A Little Help From My Friends

I have a friend who has told me that it is her mission to find a man for me.  She tells me that she is on the lookout for a good guy.  Her first prospect was an auditor she met at work.  Unfortunately, he had a girlfriend.  Next, she thought I should date and marry her brother-in-law.  She told me this multiple times.  I politely declined.  (Side note:  Her BIL is super sweet.  I do actually know him, but don't think that we'd be a match.)  Then, I had to answer a series of questions:

How do you feel about older guys?
(I don't think she meant just a couple of years older)

How do you feel about guys with kids? 

How do you feel about bigger guys?

A couple of weeks ago she'd found THE ONE.  She recently ran into a high school friend at a wedding in her hometown and urged me look him up on facebook.

Another friend told me once that she had a guy I could date.  He had even said that he would go to church.  Unfortunately, that didn't sound too appealing to me.  I would rather have someone who is already attending church and not just going to please me. 

Recently, I was called into my boss' office to view a male employee's info on our office intranet and asked what did I think.  I said that I didn't know.  I don't know him.  Unfortunately,  the information listed wasn't very helpful to me unless I wanted to personally contact him.  No interests.  No hobbies.  No height.  No mention of where he can be found on Sunday mornings.  These employee profiles aren't helpful at all!

Several days after this, I received a phone call from a co-worker who had just left for lunch.  She urged me and my fellow single co-worker to visit the lobby downstairs where we would find "two fine pieces of real estate."  Unfortunately, we were in the middle of some important business (deciding what to get for lunch) and the lobby was empty by the time we finally made it downstairs.

While the sudden interest in my marital status has been entertaining, I try not to show too much interest when people mention finding someone for me.  It's not that I'm uninterested.  It's just that I'm unsure of who they might "find."  I would like to think that I have high standards.  There's nothing wrong with being picky when the decision will affect the rest of your life. 

It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark.......

Tonight I stood in a room full of howling women -- and I mean that literally. 

In my Zumba class earlier this evening my teacher chose "Thriller" as one of our songs.  She did the actual dance and I attempted to follow along.  She stopped, however, in order to encourage everyone to howl like the creature in the song.  I wasn't as enthusiastic about howling as many of my classmates.  In fact, I didn't attempt it at all. The instructor went around the room urging several people to try howling.  I am quite thankful that she did not stop in front of me. She informed us that this releases stress.  It just made me feel silly. 

I say to each his own.  Do what makes you feel good, at least in this case.  Exercise is always more enjoyable when you're having fun.  It was odd, though, to see that many women, most of them middle-aged, howling and loving it. 

The good thing about Thursday...

..is that it is ALWAYS followed by Friday.  And I am always ready for Friday.

Also, on Thursday I get to watch The Office, Community, and Grey's Anatomy. 

I love The Office.  Like Really.  And I know some people just don't get it.  I am sad for them.  When I started my current job I brought to my cube my The Office quotes daily calender and some The Office magnets.  I didn't overload my cube with memoribilia.  I do have other interests.  These items should have helped me draw in interesting people who share the same love.  Unfortunately, no one in my department is a big fan. 

One day I wondered if I could date/marry someone who didn't love The Office.  I know I could, but when I envision the perfect guy I see us watching The Office together.  Is there something wrong with me?  I don't think so.  At least not in this aspect. 

Okay.  I could go on, but I won't.  I might lose the one reader I have. 

Tomorrow we are celebrating Boss' Day at work by having a snack day.  On snack days everyone brings some type of food and places it in the snack cube.  Yes, we have a cube just for snacking.  It's important! 

What's also important is that I actually get to work on time.  I have been late every day this week.  I don't even remember ever hearing my alarm go off this morning.  I am so ready for the weekend!

Life from my Iphone

I recently scrolled through the pictures I have collected on my Iphone over the past year or so.  I actually forget to use my Iphone's camera function most of the time, but I thought I'd share some of what I found:

I was on my way to my grandparent's house when I noticed some changes had been made to these two signs.  I especially enjoy "Love Awaits."

I snapped this picture one evening at Wal-Mart.  I was trying to find a register with a short line at which I could pay for my purchases.  Of course, everyone and their brother were there and there weren't enough checkers working.  I wanted to stand in the "20 Items or Less" line, but changed my mind when I saw the number of items in this gentlemen's cart.  I wasn't too happy at this point, but perhaps he didn't know this line was for 20 or less items.....

Once upon a time I prepared my very own shrimp fried rice  - from scratch.  It took me quite some time; mostly because I'm slow, but I thought it turned out pretty well. 

This is a picture of my cubicle wall at work.  I have an Office quotes daily calender.  I tack my favorites to the wall. 

Back in June (or was it July?) my sister and I stood outside a movie theater waiting to see the midnight showing of Eclipse.  Upon entering we were marked with our theater number.  As you can see, we were residents of theater number 3.

These wonderful pistachios can sometimes be found in my desk drawer at work.  They make a nice afternoon snack and are already shelled so I can continue to work while eating.



This was my attempt to capture the true beauty of my paper skirt  while waiting to have a mole removed from my leg at the dermatologist's office.  Aren't you jealous?   

Ravioli Alfredo.  My lunch one day at work. 

Oh, what an exciting life I lead!