Cool Dat Dude

I found out today that Special K reads my blog. "You can stop talking about me now," she tells me. How does she read my blog without a computer?

She is still a small person with big debt. She claims her sister is a smaller person with bigger debt. What do you say E McPan?

We treated some evacuees in our clinic today. One man was initially in the Astrodome and decided to come to Chattanooga. I asked him how he decided on that and he said they had representatives from different cities offering transportation to their towns. He had never been here, but liked what the representative said about the place. So here he is. Wow. Most of the evacuees I've talked with do not want to go back.

I have found the Red Cross efforts extremely unorganized. The left hand does NOT know what the right is doing. . . Can anyone say FEMA?

This weekend I'm going to a girl's weekend away to Atlanta. The "girls" consist of all the moms from our playgroup. Twenty four whole hours of shopping, dining, and sleeping. Heaven. Lucky for me it will be on my birthday, so I can really have fun. Maybe I'll drink an entire Margarita, or sleep in until 8:00. I might take a 15 minute shower!

Special K and I went to Wal Mart today. She has decided the Wal Mart near my house is the best in town. I ROCK! Cool dat dude! That's the Bomb! Too bad I can't talk about her anymore. She's much more interesting than me.

Gee your skin is pretty

We have a lot of evacuees in our city. So I went to Red Cross to volunteer and had to go to a short class about "How to be a Volunteer." During the class the frazzled Volunteer Coordinator told us no less than three times that "These are not REFUGEES, these are EVACUEES!! They're one of us! The word refugee means someone from another country. These are AMERICANS!!!" Several people in the class started nodding and saying "Amen!" under their breath. Was anyone arguing with her? Did we walk in the class loudly discussing the "state of the refugees. . . "?? Anyway, small point, but it had to be made.

We have two shelters right now with about 150 people between them and loads and loads of people scattered in homes/hotels throughout the city. I really like my new office because the people in it are WONDERFUL. The owner is a Nurse Practitioner and she came up with the idea to have evacuees come to our office for medical care. She even worked out transportation with buses from her son's school. Needless to say, the Red Cross is thrilled. They're thinking about 300 more evacuees will be flown in soon, but it's just a rumor.

And on to other news. . .

Special K has left the building. She moved out two days ago and is in her new apartment with her new roommate, bed, couch and an assortment of other furnishings. Here is a list of things I discovered about her during her stay.

1. If she could choose any food to sustain her for the rest of her life it would consist of cereal, bananas, powdered donuts, honey buns, and tea.
2. She is the world's biggest slob (but swears she will keep the shared space in her apartment neat).
3. She is addicted to the internet (and doesn't own a computer).
4. She know her GAP.
5. She often talks like an '80's Valley Girl who just took a hit of amphetimines (i.e. I can't understand her and when I do I don't know what some words mean).
6. She is a very little person with very big debt.

The End.

Now she is living across town and will come visit periodically, I guess. Toddler asked about her today, so I think we'll have to visit her soon. Her roommate is African American, and when Toddler met him she walked up to him and said "Ohhhh! Your skin is so PRETTY!!" He smiled benignly and said "Thanks. Your eyes are so blue!" She looked at him knowingly and said "I know. . . " Oh, what to do?