The Quest

So, Tuesday night, Julie called me up and said "hey, can I come be a bum for a little while?" and of course I was fine with that, so she showed up, and "a little while" turned into the entire night cause she fell asleep. So, Wednesday "morning" when we all finally woke up, we realized that all three of us had an overweening desire for doughnuts. After ascertaining that A) no one would come and bring us doughnuts and B) we didn't really want to go all the way to Montgomery to get them, we finally gave in and got gas station doughnuts. Granted, they were sweet and tasty, and they filled us up, but, they really didn't satisfy that primal urge for Krispy Kreme.
Later that night, while we were sitting around at philosophy club, someone, I believe it was Kat, again brought up a desire for Krispy Kreme. Since everyone was about to head out anyway, and Evan and Alice expressed a similar desire, we made the decision to drive to Columbus to secure this prize. Now, Columbus is only about 30-45 minutes away, if you go the right way. Driving up 85 to the exit for 185 then driving back down 185 for about an hour is NOT the right way. A 30-45 minute trip quickly turned into almost two hours. Did I mention that I was sitting in the middle of the backseat, ie. the hump? We stopped at a gas station to get directions. The lady looked at us like we were crazy for asking for directions (we only later realized we were still an hour from Columbus) and wouldn't let us into the store because it was so late at night. After we FINALLY made it to Columbus, we got lost - twice. Now, these detours weren't entirely useless as during them we found both the S-Mart sign that we took pictures in front of for Julie, and the Cat Walk strip club - which we only avoided going to because Evan was demanding doughnuts.
So, after this long and arduous search, we finally spotted the holy grail, the blazing Krispy Kreme sign. We whipped into the parking lot, barely containing our glee, only to discover that it is not a 24 hour establishment. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! We gave brief consideration to waiting for it to open in 3 hours, such was our desire for the fluffy, sugary goodness, but in the end we decided that that was not feasible. So, we went next door and ate at Waffle House. Yes, that's right my friends - we took a 2 and a half hour trip, merely to eat at Waffle House.

OMW - Birthday Memories

My 21st birthday currently holds the place of "favourite" for me. Not because I was of "legal age" or any such thing, but rather because it was small, in a very special place, and with very good friends. I invited some of my then closest friends to come out to our favourite spot in the woods with me and roast hotdogs and marshmallows. Two of the girls had no clue what they were doing and I got to teach them how to cook pigs in blankets on a stick. One of the other girls was a very dear friend who declared that night that she was "adopting" me and we were now sisters. The closeness of friends huddled around a campfire in the early spring cold is a feeling I always love, and that particular time will always be treasured.

OMW - Value

So many things I could write about, the rocks I've picked up in my journeys through various countries, the pictures my siblings and other children I've babysat have drawn for me, the books on my shelf, my cat. But, the thing that sticks out most is the black glass bead bracelet on my wrist. I bought it from missionaries who were visiting our church two years ago, and it hasn't been off my person since. The beads were made from broken bottles that impoverished women in Africa collected and pounded up, poured into molds, and made into beads. It reminds me that nothing, and no one, is ever beyond redemption.(and that took a bit more than a minute, but oh well)

OMW Least Favourite Food

Tomatoes. I hate, abhor, even loathe them. Really, they are alien larvae, sent here by the blob masters to invade our brains through our stomache lining/blood stream and exercise mind control over the human race. One day, their masters will come and enslave all who have partaken of these vile berries.

So, thanks to Rhys, I've recently found The One-Minute Writer and am really enjoying it. Today's prompt was "write about one thing that makes you unique." This is what I replied:

I have my mother's uterus at home sitting in a jar on my shelf. If this is not unique, I really don't know what is. She had to have it removed a few years ago due to cysts, and I begged her to ask the doctor to save it for my "musuem." She asked, he did.