The case of the Missing Print Cartridges

Something spooky is going on around here! Earlier this week, I realized that the cartridges on the computer printer were out of ink. It was kind of an inconvience to go without them all week, but you do what you can. Yesterday morning, I had to run some errands including replacing the print cartridges. Since I'm in school, it's really important that I print assignments and notes before they are replaced by this coming week's current ones. I deceided the best thing to do would be just to get the cartridges and take them with me. That way, I would be sure not to get the wrong ones. I opened the printer, and they were gone! I stared at it for like fifteen minutes, hoping they would somehow magically reappear. The results were still the same. I am 150% sure I never touched them. My mother was 150% sure she never touched them. So the question is, who did? Although that is a serious accusation to make, I think I know who did. Those who know me really well are probably guessing the same as well. Tonight, I finally replaced them and went back to put them in. The old print cartridges were back in! I stared for another fifteen minutes, only this time because I was in shock. They were back in! The only explanation I could think of was this person came back into the house while my mother and I were out to put them back in. But why? And out of everything in the house, the print cartridges? I just couldn't help but laugh. I'm thinking about taking the old ones along with a note and leaving them on the doorstep next door with a note. '' If you wanted these cartridges to recycle them, you could have just asked. I would have given them to you. There are definitely some interesting characters around here, but they help make life interesting.

Getting Older

I am starting to feel the subtle vibe that I am out of the loop. I am suspicious that this is due to the fact that I'm getting older. This feeling began a few weeks at my work when a little boy and his mom came in the store. He was absoluely cute as a button, and I just wanted to reach down and pinch his cheeks ( geez, maybe I am getting old) Did I actually just type pinch his cheeks? Anyway, he needed a New King James Bible for school, so I took him over to the Bible wall to pick one out. He told me he is going to Alabama Christian Academy and will be in the second grade. I told him that I myself had gone to ACA in the second grade, and I remembered his teacher. She worked there when I was in school.I just stood there with this big smile on my face quite pleased with myself for being able to identify with him. The kid just stood there with his mouth hanging open and after a long pause said, And she still works there . He looked shocked, and, I suddenly remembered that to a little kid, I must look ancient at the ripe age of 23. The only one having a harder time was the boy's mother, whose face turned bright red and suddenly remembered an urgent appointment she had to run too. Am I suprised that the woman is still there and has not retired, well, maybe, but it's still the principle of the thing. Who am I really kidding, of coarse to an 7 year old, I look ancient. I'm old enough to be the kid's mother!

College

I have been though an interesting transition this past week. Somehow, in the last few days, I have metamophed from a working career woman to a working career woman/college student. College student - the words still sound strange rolling off my tongue. I am completely estatic about this new bend in the road, and the only suprise has been how easily I have slipped in to this new role. It's been like slipping on cashmere, winter coat. As you wrap the soft smoothness of the fabric around you, you can't help but think that it feels so perfect and right. That you were born to wear this coat ; that this coat had just been waiting on that cluttered rack for you to arrive and find it. Starting college has felt so perfect and right. I feel like I have finally found something that fits me like a glove. I am so excited about progressing toward a degree in communications at Moody. After four years and several dead ends, I feel that I am embarking on the beginning of a journey toward what I was born to do.