LBJ Orders Pants

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Continuing on my love for LBJ, I found this video of him ordering pants.  Lol.  This sounds like my Grandpa. 
This has got to be one of the most intimate conversations I've ever heard out of a president, describing various body parts.  I like that LBJ knows exactly what he wants.  I've heard girls talk about clothes in about this much detail. 
The only thing that was sort of creeping me out is that they recorded this conversation.  Nixon was notorious for his phone conversations, but I didn't realize all president did that. 

Wrong Number

While taking a nap today, a phone call woke me up. I had called someone earlier in the day, so I thought it was probably them, until I looked at the number, and I realized it wasn’t.
"Hello?" I answered.
"GiGeeGee?" she asked.  I almost sighed.  I was trying to think of a way to tell her to stop calling that would actually work, because I've told her to stop calling for ages now and she still is doing this.  As I paused, she apologized and hung up. 
About a month ago, this woman began calling me. She always sounds confused, and I’ve explained to her (she’s called at least ten times) that I don’t know who she is.  I suspect she's an older woman with memory problems, because no amount of "stop calling this number" has worked so far. 
Last week she called me twice while I was at work, which makes me nervous. Most of the time people at work are cool, but what if I’m in a meeting? What if she does what she did last week, where she called me in quick succession?
So I just sent an email to my Mother asking how I can best block her phone number. Mostly, I want her to know what is happening since we’re on a family plan and someone calls her asking if she knows I've had to block someone's number I don't want her flipping out. 
I was reluctant to take any action until now because I was hoping this woman would stop calling or someone was taking care of her and make her stop. 

Gamer Girl

Today I was on the phone with this woman I met last week when I was out with Tori and Ashley.  She wanted to know if I would be available for an interview for a job.  Would I ever!
So everyone pray for me, because I'm going to need it.  I'm going to interview for a job at a game store.  (They mostly sell board games, though they also have puzzles and a few stuffed animals.)  It's on Monday, so in the meantime, I'm going to try to think of some good answers to common interview questions. 
Wish me luck!

Serial Caller

My little sister has a little girl that she likes to babysit.  My sister decided that we should take her out to see a movie. 
As we were driving there, my sister complained about how the parents had been bugging her about when they were going.  "I'm doing them a favor," she said.  "Don't give me a hard time about it." 
I'm surprised to hear this from her, since she usually says that she likes these people.
At the theater we ran into problems.  The parents informed us that this little girl should have lemonade, which meant that the theater didn't have any.  So we were forced to go with fruit punch.  The first thing that I thought was that she was going to spill on herself. 
It took her one sip. 
The little girl was mostly well-behaved.  She sat up a lot during the movie, she squirmed in her seat, but mostly was fine.
We took her home.  Her parents weren't there yet.  "Somehow, I knew that was going to happen," my sister said.  I had been thinking the same thing.  I often feel like these people are taking advantage of us.  We're always doing them favors and they're always treating us in shaky ways in return.
The other thing that surprised me was that they had gone to a shooting range.  For people who apparently can't afford to pay a babysitter, they have tons of money for impractical cars, a guitar and bullets.  I don't mind guns, but I don't trust these people so I don't want them to have a gun.
As we drove home, my sister told me about her friend Anna.  Anna's car broke down, so they sent it to the patriarch, and she made cookies and took the little girl to the zoo for the day. 
My sister complained about how often the matriarch calls my Mom.  It's excessive.  She's also what I would call a serial caller, which is someone who calls and calls and calls, all without stopping much inbetween individual calls.  It's a really irritating habit, especially if it's not an emergency.  (If it's an emergency, than it's acceptable.  Otherwise, stop.  If someone's not picking up, they probably have a legitimate reason or they aren't near the phone to know you're calling anyway.) 

"Your Pants Must Be Lonely"

Every once and a while, something happens and I think "Oh, well, isn't that advantageous." Tonight, my friend Paul pants-called me.
Paul and I go way back. We met when I was in kindergarten and he was in preschool. We didn't actually hit it off right away, but he's one of my oldest friends. He's really smart and fun to be around, and I'm glad that our little sisters and moms are close too.
Tonight, while texting my friend Mitch and working on a paper on Native American women, I got a random call. I recognized the area code, indicating it was someone from home. It became clear after the third "hello?" and the shuffling sounds that I had been called by either someone's pants or purse.
I kept listening and trying to figure out who it was. It seemed like it was a male voice and that there were women nearby. Anthony? I thought. Kevin? Both of them had my numbers. I hadn't spoken to Anthony since the Honors College ball and Kevin and I saw each other last night, when we watched the game together.
Finally, I heard "Your phone accidentally called Eliza!" and I knew. It was Nikki.
Nikki is Paul's little sister and one of my sister's friends. Unsurprisingly, my sister and her have been friends for ages. Nikki is over our house fairly frequently, sleeping over and watching movies and baking cookies and generally making trouble.
"Your pants must be lonely if they're calling me," I said. I don't know if I've ever made a sex joke to him, as I only recently got comfortable making them in quick succession and in front of men.
Paul laughed and apologized, and we asked how the other one was and whatnot. He and his sister went back home for the weekend, so they were in route to come back to school.
It's so weird, because I was thinking of asking Paul if he wanted to go see this band that's coming in a few weeks. It's a little pop-y of a band for him, but he's the kind that likes the occasional adventure. Plus, last summer, his Mom emailed me and begged me to hang out with him. I was surprised by the email since I didn't know that his Mom even had my email, and because Paul's always been well-adjusted (or at least as adjusted as anyone can be as a teenager) and because he's usually very upbeat. Unfortunately, Juicebox's birthday is the same night, and he's planning on having a dinner, so I can't go. I guess I could find another excuse to hang with Paul, but music is usually a good bet.
His Mom complains to me that he never hangs out with anyone except for the kids here at college who he knew in high school. Don't get me wrong, Paul's totally got friends, but he hasn't made any new ones. That's totally different from me, who purposely avoided most of the kids from high school (save maybe four of them) and made a ton of new friends. In fact, making new friends is one of my favorite things about college. When you meet someone and realize that they'd make a great friend, I always am excited for our future relationship.