Had a Bad Day

So I had a bad day the other day. Not that anything physically bad happened, like no one ran into me, I didn't have impossible things to get done at work, though it did get mildly stressful. But for some reason, I just didn't feel good emotionally. It was one of those days where your faults appear as 500 lbs sumo wrestlers and stand in front of you intimidatingly all day. They're very hard to see around when that happens.

The next day, of course, was a fabulous day. I felt good, I couldn't stop smiling, things went well at work. In fact, someone I was helping at the front desk told me I had a very nice smile and I must cheer everyone up. I said thank you of course because not accepting complements is one of my pet peeves, but I thought, why couldn't someone have said this yesterday? Then again, if someone had said that on a bad day, I would have said thank you, but I wouldn't have believed it.

Why do girls refuse to believe anything good about themselves?

What happened to the cookies?

Have you ever set out a stack of cookies to help you get through a particularly mind-numbing, or generally boring task? Then as you eat the cookies, you don't really pay attention to the sugary goodness, just feel the benefits of the sugar rush and notice the after-taste makes you want more cookies. So you look over and see that you have one cookie left. And instead of taking the time to enjoy this last cookie, you eat it in the same take-things-for-granted-can't-think-because-my-mind-is-numb way. Then when the after-taste hits, which it always does, your ten-second attention span has expired and you ask yourself "where did my last cookie go? It was here a second ago?" Man, I hate taking out staples!!

P.S. I have decided after an overpowering response from 1/5 of my viewers to not give up chocolate for Lent because I would not be able to make it through work, or a day at my in-laws. I am instead ceasing to cross my legs. Silly you say? Well not for me. I discovered in high school that my bad knees were aggrevated by my leg-crossing, not to mention that dancing-that gave me the bad knees in the first place-was also affected, since leg-crossing kills turn out. I don't have much of that, and I'd like to presearve what I have. Also it can give you vericose veins as time marches on, and yuck, let's be honest. So after successfully giving it up in high school only to be foiled later on by playing a hoochie in Paint Your Wagon (how come our wrestling match isn't on your top ten list, Mo?), I have once again decided to give up the habit. So you can join in the laughter and confusion with my co-workers who I'm sure have been forced to get creative in order to explain away my random leg spasms as I go to cross my legs and then have to jerk them away from each other.

Mardi Gras

So it took awhile for me to post again, I know, but work got crazy and then Blogger shut me out. So I had to get a new password. Anyway, I'm back. And Mardi Gras snuck up on me this year.

Last year my friend had a party, seeing as she's from New Orleans, so I was up on the festivities. This year, it seems way too early, and I haven't decided what to give up for Lent yet. Last year I gave up stress. It was really good for me actually, though my grades kind of suffered-not too drastically of course, but stress is a good motivator. But it had been affecting me physically, so I decided to give it up. And then, after Lent was over, I found out I had Sunday's off. I could have been stressed all those Sundays and I missed the opportunity. So sad. Anyway, this year there doesn't seem to be anything decent to give up that will actually help me in some way. It's a good time to break a habit, but eating and driving don't seem to be things I can live without at this point. Not that driving is a habit, but I don't like doing it and I'd give it up if I could. Sadly, I get paid to do it, so I can't. Anyway, any good ideas, I'm down with.

Fun While You Wait

While all 5 of you who read this blog wait with baited breath for me to post more pictures of my kitty (which I will), overcome my cold (which I hope I will), and say something cleaver (which is just inevitable). I will leave you with something fun to do.

http://www.jokesandhumor.com/tests/celebrity-love-match/

My internet celebrity boyfriend is Edward Norton, which is good since I already like him. (My alternates were Morgan Freeman, Tommy Lee Jones, and Bruce Springsteen if anyone cares.) It's great, but you HAVE to be honest. Promise? Then go have fun.

Vegas

So to escape the insane cold last weekend, Johnny and I went down to Vegas, where it was only in the 30's. It didn't really feel warm, per say, but it did feel normal. And it was a fun trip. We went shopping-I got a new pair of shoes, we walked around on the strip and took in all the glorious and ridiculous excess that is the hotels there, and we saw a show at the Excaliber, where I also bought a really fun book about baths, yes baths, it has recipes for all sorts of baths depending on your moods and even shows you how to make bubble bath or bath salts or the fuzzy balls. Fun stuff. Come on, a book that features an Act-Your-Shoe-Size Bath is a keeper. I'll post excerpts if anyone's really interested.

PS. Apparently Las Vegas is sponsored by Pepsi, at least the strip is. Wierd.

Mouthing the Words to the Sore Throat Blues

Get it? cause I can't sing the blues cause I can't sing . . . ?

Well, anyway, I got this sore throat really suddenly Sunday night. And it was still there with a vengence when I woke up at 3 in the morning on Monday, and when I woke up for work on Monday. It got a little better by that night. Then Tuesday, my throat was okay--still not in singing shape--but I started feeling stuffy and my nose would spontaniously start to drain, not fun. And by Tuesday night I could really hear because my ears were blocked internally by stuff I don't want to think about.

And now today, my voice has deteriorated, which makes answering phones a lot of fun, (it's hard to fake for long periods of time, so I'm glad I just answer the phones and then pass people on) and I'm congested and I still can't hear!

Isn't winter fun?

Meet Guido

See, he's cute, isn't he?