KNOCK IT OFF!!!

I hate, hate, hate those VW commercials where people get in bad accidents. They're awful.

Ok, that is all.

IT'S RAINING!!!!

Ok, I don't like thunderstorms. It stems from a childhood fear of all things that go boom. People would try to say cute things (angels bowling in heaven) to allay my fears but it never helped. When my friend's father sat me down, broke out the encyclopedia, and explained it in scientific terms (yet easy enough for a child to understand), I hugged him. I seem to remember that being the first time an adult talked to me like an adult and that changed my life. Anywho, back to the rain. Mostly I hate storms because I hate driving in them. Rain in LA was a very, very bad thing. People cannot drive in the rain in LA. And it seems like all the east coast transplants forget how to drive in the rain once they've lived there a while. It's very scary. So needless to say it's nice to be back on the east coast where people know how to drive.

On a completely different subject, I have a dent in my leg. No, really. I googled it and found a site where a bunch of women said the same thing but there doesn't seem to be an explanation. Maybe I should go to my hot doctor to see what that's about. "Yes, doctor, if you rub my thigh right there. Yeah baby! Do you feel that?" "Oh yeah! Oh uh, I'm sorry, what?" Or I could turn it into a romance novel: As the doctor slowly and tenderly grazed her thigh, her body awaked to emotion she hadn't felt in a long time. The heat from his hand conjured a tingle deep within. Cassandra wondered to herself if the doctor was feeling that same tingle.

Tingle is not a sexy word. I guess a thesaurus is a romance writers best friend. Suggestions anyone?

"Corporate accounts payable, Nina speaking...Just a moment."

Happy Administrative Professionals Day to me!!! and to my friends of course. My boss gave me a bouquet of flowers in a mug. The flowers are dying already. No joke.

Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea? Me?

I just want to sit here and trim my split ends.

Hot Doc!

Whoa Nelly! Seriously. Oh. My. Gosh. I simply cannot get over how good looking he was. Really just scrumptious. I always scoff at how good looking doctors on TV are but this guy really proved it could happen. He's young, average height, very good build, friendly, amazing accent (South African), cute glasses (probably so people take him serious), just woo! He walked in, introduced himself and said, "So Alisa, what can I do for you?" Soooooooo many things just went racing through my mind at that moment. I'm sure I blushed. We talked a bit, small talk, etc. We were then discussing my bronchitis (at least I think that's what he said I had) and I remember just staring at his mouth. He has these awesome lips. He ended with, "If you don't feel better in 2 days, give me a call." Of course my immediate reaction was to then get his home number but I restrained myself. With doctors like him, how could I not become a hypochondriac?

Big boom

We've had a bomb threat. I guess there hasn't been one in a while. So we're leaving at 2pm. How often do those things turn out to be an actual bomb?

Keep on (monster) trucking!

My cousin bought her son a kite for Easter. She got a beautiful asian looking butterfly from World Market. Prior to buying it at that store she mentioned that she was looking around at other kites. She found a monster truck kite with moveable tires and everything. Nice.

It's my dad's birthday today. I wish I could see him in person to wish him a happy birthday but it's looking like I won't see him until the summer and that's only if I drive up to NJ for a wedding. (Of course that'd give me a reason to go see the Russos!)

In other news...

Actress Meg Ryan has accused former husband Dennis Quaid of cheating on her during their nine-year-marriage. The When Harry Met Sally star gave a revealing interview in the forthcoming issue of Allure magazine, where she discussed her split with Quaid. According to a report on website PageSix, Ryan was unequivocal when the Allure writer asked her flat-out if the actor had strayed. The actress mouthed silently, "Yes, yes, yes." Ryan, who had an affair with actor Russell Crowe while she was still married to Quaid, then mimed throwing stones at her ex-husband while living in a glass house.

Cheating aside, which seems to be a sport with these Hollywood types. Um, how would one mime living in a glass house? And to top that, how would one mime throwing stones? You could be throwing anything! Matchbox cars, pencil erasers, shards of glass, oooh! marbles! WTF!?!?!?!

What does a $2 salad look like?

