She looked like she hadn't eaten for days, and was very, very thin. I think she has about eaten her weight in dog food since she's been here. She also seems to be quite lonely and tends to beg for attention whenever anyone goes outside.
She is really sweet, and if I thought she was healthy or we had enough money to spend on her right now, we might consider keeping her. Then again, that's a whole lot more work and I'm not known for being overly responsible like that.
Anyone want a doggy?
So I just went out to pick up my paycheck. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I was flagged down by a guy asking if I'd give him a ride. We talked for a minute and I kinda thought about how, being a christian, i probably ought to show love and compassion to the world around me - so i told him to get in.
He was very apologetic about the whole thing and continued to assure me he was not 'bad people'. Turns out he had come into town with a friend of his, gotten drunk and seperated and didn't have a ride home. I could still smell a little on him, but he seemed to be mostly in his right mind.
We were driving out toward 11e, where he said he lived, when he tried to convince me to stop somewhere to get him 'something to take home' - in the way of alcohol. I told him very plainly that I wasn't ok with that. Despite a few additional efforts to convince me otherwise, I told him I'd take him where he wanted to go - either to his house, or somewhere else, but I was only making one stop and then I was heading out. Ultimately, he had me drop him at a hardees. He thanked me for the help and we went our seperate ways.
So as I drove home, I thought 'well, that was unusual'. I also thought about whether I'd handled the whole thing 'correctly'.
When I got home I discovered the Jehovah's Witnesses had stopped by and left a tract outside our door. Seems I was destined to have a random encounter today pretty much no matter what.
So ginger and I went to Schlotzky's for lunch this afternoon. Upon entering, the lady at the register - the one who is always there when we go in for lunch - tells us we should buy one of these discount cards she has since we're in there so much. The cards are for the support of local schools. She insisted that the 10% discount would save us quite a bit of lunch money.
I guess i don't really expect the random people i interact with on a weekly-ish basis to recognize or remember me, so it always seems weird to me when something like that happens.
Maybe next time i go in there i'll just order 'the usual' and see what happens...
So I've had a random encounter of the funishing kind. In our breezeway saturday night, sheri and I found a tv stand. Attached to it was a note that said 'Tom: Sorry it took me so long to drop this off. -Bill'.
I don't know who these people are, but i think Tom is going to continue to be more and more dissappointed with Bill as he wonders where his tv stand is.
Someone named 'Kristina Hail', more specifically. I've now received three (3) phone calls for her from prospective employers over the past few months. It would seem she accidentally put my phone number on her resume. People keep wanting to interview her, but they're calling me because she gave them the wrong number. She must be pretty depressed that no place is calling her back. If only she knew.
So I just got a call from Nelnet, the company through which i have my student loans. They were calling to inform me that my loans were currently using a variable interest rate and they asked if i would be interested in consolidating them and fixing it. I said sure, figuring i'd listen to what he had to say and wait till the bottom line. During the course of the conversation however, it came to light that my loans were not of a sufficient dollar amount for them to offer me this particular deal.
Essentially, the guy called me to say "We've got this consolidation thing, but you can't have it."
Last night was our area churches' 'Fifth Sunday Sing'. Everytime there's a 5th sunday, they all get together and sing to each other. Sometimes theres some goods ones, sometimes it's a joyful noise.
Anyway, some people decided that our newly-formed praise band should lead some congregational singing. This was a sort of pre-cursor to us leading sunday morning worship next week. As far as i could tell, it went over very well.
Quite possibly the coolest thing, however, was this:
(Preface: One idea behind the hatching of the praise band was that it might bring in some more people. Our church is rather small and the average age is probably 50 or so.)
While mark was unloading his drums, a guy saw him and pulled up outside the church to ask him what was going on. Apparently he had just moved up here from the Myrtle Beach area where he attended a church that had a band. Mark told him that we were just getting started, and that our first actual church appearance was tonight. The man thanked him, and said that he would be back that evening. And he was. We talked with him for a while afterwards. He said he really thought it was cool and that he was going to come next sunday as well.
Now, i'm not all about the idea behind christianity being getting people in your building on sundays, nor do i think finding a service you 'like' is the most important thing, but i thought this particular incident was pretty cool.
ok, i have just lost SO much faith in the collective intelligence of mankind.
I have just recieved a phone call. It went something like this:
me (answers phone): "hello?"
woman: "hello...uhm, is this the mobile home park?"
me: "no, i think you have the wrong number"
woman: "well, is this 929-9105?"
me: "ah, no, this is 926-9105, you accidentally dialed the wrong number."
woman: "well, in the book here, it says 929-9105 is the mobile home park."
me: "yeah, this is 926-9105. you want 929-9105."
woman: "so it's wrong in the book then..."
me: "no, THIS number is 926-9105. you WANT the one in the book, 929-9105."
woman: "well, do you have a number for the mobile home park then?"
me: "you know what? why don't you try the number in the book again..."