Oh, you think my skirt is too short? That's too bad...
You say its makes you uncomfortable? I bet.
I'm modest enough for it to come two inches past my fingertips. It's not my fault I have really short arms.
Today is admin day.
I'm an admin so it's MY day.
I'm wearing the short skirt.
You've been warned.
Have a great Wednesday everyone!!!!
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Friday, March 20, 2009
Casual, Yet Cool Friday
Only the cool kids wear blazers and jeans on Fridays...
Yep... It's how we roll.
Yep... It's how we roll.Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Odd Correlations and Quotation Overload
This post is a bit awkward… just bear with me if you can.
Driving home yesterday after work I saw a man totally flipping out in the car in front of me. His arms were flailing everywhere and he seemed to be more in the passenger seat than the driver’s (I’m sure he would have wound up in the backseat if it weren’t for the seatbelt - safety first). The lines of the road meant nothing to him as he weaved the entire expanse of the interstate. I knew exactly how he felt. If I had met this guy 1-4 years ago, in a bar, he would have been my next poor decision. As it is, I just shook my head and attempted to get past him without wrecking. I slightly succeeded.
And speaking of DBs, my friend at work told me that he didn’t like my shirt because I look like a waitress at the Sizzler. All I know is that a waitress at the Sizzler will probably have a job longer than I do (especially if I lived in Japan).
Driving home yesterday after work I saw a man totally flipping out in the car in front of me. His arms were flailing everywhere and he seemed to be more in the passenger seat than the driver’s (I’m sure he would have wound up in the backseat if it weren’t for the seatbelt - safety first). The lines of the road meant nothing to him as he weaved the entire expanse of the interstate. I knew exactly how he felt. If I had met this guy 1-4 years ago, in a bar, he would have been my next poor decision. As it is, I just shook my head and attempted to get past him without wrecking. I slightly succeeded.
Speaking of poor decisions, I was engaged to this boy for a while a couple of years ago. He had a friend named Brett and Brett had a girlfriend named Lisa (they live in North Carolina so I it took a while for me to meet them). Poor decision told me I’d love Brett because he was awesome (I doubted this because none of Poor Decisions friends were what I’d describe as “awesome”, and he told me that I’d love Lisa because she read a lot. Hm.
Let me just say that I might have had to go through all that hell with Poor Decision, just so I could meet these people. They really are wonderful. Now they are getting ready to move to the West Coast and I’m afraid that I will never see them again because it has been hard enough to make the trip to NC. But they are moving farther away from me soon, so I am planning a trip to Raleigh to see them at the end of the month. The three of us have so much to catch up on! One topic of conversation will definitely be the girl who Facebook stalked me to get my number so she could get Brett’s number. She has been calling me almost every day. I haven’t answered because I’m more than slightly afraid of her. And for the record, Lisa and I rarely talk about books (unless one of us finds a particularly good trashy romance novel). There just isn’t enough time after our politically/socially/mentally incorrect conversations.
I fear I might miss them more than I already do. Thank the gods for e-mail!
I fear I might miss them more than I already do. Thank the gods for e-mail!
I don’t consider myself a religious person (spiritual, absolutely). However, if you were to ask me what religion I am I always say Catholic (how I was raised) but I never go to church (unless it’s for confession, because I’m one of those people who want a safety net… just in case) and when I pray it’s to a different kind of god than what I grew up with, and Jesus very rarely gets a shot out from me. So no, I’m probably not Catholic anymore. I don’t really know what I am… But I do know that when I happen to see anyone that has passed (or is passing) from this life into the great beyond (and yes, this does include animals) I always make the sign of the cross. And it’s not habit, because each time I really, really mean it. So what am I???
I’m gearing up for a girls week with JMS (oh yes, there will be mani/pedis, makeup and champagne)! I’m going to go hiking on Saturday so that she will have plenty of time to (mentally) prepare for my arrival. I have noticed that though I have several dear friends that say they’d do anything for me, anything means anything other than hiking. It isn’t safe to go into the woods alone, but I think I might just have to be rebellious (and stupid) and go by myself. I need to commune with nature, and I need to do it soon!
My friend, Marida is coming to town this weekend- I might be able to talk her into a moderate hike, but she might want to see her DB- oops! (Mother told me not to call him a douche bag because those actually serve some purpose)boyfriend instead. Blech.
And speaking of DBs, my friend at work told me that he didn’t like my shirt because I look like a waitress at the Sizzler. All I know is that a waitress at the Sizzler will probably have a job longer than I do (especially if I lived in Japan).
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
On My Mind
You know it's busy at work when you work 15 steps from your BFF and you still interoffice a crossword to her, and get in return an interofficed book she borrowed.
Yesterday was the Quarterly Meeting for our company. The first one is informative and interesting. There are three meetings. I have to sit through all of them. I read a lot yesterday.
My sister gave me a book about ten or so years ago called Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe.
I started reading it again yesterday and it is as heartbreaking as I remember. But Achebe is such an amazing writer and just go with it. If you haven't read it, I highly suggest it- in fact, I highly recommend anything by him.
Mother is a ninja. I dropped her off at the market the other day and followed her in fairly quickly. She was on aisle 7 when I entered the store. This wouldn't seem that odd, she might have gone straight to 7, but I know Mother- she must go down every single row of goods.
