Whistle While I Work? No. Seriously...NO.

Ugh...you know what I'm not a fan of? Whistlers. I don't mind an occassional whistle if you're trying to get someone's attention...or if, perhaps, you're officiating at a sporting event. If, however, you are simply using the copier right by my desk...PLEASE do not insist upon whistling some unrecognizable tune, non-stop for the entire time that you are there. Seriously. It is SO annoying. I'd rather having someone sing at the copier...then at least it might be something that is bearable, rather than just random noise.

Ugh.

Okay...vent over. But watch out, office hummers...you might be next.

Ugly Sweater

So...tonight I'm going to an Ugly Sweater Party. As you can probably figure, from the name of the party...I'm supposed to wear an ugly sweater. When I heard about the party a while ago, I thought..."How fun! This is going to be hilarious!" I mean, who doesn't want to see their friends and acquaintances wearing ugly sweaters? Oh...the photographic memories to be had.

Now, though...as the party is upon me...I realize that I don't HAVE any ugly sweaters. You see...the point of keeping the clothes in my closet...is that they are NOT ugly. I prefer clothes that are the opposite of ugly. So I'm kind of in a pickle. I don't want to go to the party in a non-ugly sweater and appear to be a spoil sport. But I'm not going to go out and spend money on an ugly sweater that I'll only wear once. Sadness.

I am most likely going to try to put together a combination of non-ugly clothes that don't play well together...and see if I can get away with that. Hopefully there will be one of my totally fashionable sweaters in there somewhere, pretending to be ugly.

Red Hot Love Affair

I have recently rekindled an old relationship in my life that I didn't really expect to rekindle. I've fallen in love, once again, with Cinnamon Bears. I noticed a bag of them the other day while I was at Walmart, and thought..."those might be good...I haven't had those in a while." So I bought them. Wow. They truly are such a delight. So sweet and so hot...so delicious. And, while my friends and I finished the bag off in just a day or two...I have been longing for more Cinnamon Bear time since. I'm having withdrawals. I hope I can make it through the day.

They Tried To Make Me Go To Rehab...I said...

So…I had some major issues with my eye makeup this morning. I don’t know if I’m just a weirdo, but I’m kind of anal about my eye makeup being really symmetrical. Like…I can’t have one eye’s lashes look longer than the other’s. I can’t have one eye’s shadow look darker. I can’t have uneven liner on one eye and a smooth line on the other. Therefore…I spend more time on my eye makeup probably than I do on any other part of my “getting ready” routine. Sometimes I sicken myself. Anyway…this morning…I had put my eyeliner on both eyes, and then compared, and one line looked thicker than the other. Well…that just wouldn’t do!! So, I thickened up the thin line…only to find I’d made it thicker than the thick line. So…I widened up the narrower line…and surpassed, once again, the other line’s width! Back and forth I went…now the right one was wider, now the left one was wider. Finally…I got them so they seemed about even, thickness wise…and realized I was wearing about five times as much eyeliner as I usually wear. AND…they weren’t even the same shape!!! The HORROR!!! It was too late to start over, though…what was I to do?? I had no choice…I left my house looking like Amy Winehouse. Decide for yourself…can you even tell a difference between these two:

Rolling My Eyes

I don't have a lot going on today, but I thought I would vent some frustrations, as it seems that my eyes are in the constant state of "roll" today. Why are people so irritating sometimes? Just in the short time that I've been at work this morning:

I had one person repeat the same (non-funny) joke that she'd already beat into the ground yesterday.

I had an instructor ask the same question three different times...expecting a different answer, I think...all the while having his pants unzipped in front of my desk.

AND....Xavier is freaking losing right now!!! Xavier...a 3 seed, is losing (substantially) to freaking Georgia...a 14 seed!!!

Talk about the most annoying morning in the history of the freaking world!!!

Ancient

So...my tiny little niece, Josie, texted me the other day to say that she'd been asked to the Prom. She's pretty excited. I, on the other hand, am mortified! Since when, do they let 5 year olds go to the Prom? Especially in Utah?? Shocking!!!

Actually...Josie has been old enough to date for a while now...which means that I've been old enough to be the type of geezer who says things like, "wow...I remember when she was just this tall..." for just as long.

Sheesh. I should probably go buy myself a rocking chair and a shawl...I'm apparently going to need it. Soon.

Happy Eyes!

You may not be able to tell, but these are happy happy eyes. I know it's Saint Patrick's Day, and there is some song out there about when Irish eyes are smiling...but SPD has nothing to do with it. I'm not Irish...and neither are my eyes.

My poor eyes, however, have been through a terrible ordeal this past week. I mentioned one time that I was going to be going to the eye doctor...and I did. And I did get a new prescription, but also, the Doctor wanted me to try some new contacts...like a new brand. And he said they were supposed to be better...but let me tell you...they were NOT. They got all cloudy/goopy/dirty/gross after just two days of wearing them. I couldn't even see out of them. So, fortunately I had saved a pair of my old contacts and switched back to them. Then...when I went in for my follow-up, and told them that the new contacts sucked big time...they gave me ANOTHER different kind to try, just in my right eye. At first, it seemed okay...but in the end, it were just as bad, if not worse, than the first new pair. My eye was burning and hurting and so so so sad. So I stormed over to the eye doctor this morning and demanded that he make things right. And...by stormed, I think I mean that I walked in, and said, "This isn't working." And he switched me back.

And immediately all was right in the world, and I could see once more, and was no longer in pain. Hooray!! So...I might not know much about Irish eyes, and their smiling habits...but my non-Irish eyes are smiling big time!