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today’s a weird day for me. two years ago this day i met someone who i thought was not only amazing, but someone who would play a significant role in my life. i wasn’t entirely wrong–this person did play a significant role in my life, it just wasn’t exactly what i had hoped for.
when it comes to reading people i’m lousy, and i’ve always known that. last night while out with some friends, ‘gina (known in other circles simply as beth) informed me she is excellent at reading people. i immediately put her to the test, she passed with flying colors when she was not only able to read every male in our group, but the justin timberlake impersonator.
i’m not sure how you obtain a handy skill like that, but i wanna. in fact, i’d like to think my future happiness depends on it!
my office is abuzz with news today of our big fancy schmancy merger with a larger international company. it’s super exciting, as they’ve been working diligently on it for quite some time. a co-worker asked me who the first person i’d share the big news with–it was at that moment i realized i had no one! no significant other to share the happy news with; also, at that exact moment my orchid choose to lose a flower. coincidence? hmm….
does anyone have a dose of holiday prozac they’d like to share?
at lunch today jb, pmk, and i were discussing all the different euphemisms for farts. they were shocked i’d never heard of the one-cheek sneak. my favorite part of the conversation besides when it was over, was when pmk demonstrated the one-cheek sneak, sans fart, of course. it was a lovely moment and one where i was proud to look at him and call him my boss.
daisy is not allowed on furniture. usually she’s pretty good about it, since she and every ex-boyfriend i’ve ever had hate me yelling–i have a screechy yelling voice, and an affinity for cussing. since she’s been sick, however, i’ve been a bit lax on this. pre-emotional stress if i caught her on the couch she would get up and run away, now as you can see below, she just is super annoyed i interrupted her nap.
today a co-worker was telling me about her nephews recent LDS baptism. it reminded me of my baptism many, many years ago. the baptism itself went fine, it was like going swimming so no biggie. the confirmation of the holy ghost, however, didn’t go quite as well. for those of you who aren’t familiar with the LDS faith, a child is baptized and confirmed at the age of 8. i wont try and explain in depth because frankly, i would confuse all of us. ask your friendly neighborhood mormon for a better explanation.
as a child i took everything in a literal sense. when i heard the word serial killer on the news i refused breakfast cereal for months, in fear a killer would jump out of my cereal and take my life. so when i was told i would be confirmed with the holy ghost i was terrified. i was hysterical and wanted nothing to do with a ghost let alone letting someone put one inside of me! i remember sobbing until my mom explained it was more like casper the friendly ghost than a scary ghost. i was hesitant but i went though with it when she reminded me my favorite aunt christine had bought me a charm bracelet for the occasion. even then i would do anything for jewelry!
the christmas season kicked off today with the annual leavitt family party. after months of ben and i stalking our cousins on myspace i was left to supper the repercussions alone, as he had to work. since my grandmother passed away i don’t see this side of the family as often as i would like, so it was nice to see everyone, but mostly it was just nice to see santa. of course i asked him for a boyfriend, though he thought the return policy was too complicated so i was denied yet again.
every year we play holiday bingo for the coveted santa cookies. my cousin, ryan, brought his girlfriend and when she won a plate we all knew she’d be back next year for more–they’re really that good. thank god i cheated and won some as well.
now that it’s officially the holiday season i should start shopping for someone other than myself. sigh…
after hearing from my mother over thanksgiving how important goals are, i’ve set a few myself. surely not what she had in mind. click here for more!