Martin

This is Martin, my Betta. I never considered myself to be a fish person...I didn't really like them at all, until I inherited one at work a couple of years ago. His name was Simon. Actually, his name was some Spanish word that I could neither pronounce nor remember, so I named him Simon. I kind of grew attached to the little guy. He provided some entertainment on days when time was going slowly...and he was kind of an office mascot. Before long, another girl in my office wanted a fish. So we got her a Betta for her desk and named him Garfunkel. You see where we were going with that. I know...we were pretty clever. Well, that girl didn't work here long, so when she left, Garfunkel was mine as well. I don't know if he missed her or what...but he didn't last long. After him, I got Cash. Cash died. Simon lived on and on over on my desk, but the fish on the other desk were dropping like flies. I got Frank to replace Cash, and Frank and Simon seemed to live in pretty good harmony for quite a while. Finally...(after a tragic event that I choose not to discuss now)...Simon died, and I got Martin. I don't remember when Frank died, but eventually, he did, and we got Michael for the other desk. Martin and Michael have been thriving for a while now.

Until today. I think Martin is having some problems. He's not acting like himself. I'm a bit worried. I wanted to showcase him today in case I don't have the chance to do it tomorrow. I mean...nobody is going to want to see his picture tomorrow if he doesn't make it through the night.

So...long story short...I like Martin. I hope he doesn't die. Cross your fingers for him.

UPDATE: Martin lived. Phew...

Empty Bucket

This is my candy container on my desk at work. Actually...it's not on my desk anymore, I removed it. Sometimes it is chockfull of delicious treats, from a Tootsie Assortment, to Hershey's Kisses, to Reeses Delights. For a while now...it's had one solitary grape sucker. Nobody wants that sucker, it's pretty clear. But...I've been kind of busy in my life lately, and filling the candy container isn't my top priority. Like...I don't get release time from work to head over to Willy Wonka's factory. And when I'm not at work, the last thing I need to be doing is buying candy. So...sadly...it's been empty (except for the lonely grape sucker) for a week or so. I don't think too much about it. Until the complaints start coming in. Seriously...you wouldn't believe how upset people get when they come into my office to find that there isn't any candy. It's like...sometimes, that's the only reason they came in here. It's starting to make me feel bad about myself. Well...it might, if it didn't just drive me crazy that they whine. So...I took it off my desk. Now people will probably complain that there is no candy dish...but I don't know what's worse...an empty candy dish, or no candy dish at all? I'll get back to you.

Um...

So I just cleaned out my purse, and counted 12...yes, an even dozen...lip glosses in there. I don't even know what to say for myself...except for that I can promise that the glosses in my purse don't represent even a fraction of my total lip gloss inventory. What that means about me, I can't really even say. I've been watching Heroes a lot lately, and I was wondering last night which superpower I would want, if I had the choice. You know...are the powers on the show completely random, or do they represent the characters that they belong to? And if they DO represent who those people are...and if my power were to represent my true inner nature...what would that power be? I thought about it for a long time. I never made up my mind, but holy moly, I have a lot of lip gloss.

Play Ball!

So, in June I'm going with Kristi and Val down to Houston to party like rock stars for a few days. I really can't even say how excited I am about it! Yesterday we were able to secure tickets to see the Houston Astros play the New York Yankees while we're there...woohoo! The game sold out in like 15 minutes or so, so we were super lucky...and I'm totally stoked! I'm not personally devoted to either team, but I think I'm supposed to cheer for the Astros, or else my brother will beat me up. The moral of the story? I have to go shopping for a Houston Astros hat and/or cute jersey.

Too much? I don't think so. I mean...in the words of one of the musical giants of the 80s...if you're gonna do it, do it right...(R.I.P., Wham!)

Hot Date With Mister Right

As long as I'm still waiting for my Prince Charming to come along, I'm going to take as much advantage as I can to go out with the cutest boy in Laramie...aka...Tyler! He took all of his girlfriends for a Birthday Bash at Chuck E. Cheese in Fort Collins this weekend, and we had a ball. At one point I even turned into a Mario Cart racer...but I generally don't like to talk about that. ;)