Complete Randomness...

Yesterday I was getting out of my car for work that morning and I happened to pull in the same time as one of the managing partners here. As I got out of my car, turned on the alarm and walked off, he looked at me and said: "Very impressive!" I asked him how did he mean. "I have never seen a women get out of the car that fast in my life. It takes my wife at least 15 minutes." I explained to him that it was simply because I had my lunch and purse sitting on the seat next to me. "Again, impressive. Forethought."

Wow, its amazing at how people are surprised by some of the most simple tasks in life. Later that same day, I had to take him some papers from the copier and with every time that I come into his office I always say "knock knock" I don't want to be rude and just walk in there. Well, he always says "Who's there?" Well, yesterday and mentioned the fact that I never answer him. I said "I'm just not that witty." He instructed him to look some comebacks up on google and get back to him. Ha! So, today, I shall and the next time that I enter his office, I'll be prepared.

Later yesterday, I had my night class that lasts for four hours (or at least it is suppose to). We were playing "Super Jeopardy" in preparation for our final coming up soon. I had the Will terms down, the trusts down, but damn those taxes. Why? Why must we pay taxes when we die? Granted most don't have to pay estate tax because there are few whose estates are worth over a million, but did you know that your administrator\executor has to file income tax on your for the past year of your life?

Anyway, I was in second place when it came time for the final question. I was trying to be smart and wager only half of my points. Well, I got Medicare and Medicaid confused and missed the points and ended up in third. Apparently Medicaid will pay 100% of your hospital stay after an approved hospital visit for 20 days. I put down three days, which is what Medicare pays for at 100%. Oh well, I'll take my miserable one extra credit point. At least I got one, and now I know what I really need to focus on for the final exam.

Moving on... I have a lot to do before this quarter can end, especially before next Wednesday. I have two projects to wrap up, posts to finish online and e-mails to send, watch a movie and write an extra credit paper on it and help a friend with hers.

I cannot believe that it is this time again. At least I have the tuition part covered. I went to the financial aid office and was able to cover this upcoming quarter entirely. I only have to pay for my books this time. Woot woot my Friends, woot woot!

Now, I shall end this blog and get on with it.

Ouch, ouch, oooouch!

Yesterday was a great day. Not only was I still recuperating from my sunburn (my skin feels like it is sizzling), but I also had personal training. We have been doubling up lately since my trainer is about to leave for Russia for a two month long stint. She has found me a replacement for while she is gone, and he scares me. Ahhhh, I told her to hurry back. Anyway...

I told her when I got there that I have been really stupid over the weekend and would really appreciate it if we laid off the legs for a little. She said fine and told me to warm up on the row machine while she figured out something for us to do. True to her nature, it was no easy task. Free weights are not my friends. There is this exercise that she calls the skull crushers, and that is exactly what I almost did! One slip of the hand and I would no longer require a trainer but a doctor.

I know that I am getting stronger though. She kept raising the resistance on the row machine to its max and she kept getting heavier weights for my arms. She also had a good laugh every time I screamed in agony and when I made my angry faces. It was a good workout though, lots of sweat and she said that she was impressed with me. Yay!!!!

Now, I shall take it easy the rest of the week. It would be bad if I happen to vomit all over the gym floor. We must make good impressions!

Run, Crash and Burn...

What a weekend. So, where did it all start? I say that it did with Friday.

My air conditioner had been out for two weeks straight, and I had grown accustom to cold showers. Finally, my landlady found a company that she liked to come out and do the job. So, I took Friday off from work so they could do the repairs. They gave me the estimate of five hours total to do the job. (Awesome).

To make sure that they day wasn't a complete waste on my part, I decided that morning I would cut the grass. When I woke up that morning, ready for the day (8:00), it was raining, and raining. Okay, guess cutting the grass is out. Then I waited for the repairmen to show up. They were 30 minutes late, and then had the gall to get onto to me about not having numbers on my mailbox. Hey buddy, they go in order! Figure it out.

Anyway, so I was doing some laundry and the repairmen were trying to talk to me. No sir, get in my attic and fix the stupid air. Then they had the attic ladder down the entire time, making it almost impossible to get by and to do anything really. I folded my laundry, put it away, watched three movies, cleaned my room, I was going to mop the kitchen but they were coming in and out it seemed almost stupid to.

