Easily Entertained

Last night I went into Subway. I ordered a sandwich and was on my way. As I walked out, I nodded my head at a guy. I was able to see his reflection on the door as I walked away. He totally turned around to check me out. It made me chuckle.

*Please note that I tried to put a picture here, but Blogger would not let me get into the function. Oh well.

My Joy

So I haven't written in a while, and I was told recently that I never put pictures up. This is true, and I fully intend to add some more, but at this time I don't have what I need.

Anyway, I have been feeling extra happy lately. Not that I was feeling blue before, but I noticed, yesterday, that I've been happier. There's no particular event to this happiness, but I'm grateful that I noticed and even more grateful to be extra happy.

So I thought I would share in some of my joy. Earlier this week, I could not find my staple remover. I never realized how much I depend on this little item. What I found most amusing was that no other staple remover would do. My coworker offered me an extra one, but I wanted mine. It's no better than any other, but apparently I've become attached.

So I finally found it. It was hiding behind my phone. I feel much better, and I'm happy to report that my staple remover feels much better to. Please see below:

"One Of Those Days"

So as usual, my post is about work, but it's not necessarily the main topic, and for once it's not about the crazy antics that go on here.

During December, it was relatively quiet and at some points quite peaceful. Well the last couple of days have been crazy! And to top it off, yesterday I don't think I was quite all here, mentally.

This being said, I noticed that I said a couple of times yesterday to people, "It's been one of those days". One was to a client of mine, and the other two times (that I can remember) it was to friends telling them that I wasn't going to be able to come to a birthday party, and this is after leaving work an hour and twenty minutes late. So my reason for not coming to the party, and or getting back to the client earlier was, "It's been one of those days."

I started thinking about this statement. I'm very intrigued by it. What does it mean anyway? It's not like when anyone says it, there is a definite meaning to the day. Each person has their own definition of what "one of those days" is.

I've decided that I like it as an excuse. People seem to accept it. And it might be very valid, but even if it isn't valid, it will be accepted because people will imagine in their head what that day is. (Though I will say, yesterday really was "one of those days". I was just not feeling it, and work didn't want to leave me alone.)

You'll have to excuse me though, I've got to finish this post quickly, it's been one of those days.

A Position I Don't Want To Be In

So my coworker told me last week that her husband is having her drive her brother-in-law's car because some sort of rod is missing. Apparently it helps keep her tire up because she showed me that the tire kind of bends in at a 34.6% angle.

Anyway, so she doesn't like her brother-in-law's car because it doesn't have heat. This is understandable, but I think I would take that over the death trap.

Well I don't know if I should say imagine my surprise or not because I've learned not be too surprised with her games, but she called the other morning driving in her death trap.

She was telling me that her car was doing some sort of shaking, and she was going to pull over on the highway for a bit and turn it off.

Her purpose was two-fold. First, she was going to be a little late for work. Second, if something were to happen to her, she wanted me to tell her daughter (who is 6 months old and wouldn't understand anyone), her husband, dad, sisters, brother etc. that she loves them.

Okay I don't want to be in this situation. I really don't know most of them. And honestly, what would I say?

I think the right choice is to either suck it up, yes I know it's cold, or invest in a heater. You can get a little one to go in the car. I've seen others. I'd rather that then the deathtrap.

A Sad, Sad Reality

I recently realized I am addicted to Diet Dr. Pepper...not good.

Tagged

So it's taken me a little while, but here are seven things you may or may not want to know about me.

1. In college I played three different intramural sports. I played softball, flag football, and basketball. Fact about each:
Softball-My team never scored a run the whole season, though the following year the team one the championship. I think I was bad luck
Basketball-We were pretty much Team Awesome and least two of the seasons and made it to the championship. We didn't win, but that's okay
Flag Football-I was going for a flag, and flew in the air to get it. I got the flag, but when I got up, I looked down at my finger that felt like it was jammed, and it was turned the wrong way. I included a photo of what it looked like. (Notice this guys appears to have 10 broken fingers. I only had one, but I kid you not, the index finger on his left hand, looked just like my left ring finger.) And after the doctor popped that bad boy back into place, I still played the rest of the

season. That's dedication.

2. I'm a strangely built person. And by this I mean, my appendages do not match with my body. I have small hand, and abnormally small feet. My toes and fingers are stubs, in fact on my little toys, there is very little toe nail there. When I'm measured from finger tip to finger tip (supposedly this is how tall you are, I should only come in at 5'3", which is not the case.) But wait...the freakishness not stop there. I was a good 3 inches taller than one of my roommates in college, but whenever we'd measure our torsos and legs to find out where the height came from, we were always perplexed. I have a short torso, and short legs. Then one day we figured it it. I have a long butt! Yes it's true. We're not talking width, we're talking length. This thought was confirmed when my uncle told my aunt that she had a long butt because she was American Indian, and they have long butts. So there you have it, I have an Indian butt!

3. I have a dream to learn to write music and one day right the scores to movies. Nothing makes me happier than listening to a good movie score, and when I'm done John Williams will have nothing on me!

4. One of my fears is riding in cars. Clearly I do it because of necessity, but I really get nervous. I feel a little better when I'm driving because I feel in control, but sometimes riding with others scares the dickens out of me.

5. One of my obsessions is with the African American culture. (Is this what they call it these days? I can't keep up with the political correctness of our time.) Anyway, I LOVE black people. (No I'm not a racist as some have labeled me.) I'm fascinated by them. I am fascinated by their culture and what it would be like to be black. If I had the guts I'd live in the ghetto for a few months and write a paper like that. I'm not sure why I'm so obsessed. I think it's mainly because here are a group of people that are American, just like me, yet we're so different, at least culturally, and I don't know that I could ever complete understand it, and so it fascinates me.

6. At one point in my life, I wanted to be the President of NBC. I'm not sure why, but I remember that's what I really wanted to do. I also wanted to learn to be a DJ and be the one that does all the mixing in the club.

7. This one's kind of strange, but so am I so whatever. So in college I thought it would be the coolest thing to have a pair of slippers that looked like the Sydney Opera house, and I really wanted a pair.




So there you have it. That's me in a nutshell. And no I'm not going to tag anyone because of all the blogs I read; all of those people have been tagged, so the Buck Stops Here!

And So It Continues

Conversation at work today:

Coworker: You know what my New Year's Resolution is going to be?
LC: What
Coworker: I'm going to pray that a guy will come into your life
LC:.....laughter

True Story