Taking What is Left

Where did everybody go?

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Wed, 20 May 2009 21:51:00 +0000

I can now be found here: Colorful Metaphors

See ya there!

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Wed, 20 May 2009 19:48:00 +0000

I think it's time for a makeover.

Not a style one, although that would be cool, I think it's time to change things up around here.

I've gotten so negative lately. That needs to stop. I don't know when I turned into a stark raving bitch, but that also needs to end.

So my attitude adjustment will start here, on ye olde blog. I mean look at it! That title? Pretty darn negative, but I guess that's where I was at the time.

So stay tuned. I'll past directions to the new place when I get moved in.

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Tue, 19 May 2009 19:39:00 +0000

This is a test. I am testing the mobile blogging function of Blogger.

This should scare you because I have my most random thoughts in the parent pick up line, which is where I am now.

The bigger question to me is how long of a post I can do. Let's find out shall we?

Thank goodness for people with too much time on their hands...

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Mon, 18 May 2009 14:34:00 +0000

Or else I would have nothing to post today. This is really good for a Monday chuckle.

You're welcome.

A new Friday meme...

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Fri, 15 May 2009 21:12:00 +0000

I want to get back into the habit of posting more frequently because I hate disappointing my fan. But sometimes I just don't have enough for an entire post, which is why I like facebook so much. Anyway, the I saw Friday Fragments over at Kori's place and I figured that I could do this. Gives me something to do while I'm convserving energy for tonight's concert.

* Austin has the best bumper stickers. Like this one: Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard. Be evil.

* Best name for a computer related business: Heroic Efforts Data Recovery Services

* The shopping center I went to last night had a Gold's Gym, three diet centers, and a Carl's Jr.

* I wake up in a cold sweat about the silent auction I'm trying to pull off. If I screw this up I am so out of a job. Gulp.

* I figured out that I will only see Thing 1 for 11 days in July. Between Boy Scout camp, church camp, my HS reunion, and Youth Gathering, we're just not going to see each other much. That's probably a good thing.

* Thing 1 wants to play tuba. TUBA. Where the eff did THAT come from? Is this karmic justice for me working my way through the brass section in high school?

* The elliptical trainer is busted. Which means I can't watch Heroes. Which means I can't get my ZQ fix. Grrr.

Okay then. That's enough for now. See ya later! Have a good weekend. :)

Cause I know you are wondering...

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Wed, 13 May 2009 17:00:00 +0000

Does Mel really play in an orchestra, or is that just all a load of hooey?

Why yes. Yes I do. And you can hear us right here!

That wasn't our best piece off of the last concert, but it was the best recording, if that makes any sense. Enjoy!

My glass house. Part II

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Tue, 12 May 2009 20:46:00 +0000

A few months back, you may recall a movie that came out. Something about vampires, I don't know. Sparkling vampires aren't my cup of tea. And I was a little embarrassed for some people out there (coughCityGir lcough) who were totally lusting after someone who was about half of their age. I kept thinking that these ladies really needed to get a grip.

Ahem. Well. I must apologize to you now. For I have seen Star Trek and I must say that Spock is hot. I already kind of knew that from when he played Sylar on Heroes, but he was pretty darn hawt as Spock. I mean, if Princess Penelope thinks he's hot and will consider seeing a sci-fi movie just to see him, you know it's something.

I know. It's embarrassing. But at least we were born in the same decade and no one would mistake me for his mom. And yeah, there's a better than average chance he's gay (God, it pains me to type that) but at least he looks like he takes a shower, unlike RP.

So, go ahead and cast your stones. I'm waiting. :) But look at this and tell me that I'm wrong:

pictures from

www.aceshowbiz.com

www.fanpix.com

And what does it say about me that two of my four starcrushes are from the Star Trek realm? The others are Patrick Stewart, Daniel Craig, and Hugh Jackman.

Updated to add: Jamie Bamber and David Tenant. OMG, BSG and Dr. Who. I'm such a geek! Thanks to Jen for reminding me of that one. :)

Monday Mission: Sing, Sing a Song..

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Mon, 11 May 2009 16:12:00 +0000

Yesterday, I thought I could do this. I take it on Faith that I can do stuff like this in the Heat of the Moment. I am no Stranger to creative endeavors like this one. I am in fact Notorious among my peers for doing such things.

