2.24.10

Dear Blogger,

Why do I look so bleh? Because I catered for 8 hours today. Marissa, her mom, and I all traveled two hours away with a bunch of teens and moms and scooped food like lunch ladies. Hair nets. Latex gloves. Hand sanitizer.

Way too much mushed up chicken pot pie, coleslaw, pickled pink eggs, rolls, and TastyKake cherry pies...

I feel sick.

Caleb tripped me today. By saying "Trip" and placing his foot out in front of me. Face, meet floor.

A little boy of the age of probably...9 ran his hand down my hip. I feel violated.

I got trashed talked by a 7 year old.

I spent every waking minute since 5:40 this morning with Marissa. And I still love her (:

I was reminded that people are only as cool as your mind portrays them to be.

There's a bunch of random facts for you.......

DYING, Mandy

2.23.10

Dear Blogger,

So I'm really angry that this post is a day late. I did not keep up with my commitment of doing this every stinkin day. This makes me so sad. So this shall be short.

We picked up dad today, as you can see. So I made a sign, and I was imagining some big dramatic Chariots of Fire kind of moment. But instead we held them up as we rode the escalators down to him while he was at baggage claim.

Good ol dad...lil angry already.

Oh and do you want an explanation of why this is late? Well...I didn't want to put this picture up anywhere in case my dad would see it before I showed it to him. Then when I got home I went straight to bed because I had to wake up at 4:30 the next morning....

Frustrated with herself, Mandy

*SIGH*