I kinda like you
maybe a little bit.
Okay, maybe a whole lotta
I’m not afraid to admit.
humor
Facebook Stalking Anyone?
I’m not sure how I feel about Facebook yet. Oh yeah, I’m a daily user and peruser but I have mixed feelings about it. On one hand, it’s been fun to reconnect with old friends. On the other, it can make me feel kinda creepy in a stalkerish sort of way. And this isn’t the 80’s anymore. It’s no longer cool – or romantic – to stalk anyone. Sorry, John Cusack, your boom-box stunt would now get you arrested and a restraining order slapped on you. Ah, the 80’s.
caroljones
I almost hit caroljones today.
not on purpose – I think.
I turned the corner
and there she was, walking to work.
The Avenging Unicorn
I am jealous. Today a coworker brought in a present she received from a friend. Her friend sends her the most awesome toys. Last week she brought in a Zombie Apocalypse action figure set. Complete with a dog running around with a severed human (er, zombie) arm. I know what you’re thinking, how can that possibly be topped? With three words that’s how, The Avenging Unicorn.
The Joy of Domesticity
My sister, NJ, and I went grocery shopping together the other day. She confided in me, “There are two things I hate to do, shopping and laundry.” As opposed to those who just enjoy the heck out of performing these two tasks? I have never met a single person who has confessed loving to do either chore, myself included. Granted, I haven’t asked every single person in this big world. I know there are different strokes for different folks so it wouldn’t surprise me to eventually meet someone who gets giddy grocery shopping or who loves doing laundry. To that person I have two little words: you freak.
A Dream is Just a Dream. Really.
I don’t put much stock into dreams. At least, not my dreams. I know there are websites galore to explain dreams and to provide interpretation, blah, blah, blah.
My dreams are usually a mesh-up of my day. They are in color and typically have the feel of a movie (product of this generation, I suppose. I wonder what dreams looked like pre-Hollywood? Do you think the ancient Greeks dreamed of constellations?).
Welcome to Wonderful, Windy Wyoming!
Here’s a little secret: Wyoming can be quite windy sometimes. Okay, most days. If you ever meet a Wyomingite out-of-state, you might have to catch us when we fall. We tend to lean into the wind when we walk. If there’s no resistance, we just topple over. Yes, I made that up. Sorta.
How Important is Context, Really?
How important is context in the following overheard conversation? What picture did you draw in your mind – is it rude or just informative?
Am I Covered for This?
Oh hello. I was just explaining to your associate James the nature of my claim. Again? Alright I will explain it one more time but I do wish you will keep better notes than your coworkers. After all, this is the fourth time I will relate the matter. It is getting tiresome.
Little Wyo in the Big Apple
A couple weekends ago, I went to New York City for the first time. When I told people my plans, it elicited two typical responses. The pretentious, “I love New York!” or the “I’ve never been but I’ve always wanted to go.” And since I suffer from MCS (Middle Child Syndrome) I milked the perceived jealousy from the second response so much it went sour.
After finding out about my impending trip, the next question was always, “How long are you staying?” I answered the question honestly once. At least, I started to answer it honestly once but as the words were coming out I noticed the expression on the other person’s face. The words trailed off and I realized this needed to be answered vaguely to avoid the “Are you crazy?” question.
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