Right now I’m finding it so ironic that the movie opens this week and all week long news programs have been showcasing what to do with a difficult boss. Do you know? I need to know, badly.
Since I’ve been here at the new place for 90 days, my review came. And it hit me like a tons of bricks. Listed were complaints, examples of poor work completed by me, and expectations that were never revealed until said review. I was shocked.
I'd never received a bad review—nothing below average, at least.
This review said nothing positive of my work. Unless you count the ‘excellent’ I received on attendance. Duh, it’s only been 3 months and I did like it here and thought my work was good, so why not show up everyday?!? Well, they said my work is not good. And I can take that. I’m open to criticism and addressing problem areas.
What I’m not open to is letting me in on all that the day of my review, 90 days later. Is it just me or is it up to managers to address problems when they happen, let the employee have a chance to respond and turn it around, then if the problem still exists, then and only then can they mark it as a problem in a review? Basic Management 101 tells you that.
Oh and their examples, oh the examples. You’d think this was, well, let me just give you a few and you can come up with your own conclusions:
‘CC us on emails’; ‘Take initiative, don’t ask questions, but don’t take initiative without asking us the questions’; and ‘Let us see everything you do before you take on the task’.
And let me tell you this is the first time I’ve heard of them wanting to be CC’d on emails. And how contradicting is it to tell me I ask too many questions, but take the initiative but ask us questions first—and yes, let us see your work before you start a project. Am I working for Sybil or what?
What makes me laugh is that now everything is uncomfortable, the one Boss who was a wee bit mean at the beginning—remember the one with the email? She’s all nice to me now—ha, she wasn’t the one speaking or the one who wrote the review. The other one, the one that did? Well, she was the goody, passive one and now? She sure did let it all out on me and now hides in her office all day with the door closed (I am sure she is avoiding me).
I initiated a 2nd meeting about the review because it was 15 pages long, single spaced, and so I could only read the entire document later that night once I was at home. Those sneakies had untrue examples, conversations, and demands of me. Unh uh. But, yeah they did. So I approached HR and told them that I can only consider the review a first draft and until we can all come to an understanding there is no way that I can accept it. Yeah…let’s see if I have a job after the meeting.*
*I'm positive I'm a goner anyway.
Thursday, June 29
Thursday, June 22
Just In Cases
That is my favorite line from the movie, "Love Actually". I say it all the time.
I haven't seen Great Conversation Boy since the great conversation. WTF?
Monday, I worked only half the day in office. Tuesday, I sat all day at my desk and he never passed by. Wednesday, I decided to do something about bad luck Tuesday. I acted like I didn't know what a phone or email was. Obviously, I'll explain.
On any given day, I must send out, on average, 30 emails to various co-workers and I must take or make 50 inter-office phone calls. I also send out 2-4 pieces of inter-office mail and at least 2 outgoing mail. The mail room guy picks that stuff up from my office outbox.
None of that happened yesterday. Yesterday I found myself doing the unspeakable: I got up from my desk chair!
OH-NO, she didn't!
Yes. I actually got on my feet and walked down (by way of elevator) to the appropriate person's desk or office. Any small inquiry and I was on my feet, roaming the office halls.
I did the mailroom guy a huge favor and walked all my mail to him--surely, now he must think I have a crush on him (great).
I don't think I once picked up the phone or wrote an email to anyone in the office. It was all about face to face interaction. My smiling face made all sorts of appearances yesterday. I roamed the halls, hung out at people's desks, and waited for elevators.
You know, just in cases.
The one thing that I goofed on is that instead of taking a right turn, towards the free company hamburger lunch; my stubborn stomach took a left to Quizno's for a salad (and they didn't give me a real fork this time. Why, oh why, did I do that? If I was going to see Great Conversation Boy anywhere that day, it was surely at the free company lunch. But, oh no, dumb Golightly decided that she just couldn't do the hamburger and opted for the healthier paid salad.
Dumb. Dumb. Dumb.
Today, maybe I'll step it up a bit and only use the restroom on his floor.
You know, just in cases.
I haven't seen Great Conversation Boy since the great conversation. WTF?
Monday, I worked only half the day in office. Tuesday, I sat all day at my desk and he never passed by. Wednesday, I decided to do something about bad luck Tuesday. I acted like I didn't know what a phone or email was. Obviously, I'll explain.
On any given day, I must send out, on average, 30 emails to various co-workers and I must take or make 50 inter-office phone calls. I also send out 2-4 pieces of inter-office mail and at least 2 outgoing mail. The mail room guy picks that stuff up from my office outbox.
None of that happened yesterday. Yesterday I found myself doing the unspeakable: I got up from my desk chair!
OH-NO, she didn't!
Yes. I actually got on my feet and walked down (by way of elevator) to the appropriate person's desk or office. Any small inquiry and I was on my feet, roaming the office halls.
I did the mailroom guy a huge favor and walked all my mail to him--surely, now he must think I have a crush on him (great).
I don't think I once picked up the phone or wrote an email to anyone in the office. It was all about face to face interaction. My smiling face made all sorts of appearances yesterday. I roamed the halls, hung out at people's desks, and waited for elevators.
You know, just in cases.
The one thing that I goofed on is that instead of taking a right turn, towards the free company hamburger lunch; my stubborn stomach took a left to Quizno's for a salad (and they didn't give me a real fork this time. Why, oh why, did I do that? If I was going to see Great Conversation Boy anywhere that day, it was surely at the free company lunch. But, oh no, dumb Golightly decided that she just couldn't do the hamburger and opted for the healthier paid salad.
Dumb. Dumb. Dumb.
Today, maybe I'll step it up a bit and only use the restroom on his floor.
You know, just in cases.
Wednesday, June 21
Not Much to Say
I don't know what to say. We lost. There's next year? I still feel like we were robbed. Were the refs paid off or something?!? Fouls not called out. There were too many of those.
The game was too much for me to take; so I kept switching back and forth between that and Anderson Cooper.
Ahh, much easier on the eyes and heart.
But the dead kids in Africa, aiyee! And Angelina? Let me say this, the woman has done a 180 for me. To hear her speak of her charitable work and UN hit hard. Forget Brad. Foget the tattoos. She is young and trying to make a difference. Can't people just give her credit for that? I hear too much of the opposite.
The game was too much for me to take; so I kept switching back and forth between that and Anderson Cooper.
Ahh, much easier on the eyes and heart.
But the dead kids in Africa, aiyee! And Angelina? Let me say this, the woman has done a 180 for me. To hear her speak of her charitable work and UN hit hard. Forget Brad. Foget the tattoos. She is young and trying to make a difference. Can't people just give her credit for that? I hear too much of the opposite.
Tuesday, June 20
Time After Time
Like the majority, I am on classmates.com.
Unlike the majority, I’m registered under two different high schools, in two different cities. Well, one city (San Antonio) and one town (Abilene).
Welcome to a past life of a military brat. I spent 2 years at each, but only graduated from San Antonio. I registered with both because the former, Abilene, I made memorable friendships with co-students there as well. And ran into a couple of them in college.
