Thursday, November 26, 2009

Happy Turkey Day

May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey be plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
Have never a lump.  
May your yams be delicious
And your pies take the prize,
And may your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off your thighs!  
Happy  Thanksgiving Everyone!

Friday, November 20, 2009

Random Fact Friday

The Main Library at Indiana University sinks over an inch every year because when it was built, engineers failed to take into account the weight of all the books that would occupy the building. 

 Ok, so it's not really a fact. It's more of an Urban Legend.
But still...

As a Book Nerd, I thought that was funny.

Another random fact: spinning classes make your tailbone feel like it's going to crack. I went to check out the spinning class at my gym today for the first time and OH, my aching pieces!

But I felt great afterward.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Lying Liar and Other Things

A bunch of us at work are trying to loose weight in our own "Biggest Loser" type competition. Lucky me, I lost about 10 lbs. before the weigh in [flu bug] which means that it didn't count towards the competition. Although it still counts toward my personal goal [no numbers!]

I've developed this habit in the morning of stepping onto the scale first thing [after using the bathroom] and discovered that my $8 scale from Walmart is a lying liar. Apparenly my weight fluctuates around 5 lbs. throughout the day with what I'm assuming is waterweight and such. Still, it said I'd lost almost 20 lbs. I know that's not entirely true, but it looked pretty.  :)

My sister and I are going to see the Lion King on Sunday. I'm SO excited ['cause I'm a nerd like that].

Also, I finished my very first knit hat. Very exciting. It's a little large and I managed to invert my stitches when I was finishing it but, whatever. Yay!

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Michael Jackson and the Tooth Fairy

Last night I went to my Dad's house for dinner. Afterward we all sat down to play Imagine If [highly recommended, it's awesome] and in that game you write down the names of all the players along the outside of the board. There are 8 places so if you have less than 8 players you fill in the spaces with names of people and they don't have to be living or real. [In the past we've used Brittany Spears and Kevin Costner for instance.] This time we used Michael Jackson, Santa and the Toothfairy.

Now before I continue, let me just say that I sometimes say things before I think about them and how other people will react to the words that jump out of my mouth. So there I am staring at these names on the board and I laugh and say, "Wow. Out of all these names one is dead and two aren't real." There was a moment of shocked silence in which my dad gave me his sideways-bug-eyes look and my step-mom stared over at me with her jaw on the floor. This was at the exact same time that my sister was shouting "THEY ARE TOO REAL!" and my brother chimed in "Are not!"

Apparently my kid sister hadn't discovered the truth about the tooth fairy and Santa yet. Oops. My bad.

To quote Homer Simpson, "Doh!"

Friday, November 13, 2009

Random Fact Friday

French kissing involves all 34 muscles in the face. A pucker kiss involves only two.

On a different note, I had an optometrist appointment last Wednesday. Is it me, or is it kind of stressful? They're asking you all these crazy questions "Which is better, 1, 2, or 3?" or "How about now? and now?" I felt like I was back in school and the professor was messing with my head.

Apparently I passed the test though, I got my prescription for contacts renewed. Yes!

Monday, November 9, 2009

It's Good to be Queen

Today at work I went to my locker in search for a spoon and found this little lovely taped to the front:

I had to smile because I knew my friend Denise was the culprit. And it's totally true. So, as she suggested, I renamed my blog.

Thanks Denise!

Saturday, November 7, 2009


So apparently it's NaNoWriMo which, for those of you who have no idea what the hell I'm talking about, is National Novel Writing Month. Who knew there was such a thing?

All kinds of people. I'd heard it so much that I finally googled it.

Basically, all the writers of the world (?) professional and aspiring write a 50,000 word novel just for a challenge. Deadline is November 30 at midnight. Just to give you an idea, the average novel is around 100,000 words.

Sounds like fun.
I write only as a hobby (and I guard my writing viciously, people rarely read it--the most anyone has read my stuff was when I took a creative writing class last year [loved it!]) I might even be tempted to try it but it's already the 8th, almost the 9th, and 50,000 words is a tall order, and I'm kind of a sissy.

But still. Totally awesome idea.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

The Lady With the Cookie

Yesterday was hectic. It was Halloween and it was busy. On top of all the fun things I already needed to do I periodically ended up in a check stand [I work at a grocery store]. At one point a woman in one of those electric wheelchairs came through my line. She bought only one item; a shortbread cookie that was shaped like a pumpkin and had the words "Happy Birthday" scrawled across them in neon green frosting. I thought it was cute but I refrained from commenting on it as I helped her count out the exact change for her purchase.

Some time later I was off on the floor doing my own thing when the woman wheeled up to me and asked to use the phone to make a call and find out when the city bus would be stopping. So I walked her to our office and helped her make the call. Afterward she told me that when she first arrived at our bus stop today her wheels got stuck and a deaf man helped her get unstuck and off the bus. They got to talking and he told her that he was having an awful day. It was his birthday and he felt like no one cared. So she came inside and went to our bakery to pick out a cookie and asked one of the girls behind the counter to write "Happy Birthday" on the cookie. She then came through my line, bought said cookie, and tracked the guy down to give him his birthday cookie. She told me he cried and I could sympathize. That cookie had probably made his day; it made mine.

It's nice to know that there are people in the world that care, even if you're a complete stranger.

Happy Birthday, Man From the Bus.