Every once in a while, a co-worker will send me an e-mail like this:

Subject: car-jacking scheme ( Read more... )

A skinny version of my father appeared at my office this morning ( Read more... )

Great weekend. Friday. Chris B came over & hung out while I cleaned up. Later on, my mom & sister arrived. Saturday. Us girls walked down to eat lunch at Athenian Delights, then perused the shops in my complex. I’ll go ahead & skip the details - we shopped all damn day long. All I bought was Chris B’s Bday present and a Love’s Greatest Hits ( Read more... )

A co-worker & I just made homemade orange pineapple sherbet here at the office. Sweet, slushy, fruity, creamy heaven. Oh, how I love homemade ice cream. I haven’t had it in years. When I was a kid, I spent most of my summer days swimming in lakes next to my uncle or grandparents’ homes. I have fond memories of crawling out of the water to a ( Read more... )

I've spent the last 30 minutes talking to a chicken.

You've got to see this.
http://www.subservientchicken.com/

My boss just used the word "abortion" to describe something that was a failure & a complete waste of time. "That new engineering change was an abortion". Ha!

With all the time I've been spending at the gym, my butt is getting CUTE! Just try & not look at it next time you see me.

A peculiar thing has happened since Trey’s exodus. I’ve got a new and insatiable urge to learn and experience EVERYTHING. I feel like a sponge. All of a sudden, there’s all these books I want to read, movies I want to watch, foods I want to try, places I want to go, and music I want to discover. An audiobook is perpetually playing in my cd ( Read more... )

Oops. I forgot to update on my weekend. Friday night, played Bunco, and won a little foo-foo foot-care package. Hung out until 3, talking w/Robin & a very drunk Sandy. Saturday, lounged around the house, then met Conchita to do some shopping w/her. We went to Kitt’s for a feast of yummy Caribbean food. Afterwards, I headed off to poker for ( Read more... )

Trey’s moving to Lafayette in a few weeks. We’re both in agreement that it’s a good idea. This will be his first shot at independence. We discussed it Wednesday night while eating cheeseburgers and listening to a jazz band at the Hayride diner. They have this strange shop next door that sells everything from ugly used clothing to poetry sealed ( Read more... )

Shit. Why can’t Trey let me stay mad at him forever? I would be perfectly fine with the arrangement. Why did he have to come to my place last night, all calm and level-headed, offering me food from one of the best restaurants to ever exist? It would be so much easier to hold grudges ( Read more... )