I got Tagged.....

Apparently I was tagged a looooong time ago and I didn't even know it until I was catching up on all of Chriselda's blogs.

I don't really know what to do so I'll just repeat what she did.....I guess that's how it works???

Four Jobs i've had:
-Working at a Sno Cone stand when I was 16
-Retail
-Working for Texas Tech
-DJ

Four movies i'd watch over and over:
-Clueless
-Sixteen Candles
-Ferris Buellar's Day Off
-How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days

Four Places i've lived:
-Amarillo
-St. Louis (but only for a month)
-that's it....

Four TV shows i love to watch:
-The Office
-How I Met Your Mother
-Love Monkey
-American Idol

Four Websites i visit daily:
-my email
-MSN homepage to see all the latest news
-sometimes myspace
-Pogo to play games

Four Places i've been on vacation:
-Vegas
-Jamaica
-St. Louis
-Tour of Texas (going way down south, AH YEAH and then coming all the way back up)

Four foods i love:
-Queensland Chicken and Shrimp from Outback
-ice cream
-My mom's ribs and brisket
-Jerk Chicken

Four places i'd rather be:
-In Vegas
-At home scrapbooking
-at a bar
-at a concert

Four people to tag:
-Sorry, I have no bloggin' buddies. If someone reads this and wants to do it.....get after it!

I feel so bad.....

How is it that Chriselda, the busiest person on the face of the earth has time to update her blog.....and I sit here at work every night for 5 hours and think, "I'm bored. I have nothing to do", and I never do this. Maybe because I don't have pictures on here. I think that would help. And right now I have some pictures that I would love to put on here so I could vent. Here's the story anyways.....

Brandon and I went to Walmart the other night before I came to work. We do our shopping and come out to the parking lot. I walk up to the rear and I realize....I can't get to the driver's side door.....someone is parked too close. The idiot next to me decided that instead of pulling straight into the spot they only went half way into the spot. The rest of their car was over the yellow line right next to my door. I seriously couldn't have put a bag into the car without injuring myself.

(Insert pictures here)

That's right. I took pictures. Mainly because I had this weird fear that Brandon or myself would tackle the person the second that they walked by their truck and we would end up in court. It's always nice to have a camera in your purse.

So we're standing there figuring out what we're going to do to this person's car....because we can't just let them get away.....
Brandon decides to go in and have them paged in the store so they'll come to the front so we can yell at them. I wait out by the car for the person to come out.

So here he comes. A guy with a handle bar mustache, Nascar hat on....definitely the driver of this new Ford pickup. I ball my fist up and start preparing what I'm going to say to him. What if he hits me? Brandon's in the store. What will I do? Maybe I shouldn't say anything......

Wait. He's not getting in the truck. He's walking past it......He's in the car next to the truck. CRAP!

Hmmmm...there's an older lady walking by. Jackie O's on. She seems pretty harmless. HEY! Why did she just get in the truck??? Where's she going?????? ARE YOU KIDDING ME????? THAT lady??

And that was it. She was gone. She parked like an idiot and will never know it. How could I let her get away? I know one thing's for sure.....I have her license plate number and the make and model of her truck.....I'll be on the look out for that grandma!