Dangerous Liasons

   I recently began doing some work in a new office space. I have my own desk, a heater, and a place to put pictures if I want to. I also have a liquor store right across the street. Could be a hindrance for productive work.
   Good thing the desk doesn't have big drawers, only the small ones that pens fit into. But after work...Watch out. I am quite excited for the prospect. :)

Programming Error

   I am getting ready to start a new-ish part time job. The prospect is very VERY exciting. However, I have to spend a great deal of time learning new software. Ugh!!
   I consider myself to be computer savvy, but it does make me nervous. Not only do I get to learn the program, I have to do so with my boss looking over my shoulder the whole time. That is the part that gets to me. I don't particularly care to have someone watch me learn something. I hated being taught to cook and sew and knit by my mother. I guess it makes me feel a bit judged.
   Once I am comfortable with it all, it won't be so bad. I just wish I could sit and learn it all on my own. I do better when I have time to manipulate things and play around to figure it all out. I will do it his way, and I will smile. After all, he is paying me.

Hot Dog!

   So today I decided to try an old mall favorite. When I was a child, my mom took us to Hot Dog on a Stick a couple of times. I remember how much I loved the cheese on a stick. So I was in the mall today doing a bit of shopping when I came upon the stripey uniformed employees and thought to myself, "That sounds so good."
   Not really. The cheese burned my lip, and it wasn't so tasty. Some things from our youth should be left in the past. The memory of certain things is better than actually reliving it. Ugh.

Walk-In's Not Accepted

   As an adult, I expect a certain amount of privacy. As a mother, I don't get any. Ever since my children were born, they have had the idea that walking in any room without knocking, is their inalienable right. Door can be closed, and yet, it is still not a signal enough to keep out.
   It used to not bother me too much. They were young and I didn't feel like they would be significantly damaged if they saw their own mother in a semi state of undress. But now that they are getting older themselves, I feel like this is something they should not be aware of any longer. I don't want them having the wrong idea of what a naked female is supposed to look like. No woman is born with these stretchmarks, saggy old and used breasts and cellulite.
   Unfortunately, my children have yet to catch on to the fact that a closed door means "knock". I am beginning to believe that they have no manners at all. Just today, I was in the bathroom when my daughter bursts in. "Out!!!" I cried, and she responds with , "We are both girls, so it's ok mom."
   How do I stop this? Locks I suppose.

The finished INK

   Well yesterday I went and had the tattoo done. I went in with the idea of a small lilly on my hip. But after talking with the artist and telling him what I wanted, he drew up a gorgeous design with three lillies. I fell in love. It is pretty big though.
   I was a bad ass. I brought in one of my closest friends to witness this act (and also to hold my hand if needed). I didn't cry, flinch or pass out. The artist, Jon, at Anchor Ink in SLC, UT, was amazing. He was professional and easy going. The shop was clean and I really did like the atmosphere. So here is the finished product. Obviously red from being brand new, but I am very pleased.

The Ellusive E-vite

   I have decided that the e-vite is tacky. It is tasteless, rude and very impersonal. I just received such an invitation. I am not going.
   My sister in-law is having a baby shower. Her sister is throwing it. Now this e-vite was less personal than an email or an e-greeting card. It was sent via Facebook. Seriously?
   I am glad to have an excuse not to go. Not just because I was irritated by the e-vite, but also because I don't particularly care for my sister in-law. Sad, I kind of miss talking to my brother.

Honey, Oh Sugar Sugar

   How great is my  husband? Well let me answer that in one word. Awesome!!!
   I recently took a trip for work. I had a friend who is also a co-worker who came with me on this trip. I picked her up at her house and drove us to the airport, we flew together, stayed in the same hotel and came home together. It was great. We had a delightful weekend, went out to dinner and drinks and really it was just a lot of fun.
   Well since I drove to the airport, I had to park in long term parking. Not a big deal generally, however my car has been having a few issues lately. For instance, if it sits for more than a couple of days, it doesn't want to start. We have a new alternator in it, and we replaced that battery a few weeks ago, but it is still having problems. So to make sure that I got home safely, my husband drove to the airport, an hour away, and started her up and drove her around the parking lot. Then he re parked her.
   When my friend and I arrived back at home, we got out to the car to find a little surprise for us. Inside, my husband had left Hawaiian Host Chocolate Covered Macadamia Nuts. He also left a card for me. It was so sweet talking about how much he misses me when I go. Not only did he leave me a card, but he left a card for my friend. It said he didn't want her to feel left out, and it also thanked her for being a good friend to me. Way too sweet. I am so lucky.
   And the chocolates were good too. :)

Can I borrow your sombrero?

   Ok, so I travel a lot. I am on an airplane quite often, and for the most part I try my best to give people the courtesy they deserve. I am nice and pleasant and I even try to make jokes when the situation is not looking too good. But recently, I was faced with a real grouch.
   While travelling home the other day, I experienced the tri-fecta in bad travel days. Late plane, late night flight, and full overhead bins. As I boarded the plane, I noticed that down towards my seat, the bins were already closed, indicating that they were full. So I placed my suitcase in a bin near the front of the plane and made my way towards my seat. I sat, I got comfortable and prepared myself for a short flight.
   Then, I saw the stewardess making her way back and mumbling under her breath as she was carrying the biggest and ugliest sombrero in her hands. She was saying something to the effect of "This is bigger than a floatation device, who could possibly think this would fit in a bin?" I giggled a little bit, and leaned against the window for a nap.
   After a delightful flight, and a great landing, it was finally time to deboard and get home. I joined the line moving forward and when I got to the area where I had left my bag, I saw a man standing there. I asked very sweetly "Sir, I just need to grab that pink bag there." And then he very angrily stepped aside, ignoring the fact that my hands were full and I am a smallish female and said to me, "Thank you very much for taking up this space. I had to put my things in the back of the plane because this space was taken." I told him that my bins were full, to which he again angrily replied, "No they weren't!"
  I smiled as nicely as I could, took down my heavy suitcase, and said "Thank you for your assistance, have a great day. See you soon." And then I left the plane.
   Later at the baggage carousel, I saw the man's family. Then I saw him making his way towards them. The only thing in his hand, was the Giant, Ugly Sombrero!!! Man did I feel bad for taking that space away from him.
   Who buys a sombrero anyway?