In addition to forgetting I have a blog, these last few days I have been catching up on some much needed "hang out time" with my dear friend from nursing school, Laura. Let me state, for the record, that Laura and I have a friendship unlike any other. Some may call it "unusual", some may call it "ridiculous", we call it "normal". Allow me to share with you 2 short stories that have occurred within the last 2 days. We'll go in chronological order:
1) Yesterday, Laura (who is REGRETTABLY APPLYING FOR THE AIR FORCE AND POTENTIALLY ABANDONING ME) returned from her Air Force interview, which REGRETABLY went well. ---And for those of you wondering, I am NOT suffering from anticipated seperation anxiety. I am simply distraught because she and I wear the same size clothes head to toe. That means double wardrobe. You only find a friend like that once in a lifetime---Moving on. She came over so we could work together applying for jobs and studying for the NCLEX. We are hard at work, minding our own business, when Laura gets the genius idea to start "meowing"....LOUDLY.....and to a tune. Why? I have no idea. But it seemed appropriate to her, I guess. I tolerate it for a short while, then get sick of it so I tell her to can it. We immediately afterwards decide to rent a Redbox movie. I gather my things to leave and Laura is doddling. Because she is a QUEEN at doddling. She knows it, I know it, the world knows it. So I pull the old nannying trick and threaten to leave her. This strikes a cord because Laura has a fear of abandonment. I decide it would be a GREAT idea to use this to my advantage. So I got up, walked to the door, grabbed my purse and keys and said, "Laura. I'm leaving." and shut the door. I hear her yelp, "OOOOHHHH NO!!!!!" along with a few other choice words which wont be repeated. I climb the stairs of my apartment complex, which overlooks the front door, to watch how the situation unfolds. I hear scrambling inside my apartment and I start to fill with anticipation and excitement. What happens next, there was no preparing for. Laura comes BARRELING out of my apartment, slams the door, cries, "CAAIIITTTTLLLIIINNN??????" and starts running to the door like a toddler who just learned to walk. For those of you who have no idea what that means, please observe the picture below:
1) Yesterday, Laura (who is REGRETTABLY APPLYING FOR THE AIR FORCE AND POTENTIALLY ABANDONING ME) returned from her Air Force interview, which REGRETABLY went well. ---And for those of you wondering, I am NOT suffering from anticipated seperation anxiety. I am simply distraught because she and I wear the same size clothes head to toe. That means double wardrobe. You only find a friend like that once in a lifetime---Moving on. She came over so we could work together applying for jobs and studying for the NCLEX. We are hard at work, minding our own business, when Laura gets the genius idea to start "meowing"....LOUDLY.....and to a tune. Why? I have no idea. But it seemed appropriate to her, I guess. I tolerate it for a short while, then get sick of it so I tell her to can it. We immediately afterwards decide to rent a Redbox movie. I gather my things to leave and Laura is doddling. Because she is a QUEEN at doddling. She knows it, I know it, the world knows it. So I pull the old nannying trick and threaten to leave her. This strikes a cord because Laura has a fear of abandonment. I decide it would be a GREAT idea to use this to my advantage. So I got up, walked to the door, grabbed my purse and keys and said, "Laura. I'm leaving." and shut the door. I hear her yelp, "OOOOHHHH NO!!!!!" along with a few other choice words which wont be repeated. I climb the stairs of my apartment complex, which overlooks the front door, to watch how the situation unfolds. I hear scrambling inside my apartment and I start to fill with anticipation and excitement. What happens next, there was no preparing for. Laura comes BARRELING out of my apartment, slams the door, cries, "CAAIIITTTTLLLIIINNN??????" and starts running to the door like a toddler who just learned to walk. For those of you who have no idea what that means, please observe the picture below:
She then ran to the door, saw my car outside and slowed down, realizing she had just made a fool out of herself--most likely in front of me. Come to find out, the reason she was delayed was because she was posting a facebook status. About her "meowing". And me telling her to shut up. Because apparently it was just that important.
2) We got into the car and drove to the Redbox. Nearly the WHOLE parking lot is empty. There is one senior citizen sitting in their car. That was the only other person in the WHOLE WALGREENS PARKING LOT. And my dear Laura decided this parking space was the most appropriate for our quick trip to the Redbox:
2) We got into the car and drove to the Redbox. Nearly the WHOLE parking lot is empty. There is one senior citizen sitting in their car. That was the only other person in the WHOLE WALGREENS PARKING LOT. And my dear Laura decided this parking space was the most appropriate for our quick trip to the Redbox:
Naturally, instead of waiting patiently in the car, I got out and took a picture of the situation as she PRANCED (see above picture) to the Redbox from her car, 4 spaces away.
This concludes the short segment about my frand, Laura. I'm sure she will make appearances throughout the existence of this blog.
This concludes the short segment about my frand, Laura. I'm sure she will make appearances throughout the existence of this blog.
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