Just a couple things...

I think that serving gross coffee in the workplace should be a crime...punishable by disgruntled employees being sluggish and unproductive. I made a Starbucks run today because one of my suppliers' coffee tasted like a foot. Tried to be brave and choke it down but I'm too far spoiled. *Shudder*

In other news I may be cultivating an addiction to etching my glasswear... I etched my personal smaller Pyrex dishes and I finished up a wedding gift. My larger Pyrex better look out... it's next!

Welp...that's about it.

Aaaaaand we're back.

This thing isn't called "Shit No One Wants to Hear About" because I have a newsy life that is full of juicy stories. Nay nay...I am about as thrilling as sitting in traffic.

Life carries on and not much is really going on. I am getting crafty etching Pyrex dishes and still trying to keep up with my running to train for the FauxPocalypse in July. I still love my car (though I'm having trouble naming her... one day Stella seems to suit her and the next she seems more like a Beatrice...who I would probably just call Bea). My job is still happening... that's about all I have to say about that today.

Tonight I did make a phenomenal batch of chipolte hummus... it may have blown my mind. I didn't even know I could make such delightful hummus!  If you want some I would make it for you. You just have to ask...and be close enough to me that it's not ridiculous for me to share it with you. I have a hunch it wouldn't mail well.

This is my life... putting my name on my Pyrex dishes and making magical hummus. I don't hate it...

I still love my new car!

I am still in love with my new car. No surprise there. It's just the only thing in my life worth mentioning today. Today's swoon is the bluetooth. I have used it a couple times and it isn't getting old. It amazes me every time it kicks in.

I'm still trying to work out insurance... it's getting exhausting answering the exact same questions over and over again. I love my new car but the grown up parts (picking insurance and paying for it) are less fun. Again no surprise there.

Welcome to "I love my car!" Week

So this week is just dedicated to me loving my new car. Today's swoon: IT'S SO ROOMY! I drove up to Ft. Collins today and I get to do it again tomorrow and I'm not even mad because having alone time with my new spacious car is all I really want right now.

Only sad thing... picking insurance is hard. Also those people are tenacious... get an online quote and they WILL follow up with you on the phone the next day as if you don't have a job. But then the bliss of being a CAR OWNER makes you forget that it's annoying. :)

...so...yea...

Ok today was just as boring as I anticipated. I waded through files all day. I didn't even pack a lunch because I knew that come feedin' time I would need to get out of there even if it was just to go obtain food. It was that good. 

Fast forward to the highlight/lowlight of my day: I found the moth that went missing just before bedtime last night. I haven't had to worry about moths stalking me in quite some time... too dry in TX last summer? I don't know why but it's just been a while. I forgot how nasty those little bizzos are. This sucker evaded me last night and wisely went into hiding before I could muster the courage to grab it (with a Kleenex between me and the beast of course...I'm not a crazy person). Today I got home from work/my jog and took a shower...and for whatever reason (he was waiting for me to be at my most vulnerable) he decides to come out of whatever lair he had been holed up in. So there I am, being terrorized but his fuzzy little ass while standing dripping in my towel. I was going to try to be Switzerland in this whole standoff and let him flit around dusting things until I was more prepared... but then he took it to another level. I don't know what that orangey business is that moths sometimes drip but whatever it is, it was getting all over my bathroom mirror with every misguided spasm. Well I'm having none of that... I promptly wadded up a tissue...and then some extra toilet paper (I cannot deal with the feeling of a bug getting smushed in my hand...CAN. NOT. DO IT.) and went into battle. I grabbed him off the wall like a gladiator (like a terrified 3rd grader) and whisked him over to the toiled where I drowned him (CAN. NOT. SQUASH. WITH . BARE. HANDS...OR TISSUES.). I am a heartless warrior. Let this be a warning to all the other insects out there... squatting in my living space is not going to fly with me. 

That's how exciting my day was... my highlight was assassinating something a 1000th of my size. Glad you came to read that huh?

(Note: Spiders are ok...ya'll eat the insects and you aren't annoying or dirty...except you will periodically be evicted when I clean up your webs...it's the price of living with me. Also don't let me catch you in my clothing or my bed...then you meet the same fate as the moths)

Mama said there'd be days like this...

...There'd be days like this my mama said. Furthermore she was concerned about my ability to make friends on those days. Yesterday I stayed home...all day. I didn't mean to. I woke up and put on make-up and then sat down to assess the status of some stuff and go through e-mails. I knew I had to make some potentially sensitive phone calls so staying home from a supplier was already scheduled for the morning. But then one thing led to another and it was clear I wasn't getting dressed and taking my made-up face anywhere. I hate when that happens. Oh well. At least I'm past the point of suicide by training power-point when I have an at-home day.

On the plus side I did manage to get my face outside to see the world after work... I went to the gym where all my make-up proceeded to melt off my face immediately. And then I regretted leaving my apartment when I pulled a move so spastic it would make Urkel feel at home. I'm joggin' away... watchin' some Dr. Oz... when I catch my ear bud cord with my hand...pulling my phone off the ledge...and onto the treadmill belt...where I kicked it (just a little) and then instinctively tried to just pick it up... from the MOVING TREADMILL BELT. I realized about half way down that this plan was NOT going to end well and uttered a "Nope!" before standing up, catching up to the treadmill before I face planted (smooth, I know), smacking the stop button and then sheepishly exiting the treadmill to retrieve my phone from the ground where it came to rest. And most of this while kind of scoff-laughing at myself and praying that no one was paying too much attention to me because they were also learning about crazy weight loss tricks from Dr. Oz.

Don't worry, the experts say my pride will make a full recovery...one day.

Today I swam through files... it's even less entertaining than normal work day. I won't bore you with the details but I'll try to do something that you (my mother) would care to hear about after work. Don't hold your breath though. I'm about as exciting as watching security camera footage of a retirement home.