Thursday, July 22, 2010

Singing in the Rain

Yesterday was a pretty exhausting day. I stayed OT at work and by the time I got home I was starving. So, I decided to take a walk to the grocery store which is about 20 minutes away, walking time. I figured I'd make this into a workout and run on the trail that goes behind the store on my way and have a nice brisk power-walk on the way home. As I'm getting changed I see that there are some dark clouds in the distance, but I figured I'd have ample time to get there and back with out being drizzled on. Obviously, I should have checked the forecast.
As I'm running, about halfway to the end of the trail I hear a small rumble of thunder in the distance. Ah, no big deal, it sounded pretty far off. By the time I get to the end of the trail and start on my way down to the store the sky is getting pretty cloudy, and those dark clouds seem to have raced over from where they originally were. As I was walking through the parking lot, I thought I felt a drop, so I looked around to see if there were raindrops on the ground or on any of the cars. Nope. Ok, maybe it is just my imagination.
I'm in the store trying to choose a good-looking meat and I hear another rumble, this time pretty loud. I thought maybe it would be just one of those fake-out storms where its just thunder and light rain like we've been getting. I pay, tie up the bag and leave. Walking through the parking lot this time, I see its getting pretty dark and I don't really want to be on that trail by myself if there is going to be thunder and probably lightning. I get to the end of the parking lot and boom, I get smacked in the face by a huge raindrop. I figured, well, I do only have on shorts and a tank top, a little rain never hurt anyone.
As soon as that thought crossed my mind, bright crack of lightning and a shaking thunder roll. Then the rain started. Just a light rain at first, nothing to be worried about. Walking along, about a quarter of the way, the light rain just as fast turns to pelting rain. The streets start flooding up, the gutters can't handle the amount of water and there is me, in a nice bright yellow tank top walking with a tied up brown plastic grocery bag. Good thing I didn't bring my phone...
I had people drive by me and just stare, guys driving with their girlfriends, one of them was actually at an intersection and his girlfriend looked at me and I can see her say 'No, no, just keep going' as she pretends not to see me, and of course, I'm passed by two cops who don't even look in my direction.
I was going to just hang out under an awning but I guess, I was soaked enough, what does a little more rain mean now? The only thing that was a little scary was the constant thunder and lightning. As I got to the block my house is on, I'm able to see bright blue skies and magically the rain starts to let up. My luck, but all in all, I wasn't really that mad. I kinda felt like a little kid again with my water logged squishy shoes and clothes that clung to me. Its a good thing I've been working out, or else the fact that my yellow shirt became a see-through yellow shirt could have been embarrassing....

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

The First Day

I never, ever thought I would be a blogger. But hey, look at me now. I feel like this could be a good thing to do, good for me to vent, express myself and learn a little more about myself.
The way is spend my day: I deal with people all day, trying to make them happy but I seem to come across people who want nothing to do with what I'm pitching. I get to be whomever I so choose over the phone, so maybe sometimes I'll have an accent or be overly bubbly which is always fun. Truth be told, I'll never meet these people, so I try to keep everything fun, both for myself and them.
I get home and some days I get to change my outfit and go to job #2. The other days, I either: clean, exercise, swim/lay out with my future sister-in-law, enjoy a smoothie with my neighbor, make a nice meal or do some baking, or take a walk/run on a trail by my house and visit/hang out on the edge of a coal pit (Yes, a coal pit. 'Everyone's goal is mine more coal.' I love the Coal Region.)
Monday nights include It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Wednesday nights, of course, it is Tosh.0
I guess now this blog will be an addition into my day. Yay, I love it. This isn't so bad : )