Finally, they finished up around 2. Then they informed me that someone else would be coming by in a few to check and make sure that they did the job up to standards and code. The repairman couldn't tell me when they would be along, just within the next couple of hours or so. Well great, I have to leave in a few myself.

Door bell rings, two guys wearing surgical shoe cover things come in. Why do all repairmen think that I want to talk and be social? I am trying to get along in my day and you are holding it up. Okay, maybe that is a little mean, but I was uncomfortable about being there with two men by myself. Right? Not cool.

Anyway, they finished up, left and then in the shower and out and on my way to the ATL. Why you might ask, Six Flags of course!!!

It had started raining again as I was leaving and I might have hydroplaned twice on my way, but I handled it well and stayed the course. Made it to ATL without injury. Then it was time for a girls night of beer, pizza, and a good chick flick. (There might have been some ice cream involved too, shh don't tell my trainer!)

So the next morning, Sarah N. and I wake up early ready to start the day. Okay, time to call the troops and make sure everybody is ready to roll out. Sarah N. called Billy and I called my little bro. Well, Billy didn't answer, typical, we'll try again in a few. Kev explained to me that his friend O'Hara apparently did something that morning to upset her mother (kids) and she was unable to make it. Great, and I had already purchased her ticket. Geez louise. Okay, Kev then decided to meet us at Sarah N.'s apartment and ride with us rather than meet at the park. Fine, no prob.

Still no word from Billy. At this point, I think that had called twice and texted twice and Sarah N., I don't know how many times.

Kev finally gets there, still no word from Billy, so we left. Sorry dude, its play time!

We had an absolute blast! It was so much fun. We rode the Goliath twice, Batman twice, the Mind binder, Superman (Sarah and I might have been singing the Superman theme the entire time), the scream machine, Monster Plantation of course, and countless others. We got absolutely soaked on the water rides, but it was so hot it was exactly what we needed. Although our pants were still wet at 9 when it was time to go home. Ooops.

Then we went home, showered and off to dinner. I decided that I had to, absolutely had to take my little brother to the Tilted Kilt. He loved it! We had so much fun, and I have tons of left overs.

The next morning (we were so tired that we when got back we passed out for the night) we had breakfast, and spent two hours at the pool. It was great, except for some reason I also forget to reapply sunblock. I'm burned. Oh well, it happens.

Then we showered off and Kev made the journey back home and Sarah and I went to the Tin Roof for some well deserved lunch. The waiter was hitting on her the entire time. It might have had something to do with those wedges and that dress she was wearing. Ooooh, hot mama!

Then, sadly, my weekend had to come to an end. I drove back home, unpacked my car and then to a friends house to catch the tale end of her birthday celebration. Guess who was sitting on the couch when I walked in? Billy! Unfortunately I only stayed for a few hours since my skin felt like it was about to spontaneously burst into flames.

I had a great night of sleep though, and I woke up complete refreshed this morning. Ahhhh, now if only my skin was stop that annoying painful burning.

Sectoral heterochromia

Say what? As long as I can remember my dad has told me that I have mud in my eye. What did he mean by that? I have a triangular section in my left eye that is brown, while the rest of my eye is grey. Strange huh? I know.

Well, while playing on the Wiki (that's my new hip name for it, spread it), I discovered that it actually has a name. Sectoral heterochromia. Amazing. There are apparently several "famous" people with some sort of heterochromia. I guess that this just adds to my eccentric isms or something.

The really strange thing is that I am in the only one with it in my family. My mother has just solid grey eyes, so I know that I got those from her, but where did the brown come from? Mystery.

Zoobilee Zoo

This blog is inspired by Frannie. For some reason when I read her comment on making it easier to post comments on my blog, she said "For the love of zhu zhu pets." Now, I don't know what the heck she is talking about, but it reminded me of this show that I watched when I was a kid.

Zoobilee Zoo. I loved that show! I would dance, sing along with it, I would even draw with Van Go Lion. That's right, I remember the names. What now, huh?

It makes me sad that they don't have more shows on tv now that were like the ones that we grew up with. One year for Christmas, I gave one of my nephews Fraggle Rock. Absolute classic! No offensive content, but no one was walking on egg shells back then either. Ahh, the good ole days. That same year, I gave my brother Adam a DVD of one of his favorites... Teddy Ruxpin.

One of these days, I am going to collect all the old classics and store them for when I have kids.

