counter.
I ask Ed to keep it on the D.L. as to my name, and to perhaps call me "Lauren" (that's my stage name, dontcha know) and he complies. So, A.W. is in the store for going on 40 minutes and I'm finally ringing her ass up and she says to me: "You look kind of familiar...do you live around here?" To which I reply, "NO." And she says, "Huh...I feel like I've seen you before" and I shrug and say, "Um, well...I don't know...uh..." hoping she hasn't put together the image of me and her ruined dining room ceiling. Looks like I escaped notice, but then as she walked out she says, "see you tomorrow, I'll be back for some bread." Great, I think.
So peeps, come visit me in the store and if you do, remember if you see A.W., my name is Lauren.

This Blog is Dead

it's a shame, but it's true. J.ho's been abducted by a saucer in the sky, and my limited internet access just doesn't cut it. Blog on, bloggers. Be sure to read the W52, where i intend to contribute more frequently and perhaps blog-a-licious will return, ...... someday...