I Always Knew Kate Was My Fave :]

It is official: I have received the best gift in all of giftdom. The gift that gifts me with joy, the gift that gifts me with girly giggles every time I look at it.

What IS the amazing, most wonderful gift, you ask? Well, besides baby Jesus, the best gift of all is:

RONALD WEASLEY'S WAND!!!

"Holy crap" is the most appropriate reaction that I can give here, seeing as how children have access to my blog. Tears of joy wanted so desperately to spew from my eyes, but, hey, I didn't cry. But I DID hug KATHERINE ELIZABETH GATES a fierce hug, one that could have split her in half, I think. I mean, yeah, Christmas Eve is tomorrow, and Christmas day is yet to come, but I'm willing to bet that this will be the best gift I will get. [The best material gift]. SO AMAZING. 

P.S. On the way home from her house, I got pulled over for improper use of my seat belt [the guy was obviously bored and trying to meet his end-o-the-year quota]. The wand was sitting on my pillow in the seat next to me, like a royal scepter, really, and I found myself thinking..."What would Ron Weasley do?" My reasons for the "improper use" apparently weren't good enough, and he wrote me the dang ticket. Jerk. Face.

However, I am so looking forward to spending time with my family. Having a family divided is tough, and has always been tough since it happened. I have two different families to visit who have each combined with another, and they're all in different places at different times, and oh, by the way, you can add in my job that I have now just to complicate things. But I think I have things squared away this year so that I won't be in any hurry. Tomorrow I'm spending the day/night with my Grammy, who is the coolest of the cool, you absolutely have no idea. She's the one who got me hooked on coffee...at the age of 3. I can talk to her about anything. Absolutely anything. And she doesn't judge me an ounce. She's funny and wonderful and vibrant and still so young at heart. I love her so much. :] Plus, I get to share her with the best cousin ever, Megan. We're pretty much twins, just a year and a bit apart. It's odd how similar we look. I hate that I don't see her often. But I'm pretty excited to be spending some time with her. The next morning, Christmas, we'll have Christmas breakfast at Grammy's with the whole family. Then off to Dad's for their Christmas.

Then it's back to Tuscaloosa to see my Granny, Bert's mom, to see her for a bit before I go home and pack SOME MORE. Sunday morning, I load two precious little brats by the name of Carly and Taylor into the blue, now clean, 'stang, and head off towards Destin, Florida to see my MOM! :D Yay! And have my Christmas with her at the beach. And I'll also spend New Years there. 

I hoping it will be the best New Years I'll have ever had. Though...I'll probably be sketched out on and forgotten. If you knew the circumstances, it wouldn't be surprising. 

I hope you're confused. 'Cause I sure am...

THEN -deep breath- I MOVE OUT! So, needless to say, more packing. And unpacking. And crap. Before school starts. With work in between. 

I'm tired just thinking about this. 

AND scene.

I Solemnly Swear.

Nope. I'm lying. There's no possible way, Alan Mullenix, that I can go a day without posting something about pills, crazy people, or pharmacy crap. Do you realize how much I work? How crazy these people are? How many insane things happen in a week? How many STUPID people there are?

It's freaking hilarious. And I have been sent here to tell you about it.

So, yeah, first things first: my pharmacy story for the day.

"Amy!" you say, "Another one? How could there possibly be? What HAVEN'T you heard?"

Oh, my friend; you don't know the half of it.

As it is, we have a customer, an older lady, that fills her prescriptions with us. Normal, yes? I suppose. This lady is a special lady. A lady that I can't speak to without making my stomach muscles ache as I attempt to restrain myself from doubling over with laughter. The reason for this is her speaking voice. Have you ever seen Family Guy? You know, the old man? Herbert? She. Sounds. Just. Like. HIM. It's ridiculous.

