Tampon Ear

sometimes friends are the best inspiration for a new blog posting... true story that was just emailed to me:

the other day i burned my ear with my straightener and totally forgot about it but now have a nice sized scab on my ear. i was very carefully scratching around it this morning in the car...forgetting the size of the scab when i accidentally knocked it off and started profusely bleeding out of the side of my ear while going 85 mph on the blue route. of COURSE i did not have a tissue in my car to stop the bleeding or even a suitable jacket sleeve...so what did i do? took out a tampon from my center console, unwrapped it and placed it around my ear. i drove to work with a bleeding ear and a tampon attached to it.

my "christmas spirit" drive to work

Scenario 1:

i walk into Wawa and approach the coffee stand where i need 2 napkins to catch the drips as i fill my Lilly Pulitzer travel mug (thank you, alex). as i reach for the napkins, i hear the woman next to me say "you could have asked, a**hole." i assume she can't possibly be talking to me so i go about my filling of the mug. then i go back to the coffee station to secure my lid and wipe up the drips. then i hear yet another cursing in my direction. ok, so apparently i DID offend this woman by reaching near her to get some napkins?! i offended her in such a way that she must curse me under her breath in hopes of me hearing?! again, i do nothing and smile while securing my lid. i head to the ATM machine and then to the check out. she is 2 people in front of me in line. after she pays and proceeds to the exit, i hear a "F*** you" under her breath as she passes me in line. at this point, i can no longer be silent. in front of all customers i yell "EXCUSE ME?? were you talking to me?! maam!!! did you have something to say?!" she quietly exits the Wawa without incident. everyone in line is confused and i kindly explain that i offended her by reaching for napkins at the coffee station.

Scenario 2:

i get on the Northeast extension southbound and am quickly met with a silver VW Golf (mk4) in front of me. normally this would excite me, as i love meeting up with other VW owners on the road. this person was driving a bit irradically. slow. fast. medium. fast. super fast. slow as a turtle. i begin to get annoyed and attempt to pass him. oh of course, he then speeds up to super fast while i try to pass him. (keep in mind i'm driving a chevy HHR rental car, not my awesome jetta GLI) so i am even more annoyed as he then slows down again. he thinks this is funny. pick a speed dude! now he is carelessly swerving or i should say drifting to the center white dotted line and then back to the middle of his lane. i don't trust drivers who clearly can't gain control of their vehicle. especially at 630am. i painfully follow this person to the lansdale exit where he gets in the right lane to exit, rolls his window down, and gives me the finger! yep - I'M the jerk! not sure exactly what i did to piss him off while driving behind his bumper at various slow speeds for miles upon miles. the best part? he had a Christian fish on his back bumper. would have LOVED to have a photo of him giving me the finger with the fish symbol in view :)

Merry Christmas everyone!

a little bit stronger

this song would have been so fitting in July...perfect words. glad to be in a better, happier than ever, place today. awesome song...

A Little Bit Stronger
by Sara Evans

Woke up late today and I still feel the sting of the pain
But I brushed my teeth anyway
I got dressed through the mess and put a smile on my face
I got a little bit stronger

Riding in the car to work and I'm trying to ignore the hurt
So I turned on the radio, stupid song made me think of you
I listened to it for minute but I changed it
I'm getting a little bit stronger, just a little bit stronger

And I'm done hoping that we could work it out
I'm done with how it feels, spinning my wheels
Letting you drag my heart around
And, oh, I'm done thinking that you could ever change

I know my heart will never be the same
But I'm telling myself I'll be okay
Even on my weakest days
I get a little bit stronger

Doesn't happen overnight but you turn around
And a month's gone by and you realize you haven't cried
I'm not giving you a hour or a second or another minute longer
I'm busy getting stronger

Getting along without you, baby
I'm better off without you, baby
How does it feel without me, baby?
I'm getting stronger without you, baby