But I guess I was Crazy. It's been such a Manic Monday, that I can't come up with such a Fancy post. And that just leaves me Cryin', since I promised Painted Mapole that I would Try a Little Tenderness this week since it's been a Long Time Gone since I did her Monday Mission.

But Baby, I'm Back. I've got lots of post ideas again! When you have writer's block, The Waiting's the Hardest Part, but it's Already Gone! So, I'll See You again soon!

This post was part of the Monday Mission. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to use song titles in your post. Check out the Painted Maypole for more participants.

The one where you question my judgement...

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Mon, 04 May 2009 22:05:00 +0000

I'm still there.

Sorry, speak up Mel. You did NOT just say you were still there.

*sheepish grin*

Yeah. I did. But here's the deal. They recognized that she is an inexperienced manager and needs support in that, so they are going to help her develop her management skills. And in return for that, I am going to give this another chance. The PD really likes me and thinks I do good work. She also recognized the fact that I admitted I wasn't blameless in this situation and could totally see that a lot of this happened because of poor management and communications skills. So, since they are making an effort, I will make the effort. If things don't improve by the time of the auction, then I walk.

I think this is the best outcome for everyone. Matilda gets what she needs in some badly needed training. I get to keep a job I really like. People get clean water. It's all good.

The letter I wanted to send, but did not...

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Sat, 02 May 2009 13:04:00 +0000

Background: The previous email to my boss was one question: "Do you think this situation is salvageable?" When she answered my question with: "That's a good question. What do you think?" I took that as a cue to tender my resignation. This is a letter I wish I could send. Names have been changed, of course....

Matilda,

You are right. That is the million dollar question. I’ve done nothing in the past 36 hours except contemplate it, much to the chagrin of those around me. From my family, to a mentor, to my cats, I’ve thrashed this around and keep coming to the same conclusion. And that would be no.

And how could it be otherwise? From the beginning, you have questioned my judgment, my commitment, and my abilities. On Thursday you did it in such a way that there is no return from. The bridge is burned.

You have repeatedly questioned my judgement. I was hired to develop the Austin area market and I believed that I would be able to do so in way that I saw fit. Instead, I am continually criticized for making decisions that I think best for my area. And when I chose to spend time developing a relationship with a congregation that *I* initiated contact with over a networking breakfast for a group of congregations that *you* wanted me to attend (and as it turns out, aren’t even in my market area, but yours) I am exhibiting poor judgment.

You have repeatedly questioned my commitment. From the beginning, I have read and studied and prepared. I have made THREE displays, just in case there should be a time I need to have two at once. Which has already happened. For World Water Day, I called over thirty churches to ask them if they would take our inserts. I delivered inserts personally to four of them. I don’t know if that bore any fruit or not, but I tried. I got into four congregations via their VBS program this summer. I was developing a year round Sunday School plan which I would have used at THREE congregations starting in the fall. I got one of the very prominent congregations in Austin to make us their benevolence focus for the month of October. I started a blog which I was hoping to grow over time to see if that would help our online presence. I found a place which might have sold our water on a continuing basis. I volunteered for the extra tasks such as coordinating the merchandise sales for the Youth Gathering. I tried to plan an event for the Annual Fund. I completely rearranged my schedule, and burned a bridge or two myself, to go to Brenham at the last minute. And yet, when I can’t drop things at a moments notice to go to the film festival, an event that had not been made clear to me that I would be required to attend, my commitment is questioned. Ironically, I received that phone call from you right after I had confirmed my attendance at a ***** Board meeting that I really would rather not have attended since it was the morning after a concert performance for me. But I was going to do it anyway, because I am committed. To have you question my commitment in the way that you did was insulting.

You have repeatedly questioned my abilities. You criticize me for having poor numbers in the first quarter. Of course I had poor numbers in the first quarter; I didn’t even start until March. My first engagement wasn’t even until March 14. The first real thing I did was to try and get inserts for World Water Day, which was March 22. Where was I supposed to get numbers from? In any other sales job I’ve had, it takes at least 90 days to ramp up. I’ve only been here 60. Things were just starting to fall into place. I’d agree with you that I’ve been going to Minerva too often and taking up her time. But I didn’t have the authority to make the final call on the location for the auction and I needed her resources as Program Director to get information on potential attendees. I also needed her information on previous contacts in Austin so I can take them over. That should mostly be done by now, but it’s not my fault if people who have built relationships with Zeus and Minerva continue to call them instead of me. Those people aren’t “trained” otherwise yet, but I was working on it. Finally, the way you questioned my ability to pull off the auction was also very insulting. My logistics of the auction were completely under control and on schedule. But instead of encouragement, you tell me that you don’t think I can pull it off.

