Heavens to Betsy!

Thats what my grandma used to say whenever something suprising happened, which is not really a common occurance with grandmas i feel. They have really experianced just about everything in life, so if you are going to suprise them you really have to swing for the fences and like run their foot over with their own car they day they give it to you.... that never happened.... What? stop looking at me like that.... YOUR SUPPOSED TO TURN AROUND AND LOOK BEHIND YOU WHEN YOU BACK OUT OF A DRIVEWAY!!! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW SHE WAS KISSING THE CAR GOODBYE??!! Im a horrible person. By the way, grandma didnt even say heavens to betsey, she dropped an s-bomb and let me tell you, that is a horrifying thing to hear from a 95 pound woman who has never swore before. dont worry, she only had a bruise.... grandmas are tough.

Currently i am doing a ton of application work and i realized that when John Q. Perspective Employer is considering my application, i am sure he will google my name, find this blog, and read it. For any of you that have read this before, or really for anyone who has made it even this far in this post, you may be thinking this bodes poorly for me. I agree. So i guess that acted as some kind of wierd twisted modivation to tell a story from early in my life that has really had an impact on who i am today. the lesson is; grandmas are better left not run over by a car. no, that may not be the most important advice you have ever recieved, but i tell you this, its validity is of major league status. Its right up there with "knives are best held by their handles," although somewhat obvious, still a very very important thing to know.

The best part about that story is the legal document i recieved from my uncle stating the terms of the settlement, among them were garage cleaning, lawn mowing, and parking in the street from now on. It was a tough bargin, but I was able to get out of the weed pulling and i negotiated a lawn-mower into the settlement instead of the proposed scisors under the condition that i stayed 20 feet away from grandma at all times. Yardwork is soothing. I did not appreciate the steel toed boots i recieved in the mail, i thought that was a bit too far.

Ok, so, im a 23-year-old who writes about these wierd and strikingly awkward things... Its not that i dont realize its a bit different than other people my age, i guess i would just have to say that if i can possibly get someone to laugh a bit just by writing some stuff down, thats a pretty good validation as far as i am concearned.... so to you faithful few that tredge through the spelling mistakes, run-on sentences, and poor vocabulary, hopefully i can pull a smile or two out on you from time to time. have a great day

Jim