“Sister calls herself a sexy grandma.
Brother’s on a diet for high cholesterol.
Mama’s out of touch with reality.
Daddy’s in the ground beneath the maple tree.
As the angels sing an old Hank Williams song.
Time marches on, time marches on.”
~Time Marches On (by Tracy Lawrence)
On Saturday, my boyfriend and I visited Wilson Dam. At one point, we were walking near the railing, about 15 to 20 feet over the murky water. My imagination got the better of me.
Me: “What if something was to come right up out of the water and attack us?”
Jeff: “You mean, like a freshwater shark?”
Me: “I’m thinking more like a freshwater Godzilla.”
Recently, currently, or soon:
0 – jeans purchased after trying on a dozen ill-fitting pairs
1 – notice left on my door by the Sheriff’s department
1 – phone call made to the Sheriff’s department that the person they’re looking for no longer lives at this apartment
1 – number of times I’ve made French Toast (first time ever, btw)
2 – I plan to post quotes from episode 2 of The Young Riders tomorrow.
2 – number of items on this list I plan to blog more about, at some point
3 – times I’ve left a radio station because it’s broadcasting some sporting event instead of playing music
3 – boxes of tissues currently open at my apartment
7 – days I’ve been taking medicine for my messed-up sinuses
8 – ounces of orange juice I’m trying to drink every day
14th – day my OfficeMate leaves to go to Nebraska for a month
18th – the seven year anniversary of the day I started my first website
1985 – the theme for an upcoming website layout
30 – approximate number of hours my mother spent at the hospital having some chest pains checked out (thankfully, she’s fine)
6:30 – time of the upcoming company banquet and my non-date with a fellow employee
$1.36 – amount of money I spent today (at Dollar General on lotioned tissues)
I’m having one of those mornings where nothing is going the way I want it to, and I am finding this very, very, very annoying!
After all this time I think I’ve realized something about my appearance: the more my bangs cover my forehead – without laying flat on it – the more my face is shaded from harsh overhead light, and the better I look.
To test this theory, I’ll be attempting to shape my bangs like the brim of a baseball cap. (Note to self: need extra hold gel.)
Co-Worker#1 (in the next office, looking at some building plans with Co-Worker#2): Hey, Anne, do you know what a natatorium is?
Me: Isn’t that a building with a pool? A place where people swim?
Co-Worker#1: I mean this in the nicest way: you are a dork!
[Not much later, I sought an ally in Co-Worker#2.]
Me: You knew what it was, right?
Co-Worker#2: I had to look it up. We called them “aquatic centers”.
Had a nice Christmas.
Stayed home with Mom and sister.
There was yummy pie.