Hahahaha. Just in case...

Sometimes you just need this kind of thing. Click the button at the bottom, there's some serious comedy in there...

Calming Manatee

Dear child of God...

"Be patient and know that I am God. I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I have a plan. Reach out and hold my hand. Keep trying and believing in Me. I will lead you along. This, too, shall pass..."

 Amen.

Many thanks to my stalwart friend, Cassie, for her undeniably inspired RS lesson today.

Stupid Karen of the day...

(Don't ever ask for something to blog about. Just don't....)

Uh....this one's for the books...

So, yesterday and today, one particular department has been giving me fits. Is that important? Kinda. So, I've been trying to reach their secretary repeatedly. Now, I usually pride myself on remembering numbers, but sometimes--when I'm particularly tired--I sometimes get them a little mixed up...

This particular secretary's number is x3163. For some reason I ALWAYS mess it up just a bit, but always in the same stupid order. It rings the wrong person (caller ID), and I hang up like a moronic 13 year-old prank caller. (for the record, this only happened twice....in the last 24 hours...)

Well, today the other person called me back:

"Hi, Karen? This is DAVE ROSE. I've noticed you've called me twice recently and I've missed it. Can I help you?"  #*(&$(@#*$&(*#$&(*#$&!!!!!!!!!! 

Did I know before now it was him? Yes. But I was praying that there was somehow another professor by the same name....not the legendary Division 1 coach...  Bless his busy little basketball heart!!!  He was so kind, though he did laugh at me. Called-for. I know. I stammered, "Oh dear. I'm sorry, Dave...but the numbers in your extension are really close to a....blah blah blah...I guess its good that I'm not wasting your time during basketball season, though eh?"  He very graciously said it was ok and then, "Ok, then, the next time you call I'll just know that you're looking for a secretary again, ok?"  "DEAL. If I ever really need you, I'll leave a message."  More laughing...and then the self-propelled humiliation finally ended.

Oi yoi yoi. Yup, at last measure, I'm about 1" tall right now. Oh sheesh. AND, I have little-to-no faith in my number recall ability. THAT has been safely reset to zero...

Oh, the life of Karen....

When the 17 year old boy is allowed...

to do the design on my toes...that's right. FREEHANDED.  Whoa.

GREAT pedi, btw. If you're in town and in the market, let me know. I'll show you the goods. :)

WOOOWWW, time flies. For some reason I find it terribly difficult to post in the Summer. Not sure why....

ANYWHO, check it:

Yup, this is what I'm driving now. I know, out of the blue isn't it? Me too. But it's good, and I'm happy. They say this is a "driver's car"....uh, "they" are very right. :)  Is this my actual car? No. Am I too lazy to take a picture of my actual car? Yup. I'm not so much a fan of the white, but my car has (legally) tinted windows, which makes it much more awesome. Thoroughly enjoying it.

In other news, here's the latest most awesome thing ever:

That's right. :)  Awwww...I just love these kids. So much.

Words not required...

HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! whew.

Unwarranted barrelling...

No, not of the rodeo variety. No, no. That'd be too simple. Instead: that of the heaving, panting, charging upstairs two-at-a-time nature.  Even at this moment, I'm still not sure why I did it. I wasn't in that big of a hurry. And, I know it comes as a shock, but I'm not usually one to succumb to spontaneous feats of self-challenged athleticism (ie. climbing stairs quickly ;) ). AND, in the ASB of all places!?  So, there I was, high-tailing it upwards, carefully focused on not letting my ballet-slipper flats become my demise on the slicker-than-snot, worn-down stone staircase...

And.....BOOF!!!  Uuhhh.................whuuudupp, Cec?!  Or... I mean... "Hi, President Samuelson."

Nice...no, I didn't actually crash head-long into him. (whew.) But for the stammering, gasping mess that I was, I may as well have. He responded with a slightly startled, albeit jovial look that said, "Well, hello there!" and then went on his merry way. Such a lovely little GA....

Pretty sure he might have a hitch in his git-along...but who am I to judge? Me, the moron who randomly races herself up the stairs of the administration building...