I know we got off to a rough start, but I thought we were past that. I made an effort to learn from some of the things you had done to see if they would work here in Austin. I made the effort to keep you informed of my activities outside of reporting by sending you text messages if I had a particularly good conversation with a group because I know you like to hear things like that. I asked if the reporting and the pipeline I was building was ok, and you led me to believe that it was. I have been proactive in just about every area. In sixty days I have put forth a tremendous amount of effort in laying the foundations for building our presence in Austin. For a part-time position that is paying me less than minimum wage on a hourly basis, I am very committed. I wouldn’t be doing all of this if I wasn’t. And yet I am asked to “rethink my employment” because I can’t attend something at the last minute. When I asked you point blank about our situation, you didn’t even give me a straight answer. A simple yes or no would have sufficed. The fact that you answered my question with a question told me all I needed to know. You have no faith in me and I won't work for someone who feels that way.

Like I said, I didn't send it. But it feels good to get it all out.

Sometimes the voices in your head are right

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Fri, 01 May 2009 07:24:00 +0000

This is how someone who gets a divorce after a month or two must feel.

I questioned taking the job. But I thought the cause was just and worthwhile, and these misgivings were really growing pains of the company. It would pass. But there was just this nagging feeling that something wasn't right.

I kept thinking it was me and my expectations. That I was somehow the problem here. And maybe I am to some extent, but today? It looks like the voices were right.

I have repeatedly changed my plans and done a lot of things in the name of this part time job. And still, if I show any reluctance to completely uproot my schedule, my commitment and abilities are called into question. For a part time job that pays basically nothing. Today, I was told I needed to "rethink my employment" after I chose not to pursue an UNCONFIRMED speaking engagement on Saturday that was a 200 mile round trip (which according to the new travel policy I would NOT be reimbursed for) and then could not attend a networking function AT THE LAST MINUTE this evening. I was criticized for not bringing in a lot of money in the first quarter, even though I was hired with only three weeks remaining in it. To put the icing on the cake, this person told me that she didn't have any confidence that the fundraiser I am planning would be successful.

I haven't taken any irreversible actions, yet. But I don't see this coming to a good end. Because if I don't pull this auction off, I'm toast. And if I do, what happens the next time I cannot drop everything because they think I need to do something? I don't see the tiger changing his stripes.

I know that there is always some crap with a new job. But this? Is not acceptable.

So here I am in the middle of the night because I can't sleep over this. My confidence is totally shot to hell because I don't know how much of this is my failing versus the organization/my boss. I'm not completely blameless here, to be sure. I'm going to lose a huge amount of face over this and it's embarrassing. After I send out the email I wrote, I expect to be asked to leave.

I think I'm past the point of advice. Unless it's for egg removal, since I seem to have it all over my face. But a drink or chocolate? Send 'em my way.

NO WAY! An actual post?!?!

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 19:38:00 +0000

Well, sort of.

I have an actual post in mind for tomorrow, but today, you get this.

If you've been wondering where I've been, click here. And pleasepleasepleaseplease pass it along to your readers/friends/casual acquaintances/other. Kthx!

And I promise I 'll start posting again. The muse appears to be back...

Progress Report

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 19:16:00 +0000

So, Mel. How's it going with the trainer?

Pretty well. I'm losing at a nice healthy pace. I'm down two, almost three, sizes so far. I can see the final goal. At this pace, I'll hit it by the end of June. Not bad. I wish it was faster, but this is healthier. I did just have an issue with a "plateau" that lasted the better part of a month. The only thing that kept me going was that I was still losing inches, so I knew I was doing something right. And then I stepped on the scale this morning and was down three pounds.

On an unrelated note, I got my eyebrows waxed yesterday.

In honor of National Poetry Month

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Wed, 08 Apr 2009 03:52:00 +0000

There once was a chika named Mel.

