tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77935060432343357312012-02-16T10:15:14.080-08:00i mean the deal is that i talk alot. about not much in particular. and this blog is my way of saying "here's a bit of a respite" to my family and friends. i can't promise it will be scintillating. no sparkly edward cullen round these parts. but it will be me. or at least that is the idea. enjoy!littlegoodwolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15625468510222280755noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793506043234335731.post-58342689559500267672011-07-24T00:31:00.000-07:002011-07-24T00:31:00.189-07:00i have a client.&nbsp; he is a nice fellow. he calls me "little mama".&nbsp; sometimes shortened to just plain "mama".&nbsp; <br /><br />it is just what he does.&nbsp; i think all chicks, to him, get this title.&nbsp; he doesn't mean any disrespect.&nbsp; and he often catches himself and says "... i mean, miss rocket".&nbsp; <br /><br />the problem is that no matter how hip i try to be, i am still just a dork deep down inside.&nbsp; because when i call him and he says "hey mama," i say "oh no, this isn't your mother, this is miss wolverine."<br /><br />and then he always says "i know who this is, miss rocket, how are you?"<br /><br />and somewhere during this exchange i think - shit i've done it again.&nbsp; i KNOW that he probably calls every woman he knows "mama".&nbsp; and i KNOW that it's just slang for "hey chick that i count amongst my friends".&nbsp; but tell that to the big nerd that lives inside me.&nbsp; she wants to clarify that his mother is not, indeed, calling him at this juncture.&nbsp; <br /><br />and the big dork wins every time.&nbsp; <br /><br />so then i try to outsmart the big dork and when my client answers the phone, i say "hi! it's miss wolverine."&nbsp; To which he replies, "hey mama!"&nbsp; and then the big dork takes over and i STILL say "oh no, its not your mother..."&nbsp; <br /><br />and then i stop bc i realize that&nbsp;i've done it again.&nbsp; and we just laugh at what a big dork i am.&nbsp;<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793506043234335731-5834268955950026767?l=yesilikepinacoladas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>littlegoodwolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15625468510222280755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793506043234335731.post-70224484465990238762011-07-08T21:30:00.000-07:002011-07-08T21:52:00.961-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;">and here is a list of all the dead things i saw in the road:&nbsp; (mind you, i am only counting the 35 miles of Hwy 63 between Rolla and Licking)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li>7 animals of undetermined origin</li><li>3 raccoons</li><li>2 armadillos</li><li>2 skunks</li><li>1 giant hawk that was feeding on a dead skunk when it, too, was hit by a car</li><li>1 more skunk who was hit by a car, then eaten by a hawk, then hit by a car again (see above)</li><li>4 things that might have been snakes or parts of tires</li></ul></div>here is a list of the live things of note that i saw:<br /><ul><li>1 coyote</li><li>1 jaunty man with beret and knapsack hiking down the highway toward oblivion</li><li>3 barefoot amish toddlers running around and giggling in&nbsp;a quicky mart</li><li>(infinity) crabby people who also do not know how to drive</li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793506043234335731-7022448446599023876?l=yesilikepinacoladas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>littlegoodwolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15625468510222280755noreply@blogger.com0