The merry month of May. Usually by this time of year, the weather is blazing hot in sunny, windswept Oklahoma. But not lately. We had three tornados on Monday and an entire week of rain and cloud weather. Who's complaining? Not me. Rain or shine, summer just brings a smile to my face. It's the freedom to stay up til 3 a.m. and wake up at noon the next day that really puts me in a good mood, though.
Do you ever have moments in your life when you feel like a character out of a movie? Last night I walked in on my aunt and her boyfriend making out on the couch, and as if the fact that I interrupted their cuddle session weren't awkward enough, they're both in their late forties, which made for an odd situation of role reversal. I felt like a parent who just walked in on a pair of teenagers. Given my aunt's apartment is so tiny (and the situation would've been even more awkward had I stayed) I lied and said I was going to visit some friends at OCU. After some driving around, I ended up parked in front of the apartment, listening to music and waiting for Mr. Online-Dating-Service to leave. I felt like Shia LaBeouf in "Disturbia," which, ironically enough, I watched earlier that day.
My cousin is graduating high school, so I'm driving back to my hometown next week with my sister. We're gonna stay for about a week, which will give me time to catch up with everyone and revisit the people I haven't seen in over a year. I feel somewhat bad for not going back to my hometown more often, especially over breaks during the school year when I had all the time in the world to do so. It's four hours away from Oklahoma City, but I never made the effort to drive out there. Well the time has come to make the seven-hour drive from Joplin, MO (where my sister lives) to the Panhandle of Oklahoma. Straight across the state.
I dislike social security offices. I hate the fact that you have to arrive early, before the office opens, secure a good spot in an already long line, wait for the doors to open, then wait some more in a crowded waiting room full of pamphlets and crying babies and coughing. I went this morning to apply for a new social security card, and thankfully it only took a grand total of three minutes once my number was called. I came prepared, armed with my passport, birth certificate, driver's license, and any other form of credible ID I could find so as to minimize complications. But no need. "Just answer a couple of questions, and I'll record your responses for security purposes." In and out. Simple. My new card should arrive in about a week.
My cousin and I have been watching Maury a lot lately. I remember the days when Maury was an actual talk show and not just a three-ring paternity testing circus. A girl from my hometown went on the show, to (get this) find out if her baby daddy was actually the father of her child. I bet the free trip to L.A., hotel accomidations, and $1,000 spending money more than made up for the embarrassment of making a fool out of yourself on national television. But who am I to judge.
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