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Fire Alarm Testing

This, coupled with my Bread post, is sure to put me on some watch list somewhere. (I’m hoping people realize that if I was really contemplating doing any of these things, I probably wouldn’t be foolish enough to WRITE about it.) I just can’t help THINKING about such things…and how, if *I’M* thinking of them, other – more evil – people might be too. Yep. I scare myself while thinking of the worst possible scenarios that could happen. *sigh*

Anyway…we’re having the fire alarms tested in our building at work today. We got an email yesterday stating plainly that they are being tested and to ignore the alarms when they go off. Now, if I were a (mentally disturbed) pissed off employee, might I take this time to ACTUALLY set a fire somewhere in the building..? It just makes me nervous that it’s announced so far in advance…that’s all. If I smell smoke, I’m running!!

Is It Just Me?

When I get out of the shower, I like to know (okay, I NEED to know) which end of the towel is up. Not a big deal for a freshly washed towel…but I don’t use a freshly washed towel every time, so if I over-think things I get all heeby-jeebied out. “Okay…this part dried WHERE before…and I’m using it on my FACE now???”

To make all things right with the world – I always make sure that the towel tag is on the lower right-hand side. Heaven forbid if that dang tag ever comes off…

I’ve seen the “Butt – Face” towels…but these are all wrong. You wrap a towel around you LENGTH-wise, not WIDTH-wise, so with these towels, half the butt part and half the face part are still in the wrong area!

Should I also mention here that I rinse off my soap before using it…?

Good Friends

The best kind of friends are the ones who can pick up right where you left off – no matter if a day or 3 years have gone by since the last time you saw them.

We all know that life gets busy, and there’s no way to keep in touch daily (especially, if you’re like me and are *so* not a phone person). I must say, email has helped with that a lot. But even that isn’t necessary with really good friends. There’s no awkward “why didn’t you keep in touch” silences. There’s no “you must hate me” looks. Nothing. Just laughs, hugs, and lots of chatter.

MyFaceSpaceBook

So, I joined one of those – what I think of as – teeny boppers sites. More than a few friends had asked if I was there, and after saying “nope.” a few too many times, I decided to take the plunge. Yikes.

I’d like to think I’m technically inclined. (I *do* document highly technical software for a living.) But I should have waited until I had a pretty big block of time available to me because things started flying my way as soon as I signed up. Wow.

On the one hand, it’s pretty cool that you can find all of your class mates from high school and college. On the other hand – that means THEY can find you too. Not necessarily a bad thing, but I have thought to myself with more than one invitation to be a friend, “I didn’t talk much with her before…but, uh, Okay.” It’s pretty cool to be back in touch with people I haven’t talked with in about 15 years though. And I figured out it’s pretty much the only way to get my 17 year old sister to reply to me. And I’m now in touch with one of my brother’s “famous” friends. (Our neighbor growing up – who is Jim’s age – now works for Pixar. How cool is that??) But then I start thinking too much. Like “what if that person *I* remember from way back when doesn’t remember me?” Or if I happen to see an ex-boyfriend on there, do I contact him?? Would he think I want more than I do? (uh, hello – happily married here, thanks.) Or, geeez – am I then considered a stalker?? Too. Much. Pressure. πŸ˜›

One of the time-suckers of the site is that you can play games. The two that I like (word games, of course), you can play in “ladder mode” – see how you stack against all of your friends who play in the same mode, or you can play against specific friends – extend a challenge and take turns until the specified number of rounds has been played by both parties. I tend to play these when I should be doing laundry. Or one of my second jobs.

The strangest part is that you can send virtual “gifts” to your friends. Like flowers, star wars action figures, 80s games, salads, “flair” (buttons…like they make Friday’s employees wear – or Jennifer Aniston in Office Space), and monkeys doing karate (I’m not even kidding). The most interesting (terrifying??) thing that’s happened is that a friend now “owns” me. Apparently, you can purchase your friends and then auction them off. Uhm. Okay.

