We’ll start with before the trip to Florida. My baby sister is a huge Pearl Jam fan, at least, she was when they were the thing. She said that she’s kinda on the fence now between going to school and becoming a nurse, or becoming an English teacher. One of her last shifts, she was waiting on a woman, and told her she looked very familiar. Turns out it was her 8th grade English teacher, who remembered Angie because all her creative writing papers would somehow involved Pearl Jam or Seattle. The teacher’s new husband told Ang that there was a Pearl Jam cd in the car player right then. 
Now, to scoot a day forward, to me and my mom and the kids picking up the van here in Texas: the leasing agent wasn’t aware that the rental was going out of state, but since it was under the mileage, it got passed. He had to call his manager since they don’t normally let the rentals go that far out of state. We were talking about where I was going, and he had mentioned that another coworker had been in Pensacola recently, and didn’t bring him a fridge magnet. I told him I would. And yes, I remembered at the fill up there in Pensacola to get a cheesy magnet for him.
Now we’re at the spot Julie should be aware of. The house we’re looking at is a 2500 sq ft, about 50 years old. It appears to have once been the preacher’s quarters at the Presbyterian church, since it’s on the property. Directly across the street is Richardson High School, up the block from that is the Junior High, and a few blocks from that is the Elementary.
These are the magnet schools, so it would put the kids in the better schools. (Cue happy dance.) I’m online the night before last looking up Richardson Texas, trying to get info on the utilities and libraries and such, and hit the wikipedia site. I stumble over to the Richardson High School page, since I could spit and hit the school…maybe I should show you this part:
Richardson High School wikipage
So I kinda freak. I’m thinking, this is the school my daughter will be in? Can I handle this? I call Ang and tell her, and she’s morbidly impressed, considering what a fan she was/is. Now, go back and read which class he was in at the time.
We talked it over, and decided to go look at the house, since I still had the van, and I would look all impressive to the leasing agent 
. We decide to put in the application. It seems like a very safe neighborhood, with all the churches (there are two more to the east of the Presbyterian one), and due to all the schools, that would prevent sex offenders from legally living that close. The only thing my sister pointed out would be how odd the witch and the lesbians would seem in the church parking lot. No pride flags in our yard, huh?
Yesterday morning, Ang and I return the van, and bring the cutie at the desk his fridge magnet. He was so happy! He told his coworkers not to tease him about it when we left, and then gave me his car for a free upgrade on my next rental. (My boss said he was trying to get a piece, but I really think he was just tickled that someone had considered him. We all like making an impact on others.)
The cute Enterprise agent’s name was Jeremy.
The End
Or is it?
My ass got shoved back in the hospital yesterday. Only for overnight, while they drained me of about nine pounds of fluid, and topped me off with two bags of blood. After I finally got up to my room, my nurse was a freaking hunk. I even told him he smelled nice. So he goes over what we’re doing for treatment, and then I stopped him with – Um, what did you say your name was? The next line out of my mouth was No fucking way! I tried to grab the phone to call my sister, even though I had a blood pressure cuff on one arm going off, and the iv in the other. Jeremy the hunky nurse just looked at me like I was seriously short of oxygen to the brain.