The Muppet Show, Fraggle Rock, Sesame Street, Mr. Roger's Neighborhood, Eureka's Castle, Gumi Bears, The Elephant Show, Zoobilee Zoo, Carebears, Rainbow Bright, and the rest of 'em that PBS had to offer.

The Perks of Work

Not only is it fantastic that I have a job right now during this tough economical time, but the perks at the workplace are phenomenal, and they just got better.

My job pays for my medical health care, provides dental insurance, life insurance and they pay a large percentage of my gym membership and personal trainer. Well, now, I can save 15% on all purchases at Brooks Brothers, just by working here. How great is that?!?

I am so excited. Granted, I know that they are expensive and 15% can get you only so far, but hey, there is an outlet less than 30 miles up the road. Watch out, here I come!

My grass can kiss my...

That's right folks. I have just gotten over the whole sneezing and coughing up crap thing, and guess what? Its time to cut the freaking grass again. Ahhhhhhh. I am really contemplating how long I want to stay in this house for. Why grass, why? I should be able to cut you once or maybe twice a month, not every single week for crying out loud.

I was talking to Sarah N. about it yesterday and I might have to be one of those people with the little blue mask things on while I do it. I'm going to look like a freak, but I guess its better than the alternative.

Now, if anyone would like to volunteer to do the job, I might be willing to supply a fantastic dinner as payment for such. Eh?

Per Sarah N.'s request...

I was talking to Sarah N. the other day, I think it was Sunday night. Can't remember, moving on. And she stated that I have been slacking in my blogging duties. I informed her that it was due to my heavy work load at the moment and that I would mend the situation.

So, this blog will be completely random and have no flow to it once so ever!

So, yesterday I was at the gym and was getting compliment after compliment from my boss and another gym buddy. Nikki (gym buddy) told me how beautiful the color of my hair was and asked if that was my natural color. I simply informed her that it was at one time, but that my hair began to get darker as I have gotten older (except for the grey streakes that have moved in). They kept going on and on about how much weight I have lost and how great I look. (Alright guys, that's enought, stop it, really).

Then it happened, the funniest convo that I have had in a while. We were on the elipticals and my boss/friend asked me (that is, if I didn't mind) how many pounds I had lost in total. I told her that it was 25 and some change and that I had about 20 more to go. She said that she didn't know where I was hiding it and didn't know how I could possibly loose anymore. I told her that it was mostly in my mid section and my chest. Then she said it. Hahahaha. I'm still laughing.

"Your butt has completely disappeared, but I didn't know if it were appropriate to comment on a co worker's butt!"

Love it, love it!

Then I explained that I had also lost two inches and a full cup size in my top. She said that she had noticed that I was wearing cuter tops lately that more top heavy women can't really get away with.

Today I am wearing an outfit that I put together entirely on my own. I did buy the shirt while shopping supervised by Sarah N. (also Mel's bday gift to me), but I purchased the pencil skirt and the cardigan on my own. I'm a big girl now, although it was a painful process that I will not endure alone again. So far I have gotten lots of compliments on it.

Speaking of compliments, I need to work on that too. I have a hard time taking them. I am too much like my mother in that respect. I am one of those people that if I do something good, I expect to not hear anything about it, its when I do get feedback that I worry about what I have done wrong. That's strange isn't it? I really need to learn to take them and roll with it. I have no problem in handing them out myself, but I guess I need to learn to take it myself.

I don't know where it comes from. Maybe I think that if I can do it, anyone can. Although I do know that I possess the power to get more done in an hour than most do in a day. For instance, I had just moved up here and it was time to renew my car tag. Well, in this crazy town, your driver's license and license plate have to have the same county listed on them or you get a ticket. Geez, I know right? So, back then I was working for an attorney that closed down shop at noon on Fridays. So, I went to the DMV which is on one side of town, then drove to the Tag Office, which just so happens to be on the other side of town, and then went to a salon to purchase some more bare minerals. I remember it was 1:30 or something and my sis called and asked what I was doing. I told her what I had been up to and she thought that I had been off work the whole day. Nope, I'm just that good dear.

Anyway, I believe that this blog has been sufficiently random, so I will end it here.

Out of Practice...

The phrase "put me in coach," has a completely different meaning for me. I was talking to a few friends of mine and realized that it has been seven, that's right 7, years since I have asked out a guy. Crazy isn't it? Ever since that time, guys had just kind of fallen in my lap.

