Writing on the Wall

Emily Cohen is on her way to the Olympics.  How great is that.  Yes – I feel partially bad for Madam Kwan, and yet she should have known that she was in trouble from the beginning.  If you are plagued with pain injuries, why test it with walking in the opening ceremonies?  And if that is going to cause pain, how the heck are you going to get through 2 programs with triple flips and the like?  Girl, step down from the imaginary podium in your head and get a life. 

My school group would like me to tell you that they rock.  They just found out that I blog and I am typing this up as they get off topic in our group meeting and talk about something other than the paper we have due.  They are now yelling about someone getting a better grade on his paper than his wife, who spent 10 times longer on her paper than she did.  This is quite funny to me because I have finally decided that I don’t care about grades.  I just want to pass.  And if you believe that like I have some great ocean front property in Arizona .

1. Katie Couric getting pooped on is hilarious.  What she was thinking with putting seeds in her hand and letting pigeons sit on her is beyond me. 
2. Britney Spears is yes, indeed an idiot.  But I can’t help to feel partially bad for her when she was trying to protect her child.  Stupid move, YES.  A woman who is probably thinking extremely irrationally in hopes of keeping her child as close to her as possible while she ran, YES AS WELL.  So lets just forget that this happened and move on.
3. I am bummed I missed the Grammy’s for several reasons:
4. 1. I would have loved to see the first time Keith and Nicole stepped out.
   2. I would have loved to see Mariah lose.  I hate her. I hate her voice, I hate the way she dressed, and I can’t stand her songs.  Lose some more.  And don’t be a big fat baby win you lose.  You weren’t destined to win, you didn’t “have it in the bag”, you are AWFUL.  Quit it
   3. I watched Faith and Tim on Oprah and I so badly wanted to see Faith sing on the Grammy’s.  I tried to tape.  But as you know I have no Tivo.  I tried to plug in a VCR, but it didn’t tape it.  GOD DAMN IT!
   4. Did Gwen not look stunning as she showed off her Prego self? Loved it.
5. I have finals this week in my second to last trimester in my Master’s program.  I am freaked and a little bit excited.  I have such a problem thinking about never going back to school for another degree.  I feel like this is the end. Dang it.  Now I am thinking that I need to go back for an arts degree.  Pottery.  Welding.  Artistic tile making.
6. I think that Michelle Kwan will drop out before she competes.  She is such a sore loser from the last time around.  Give it up and move on.  Let someone else have a turn. 

Today I walked with some friends at work over to the local Subway for lunch.  It was nice to have a walk outside because it could not be nicer here and to get a nice lunch.  As I am ordering I get mayonnaise because it is frankly wonderful.  I love the taste on a sandwich, it makes me happy.  Neither of the people I was with got mayo on their sandwich.  As we sat down to eat this started a large debate.  One said she loves mayo, but is trying to avoid to lose the calories.  The other, I shudder to say, said no to mayo because she prefers Miracle Whip. 

MIRACLE WHIP PEOPLE.

She went on to say how she thought that if there was a heaven you would most certainly be able to find Peanut Butter, Chocolate and Miracle Whip.  It is that heavenly.  The other said if it could be found in heaven then she most assuredly was going to hell. I know my distaste for the stuff is grounded in memories of grandma’s cooking with the stuff.  It turned me off to her salads to this day. I would not stand for a tub of that stuff to be near the fridge, let alone in my turkey and roast beef sandwich.

Miracle or not, I would bet most people are just as passionate about their spread.

1. When going to a strip joint with his friends in Las Vegas , he talks to the stripper (instead of distributing money) and all he can think of is to ask her what she does for a living.  Um Hello. . . . STRIP!
2. He is snoring so loudly that when I am sitting in the other room I can hear him.  Recently the dogs left the bedroom when he got so loud, they came and sat with me while I was working on the computer. 
3. He watches the Bachelor without me even being home.  I call when I get out of class and he gives me a play by play of what I have missed. Then I get home just in time to watch the girl’s face while she deals with the rejection. My favorite part.
4. He sweeps and mops the floor.
5. He allows me to pimp out his fix-it abilities to all friends and families.  Even though I do absolutely nothing but support, it makes me feel like I contribute.
6. He can’t write a stitch of English.  Not one sentence makes sense, which means an email 2 lines long take 15 minutes to read

If this won't help you limit your intake, I really don't know what will.

http://www.brackenspub.com/beer.swf

Beer goggles are bad.

I was looking at a picture of my wedding this morning.  It was one with my niece, at the time just three years old, sticking her head out of the sun roof of the limo, smiling like she was having the time of her life.  I love it so much because she has the look on her face of utter joy.  I smile every single time. 

But this time I noticed some strange man in the background of the picture.  I have never seen his face before; he is wearing a suit and tie – pretty standard for a wedding.  Big man with a smile, and a pretty bad goatee.  And I sat there forever trying to figure out how I knew him.  Was this a friend’s boyfriend?  Family member of my husband?  Long lost cousin?  Then it hit me.  The limo driver.  Woah.  Up until this moment I had never considered how we got there.  There was someone who had to DRIVE the limo.  DRIVE the limo.  It didn’t get there on it’s on.  Huh.  When they say weddings are a blur, apparently they mean it.  This one I don’t feel so bad about though.  I mean who really wants to remember the limo driver?  I take this as a sign that he was good at his job, didn’t intrude, and kept a frazzled bride from even noticing she took a limo ride in the first place.  Good limo driver, good.

This week I had a moment at work that required Human Resources.  I had to report that a person said something completely inappropriate to me.  And he did so in front of other people.  Of course the whole process starts with going to your HR rep and getting everyone involved.  It is an ordeal I hope that I never have to do again. 

 But the thing that gets me is would I have reported it if no one else had heard him? 

 And the answer is sadly no.

 I don’t know what it is.  I just can’t see myself reporting it.  For some reason I have this desire to be one of the guys, build a persona that I am just like them, I want to be included, I don’t want to make a scene.  I don’t want to be left out.  And now, well there is a line.  Granted, I know that it was highly inappropriate and there is no reason to be vulgar in a working setting, but still. . . . I can never go back.  It is sad to think that some of my principles have bended.  I am willing to be okay with things that outside of work would never be acceptable, just to fit.  How fucking sad is that?  I guess I am not the strong opinionate person I always thought I was.

Or really, is it really like everyone else?  Would you be willing to not speak up when you think that it would just be messier to stand up and say something?