Pickle In Your Pocket

Vacation vacation vacation…I need a VACATION! All work and no play makes pickle a dull boy. All work and no play makes pickle a dull boy….etc I am currently on the Outer Banks of my sanity. I am sitting right on the edge with my feet dangling into the vast nothingness that spreads out before me. Insanity nearly as fun as I thought it would be. So anyways I have definitely been feeling a little Loony lately. I Haven’t been able to really fit into my routine like I thought I would. I think its just because I don’t have that necessary me time or me and tess time to take away from all the time and energy I spend in class or at work. I cannot wait to land a FF job. I am just aching to get out there and really start searching for a job. I recently received a job offer with a local ambulance company so that will be great for me. It doesn’t pay too much less then what I make now and it will be great experience. Hopefully while I am working that job I can continue to apply with agencies and then hopefully before I know it I will be where I want to be.

I was thinking the other day…what if you and your bf/gf were being all sweet and cuddling on the couch or lounging around on a nice summer day in your back yard, pool side with a nice tall margarita and you made the “i got your nose” move to your significant other unaware that that would be the last cutesy move you would ever make in your brief but interesting life. “What the hell are you talking about”, you might ask…and truthfully Im not sure but what i think i was getting at was that what if you were dating a psycho and you just didn’t know it. For instance say you decide to pull the nose move. You innocently reach in and whisper…”I have your nose” while slyly pushing your thumb between your pointer and middle fingers on your right hand as it slowly bobs before your lovers eyes. Then out of there mouth comes a strangely smooth and direct “give it back” Thinking you two are playing you reply “no”, and with those words comes a twisted convulsion over the face of your dear sweet Romeo or Juliet. Again they ask, “Give it back” but this time it is a little strained and you can tell the salty tides of insanity are mixing with the cool clean waters of common sense and reason to create a brackish milky current of uncertainty behind their eyes. Leaning back you say “no” this time questioning yourself on whether or not that was the correct answer at this given moment in time. And out of nowhere comes a blood curdling scream followed by the opening of the gates of hell and the collapsing of the earth upon itself. Before your eyes your sweet Jekyll transforms into Hyde or Beauty into Beast and in a split second they are upon you with the strength of 10 men…or in the womens case 20 because we all no women are freakishly strong when angry. They are clawing at your right hand scratching, biting drooling, and all you can do is try not to laugh and keep moving your out reached hand from left to right as if you really did have something precious in there that you didn’t want them to get a hold of. Screaming you turn on your back and crawl …where? i have no clue. Anywhere to get away from this monkey that is now sitting on your back straddling you and proceeding to choke you out from behind. Finally you give in and turning back to your back you quickly place your hand back on to the face of the beast midway between the eyes and with a final clench you squeeze and release and with your final release and withdrawing of your hand comes the calming of the storm…you are able to exhale as the weight is lifted off your chest…your little boyfriend/ girlfriend gets up and makes his/her way to the mirror. Standing before the mirror he/she checks their nose for a few seconds and then turning reply’s “its a little crooked, you could have at least put it on straight.” ….yeah I was just thinking how much that could ruin a good date.