Who occasionally blogged fairly well.

But she's now joined the mob

Of those with a job

And now it's all gone to hell.

Ok, so it's a limerick, but what are you gonna do.

I'm still in kind of an adjustment phase. And worse? My camera phone won't upload to my new computer! So I have all of these pictures I've been taking and I can't even blog about it. Very frustrating.

Anyway, I do need to acheive some balance, and I do miss blogging. So I'll try and do better. But it is nice to have been missed. Although I rather suspect City Girl is afraid she's losing her cookie connection.

More things to ponder...

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 22:33:00 +0000

Ok, so I'm low on blog fodder. And actually I can't even claim this one since Spouse sent it to me.

Anyway, apparently the whole cafeteria-style religion thing has gone digital. You can now, just like a pizza, order up your prayers on the web.

Check it out: http://informationageprayer.com.

Read the FAQ for a good laugh. Espcecially the part about efficacy.

I can't make stuff like this up. I wish I could though. I'd be loaded. :P

Here's something to ponder...

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 04:18:00 +0000

Here's an article I saw on BBC talking about how monkeys react to tantrums.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/7934852.stm

I totally get this. Don't you? Discuss.

I do not think it means what they think it means...

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 12:16:00 +0000

part time: adj. for less than the standard number of hours;
Source: wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn

Yeah. Riiiiight.

The job is very cool. And things will normalize eventually after I get past this set up phase. I'm having to create all of the tools I need to use in order to do this job, so that is pretty time consuming. At least I got a shiny new laptop out of the deal. :) The bargains you can get right now are pretty phenomenal. I paid so little for this laptop at one of the major office supply chains that I'm surprised that the alarm didn't go off when I left the store. Anyway, the long and the short of it is that I'm working quite a bit right now. But it's all from home, which is cool. Eventually I'll start going to "engagements", but that's only 2-3 times per week, either on a Sunday or an evening and the day-to-day stuff will be in more of a "maintenance" rather than a "creation" mode. Although my territory is pretty darn big. Disadvntage of living in a large state: what is considered close by is a little skewed. Like Lubbock and the Permian Basin. Not close to Austin, yet in my territory. Not sure how I'm going to handle THAT one yet. I just have to remember that the experience I'm going to get is worth more than the pay, which isn't much. As the guy who helped me run my retreat said a few weeks ago, "The benefits in working for Jesus are mostly intangible, but pretty signifigant."

I'm trying to decide how much detail I want to go into on ye olde blog here since I'm not entirely sure that a google search of the charity I work for should bring up this blog. So if you are interested, see the widget at the upper right there? Yeah, that one. It will take you to a page that will give you some info (which is still in progress) and that links to the main site of the charity (which is also in progress). We'll be on facebook and twitter and all of that soon, so be looking for us.

One thing that I'm going to have to watch out for is what is known as "white liberal guilt". It's pretty hard to be working with some of the material I work with and not feel something. In creating my kiosk display, I'm working with some pretty stark images. Think of the most wrenching Sally Struthers ad you've ever seen, and double it. And as I'm sitting here trying to clinically look at these things and arrange them for maximum impact, it occurred to me what a schmuck I was for reducing these people's lives to "impact". Yes, I know. I'm helping them and that's a GOOD thing and that I have to do exploit them to some degree in order to create the desire to donate. It doesn't mean I'm any less of a schmuck. But at least I'm in a situation I can do something about it. Usually I see stuff like that and I feel kind of powerless. Now I'm actually part of the solution, and that feels pretty darn good.

Okay. Enough navel gazing. Time to get to it.

Here I come to save the day!

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Fri, 06 Mar 2009 18:07:00 +0000

Ok, so I'm totally ripping this off of my buddy at Pink Asparagus. But that's ok, because she ripped it off of someone and that's how the interwebs work, right? Right. So.

Enough with the secret identity. I am now....

I love it!

Want your own? Check out The Hero Factory.

Tigger arrested, charges pending

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Mon, 02 Mar 2009 02:10:00 +0000

Earlier today in the 100 Acre Wood, Tigger was arrested for disorderly conduct. Although field sobriety tests did not indicate the presence of alcohol or drugs in Tigger's system, his behavior was such that he was taken immediately to jail. Although the authorities have been called many times regarding Tigger's public conduct, this is the first time he has actually been taken into custody.

