First thing I did
when I got into work this morning was take my Miss Piggy mug down to the
kitchen to wash it and fill it with delicious coffee. As the freshly brewed coffee dispersed into my
cup, I saw a disproportionate amount of bubbles (rather than the bit of foam
that sometimes occurs) indicating that I didn’t fully rinse the soap from my
cup. An hour later, I haven’t drunk the
coffee, but I haven’t gone downstairs to rectify the situation either. In case anyone was wondering how this week
was going to go…
Do you remember
those “Double Check” pictures in Highlights magazine when you would look
between two pictures and try to figure out what was different? That’s what I did at work all last week only
I was being a lot more judgmental as I was doing it. I had no idea highlights magazine would have
such a direct correlation or so effectively prepare me for my real world
career. The only way I could have made
things more interesting would have been if I had stared at the first image for
60 seconds then tried to write down the differences from memory. While
certainly more interesting, I’m not sure if my partners would have appreciated
the results.
The same partner
owns their own factory, and my co-worker was feeling very jealous about someone
owning their own Toy Factory. I sent
them an image for the Play-doh “Fun Factory” because my image search results
for Toy Factory were seriously not work-appropriate. Not having your own Toy Factory is sad, but
the fact that my co-worker never had a Play-doh Fun Factory made me feel
genuinely bad for him.
Ooh! I made Brookies
and Erika’s Hot Heaven for 13 of my co-workers.
Baking for an occasion isn’t as appreciated as random sweets on a
Wednesday. The night before I went
grocery shopping with Zach and he couldn’t wait to leave. There was so much pressure that I walked out
of the store with the baked good supplies, protein bars, cereal and some
juice. This would be considered
successful if our house wasn’t completely void of food. This is why we had to order Dominos at 11 am
on a Saturday btw.
Last week I dragged
some ladies at work to some very girlie girl stores in downtown Kirkland. On our way back we grabbed some subway and whilst
consuming our sandwiches, I was telling them about Lucas making his lunch the
night before. (He decided to pull out a
lunch box to bring it into school. The
lunch box he found was a Donald Duck container he got at Tokyo Disneyland that
I should have taken a picture of because it’s awesome.) The discussion
progressed to the lineage of Donald, Scrooge, and Huey, Duey and Louie. I thought it was a fabulous conversation, but
by the time I started breaking out the Mallard family tree, I had completely
lost Christy. It happens.
On Wednesday Dawne
and I played hooky from our story writing class. Instead, we had dinner with this guy who
Dawne thought was a potential match (which was a good enough reason as any to
skip class). His good attributes were
that he was a lot like Derek in that he was excellent at starting and
participating in conversations, was very curious about life, genuinely wanted
to know more about every subject, and as a result of this lifelong pursuit of
knowledge knew a wide variety of information.
On the downside (and unlike Derek) he was extremely pretentious. Lucas also got the same vibe, which is
probably why he started saying things like “You know that guy with the chopping
of the tree (George Washington) and the guy with kite thing (Ben Franklin)”
which he absolutely knew. And the guy
responded with, “And THIS is the result of the US educational system
folks.” When I was talking this over
with Zach later, he was like, “Yeah. I
knew you’d think he was pretentious.” Am
I that predictable?
My weekend was
pretty chill - hung out with Rach and BDug, hit up the dog park, made a trip
down to IKEA.
Me: Guess where
we’re going!?
Lucas: Home?
Zach: No. We’re going to your favorite place.
Lucas: Guitar
Center? Triple X? ChuckeCheese? Paint the town?
We went back and
forth like this for quite a while before he guessed that we were only ten
minutes from IKEA. While it was awesome
to have two boys to help carry things, I felt a lil rushed on the decision
making process and ended up with two pieces of furniture. When I got home, I had no idea if they would
work or if they were what I wanted, but they were the right color. That’s good logic right? I spent a good chunk of the weekend between
watching Breaking Bad and building/organizing.
I’m feeling pretty good about it – and I didn’t even need to call Diana,
organizer extraordinaire to help. : )
Shana: On my iPhone
the facebook app sometimes swaps people's profile pics. Because of habit I look to the profile pic to
see who people are instead of their name. I saw BDug's pic with the status: I'm
just incredibly grateful for the life I have and the people in it. ♥ I also noticed 2 people commented. Those comments were: Sean P--- “You are
absolutely amazing. ♥ “ and Jesse J--- “Yeah! I'm glad you’re in my life, and
that I get to sit next to you!” I was about to hit send on: Riiiiight, you're
incredibly grateful for the bottle in your hand and the 11 empties on the floor
when I thought for a moment “Why would BDug say such a thing and who are these
people commenting and why aren’t they being snarky?” Then I decide to look at
the name and it's from a chick I work with.
I shook my fist at fb for fooling me.
damn glitch!!
See… I try not to
comment on those updated because no matter what I want to say, it will
immediately sound horrendous compared to the supportive, loving messages from
those other genuine friends. *sigh*
Shana: I’m watching
The River and waiting for DinoCroc to show up.
S-Dawg will put his name on anything these days.
Zach: You gotta sell
out sometime in your career – that’s the whole point of being successful.
(I guess I should
mention I started calling Spielberg “S-Dawg” after Jordan said he was at
“Steven’s house” one day. I thought if
the whole house referred to him as “S-Dawg” Jordan would slip up and call him
that and hilarity would ensue. Way to
remember that Shana Dueux!)
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