Dr. Pepper vs Dr Pepper

Yesterday, I received a little flak for putting the period after the "Dr" in "Dr Pepper". This morning, I decided to do a little research to figure out if there was some odd chance that I was correct in including the period. Turns out that if I were writing this blog 70 years ago, I would have been.

From Wikipedia: The period (fullstop) after "Dr" was discarded for stylistic and legibility reasons in the 1950s. Dr Pepper's logo was redesigned and the text in this new logo was slanted. The period made "Dr." look like "Di:". After some debate, the period was removed for good (it had been used off and on in previous logos), as it would also help remove any medical connotation with the product.

So, I'm just a little behind in my times. I will try my utmost to not make this mistake again.

Dr. Pepper after Dark

Last night I had a diet Dr. Pepper in the evening and then it took me forever to go to sleep. True, it could possibly be because I slept late yesterday and had a fairly lazy day, but I'm certain that the caffeine late at night is not a wise decision.

Something did, however, lead to a VERY weird dream. (Could have been the caffeine, could have been the pepperoni rolls, could have been the mani/pedi, who knows.) I've started thinking about what my next living arrangement step is going to be and have been looking at lofts to purchase, or at least pictures of available lofts. Last night I dreamt of viewing one of these lofts and really liking it and then my aunt Janice (who has never been in a dream, that I recall) appears as the person who is selling the loft and starts taking me around to look at all of it, which is REALLY HUGE (3 stories...again, in a loft?), but totally falling apart. We then go walking out in the backyard (and tell me what loft has a backyard?) and she keeps pointing out things to me, like the basketball court and the extra room that comes with 15 dogs and a roommate, who is a nurse...go figure.

I wake up all of a sudden because there is a really loud noise in my room and it takes me a minute to figure out what it is, then realize that it is my fan (yes, it is winter, I sleep under four quilts, and still have a fan on...more for the white noise than anything), so I turn the fan off, take another Rolaids, crawl back in bed and make a mental note: "What a weird dream, I need to try and blog about it in the morning."

Flashback Friday - A Couple Days Late

I knew I had a picture where I was wearing the very groovy white pleather boots (as mentioned in the Queen's Flashback a couple of weeks ago)!!

McDonald's @ San Antonio Airport

I know, probably not the healthiest option, but it is what I landed on. First. My flight back to Dallas is delayed, which doesn't thrill me, but it isn't something that I can get myself worked up about. Instead, I'll just sit and relax and enjoy mt fries...

Now on to the real story. I'm at te counter and order my meal and then sorta zone out while I wait for my food. In the meantime this guy comes up next to me and I guess he has been there more than once because the server dude turns around and pulls out a coffee cup to get him some coffee. Well, the guy next to yells a the kid to stop and go wash his hands before getting his coffe. He then turns to me and says "he just sneezed right into his hands". So server kid goes and washes his hands and I'm eyeing my soda wondering nasty germs are all over it, but also thinking 'eh, what doesn't kill me only makes me stronger'. Server kid then comes back from washing his hands and makes me a fresh soda, then reaches for the same coffee cup for the other guy...well that totally sets the guy off, which I sorta get... But I'm thinking, really? Are't you more concerned with the fact that he was handeling money right before making the drinks?

Ah well, if I come down with some horrid disease, have the CDC and the doctos from House check out the poor kid getting paid peanuts at the airport McDonalds....