Room with a View....

So I recently got a new job. With this job came new adult responsibilities, something I've been fighting since college. I think am now ready to accept them more fully in my life, but I digress. With this new job, I got my very OWN office! It's all mine........ and the landlord's.

I have worked there for almost three weeks now and not until today did it hit me that it was my own office. From day one, I have thought of it as the the last guy's office. I was careful to keep things how I found them. I constantly pranced around on my tippy toes so as not to bother what was not mine.



Well I'm here, today, to tell you my friends, it MY office! Today I gave it an extreme makeover. Okay, maybe not extreme, but I did move some things around and made it my own. The old set up made me feel really cramped, which is crazy because my office is bigger than my bedroom. I now have plenty of room. It feels more like home. I am even thinking of bringing a bed and never leaving the office.

I think it's time to get an office plant.

Clarification

Okay, so some of you seemed to get lost in my thoughts in my previous post. I don't know why. It all makes perfect sense to me. All the thoughts seemed to flow naturally.

So to clarify:

1) I don't want to be a dog (refrain from your sarcastic comments.)
2) Just because I have gnome hands, doesn't mean I'm going to go all Michael J. Fox in Teen Wolf and become a complete gnome.

I would however like to retract my pug statement. I would rather be a puggle. Meet the Delucanator. I met the Delucanator while spending time in Connecticut.






PS. little gnome friend i know you tried to trick me with the old fax and cell phone trick!
PPS ER RULES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pugs for Sale $.50 a Pug....

So today I created my life plan, in my head. I am now set for life.

I have a plan A and a plan B.

Both are equally good plans, and I wouldn’t mind either one. It really all depends on what life throws my way.

And in planning my life, I have decided to take a new lead. You see, since college, I have acquired a bad habit. (Shout out to bad habit topic from my little gnome friend, which also reminds me last night I was told I have gnome hands.) Okay so I don't really want to share my predicament, so I will just focus on plan A and B for now.

But lets talk dogs, I had a roommate tell me once that if I were a dog, I would be a lapdog. So Connie, can I be a pug? I think they’re really cute.



PS. Every time the fax machine goes off at work, it makes a buzzing sound, and I think it’s my cell phone.

Craigslist Tragedy

So Craigslist has been a great staple in my life the past few months. During an EXAUSTING job search, I viewed Craigslist everyday. I searched endlessly for jobs. Many of these jobs brought me to the Land of Interviews. It was definitely a time of prosperity in the Land. While I ended up getting my job elsewhere, Craigslist was still good to me.

In fact, Craiglist brought me to where I am living today. During a recent search for new housing, my roommates and I stumbled upon a myriad of choices. As we scoured the land we came across, laundry shoots hot tubs, unlocked houses, and even roaches. Because of Craigslist, we are now able to reside in “The Manor”




All this joy coming from Craigslist was too good to be true. I tried to venture out in other Craiglist categories, which led me to “Free Stuff”. We were going to furnish our place with all “Free Stuff”. During this search, I came across many things, but there were only two that I knew we needed for our house. A CHICKEN SUIT AND WHISKEY BARREL CHAIRS! I went in search for those, but in the end came up empty. Now I spend my nights wishfully thinking of Chicken Suits and Whiskey Barrel Chairs, and sometimes a little tear trickles down my face.

Rigby, Idaho: I Salute You!

On this President’s Day weekend, I think we should take a moment to observe a special day that most of the world doesn't know about. Today, Sunday February 18, 2007, is a very special occasion.

What is it, you ask? Well my friends, today, my ex-boyfriend celebrated his second wedding anniversary, and I took this weekend to contemplate on days of old.

I will give you the quick Reader’s Digest Version before divulging on the thoughts I’ve had this weekend:

Let’s call this boy “Nathan T”. Nathan and I dated my junior year in college. Nathan and I dated for six months. Now that may not seem like a lot, but in Mormon years that translates to like 7 years or something. I don’t know the exact conversion.

Anyway, Nathan and I basically came to a point where it was get married or break-up. Needless to say, we broke-up. He gave the lamest break-up speech ever, and we parted.

Then came the attempt to stay friends, which did not work. While things ended friendly, they soon turned ugly. It was drama laced with two ex-girlfriends and a current girlfriend, times that I now look back on and laugh, but I digress.

To sum things up. Nathan dated girl that hated me. We will call her Jessica, which happens to be the name of his girl before me He was still in love with Jessica #1, and that’s why we broke up. Well Jessica #2 hated me. I was some sort of threat, and she took him out of my life.

Well after a few short months, Nathan and Jessica got engaged and married on February 18, 2005, exactly one year from our first date.

Now as they celebrate their 2nd anniversary, I ponder my own life. Please know, (Jessica and Nathan, if you are out there), I have no hard feelings about anything that went down. While it sucked at the time, I am glad to have gone through that.

Had I married, my life would be completely different. Lets take a look:

I would currently be living in Rigby, Idaho where as of 2000 the population was 3,000 and half of that would be cattle and the other half are all related. I would be married with a man who has yet to finish his college education, (in his defense I haven’t seen him in 2 years, but I doubt he has it now.), and I would have to support him by working at the local Artic Circle, due to lack of jobs in Rigby, Idaho. Then being an Idaho wife, I would clearly have to know like 118 potato recipes. And then on the weekends we could do all those things that I never really liked doing. We could go fishing (yawn), shooting, and off roading, all things I had never done until I met Nathan.

It Rigby’s defense, it is not all bad. It’s the birthplace of television, thank you Philo Taylor Farnsworth. It is also home to the Rigby Riot and Fun Zone where you have a choice of Bumper Boats, Rock Climbing, Miniature Gold, Go-Karts, Inflatable games, and the Buckaroo!!!! (On second thought, maybe I should live in Rigby)

But seriously, my life would be no where near as great as it is today. And yes while I want to get married, I am so glad to have had this extra time to have more life experience and meet people in my life that I never would have had the chance of meeting.

Nathan I haven’t spoken to you in over two years. I hope you are doing well. The last email you ever sent to me was at Christmas time in 2004. It said something to the effect, “I’m sorry things didn’t work about between us. You deserve the best, and I wasn’t the best.”

Well as you celebrate this wedding anniversary, I want to reply and say “yes I am the BEST! and you are right, you were NOT!”

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


PS. Remember those glasses that you called birth control glasses? Well I think they’re cute!

I am cooler than you!

So here I am. Once again attempting this blog thing. This time I have two very good Bloggers to look up to. I fear that I can be no near as entertaining. I have a lot to live up to. Their blogs are read by mainy, near and far.

I just hope they remember, while they are good Bloggers, I am WAY cooler than they are, so they can always use me as an example. If you were to look cool up on Wikipedia, there would be my picture.



So as we begin this journey together, again, let us all remember who is cooler.