The age old question of the guilty party...

So today I am sitting in my fishbowl office--windows looking out onto other people and listening to a discussion about the "Tiger Woods issue." You know, that he cheated on his wife and had a mistress, and didn't even abuse alcohol. Seriously, dude, it might be time for that now.

So I sit staring blankly because I have a benedryl hangover from last night listening to 3 women talk about the issue. One of the women DEFENDS him because, "Those athletes have women just throwing themselves at them all the time." Another says, "He should have just paid his mistress off from the beginning because he knew he would be paying her the rest of his life."

Major red flag here people.

It takes me all the way back to Genesis. You know where Adam was tempted by Eve. It was her fault. She tempted him. And, he was not able to control himself--just like Tiger Woods.

Basically, what I'm saying is that Tiger Woods is in the bible. He may be kicked out of the garden for a while, but basically he's going down in blameless history.

New generation

Dear inappropriate facebookers,

I don't get the desire to post everything on facebook. When you are having a private conversation--do it privately. I don't want to see mushy gushy love notes. Pick up the phone. Put down the video games. Talk in person.

Judgementally yours,

me

Bobby pins

I wear bobby pins a lot lately. For a while it was decorated ones (check out banana republic) and now just plain ones. It's for when my bangs are an awkward length or I don't want to fix them. I find them to be acceptable.

Today a lady at work said, "Oh, you're wearing bobby pins. My mom used to use those when she would curl her hair. I've never seen anyone wear them just... out."

Thanks...

Same woman who one day told me that she didn't know navy and green went together. I had on a navy sweater and green belt.

VBS, piano playing, casseroles.

I stopped at Starbucks (I would totally go local if there was somewhere on my way to work!) this morning for my weekly delight of a chai tea.

The chatty barista asked "What all I had going on today?"
Me: "Oh, just work."
Him: "Where do you work?"
Me: "name of religious organization..."
Him: "Oh, so you do administrative work?"
Me: "EFF OFF YOU CONDESCENDING JERK." No.

I'm not saying that being an administrative assistant is a poor job. I've done that work. I know that they are integral to the functioning of most organizations.

What pisses me off is that because I'm young and female and thought I worked at a church he believed I was an administrative assistant. Probably gearing up for VBS. I did not go to seminary and get a masters degree and an ass ton of loans to run vbs and make casseroles (though I do love children and am making a casserole tonight.)

Dear Starbucks Barista,

No. I do not want to make small talk with you unless you tell me I look fabulous and give me free caffeinated drinks. No, you don't get to comment on my career. I have a masters degree. I can work at a church. I could be the senior pastor of a church. Yes, your chai tea is tasty, but you make me angry and I may slash your tires. I'll pray about it afterwards.

Truly annoyed,
me.

Really Blogger?

So I was posting about my calorie day and ran spell check and low and behold...

Blogger spell check does not recognize the word "queso" as a real word.

over sharing.

I'm of the mind that when you have a Dr's appointment, you do not need to explain why--especially in a work environment. I think if you take your sick time and mention you have an appointment then so it goes.

I've mentioned that people in my office like to ask invasive dumb questions and offer too much information.

This is an email that was sent out to an entire department today because a woman was going to the doctor.

"I have a Dr.'s appointment today at 2:45 for a follow up on my hurting toes."

Really? That just happened.

Chopsticks? We don't need no stinkin' chopsticks.

So the husband and I went to dinner last night to our sushi place. A couple comes in and sits down at the table behind us. The man... pulls out his pocket knife to cut his sushi. Then puts it back in his pocket.

I asked B if he would please pretend to take a picture of me so as to catch this for all of you. He refused.

They were also playing a mix of R&B/rap music... and Kenny Chesney last night. So weird.