tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77151291901640871182011-09-08T02:44:07.696-05:00clairefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13618895155555840332noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715129190164087118.post-50196401792468876772009-08-13T16:20:00.003-05:002009-08-13T17:15:34.568-05:00

...and I mean that in more ways than one. Quite a lot has been going on with me over the past few months. I quit my job, left Eufaula (cue the choir), and moved back home, to Houston. So I'm kinda back to where I started when this blog began, unemployed and living in a strange city. Funny how life works out, huh? Technically I've called this city 'home' for over a decade, but the last half of

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Today my boss was rushing in the office because she had to head up to the local High School for a presentation. On her way out she mentioned that she was going to have to take her gun out of her car because she didn't think weapons were allowed on campus.I don't think she was joking...

clairefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13618895155555840332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715129190164087118.post-79192821434809564722009-01-28T16:20:00.002-06:002009-01-28T16:29:03.510-06:00

Me: Did you hear about the woman in California who gave birth to Octuplets this week? Can you imagine having 8 babies??Anonymous Co-worker: Wow that's a lot of kids. If she had that many again she would have 19! That's enough for a football team.Me: uhhhAC: Wait...not 19...18...er...17. Well that's still enough for a baseball of football team.Me: *smile & nod*He almost had it. At least he has his

clairefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13618895155555840332noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715129190164087118.post-58832605723624127362008-12-20T21:52:00.008-06:002008-12-20T23:09:17.046-06:00

This is my desk at work. Notice anything odd about it? No? How about now? For those of you who are horticulturally challenged the green stuff that is precariously hanging above my desk is Mistletoe. I didn't notice it at first because there was also a cluster scotch taped to the doorway leading into the office. I can only assume that this was done in an attempt to throw me off and keep my

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You know the saying "Stranger things have happened"? That saying does not apply to anything that happens within the city limits of Eufaula, AL.Today I saw something that I will never forget, and probably never see again.I had just left work and was driving to pick Nick up for lunch. To get to the main highway from my work I have to drive through a very residential area for a few miles. Many of

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One of the things that is just inherently different about this town than other (larger) towns is that everyone takes an hour lunch break. And I mean everyone. Between 11am and noon the entire town just shuts down while people take their lunch break. I was even told by a mechanic once to NOT bring my car in from 11-noon because no one would be there. Well, since everyone else leaves for lunch,

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You know what REALLY grinds my gears?Littering. And Holy Mother of Jesus people do it around here a lot. I didn't notice it at first because you almost never see someone litter, you just see the repercussion of it along the side of the road. The littering pandemic in Eufaula was brought to my attention about 2 weeks ago. It was a Friday and I had just turned off the main Highway and was heading

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Dear Heather,In the future, I would appreciate it if you would use some common sense discretion when faxing my shot history for the Gardasil Immunization to my work office. For example, "Claire's Gardasil Shot History" is probably a more appropriate title for the cover letter than "Claire's HPV Report".Especially when it is my manager who is receiving the fax. Thanks,Claire

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"Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong."My first experience with Murphy's Law happened about 3 years ago. I was at a friend's lake house for the 4th of July. Now this was not one of those lake houses that your rich friend takes you to and you think "Holy hell this house costs more than my real house". This was an 800 sq. foot cabin on the lake with no shower, no television and no A/C. So

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Two old ladies in the bathroomGranny #1: "...and then after that she is going to bring out some of her Santa Claus dolls for us to look at. She invited you to come doesn't that sound like fun?!?!?"Granny #2: "Oh yes! Do you think I look alright?" *Granny Numero Dos is wearing a festive Halloween "holiday" sweater*Granny #1: "Oh of course, you will be the cutest one there!"Granny #2: "Are you sure

clairefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13618895155555840332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715129190164087118.post-90486648614269516072008-10-06T09:35:00.019-05:002008-10-06T15:18:57.388-05:00

Since the wonderful apartment complex that I live in doesn't provide a washer and/or dryer so I am forced to visit The Laundromat once a week. Now, I am no stranger to not having a laundry machine. Freshman year, when I lived in the dorms on campus, I had to drag my laundry all the way down to the basement to use the washing machines. Of course, this laundry room was in a state-of-the-art dorm,

clairefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13618895155555840332noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715129190164087118.post-43961310595200383942008-09-29T08:59:00.012-05:002008-09-29T14:49:37.755-05:00

There are two ways to pronounce Eufaula. 1. The "You're not from around here" version: Eufaula- (You-fall-ah)2. The local "Eufaulian" version" Eufaula- (Yew-fawl-eh)The people that I interact with during the week tend to fall into the second category and consequently will be mention frequently. These are the Eufaula Players...1. "Miss" Terri: Only in the South will you find a grown, married woman

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Being Unemployed and forced to spend 8 hours a day, 5 days a week in a small town with absolutely no form of entertainment forces one to become quite creative (don't confuse"creative" with "desperate"). Fortunately, I have found a few places where I can hang out and pass the time. The following places are the only things that keep me from finding a remote, shaded place where I can park my car

clairefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13618895155555840332noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715129190164087118.post-48330092744925646072008-09-24T09:20:00.006-05:002008-09-24T10:21:45.854-05:00

Here's everything you need to know about me...I come from a family of scientists. My parents are the two smartest people I have ever met, my sister is a rocket scientist and my brother is pursuing a degree in microbiology (or something along those lines). And then there's me, a social butterfly with a degree in the largest major (Government), from the largest school (Liberal Arts), from the

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