Exhibitionist

Who changed clothes in their car, in the parking garage, during the middle of a work day and got done just in time for Mr. Yellow Jeep to walk out for his smoke break? Me! Good thing I'm sneaky...

Domesticity

I couldn't help but show off this cute picture my sis sent me today. I can only imagine the story she's telling. When you ask her a question, or she's telling a story, her eyes always veer off to the side like that. Makes you wonder if she's being completely honest...

I spent Friday night chillin' with my nephews while my brother and his wife celebrated their 10-year anniversary. As we watched a movie - one of my nephews cuddled up beside me, the other asleep on the LoveSac - I couldn't help but wonder, "Could I do this? Is this in any near future of mine?" I think I could do it, but that whole future thing is unclear right now.

Anyway, on to domesticity. When did everyone go getting all domestic on me? I'm reading posts from Marin about great homemade recipes for tortillas and salad dressing and then I see this from Mel! Don't get me wrong, I'm quite proud of everything these women are accomplishing, but it makes me feel like I'm missing a gene or something. I think the only thing domestic about me is that I like to have a clean, tidy house. And that's as far as I usually get. Sometimes I get the bug and bake something, but that's a rare occasion.

How does one get this domesticity gene? Can it be cultivated? And what motivates your cultivation?

A Dream

Last night, I had a dream about Kevin Garnett. We were hanging out and everything, it was weird. The only thing I can attribute to having KG in my dream is a Gatorade commercial. Now, this is a little long, but I couldn't find only the small portion I saw yesterday.

Tears

I am not a crier. It either takes a huge influx of irrational hormones or something really intense to make me cry. Except when it comes to this:
I cry every time I see this movie, without fail. I start to choke up when Peter goes to the play, and at least a few tears are shed by the very end. Quality movie. Glad I was able to watch it last night!

What's In A Name?

I got bored at work today and saw something similar to this. The first one really made me laugh, so I just had to complete it and share with you.

Q1: Type in “[your name] needs” in the Google search.
Karen needs a lobotomy fund.

Q2: Type in “[your name] looks like” in Google search.
Karen looks like the kid from the Campbell's soup commercial. Or a modest Jewish milkmaid. I can't decide which is better.

Q3: Type in “[your name] says” in Google search.
Karen says, "tread lightly."

Q4: Type in “[your name] wants” in Google search.
Karen wants a "friendlier" injection.

Q5:Type in “[your name] does” in Google search.
Karen does a design job on her own. Or sensation.

Q6: Type in “[your name] hates” in Google search.
Karen hates shopping carts. Karen hates coming home to the darkness. That's a lie - I love the dark.

Q7: Type in “[your name] asks” in Google search.
Karen asks LoveLab what would make a man want to take care of a woman.

Q8: Type in “[your name] likes ” in Google search.
Karen the word "hussy".

Q9: Type in “[your name] eats ” in Google search.
Karen eats the grass.

Q10: Type in “[your name] wears ” in Google search.
Karen wears the red shoes.

Q11: Type in “[your name] was arrested for” in Google Search.
Karen was arrested for a drug law offense. Not a lot apparently; only 10 results.

Q12: Type in “[your name] loves” in Google Search.
Karen loves Kenny. This one came up with DIRTY results.

In Which I Am Vain

I have this strange idea in my head. I always think about it when the scenario below happens, but I can't quite figure out the answer.

Today, I wore flats to work. Again, I don't know why I feel this way, but if it is not deemed a "casual" day at work, I feel incredibly lazy and sloppy if I am wearing flats. I feel like heels add a bit of polish to me - like they complete my "professional look."

Now, I work with women who look totally cute in flats and dress pants. I feel like I look like I just rolled out of bed.

Don't get me wrong, there are some days that I love nothing more than a cute pair of flats, but there is something missing with flats. Maybe it's the swagger (you know the one you get in heels), or maybe it's the idea that my legs look a little better; I don't know. I do know that in my little brain, for my little body, flats do not equal professional.

Is it just me, or do other people feel this way?

Possibly the Funniest Thing I've Seen in a While

I don't know whose idea this was, but it's fantastic!