When asked how he would plead to the charges, Tigger's attorney, P. Bear, only stated "Oh, bother!" and referred us to his associate, Roo. Roo was unable to comment as he stated that "his mother didn't like him talking to strangers."

District Attorney Rabbit was quite forceful in his opinion that Tigger serve some time for his transgressions. "A body can't just go and mess with someone's garden! It's not right!", said D.A. Rabbit.

The trial date is set for April 1, in the court of Judge Owl.

*Actual picture of squad car not far from my home. I've seen him a few times before, but this was the first time I was able to get a picture of it.

What do you title an Ash Wednesday post, anyway?

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 15:19:00 +0000

So.

Today is Ash Wednesday. For those of the Lutheran/Catholic/Episcopalian persuasion, this is the day that marks the preparation for Easter in 40 days. And of course, everyone always asks. "What are you giving up?"

That is so negative. I have never liked it very much. I mean, if the whole idea is to prepare yourself for the Miracle that is Easter and all, shouldn't you be more positive? Isn't there a better way toward personal improvement than such negativity? At least that's my take on the whole thing. Your mileage may vary.

So what am I doing? Well, my take on it this year is that I need to improve my stewardship. That means lots of things, but simply put, I need to take better care of my stuff. And that doen't just mean cleaning the house more, although that is part of it (That cheering you hear in the background? Is the Spouse. Now just shut up, ok? :)) I have a lot of "stuff". I have my body, which I am taking better care of now. I have my gifts, which need to be better utilized. I have my time, which can be better managed. And there is financial "stuff", too. All of these are gifts and they all need to have better stewardship.

That's my goal for the next 40 days. Better stewardship of the gifts that I have been given. Of course, I need something a little more concrete to shoot for if I want to hit the target. Some of these things are going to be a little loose, like dust more frequently (or, just dust, period). Others are more concrete, like hitting my weight and/or measurement goal by Easter. But I'll have some goals and I will work toward them.

Like I said, it's a positive approach to this season. More of a "to do" list than a "don't" list. And as for the time management, well, that means that I'll be here a little less frequently. Not that I've been posting a lot lately, but I'm going to set aside times where that is what I do. I do enjoy blogging, but I need to keep things in moderation. Too much is a time suck, and too little causes me to miss it. A few of my favorite bloggers are dropping out because they lost some perspective and that's sad (and yes, I'm talking to YOU, AFF, if you're even reading this) because they are cool funny people who have something to say. Anyway, if I tell myself that I'm only going to post on, let's say Monday and Thursday, then I'll probably have better content. That's the theory anyway...

So there ya go. Have a great Ash Wednesday, if it's something that you do. And if it isn't, then have a nice day anyway. It's BEAUTIFUL here in Austin. A great day to be alive and facing new challenges. I can't wait.

**Bonus funny Ash Wednesday story: When Thing 2 was about four or so, we went to services and he refused to have the ashes put on his forehead. Wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. Anyway, he notices that he's the ONLY ONE who has no ashes on his forehead and he starts feeling a little self conscious I guess. So he reaches into his busy bag and grabs a black crayon and tries to draw ashes on himself. We were sitting in the front row (which if you are Lutheran means you got there late) and the pastor could see this and he was totally trying to not bust a gut laughing...

Boys and girls, the word for today is...

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 03:48:00 +0000

EMPLOYED

That's all I can really say for now, as there are a few more details to hammer out. But it looks like it's all gonna work out after all. :)

And now I'm going on my church women's retreat and eat some smores. Diet be dammed. Oh wait. Of course, Trixie, I would never eat the smores. That would be bad. Silly me. :)

Happy Monday to you!

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 11:00:00 +0000

more animals

This just made me laugh and laugh and laugh. Thus, I will share it with you. :)

You gotta be kiddin' me!

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 19:50:00 +0000

So my friend over at Cello Centered had this at her blog today: The Typealyzer. It will scan your blog and let you know what Meyers-Briggs type you are. I have alwaysalwaysalways come back as an INTJ, so imagine my surprise when it came back as this:

ESFP - The Performers

The entertaining and friendly type. They are especially attuned to pleasure and beauty and like to fill their surroundings with soft fabrics, bright colors and sweet smells. They live in the present moment and don´t like to plan ahead - they are always in risk of exhausting themselves.

