Thursday, September 29, 2011

Five Things To Remember About September 29, 2011

  1. Only one more sleep until I get to go see my sweet boyfriend, Ninja. (We live in two different cities that are about 3 hours away from one another.)
  2. I worked on my Stats homework at work today and got extremely frustrated because I couldn't get past section 3.1 after over 3 tries.
  3. I thought a lot about why I am nearing the corner of 6 months until I turn 30 and not yet married with child/children. Why does this happen when we get close to 30?(Maybe just now because I found out that two girls I went to high school with are both preggo for the 2nd time around.) I need to get busy apparently.
  4. I found ninja cookie cutters on Pinterest today and totally ordered them so I can make Ninja a "Ninja Cookie Snack" one day. HOW COOL!
  5. So, I went to Target this evening to pick up my prescription and to buy more fish oil and my multi vitamin (yeah, I'm healthy and stuff). As I was standing in line waiting for the Pharmacy Tech to help me there was a man standing behind me talking to himself....or so I thought. Let's just say he must have been borderline homeless because he hadn't had a bath in approx. 8 weeks give or take, he had a hat on with what looked to be "flair" hanging from it, and his "walking stick" was just that....A STICK. He was all like looking over my shoulder saying "Is that folic acid or Niacin...wait what is that?" I just shrugged. Then he proceeds to tell me that he is just interested in what other people are poisoning themselves with. I am pretty sure he's still talking to himself because I haven't even looked at him. He told me that I should stick to the earth and plants. And then he says, "But look at me buying pine sol when I have a pine tree in my front yard." I'm not really sure what that was supposed to mean but finally the Pharmacy Tech came over and asked him to go to another register. Weird.
My boyfriend isn't really a Ninja. This picture is how he got his nickname from me.

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