How did she get there so quickly?
When I found her on 7, she was walking away from me, so I waited at the end, running back and forth between the aisles so that whichever one she came down I would be at. I didn't see her at either... 2 seconds later she was coming out of the beer section which is 5 lanes down and on the other side of the store. I would have had to see her if she ended there! I asked her if she was Crouching Tiger or Hidden Dragon. She said she was Awesome Shopper.
I want to rent a video tonight, but I don't know which one to get. Any suggestions?
(Nothing serious! Give me scary or comical)
Stepfather and Mother were having sexual innuendo night... at the dinner table. I thought I was going to boot. I might have. I'm trying to block the evening out of my head.
Sister Raina was in town last night and brought her fiddle along for the ride. She plays fiddle and upright bass. Her fiance plays banjo and guitar. If could do all of them at the same time they'd be the coolest band ever!
*She taught me how to play a couple of chords and for some reason the A# hates me. I don't know why. I never did anything to it!
Vicki called me last night. Why I love her: We had a thirty minute conversation and managed to talk about the following (and in enough detail we both felt better afterwards):
1. Her wedding (dress, wine, other bride maids and shower)
2. Her office drama
3. My office drama
4. Rizzo's birthday
5. Subsequently, a boy (if you used to read my old blog, you can probably figure out who it was)
6. The Bachelor
7. Her plans for the night
8. My not plans for the night
Kindred, we are...
Mother just called my cell- after I answered she said "Oh! I meant to call the other one!"
Ten seconds later she called my office line. "Mother, it's still me..." "Oh... How are you honey?"
It's a good thing we talked though- she was on her way to pick up jumper cables for a young man's car that had stalled out on her road. I told her that under no circumstances should she go back by herself- take the dog or Stepfather! "Oh, it's okay, it's Blake (my ex-husband's cousin). Well, great then.
Is this how my day is going to begin?
So what's my happy today? I need one desperately. Any givers?
Yesterday was the Quarterly Meeting for our company. The first one is informative and interesting. There are three meetings. I have to sit through all of them. I read a lot yesterday.
My sister gave me a book about ten or so years ago called Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe.
I started reading it again yesterday and it is as heartbreaking as I remember. But Achebe is such an amazing writer and just go with it. If you haven't read it, I highly suggest it- in fact, I highly recommend anything by him.
Mother is a ninja. I dropped her off at the market the other day and followed her in fairly quickly. She was on aisle 7 when I entered the store. This wouldn't seem that odd, she might have gone straight to 7, but I know Mother- she must go down every single row of goods.
How did she get there so quickly?
When I found her on 7, she was walking away from me, so I waited at the end, running back and forth between the aisles so that whichever one she came down I would be at. I didn't see her at either... 2 seconds later she was coming out of the beer section which is 5 lanes down and on the other side of the store. I would have had to see her if she ended there! I asked her if she was Crouching Tiger or Hidden Dragon. She said she was Awesome Shopper.
I want to rent a video tonight, but I don't know which one to get. Any suggestions?
(Nothing serious! Give me scary or comical)
Stepfather and Mother were having sexual innuendo night... at the dinner table. I thought I was going to boot. I might have. I'm trying to block the evening out of my head.
Sister Raina was in town last night and brought her fiddle along for the ride. She plays fiddle and upright bass. Her fiance plays banjo and guitar. If could do all of them at the same time they'd be the coolest band ever!
*She taught me how to play a couple of chords and for some reason the A# hates me. I don't know why. I never did anything to it!
Vicki called me last night. Why I love her: We had a thirty minute conversation and managed to talk about the following (and in enough detail we both felt better afterwards):
1. Her wedding (dress, wine, other bride maids and shower)
2. Her office drama
3. My office drama
4. Rizzo's birthday
5. Subsequently, a boy (if you used to read my old blog, you can probably figure out who it was)
6. The Bachelor
7. Her plans for the night
8. My not plans for the night
Kindred, we are...
Mother just called my cell- after I answered she said "Oh! I meant to call the other one!"
Ten seconds later she called my office line. "Mother, it's still me..." "Oh... How are you honey?"
It's a good thing we talked though- she was on her way to pick up jumper cables for a young man's car that had stalled out on her road. I told her that under no circumstances should she go back by herself- take the dog or Stepfather! "Oh, it's okay, it's Blake (my ex-husband's cousin). Well, great then.
Is this how my day is going to begin?
So what's my happy today? I need one desperately. Any givers?
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Photographic Recap
SATURDAY 
Happy Birthday, Rizzo! Saturday night was a blast. The band was amazing, as always-
Happy Birthday, Rizzo! Saturday night was a blast. The band was amazing, as always-And I might have madeout with everyone. Except the birthday boy, of course... 
We danced, we sang, we partied. Well, a bit too much-
We danced, we sang, we partied. Well, a bit too much- SUNDAY
I didn't move until 7ish Sunday night. I am such trash...
MONDAY Shenanigans!
it all started like this...
and quickly turned into... weirdness
Co-Worker #1 & #2:
Co-worker #3 :
Co-Worker #4 did not wish to participate...
I can't even imagine why not...
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