One boy particular (nothing happened), but let’s not get into that. Because knowing my hopeless romantic mind, I’ll be fantasizing about a reunion of our own that would end with babies and marriage and happily ever afters.
Last week I got my first Abilene high school reunion email. What the…am I that old, already? It was from the female class clown. She was fun times. So never emailing anyone on classmates.com, I emailed her. Yep. (does anyone do that? Is anyone out there a Gold member, either?)
It was a long one just (re)introducing myself and telling her that I’m getting the reunion update emails, but hey, remember you didn’t see me at graduation?!? I joked that does it mean I cannot come to the reunion. I was joking.
Jokes got me the longest email reply back in form of her life updates newsletter and, wait for it, yes—an invitation to the reunion, today in my inbox. She went on and on about how Ashley, Bridgett, Dameeka, Katy, Clint, herself, and uhm, here we go: Ryan would love to see me.
How she shared my email with them and they all had some big whoop-de-doo about it. (They probably all still live in Abilene, so this must’ve been entertaining)
OK, let me point out the last time I saw Ashley, we were both drunk and scared at a fraternity house in Austin.
Last time I saw Bridgett, we were cheating on a biology test (yeah because I cheated my way through half of high school science classes).
Dameeka was my partner in crime. We came up with an Ass-o-Meter—oh the horny nerds we were. We’d judge the football team’s assets*. They were all in on it. We were like their favorite booster club. At the end of the season we’d publish our list and give out a trophy to Best Ass of the Season. Katy was the town snob who always ended up seated behind me due to the luck of the alphabet and seating charts.
Clint?!? I have no recollection.
And Ryan, uhm hmm, last saw him randomly at the greasy Chinese take out place on the Drag, in Austin.
So, their email whoop-de-doo about seeing me—what the F can they talk about and can I have a copy of that email? Then she asked if it was okay that she gave them my email address (sure)
Not only do I need to worry and have angst over my own graduating class’ reunion; now this? People I haven’t seen since 1994? Or 1999? People you forget about until something like this makes you work hard at remembering their faces and last names.
F Classmates.com!! or Thank you, Classmates.com
*oh and we had a secret non published list just for the coaches. Oh we had some hot coaches at my high school.
Unlike the majority, I’m registered under two different high schools, in two different cities. Well, one city (San Antonio) and one town (Abilene).
Welcome to a past life of a military brat. I spent 2 years at each, but only graduated from San Antonio. I registered with both because the former, Abilene, I made memorable friendships with co-students there as well. And ran into a couple of them in college.
One boy particular (nothing happened), but let’s not get into that. Because knowing my hopeless romantic mind, I’ll be fantasizing about a reunion of our own that would end with babies and marriage and happily ever afters.
Last week I got my first Abilene high school reunion email. What the…am I that old, already? It was from the female class clown. She was fun times. So never emailing anyone on classmates.com, I emailed her. Yep. (does anyone do that? Is anyone out there a Gold member, either?)
It was a long one just (re)introducing myself and telling her that I’m getting the reunion update emails, but hey, remember you didn’t see me at graduation?!? I joked that does it mean I cannot come to the reunion. I was joking.
Jokes got me the longest email reply back in form of her life updates newsletter and, wait for it, yes—an invitation to the reunion, today in my inbox. She went on and on about how Ashley, Bridgett, Dameeka, Katy, Clint, herself, and uhm, here we go: Ryan would love to see me.
How she shared my email with them and they all had some big whoop-de-doo about it. (They probably all still live in Abilene, so this must’ve been entertaining)
OK, let me point out the last time I saw Ashley, we were both drunk and scared at a fraternity house in Austin.
Last time I saw Bridgett, we were cheating on a biology test (yeah because I cheated my way through half of high school science classes).
Dameeka was my partner in crime. We came up with an Ass-o-Meter—oh the horny nerds we were. We’d judge the football team’s assets*. They were all in on it. We were like their favorite booster club. At the end of the season we’d publish our list and give out a trophy to Best Ass of the Season. Katy was the town snob who always ended up seated behind me due to the luck of the alphabet and seating charts.
Clint?!? I have no recollection.
And Ryan, uhm hmm, last saw him randomly at the greasy Chinese take out place on the Drag, in Austin.
So, their email whoop-de-doo about seeing me—what the F can they talk about and can I have a copy of that email? Then she asked if it was okay that she gave them my email address (sure)
Not only do I need to worry and have angst over my own graduating class’ reunion; now this? People I haven’t seen since 1994? Or 1999? People you forget about until something like this makes you work hard at remembering their faces and last names.
F Classmates.com!! or Thank you, Classmates.com
*oh and we had a secret non published list just for the coaches. Oh we had some hot coaches at my high school.
What Would Carrie Do?
When you find yourself in a love/relationship/dating/single pickle do you scan your brain of the catalog of SATC episodes to see how those gals handled it? Or is that just me?
My brain has a Dewey decimal system down for my SATC DVDs. I can usually scan and find any episode for you in under a minute. Premature ejaculator: Season 2, Disc 3. Carrie makes faux phone calls to Aidan: Season 4, Disc 1. It’s amazing what I’ll retain and what I cannot remember. Did I take off the stove or will I return home to a bathroom in flames? Seriously when it comes to dating and life, I turn to those DVD collections for advice, empathy, and guidance. Is there or isn’t there an episode where one of them had to ask a guy out?
I cannot remember?!?!
Last night, I couldn’t fall asleep, I kept tossing and turning, then I found myself in a pickle and kept wondering what would the SATC girls do…
So I was left to have a real conversation about the problem with some friends over dinner. (oh not that I wouldn’t share; but again, I think once you share you may be dooming or jinxing any results, but hey, cat out of the bag now) They thought I should ask this guy out to go with us to a concert on Friday night. Unh-unh.
Problem: I would say no, if someone asked me on a first date, like that.
Concert is an 80’s cover band and it’s about a half hour drive from Dallas-proper. And it’ll be loud. And it’ll be with people he doesn’t know. Am I crazy to turn down that idea?
I liked another better. If I should just happen to be on his floor, pre-lunch, and I just happen to run into him, I should ask him if he has lunch plans. If it’s a no, invite him to join me for a casual lunch. Problem: I have no business on his floor and oh, yeah I’d have to put myself out there and the possibility of rejection could cause some serious anxiety. Not that the Mavs aren’t already doing that to me!
Ideally I would prefer for him to ask me out. So I am going to wait it out for a few days and let fate/destiny/whatever have its way. Because it may be like the dating coaches said last night on “How to Get the Guy”: We are too great not to let a guy come to us, first.
But still, I keep thinking: What would Carrie do?
