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The first day of testing I had a bit of a rough time of it. I tend to not pay attention to inconsequential little things while traveling like, say, exit numbers. I mean, the Gypsy (Jimmy's GPS) squeals at me every time I have to turn or divert from my forward track, so why should I think for myself? Well, this time it caught up with me. I got lost on 219 and drove back and forth a few times while getting more and more worked up. I finally figured out that I was on "off road" mode. I put the dang GPS away and didn't use it the rest of the week. The day only got worse though. I ended up leaving my computer behind at the conference center and had to go back for it. By now my contact person there...who is also named Bill!...knows me pretty well and told me they were considering trying to sell my computer on the street to see what price it would bring!
Mom and I decided that after that first day I needed some retail therapy, so we rummaged in some thrift stores and I ended up with a jean jacket with leopard print collar and cuffs that I don't think was ever worn at all. I also picked 4 like-new pairs of shoes. Now, I don't tell just ANYBODY that I sometimes shop in thrift stores, so I'm glad that like only two people are going to read this! By the time I have 1,000 followers, this post will be well buried and my secret will be safe! Anyway, the retail therapy worked. The rest of the week went great!

It has been nice to be home for the weekend. Steve had fresh flowers for me when I got home...in several different places, and with baby's breath from our own back yard! VERY thoughtful of him and so nice to come home to my family and the flowers!


Tonight we had baked spaghetti for dinner, and then I spent some time stalking people on FB. I saw that Susan's camper is getting closer to being usable. I'm happy for her, but I'm still a tent dweller and I don't see that changing! I told her that when we camp together over Memorial Day, if it rains, I'm claiming the area under the camper!
I just want to know what a BJ grad is doing buying leopard skin clothes??? Sounds like you've been liberated to me. Now Bill has a good BJU story. Maybe he'll share it sometime. :-)
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ReplyDeleteI assume the story Susan refers to is my trip to BJU during my senior year in high school. I was living in Grand Rapids, MI at the time and my mother thought I should consider BJ for college. So I traveled to BJ to participate in a program where prospective students shadow current students during a typical day at college.
ReplyDeleteJust my luck, I was assigned to a dorm room of juvenile delinquents that, among other things, showed me their collection of switchblades and schooled me in the proper use and care of knives. I'm not sure exactly what my mother thought I would get out of a weekend at BJU, but I'm pretty sure an education in switchblades was not what she had in mind.
Of course, from everything I know about the Allen household, knives and guns are pretty common so this is probably a boring story. Maybe this is not the right story. I only have one other BJU story.... but I’m guessing some people wouldn’t want me to share that one.
Oh my goodness, Bill, that is too funny! That gives "The Cross and the Switchblade" a whole new meaning!!
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