I went to the Carnegie Science Center today with Vince and Kristy. That was fun. Hence the massive amount of pictures with this entry. It was a fun day... with the exception of having really sore feet right now. Also had an interesting conversation via text which I will relay later.
First.... the pictures.
 
Vince and Kristy building an Earthquake model thing. You build something, turn the button on, the table shakes, you see if your thing holds up. It's cool... and Vince liked to play with blocks when he was little so he wanted to try. 
Kristy had to help him put the thing together cause it's apparently too complicated lol
 
Waterlight table showing how rippels go affect water currents or something. I just though it was really trippy and cool looking.
 
Yes I know I'm a nerd.
 
There's this thing where you map out a bunch of dots and a big robot arm puts the points on the grid thing by picking up little balls. Vince was mad because I wouldn't let him draw a penis.
  
He also got a little huffy because he couldn't figure out the maze thing. Vince was made of fail... Kristy and I both got it. We're made of Win and Awesome.
Soooo that conversation that I was talking about?
I've been getting extreamly annoyed at the blocked calls that my phone has been recieving the past few months. It's just kind of getting on my nerves. It's one of two people doing it. The creeper Andrew from work, seeing as Berta, Ron, myself, and Kristy have been getting the calls. And they started to increase in frequency when we hung out without Andrew. Or it's Pete.
I'm normaly not one to start a conflict. My favorite piece of advice that I've ever heard (and yes I know this is from Disney's Aristocats) is...
"Ladies don't start fights, but they can finish them!"
So it finaly took my mother saying that I should change my number to get me off my ass to say something about it. I don't want to change my number. It's a pain in the ass and I shouldn't have to. I just want to be able to talk rationaly to whomever is doing it and get them to stop. Or beat them about the face and other sensitive body parts untill they stop twitching. Whichever comes fits.
Anyway I sent a text to both Andrew and Pete. Andrew gave the typical "I don't know what you're talking about. *looks around all shifty like* response.
I think it's him. But that's not important right now. Pete answered me... this is that conversation... by the way I'm sorry if his text looks weird gramaticaly. He's not very good at texting and i cleaned it up as best I could. Some of it you still have to interpret though.
Me: Okay so someone is being really creepy and calling me from a blocked ID and not saying anything. I don't want to say it's you but if it is please stop it. I'm about to change my number it's getting that bad. If you want to talk to me just say something.
Pete:I have never blocked my number and never will. How are the two of you doing?
After a few minutes of a mini freak out because he actualy grew a set of... what did Kristy call them? Oh yes... dangely man parts, I answered him.
Me:We're fine except she keeps pinching my siatic nerve. The dr says she's healthy and growing fine.
Me: Oh it's a girl by the way. Found out in Febuary.
Pete:I figured that out when you said she is pinching your nerve
Me: I figured you would after I sent that last one lol but I'm starting to get more absent minded. It happens. It's kind of like she's eating my short term memory.
Pete: Well that is not a good thing
Me: It happens with the last couple of months. I'm due July 4th so it makes sense. I just put more reminders in my calender lol
Pete: Oka at least you're working around it. I would not be suprised that you started writing it down on the back of your hand
Me: Well yeah. The only real pain in the ass has been the nerve thing... Sometimes my leg is just like "Ummmm.... no. P.S. I kind of HURT alot" and gives out on me. Usually only last a little while though. If you want I can send you her picture. I have it in my phone.
Pete: Not right now. It's good to hear that your doing okay.
Me:I'm kind of suprised that you asked how we were. It's nice that you asked.
And that's the end of it. It was nice that he asked. It made me feel slightly less "I might laugh a little if his penis were to happen to spontaneously combust right before he got hit by a bus." about him.
I don't know what to do about that boy... but at least I know he has a soul somewhere in there. Albeit a stupid one.
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he's a douche for not wanting his own daughter's picture. But nice for caring.
