Crazy Psycho

I have titled this post Crazy Psycho because it is about an encounter that I had with a Crazy Psycho last week. The encounter was via phonecall and started early Monday morning, early meaning that she called four times before 8:00. This would usually not be a problem, but Monday was the only day that I got to sleep remotely late so I was a bit perturbed/concerned. Because of my concern, I decided to call this strange number back to see why exactly she needed me at 7:23 in the morning.

"Hello"
"Heeeeey.. I had a few missed calls from this number this morning and was just wondering if you needed anything."
"Well, I had a missed call from you and was calling you back. Is this not Gary?"
"Naw, I'm not Gary. And I don't think that I called you, but if I did I apologize."
"It's okay. Bye."

End of story? No ma'am.

I had to work at the bank on Tuesday, so I was up fairly early. I looked at my phone during lunch and whatdoyaknow.. Crazy Psycho had called back. What in the world could this woman want?!?! I had the mindset to call this crazy woman back and tell her just what I thought of her harassing phone calls.

"Hey! I had a missed call from this number and was just calling back."
"Yeeaaaaaaaaaaah.. I'm just going to tell you what I need. I think that my husband is cheating on me with you."
"Whhhoooooooooa. I'm really sorry about that, ma'am, but I can guarantee you that it's not with me."
"Well, I looked through his phone bill and there were a whole bunch of calls to your number and then I looked in his phone and he had your number listed as Gary. You don't sound like a Gary. Now, he's cheated on me before and I'm not going to let him do it again."
"Ma'am, like I said, I don't know your husband and I'm certainly not sleeping with him. I just really want you to stop calling me."
"Ahhh.. all right then."

Crazy Psycho hasn't called back, but when she does I'll be ready.

I love my Mama!

It is true. Today is Mother's Day and I love my mom. I mean, she did carry me (and Mallory) for 9 months. I don't know about you, but carrying 11.9 pounds worth of baby sure is love. To pay her back for this, Mallory and I decided to cook lunch. Squash. Chicken enchiladas. Mexican rice. Chocolate oatmeal cookies. :)

In other news, Adam and I broke up. He's an idiot and that's all I'm going to say about that at the moment.

Mr. Keith Wiseman preached tonight about going through the storm. I must say that I love when he preaches because it's just like he's telling a story around a kitchen table, you can't help but listen. He's been farming soybeans and chickens for a living for the past 27 years and usually talks about that a lot in his sermons. :) Tonight he told us that there was a summer where in came a huge rain in the late spring right after he'd planted his beans, but didn't rain a drop for the rest of the summer. He prayed and prayed for rain, but it didn't come. He harvested 8 bushels of beans per acre that summer (50 per acre is the norm) but fed his family just fine. The moral of that story is that I don't need to ask God for rain or anything else that I think is necessary in my life. He is all that I need.

Much love,
Megan

This Ain't Xanga.

So.. I've been meaning to create a Blogspot for quite a while now because I've seen just how darling everyone else's is and it has just taken me procrastinating studying for finals to finally figure out how to make this thing. Thank you finals. :) This is, however, a work in progress so I apologize if my blog is ugly for a while. Just go with the flow.

I must say that life is good. There are exactly four days left of this semester and I am ecstatic. Not one ounce of my body will miss organic chemistry with its strange cyclohexanes or poultry science genetics, well, with its chickens. I am ready to be in Shannon, Mississippi on Cherry Street for three months where I can sit on the rocking chair on the front porch, work on my quilt, play in the garden, and sleep with my window cracked where the attic fan blows a breeze in. Ahhhh.. 4 days. FOUR DAYS. I will, however, miss my lovely boyfriend who will be sailing down the Tibbee River to take daily water samples and my dear friends (especially those lucky graduates).

I will end this post with a few quotes from this weekend:

"You know.. I'm missing a toe." - Comer's customer sitting at table #9. I hadn't even said hey yet.

"As it turns out, these folks were the biggest crooks since the Nigerians!!" - BancorpSouth customer regarding fraud on their debit card


The crickets are out tonight. <3

Much love,
Megan