I have no idea how to flirt with a guy nor how to tell if one is flirting back with me. HELP! What do I do?

I am the kind of person that is fine with being by myself for a long period of time. I have no problem being single. I have lived with myself for 25 years, and will I have to live with myself for the rest of my life. I've come to terms with it. I just hope that I am not forced to live all those years out alone simply because I can't remember to bat my eyes or laugh at jokes that aren't really funny. (See I'm hopeless).

Insert helpful hints here!

Legalese

My landlady decided to rescind on the offer that she had made me a few weeks ago. She counter offered with idea that she wanted to re lease the house for more rent, however I am still allowed to remain on the premises under the same stipulations. I will need to vacate the premise if the house goes under contract or is re let.

I thought about what my options were, but I really have none. You see the only evidence that I have is an oral contract which is not valid in the State of Georgia and the only thing I have to go on is parol (inadmissible) evidence. Furthermore, my old legal research professor is the new Assistant Magistrate Judge and the odds of her awarding specific performance is so incredibly minute that I wouldn't even waste my time on it.

Just thought that I would show people that I am actually learning something these days, in spite of my fried brain.

I'm too sexy for my pants, too sexy for my pants, so sexy it makes me chant...

Okay, maybe Right Said Fred didn't sing that, but it fits. Right?

So anyway... I went shopping again this past weekend. Specifically for, you guessed it, pants. The last couple of weeks it has been pretty embarrassing that I have to pull my pants up with every step that I took or whenever I got up from my desk. I have probably mooned all my neighbors while cutting the grass. I'm sure they enjoyed that!

My boss did make the comment, "Oh what a problem to have." I am happy that I have to get new pants, its just the whole buying thing that is getting me. Losing weight is expensive and I guess that I never got the memo.

Oh well, I shall just do my little turn on the catwalk.

Taking a step back.

Last night was Lin's birthday. Normally, I don't go downtown on weeknights, but for this I made the exception. I had such a great time, and I am feeling fine today. Who would imagine that I would be able to stay out past midnight and not be groggy the next day? Not me, that's who.

Today I started reflecting back on when I had begun this new "chapter" in my life. I starting thinking about how much fun I had last night and how impressed everyone seemed of my new self. I have to say, I am impressed myself. Back in January I set a goal to lose 45 pounds. I am happy to report that I am over half way there since then. Since the end of Feb. I have lost 20 and some of that weight. I know that I talked about it a lot, and I will eventually stop. I swear, but it is just so hard to believe that I could push myself this far.

I also started thinking about how lucky I am and how great life has been of late. I have so much more time now for not only myself but others. Granted, I still don't see them enough, but I have seen my nephews and my sis more in these last few months than I have in a very, very long time and I am ashamed to admit it. I have also spent more time with my friends. Sarah N., Mel and Lin and even, believe it or not, Sarah S. I have missed hanging out with you guys so much and I am thrilled that we see more of one another now. I actually feel like a girl again. Heck, Mel, you helped me get pink toes. Who would have thought that I would ever have pink toe nail polish?

I just want to say thank you to all my lovely ladies and my fam. You guys are the reason that I get up in the morning and I am so thankful for it. Life catches up with you sometimes, but it is not always necessarily a bad thing.

Love you all!

Why Nature, why?

This weekend was the weekend from hell for my poor little body. I sneezed, I sneezed and I sneezed some more.

It was such a beautiful day on Saturday that I decided that I needed to pick those daisies in my back yard and make an arrangement out of them. Then, I decided that laying out on a blanket in my front yard was a terrific idea. It was except for the bug part. A blanket is not a sufficient buffer between the bugs and I. I have bites on my legs, my arms, and my face, yep my face.

Oh, well. At least I got to enjoy the weather. However, I do want to know what I have done to upset Nature so much and why it has a vendetta against my nose.

Last night I drugged myself with a little antihistamine and woke up all "loopy." I still felt that way early this morning at work too. Probably not such a good idea.

Oh well, here's to the rest of the week. Maybe Nature will take it easy on me since I have two tests.

A day in the park

Well, it was actually two parks. Sarah N. and I decided to go for some quality time in Memorial Park and the Botanical Garden. She had never been to either of them, and I thought that I would be a great way to end the weekend.

First we went for breakfast at a popular downtown joint that I had never been to. I work three blocks away from it. Sad I know.

