My boss was telling me how awesome the new Starbucks
“Blonde” roast is. I asked her if she
ordered a “Grand-AY Blond-AY” (Grande, Blonde).
She looked like I was crazy, but I think it’s crazy that she DIDN’T
think about that, so there. Later that day, Kelly and I went to get some
coffee and we were offered free Blonde coffee (grounds not made drinks)
samples. Kelly took around 8 and shoved
them in her purse, then turned to me and said, “I don’t even own a coffee
maker.”
As I mentioned, I’m taking a story writing class. I felt a lot of pressure to write something
last week, so I cheated and wrote a true story about my nephew Patrick. It was read to the class, and when it came to
feedback time, not only did no one suspect that it was true, they told me that
a) 9 year olds don’t go through things like this, b) No 9 year old would act so
maturely after only one night’s sleep to deal with the situation c) This “Aunt”
character – how old is she? 12? Adults
do NOT talk like that (confirming why my nephews think I’m not really an
adult.)
My friend was having a text fight with a friend back home
last week in which I ended up ghost writing a lot of her responses. In one instance, the chick was complaining
that her feelings weren’t being validated.
I suggested that she respond with, “Validated” and see if that
works. I quickly told her I was kidding
because that response is never sufficient or appropriate. (People of the world: if you are fighting via
text or email, be prepared that everything you say can be shared with someone
else. I’m of the opinion that group
responses tend to be more rational and well thought out, but you do take your
chances.)
Nala, the 3 ½ pound Yorkie, has been around for nearly 2
years now, and every time Zach sees her, he laughs as he say’s “Nala” as if he
is surprised she still looks as funny as she does. Then we went to the park yesterday and at
least 4 people laughed at the said, “That little dog.” Validated.
(Wait, no, I guess it does work sometimes.)
Kelly: I spent all day yesterday thinking it was April
fool’s Day.
Me: February 2nd?
Kelly: I get it. I
was wrong.
I can’t remember if I mentioned this story, but last year I
learned that Becky had made a deal with her husband when they got married that
if they didn’t learn how to tango before their 10th anniversary,
they were getting a divorce. I gave them
an out by suggesting that instead of a divorce, her husband could simply opt to
change his name to “Jared Notango.” (I’m a problem solver.) Given that they are coming up on the ten
year mark this year, Becky called to sign up for lessons with a steamy sounding
instructor (actually, maybe that’s not how the story went. Becky and I get up so early to have
breakfast, that I’m often not fully functioning until after the breakfast is
over.) Point of this story: Becky got off the phone and told her husband
he was either taking these lessons or he should be getting ready to officially
become “Jared Notango.” And I just love
that she remembered a reference from a year ago.
Met up with Rach again on Thursday. Our new thing is to sit at the bar instead of
a table because it’s ten time more fun.
We were chatting about dragons, and the gentleman next to us started to
teach us all the intricate details about Dragons, including showing us an
inaccurate dragon on his calf. (I only knew it was inaccurate b/c he just told
me all about dragons and I only told him it was inaccurate b/c I wanted him to
know that I was paying attention.) He then broached the topic that dragons
might be real, and I think he was surprised when both Rach and I were in total
agreement. This led to us explaining
that aliens are also probably real, which led to this statement:
My whole world universe is based on that movie – Dr. Rach
on MIB
Upon walking down to the lower driveway and finding Lucas
with a lot of random bits of lumber, a drill and skate boards about:
Me: What’s your end goal here?
Lucas: To have fun.
Me: Fair enough (and I walked back to the house.)
I taped the super bowl yesterday and then just fast forwarded through the game to watch the commercials
BTW I thought the Chevy commercial won.
When I pressed play while the game was on:
Jordan: Oh no! Did we catch up to real time?
Me: No, I just wanted to watch the last 9 seconds of the
game.
Jordan: *SIGH* Fine.
Half way through the game, Lucas made some pasta, and
shoved a lot into his mouth quickly.
Lucas: I really don’t feel well.
Me: Just a suggestion, maybe next time you should chew your
food before you swallow it.
(Lucas running to the kitchen sink to get sick.)
Jordan: I can’t believe we have to tell you to chew your
food!!!
Lucas: I’m already throwing up – I think it’s too late to
tell me anything.
When the game was over, my phone began to ring. It was Erika, so I got worried she was going
to ask me about the game, but happily, I was wrong.
Erika: I just finished watching the last Twilight Movie
where Bella drinks blood from a cup. I
can’t BELIEVE there isn’t a warning label – no I can’t believe YOU didn’t warn
me about this movie. What about people
like me who pass out from the thought or sight of blood!? It’s outrageous that
there isn’t a more explicit warning!
Me: Let me get this straight, you’re outraged, on the verge
of suing, because they didn’t warn you that a VAMPIRE movie would have someone
drinking BLOOD. Yea, I am so sorry about
that. For the future, Zombie movies will
probably have zombies eating flesh and brains.
Erika: NOT OUT OF A TAKE OUT CONTAINER!!
Me: So the problem with Hannibal Lector eating liver with a
side of fava beans is the seasoning?
Erika: Basically, yes.
I think I’ll share a work story. I don’t know if I mentioned that when we
moved to this building, I asked my boss to warn people about my laugh. Mostly, I was worried that by sitting
upstairs on the “balcony” area, in a building with new windows but lots of
concrete, that my laugh would travel up and then bounce off the ceiling and
then be shared with the whole studio. I
don’t think my boss warned anyone, but I haven’t received any complaints
yet. (Maybe no one up here is
funny?) Point is, I am up a flight of stairs, so I called
my pregnant co-worker downstairs.
Me: Hi!
C: Where are you?
Me: Upstairs.
C: Oh I thought you were offsite because you were using the
phone.
Me: Nope. I was just
calling to ask you if you would bring me up a coca-cola zero.
C: What?
Me: Just kidding.
I’m calling you to ask you to respond to my email. (I’m not sure if that’s better.)
C: Okay. Will
do.
5 Minutes later, Corrinne walked upstairs to my desk.
Me: Where’s my coca-cola zero?
C: Oh no! I forgot.
I just wanted to come up here to see if my email was the response you
needed.
Me: Now, I feel bad that I made a pregnant person walk up a
flight of stairs.
C: I tried to call you, but I don’t know how to use the
phone.
Me: Naturally.
Over IM
Me: Do you want a sandwich from Jimmy Johns?
C: Yes. Wait, the internet isn’t working.
Me: Did a uke fall on your laptop?
Me: its important you stop after the first video that I
sent Also, I just realized I sent you
an internet link to check out about not being able to check the internet
Other than that, it was a gorgeous weekend. The dog park was crazy busy. I met up with Becky and Jared (she was
meeting her boss at the park, and I brought two dogs so she looked like she
belonged. ) I overheard a guy answer the phone and say, “I’m at a dog park.
There are literally THOUSANDS of dogs running around without leashes. I have never in all my life seen anything
like it. It’s incredible.” See Sean? It’s not weird that on your one day
in Seattle I took you to the dog park.
:P
Oh! In case you didn’t see it last week:
And, Okay Diana and Erika, I just requested an invitation to Pinterest. I don’t know if I have time in my life to be addicted to another site… but for you? Anything.
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