3 and 2

So I am a little nervous to go to my "unofficial" 15 year high school reunion. Why you ask? Well because I am probably the only one in the room who doesn't have three names and two kids. In fact, I just went through a breakup and now I am single again. But then I wonder, why do I put so much emphasis on the fact that I am not like everyone else. I am me. And I do cool things to be proud of. So its cool. I'll get to see people i haven't seen in years and hear things like, "you haven't changed a bit" which um.....isn't true at all. ;)

Construction

Can someone please explain to me why there are 30 cops on my 6 miles to work that stand around at construction sites. Do they know that they are actually doing more harm than good. They stand there and wave on traffic and at the same time, tell you to go. They text. They talk to other cops. They basically do everything but direct you to the place you are supposed to go.

I rolled my window down the other day and said to one, "it changes everyday on this street. i have no idea where I am supposed to go." And he said, "then you need to pay more attention."

Um....then what is he being paid for???

Cleaning

Sometimes when you make a mess out of your life; for whatever reasons, it is very important to realize that you can't clean it all up in one night. But at the very least, you can do the dishes.

So that is what I am going to do.

Morbid

I am very happy that I am not morbidly obsese or super obsese. Or obsese. Or even overweight. I remain a constant 140-150 depending on the month. I do have a little pudge in the belly but that is because I enjoy eating. And I can eat a lot.

If I was obsese though, I bet I would be one of those obsese women who go from drive through window to drive through window ordering hamburgers and french fries and sit in my little car stuffing my face in the parking lot looking around to see if anyone is looking and crying.

But I am not. I did, however, just sit in my office licking and biting a huge eclair just now and savoring every bite.

Validates my barcode on our bodies idea

From MSN..."Jenkins was accused of killing his ex-wife, a model whose body was so badly mutilated when found in a trash bin outside Los Angeles it had to be identified by her breast implants' serial numbers. He evaded a massive international manhunt for days as he crossed from California into his native Canada."

Is there something in this paragraph that stands out as kind of funny in a sick way? Hmmmm.......

TV Talk

You know what I can't stand about my job. I don't have anybody to talk to about TV. I am currently sitting in my office watching the You Tube video of Heidi Montag lipsynching her Body Language song on the Miss Universte pageant and I am freaking pissing my pants laughing. This stuff is priceless. And I am all by myself. People take themselves too seriously here.

Names

I really like when people can make an effort to remember your name. At work, this woman came barging in demanding something be done. First, not the best way to make an introduction to me. Second, got a flabby handshake. Oh hell no. You make an effort when you shake my hand. And third, when I finally finished it for her, she walked right past me in my own office and said, "I am looking for Laura Goldberger."

Right.......