My brain has a Dewey decimal system down for my SATC DVDs. I can usually scan and find any episode for you in under a minute. Premature ejaculator: Season 2, Disc 3. Carrie makes faux phone calls to Aidan: Season 4, Disc 1. It’s amazing what I’ll retain and what I cannot remember. Did I take off the stove or will I return home to a bathroom in flames? Seriously when it comes to dating and life, I turn to those DVD collections for advice, empathy, and guidance. Is there or isn’t there an episode where one of them had to ask a guy out?
I cannot remember?!?!
Last night, I couldn’t fall asleep, I kept tossing and turning, then I found myself in a pickle and kept wondering what would the SATC girls do…
So I was left to have a real conversation about the problem with some friends over dinner. (oh not that I wouldn’t share; but again, I think once you share you may be dooming or jinxing any results, but hey, cat out of the bag now) They thought I should ask this guy out to go with us to a concert on Friday night. Unh-unh.
Problem: I would say no, if someone asked me on a first date, like that.
Concert is an 80’s cover band and it’s about a half hour drive from Dallas-proper. And it’ll be loud. And it’ll be with people he doesn’t know. Am I crazy to turn down that idea?
I liked another better. If I should just happen to be on his floor, pre-lunch, and I just happen to run into him, I should ask him if he has lunch plans. If it’s a no, invite him to join me for a casual lunch. Problem: I have no business on his floor and oh, yeah I’d have to put myself out there and the possibility of rejection could cause some serious anxiety. Not that the Mavs aren’t already doing that to me!
Ideally I would prefer for him to ask me out. So I am going to wait it out for a few days and let fate/destiny/whatever have its way. Because it may be like the dating coaches said last night on “How to Get the Guy”: We are too great not to let a guy come to us, first.
But still, I keep thinking: What would Carrie do?
Monday, June 19
Keep On Talking
I hate time.
There never seems to be enough of it when you need or want it. It goes slower than a snail when you want to move on.
I love great conversations. When I am in the middle of one, I never want it to end.
Friday I had a great conversation with my mom. She’s in Miami (oh, the traitor) partying it up for her birthday (53!). With birthdays, comes wisdom; she was sharing with me secrets to life; more like secrets of a 53 year old’s life. I laughed and left the conversation with deep thoughts. How will I be at 53? Will I be young at heart and in the same place she is, whooping up some grand vacation to celebrate? Or will I be an old bitter bore at Luby’s getting my free Jell-O? The way things are going by the time I reach 50, it’ll be the new 30, so maybe I won’t have to worry about that.
Saturday night we met up to make dinner at AP’s house. Veggies getting chopped, meat marinating, wine flowing, and great conversations. We decided to make a dinner all from recipes from this month’s Real Simple. We ended up with 3 side salads: chickpea and tuna; pea salad; and creamy cucumber salad. My fave was the pea salad; I made it again last night for dinner. But my favorite conversation is when I decided we needed to discuss something as a group: how is it that our friend, Aerin, has made it this far in life and not ever cheated?!?
Never cheated on a boyfriend, never cheated on a test, and has never stolen anything. Of course there are virtuous people out there, but this girl is the wildest out of all 3 of us. I’ll admit I’ve cheated on many tests in high school, cheated on a boyfriend(s), and yes, have stolen on more than one occasion during the course of my life.
I just find it so odd—never cheated—seriously, haven’t we all cheated on something?
Sunday—oh forget it, what a disappointment. Can we still pull up and win this championship? Seriously.
This morning—oh my gosh! Best. Conversation. Ever. I didn’t want the walk from the garage to the office building to end; didn’t want the elevator ride to end; wanted to just step off and keep walking with him on a floor that was not my stop; and didn’t want to stop talking. Of course with that came a problem…Let me see how this will play out before sharing more details. As my luck has it, there is a 2 week window of opportunity to do anything and I promise I have to do something because this is life.
If I learned anything Friday night during my ‘wisdom talk’: I’m doing something. Something.
There never seems to be enough of it when you need or want it. It goes slower than a snail when you want to move on.
I love great conversations. When I am in the middle of one, I never want it to end.
Friday I had a great conversation with my mom. She’s in Miami (oh, the traitor) partying it up for her birthday (53!). With birthdays, comes wisdom; she was sharing with me secrets to life; more like secrets of a 53 year old’s life. I laughed and left the conversation with deep thoughts. How will I be at 53? Will I be young at heart and in the same place she is, whooping up some grand vacation to celebrate? Or will I be an old bitter bore at Luby’s getting my free Jell-O? The way things are going by the time I reach 50, it’ll be the new 30, so maybe I won’t have to worry about that.
Saturday night we met up to make dinner at AP’s house. Veggies getting chopped, meat marinating, wine flowing, and great conversations. We decided to make a dinner all from recipes from this month’s Real Simple. We ended up with 3 side salads: chickpea and tuna; pea salad; and creamy cucumber salad. My fave was the pea salad; I made it again last night for dinner. But my favorite conversation is when I decided we needed to discuss something as a group: how is it that our friend, Aerin, has made it this far in life and not ever cheated?!?
Never cheated on a boyfriend, never cheated on a test, and has never stolen anything. Of course there are virtuous people out there, but this girl is the wildest out of all 3 of us. I’ll admit I’ve cheated on many tests in high school, cheated on a boyfriend(s), and yes, have stolen on more than one occasion during the course of my life.
I just find it so odd—never cheated—seriously, haven’t we all cheated on something?
Sunday—oh forget it, what a disappointment. Can we still pull up and win this championship? Seriously.
This morning—oh my gosh! Best. Conversation. Ever. I didn’t want the walk from the garage to the office building to end; didn’t want the elevator ride to end; wanted to just step off and keep walking with him on a floor that was not my stop; and didn’t want to stop talking. Of course with that came a problem…Let me see how this will play out before sharing more details. As my luck has it, there is a 2 week window of opportunity to do anything and I promise I have to do something because this is life.
If I learned anything Friday night during my ‘wisdom talk’: I’m doing something. Something.
Friday, June 16
Click
I don't get a kick out of hearing that people split up or divorced. But I have to say, Nick Lachey looks ten times better now that he is no longer Mr. Simpson.
I am so happy they broke that up. Hello…Nick and your men's body spray commercial!
How hot is he? I never looked twice at him before. I'll admit he looked a wee bit gay, before--maybe that's because it seemed he was someone's bitch. He was whipped-looking, which made him look weak. Now? Toned up, scruffy, and looking fierce.
I'm also on half a day today--don't get too jealous because after a jazz brunch on Sunday, I have to travel to Plano (oh, it's so far) and work for a bit. Yeah, on Father's Day.
Not that I'm celebrating that in any which way. My mom will get her normal Sunday chat and we won't dare mention what Hallmark Holiday it is. Oh. Well.
Someone asked me if I found it weird that my dad lives in a 3rd world country---by choice. Yes, I do. And believe me; he is not George Clooney or Brad Pitt philanthroping through Africa or trying to save the World. Nuh-uh. I don't think there are any charitable works involved; unless you count (and here comes my imagination) whoring, babying, marrying, or playing the fool with Turkish women who probably soak their panties when an American looks at them.
