Garroting the Cat

Something I never thought I'd have to explain:

Me: Wes don't

Wes: I'm being careful

Me: Yeah but what if you slip?

Wes: I won't slip.

Me: Okay but IF you DO slip you'll garrote the cat, and then do you know what I'll be left to deal with? A decapitated cat and a hysterically sobbing 29 year old man. It's Friday night man, that's just unreasonable.

Thinking

Somehow I am not surprised at all the Rascal Flatts is singing the main Olympic "theme song" this year. They're becoming a one stop shop for inspirational / emotional songs.

Watch out Celine Dion. They're coming for you.

The Parking Saga Continues

Today, my parking skillz were so great that I actually got a high five from some strange man in scrubs after the contortion-like antics that I engaged in to exit my car.

It was apparently it was very impressive.

even better than bendy straws

Let's talk about cupcakes.

I may have mentioned before in this blog that I believe that life is all about the small things. Even if I haven't mentioned it though it ought to be self evident given the fact that I blog about bendy straws, nose picking and boogies. Admittedly the big things (work, relationships, exercise, food etc.) do take up a lot of time but those things are boring things. Why would we want to talk about those when there are politicians to eviscerate, teabaggers to make fun of and bodily functions to discuss!? Sadly enough though I suspect that the "teabaggers" have caught on to the colloquial implications of the term "teabagging" as they are only now referring to themselves as "members of the tea party movement." This is not nearly as funny.

I haven't made the time to do a whole lot writing / blogging lately, primarily because most of my neurons are focused on work. This and most of my thoughts have been a giant self aggrandizing pity party. You don't want none of that.

There was a whole lot of hurry up and wait right after I got my promotion and while I always knew that the fallow period would end I wasn't quite prepared for the return of rampaging insomnia to accompany the increased responsibility. Well it has officially ended, my sleep is less, my gym going in absolutely necessary and my days are 11 hours long. Maybe this is overkill. Okay, this is most probably overkill but I'm an overkill, perfectionist, anal compulsive, chart making, over preparing kind of girl. I want so badly to do this thing that they have hired me to do and I want to do it well. Success is absolutely not a forgone conclusion and I'm hanging on by my fingernails at the moment. For this reason I need to remember the small things, the awesomeness that happens in the brief interludes before or after work.

So let's talk about cupcakes. Not just any cupcakes but the fan-freaking-tastic cupcakes procured by 2/3 of Club Fun two weekends ago after puppy playtime. I'm talking about Cannoli Cupcakes:

And Carrot Cake Cupcakes:

I'm talking about potentially the most delish 10 minutes of the past few weeks.

Thank you Sabra for needing puppy play time, and thank you Asheligh for the fabulousness that is you. Only a real friend like you would respond to: "hey - is that a cupcake store?" with "let's go!"

God love ya!

The oustanding start to a very long day

The one thing that I've always hated about my job is that I used to scoot into my desk at 730 in the morning I'm one of the last people to get there. I find it unreasonable that 730 am is the "late" arrival time. I also find it unreasonable that my co-workers response to my assessment of this situation as obscene is that I should come in earlier. What in Gods sweet name is wrong with you people?

Getting to work super early, say around 630 am used to have the benefit of a chance at a close parking space. Around 630 you could snag one of the sparking spots in the near garage and thus skip the 10 minute walk from the big garage. Since the new hospital tower opened this is no more which is why this morning when I rolled into the near garage around 710 and saw a spot I was super stoked. Between a huge black truck (admittedly parked within the lines though almost bigger than the spot itself) and a wide-ass green sedan parked OVER their line into the drivers side of my space, was a skiiiiiinny little space. Schloop into that tiny non-space went Dora and out the passenger side door I went. I do love thwarting the best laid plans of space-hoggers.

So we were off to a good start when it happened - the pivotal event of the morning that unavoidably indicated that today was going to be an okay day. The thing that gave me hope. The moment that gave me the strength to make my morning coffee and listen to the 6 minute 37 second voicemail on my phone.

Bendy. Straws.

That's right, I said bendy straws. The cafeteria now has bendy straws.

Manana

It's okay - I'll just sleep tomorrow night instead, when tomorrows work activities have been completed. I didn't really need to sleep tonight anyways...

Thinking...

While staring at my now empty lunch container I can't help but think how darn sad it is that it's a solid 5 1/2 to 6 hours until I get to eat another meal.

Sigh...why must I love food so?