Self:
Just because you’ve been posting every day doesn’t mean you have to keep doing it.
For instance, some days, like today, will be super busy at work. Add a rehearsal for most of the night, and it becomes very difficult to make the time.
It’s OK. The world won’t end!
note from self:
See perfect attendance.
Because Cecily asked, here are five things you don’t know about me:
In the morning, some of them woke up before me, but they thought I was awake and started talking to me. When I did not respond, they waved their hands in front of my face, and realized I was actually not awake. Just a freak.
I now warn people if I’m ever sharing a hotel room, or if there is the possibility I may doze off (long car ride).
A few years after college, I joined some people I found looking for bandmates in a local paper. I played some keyboards, some violin, and backing vocals. It never really went anywhere — it was a never-ending search to complete the lineup — but it was fun writing/recording songs.
I’m sure there are plenty of other dorky examples, I will add more if I think of any!
Still, my convictions aren’t really that strong. I stopped eating meat in college because cafeteria meat was gross, and I had a lot of vegetarian friends so it was easy to go along. Now, 13 or so years later, a lot of it is habit. They make lots of yummy fake meat products now, too.
I still wear leather, but fur is too “dead animal” for me.
There you have it!
Sometimes the higher-ups in our office cater lunch meetings, and if we are fortunate enough there are leftovers in the kitchen.
Today, the timing was right — the food was in the kitchen before I started heating up the frozen meal I brought for lunch. And, it was leftover pizza from my favorite local place.
The problem? It was swimming with olives.
I don’t know what it is about olives, but I simply cannot eat them. I eat around them in salads. Whenever possible, I remove them from my plate. When cooking frozen veggie pizzas, I scrape them off prior to popping them in the oven. I can detect even the tiniest bit of one that may slip through.
There were so many olives on that pizza that it’s still haunting me (and I didn’t even take a slice and attempt to de-olive it)!
Would I like an olive that’s been soaking up vodka in a martini?
Probably not. But, this hasn’t been tested. I don’t drink “real” martinis — too strong for my taste — but give me a girly flavored one any day!
Olives don’t complement them, anyway.
We’ve been together for a long time. You first came to me at Christmastime when I was in sixth grade. That was over 20 years ago!
You helped me through the bad-hair eighties (actually, it was mostly your fault!). You helped me get through junior high dances and high school proms. You came away with me to college, and moved with me into my first house.
But now it’s time I let you go. You’re probably not safe anymore. I’m sorry. I’ll miss you!
OK, so I’ve spent the entire day cleaning and organizing my bathroom, partially because I needed to put away the new hair dryer I got for Christmas. It’s been sitting in the living room ever since. But, the bathroom really needed to be cleaned/organized, anyway!
A father, singing to his young boy:
People.
People who eat people
Are the hungriest people in the world!
He sang quite well, actually. The little boy sang along.
That’s a parody I hadn’t heard before … pretty gross!