The "I want you back" is back

There are numerous things I wish I had back in my life. Numerous. Then there are unachievable things I simply (but painfully) place out of my mind. Then there are the things that I ignore and pray it never resurfaces ever again. Ever.

I went to the gym with M-player last night and a sighting halted my ab workout. In front of me was a guy I went to high school with. His adult version was very much like his high school self with the addition of 5+lbs around the stomach. 5+lbs around the stomach could describe many of us from the class of '98. I smiled politely and he waved but now I wonder, did he remember me or did he think I was hitting on him?

I few of my friends strongly believe that as soon as you don't want a man, or become happily involved with one man that men start coming out of the woodwork. It's an interesting dilemma. Actually, it's hilarious to think that the world could be that cosmic or rather that men could be that transparent.

It seems the same might apply to jobs too. This is particularly interesting.

I want to go home now. Can I go home?

I had a half hour for lunch and I filled those thirty minutes sitting in my car. The sunshine was so intense I didn't require the heat. If I squinted the salt on the pavement disappeared making January seem soothing.

Here's what I know about occupying a vehicle during the lunch hour:

*Just because you're in the car by yourself doesn't mean you're alone.
*Napping might seem like a good idea but take the phone off silent when you set the alarm.
*Ignore the other folks who are eating in their cars.

Watermelon radish welcomes me to the world of high-end cuisine, spectator style

I know I've been speechless for a while but...dang! Things are going well. In a "I can't get this goofy grin off my face," well. This is good.

The half empties

After 5 hours of sleep I bounced out of bed with my Sunday night pep talk still ringing in my ears.

JayZ arm punch, wiggle-wiggle, brush teeth, wiggle-wiggle, apply mascara and done. 20 minute car ride, thug bounce, security greeting, smile-wink and elevator jive. The sound track of my morning reeked of Monday familiarity, but at least I heard the music.

Tracks I could have skipped over but rather decided to turn up volume:

3 hours at the hospital (scary)
running over a cone (whimsical)
prying the orange cone from under my vehicle while wearing a skirt (porno-esq)
overdraft fees (silence)

what's in your overhead compartment?

To: San Francisco For: Business

Gazing out of this window while sitting at an upscale restaurant off of the Pacific Hwy one thought kept recycling through my mind. Just smile.

Some folks don't know their left from right. They make "L's" with both hands and hold them up to see which hand faces the correct direction.

I wish some people were able to do that with "right" and "wrongs" so that before they open their mouths they could check their body language.

hehehehehe...I almost forgot my password

and to that I say, fine

I've misplaced the power cords to nearly all of my electronics. I haven't seen the cradle to my camera in a month. The usb cord for my ipod has gone walk about and my cell is on its last battery bar. I'm also missing part of the sewing machine which has placed a halt on my yoga bag project.

Fact: My belongings are confined to one room. How far could these things have gone?

Parachute men, Hooters and long distance phone calls

This cold hit me fast and the cat demanding to sleep on my head at night isn't helping matters. I woke up at 1:30am needing cold medicine. Noting the time I decided on a half dosage. Come 7am I was in my usual grumpy, don't talk to me now state only...deeper into the mood.
The only thing that seemed to amuse me was my lame rhyme to my long distance phone buddy and even then I couldn't giggle at myself without starting to cough. Who the heck gets sick in May?

So, I blame the rest of my day on the lack of daytime cold medicine combined with nighttime cold medicine withdrawal. That, and it was jeans day at work..bring on the slacking.

1. I suggested Hooters for lunch. I spent a lot of time harping on the high school boyfriend about even thinking about going to Hooters, and now...I'm a grown heterosexual woman who occasionally dreams of their hot sauce while trying to ignore their attire.

2. I opened the toy drawer at the office. I keep it for when my colleagues show off their children. I think of it as a consolation prize. If they're lucky they'll miss the glazed over look and think the office isn't a bad place after all. Brainwash them early.

3. Watching three coworkers run up and down my aisle trying to loft a plastic parachute man is just about as fun as it sounds.

4. I went to the Oak Brook mall after work to exchange my cell phone. I forgot how beautiful the outdoor mall is during the spring. I stopped to smell a purple tulip (they don't smell by the way) when a kid came up from behind me and yelled bang..bang. Two foam disks shot me on my backside. I instinctively yelled out, ye haw. Thinking this was hilarious his younger brother rammed his toy helicopter blades into my shin.

5. It's Wednesday and I'm dreaming of Sunday night. Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!

Craziness that not even shoe shopping can cure

CONVENTION
Yikes, I can't remember the last time I was all consumed with one thing. It's a horrible feeling, especially when that one thing is work. I'm learning that I'm not so much a work-a-holic as much as a control freak.

In high school I received a 3 month extension on an ebony pencil drawing. I loved working on that thing. I stayed late and came early. It wasn't as if it wasn't "done," it just wasn't DONE. The long and short of it was my art teacher placed it on display and some kid tore it. I still have it; the corner has been scotch taped from the back side.

When I was in college I dropped the whole be perfect act but it's an entire different story to shed the control freak mentality. That's why they call them control freaks, it's freaky.