I’m Just Sayin …

1) Emilee, my five year old, bugged me all day on Election Day to vote for Obama.  Why?  “Because he’s brown mama, and we’ve never had a brown president before!” And I stared at her for a moment, wondering where she learns this stuff, when I said to her, “Hey goofey girl!  Who cares if he’s brown or not?”  She looked at me with her serious look and said, “Some people do, mom!” Well.  I’ll be damned.

2) I had drinks yesterday with an old friend from a previous job who happened to be in my neck of the woods.  He had sent an email saying he was in town, could we have lunch?  While lunch wasn’t an option for me, a drink or two was a possibility after work.  He is a happily married man with one son, and it was good to catch up on each others lives a bit.  One drink turned into a few more, but finally it was time to say goodbye.  He walked me to my car, and as I was saying thank you and goodbye, I leaned in for the hug.  He saw that coming and must have assumed I was leaning in to peck his cheek, because his lips started to form the kiss face.  So we ended up in a weird sort of embrace with him trying to kiss my cheek and me trying to hug him.  I leaned back and said, “Are you … trying to … kiss me?” I must have embarrassed him without meaning to, because he backed away from me like I had a raging case of herpes.  In fact, he backed away so quickly he tripped on the curb and fell.  I immediately burst into hysterical laughter, dropped my keys and purse and sat down beside him on the ground for fear of my legs buckling from laughing so hard.  Now, the fact that I’m laughing doesn’t help an already embarrassing moment of falling, so I tried to make it better by putting my one free hand that wasn’t covering my laughing mouth on his back, kind of patting his back in the “It’s okay” motion.  He sighed and said, “That’s not helping.”  I laughed some more.

3) Remember this post?  When I was sick, looking incredibly horrible and ran into The Scientist and sneezed all over him?  He emailed me yesterday, wondering if I’d like to grab dinner in a “friendly manner”.   And because I’m that vain, I almost want to say yes so his last sight of me isn’t looking like complete and utter shit.

4) I leave in less than one week to see Chicago Man. *happy grin*

5) I was “chosen” by upper management at my work to be in a video skit for a day of awareness we are doing in my department.  I say “chosen” because that basically means that I can not say no.  Therefore, I was in the video.  My understanding was that it was a low-key thing, but I did have some lines and to have fun with it.  So, I figured, what the hell, and decided to have fun with it.  So I memorized by lines and that morning, I did my hair and make up more so than I normally do just to come to work, and was ready to go.  I show up for what is supposed to be a “low-key” thing, and of course, it’s about as low-key as the movie Titantic was to shoot.  There were people there specifically to fix my hair.  There were three camera’s.  There was white-balancing and lights shining at me in every direction.  There was a large shiny thing that looked like a Frisbee pointed at me, no idea what that was.  There were SIXTEEN rehearsals.  There were FIVE actual takes and a crowd had gathered to watch.  Why is it, that nothing ever seems to be low-key when I’m involved?  May I ask that?

6) I decided Starbucks was in order this morning and while in line, stared at one of their new breakfast sandwiches.  Truth be told, I don’t eat breakfast.  I drink it.  My coffee is my breakfast.  However, I stared at this new breakfast sandwich and had an insane urge to eat it.  I don’t even like sausage but there it was, calling me … “Qqqqqqq TEEEEEEEE, eat me”.  Then I had the image in my head of a sandwich talking.  I laughed and the man in front of me gave me an odd look.  I stared back at him hard, with the  sarcastic “WHAT?” look and he looked away.  I think he thought I was odd.  Imagine that.

7) Irishman texted me yesterday and said, “Have you heard of The Curse of the Irish?”  I thought for a minute and wrote back, “No.”   A bit later he writes again, “Are you sure?” and I laughed and said, “I am positive!  Are you going to tell me what it is?”  His response?  “Small Penis’s” I stared at my phone for a moment and wrote back, “You sure you’re Irish?”  Now isn’t it nice when you make someone’s day? 

8 ) It’s Friday!  I hope some of you realize you may be getting texts this weekend.