Yeah, then, maybe, then will it count as charitable. No bitterness here.
But I am bitter that I did drive up the tollway to Addison, avoided cops, and sat in a theatre to watch the Mavs lose. What the... Why couldn't the ball go in the basket, at all during the last quarter---WHY? Guess that just means they will have to win it all in the Big D, like they are supposed to do.
Go Mavs!
I am so happy they broke that up. Hello…Nick and your men's body spray commercial!
How hot is he? I never looked twice at him before. I'll admit he looked a wee bit gay, before--maybe that's because it seemed he was someone's bitch. He was whipped-looking, which made him look weak. Now? Toned up, scruffy, and looking fierce.
I'm also on half a day today--don't get too jealous because after a jazz brunch on Sunday, I have to travel to Plano (oh, it's so far) and work for a bit. Yeah, on Father's Day.
Not that I'm celebrating that in any which way. My mom will get her normal Sunday chat and we won't dare mention what Hallmark Holiday it is. Oh. Well.
Someone asked me if I found it weird that my dad lives in a 3rd world country---by choice. Yes, I do. And believe me; he is not George Clooney or Brad Pitt philanthroping through Africa or trying to save the World. Nuh-uh. I don't think there are any charitable works involved; unless you count (and here comes my imagination) whoring, babying, marrying, or playing the fool with Turkish women who probably soak their panties when an American looks at them.
Yeah, then, maybe, then will it count as charitable. No bitterness here.
But I am bitter that I did drive up the tollway to Addison, avoided cops, and sat in a theatre to watch the Mavs lose. What the... Why couldn't the ball go in the basket, at all during the last quarter---WHY? Guess that just means they will have to win it all in the Big D, like they are supposed to do.
Go Mavs!
Thursday, June 15
A Day Old Meme
Ten Favorites:
Season: Fall
Color: RedTime: dusk
Food: Calamari Tacos at Cuba Libre (this changes each month for me!)
Drink: Fresca
Ice Cream: Vanilla
Place: Home
Sport: College football
Actor: George Clooney
Actress: Catherine Zeta JonesNine
Currents
Feeling: Restless
Drink: Water
Time: 4:25
Show on TV: I’m at work so I can’t watch TV
Mobile Used: Motorola Razr
Windows open: None
Underwear: None (I had to go commando today with the dress I'm wearing)
Clothes: Brown BR wrap dress, 4 inch brown platforms
Thought: zzzzzzzzZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz
Eight Firsts
Nickname: Tak
Kiss: Cornelius Scott (3rd Grade)
Crush: same as above
Best Friend: Molly
Vehicle I owned: Ford Explorer Sport
Job: HEB
Date: Aaron VonFlatern; he took me to Olive Garden on his birthday. Too sweet! Much to say, I loved Olive Garden back in the day. LOVED it.
Pet: Zita, chihuahua.
Seven Lasts
Drink: SoBe fruit drink
Kiss: Summer Associate
Meal: Quiznos Flat bread salad (and yes, they give you a real fork!)
Web Site Visited: Yammell's
Movie Watched: Miss Congeniality 2 (What can I say, it was on HBO and I was bored the other night)
Phone Call: Erica
TV Watched: Mavs v. Miami
Six Have You Evers
Broken the Law: Yes
Been Drunk: Yes
Kissed Someone You Didn't Know: Yes
Been in the Middle of/Close to Gunfire: No, but I think the ones that have need to share!
Skinny Dipped: Yes
Broken Someone's Heart: Yes
Five Things:
You Hear Right Now: someone walking
On Your Bed: lots & lots of clothes, had some dilemmas about what to wear today
Things You Ate Today: Quiznos salad
Things You Do When Bored: read
Things You Do For Comfort: bake and then eat it
Four Places You Have Been Today:
Home and work
Three Things on Your Desk Right Now:
Water bottle, lotion, stapler
Two Choices:
Coffee or Tea: Neither
Spring or summer: Spring
One Place You Want to Visit:
Paris
Season: Fall
Color: RedTime: dusk
Food: Calamari Tacos at Cuba Libre (this changes each month for me!)
Drink: Fresca
Ice Cream: Vanilla
Place: Home
Sport: College football
Actor: George Clooney
Actress: Catherine Zeta JonesNine
Currents
Feeling: Restless
Drink: Water
Time: 4:25
Show on TV: I’m at work so I can’t watch TV
Mobile Used: Motorola Razr
Windows open: None
Underwear: None (I had to go commando today with the dress I'm wearing)
Clothes: Brown BR wrap dress, 4 inch brown platforms
Thought: zzzzzzzzZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz
Eight Firsts
Nickname: Tak
Kiss: Cornelius Scott (3rd Grade)
Crush: same as above
Best Friend: Molly
Vehicle I owned: Ford Explorer Sport
Job: HEB
Date: Aaron VonFlatern; he took me to Olive Garden on his birthday. Too sweet! Much to say, I loved Olive Garden back in the day. LOVED it.
Pet: Zita, chihuahua.
Seven Lasts
Drink: SoBe fruit drink
Kiss: Summer Associate
Meal: Quiznos Flat bread salad (and yes, they give you a real fork!)
Web Site Visited: Yammell's
Movie Watched: Miss Congeniality 2 (What can I say, it was on HBO and I was bored the other night)
Phone Call: Erica
TV Watched: Mavs v. Miami
Six Have You Evers
Broken the Law: Yes
Been Drunk: Yes
Kissed Someone You Didn't Know: Yes
Been in the Middle of/Close to Gunfire: No, but I think the ones that have need to share!
Skinny Dipped: Yes
Broken Someone's Heart: Yes
Five Things:
You Hear Right Now: someone walking
On Your Bed: lots & lots of clothes, had some dilemmas about what to wear today
Things You Ate Today: Quiznos salad
Things You Do When Bored: read
Things You Do For Comfort: bake and then eat it
Four Places You Have Been Today:
Home and work
Three Things on Your Desk Right Now:
Water bottle, lotion, stapler
Two Choices:
Coffee or Tea: Neither
Spring or summer: Spring
One Place You Want to Visit:
Paris
(Cosmo) Confessions
I should have known Summer Associate would spell TROUBLE.
Let's see it's been two days since Game 3; when the debauchery began. I've never embarked on an office romance before, so if anyone has any advice, make your mark on the comments, and because I'm gonna need it.
Let me preface this by telling you all there is another one sided office flirtation. The mail room clerk likes me. I know because of the way he acts when he delivers my mail and he asked me to lunch once, I turned him down saying I had tentative plans--which I did, too bad they were to go to Target rather than eat. But he is too young for me and I don't know how to tell him that, so the easier way?
Flirt with Summer Associate allover this firm. Or kiss him allover the firm…
Yesterday after ignoring Summer Associate's "Lunch" email for a good part of the morning, I finally opened it and found out that poor thing was locked out of the parking garage after I dropped him off. Turns out the garage closes at 10PM weeknights. Who knew that? Feeling guilty, I laughed my way down to his office. I took a stack of papers with me to look official. What happens behind closed doors stays on the blog post: Yeah, we stole a couple smackaroos. I am fun times what can I say?!?
