And typically, I'm one of those people. But today, gazing out across north San Antonio and seeing the waves of heat rise up from the highways as they meet and intertwine, then go their separate ways, I long for the coolness of autumn. Hot, people. It's an exasperatin' day. I'm goin' swimmin' tomorrow with Scooter Folk. I still have a faint tanline from the burn I got last time I wore the Texas flag bikini at Oystrer Bake last year, but I think it's safe now. I gots lotsa sunscreen.
"God blessed Texas with his own hand
brought down angels from the Promised Land
He gave 'em a place where they could dance
If you wanna see Heaven, brother, here's your chance..."

"If this (points to heart) is empty, this (points to head) doesn't matter."
-The late great Dicky Fox, Jerry McGuire

Bertha always brings sweet breads in the morning, and I am the first person she sees, so she said she always comes by my desk first. She opened up the bag, and reposteria!!! I don't know if I'm spelling that correctly, but oh! the cinnamony goodness! You have no idea of my joy. The Greeks believe you should eat something sweet in the morning to sweeten the day, and bring good luck. I am a lucky lady.

1)"Splendid" is the reason I only got 4th place in the McLean County spelling bee in 2nd grade. The woman prounced it "splen DEAD" and all was lost.

2) In 3rd grade, at the Halloween party at Girl Scouts after school, we played pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey. Well, the leader Who Shall Remain Nameless twirled me 'round and whipped the blindfold off my head, along with my bright red-orange Little Orphan Annie wig, revealing my brown hair pinned up all over my head. In my nightmares, a roomful of screeching Brownie Scouts are still laughing at me.

Tell me you have some moments, too?

Where've you been?
I looked for you forever and a day.
Where've you been?
I'm just not myself when you're away.

In my line of work, I talk to a lot of old people. I get a kick out of them and sometimes I am so touched, I almost can't breathe. I just spoke to a man who is dying to take care of his wife at home, but she's in a hospital. He can't sleep without her, so he told us to call him any time of the night.
That kind of love exists...

Startled, I whirled around to find a somewhat familiar face I could not place.
"You don't remember me?" the voice behind the sunglasses asked.
It was Andrew, from whom I bought my car three years ago. He was an avid listener to the show and his favorite song is Lips like Sugar, by Echo and the Bunnyman.

The 3rd floor coffeemaker no work. I have to trudge to the 2nd floor for my coffee needs. I foresee switching to "diet cola 1" sooner than normal today. It has less sodium than "diet cola 2." Not that that's a problem for my sodium depleted li'l blood. Settle down, Mother. I'm eating on a regular basis. Never fear. But the fact remains. The coffeemaker is broken. Why, God? Whyyyy?? What have we done???

"I tan by association. I need some sun. We can leave the shelter of the quonset. Come oooon." And last night, my shoulders were glowing red. But today, it's not so bad. I'll bet by tomorrow I can even wear clothes again. I do this once every two years or so. I rely too heavily upon an olive skin tone to keep from burning, while carrot-tops and towheads fry at the very mention of, "Oh look at this sunshiny day!"

...there must be "angels raining down on me." That's a title of one of the songs on the new Steve Holy album, which has not YET come out. June, I hear, holds good things. Does not his record company KNOW that the further they push back that release date, the longer I have to put off planning my wedding with Steve Holy? Because I love him, you see. But today is a GOOD day.
It's payday.
It's Friday.
I got flowers this morning.
It's casual day.
Three words: Scooter Store Potluck.
And three more words: GO SPURS GO!!

When I drive to work in the morning, up the Highway of Death that is Interstate 35, I feel like my car is a cattle herding pup, nipping at the heels of big ol' lumbering semi-trucks, lining them up the way I want them to go. Depending on the song on the radio, I might instead feel like I'm taking the Indy 500 approach to my commute.
Me. Teaching Everybody Else on the Road How to Drive since 1992. Dirty work. Born to be wiiiild...

...sound of rain on a tin roof on a hot summer night... I'm trying to plan a tentative date for the Annual Weible Women Sleepover Weekend, but I'm just going to have to close my eyes and point at the calendar, because there isn't a time when I feel I'd need to escape the San Antonio heat. That may change.

