I haven't had much to talk about recently, and for that I apologize. Everything I've wanted to say as of late have been "one liners" or topics I didn't think anyone would care about or understand. Eventually, enough one-liners can be made into an actual blog post. Enjoy.
Do you ever have a meal that tastes so good, you don't want to eat it? Because if you eat it, eventually it'll disappear and then your taste buds will be sad?
Why do most men over 70 say wieners instead of hotdogs? It cracks me up every time I'm told I should go get some pungent wieners because they're better than Charlee Bears.
You know when you walk into the bathroom at work, and there are 3-4 occupied stalls but no one is... you know... going? Yeah, I hate that. It's awkward.
The best part about fall is that I can use my long sleeves to open doors in public places.
I was called one of "those people" at Target last night. Steve and I were buying cheap blankets because they were on sale for $4. The cashier asked us why we were buying so many, and we told her that we used them for the dogs. She asked how many dogs we had. We said three, plus a foster. That's when she said, "Ohhh, you're one of those people." I wasn't sure if she was judging us in a positive way or a negative way.
You know what would cheer me up? A messenger bag.
If I ask a question via email, please email me back with an answer. Don't leave me hanging.
I wish there was a completely comprehensive free online travel planner, but there is no such thing. I'm getting frustrated having to use several different websites to plan one roadtrip.
Have you ever seen a street name and instantly got the feeling that one of the houses on that street is haunted? I can't explain it, but yesterday at work I saw an address in Pennsylvania, and all of a sudden a chill went down my spine. Yep. Haunted.
Use at least one of these phrases this weekend: "Hasta La Pasta" "You're the boss, Applesauce" "You're the Bomb Dot Com" "Peace Out, Boy Scout" See how people react. I bet they'll smile, and you'll smile too.
A few nights ago, I had a dream that Steve got me an interview for a job at Prairie Meadows. I would serve macaroni and cheese and would be paid $40,000 annually. The catch? My salary would never increase, and I had to stay there forever - unless they fired me. The interview was in the women's bathroom at People's Church in Cedar Rapids IA. I stood outside, trying to figure out if I really wanted this macaroni job - if it was really worth it. The interviewer stuck his head out of the bathroom and asked if I needed any help... I said No and ran away.
Sometimes the toilets at work go haywire. They flush automatically, but sometimes they won't stop flushing for 10-15 minutes. Pure entertainment.
If you want to experience something in life, get out there and do it. Stop making excuses, and stop feeling sorry for yourself if you don't do anything to make it happen. The world isn't going to stop moving to wait for you... it's got a lot of momentum.
Steve says I need to end this blog post with a photo of a moustached Revy wearing a jaunty hat.