dear greg,

Thanks for scaring me half to death last night in our dark hallway. I'm sure I would have wet myself if I hadn't just exited the bathroom. I guess seeing you laugh that hard at me screaming and slapping your chest and then crying from laughter was worth it. The story may have been different had I peed my pants. That doesn't change my need for payback, however...

pop!

Confession: I have been in love with Bubble Wrap my whole life. It's just satisfying to hear those little bubbles pop. I know I'm not alone here...

Growing up with a salesman Dad meant receiving lots of samples in big boxes = Bubble Wrap. Growing up with 5 brothers meant we occasionally fought over who got the Bubble Wrap. I usually won. When I was feeling nice I shared with my little brother. I may not have felt nice as often as I should.

I would lay the Bubble Wrap carefully on the floor and run up and down the sheet until the 'popping' stopped. Then, I would methodically scan each row for unpopped bubbles to squish with my fingers.

That being said, you must understand why I need this calendar:

A bubble to pop for every day of the year? Genius.

I'm contemplating making my own. Now I just need Bubble Wrap. Who drew my name for Christmas again?

Isn't sealed air great?

london, france, underpants

Changing into workout clothes in the locker room is significantly more awkward when you wear garments.

Let's just say I recently had a close call at my work gym with a co-worker who doesn't share my religious preference and it was uncomfortable.

Anyone else had this experience?

brrrrrr

Welcome winter. I'm sitting at my desk (at work) with my coat on. I could really used a space heater right now, or at least a darker brown coat. I feel silly wearing tan pants and a tan coat at the same time. That's what I get for refusing to wear my black coat with my brown shirt/shoes combo today.

I'm a slave to fashion?

finally

This was originally going to be a multi-part post explaining why it's taken so long to show a picture of my Halloween costume. But I'm too tired (Lazy?) for that so here's the short version:

I was the designated photographer for the Halloween costume contest event and it didn't occur to me until almost too late that I didn't have any pictures taken of me. I realized this when I went to visit Greg's work in all their Halloween glory. Trust me when I say these people go all out with their yearly themes...

2009: Zombies
2008: The Wizard of Oz
2007: The Addams Family
2006: Pirates

So I had Greg snap a picture of me with his phone.

Then there was the need to transfer the photo from phone to computer and upload said photo to blog. This gets tricky when you don't have access to the internet at home.

Then I got the lovely flu. You would think with all that time at home I could have managed to accomplish this task. Wait, Greg's phone was with him at work so that doesn't work. Not to mention heating myself a bowl of chicken noodle soup was almost asking too much let alone photo transferring.

Then what I thought was a toothache was actually a sinus infection.

Now I have some other kind of cold/cough/walking pneumonia/cancer.

Ok, that last one was a bit of a stretch but you get my point. I'm tired and lazy and will probably spend my day off Friday sleeping - which is all I seem to be doing these days.

This is the short version?!?

Without further ado, I give you my white trash version of the Fly Guy:

Sadly the photo doesn't capture the awesomeness that was my hair
(It was all red and twisty).

costume revisited

I promise a photo is coming...

guernsey

I know this book is old news but there's bound to be someone out there who hasn't read it yet. The waiting list at the library was so long I finally caved in and bought it this week.


I started reading last night and had to pull myself away (after several hours of reading) so I could say I accomplished something before Greg got home from school (which doesn't happen until almost nine o'clock). Catch my drift? I haven't been swept up in a book like this for a while. I got a pit in my stomach when the main character did. I got butterflies when she did too. It's a definite must read.

Mom, you can borrow my copy.

Thanks for the tip all-of-blogdom.

costume

Want a sneak peek of my costume for work today?...



We call him the Fly Guy. Just wait until you see my version.

hairs 2

And now for the (poorly lit and awkwardly taken) reveal:

Before...

After...

O

k, someone has officially thought of everything. Don't you love a good drop cap? I know I do.


Random scale: 9