It was just what I needed. Grits, scrambled eggs and a fruit cup. They also gave me this chocolate muffin that I ended up making a terrible mess out of. (I swear, you can't me anywhere).

Then it was off to see the animals at Memorial. What a great, sun shining day. The ducks and geese were out, turtles were sun bathing on rocks and there were tons of them in the water. We just stood there for a minute and watched them swim across the pond. Then, out of no where, the world's smallest dog appeared. It was so tiny, and cute. We loved it for a minute and then it was off to the Bear Hallow.

All the animals were out and about. The bobcats were walking around, one bear was pacing back and forth, the alligator was basking in the sun, it was just great!

Then it was off to the Botanical Garden. Still such a gorgeous day. We walked all on trails, went into the atrium, and took lots of pics. This one is my absolute favorite.

Then we went for some ice cream, watched a movie, and took a nap. Ahhh, I love weekends.

What a weekend...

This weekend was so jam packed with activities that I am still recovering from it.

First, I went with Mel to celebrate her getting a new job. We got our toes done and then we met up with Sarah S. for sushi. While there she made a discovery. Basically we are there just about every Friday. My response was, "So, sushi at reasonable prices every Friday." What was the down side to that argument Sarah, I mean really.

Saturday morning I spent trying to rearrange my bedroom. I completely took my bed apart, moved it to the over side of my room, all to find out that my bed to so freaking huge that there is no where else to put it than where it was to begin with. Well crap. I then put my bed back together and put it right back where it was. Well, got my exercise in for today.

Then it was off to run errands and await Sarah N.'s arrival to town. That's right, Sarah is coming to town. She got here a lot sooner than I had expected. Why is it that whenever I drive, traffic is inevitable, but not so for my friends? Maybe the road is trying to tell me something.

Once we were ready to head out, we were on our way to Tanger Outlet. Woohooo, finally new clothes that will actually fit. She is the best to shop with. I don't know how she does it, but she has the ability to find stuff that other's cannot. (Or people like me who walked the store for thirty minutes looking for a top that she can find in two). She is also good at helping me stay within my budget, which she did. Fantastically at that too.

It was really great to have her there. Usually when I go shopping, I never pick out things that are out of my comfort zone, and therefore I never find anything special. I usually come home feeling defeated. Not with Sarah. It was great to have an opinion other than my own as well.

The overall experience was great and I have never felt better about my appearance now that I have pants that don't require constant adjustments.

Later that night it was off to a night of downtown frolicking. Our first stop after dinner was one of my "usuals" and what did we end up doing? Breaking about three glasses, that's what. We thought that it would be a great idea to stack the glasses like the bar tenders do to "help" them in clearing the table. I started it (I will admit to it), then Mel added some, Sarah S. and Sarah N. did too, and before you know it, it was seven glasses high. Emmm, this might not have been such a great idea after all. I got up from the table without issue, as did Sarah N. But when Sarah S. got to stand up, crash, splash and bang. I got the glasses that were broken and took them over to the bar while one guy rushed over with a washcloth. I think his words were something like "y'all are a lawsuit waiting to happen," or something to that nature. Sorry mister, we are girls, physics aren't our speciality.

Then it was off to the next two bars. Oh what fun! We met some guys (married of course) who were there for a bachelor party. They showed us pics of their kids on their cellphones and they bought his a round. Can't really complain.

Final stop of the night, dancing of course. I was wearing new shoes that I wasn't exact accustomed to just yet. While dancing with some friends of ours that had shown up (we also hadn't seen them in about four years) one of them dropped me on the floor, and I fell twice on my own. Dang it Loft, clean your floors better so that when klutz women like me fall, it won't be as gross. (My butt still hurts)

When we got home (Sarah S. was our DD and I am very impressed with how she handled my car), I hit the floor. I was so tired, my butt and feet hurt and what did Sarah N. do? Tempted me with cake. Evil woman. It was so gooooood though. It was left over tiramasu cake that Sarah S. and I had the night before. Yum!

What a great night. I was strange though. I ran into everyone that I hadn't seen in forever. The infamous Jordan and Justin that I met on my 21st bday. I met their sister later on when I first met my ex. (Small world, huh?) And then, as we were leaving the Loft, who should I see. My old Italian ex boyfriend from when I first moved here. Ewwwww. He looked exactly the same. Dude, grow up already!

All in all, it was a terrific night spent with my favorite ladies. Sarah N., Sarah S., and Mel, I have you to thank. Luvage.