He had to pay for a cab to get home; naturally, I felt he deserved some kisses.
Later, that afternoon, we had a happy hour in office, neither of us went*, we went to the Starbucks downstairs and chilled. I felt it necessary to talk to the boy after all the lip locking…then more some on the elevator ride back up to his office.
After this, I am determined to quit and yeah it's only been a day, but I'm thinking, where is this going? Where could this lead? S-E-X in the office is all I could think of, and I don't want to be that Cosmo Confession Girl, do I?
This morning he surprised me by waiting for me outside the famed close early parking garage, I was shocked, no floored…what did I do for this stalker treatment?
But it was nice.
He asked me out again and again I had to say no, due to plans. He sure must think I'm fooling one over him?!? Poor thing, but the kisses, they are that good, I just want to keep taking stacks of papers to his office. I don't know the rules; can you corrupt a summer intern?
Cut to us in the mail room with mail boy sitting there, watching: We are playing the complete fools that we are and are flirting shamelessly with each other. It was so sad. I would hate me.
But when it rains, it pours.
I went to a car wash to uhm, get my car washed during lunch. I parked my car under a tree and since I walk to work most of the time, my car stayed under the tree for 2 days; so there was 2 days worth of bird poop caked and baked on my car. It was disgusting.
I tried one of those have the guys wash, vacuum, and shine your car, while you wait, car washes. I usually just pay the additional $8 when I fill up on gas and get Mobil's cheapo car wash; but the poop. Ew.
Little did I know, the car wash---Uptown Car Wash for all you Dallasites is full of busy, young professionals during lunch! It was a free-for-all. So while sitting there, I put Teresa Strasser's tactics to use and invaded a guy's personal space--it wasn't that hard, especially since it was packed like sardines in there.
Conversation was struck up with Gary (I'm already liking that name; I've never met a Gary before and it sounds so 'grown-up'). We exchanged business cards. Within two hours, an email popped up from Gary.
And that marks the quickest turnaround I've ever had. Too bad it’s Thursday and I don’t accept dates for the weekend past Wednesday (call me crazy); but seriously, I'm all booked up for the weekend.
*One person firmly noted my absence at said event. But are all the happy hours mandatory? It's not like there won't be another one next week!
Let's see it's been two days since Game 3; when the debauchery began. I've never embarked on an office romance before, so if anyone has any advice, make your mark on the comments, and because I'm gonna need it.
Let me preface this by telling you all there is another one sided office flirtation. The mail room clerk likes me. I know because of the way he acts when he delivers my mail and he asked me to lunch once, I turned him down saying I had tentative plans--which I did, too bad they were to go to Target rather than eat. But he is too young for me and I don't know how to tell him that, so the easier way?
Flirt with Summer Associate allover this firm. Or kiss him allover the firm…
Yesterday after ignoring Summer Associate's "Lunch" email for a good part of the morning, I finally opened it and found out that poor thing was locked out of the parking garage after I dropped him off. Turns out the garage closes at 10PM weeknights. Who knew that? Feeling guilty, I laughed my way down to his office. I took a stack of papers with me to look official. What happens behind closed doors stays on the blog post: Yeah, we stole a couple smackaroos. I am fun times what can I say?!?
He had to pay for a cab to get home; naturally, I felt he deserved some kisses.
Later, that afternoon, we had a happy hour in office, neither of us went*, we went to the Starbucks downstairs and chilled. I felt it necessary to talk to the boy after all the lip locking…then more some on the elevator ride back up to his office.
After this, I am determined to quit and yeah it's only been a day, but I'm thinking, where is this going? Where could this lead? S-E-X in the office is all I could think of, and I don't want to be that Cosmo Confession Girl, do I?
This morning he surprised me by waiting for me outside the famed close early parking garage, I was shocked, no floored…what did I do for this stalker treatment?
But it was nice.
He asked me out again and again I had to say no, due to plans. He sure must think I'm fooling one over him?!? Poor thing, but the kisses, they are that good, I just want to keep taking stacks of papers to his office. I don't know the rules; can you corrupt a summer intern?
Cut to us in the mail room with mail boy sitting there, watching: We are playing the complete fools that we are and are flirting shamelessly with each other. It was so sad. I would hate me.
But when it rains, it pours.
I went to a car wash to uhm, get my car washed during lunch. I parked my car under a tree and since I walk to work most of the time, my car stayed under the tree for 2 days; so there was 2 days worth of bird poop caked and baked on my car. It was disgusting.
I tried one of those have the guys wash, vacuum, and shine your car, while you wait, car washes. I usually just pay the additional $8 when I fill up on gas and get Mobil's cheapo car wash; but the poop. Ew.
Little did I know, the car wash---Uptown Car Wash for all you Dallasites is full of busy, young professionals during lunch! It was a free-for-all. So while sitting there, I put Teresa Strasser's tactics to use and invaded a guy's personal space--it wasn't that hard, especially since it was packed like sardines in there.
Conversation was struck up with Gary (I'm already liking that name; I've never met a Gary before and it sounds so 'grown-up'). We exchanged business cards. Within two hours, an email popped up from Gary.
And that marks the quickest turnaround I've ever had. Too bad it’s Thursday and I don’t accept dates for the weekend past Wednesday (call me crazy); but seriously, I'm all booked up for the weekend.
*One person firmly noted my absence at said event. But are all the happy hours mandatory? It's not like there won't be another one next week!
Wednesday, June 14
Summer Lovin'
A month. My friend Erica gave me 2 weeks. I said it would never happen.
It took me one month until I made out with one of our firm's summer associates. Done.
Not just any summer associate…the hot one I've been making goo goo eyes with for over a month. Naturally it happened when I so didn't expect: 1. I had on no make up and 2. Neither of us was drunk.
Not that I need to be made up to make out…but we're talking hot summer associate here and not even a swipe of lip-gloss.
And I don't need to be drunk but, given the circumstances, you'd think we were.
An associate invited all to watch last night's game at his house. I was reluctant to go at first because this particular associate is a lurker. I swear he has no work because he is always lurking around our department and our floor--his office is 3 floors down and he never does anything with us. He just lurks about. It's creepy. Once I found out the summer associates were also invited, hmm, my hoochie mama perked up and invite accepted.
I ran first, due to a lunch over indulgence. Took a quick shower, pulled on a tee shirt, jeans (not the sexy ones), sneakers, no make-up, and no jewelry. I don't know what I was thinking because I knew he'd be there?!?!
I realized I was sans make-up when I pulled into the drive of Lurker's house. Whoop, there he was Mr. Summer Associate looking hot.
Shockingly, it was not me that leaned into my personal space and asked me if I had seen the backyard of Lurker's house. That is such a Golightly move I cannot begin to tell you.
And it wasn't me that touched my arm or led me into rooms with his hand on my back.