I actually went out after work on Friday. I went with a friend from work, Debra. We went to downtown Charleston and visited 3 different bars. Two were in order to find sponsors and 1 was to meet these incredibly good looking bartenders that she knows. Um, 'sponsors' seems to be a word for us now. Men, with money, who are willign to spend that money on us. This is what we seek. We work for the state for very little money. It'd be lovely to have someone who wants to pay for drinks, dinner, etc. Eventually it'd be nice to find a sponsor who wants us to enjoy a nice new hairstyle, a mani/pedi, a weekend in Bermuda perhaps. One who meets Debra would think that she'd have no trouble landing her own sponsor. Turns out, Debra's not so good with the men. She's the queen of first dates and can even talk herself out of going on those. There are a few other things but I'm not going to discuss them here.

I put little pieces of ham on my salad and then threw on bacon bits. But that's not overkill, right? 'Cause are bacon bits really actually bacon? Or are they just bacon flavored pieces of something. Ewww, I think I just made myself a little nauseaous.

There hasn't been much in my life to blog about these days. I've mostly been able to move past this one thing. Of course there are still things that pop up in my mind in relation to it. Once in a while I hope that it didn't work out the way it seemed to and I'll be surprised later. Then reality sets in and I realize that's not the case. It'd be easy for me to get all introspective but then my friends would jump in and tell me very nice things that should help (and mostly do) but I'm broken or fractured and pretty dang pessimistic. So I focus on the bad about me and whatever situation instead of flipping it and realizing the other person is the screwy one.

My mom has been here for over 2 weeks. We haven't seen much of each other. She and my grandmother have kept pretty busy.

Summer is coming. I'm going to try and keep myself super busy getting organized at work. I'm going to try to not spend a lot of time at my desk so I'm less irritated with Perfume Pat and her smells/noises.

I do have one big trip that I'm looking forward to. I think my friend Dana and I are going to Cancun and possibly an island just east of there. If it happens, I'll be so thrilled. It'll take care of a couple of things on my list of stuff to do before I die.

On that note, Happy Easter!

I kill me...

Do you ever have something strike you funny but you're alone and telling the funny to anyone else will never have the same impact? I had a funny like that happen on Friday. I was leaving a shoe store where I happily returned a pair of shoes (I got a cuter pair for $10 less at Target) and spotted something shiny on the way back to my car. I looked down and there was a flattened fork. So my immediate thought was, "Oh look! A fork in the road." Well I just cracked myself up with that one. So I call my mom and tell her my funny, she kind of half chuckled and then asked about the shoes. I called my dad, he's got a much better sense of humor, and all I got was, "That's funny. So how's the weather there?" Whatever! At least I entertain myself. But I guess that's what only children do, eh?

Cult of Personality

Now tell me it's not a mind control type cult...

"Pregnant actress Katie Holmes stunned a magazine journalist when she accompanied fiance Tom Cruise on a recent interview, by acting in a "dazed, passive and vacant" manner. The former Dawson's Creek beauty, 27, sat quietly beside Cruise as he opened up about his abusive father Thomas Mapother III to Parade reporter Dotson Rader. In the Parade interview, Rader writes, "Holmes wore a large diamond engagement ring. She seemed dazed, passive and vacant. She never stopped smiling." Rader was stunned to notice Holmes kept smiling, even as the Top Gun star recalled the beatings he suffered as a child."

The weather here has been superb the past couple of days. I mention this because it's been sucky in LA. Lots and lots of rain in LA. I need this type of gloating for when it's 100 degrees with 120% humidity in the summer here.

I don't think I've done anything productive at work today. I've done some of my usual stuff but it's been a slow, slow day.

I have 2 hours left. 2 looong hours to go.

Some good some bad

I spent most of the weekend in bed. I slept, downloaded music, watched some TV, played with my dogs and slept some more. I was thinking I'd be able to knock this cold or sinus or allergy thing out of me by getting some really good rest. Not so much. I'm sicker today than I was yesterday. So I'm going to sort through the mail, do some photocopying, finish up some filing and head home.

We went to church yesterday and tried to go to the Flowertown Festival after. My mother has MS, my grandmother is 80 and has a bevy of problems, and I, obviously, wasn't feeling well. We found a parking spot and attempted it. We got about 20 feet and my grandmother said she had to sit down. I had on a skirt and sweater and was severly hot, plus my mom wasn't really up for it. So we left. It was packed though and on any other day (with anyone else) it probably would have been fun.

Oh and the morning show I listen to was supposedly on vacation. After the 3rd Monday of them not being on air, I realized something was up. Yeah, I'm swift. Apparently they got fired. I'm bummed because I really liked the show.