Cake

The worst part about working in an office with a variety of people is that they are always bringing in food they have made... now most people would see this as a plus. However, for someone who does not have the greatest metabolism, this is problematic. In addition to all the food being brought in, we also celebrate EVERYONE's birthday individually, and with cake, an amazing Bi-Lo cake with buttercream icing. So for the 30 something people who work here, that means about 30 cakes a year. That is more than two a month. Thankfully, we are trying to cut that down with only one cake a month and therefore today we had one cake. I couldn't resist. Plus, everyone makes you feel bad for not accepting cake. They start in with you are the young one, or you are skinny, or whatever false accusation they throw at you to entice you to join them in eating the cake. So I did, I caved, and it was good. So good, that I took a BIG piece. Not an end piece, but a BIG one. Then I proceeded to eat every bite... really I savored every bite. I will not think it was worth it when I hit the gym tonight and add an extra 30-45 minutes of cardio to try and work off even the smallest bit of the cake.

So, this is to say, although birthday cake is very good, it is the devil....

Fergie

No the topic of this blog is not the singer Fergie but a much more famous Fergie that lives right here in Columbia, SC. Dr. Sinclair Ferguson, or as he is affectionately known in our circle, Fergie Ferg. I think one of the youth came up with that.

Yesterday, the sermon was phenomenal. I often want to leave immediately from the sermon to be by myself and reflect over what has just been said. I am not one for retention unless it is immediately thought over again.

On the way out of the church, I was walking through the side door towards Lady street and Dr. F was standing in the doorway. He said, "I'll suck in and maybe you can pass by." I replied with something like, "I am not that big, I'll fit." But what I really wanted to do and say was, "Suck it in buddy!" And punch him in the gut-- ever so lightly. I am sure had I done this, that I would have gotten a big laugh out of him but probably not out of the little old church ladies trying to make it to their cars....

Fake Out

So, while perusing Allure magazines website today, I came across the funniest thing. I so want one of these! I mean it is just hilarious... some guy had to definitely come up with this. Introducing the Ms.Taken...http://mstaken.com/buy/

If I lived in a city where there actually were single guys around, I would have one of these. Too funny!

Hopefully, I will be inspired to blog something later but these past two days have been kind of dull... not sure if that is a good or a bad thing!

Hawaiian shirts, the Bach and more...

So I didn't get to blog this weekend with one roommie moving out and another moving in. Also, had lots on my list to accomplish and slowly moving through it!

Yesterday, I was ready to blog but then felt the need to police my assistant who has become so sloppy in the past few months... but I was sitting at a staff meeting yesterday morning and "listening" to the head honcho and noticed he was wearing a Hawaiian shirt. I don't get men in Hawaiian shirts. Why is it that they think this is an everyday appropriate dress-- wear a polo shirt or something! I hate Hawaiian shirts. I don't even like them when they are appropriate, well I think the only time they are appropriate is at luaus... and only if those luaus are in Hawaii. Well, as I sat there trying to zone back in on what he was saying I noticed the guy straight across from me was also wearing a Hawaiian shirt... and so on went down the table. I think I missed the memo! I was sitting next to the HR woman, whom I share a great deal of laughs with, so I passed her a note (like in high school) that read, "I didn't get your memo on Friday about today being Hawaiian shirt day." As I passed it, I started shaking a little with the absurdity of all the middle-aged men in my office sitting around in these shirts. My handout quickly became covered with my doodles as I tried to not think about it anymore and to stop laughing!

Soooo, last night was the Bachelorette week 3. We were stoked and ready for some drama. Smaller crowd this week but still the ever faithfuls. We watched a great date with Ed, a kind of boring one at the movie set-- Jilli better not think a career in film is up next-- and then a sad day as Sasha got the boot! And what was up with him leaving on the bus??? Totally weird... made me think that Andy Samberg would come out of nowhere and start singing "I'm on a bus." That would have only made that moment better.

Ok, I am SO over Wes. I am done. I don't like him! I mean he totally ripped that song off of George Strait-- has anyone seen Pure Country???? I'm just saying... So everyone hates Juan. Everyone but Jilli! I feel she might be a little blind. He is too calculated-- but wait Jilli even said that about him. To me calculating= bad news bears. Not that I am a love expert but, I feel like that is usually something they say about the villain in the story.