The enjoy work that makes them able to help other people in a concrete and visible way. They tend to avoid conflicts and rarely initiate confrontation - qualities that can make it hard for them in management positions.

Just a little different, but it still actually fits me. Pretty funny though. What type are you?

Helping my person out...

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 23:04:00 +0000

S'up guys? It's me, Chase the Cat, back from my near death experience. Check it out:

I hear chicks dig scars, so maybe I ought to take advantage of this while I can. Of course, being neutered and all might put a little damper on the fun, but a guy's gotta try, right?

Anyhoo, Mel has been beyond swamped lately. I mean between saving my life (which, by the way, I'm very grateful for), planning the science activity night at school, extra rehearsals for orchestra, extra practice for orchestra, preparing music for Lent, planning a retreat for church, and interviewing for a job, she's been a little preoccupied. Other bloggers have announced sabbaticals recently; Mel may have to do the same until she ~~stops playing Pathwords on Facebook~~ gets some things in Real Life under control.

In the meantime, I thought I would intervene here and post for her, just so that you know she's ok, if a little swamped. Just my way of saying "Thanks" for the whole saving the life thing. When I was trying to catch up for her, I did hit "mark as read" on the over 400 posts in her reader. I read the last entry each of you guys made on your blogs just for catch up, but I'm thinking she'll thank me later.

I know she'd want me to tell you about her second interview, and, well, she's not as optimistic anymore. It's not like they don't think she's qualified and all, it's, well, kind, of weird actually. From hearing Mel talk to Spouse about it, she thinks the other candidate, based on a resume she saw on the table and questions that were directed toward her at the interview, may actually be from the area that this charity seeks to help. So even though, from the upside down reading of this resume, this person has no experience in fundraising, marketing, or giving presentations, Mel is pretty sure that this other person will get the job based on the "passion" that they could bring. I guess the theory would be that the skills can be taught, if the person has enough passion. It would be strategy decision on their part, and one that does have some merit. She's supposed to find out on Monday. That's gonna make for a fun weekend, NOT!

But I know that you are really wondering about me, so I'll tell you. I'm finally back in good health, beating up my sister, playing with snakes, and just being a cat. One thing different though, I do not like Mel and Spouse's closet anymore. I spent so much time in there when I was sick, I guess the place just reminds me of how bad I felt. When I see the door open, I fluff up and growl a bit, just to let everyone know about it. It's not my happy place anymore. I guess I'll have to find a new place. Any suggestions?

OOOH! Mel's walking into the kitchen to make some dinner, which means it's time for me to get under her feet and hope she'll throw me a scrap or two. Wonder what's on tap for tonight? Chicken, beef, or pork? I hope not seafood, because I overheard Mel saying that there was a possibility that I have some sort of deficiency that won't allow me to digest fish, which is probably what started this whole near death thing in the first place. Not cool, especially since I only had just discovered tuna. Ah, to taste the sweet nectar of the sea, then to have it permanently denied me...

Anyway, I gotta motor. Chase out.

Oh and where did the polka dots go? Mel's gonna be pissed about that one. She'll have to design a whole bunch of new stuff and like she's got time for that right now...

An odd day...

noreply@blogger.com (Melissa) — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 22:31:00 +0000

I had to do two things I really don't like to do today.

These things aren't necessarily bad things, but they kind of wig me out and if I have to do them during the course of my day, well, bleh.

1. Check out of the grocery store in a lane that sells cigarettes.

I'm not sure why this gets me so weirded out, but it does. I will stand in a longer line to avoid the whole cigarette thing. I can smell them, so maybe that's it. Anyway, I couldn't use the self service line because I was buying a gift card, and there were no other lines open.

2. I would have been the first car in the parent pick up line after school, but I waited in the visitor parking lot until there were about 10 cars in line.

Some parents will probably think "But what's wrong with that", and there are parents I know of who will wait for a hour so that they can pick up their little darling right as the bell rings. But I don't like to be the first one in line for this. I was running errands after lunch and by the time I was done, there wasn't any time to go home and then back up to school, so I just waited in the parking lot and read blogs off of the mobile reader.

So I'm a freak, I know. But we all have our little quirks and I guess these are just some of mine. What about you? How are you a freak?