But it was me that offered him a ride to his car (back at the office parking garage) and it was me that took him back to my place, after he asked where I lived. For the curious--nothing past kissing happened.
It is me that is hoping he doesn't come up to my department today and it is me not opening his email titled "Lunch".
It took me one month until I made out with one of our firm's summer associates. Done.
Not just any summer associate…the hot one I've been making goo goo eyes with for over a month. Naturally it happened when I so didn't expect: 1. I had on no make up and 2. Neither of us was drunk.
Not that I need to be made up to make out…but we're talking hot summer associate here and not even a swipe of lip-gloss.
And I don't need to be drunk but, given the circumstances, you'd think we were.
An associate invited all to watch last night's game at his house. I was reluctant to go at first because this particular associate is a lurker. I swear he has no work because he is always lurking around our department and our floor--his office is 3 floors down and he never does anything with us. He just lurks about. It's creepy. Once I found out the summer associates were also invited, hmm, my hoochie mama perked up and invite accepted.
I ran first, due to a lunch over indulgence. Took a quick shower, pulled on a tee shirt, jeans (not the sexy ones), sneakers, no make-up, and no jewelry. I don't know what I was thinking because I knew he'd be there?!?!
I realized I was sans make-up when I pulled into the drive of Lurker's house. Whoop, there he was Mr. Summer Associate looking hot.
Shockingly, it was not me that leaned into my personal space and asked me if I had seen the backyard of Lurker's house. That is such a Golightly move I cannot begin to tell you.
And it wasn't me that touched my arm or led me into rooms with his hand on my back.
But it was me that offered him a ride to his car (back at the office parking garage) and it was me that took him back to my place, after he asked where I lived. For the curious--nothing past kissing happened.
It is me that is hoping he doesn't come up to my department today and it is me not opening his email titled "Lunch".
Tuesday, June 13
Deep Conversations About Sour Apple Lollipops, Basically Nothing
This past Saturday, I found the Crate and Barrel Outlet store.
TROUBLE. The place is a kitchen lovers dream. Most of the stock is kitchen and dining items. No furniture--which is why I went. I am looking for a bar cart...know where to find one?
I've been looking for over a year. In this month's Domino; they torture me with a story on bar carts. At the outlet store I found the greatest find of all: an egg poaching pan.
Eggs Benedict for everyone! At least every day this week for me. And I have decided to leave hollaindaise sauce up to master chefs because each time I try to make it, my stomach takes a somersault; but it does fine when at a restaurant.
My mother told me the other day, that I need to date a chef. Duh. It seems to be the only major profession I have not dated…should that tell me something? But I don't know because I am real anal to other people in my kitchen. I don't even like for people to help themselves in there or clean up. Whatever you do, don’t clean my kitchen when you are finished. It could look like War of Pies in there, I'll do it and I'll be happy to do it. Just put down the sponge.
Speaking of dating and being anal, did you catch ABC's How to Get the Guy?
When did Teresa Strasser become a dating expert? When? Did she put down the hammer and say, "Now I want to be a relationship guru"?
I was laughing my butt off last night. The pee in my pants moment was when Teresa told the Party Girl that she has a wonderful charming personality and is an attractive girl…like 4 drinks ago. Brutal. Honesty.
Then there was the Girl Next Door---which I didn't get because she sure did seem balls to wall brave when they took her out on her experiment. They challenged her to give a guy 4 seconds of eye contact and to invade his personal space.
Girl Next Door was all up in men's spaces and gutsy when it came to initiating conversations with them. And she was the quiet one?!?
Don't get me started on Ms. Looking for a Perfect Man and the Zen girl (I'm rolling my eyes). Why are they in San Francisco? WHY?
I had to agree with the women when they said there are more single women than men, I've been there, believe me, the only ones that hit on me were old Italian men that were serving me food.
TROUBLE. The place is a kitchen lovers dream. Most of the stock is kitchen and dining items. No furniture--which is why I went. I am looking for a bar cart...know where to find one?
I've been looking for over a year. In this month's Domino; they torture me with a story on bar carts. At the outlet store I found the greatest find of all: an egg poaching pan.
Eggs Benedict for everyone! At least every day this week for me. And I have decided to leave hollaindaise sauce up to master chefs because each time I try to make it, my stomach takes a somersault; but it does fine when at a restaurant.
My mother told me the other day, that I need to date a chef. Duh. It seems to be the only major profession I have not dated…should that tell me something? But I don't know because I am real anal to other people in my kitchen. I don't even like for people to help themselves in there or clean up. Whatever you do, don’t clean my kitchen when you are finished. It could look like War of Pies in there, I'll do it and I'll be happy to do it. Just put down the sponge.
Speaking of dating and being anal, did you catch ABC's How to Get the Guy?
When did Teresa Strasser become a dating expert? When? Did she put down the hammer and say, "Now I want to be a relationship guru"?
I was laughing my butt off last night. The pee in my pants moment was when Teresa told the Party Girl that she has a wonderful charming personality and is an attractive girl…like 4 drinks ago. Brutal. Honesty.
Then there was the Girl Next Door---which I didn't get because she sure did seem balls to wall brave when they took her out on her experiment. They challenged her to give a guy 4 seconds of eye contact and to invade his personal space.
Girl Next Door was all up in men's spaces and gutsy when it came to initiating conversations with them. And she was the quiet one?!?
Don't get me started on Ms. Looking for a Perfect Man and the Zen girl (I'm rolling my eyes). Why are they in San Francisco? WHY?
I had to agree with the women when they said there are more single women than men, I've been there, believe me, the only ones that hit on me were old Italian men that were serving me food.
Tuesday, June 6
The Break-Up
Note to self, when you go to a movie alone, make sure the movie doesn't reflect anything dramatic happening in your own life. I was a teary eyed mess and wanted to grab onto the boyfriend of the couple seated on my right, because the girl of the couple on my left had the girl sitting next to me. It was rough.
But the movie? Each scene you have seen in every ad for The Break-Up is ten times funnier in the film. And the tears, holey moley I didn't think it was going to be that sad. That could be a reflection of art mirroring life. But I wouldn't choose Jennifer Aniston to play me. She was cute and funny; and I really did feel for her.
2nd Note to Self: Just because you trip in a store doesn't mean you have to buy the shoes. My feet? They hurt. Prior to the movie I wandered the mall and fell into Steve Madden. Then I fell in Steve Madden while trying on 4 inch heels. Patent black wedges. Super cute! Except I thought it'd be so much cuter if I tried the shoe on, while standing up, with pant leg cuffed up...Uh huh--heel caught in pant cuff, Golightly falls. On. The. Hard. Floor.
Mother...!
3rd Note to Self: Just because you saw a movie alone, doesn't mean we should continue the date with ourselves and take it to a restaurant. Eating and drinking. Again. And alone. It's not as depressing as it reads. I really wanted a champagne cocktail (I was missing those French lemonades) and a goat cheese tart from Toulouse--my new fave place in the city. Super-cute! Luckily this time my stomach stomached it out. No problems today.
