First off, I want to thank this lady for tagging me. She's an amazing person and I am truly lucky to have gotten to know her over the past year.
The rules:
A) Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Alright, so I'm still pretty new - not sure if I'm going to tag anyone yet but I'll play along :)
B) Show the 7 winners names and links on your blog, and leave a comment informing them that they were prized with "Honest Scrap." Well, there's no prize.
C) List at least 10 honest things about yourself.
1. I love Domino's pizza. Why is this honest? Because I am from Chicago, and people from Chicago generally snub chain pizzerias because, well, Chicago is known for its pizza. But I still love it, always have and always will. It doesn't replace some of my hometown faves, but it's a different kind of love - sort of like Taco Bell. It's not really Mexican, but it's still good stuff.
2. Most days I feel like I have no idea what I am doing or how the hell I got here. It's like I got wrapped up in this life and it just kept gaining momentum and carried me away. It's not a bad thing, I just don't feel like I deserve a lot of the good things that have happened to me. I guess it's just plain dumb luck.
3. I have the sense of humor of an 8 year old boy. Farts = funny. People falling down = funny. One of my best friends accidentally discharging 2-pam through her thumb = tears in my eyes. (I still feel badly for laughing at you, but my god, it was funny...) My brother having an undescended testicle for the first week of his life and no one telling him about it until a Dr. discovered a hernia = almost-wet-my-pants hilarious. (Note: I didn't laugh at him when he or my mom told me, I was able to maintain my composure until I got off the phone). Am I evil? I don't think so...I just like to laugh at people :) And trust me, I laugh at myself. I do a lot of really stupid things, it would be a waste to not laugh at myself.
4. When I see any animal that has been hit by the side of the road, it makes me sad. When I see homeless people, I feel badly for them and wondered how they got there. I try to pretend like most things don't bother me most of the time, but they do. I'm super sensitive.
5. I love sleep. I love sleep so very much, it's my absolute favorite. Unfortunately this guy likes to "do stuff" all the time, which impinges on my sleepy time.
6. When I get really cranky, it's usually because I feel like I'm not good enough (I need to lose weight, I suck at my job, I'm not smart enough, I can't paint, etc.)...and I take it out on others. Mostly the gentleman referenced above, but luckily he's even keeled and very sweet, and puts up with my moods.
7. I hate eggs and mayonnaise. I think that they are both disgusting in smell, consistency and taste. I have finally gotten to the point where if I accidentally get mayo on my food at a restaurant I can still eat it. Which is a good thing, because I really hate to be 'that girl' that returns food. But if I accidentally get egg on a breakfast sandwich, I toss it. Luckily I don't eat breakfast out that often, so it's not a huge life problem of mine.
8. I'm pretty sarcastic in person, and I think sometimes people think I am serious. No, I don't really think I am awesome. And no, I don't think that 12 hour work day was great. It's sarcasm, and yes, I can dead-pan, it doesn't mean that what I am saying is what I actually mean. Sarcasm is a little more difficult in writing though...so if something sounds off, probably sarcasm.
9. I like my dogs more than I like most people. Which isn't saying anything really, because my dogs have unconditional love for me and think I am the best thing since Beggin Strips. And I like that they love me so much, I'm not going to lie. Maybe if you got so excited every time you saw me that you wagged your whole body I'd like you, too.
10. I have always had a crush on Conan O'Brien. More so when he was still somewhat new and pretty quirky. I think my new crushes are Steven Colbert & Joel McHale, but really, who doesn't love those guys? I guess if I am being honest, I should say I have a girl crush, too. It's Jennifer Aniston.
Alright, that's 10. I'm exhausted from all this truthiness.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Texas
I've been in Texas for the week for work. I used to live in Texas, not by choice, but nonetheless I lived here for about 2 years. When I lived in TX, I could not wait to get out. I lived in Del Rio, which is about 3 hours west of San Antonio. Didn't think there was anything west of San Antonio? Well, you are correct! I was in the middle of no where, and the town was fondly referred to as 'Hell Rio' and 'Del Crappo'.
But there were good things about living in Del Rio, and here's a few in case you were curious:
- It was the first time J and I lived together since we were together, and also since we had been married. Unfortunately, we also worked together. Which, no matter how good your relationship is (and we have a good one) is trying at times.
- I adopted 3 pets, mostly because I had nothing better to do and I *love* animals. I'm pretty sure the only reason J went along with it is because he was bored, too. Otherwise we would have just had fish.
- I was in the best shape of my life. I worked out every morning, either running or doing the elliptical for 45 minutes. Every night I went on a 3 mile walk.
- I started clipping coupons. We'd get the Sunday paper and just clip away! For three months we got free cat food just from clipping out of the Sunday paper. I love coupons now - I know it makes me seem old, but whatever!
- I had a tan (well, tan for me is a healthy color for normal people). Not because I tried, but because it was SW Texas, and if you spend any time outside you get some color.
- We made some good friends, that we would drink and play poker with on the weekends. These were the kinds of friends who you could ask to watch your pets if you were going out of town, borrow their car, lend you a hand moving, walk into your house whenever. We were pretty tight, I think it might have been the shared boredom, but I miss them.
- There was no traffic. Although the van that had no driver slowly rolling across the Walmart parking lot was pretty scary, I sometimes think that that unattended, moving van was safer than some of the drivers in the metro DC area.
- I spent like *no* money. We lived on base, and there was nothing to buy and no where to go. In fact, I forgot my debit card pin number for a week because I hadn't used it in so long. Luckily, it came to me one day and I was able to buy a churro.
- Dairy Queen and Sonic. I think that's self explanatory.
