Sheep

I would first like to begin by expressing my angst. I typed out an entire blog last night, but when I tried to publish it....poof*. I thought some really hateful things and then went to sleep. I'm a little bit technologically impaired. But, I'm going to give it a second go here.

On July 23, I went to see a concert. I am probably going to get some flack for this from my brother and maybe others of you out there, but I'm going to say it proudly: I saw Kelly Clarkson. I realize that she is very mainstream right now, but I like her.

I can trave this back to about 3 years ago when I lived with Courtney. She watched American Idol pretty religiously. In the beginning I tried to not go along with the ultra popular thing. I didn't want to be a sheep so I didn't watch it because everyone else was. At some point I was home and watched it with her. I got sucked in. I even voted for Kelly Clarkson in the finale...yep, I did.

If this should be a guilty pleasure, then I am guilty. I'll admit it; I loved the concert. I even sang along (yes, I know the words that well). If this makes me a sheep, then all I have to say is "baa, baa baby!".

Work

Any of you who know me have probably heard of the summer enjoyment that I have. I get to work for my dad out at his business. By "get to work" for him, I mean I get guilt tripped into working for him every summer. I'm living an hour away from home and somehow he has managed to talk me into coming there everyday this week. The absolute best part of the whole deal is that I smell like tires when I leave (did I mention that it was a tire store?). That's right, the smell of dark black, stinky rubber permeates throughout...my clothes, my hair, my skin: all rubber scented. It's total chaos out there. He sells and works on John Deere lawn mowers and these people who come out there act like their lawn mower makes for a life or death situation. I mean worst case scenario: their grass grows out too far. No one dies because it's not linked to their physical being and they can still go to work or wherever they need to because in spite of the way they act....it's not their car!!! So there it is I work at a tire store and John Deere place...it stinks, it's dirty, and it's possibly the most feminine job in the world. On the upside, it is a great motivator to go back to school!