Beatrice and Logan

Lately, I've been amusing myself with the idea of naming my children horrendously "white" names- Beatrice and Logan. In reality, I am soooo obsessed with the name Logan. I'm in love with it. But I think that my child would have a major identity crisis if he bore that name. But still, I love how it rolls off the tongue! Hmm, maybe I could marry a Logan? I need a Logan in my life so I can say that name multiple times during the day, hahaha.

Oh, and I searched Facebook to see if there's such a thing as a black Logan. There isn't.

Oh, and to truly prove it, check out this article:
http://abcnews.go.com/2020/story?id=2470131&page=1

Logan makes the "Whitest Boy Names" List.

This post really doesn't make any sense. Then again, what does in life???

and you can just call me a "firestarter"

OK, so another little blip in my world. So I was put a frying pan on the burner and proceeded to turn the stovetop onto about 7. Let's just say that about 3-4 minutes later, I see HUGE flames. I mean, flames that are going to like, kill people. I was soooooo scared, I put it out with a towel. I tried to open up the windows in my apt, but it was too late. The smoke permeated throughout my apt and out into the hallway. And the fire alarm in the Taft went off. But don't worry, ppl! I made sure to run down the stairs and tell the firemen that it was my apt, and we went upstairs together and fumigated. But it was just a bit of a scare. And all of the residents had to go outside and wait. Eek.

Tears

I haven't exactly posted an extensive post lately, just cuz it's been a draining few weeks.

Today, I was on my way to pick up presents and go to church. Go to the library, the usual Sunday. Unfortunately, it didn't end up that way. On my way out of the parking lot, I was sitting at a red light, behind a huge white Chevy truck. The light turned green, and as I was about to put my foot on the accelerator, the Chevy went in reverse and slammed into my little green Jetta. My heart stopped.

I called the cops, etc, and it took him forever to come and do all of the paperwork. However, when the man was giving his story, HE LIED. I was so shocked and ticked off. I mean, I would seriously never lie about my fault in an accident, and he had the audacity to sit in front of me and LIE??? He basically said that he was going forward and *I* hit him. Right. Whatever. At least I didn't die and at least it can be fixed.

I was going to write more, but the disappointment of the day is kind of on my mind right now.