For now, I’m dabbling over there…but (I can’t believe I’m saying this after only 2 months), I’m much more comfortable with my blog!

Bread

I was putting together a few sandwiches today and it occurred to me – in this crazy world of “do not use if safety seal shows signs of tampering” – that there’s no real way to tell if bread has been tampered with. Well…with the exception of Pepperidge Farm bread that’s also wrapped in plastic.

So…why are we so trusting with our bread? Why do we look for the safety seals on everything under the sun, but we don’t require our bread to have anything more than a twisty-tie?? If I were going to tamper with something…I think it would have to be bread.

Ode to a Migraine

You suck.

Is it Just Me?

I’m sure when I was a kid my parents wondered why every single stuffed animal I owned had to be on my bed. (And I’m not even kidding). I doubt that I ever told them…but I’ve come to realize that I have this strange thing where I feel sorry for inanimate objects! I was so afraid of hurting one of my stuffed animal’s feelings, that I’d just have to have them all around me; I couldn’t bear to think that one would be sad if I chose another one. (The movie Toy Story has since proven my theory…)

I had thought that I had suppressed these feelings, but I realized in the grocery store the other day that I felt really bad for the apples I passed over in favor for the non-bruised ones. Will these apples find a good home? Are they sad because *I* didn’t pick them? Geez, Nance. Get a grip…

Manny, Manny, Manny

You may or may not know that I’m a Red Sox fan. I don’t blog about them often (actually, ever) – but I have to try to sort through my feelings about “The Manny Trade” and figured this might be a good way to do it.

So … right now we’re hearing that he’s been traded in a three team deal. (Hansen and Moss are gone too). And We get Jason Bay. I know nothing about Bay…but it seems like that’s a lot of players leaving for what we are getting! I’m hoping that there are other things involved, but we just haven’t heard about it yet…

I’m sad that Manny is leaving because (when he actually plays) he’s a KICK BUTT hitter. And he brings humor to the game. I’m okay with him leaving because of some of the publicized antics lately (throwing a 60 year old man to the ground, b*tich-slapping Youkilis, among other things).

So. It’s too bad that a hall of famer is leaving us – but if he’s disrupting the team too much, or if he’s going to be a super diva – SEE YA. And let’s hope we won’t be playing against your team too often…

Dear Grandma-

Grandma

Grandma at age 92

I miss you! I can hardly believe that it’s been 2 and a half years since I last saw you. Remember? We came up to visit and celebrate the twins’ first birthday. Maggie shared her prized boots with you. The kids got so hyped up on birthday cake that they couldn’t stop giggling. And Burke was crawling around in circles (in his diaper because his clothes were covered in cake). I’m so glad that they were able to meet you.

It breaks my heart that they won’t have any of their own memories of you and that Logan will never have the pleasure of meeting you. Oh sure, we have pictures around. Lots of pictures! And I talk about you to them so they know who “Great Grammy” is. And I know you see them. I know that you keep an eye on them all. And that’s really comforting.

Thoughts on PB Posts

It occurs to me that you all aren’t in my head and may be wondering why I’m doing these PB (Pre-Blog) posts, and how I’m choosing topics.

The main reason is because I guess that I’m viewing this blog as a place for the kids to go and read about themselves when the time comes…so I want to capture some of the BIIIIG stuff that may have happened before I started bloggingΒ  (I was *so* not good at keeping a journal).

How I choose the PB topics is simple…something triggers the memory and I think “hey! I would have written about that if I was blogging at that point in time.” πŸ™‚ For example, the post from earlier today about Maggie was triggered by the Crooked Teeth topic. (Bear with me here) Maggie’s teeth are a bit crooked now from her second hospital visit…but I couldn’t write about that one without first writing about her first visit. So…the second visit will probably show up in my next PB post.

Anyway – thought you might like my thought process πŸ™‚ Perhaps not.