I'm no Mekhi Phifer

Last night I had a lovely belated birthday celebration with some friends.
On the way home, I stopped to get gas.
I live in a decent neighborhood. But as soon as you get out of the residential area, the main roads start to get a bit seedy.
It was around 10:30pm, and I pulled into a 7-11 near 38th & Federal.
I left the keys in the ignition and the tried to use my debit card at the pump.
But it gave me that annoying “please see cashier” message.
So I left my keys in the ignition with the car unlocked.
I thought about taking them out, but figured it was ok, since it would be such a quick trip inside.
So I went inside and waited for the girl to finish filling the Slurpee machine, or whatever the hell she was doing. I was signing the receipt when I looked outside and saw this big navy blue Tahoe with dark tinted windows pull up.
They pulled into the station from the opposite direction, so as the driver came to a stop, his car door was parallel with my driver door.
I decided it looked kinda fishy, and I think I mummbled, “what the?” under my breath. The girl behind the counter said, “Yeah – you should go out there.”
So I quickly walked out to see what was going one, and I was walking, the passenger got out of the Tahoe and walked around to my car!
He opened the door and was starting to get in!
And I said, (in the firmest yet non threatening voice I could muster) "Excuse me, can I help you with something?"
The guy just looked at me, got out of my car, slammed the door closed, ran back around the back of the SUV, got in & they sped away!

The girl working there came out and was like, “Are you ok?”
And I was fine – I just had so much adrenaline running through my body!
I could have run like 8 miles!

The knock at the door...

I have been under the weather for the past few days. I have been nauseous and achy and feverish and the whole bit. So last night I was lying on my couch feeling sad for myself because I didn’t have anyone to take care of me. I realized that it kinda sucks to be single and living alone. There is no one to bring you ginger ale and soda crackers. No one to bring you a blankie, or go buy you more medicine. I was just about to crawl into bed to attempt to get some rest when my doorbell rang. At first I was a little scared. Since I have lived there, no one has just stopped by to see me. I think my fear of unexpected doorbells goes back to my childhood….

When I was about 10 years old, my parents decided to leave me at home alone at night for the very first time. I grew up in the thick wooded mountains in an older house with creaky wooden floors. We lived on a windy dirt road, which can get treacherous in the winter. Before my parents left for the night, my step mom wanted to talk to me about something that could possibly happen while they were away. She went on to explain that since we lived on this dangerous road, there was a chance that someone would get in a car accident. And since we lived on one of the sharper curves in the road, they might crash right out front of our house. And if someone were to crash, they would probably come to our house for help. And if they accident was bad, they would probably be pretty banged up. And if this happened, I should not open the door, but bring the phone with me and talk to them through the door and call for help.
WHAT??? I instantly went into a panic. I had visions of this bloody person banging on my door and screaming for help. And since our door has windows in it, there would be no place for me to hide from them. And they would probably go insane from all of their own blood and become a crazed bloody monster who would want to come in and kill me!
(I am an only child, I have kind of a wild imagination.)
Needless to say, it took a while for my parents to calm me down and my father to convince me that this wouldn’t happen. They arrived late to their dinner party, and had to leave early when they called home to check on me and found out that I was hiding under my covers with the phone and butcher knife.

So you can see why last night the first sound of the doorbell sent a shiver of fear down my (fused) spine. But luckily, I am a big girl now and realize that the likely hood of it being a bloody monster is slim. (Well, actually, I don’t have windows in my door, so I was able to sneak to the side window and peek out and see Ryan’s car on the curb.)
So I opened my door to see a fantastic site: Ryan and Bryn and a huge bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup! They are such good friends! I am so lucky to have them! The soup smelled delicious! My belly still wasn’t cooperating, so I wasn’t able to taste it, but I can’t wait to eat it today! And not only are they the most thoughtful and wonderful friends, but they also put up with my silly request…

Thank you so very much for the scrumptious soup

and your lovely willingness to amuse me!

This is your birthday song...

Good times were had at my 26th birthday party!
Thanks to all my wonderful friends, it was a great night!

Thanks for wearing the party hats!

You are the best! I love you all! =)

Sober...

Still pretty sober...

Getting tipsy...

And...we're drunk!

Really drunk!

Here TomKitty Kitty Kitty!

“Help! Someone help Tom!
We were in Shanghai and he started shrinking from the heat! And now he just keeps getting smaller and smaller! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Now he’s ripped my left arm off! I’m loosing a lot of blood! Help!
This is Tom Cruise, THE Tom Cruise! You have to help us!
I’ve loved him since I was in diapers & now I’m carrying his spawn!
Someone save us! Help!”

So here's a question...

This morning I decided to treat myself to a nice Chai latte.
As I approached the entrance, there was a man several steps ahead of me.
Being the ever polite gentleman, he held the door open for me.
This placed me in front of him as we entered the Starbucks.
So here’s my question – do I get in line in front of him?
Or do I offer to let him go first?
He did arrive at the store before I did, and therefore should have been in line before me. But because he was being nice, he now has to wait for me to get my order.
Chivalry seems to be a dying art form, and I don’t want to be responsible for some guy thinking, “Big headed Slut! I try to be nice to her and she just took my place in line!”
So, it seems like I should offer for him to go first, but then would this be awkward?

Girls and boys – what do you think?

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