Let's talk about David. He got so smashed last night (I feel cool saying it that way-- keeps me young-haha). And made a fool of himself and she kept him. But she did give him the first impression rose so she does have a history with him. Glad that Brad is gone-- totally lame!! I cannot believe she kept the foot guy. His montage about the feet was so funny/disturbing/made me cringe. One of the girls said, "I thought it was endearing the first time he said it but then he just got creepy!" Uggh, my stomach's a little queasy just thinking about it. Hopefully, foot boy won't pass go this week. The preview next week promises some drama and we are ready!

That is all for now... off to work some...

Friday!

So today has been a day of normality. No funny thoughts, interesting tidbits, or something to bring me immediately to my blog to send into the webisphere (is that a word??). I did realize that I needed to blog today as I am trying to make it a daily thing. I was reminded to blog when I got a text from my friend Lindsay. She and her boyfriend started this thing where they come up with 15 things for each other to do the next week and for each thing not accomplished, a dollar goes into the jar. They have not decided what the money will be used for but a fun idea. One of the things he wrote for her was to blog this week... so that made me thing, Oh I haven't done that today!

So Lindsay and I are yes, Taylor Swift fans, and we got tickets to her show in Charlotte in September. Well... we are super excited, even if we are surrounded by teenyboppers, i.e. teenagers. So last night Linds mentioned she saw that the tickets for her show in Greenville went on sale today. I said, let's totally go!! I was half-kidding. But hey, you only live once. So we are now spending an entire weekend devoted to Taylor Swift in September. Yes, that's right, the concert on Friday night is in Greenville and on Saturday we see her in Charlotte. It should prove to be a fun weekend away to play!

The most exciting part of my day, besides finally getting my oil changed and tires rotated was while perusing ET online, I came across a wonderful thing. They released 15 minutes of the Twilight Saga: New Moon that is going to be shown on Sunday at the MTV movie awards! Nothing like a little anticipation of November to get you ready for the weekend! That and that on Sunday they are playing the whole trailer on the awards show.

Well, time to start my weekend!!!!!!

Office Pets

So I was thinking on the way to work yesterday what a great thing it would be to have office pets. You know like a dog or cat that lived at the office and would serve as somewhat of a tension soother. I mean wouldn't it be nice to have a friendly face, wagging their tail upon your arrival each morning. I think it would help to cut down on workplace violence.

I was thinking about this when I walked through the back doors at my building. I was greeted by one, one of many, or our workplace pets... a roach. A big flying one that was on its last leg. Then I passed a cricket as I was walking back towards the breakroom to put up my lunch. That is where I encounter the rest of our pets-- yes, next to the breakroom. You see part of our offices are encompassed by DNR. But they are not the culprits. We have an educator (I guess you call her a wildlife educator) and she has many "pets". So yes, I have been sitting at my desk and watched a possum follow her down the hallway. In the room next to the breakroom (remind me to start buying my lunch), there is a small zoo of sorts. We have 3 snapping turtles, too many snakes to count and to think about, some fish, a blind owl, 2 possums (one is a baby named Sweet Pea), rats and mice (probably for the snakes to eat), and some other random things that I don't really care to know about. I have told them that the first day I come to work and see any of the snakes slithering down the hall will be the last day they see me!

I am not sure the office pet idea is a good one... well, maybe if you got to choose, as we did not.

Gaggle of Skanks

Umm yes... I totally used/came up with/said out loud... "gaggle of skanks" at work. While I was referring to something that happened on The Hills, I am pretty proud of my new statement. It did make me think of back in the day, college, that we used to call each other "hoe-bag." My mom hated it!! She would get so mad at me when I would say that... so I often called her one too. I mean it was a term of endearment. Now, I would think it was weird if I walked up to one of my college friends and said, "hey hoe-bag." Now I choose nicknames... I think I call everyone by one. I wonder if nicknames came about from laziness or back to the whole term of endearment thing. I have always been a nickname kind of girl, as in I call everyone by nicknames... even my parents! They are Fred and Weeza. Umm... in real life they go by Frank and Lisa. My nicknames have varied so much in life... when I was little they called me Hazel... because one day I was down at the my grandparents farm in Mississippi and I wanted to call home and my grandpa told me I had to do it by myself. Well, the operator thought I said my name was Hazel, I cried because I didn't think my parents would know who it was! hahah. My cousin Carrie, more of a sister than a cousin, has always called me Heatho.

High school, cruel high school, my best friend Cara started calling me Hester thanks to 11th grade English. I wonder what my teacher's name was... College it was H-A, Ha, Heath, and so on.

OK so back to the gaggle of skanks... I love this new term... just hoping I can't use it in my life but only refer to that lovely thing that encompasses our summer tv-- reality shows, which I hate, except the Bachelorette!