Although I was not looking forward to this trip, because of ridiculously long work days and the overall being in Texas thing, it certainly reminded me that every cloud has a silver lining. I am glad I had my time in Texas for the above reasons, but it also reminds me that I am grateful to live somewhere now where my weekends consist of more than a trip to Walmart, and possibly dinner at Chili's.
But there were good things about living in Del Rio, and here's a few in case you were curious:
- It was the first time J and I lived together since we were together, and also since we had been married. Unfortunately, we also worked together. Which, no matter how good your relationship is (and we have a good one) is trying at times.
- I adopted 3 pets, mostly because I had nothing better to do and I *love* animals. I'm pretty sure the only reason J went along with it is because he was bored, too. Otherwise we would have just had fish.
- I was in the best shape of my life. I worked out every morning, either running or doing the elliptical for 45 minutes. Every night I went on a 3 mile walk.
- I started clipping coupons. We'd get the Sunday paper and just clip away! For three months we got free cat food just from clipping out of the Sunday paper. I love coupons now - I know it makes me seem old, but whatever!
- I had a tan (well, tan for me is a healthy color for normal people). Not because I tried, but because it was SW Texas, and if you spend any time outside you get some color.
- We made some good friends, that we would drink and play poker with on the weekends. These were the kinds of friends who you could ask to watch your pets if you were going out of town, borrow their car, lend you a hand moving, walk into your house whenever. We were pretty tight, I think it might have been the shared boredom, but I miss them.
- There was no traffic. Although the van that had no driver slowly rolling across the Walmart parking lot was pretty scary, I sometimes think that that unattended, moving van was safer than some of the drivers in the metro DC area.
- I spent like *no* money. We lived on base, and there was nothing to buy and no where to go. In fact, I forgot my debit card pin number for a week because I hadn't used it in so long. Luckily, it came to me one day and I was able to buy a churro.
- Dairy Queen and Sonic. I think that's self explanatory.
Although I was not looking forward to this trip, because of ridiculously long work days and the overall being in Texas thing, it certainly reminded me that every cloud has a silver lining. I am glad I had my time in Texas for the above reasons, but it also reminds me that I am grateful to live somewhere now where my weekends consist of more than a trip to Walmart, and possibly dinner at Chili's.
Friday, January 9, 2009
I'm that person
I have been out of the office at a conference for the past day and a half. First off, the conference was intense and overwhelming to say the least. It was aimed at driving a strategic policy that is a) way over my head at this point in my career and b) expected to be part of my job. So I was a bit frazzled. I think I handled the bulk of it well, but when everyone in the room has a good 20 years over you...well, that's initimidating. Not to mention the fact that most of the people in the room are able to dismantle bombs, while I can't even figure out how to replace the razor cartridge on my Venus.
I was able to get back to the office late yesterday afternoon, after a lunch with some peeps I used to know. It was great to be able to talk to people on the same wavelength (and age group), and I felt better about my conference in general. Anyway, back to the office. So it's around 2:30 by the time I sat my butt down in my cozy cubicle. (which, by the by, it's like 108 degrees in here everyday, so I think we should call it a melticle or something that doesn't allude to being frigid). My division is nestled in another division, which we really have nothing in common with and no reason to be colocated with. No one said a word to me for the remainder of the day. No - 'Hey, where have you been?' 'Hi, how are you?' 'Can you pass me that fax?' 'Do you smell that?' Not a word, not a grunt, not a look. I felt like that episode of Friends where whoever the guy is who used to play George Costanza played an office worker threatening suicide, and no one paid attention. Except Phoebe, who was a telemarketer, and tried to help him. Yeah...I felt like that guy! I didn't realize how very little I interact with others in my office throughout the day.
I'm starting to feel like I am an island over here. But truth be told, listening to these people converse, I'm not sure I'd fit in or want to be a part of their group. I am not a Republican who considers the president elect a communist who will ruin the country. When someone announces the birth of a baby, I don't compare that to my cat. I don't speak in a monotone. I have not yet gone through either menopause or male pattern baldness.
I wish I had a coworker my age, because I could seriously use a beer-thirty today. Except instead of beer, I'd substitute a flavored martini that would help me feel warm, fuzzy and generally jovial the entire metro ride home. Have a great weekend everyone!
I was able to get back to the office late yesterday afternoon, after a lunch with some peeps I used to know. It was great to be able to talk to people on the same wavelength (and age group), and I felt better about my conference in general. Anyway, back to the office. So it's around 2:30 by the time I sat my butt down in my cozy cubicle. (which, by the by, it's like 108 degrees in here everyday, so I think we should call it a melticle or something that doesn't allude to being frigid). My division is nestled in another division, which we really have nothing in common with and no reason to be colocated with. No one said a word to me for the remainder of the day. No - 'Hey, where have you been?' 'Hi, how are you?' 'Can you pass me that fax?' 'Do you smell that?' Not a word, not a grunt, not a look. I felt like that episode of Friends where whoever the guy is who used to play George Costanza played an office worker threatening suicide, and no one paid attention. Except Phoebe, who was a telemarketer, and tried to help him. Yeah...I felt like that guy! I didn't realize how very little I interact with others in my office throughout the day.
I'm starting to feel like I am an island over here. But truth be told, listening to these people converse, I'm not sure I'd fit in or want to be a part of their group. I am not a Republican who considers the president elect a communist who will ruin the country. When someone announces the birth of a baby, I don't compare that to my cat. I don't speak in a monotone. I have not yet gone through either menopause or male pattern baldness.
I wish I had a coworker my age, because I could seriously use a beer-thirty today. Except instead of beer, I'd substitute a flavored martini that would help me feel warm, fuzzy and generally jovial the entire metro ride home. Have a great weekend everyone!
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