- Someone keeps googling my sister’s screen name to find this website. I’m curious to know who this is. I find it interesting that they keep ending up here. Do I know this person? Do they find my life intriguing?

- The most popular way people end up here (using search engines) are by looking for information on Diet Coke or pneumonia. Diet Coke makes sense, although I’m sure they’re all horribly dissatisfied when entering this site. I feel like I should explain pneumonia better, though. So those who are looking for information will have a place to look. Maybe I’ll add links in my side bar… later.

*update* After some quick research, I am more curious as to how people find this site from ‘googling’ Diet Coke or pneumonia. This place wasn’t listed on the first 25 pages for either search… I don’t know about you, but searching through 400 pages from a search engine to find this site sounds a little extreme to me…

- A lot of people look at this site daily to see what is occurring in my life. I know quite a few of them have told me that they don’t know how to work the ‘comments’, so they end up calling me or emailing me instead – which is fine.

But, if you’d like to leave a comment, you can. You don’t have to have a blog or anything. Just press comments, type your message and sign it (because if you don’t have a blog, your comment will come up as Anonymous and I’ll have to detective work to see who you are).

If you want to continue to lurk (visit without leaving a comment), thats okay too.

- After a day or so of excitement about having a little more money to work with to buy a house, we’ve discovered that I truly qualify for what I was originally told. No big deal, really. I had no idea how I could afford a larger payment.

Still on the hunt for the right house, though. No real luck. We’d like to go south because most of the people Tom deals with would still be able to help him out, instead of starting with all new companies.

- Tom and Paul have been invited on a fishing trip! How exciting is that! Hopefully this will work out. They’re discussing renting a handicapped accessible room and all that good stuff. I was invited too, but it would make more sense for me to stay up here and work. And, although I love Tom, we don’t have to be attached at the hip twenty-four seven.

- Tom has a pressure wound on his heel. Regular readers might be aware of this already. Anyhow, I’ve decided that we should go see the doctor about this one. It doesn’t look too severe, but I want to get it checked out. That appointment is April 7.

- Okay, thats enough for now.

Friday I went to look at some more houses. And, there were a couple that I’m slightly interested in, opposed to not at all. I don’t think that the ones I was slightly interested in will work either, but we’re getting closer.

My real estate agent is also asking the loan officer she works with about different types of loans. Maybe there will be one that will work a little better and give me a couple more options. We’ll find that out on Monday.

I went to work Friday evening and ended up staying longer than I had anticipated… which, I suppose was really all my fault.

(Hence the title of this post.)

After I was done decorating cakes, I needed to mop up my floor and head on home. The mop water (of course) needed to be changed.

While filling up the bucket, a little bit of water splashes onto the floor and I decide that the floor could use a good hosing down.

Actually, the kids at work were having loads of fun scrubbing the floors… which is weird, but true. And everything on the front line was running smoothly.

The new kid comes to the back to grab something and darts back up front to finish an order.

He turns the corner up front and WIPES OUT hard core on the wet floor.

I’m called up front to see this boy, sprawled out on the floor.

Great, I think sarcastically.

I immediately tell him not to move while attempting to process the situation.

Of course, the customer that happens to be at the registers is the Fire Chief and immediately offers his assistance.

He comes around and assesses the boy, says that he looks okay but should get checked out at the hospital. The boy says he has no desire to go, but then the Chief proceeds to mention that since the boy is a minor we must call his guardian to have them legally refuse treatment. (BTW – The boy has already picked himself up off the floor and is ready to go back to work, albeit a little slow moving.)

Yay.

So, the Chief has to call an ambulance (since he’s physically examined the boy) to make a report and deal with situation.

Yay again.

The ambulance shows up with a fire truck (thank GOD not running lights and sirens) to take over the situation.

Whoo-hoo, its a party.

Said boys parents are not easily tracked down, and the paramedics are getting ready to transport him to the hospital.

Oh boy – is my boss gunna be mad!!

At the last second the boys folks call back and refuse treatment (after the phone being passed around 200 times between the paramedic, myself and the boy).

Disaster somewhat averted.

Paramedics load up and leave, an hour after all this started… I talk the boy into leaving 10 minutes before his shift is over… I help straighten out the huge mess up front from the massive rush of business they had while the paramedics are there… And, I finally get to leave.

I never did mop the cake area’s floor that night.

Oh well.

But, man oh man, the rest of the floor looks cleeeeeean!!

The wedding photos password protected on the photographer’s website. If anyone is interested in looking at them, email me for the password.

I kinda borrowed this one, though… Bad bad bad girl.

Without saying too much, I would just like to state that the court system really proved itself today.

I am proud of the courage it took to get this job done and knowing that the result was satisfactory (no punishment would of been too much – really).

Hopefully some people’s lives can go back to a little normalcy, now.

And, the streets are a smidge safer.

* UPDATE *

Concidering its been on the news, I guess its okay to talk about it now. So, if you’re interested, you can read about it here or watch a clip here.

We found a whole bunch of pictures on my Dad’s side of the closet. I don’t know why they were in there… we had probably ran out of room to stick them anywhere else.

Anyhow – if you’ve looked at my sister’s xanga, you’ve already seen these. But, I’ll put a couple here anyhow.