Sunset

The other night I was at the park with Kristi and Tyler playing basketball. It was a regular old night, but I turned to look at the lake, and had to take a picture. I've grown up with this park and this lake, and not once have I thought of it as especially pretty...but Friday night...it was.

And then...18 mosquitoes bit me at once and ruined the moment. But...for a minute at least, I was totally in love with nature. Hee hee.

And Then I Bought A New Car

So...the weekend didn't go quite as I had expected. I knew that I was going to dye my hair...my roots were getting pretty out of control. I knew that I was going to watch a mini Golden Girls marathon, as I'd gotten the second season on DVD during the week, and seriously...that show NEVER gets unfunny.

One thing that I didn't know was that, on the way to play basketball with Kristi and Tyler, I would happen to spot a fun black Chevy Equinox during a quick stop at the GM dealership, and end up driving it home that afternoon.

But...that's what happened. Woohoo! I'm so so excited. Everything kind of fell together and it was way too easy breezy for me not to do it. :)

Here is the Equinox on the Dealership Lot:


And here it is, home in the driveway:

What a SUPER Saturday! :)

I'm considering "I want to go for a ride" requests as they come in...so submit yours via email or blog comment today!

I Hate To Say I Told Her So...

...But I TOLD that instructor that I wasn’t very good with plants when she gave it to me…

Does anyone know how to save a nearly dead…um…whatever plant this is? I don’t WANT it to die. I water it. Admittedly, it’s not in the sunshine, but that is because the putting it in the sunshine would put it in plain sight of said instructor when she comes into the office, and I don’t want her to see that I’m torturing the poor thing.

Prank Calling: It's Not Just For Non-Super Stars Anymore

Considering that I have been in school or working pretty much all of my life...I have never been much of a daytime TV watcher. With that in mind, I can probably count on both hands the number of times I've watched Oprah Winfrey over the years. Still, the fact that I've never been a fan of her show doesn't prevent me from following the timeless piece of wisdom that:

"When Oprah Calls...You Answer."

At least, I TRY.

You see, Oprah calls me from time to time here at work, but every time I answer...there's nobody there. The first time it happened, I thought for sure that the call had been dropped but that she would call back because she had heard about my awesomeness, (I mean, it's all over the grapevine) and she really wanted to give me my big break. (My big break into what? I don't know. But it's Oprah. If she wants to give you a break...she will do it!) Well...she's called back, alright...repeatedly...but only to torture me with hang-ups and/or dead air.

How immature is that? I can't believe that she has nothing better to do with her time than to prank call me...most recently about five minutes ago. Does she think I don't know it's her? I'm getting tired of her crap...and I worry that the down time brought upon by her upcoming retirement will only increase her ridiculous shenanigans.

I have complained to my colleagues many times about this nuisance...but have been met with, if you can believe it, skepticism. So I took a picture of the caller ID as proof:
Oprah...if you're reading this...(and I'm SURE you are)...give it up. I'm hip to your game, and quite frankly, I'm tired of it.

Unless you really HAVE heard of my awesomeness and are hoping to give me my big break. If that's the case...you have my number.

HAPPY SUPER BOWL SUNDAY!

Let's Go, Colts!

(Yes, that IS a Peyton Manning finger puppet that I made this afternoon. It's probably my most impressive craft project of all time. Seriously.)

I Can See Clearly Now (Sort Of)

Last night I was over at Kristi's house, and one of my contacts was bothering me. I went into the bathroom, took some contact solution off the shelf, and took my contact out. After rinsing it thoroughly, I went to put it back in. As soon as the contact barely touched my eye, I almost had a heart attack. It was burning SOOOO much. Honestly it felt like I had poured rubbing alcohol in my eye. From like, one drop of the liquid. It just kept burning and burning and burning. I cannot put into words how much it hurt. But it hurt...A LOT.

Turns out, that instead of saline solution, I had cleaned my contact off with this:
Looks like contact solution, right? Well…I failed to notice this warning on the side of the bottle:

This solution needs at least six hours to neutralize. Do not rinse lenses with Clear Care® prior to inserting lenses into your eyes. If you want to rinse lenses, use a sterile saline like Softwear® Saline. Do not squirt Clear Care® directly into your eyes.

So…yeah…basically it is solution for overnight cleaning. And I put the unneutralized solution in my eyes. Which makes me think of perm solution. Which, honestly, I think if I’d put perm solution in my eye…it wouldn’t have hurt any more than this did.

So…I rinsed the contact with water, and with regular saline and then put it in my eye. And it STILL felt just as bad. Burn burn burn. You see, because it still hadn’t been six hours. My eye was watering like crazy, and the left side of my face was covered in smeared mascara. I looked like Alice Cooper. I’m so freaking stupid. Finally I just threw the contact out…and got a spare one out of my purse and put it in. And it felt fine...(as fine as it could feel, under the circumstances)…but my eye still hurts. This morning it’s still bright red.

So...as a public service announcement...don't put non-saline solution in your eyes. Now you know. And now I know. And thankfully I got the glam rock makeup off my face. You have to count the little blessings, after all.

What's In A Name?

My name is Janine. I don't feel like it's THAT hard of a name to say or to understand. Juh-neen. Pretty simple. That being said, here is a list of names that I have been called while in my current job...many of them more than once:

Jamie

Jeanette

Shirley

Daneen

Jolene

Susan

Janie

Jan

Doreen

AND...the name that I was JUST called...which prompted this impromptu post:

Jermaine.


Seriously?

Come ON.