Nearly Inappropriate gym interaction
Waiting for an extremely hot girl to finish up her set on a machine, I rested for a minute while talking with my trainer. She finished, hopped up, gave me a gorgeous smile and said "Sorry about the bum sweat". I returned her smile and wanted to say, "Out of all the bum sweat here, I would only willingly sit in yours". But I didn't. I figured it might creep her out a little.
We have a wall
Fear
I have perhaps only been completely enveloped by this emotion a few times in my life.
When I was about 10 years old I was spending the night at a friend's house. She lived in the country on a very small lake. Once the sun set it was pitch black, no street lights, no neighboring lights... just extremely dark and silent. Her mother decided to leave us at the house while she went out for a few hours. We were a little bit afraid but extremely excited for the chance to be alone. She was gone no longer than 20 minutes when the phone rang. We answered, and the person directly hung up. A few minutes passed. The phone rang again... heavy breathing. We thought it was a joke and hung up the phone. Again it rang. The man on the other end told us he was watching us. We hung up. We let it ring the next time without answering. After a few minutes of silence the phone began again. We answered it hoping her mom was checking up on us. Instead, it was a man who told us he was watching us... he described what we were wearing, where we were in the house, details only someone watching us would know. We hung up the phone, turned off all the lights in the house and stretched the long cord to the bedroom closet where we then began to hide. The phone began to ring again, and again... we ignored it. Finally we answered. He told us he was coming to kill us, that two little girls should never be left alone in a home so far from others, we deserved to be hurt. We were frozen. We could not talk. We sat in the dark closet and listened. We heard someone at the front door trying to get in. We tried to hang the phone up and get an outside line but it no longer worked. It was completely dead. We had to make a decision. Do we try to get out of the house or do we try to follow the cord of the phone to the kitchen and see if it pulled out of the wall. A knock on the sliding glass door in the bedroom made the decision for us... we bolted for the kitchen in hopes of getting the phone plugged in. This is where we collided with her mother standing in the center of the dark room. She was laughing with the unplugged phone cord in her hand. Her boyfriend entered the front door a few minutes later with a look of victory. It was a joke. From the start, it was a joke.
When I was 17 I went with a friend to pick up some clothes from her house. Walking up her stairs we noticed the new neighbors were sitting on their porch staring at us. We waved and said hi which elicited no response. She unlocked the door and we walked into the house thru the living room. We entered the kitchen where we met face to face with two guys robbing her house. All four of us froze in our tracks staring at one another... this was followed by all four of us screaming at the top of our lungs. We ran back out the front door, and the two guys went out the back window. We yelled for the neighbors to call the police, which they informed us they already did... they were waiting for them to arrive when we entered her house... and they didn't say a thing.
Nearly seven years ago I came to work for what seemed to be a typical day. In the afternoon I headed down stairs to wait in the huge line to get an ice cream bar. I later walked back into the hall and said hello to the Director as he was eating his ice cream. He mentioned that he would love to talk about my trip to Italy and how my wedding went. I have no idea how much time passed... maybe 10 minutes, maybe an hour. Later in the afternoon he was murdered in his office by a Resident we worked with. I heard my co-workers screams, and I knew exactly what had happened before she opened her mouth to tell me. We knew this day could come. We knew that there was a risk... but the people who could have helped didn't seem to think there would be a problem. The Resident took his own life in our Director's office... but there was some intense time where we had no idea if he was going to come for someone else next.
More house pics
Future Wine Cellar
Bolt
Recycle
Accidental Communication part 2
Email from this morning.
enjoying your surprise? tell me how you like it!
Oh I wish I knew.
Accidental Communication
I received that following email at work.
your surprise has arrived to my house!! whoooohoooo! shall i bring the goods to the gathering tomorrow evening?
I do not know the person who sent this. Or the other person it was sent to. But, I would love to show up to the gathering tomorrow... I am dying to know what the "goods" are.
First thing said to me as I walked into work
Hi, I just stopped in to go make a sculpture in your toilet.
Another priceless co-worker quote
Seriously, love dies after a year. You need to marry someone you can watch TV with.
As always, an entertaining trip to blockbuster
First overheard conversation between two guys in their 30's.
Guy 1- No really it's 14.
Guy 2- No it's not. The age of consent here is not 14, it's older.
Guy 1- No it isn't! It is 14 at the oldest. What is wrong with you?
Guy 2- There is no way. I am telling you it is 15.
Second overheard conversation between two girls in their teens.
Girl 1- I can't!
Girl 2- Why?
Girl 1- I told you I am deathly afraid of sea turtles. If I even see one I will pass out.
Girl 2- Why?
Girl 1- It's because of the way they swim.
Third observation.
A woman pushing a stroller into the store repeatedly yells at everyone to move out of her way. Finally she settles next to me looking at a movie. I hear an extremely odd sound coming from the completely contained stroller. An animal stroller. A cat stroller to be precise. And the cat... extremely pissed.
construction site
Not an official site until you have the Honey Bucket.
Basement
Random crap. Mmmmm tequila and toilet brush.
Blue Ball (tarp style).
Day Labor. Cheap.
Apparently their marketing works for preschoolers
"Mom, Mom! I need you!" Dude screams staring at the television.
"I have to have that. I have to. It is amazing!"
"Why would you want that?" I ask.
"Because, I need to make you salsa."