creepy is as creepy does or should I say; bob is as bob does

so there i stood. gazing out on the spectacular view our conference room has to offer. just past a narrow strip of parking lot there is rollings hills with green and fall colors.
as my sight lowers to the cars parked peacefully below i spy something a little out of the ordinary.

or is it?


Behold, There Bob stood. a confident captain at the bow of his vessel. No, really, Bob was taking his smoke break on his boat which was parked in the parking lot.

WHAT!?!?


Then.. TTHHheeennnn... Bob returns to the cubes and strike up conversation with a woman. Her identity remains unknown, I chose to remain concealed in my Cubicle rather than pop my head up and stare around - this is something that Bob does, and let's face it I don't want to be creepy. (So I'll just recount his activities for friends and family on a regular basis. in shocking detail, because that's not creepy at all...)

Anyways. He refers to his boat, of coarse, in the first seconds-worth of "coversation" with woman.
Woman obliges and laughs where it was appropriate, but judging from the tone was as ready to make a break for it as cat in a pillow case.
He asks to borrow her power washer... for his boat, obviously. She tries to change the subject and gently say no, but he presses on.
you gotta give it to him, the man has perseverence.
So then he eventually gets her to conceed to him borrowing her power washer. for his boat.
she tells him he can come by and pick it up.
"Oh I don't need to take it. I'll just wash my boat at your house."
I don't think that was how she saw this going, Bob.
So then Bob has to get her number. AH HA! now we get to the crux of the matter. your boat and the power washer were all a facade to mask your intentions of "getting at her".
So she begrudgingly doles out her digits. She says to give her a call and if she's not home her daughter will be there.

enter creep out moment of the week

"oh ... apparantly I don't get along so well with peoples' daughters. It's a long story, I'll tell you later."

ummm......
I don't know just what to think or say about that.

Besides; Bob, you're not helping yourself out in the creepy department when you make comments like that. And PS, why do you talk so loud anyways?

Tis the season

well, in light of the upcoming holiday, i figured i'd give some shouts to things for which i rarely voice my appreciation -

- original scent "germ-x" thank you for not smelling like an old folks home.

- super sticky sticky notes. 'post-it', you've done a good thing here.

- clean microwaves. only when you were gone did i realize my affinity for you.

- kerbey lane. i feel like my biweekly plus visits show my gratitude, but if not, i hope you know your pancakes make the world go 'round. and your queso. and your stuffed pablano. and your cobb sandwich. and your peach pork poboy. and your salsa. and your hibiscus phizz. and soft nachos. and corn cakes. and......

- uniball vision elite pens. so smooth. so long lasting. so colorful.

- science educational videos from the mid to late 80s. enough said.

- the variable sizes of the sharpie marker.

- polar ice gum. thank you thank you thank you

- name plates on two-hole punchers. yes. mine has mine name on it. doesn't yours?

- bob

- a vast memory bank of movie and telivision quotes.

- will ferrel. you savvy genius, you.

- www.hibob.fm i never knew that packman could be so fun. thank you for that.

- the dhl guy who laughs at my lame mail jokes....

- the ups guy who pretends he's never seen me before and has to tell me where to sign the tablet that i sign two times daily...

- stress balls shaped like airplanes. i don't know how the heck i am supposed to fit it in my hand, but it seems like a great idea.

- self-declared casual mondays... like today. it's casual monday.

come one, come all

Okay Tomorrow i'm having an art showing.

Presto's
15201 Mason Rd
Cypress, TX (North Houston)

730 p
There will be live music and food and drinks....
also there's a drive in theater down the road.

I'm showing six paintings from my repertoire. They are all for sale.

Come
Look

revolution

My life has changed.
I woke up yesterday a girl and went to bed a girl with appliances.

So I got a new washer and dryer. new meaning not used, because even a used one would have been new... What i'm saying is i didn't have either before yesterday.
Up until now i had been doing the laundry mat thing.
I would wait for two weeks, so that all the effort would be worth it. load up a body-bag sized laundry carrier, drag it down three flights of stair, carry it santa claus style across the apartment complex parking lot [dodging dog crap, racoons, speeding cars, and strange neighbors] (we have two laundry mats and my apartment happens to be equal distance from both), load all my clothes into the machines and pump money into them until my pockets are about a pound lighter, close the lid and hope that no one will take my sopping articles out and leave them on the counter, then go back to my apartment and wait until it's time to trek back over and switch the clothes to a no-matter-how-many-dryer-sheets-you-use-your-clothes-are-garunteed-to-have-static dryer, and close the door hoping that it won't be nudged open by the sheer amount of shirts and underwear spinning around on the inside. then after waiting out the dryer the decision come to fold there or fold at home. Folding there is probably the better of the two - it at least sees to it that they get folded, but then there's the awkward silence when a neighbor comes in and your flouncing your underwear and ratty towels around. But cramming them all back into the body bag to take home and fold pretty much seals it that they wil never get folded and will probably get so wrinkled that you'd rather just wash them again. Either way I still have to load them all back up and hike back across the complex and up three flights of stairs.

I'm not going to lie, I turned up music and daced around while I was loading my very first pile of clothes into my very first washing machine. It is a great new light I see.

I was scared when my clothes weren't dry after the first cycle in the dryer - turns out i forgot to turn the heat on. whew.

I have arrived. I feel like a real live grown up.

look out detergent aisle, here I come.

mas mas mas

I know i'm getting a little photo-post happy, but really, look at these darling children!
meet Henry Ranger and Clover Dandy.

beautiful drive

honestly, why wouldn't you want to drive to Lubbock?

no joke

this is an actual exerpt from my defensive driving coarse. I feel like I will be a much better driver, having seen this.

clarity

oh man. so I have been confused and exasperated about the developments on the office. like why jim transferred and why pam broke it off with roy and so on.
Well, thanks be to i tunes. I know now.
and, friend.
knowing is good.
i heart the office.
i'm not going to lie.
i get sad when i miss it.
thrusdays
nbc
730
be there.

t mobile

good ol' t mobile.
there's a short shout out to Lubbock in here

yay

woo hoo

I jumped on the lowest price tickets I could find for tonight.

They are front row balcony - my preferred area anyways.

They were half the price since last week.

I will be accompanied by sweet miss Callie.

We will probably laugh.

We will probably clap.

It promises to be a great kick of for the weekend.

Jerry Seinfeld, live at Bass Concert Hall, Austin Texas.