In which I could not have seen Andy's deltoids at a worse time

I finished my tire adventure this afternoon. I asked the nice man if they could put my tire back on for me, and he said, "Sure. Just pull your car over to the back and they'll take care of it for you." I did and the other nice man dropped everything and said, "I'll get right on it." Not only did he put it on, but he put the baby tire back in my trunk and screwed it in and then he said, "You need to replace these as soon as you can. They're beginning to wear and they'll be ok for a while, but if they're not replaced you're risking a blowout." I asked if they'd get me home cuz I have an appointment to get them replaced this weekend and he said I should be fine. Yay! What a sweet guy . . .

Then I went to HyVee Gas. That hurt a little bit . . . I calculated my gas mileage and then figured out how much it costs to drive one mile and it's just over 10 cents a mile. If you look at it that way, it doesn't seem so bad . . . It just isn't pleasant to have to pay for 300 miles all at once. Ouch.

I'm in a King Jimmy mood -- have been for like a whole week now. I was freaking out about the whole issue of paying for school and gas prices and where is the $1279.80 that I owe the school going to come from? I was hurrying off to Choir, contemplating which banks I could rob to pay my bills (I'm kidding . . . but it sounded good) yesterday when I saw something shiny on the floor in Porter. I turned around to look again and I saw a quarter on the floor. I picked it up and put it in my pocket and resumed my running off to choir. When I got back to my room later, I was thinking about the quarter and how I've found SO much money just laying on the sidewalk since I moved back and King Jimmy popped into my mind.

"But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus." ~Phil. 4:19

Yay! I think I'm going to keep that quarter to remind me that He really WILL provide for all my needs.

I was trying to get ahold of my dad all day long so I could ask him if I needed to come home early Friday or if I could wait until Choir was done. Unfortunately, I didn't get him until I was walking past the weight room, and . . . oh boy . . . Andy was lifting. When I'm on the phone, I tend to just say whatever it is that pops into my mind -- but I was talking to my dad and a girl just doesn't say "Whoa! Andy has nice deltoids" to her dad because her dad would say, "What are deltoids and why are you looking at them?" which would necessitate her singing her muscle parody of the Dry Bones song that goes like this:

The BICEP muscle connected to the DELTOID
The DELTOID connected to the TRAPEZIUS
The TRAPEZIUS connected to the STERNOCLEIDOMASTOID
The STERNOCLEIDOMASTOID originates at the CLAVICLE
Now hear the word of the Lord.
Them muscles, them muscles . . . aren't gonna walk around cuz
They're kinda arm and upper torso muscles
And they can't exactly walk . . . ANYWAY
Them muscles, them muscles . . . aren't gonna walk around cuz
They're kinda arm and upper torso muscles
And they can't exactly walk . . . ANYWAY
Them muscles, them muscles . . . aren't gonna walk around cuz
They're kinda arm and upper torso muscles
And they can't exactly walk . . . ANYWAY
Now hear the word of the Lord.

Same song, second verse . . .

The GLUTEUS MAXIMUS connected to the . . . Crap! What was it again?
Oh yeah, the HAMSTRINGS
The HAMSTRINGS connected to the GASTROCNEMIUS
The GASTROCNEMIUS originates at the ACHILLES TENDON
Now hear the word of the Lord.
Them muscles, them muscles gonna walk around
cuz they're leg muscles and they can DO THAT
Them muscles, them muscles gonna walk around
cuz they're leg muscles and they can DO THAT
Them muscles, them muscles gonna walk around
Cuz they're leg muscles and they can DO THAT
Now hear the word of the Lord.

Yeah -- the whole time I was trying to talk to my dad about gas mileage and tires I was thinking about my parody and trying not to giggle and not succeeding and fortunately, my dad is used to my giggling for no reason at all and didn't ask what my problem was. Yay. Apparently, nearly 31 mi/gal is really good for my car, and I should count my blessings that the nice tire guys didn't make me pay more to have them put my tire on. And we all lived happily ever after.
~MK