Today, she comes back to the pharmacy and asks me to help her with some things that are on sale. Eye drops. Ok, well, that's in our area of "expertise," if you'd like to call it such, so I say, sure. We're dead at the moment, just a few scripts to fill and Jade and Laura were there. So she takes me to the right aisle, slowly, and I confirm the sale price. At this point, I realize who she is...I've only ever spoken to her on the phone and decided she sounded like Herbert. She asks me to then get a sale paper and read for her what CANDY is on sale. Candy. Chocolate. Whitman's, Russell Stover, Lindt, that Rocher stuff...I'm practically a professional chocolate-picker-outer. But then she finds WRAPPED ones, so we switch those out. Then she had to decide whether she wanted Nougat filled, truffles, nutty, chewy, milk chocolate, dark, crispy...I couldn't get away from her. And the more she spoke, the harder it was. THEN she asks me about lotion. Thank goodness we didn't have it. And I tried to steer her back to the Pharmacy to see if they needed help.

Man. Wow.

So yeah. I talk about Rite Aid a lot. Deal with it. I'm there 5, sometimes 6 days a week. I have no other life to talk about apparently.

I'm moving soon. Yay.

I've gone back to middle school and have a new crush. But we all know what happens with those. Not a thing. Eh. It's just as well. I don't have all that much time for a guy.

I passed my classes.

Going to Florida next week for New Years, where the only kind of kiss I'll get will be from my 17 year old cat or my nieces and nephews on the cheek. And I don't have a resolution yet. I might not have one at all. I find if I make them, I don't keep them. Haha.

Christmas is soon. I can't wait. I have no idea what I'm getting because I didn't ask for anything specific. If money, I have to get some apt stuff. I wanna camera though. D:

Hmm. I'm done.

"I'm yo pushaaaaa!"

Well. It goes without saying. Why? Because it's plastered all over Facebook, Twitter, my face, and now here...

I got my tech license!!!!

I'm just a little bit excited, I guess. No more feeling useless at work, staring at people as they wait for their meds, trying to tell them with one facial expression, "Oh, I'm standing here doing nothing because I'm not a pharmacy tech yet. It's illegal for me to touch, count, enter in, and sometimes even look at the drugs. I'm sorry...? ^_^;" Yeah, it's totally not easy to say with one look. Even Pro Hough's opera workshop for two years couldn't help me with that one. But, hey! It's all good! I got it! And I really enjoyed today. Christina showed me how to label and count and put away and mark and all that good stuff. She was really great about letting me learn and helped customers at the registers while I would finish counting or whatever I was in the middle of. I think she knew I was having too much fun. She's really great. :] As are all of the girls. I think they're all excited [relieved]. Lol.

When I got home today, however, I was a little flustered. Just trying to figure things out for Christmas while I was on the phone with my mom. It get's crazy when you have such a huge extended family that you'd like to see within a few days. Anyway, I walked in from the car, didn't see anything. Got off the phone with Mom and realized I left something in my car. I was still sour about something, my mind reeling, so I wasn't "fully present [gah, I'm itching all over thinking about this story...]. When I got to the garage door to go back in, my eye caught something on the wall, almost level to the door knob. I take one fraction of a second to realize that it's a fair sized spider in ATTACK STANCE, looking at me like it's going to take a kamikaze flight to my face and eat me whole. In one swift move, and I am not joking, I karate kick the wall, smearing it's satanic, venomous guts. I walk into the house calmly, and when I closed the door, I then realized what had just happened and had an overwhelming need to cry, or hyperventilate. Also, I nearly peed myself. I had to go lie down and watch Will & Grace for a while. Terrifying. But not as bad as when Bert killed that one spider in the garage and thousands of babies spewed out. -SHUDDER-

Here's a shot of an attack position. I'd post the picture, but I'd probably end up deleting this post...

Complete and utter terror.

Then Grandmother came home, we had pizza, enjoyed each other's company, drank coffee and played skip-bo. I've decided this will be grandmother's weekend, aside from my meeting with my potential roommates tomorrow night. Tomorrow morning/ afternoon, I'm baking with Grandmother. Something I don't think I've really ever done. Either that, or it's been a LOOOOOOONG time. :]

The surface area of an average-sized brick is 79 cm squared.