Seriously?

It seems I spend a lot of time at work and a lot of time in my car. Here is a morning car story for your enjoyment.

Dallas, TX drivers are not the best drivers. They are like New York drivers laced with just enough southern courtesy to make it in the great state of. Blinkers are apparently decorations that don't get utilized.

I was in the fast lane. I had merged and made my way across four lanes of traffic to reserve this right of passage, not to mention I waited for safe holes in traffic and used my blinkers to get there. While enjoying the tunes on my ipod, a heavy set, middle-aged man in a tanish, well-driven Chevrolet SUV too decided he should be in the fast lane.

Either he did not check his blind spot or he felt entitled to the space I was currently occupying, but he slid over in to the fast lane nearly taking out my front right end, with his --should I take the liberty of saying "dented"-- vehicle.

I, like most people, gripped the wheel took my foot off the gas and gently placed it on the break hoping for the best, yet bracing for the worst. In my gripping position the horn magically honked and I could tell he glanced back. I tried for my most horrified "you almost hit me" look.

He leaned his head so I could see it in his side mirror. He then proceeded to stick his tongue out at me.

Seriously...

What, are we five?

Clearly I Do

Who makes a whole package of instant chocolate pudding and then proceeds to eat the entire four servings.

Clearly I do. I wouldn't be writing this if I didn't actually sit down after mixing the "cold serve" pudding and promise myself this is the last bite I am going to take... no wait... seriously this is the last bite I am going to take.

But I used fat free "lactose free" milk.

But the pudding mix is naturally fat free (never mind the millions of sugar grams).

And so, as a tribute to the fat free-ness, I just keep on eating. Not hungry, not full so I feel entitled to continue on my journey of finishing ALL four servings. Then because I live alone and there is no hall monitor, I use my finger to get the last little bit from the bowl before calling it a night.

Clearly I like chocolate pudding.

Birthday or is it Though?

Tomorrow. I'll be 25. I haven't talked it up. Somehow it doesn't really seem like a big day. My mom cares. I like it that she does, but other than that, who really cares? I think once I went to college my birthday no longer mattered. It's just this day in the summer. It will be a rainy day in TX.

It might be that I have a job now. My birthday is on a Wednesday. I have two more days until the weekend so that I may "observe" it properly. Just an FYI: that doesn't mean going out and getting sloshed, but more likely sleeping in and laying in front of the TV with loads of DVDs... my how times have changed.

I wish I had some true blue college friends here or at least someone willing to veg in front of the TV with me. A birthday with a DVD and a glass of wine. That's a good day.

The year of 25: I'm thinking allowing more people in will be good.

The sound of Monday

It's the sound of a dying cow. A languished, sad moo emanating from somewhere down a hallway. Really a dying cow?

No.

Just one of my bosses phone ring tone. It is listed as melancholy sax, as though a musical instrument has the right to sound like what I'd imagine a dying cow would sound like.

I'm not being morose. I don't sit around thinking about what sounds come out of different living animals as they die. The noise hit me a little off guard the first time I heard it and it has been the dying cow sound ever since.

The cow dies a lot on Monday.

It's sad, really.

Just One Moment

Who has time these days to sit and watch the mystery of a tea bag darkening a cup of steaming clear liquid? Plumes of brown seeping out of the small bag polluting the water like a sinister cartoon character devilishly smoking an incredibly thin cigarette. All this while letting out a high crackling laugh and plotting to overthrow the hero.

I have time.

I have as much time as the man allows me.

It's enough time to notice the way the wind feels blowing through my hair. It's enough time to sit in silence.

It is enough time to notice things I haven't always taken the time to notice and appreciate.

I have time.

New Changes

I have a job. I have a new life. I have a new city. I just haven't found any friends. I miss New Orleans. I hear things keep going downhill, but I can't not miss New Orleans.

Ringing in the New Year

Being an unemployed graduate wasn't something I planned on. My brothers had a job immediately after graduating and so should I, right? After five long months of being unemployed, feeling frantic, and being severely harsh on myself for not living up to my own standards I have accepted a job that starts on January 8th and will be moving shortly.

It is like the saying, "Good things come to those who wait." I wasn't necessarily waiting, I more actively pursuing. There are tread marks on the new carpet in my bedroom where I spent many afternoons pacing willing an e-mail to pop up in my mail box. At some point a concerned person even let it be known that they hoped I wasn't waiting around to get married and start life that way. That's an interesting idea, but clearly not. I value my independence and proving to people that I can make it relatively on my own (my mother and father will always be sought out for their advice. They have lived longer than me and can only offer helpful words of wisdom... No matter if I decide to use their knowledge or not.). Besides, getting married would actually involve dating. I haven't had a date in a really long time. It seems like my dating life always suffers at the expense of something else I am doing. I wanted to make good grades, play soccer, be in a sorority, live off campus, and have two jobs. Not much time for dating. Then I graduated. Job searching became my focus, dating got the shaft again. It doesn't help that I really friendly and I like to joke around so I get stuck in the friend category more often than not. So marriage... That's going to take some time.

So anyway, here's to the new year! I'm ringing it in right. I finally have a job, I'm about to move, and the next phase of my life can begin!


Happy New Year to everyone. I hope it brings all sorts of new possibilities and happiness to each and everyone of you.