Heads or Tails *Direction*

At our going away party, before moving to the new state, a very dear friend of mine, whom I refer to as my second father, asked, "Are you going to have an address out there?"

"Yep." I replied.

"Do you want to expand on that?" he asked.

I got my 'I'm rotten to the core and totally sarcastic' grin on my face and replied, "It's 1234 Highway Middle of Nowhere. Just turn left at the cow."

He pretty much called me a smart a*s and started laughing.

When my dad and I were making the trip to move me out here. We were just coming through an adjoining town, and there ahead of us was a giant cow. A great big giant cow standing in front of the town's auction barn. I burst out laughing and told my dad about my conversation with my second dad (dad wasn't at the going away party, but he could fully respect my sarcasm to my second dad, because my dad and second dad are best friends.... was that confusing?). My dad just got this big grin on his face and said, "Guess what Mist. You need to turn left here to head to your house!"

We were laughing so hard that we had to pull over to the side of the road before we could continue on our journey.

Now, whenever I work at the insurance company, I pass that cow. I always think of my dad and me sitting in the car laughing so hard we had tears streaming down our face, and it always makes me smile, as I "turn left at the cow" to head back to my house :-)

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Heads or Tails *Express*

Heads or Tails has its very own home now! If you click on the graphic above, it will take you to the awesome new HoT blog where you can sign up and start participating in this fun and popular meme!

Today's topic is Heads - Express. Well, you'd be really disappointed if I didn't have a story to tell, wouldn't you. Yeah, just shake your head and make me feel better about my obsessed story telling. Pretend like you like it. hehe

As you know, my grandparents raised me. Well, when I was growing up, my grandpa used to tell my dad, "I just want to be sure she is able to express herself." Grandpa was certainly good at expressing himself; although, we usually called it 'the gift-of-gab'. I can remember being sent outside when he would be talking with a customer who had come to buy lumber. "Grampa, Gramma sent me to get you, cuz it's time for dinner.".... .... .... "Grampa! Gramma is gonna get mad if dinner gets cold!".... .... .... "Grampa! Please don't make me go back in there without you! I'm supposed to be bringing you with me!" hehehe - I love both of them more than I can possibly express to you. ANYWAY, Last week, I would have certainly made my grandpa proud, because I was involved in a half-hour long conversation, and I didn't even understand half of what was said.

There is a couple here in the new county who own quite a bit of land and an equipment dealership. In fact, they own the land across the road where I always photograph deer. Anyway, they are from Argentina. They are a fantastic and friendly couple, and I am always touched, because whenever they drive by when I am walking down the road with my camera in hand, they stop to talk to me. Here's the hitch - they have very strong accents. Well, to them, I'm probably the one with an accent. Anyway, a lot of the time, I have trouble understanding what they are saying to me. So, I don't want to offend my new friends, and I just smile and nod a lot. Well, last week, I was on a sunset-photo-walk, and they stopped to talk to me. Apparently, I agreed to work for them and didn't even know it!

You see, I came home in the dark after our roadside conversation, and told my husband about running into to them and always feeling embarrassed because I stink at understanding people with accents. The next day, Hubs went to their equipment dealership to purchase a part he needed.

The owner of the dealership turned to his wife and asked, "Do you know who this is?" She replied that she didn't. So, he introduced Hubs to her. According to Hubs, she immediately got a huge smile on her face and replied, "OH! Your wife is coming to work for us!" Hubs quickly figured things out and asked, "Oh really? Ummmmm So, when does she start?"

Apparently, I'm expressing myself when I don't even realize it!

Oh, and you didn't think I'd end this post without expressing myself in my most favorite manner of expression, did you? This is what I was photographing when this friendly couple, who are apparently my new employers, pulled up and started talking with me.

(c) Misty DawnS

(c) Misty DawnS

What will this mean for my blogging? I'm not really sure yet. I'll know more tomorrow, after I have gone to talk to them about the details. I'm not willing to give up the friends I have found here (see my previous post) or blogging. So, one way or another - you're stuck with me. Tomorrow, I will discuss what is exactly expected of me, what the hours would be, and what the pay would be. Honestly, if the pay is not enough, with the price of gas now, I can't afford to be driving there and back each day just so I can say "I have a 'real' job." So, we'll just have to see. Hmmmm, I wonder if they have leather office chairs. I guess that's a little much to expect for a farm equipment shop, huh? *sigh*

By the way - My friends - PLEASE read my previous post. I put forth extra effort to make sure my 500th post was extra-special.

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A Funny In Podunk

You know me, I've got lots of silly, emotional, and funny stories to share. Yep, it sure is a good thing I started this blog so I could bore you to tears share all my stories with all of you. Whether it be dogs, farming, baby cribs, remodeling, web cams (Barb and Tammy, I can hear you laughing), or being an administrative assistant, I've got a story about it. That's why you like me, right? Because I've always got a story to tell? It's not? Oh shoot, I need to change my whole direction here then. But, before I do, I've got a funny story to share!

I worked at the insurance agency on Thursday and Friday. The insurance agent, aka my boss (we'll call him "Agent"), and I don't really know each other that well yet, and I feel a bit uncomfortable around him sometimes. So, I've been trying to find a way to break the ice and cause us to 'connect'. Anyway, when I arrived Friday morning, he was in his office with a client.

When the client left, and my boss came out of his office, I said, "Hey Agent, your friend called and said he would be calling back, so don't head over to the tire shop until he calls."

Agent asked, "Why would he think I'm going to go to the tire shop?"

I replied, "Well, probably because you always go to the tire shop."

Agent grinned and said, "Well, tell him I ain't got time to mess with him." (No, he didn't use the word mess, but this is a family friendly blog.)

So, I realized that he was in a good mood and said, "Well, since you are in a good mood, I've got something to ask you. You do realize that the door is spelled wrong, right?"

Agent stood there staring at me and asked, "What the heck are you talking about?"

I said, "Well, I always thought that the name of this agency, also the name of the county, was spelled '...NAM'."

He said, "Yeah, that IS how it's spelled." and stood there looking at me like I was mentally slow.

I asked, "Oh yeah, well then why does the door say '...MAN'?" and sat there looking at him like he was mentally slow.

Agent stood staring at me for a moment and then turned and ran outside to look at the door. I watched with amusement while he frantically tried to scratch letters off the door.

When he came back in, he shook his head, looked at me, and said, "People are going to think we're a bunch of freaking dummies." (No, those aren't the exact words he used, but this is a family-friendly blog.)

I replied, "Well, I'm not, because I'm the one who noticed it. You mean to tell me that NO ONE else has ever noticed that???"

"No." he replied, "You're the only one."

I gave him my thoughtful look and said, "Wow, y'all are a bunch of unobservant people here in Podunk, aren't ya?"

This sent him into hysterics laughing, because when he first asked if I would like to work there, I told him I would give him a resume. His reply was, "We don't need a resume, we're just a little insurance agency in Podunk." SO, anyone reading this from my area - I am NOT making fun of our community, I was repeating his term ;-) Besides, I'd never make fun - I love it here! ;-)

What makes this story even more funny is the fact that they just finished spending quite a bit of money to put vinyl scenes on the two big windows on both sides of the aforementioned door, remodel the offices, new paint, and new carpet... Yet, the name of the agency (also the county) is spelled wrong on the door. Hehe, I bet he wishes I would have never moved here!

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