Poor Corolla...

So my poor Corolla, whom I've never officially named, is just having a week of sorts.

The week started with the minor collision which gave her a bruised (not broken!) nose and a scratch. Then I worked her hard and drove her home for mother's day weekend, yet rewarded her with a spa day (oil change, tires balanced and rotated, emissions check, full cleaning inside and out). But then after her spa day, she got lots of holes drilled into her (piercings) to make sure her new speakers don't bump around. All to drive her back here to Raleigh where on the way she got tired and started acting up. Then today, almost an exact week after her collision, I go and look and she lost a hubcap! So sad!

For those of you who don't know, I have awful luck with cars and hubcaps. My last car, Nessie the Neon, went through about 4 or 5 sets of hubcaps. She hated them but we tried everything from repainting the wheels to superglue to keep them on her. But at least once every other month or so, she'd shoot one off somewhere most likely on 695. Nessie was a wild girl who liked to be naked I guess. Crazy girl.

Nessie also had other issues from respiratory issues (air conditioner was broke), to a bum back door, to belt issues, and more, but she was my girl. That is until we sold her and she got a sex change. Don't ask. But now my Corolla, my poor, precious, beautiful Corolla that has fantastic gas mileage, a HUGE truck (ba donk a donk), an awesome air conditioner, new speakers, and whom I love even though she is nameless, is starting to go down the path of self-destruction Nessie went through before we sold her.

Hang in there Corolla, you're awesome, you rock, you're amazing, and I NEED you! I'll find you some new shoes that you might like better, as long as you *promise* not to knock them off again! So be good and hang in there! :-)

Torandos. Not so cool.

Okay, so I was pumped about the thunderstorms. That was until they got really strong and started making funnel clouds and tornadoes, which there apparently is a big difference according to the weatherman, but they both make scary noises, strong winds, and do damage, so to me they are the same. Well maybe not exactly the same, one phenomenon has movies about it, the other doesn't, but still, you get my point.

So anyway, tornadoes and funnel clouds in the area caused the campus security system, MC Alert, to go into full swing and make all people on-campus take cover in a hallway. The siren sounded and next thing I knew a hundred voices were outside my door and the entire building was sitting in the hallway. Most brought laptops or something to occupy the time, others just talked, but it was still an interesting site. There are some pictures below.




But all in all, MereCo is safe, the girls are safe, I am safe. Word is still out on the rest of the area, but I'm sure all is well.

What a day.

Thunderstorms :-)

I love thunderstorms. I've been waiting for one for weeks.

What a great end to a roller coaster Cinco de Mayo.

My plants seem to love the thunderstorms too.

Manic Monday

What a day. We had the good, the bad, and the ugly. Well, maybe not the ugly, but at least the good and bad.

I'll start with the good-- my Capstone. My capstone is the culmination of everything I've done this year in presentation form. In this case, a powerpoint in front of the President, Vice President, and a few select awesome MereCo staff. I wasn't really worried about it, there was no way it could hurt or help my standing here, but was more to celebrate the accomplishments of the last 8 months. It went REALLY well. Everyone was supported and the administration was glad to hear what we've done in the office this year. I only had one question throw me off guard (about Facebook) but I answered it the best I could and afterwards Sam told me I gave a very professional and correct answer, so that made me feel good.

The bad... a fender-bender. Ugh. Stupid Wade Avenue, I'll be glad when I never have to drive on it again. I was behind some girl turning onto Wade from the beltline and she started to go, so I let up on my brake, and next thing you know, WHAM. She had slammed on her brakes, deciding not to go, and I hit her. Smack dab into her bumper. Lovely. Gotta love the law and how it's immediately my fault, and now I must pay. The damage was so light, but knowing a mechanic it will be expensive, and now the chick is going to a chiropractor. I didn't even touch the gas. Ugh. What a miserable end to an otherwise good day.

I'm going to go decompress in front of the tv now.