4th Note to Self: REMOVE THE INTERNATIONAL CALLING PLAN FROM YOUR CELL PHONE.
Drunk call to Mexico last night? 45 minutes. Price of drunken call to Mexico? Aiyee...I so don't want to know. Trying to interpret Mexican-Italian phone sex? Priceless.
But the movie? Each scene you have seen in every ad for The Break-Up is ten times funnier in the film. And the tears, holey moley I didn't think it was going to be that sad. That could be a reflection of art mirroring life. But I wouldn't choose Jennifer Aniston to play me. She was cute and funny; and I really did feel for her.
2nd Note to Self: Just because you trip in a store doesn't mean you have to buy the shoes. My feet? They hurt. Prior to the movie I wandered the mall and fell into Steve Madden. Then I fell in Steve Madden while trying on 4 inch heels. Patent black wedges. Super cute! Except I thought it'd be so much cuter if I tried the shoe on, while standing up, with pant leg cuffed up...Uh huh--heel caught in pant cuff, Golightly falls. On. The. Hard. Floor.
Mother...!
3rd Note to Self: Just because you saw a movie alone, doesn't mean we should continue the date with ourselves and take it to a restaurant. Eating and drinking. Again. And alone. It's not as depressing as it reads. I really wanted a champagne cocktail (I was missing those French lemonades) and a goat cheese tart from Toulouse--my new fave place in the city. Super-cute! Luckily this time my stomach stomached it out. No problems today.
4th Note to Self: REMOVE THE INTERNATIONAL CALLING PLAN FROM YOUR CELL PHONE.
Drunk call to Mexico last night? 45 minutes. Price of drunken call to Mexico? Aiyee...I so don't want to know. Trying to interpret Mexican-Italian phone sex? Priceless.
Monday, June 5
Party Time
In all my time as an InStyle subscriber, I have never planned any of the magazines' party ideas. Never.
I said that to Mari last night and she was speechless. I'm kind of shocked myself. Party planner I am and InStyle reader that I am---with each new issue, I flip straight to the back to see what type of party they planned for us that month.
Never fear. Sunday will mark the day that I will plan an InStyle party. Yep yep. It's time for a Summer Kick Off Cocktail hour.
Because because.
I was debatting whether to make cupcakes for the event as well--my own little addition to the plans. I was leaning to no, but after the weekend I've had---Cupcakes, for everyone! I need one. And I've been saying that for the past month, so I know y'all are saying "Eat one, already!". I know, I know. Can we discuss how they are very accessible? At the grocery store, the bakeries, the cupcake shops, and holey moley--they are even at the gas station. Uhm hmm. I'm shocked I've gone this long without one. Or baking for that matter…
For those of you concerned over my half a lemon in the fridge: dunzo. Went home during lunch and whipped up a couple of eggs benedict. Yep. Breakfast as lunch. What can I tell you?
Yesterday morning, in my hangover cloud, I wanted some so badly and the restaurant we were at stopped serving breakfast (oh don't get me started on how Hot Fun Waiter didn't warn us of that when we ordered orange juice. Can it get more obvious than orange juice and we're wearing sunglasses at this table, indoors. HELLO! We're hung over and we just want some f*cking french toast! Thank goodness he was hot. Yes, Erica--all the boys in OK are hot. I'm sure there is an ugly one somewhere…)
So I ate the eggs benedict that I made from scratch and am bearing the stomach pain now. I don't think the milk and butter were hot enough to cook the egg yolk for the hollaindaise sauce----OMG, are you still with me? I think I lost a few of you in that sentence if not before.
Back to what this is about. I'm hosting a summer kickoff cocktail hour this Sunday. Drinks galore. Mini eats galore. And possibly cupcakes. Possibly. This time I'm leaving the party planning paranoia on my pantry shelf.
I said that to Mari last night and she was speechless. I'm kind of shocked myself. Party planner I am and InStyle reader that I am---with each new issue, I flip straight to the back to see what type of party they planned for us that month.
Never fear. Sunday will mark the day that I will plan an InStyle party. Yep yep. It's time for a Summer Kick Off Cocktail hour.
Because because.
I was debatting whether to make cupcakes for the event as well--my own little addition to the plans. I was leaning to no, but after the weekend I've had---Cupcakes, for everyone! I need one. And I've been saying that for the past month, so I know y'all are saying "Eat one, already!". I know, I know. Can we discuss how they are very accessible? At the grocery store, the bakeries, the cupcake shops, and holey moley--they are even at the gas station. Uhm hmm. I'm shocked I've gone this long without one. Or baking for that matter…
For those of you concerned over my half a lemon in the fridge: dunzo. Went home during lunch and whipped up a couple of eggs benedict. Yep. Breakfast as lunch. What can I tell you?
Yesterday morning, in my hangover cloud, I wanted some so badly and the restaurant we were at stopped serving breakfast (oh don't get me started on how Hot Fun Waiter didn't warn us of that when we ordered orange juice. Can it get more obvious than orange juice and we're wearing sunglasses at this table, indoors. HELLO! We're hung over and we just want some f*cking french toast! Thank goodness he was hot. Yes, Erica--all the boys in OK are hot. I'm sure there is an ugly one somewhere…)
So I ate the eggs benedict that I made from scratch and am bearing the stomach pain now. I don't think the milk and butter were hot enough to cook the egg yolk for the hollaindaise sauce----OMG, are you still with me? I think I lost a few of you in that sentence if not before.
Back to what this is about. I'm hosting a summer kickoff cocktail hour this Sunday. Drinks galore. Mini eats galore. And possibly cupcakes. Possibly. This time I'm leaving the party planning paranoia on my pantry shelf.
An Okie, y Latina, and Me
The boat is still rocking as I type this up. The weekend was mucho mucho fun. Thanks, to all!
Friday night was drunk as a skunk, blaming French lemonade (I think that's what they were) at the Old Monk and mojitos at Cuba Libre. It was a great night with AP and Aerin. Maybe slightly embarrassing that I think I was the loud girl at the bar, stuffing calamari tacos down my throat. Oh. Well.
Then it was on to pick up Bev (sorry I was late) and we headed to TABC, where I nursed a Diet Coke at the bar. Diet Coke at the bar---I'm not weak; I just knew we had to wake up early for brunch. And we all know I do anything for food. Anything.
Saturday it was off to the lake. And let me just ask this: Are all boys from Oklahoma hot? Is there something they are not sharing with the rest of the country? I wish I could say I was drinking with the rest of them, but I had to nurse a water bottle because the boat? It rocks and I was still feeling the effect of French lemonade.
Later after one strong margarita, I was ready to eat. Too bad, Bev wasn't and needed to sleep off that one margarita. I had such a blast driving into town with Mr. Okie and hitting my first dive bar. $1.25 longnecks? Karoke? Lesbian hitting on me? BRING IT ON. Because the Black girl was in town having a blast. And I think it was time the small town folks discovered the Black fun.