Stephen Covey wants to do a study on The Scooter Store. Everyone else in the life of a Scooter person is sick to death of hearing about it. It's kind of like radio, when you become incapable of handling a conversation that doesn't mention Arbitron or dead air. I never reached that point. I can talk about anything to anyone. But if you want to talk to me about radio or The Scooter Store, it could go on for hours. Be prepared, though, because you might get witty anecdotes about Fargo, Memphis, and how much I love Steve Holy. (I love him. I love Steve Holy. I will marry Steve Holy when I grow up.)

...with Complimentary Cafe` Josies. Today will be good. I am considering a move to this suburb, but there is no Starbucks here yet, and I don't know if it's worth making my own coffee every morning.

Thirty minutes. I stood by the bar in Starbucks for 30 flippin' minutes waiting for a simple coffee frappuccino. It's coffee and ice, yo. Write Josie on the cup, throw it in the blender and let me be on my merry way. I could have driven home and made it myself. Except that I don't have a blender. i firmly believe that's one of those things you register for when you get married. So I refuse to buy one. I might have to change my stance on that, because of the pokey baristas with whom I've come into contact.
Come on people. Now I'm a pretty patient person. Repeat after me. "Ah-ME-poh-nee." In Greek, that means "Be patient." Or maybe it means something entirely different and the person who told me that is playing a trick.

Unlike my mother, I can stand in a line. However, this concept does not apply at traffic lights, etc. I have to be first. I used to have a speech t-shirt that said, "I don't care where I place, as long as I beat you." But all in all, I'm pretty patient. I'm sure I'm just reacting to the humidity, and what it does to my big fat Greek hair.
Whew. Ok, I'm over it. Ah, life is mine. And there was much rejoicing.

Oh, not by much, just by a half hour or so, and the thing about me is that I get up too early anyway.
"If I woke up one morning with my memory gone/ I'd pick out some clothes and put them on/ and I'd walk down the street and find a cafe/ then I'd order a Guinness and sit there all day.... And then it would rain like it sometimes does/ but if we were bored it wouldn't bother us/ we'd just get in the car and drive through the night/ and be lost in East Texas, but no one would mind..."
Travis, what is the name of that song??? And why is it in my head? I almost got lost in East Texas once. When I needed a trip, I was going to move there. They have better trees, a friend told me. That would defnitely be a place to get lost, where you can't pronounce the names of towns and such. Tasha wouldn't be able to come visit, because she can't say Nacogdoches. So instead of moving, I just went on a trip to North Dakota. There are so many places I've never been...

Oh, I don't mind the rain. We'll be glad for it in July/ August. People around me are complaining about what rain does to their makeup, but I don't wear much makeup, so I'm in good. I need a trip. And I don't at all feel the urge to move cross-country. Usually, when I need a trip, I load up and find a different state in which to live. Nah. Just need a trip this time.

This afternoon I rearranged my sock drawer and reworked the vacuum tracks in my living room. I love a neat sock drawer, when all the happy pairs of socks are lined up neatly like little soldiers and alphabetized....Bison, Butterflies, Camouflage, Eeyore, Frogs, Piglet, Pooh/cappucino, Pooh/stripes, Tigger... Next weekend when I have time, I'm recoding my closet in the order of the rainbow, short sleeves to long, you get the idea. I've let that slide and get messy. This is why I'm single, isn't it?
Don't mess with my order, I can't handle it. But I love to entertain. When the party's over, I get to go crazy with cleaning the lightswitch plates and rearranging the couch pillows again. Remember that episode of Friends where Monica was cleaning before her parents came to dinner, and asked, "Whose crumpled piece of paper is this?"
Chandler piped up, "Well, I wrote myself a note and then realized I didn't need the note, and...now I wish I was dead."
As she was then fluffing the couch pillows and lamenting about not giving her parents anymore ammunition, Chandler goes, "Yes and we all know how cruel a parent can be about the flatness of a child's pillow..."

That was on a license plate that passed the school bus one night, when I was in high school, when Mr. Kessler took the girls' basketball team and cheerleaders out to dinner at the Red Lobster. "Do You Like?"
I like:
-Weekend days where I get up early then can nap and watch movies in the afternoon.
-My job.
-Rainy afternoons.
-Sunshiny days.
-The Riverwalk.
-Ocean City's Boardwalk.
-Coffee. Or tea.
I like everything. I have a favorite everything. I just... know how to be happy. What do you like?

Happy Friday! Coupla thoughts:
-It's humid and it's jeans day and tomorrow I will tan.
-I have been looking into ... a move to the burbs.
-You're never fully dressed without confetti.