Today I got snow tires put on my car and, boy, what a difference they make! Along with cute little puppies, I now have a new found love for the snow. I have been driving around with confidence all day long. I'd like to apologize for any previous comments that may have offended you or the snow and hope there are no hard feelings. All I have left to say is, "Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow!"
So, as you all know I love to laugh and I laugh a lot! It’s basically one of my favorite things to do in life. In fact, I don’t understand why people don’t laugh more. It’s not that I’m immature (well not always) or that I don’t take things seriously (cause I do). I just find humor in mundane things. Well after many a years, I have come to the conclusion as to why I laugh so much.
My laughing problem lies in overanalyzing things. I like to think of myself as being someone who can roll with the punches and not overanalyze every little detail. In fact, my #1 go-to-advice when talking to friends is to not over think things. However, (plug your ears, Anna) I do overanalyze. EVERYTHING. I have decided that the over analysis of these mundane things is what makes me explode.
For instance, my coworker just said this to me, “Oh great, I’m being followed by the NudistColonyofUtah on Twitter.” To which another coworker replied, “Oh you aren’t a fan of nudist colonies?” To which the first guy replied (in a very serious, monotone voice), “Well, I’m not a fan of nudity in general.”
This one was just asking for laughter, yet neither of these coworkers laughed. I couldn’t help it, so I just looked away and bust out laughing to myself uncontrollably, hoping they’d think I was laughing at something on my computer.
You see, in my head I thought about how funny it was that they were both so serious about such a humorous topic. Then I thought (WARNING: X-rated content to follow) about how sad that is for his wife. Then I thought about how awkward that was for him to say because everyone else in the office was probably thinking about his poor wife, too. And then the laughter came. And I could not stop.
So if we are ever together and I bust out laughing, just know that there is a whole thought process behind it. A thought process that is profoundly stupid, yet utterly hilarious.
1. The Gospel
6. Place to Live
7. Food to eat
10. My talents
I hope you all have a fantastic Thanksgiving and count your blessings!
"Excuse me ladies, can you tell me what that intersection out there is."
We both looked, "Well it appears it's 126 S. 13th W."
For about the next ten minutes we tried to convince this man that all he needed to do was go east on 126th and he'd get on the freeway in no time. He was very hesitant and insisted he find our exact location on his map. (Why don't truckers use GPS'?)
After we pin pointed our exact location on the map, Mr. Truck Driver took the liberty of telling us his whole life story. For the next 20 minutes, standing in the freezing cold, we listened to one story after another of the new Walmarts on his route, and about the new Target trailers he has been transporting. Oh so fascinating.
Both of us were very polite and listened intently on every word Mr. Truck Driver spoke. But, in the middle of one of his stories, I realized I had something on my face.
Oh, am I wearing my sunglasses? No it's night time, silly. Oh, then I still must have my glasses on from work then? No, those came off when you went to the gym. What the?
Just then I realized this is what I looked like...
I had put on these geek glasses I found in Christene's car and forgot to take them off. No wonder Mr. Truck Driver was hesitant to listen to my directions.
Top 10 Things I Love About Snow...
1. It gave us countless days off at school growing up- some of the best memories of my life
2. It is beautiful- until it starts melting and looks disgusting
3. It makes hot chocolate appealing- which rarely happens for me
4. It makes it possible for tow trucks to have a successful career- let's pray I don't need their business this year
5. Sledding is enjoyable- for about 10 minutes
6. Building snowmen- a simple pleasure in life
7. Snowshoeing- one of my favorite past times ever
8. Building igloos and forts- pretty fun
Ok, I can't think of ten and while I was making the list I couldn't resist thinking about the things I hate about snow. So here you go.
Top 10 Things I Hate About Snow...
1. Cold, miserable, depressing- self explanatory
2. Skiing- not fun...EVER
3. Layers- claustrophobic madness
4. You can't walk fast or else you'll fall- which brings me to number 5
5. Slipping on the ice- oh so degrading
5. You have to drive extra slowly - which means you have to leave extra early for everything
6. You have to scrape snow/ ice off your car and wait for your car to warm up - which means you have to leave extra extra early for everything
7. Can't enjoy the outside without at least 30 minutes of getting prepped- again with the ghastly layers
8. Snow ball fights- getting snow pummeled in your face causing a seemingly unbearable brain freeze is not my idea of fun
9. Wet floors- I don't mind taking off my shoes at the door, in fact, I love it. The problem is when that token person tracks water through the house creating little puddles that you inevitably step in causing your socks to get wet. So frustrating.
10. Having to get into a freezing car and wait until the heat kicks in- and the heat never starts until you arrive at your destination
Welp, I hate snow. Always have, always will. It does provide some great memories, but not enough for me to love it. Sorry Snow.
Ever since I was little I always imagined myself in the workforce. Mostly I pictured what business attire I would get to wear and how cute I would look everyday...pencil skirts, blouses, blazers, heels...*sigh* In my naive head, a typical work day consisted of walking to my office dressed to the nines, sipping my Starbuck's steamer, and running into cute businessmen in elevators.
As usual, my perceptions let me down. When I first stepped into my office I noticed there were no pencil skirts, no blouses, no heels, no Starbuck's, and definitely no cute businessmen in the elevators. (I'm still trying to decide what's worse, no heels or no businessmen.) I felt jipped and disappointing, especially because I no longer had a good excuse to go on a new-business-wardrobe shopping spree.
I believe that wearing fancy office attire is a rite of passage to becoming a true professional, but for now I am relieved that I'm not required to dress up. Dressing casually keeps me from realizing that I am truly in the real world with real time responsibilities and I like it that way.
On a recent visit to Idaho, two of my dear friends enlightened me on why they blog. Simply for the attention. I have also heard, on multiple occassions, that blogging is pure vanity. It is for this narcistic reason, my friends, why I too am catching Blog-mania! So add another blog to your favorites list, cause this one is going to rock your world.