Too bad the boat still rocks when you are trying to sleep it off. Oh. My. I still feel it rocking while typing. Where is the Dramamine?
Friday night was drunk as a skunk, blaming French lemonade (I think that's what they were) at the Old Monk and mojitos at Cuba Libre. It was a great night with AP and Aerin. Maybe slightly embarrassing that I think I was the loud girl at the bar, stuffing calamari tacos down my throat. Oh. Well.
Then it was on to pick up Bev (sorry I was late) and we headed to TABC, where I nursed a Diet Coke at the bar. Diet Coke at the bar---I'm not weak; I just knew we had to wake up early for brunch. And we all know I do anything for food. Anything.
Saturday it was off to the lake. And let me just ask this: Are all boys from Oklahoma hot? Is there something they are not sharing with the rest of the country? I wish I could say I was drinking with the rest of them, but I had to nurse a water bottle because the boat? It rocks and I was still feeling the effect of French lemonade.
Later after one strong margarita, I was ready to eat. Too bad, Bev wasn't and needed to sleep off that one margarita. I had such a blast driving into town with Mr. Okie and hitting my first dive bar. $1.25 longnecks? Karoke? Lesbian hitting on me? BRING IT ON. Because the Black girl was in town having a blast. And I think it was time the small town folks discovered the Black fun.
Too bad the boat still rocks when you are trying to sleep it off. Oh. My. I still feel it rocking while typing. Where is the Dramamine?
Friday, June 2
Five
Five things in my fridge:
1. bags of salad: Incredible made a comment the other day saying it looks like a rabbit lives in there, so maybe it's too much. I fall for the 2 bags for $5 sales at the grocery store. You can never have too much salad, right?
2. half an orange, half a lemon in the same tupperware. I only needed half of each to make pesto from scratch. I had the intentions of using the lemon for eggs benedict but cereal is so much faster during the work week mornings. I never eat oranges. Maybe they'll find a home in the trash soon.
3. 2 whole wheat english muffins. They are probably stale by now. I use them for when I make eggs benedict, see above.
4. orange juice. Got to get vitamin C somehow.
5. Fresca. The best soda in the world. The. Best.
Five things in my SUV:
1. a wine box; used it for when I moved. I plan to throw it out tonight.
2. an umbrella. This is a car staple, there have been too many times that I've been caught in the rain.
3. 2 mixed tapes (laugh) I don't have a CD player in my car (nor an iPod). What? You don't have a tape deck?!
4. a bag full of clothes that need to be donated; they've been there since last year. I'll admit the pile has gotten smaller due to regretting about even thinking about getting rid of some of the items.
5. insurance card. In the glove box.
Five things in my closet
1. clothes
2. shoes
3. jewelry
4. purses
5. belts
This is an odd one. Did someone add this in as a joke?
Five things in my purse
1. chapstick. Cherry flavored, I hate, hate, hate chapped lips.
2. planner. Yes I have one and I write everything down in it. It gives me a great sense of nostalgia of back in the school days when you just had to have one. And can we note how less busy we were back then.
3. wallet. Duh.
4. cell phone. If I remember or can find it.
5. mail. I get my mail in the mornings before I leave for work, sometimes I can find unopened due bills in my purse.
Five people I'm tagging
Do it if you want, enjoy. I dare someone to remove the 'closet' question. Come. On.
1. bags of salad: Incredible made a comment the other day saying it looks like a rabbit lives in there, so maybe it's too much. I fall for the 2 bags for $5 sales at the grocery store. You can never have too much salad, right?
2. half an orange, half a lemon in the same tupperware. I only needed half of each to make pesto from scratch. I had the intentions of using the lemon for eggs benedict but cereal is so much faster during the work week mornings. I never eat oranges. Maybe they'll find a home in the trash soon.
3. 2 whole wheat english muffins. They are probably stale by now. I use them for when I make eggs benedict, see above.
4. orange juice. Got to get vitamin C somehow.
5. Fresca. The best soda in the world. The. Best.
Five things in my SUV:
1. a wine box; used it for when I moved. I plan to throw it out tonight.
2. an umbrella. This is a car staple, there have been too many times that I've been caught in the rain.
3. 2 mixed tapes (laugh) I don't have a CD player in my car (nor an iPod). What? You don't have a tape deck?!
4. a bag full of clothes that need to be donated; they've been there since last year. I'll admit the pile has gotten smaller due to regretting about even thinking about getting rid of some of the items.
5. insurance card. In the glove box.
Five things in my closet
1. clothes
2. shoes
3. jewelry
4. purses
5. belts
This is an odd one. Did someone add this in as a joke?
Five things in my purse
1. chapstick. Cherry flavored, I hate, hate, hate chapped lips.
2. planner. Yes I have one and I write everything down in it. It gives me a great sense of nostalgia of back in the school days when you just had to have one. And can we note how less busy we were back then.
3. wallet. Duh.
4. cell phone. If I remember or can find it.
5. mail. I get my mail in the mornings before I leave for work, sometimes I can find unopened due bills in my purse.
Five people I'm tagging
Do it if you want, enjoy. I dare someone to remove the 'closet' question. Come. On.
Thursday, June 1
Have Yourself a Happy. Period.
Ticket bought! Hello, Chicago. I'm so excited.
Things are turning around over here.
Boss Lady apologized. Let's note after trying really hard avoiding me all day. Uhm hmm.
I'm going to the lake with Bev and uhm, Okie, is it a secret? I am not sure…
I'm not big on lakes because I so will not get in contained natural bodies of water. Crazy? That means oceans are okay, rivers maybe, but lakes--NO. And I've been reading too much about bird flu being carried by lake birds. Unh unh, I'll stay on the boat deck and wave to you both with my free hand, while a nice cold one is in my other hand.
Oh yeah and I am going to freaking Chicago! Best city in the world. The trip is planned for mid-September: Fall. I am so excited. I cannot think of a better trip than one to a city while the season is clicking to cooler weather. I love cities in the Fall. Strolling the parks, walking the pier, shopping, and the, yes, yes, yes: Eating!
That's all that is new with me. What's new with you?
Things are turning around over here.
Boss Lady apologized. Let's note after trying really hard avoiding me all day. Uhm hmm.
I'm going to the lake with Bev and uhm, Okie, is it a secret? I am not sure…
I'm not big on lakes because I so will not get in contained natural bodies of water. Crazy? That means oceans are okay, rivers maybe, but lakes--NO. And I've been reading too much about bird flu being carried by lake birds. Unh unh, I'll stay on the boat deck and wave to you both with my free hand, while a nice cold one is in my other hand.
Oh yeah and I am going to freaking Chicago! Best city in the world. The trip is planned for mid-September: Fall. I am so excited. I cannot think of a better trip than one to a city while the season is clicking to cooler weather. I love cities in the Fall. Strolling the parks, walking the pier, shopping, and the, yes, yes, yes: Eating!
That's all that is new with me. What's new with you?
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