Work work work. Getting very tired of working. Getting very tired of rude, demanding people. And just about when I'm feeling very justified for giving second rate service back, I remember that my boss washed feet. Darn it.

The verdict is -- whiplash. I'm on lots of drugs now, and going in for physical therapy next week! Free massages! Thankfully the painkillers are non-drowsy so I won't have to drive home without taking them. It would be a shame to get my car fixed just to smash it up again by falling asleep on the way home. My parents would not be amused. In other news, I will officially be working in CA until the 20th of August, after that I'll come 'home.' (sidenote -- frightening to think of waco as home. Been doing that quite a bit this summer, aaaaaah) So I'll see most of you in three weeks (give or take a few days)

what a horrible day at work...I am in pain. So much pain that I finally conceded and called a doctor. So much pain that I needed a half hour massage just to get through the afternoon. Then I had to go to work. I cannot afford not too. AGONY! And then when my had was shaking trying to set down a Latte, the lady at the table screeched "what's WRONG with you? Nerve Damage?!?! hHAHAHAHA" Yes, I found that intensely amusing. But then I'm not in much of a laughing mood. I'm sure there is worse pain on the planet -- I'm just being a weenie. But it does hurt.....hopefully they'll drug me up and let me work. I'd love a day off though. Maybe I'll just get another massage tomorrow before I go to work. It feels so good. I even bought the lotion they used -- coconut mango...yummy!

Well my foks have gone an a marathon trip back to Yakima to buy a house, or find a rental. They've decided they'd rather keep their current tenants in the house on Lincoln so that they don't have a house payment anymore. They loaded the car with stuff, and a U-haul trailer, so I guess they're definatly moving back. I wish they weren't, but they'll get the rest of their retirement, and a new house for which they can pay cash (almost). They'll be leaving here the 18th of august to move back...I'll be in CA until the 20th I suppose, needing to work more now that I've hurt my car. I'll be glad when summer is over...maybe -- this year is my senior year! YAY! Almost out of college. Not that I'm not intending to turn right back around and go to grad school, but I hear that grad school is far easier. Actual free time! Only a couple of classes a semester!!!! Some work study, but you also get a $600 stipend to live on. Sounds like a deal to me. I could get a real job, have time to read and sew! YAY! ANyway, I'm going to go take a shower now and take allison to her horse back riding lesson.

Heard the funniest pun the other day. I needed milk for a nonfat cappacino, and I needed one of the sous chefs to open the fridge for me. I picked up a carton, and attached to it was another carton -- with no milk in it. Still sealed, guess some machine in a plant somewhere missed one. Anyway...I held it up to the cook and said "what on earth is this?" And he said, "looks like hole." Get it?

In a car wreck yesterday. $4,600 worth of damage to my car. Driving home from the wreck the hood of my car (which is no longer connected at the front) flew up and broke my windshield. Screwed up my back -- very hard to carry trays with fully loaded glasses. Have had 2 extra strength tylenol and 2 advil, still no pain relief. Ouch. Ouch Ouch OUCH

Had a date tonight...Jeremy took me to see Hello Dolly! at the PCPA theaterfest. He paid (wow!) and then bought me hot chocolate. I had a great time. The dancing was great, the singing sucked. After it was over, he walked me to my car...even though it was entirely on the opposite end of town than where he parked. That's it. It's final. I've become a Southern girl. Who would have thought that I would care? I happened to mention that Sweeny Todd (my favorite musical ever) is going to be in Santa Maria before I leave, and he has offered to take me! YAY! I've (nervously) offered to lend him my CD, so he can hear it before he goes. It's a little convoluded. I'll give it to him Sunday at work -- and then pray fervently that he'll only listen to it for my benifit. please.....

There is the most beautiful thing at the antique shop. It's a had carved wooden cross, about 3 feet high, with a beautiful Christ hanging on it -- carved out of a lighter colored wood. It was hanging on a door, but we took it down to display some old purses. It's hiding under the settee so no one will step on it, but she's planning on giving it to her son and his wife sometime. The same two people who are giving away her antiques away right and left. If I only had $480 to spend, I would buy it and bring it home. I don't think I could hang it in my apartment, although I'd love to. Another thought was to buy it for our youth room. Episcopals still put christ on the cross don't they? (hmm...maybe only catholics). Too bad -- it's wonderful!

Work was tense today. Not a bad day -- but Lynne (the owner) and Jayne (another older lady) were the only others on. Lynne was short tempered, and Jayne is a little....clumsy? clueless? I'm not sure what. She's the nicest lady alive, and she tries so hard to be helpful, but sometimes you just want to tell her to leave it alone and let someone else do it. She only has one spiel when anyone walks in the door way "Hi folks, lots of goodies to look at..big and small. If you have any questions we'll try to answer them for you." I found myself mouthing along this afternoon. I found myself getting frustrated with her "help" this afternoon, and then I realized, I will be just like her when I get old. I'm clumsy, and doggedly determined to do everything myself. When I'm older I'm sure I'll keep trying to be useful. And I'm sure I'll cause lots of younger people to shake their heads and wonder why I don't just go somewhere else and leave the work to the competent. So, keeping that in mind, I'm trying to treat her as a competent, and respect her as an elder. I'm ashamed to admit that I still got impatient a lot. One of her legs is an inch or two shorter than the other (the result of an airplane gangplank being removed while people were still on it). So she totters around the antique shop coming perilously close to falling on things. In fact she did fall down last week, breaking several lawn ornaments in the process, but mercifully not breaking her hip. Lynda launches tirades, wanting Lynn to not let her come back because next time she might seriously hurt herself, or break something more valuable. But, if I were in Jayne's place, I wouldn't want to be condescended to. I keep remembering the week that I danced a show on a broken foot because I was NOT going to lose the role. Well, anyway it's not my shop, and I don't have to make that decision. But I need to treat her with respect, even when I'm frustrated because I'm picking up something that she's knocked over for the dozenth time.

Time for an open forum for all of you out there. I walked the dog last night, and was thinking about Psalm 23 (thanks for the suggestion Teri) which is the only one I know front to back. Anyway. When I got to the last line "And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever" I started thinking about something C. S. Lewis had written in his Reflections on the Psalms. He reminds us that in our Christian application of Old Testament writings, we forget that the ancient Jews had no hope of "grace" as we consider it, and (and this had changed by the time Jesus was born) also had not yet begun to believe in "heaven." (or hell for that matter. They thought of an afterlife similar to the ancient Greeks) So, the above phrase must refer to this life, not the next one. I'm not trying to profound here -- I'm sure this thought has crossed everyone's mind. So, taken in the context that it was written, how does that phrase apply to your life? Aaron, Teri, Darryl, Drea -- lets hear it!