Strange Days... and Adventures in Babysitting

So, I totally forgot to include this really strange and revealing incident that happened a couple weeks ago. After Institute, I stopped at the gas station right by my house to pick up some Gobstoppers, because, well, everyone needs some Gobstoppers. I ran in, bought my much-loved hard candy, and when I came back to my car, I realized I had locked my keys in... and my car was running!!! After a couple seconds of open-mouthed staring at my door handle, I go back inside and ask to use the phone. When queried on the exact purpose of the use of the telephone, I proceeded to explain my predicament. The employee was very understanding (after a good laugh on everyone's part), and decided that he would help me out of my jam. He tried unlocking my door with one of those hook thingies, but with lots of cursing and a couple cigarettes, couldn't get it opened. He let me use his cell phone (it was cold, and I only had a jean jacket on, so why the use of the phone indoors was prohibited is still beyond me) to call my roommate, we'll call her An-chilada, who was, in fact, in Candler. For those of you who don't know, Candler is about a 20-30 minute drive from where my extremely inconvenient plight is taking place. She says she's on her way, so the afore mentioned helpful (if not foul-mouthed) employee proceed to spend the hour together, discussing various job experiences, marital preferences, high school incidents, and vasectomies. Yes, vasectomies. And he's getting one to stop the spreading of his genes onto the rising generation. Finally, An-chilada arrives with the golden key, and all's well that end's well. Okay, so not exactly. I spent an hour of my precious time with my high school boyfriend. I've known him for approximately 10 years, and we've been on speaking terms... about 1 year and 1 hour of that decade. Isn't it funny how sometimes people will come back into our lives? And especially at the most awkward times.
Baby sitting news: I work for some of the coolest people!!! Two such people are the ladies I nanny for. Another is a candle maker, so it's always fun to go to her house and smell everything. I got an AWESOME candle that smells just like leather!!! I bought one for my dad, too, because he's just... it just reminds me of him, so that's why I bought one for myself, too. I'm sure he doesn't need a reminder of himself, but I'm sure he'll enjoy it. I'm so not a good daughter. I love my parents very much, but it's been hard for me to tell them, to accept their help, or even to ask for it. They have raised a good person, and I know that if it weren't for them, I would have no manners, no sense of self, no good example of womanhood, and no man in my life that would be able to help me in all the ways that he has. I love my family, and I know that I don't show it as much as I should. I tell them I love them, and I mean it, but I know that I need to do more to SHOW them my love and appreciation for their... being my family. I know that I was put with these people for many reasons; to learn, to grow, and to be an example.