So it's 10 pm and I find myself in the company of three uproariously funny young men. Not a bad situation if you ask me. At any rate we were at a local pizza joint. One I had heard rave reviews over. For thier protection I won't name names - but it rhymes with Schmalvation Pizza.
The events that transpired were nothing unexpected and won't necessarily deter me from dining there in the future. But I will warn you. This is not for the weak at stomach.
So there we sit. in the quaint house-like setting. We admire the light fixtures and decorations. The pizza comes and we continue to lavish the accolades upon this place.
Conversation is entertaining to say the very least and atmosphere it delightful.

Then one of the dinner companions throws his slice of pizza down on his plate and through a full mouth partly covered by his hand yells 'whoa! look!'. the remaining three of us look to where he is guesturing. One of the others yells, "O my gosh!"
We all three crack up and are probably being a little over dramatic. but the sheer size of it was so shocking that there was nothing you could do other than react in a proportionately large manner.
Our waiter comes around the corner holding a measely paper towel. Someone says, "you're going to need more than that paper towel."
So he disappears around the corner to return wielding a broom along with his trusty paper towel.

After tracking down his game he comes up behind it and proceeds to beat the living crap out of it before he swipes it up with the PT and retreats back to the kitchen.

I have never seen a roach that large in all my life.
It didn't help that its three inch long body was contrasted by the yellow and white striped wall paper.

Anyways.
That's all I've got.

Oh dilbert. you know me so well.

vacancy

Well, I would love to tickle you with words of the hilarities that usually overflow from my work days. but, I'm just going to be frank, there's really nothing to tell.
I think it has to do with a slightly sour attitude - because really the stuff before wasn't all THAT funny, but somehow struck me as so.

So that's that. life is just truckin' right along.
normal.
mundane.
but not lacking love, and joy and blessings.
but right now is a sort of growing period - with all types of growing pains.

I went and got my taxes done.

who knew it was that pricey?


There's a jar of markers on my desk. I make it a goal to try and use all 50 colors at least once per day. it's a lot more difficult that you's think.

I officially fell off the marathon training wagon. The shoes I wore the other night tried to murder my feet, but only managed to leave them severely mawled. - so needless to say, running shoes strapped on over the wounds was out of the question for a few days.
and by a few days, i mean tomorrow will have been a week.

that's cool though. we'll make it through. I mean I already paid my entry fees and bought a plane ticket... we'd better make it through.


I had a spinach/pineapple drink today. i feel super healthy (despite the lack of excercise...)


ummmm.....



that's about it.

now you know.
I better go make sure the copiers and printer are full of paper - just incase someone comes in and wants to print something. and then I need to check all the staplers.


bye now

I'm not going to lie. work-wise the past few weeks have been the crappiest yet. I am seriously feeling a burden of my hours spent daily re-arranging dropdown menus on excel sheets not impacting anyone or cause or thing in a positive way.

but God's working on me and my attitude about it all.

anyways. the stress and trauma of it all has temporarily drained any humorous inspiration of the work-world around me.

A dear dear old friend and birthday twin called yesterday with an extra ticket to the Houston rodeo this Friday when Pat Green is playing. Heck yes, I say. heck yes.
so I get to run off on a spontaneous overnight trip to Houston to go to a rockin concert and look at cows.

I'll be sure and take pictures.

a few of the fam...