You know, sometimes it's hard being so very busy and important at work (read: sucker wanting a promotion). I think
Loralee and
Hillary are the only two blogging buddies who know what I do "in real life"---(ya know, besides
my day job of giving unsuspecting visitors tours of local strip clubs.) They both think my job sounds pretty cool. Yes, it's a career that some little people may want to have when they are big people and they may say, "I want to work at ________ when I grow up." But (because there always is one)...it's not all roses, berries and cherries. (And no, I do not work in an orchard.) I work in the food industry and because it's always changing, and there's always something new to learn, I've been sitting in CLASS during the day and catching up with work stuff AFTER WORK. And did I mention that the class is Food Chemistry? Oh no?
FOOD CHEMISTRY!!!!
This is me loving the hell out of Food Chemistry. Notice the blood-shot eye. And the fact that I must've decided to brush my eyebrows DOWN instead of up. It looks like I'm concentrating very hard. Hope I fooled the Food Chem instructors.
(Shoot me. Or, keeping with the subject, kill me with a potent enzyme of some sort. What kind? Hell if I know. I can retain water with the best of them, but throw chemistry my way and I'm all "Whaaa?")
So, today was my last day of Food Chem---fiddle dee fiddle dee fiddle dee dee! Screw you, Food Chem, I'm going home....to put on my pajama pants and footies, eat Haagen-Dazs straight from the tub, watch some Nigella...and take pictures of my feet. See? I'm very busy and important at home, too.
I've been writing a post about my visit with Loralee but it's not quite done as it's going to be super-special. I hope to have it up by November. Oh just kidding, I'm not that lazy. I should have it up by the 31st. Of October. While you wait for my version, you can read hers
here (and see a photo of me posing with cupcakes. Ya know...like you do.)
In the meantime....in the land of one of most favoUrite Canadian Bloggers...the fabulous Angella has tagged me to do a "Six Random Things" meme. So here I go: 1. I find it terribly rude when people say, "Excuse You." This happened to me today when I was going into a bathroom at work. As I pushed the door open, a lady on the other side of the door was pulling it open. I said, "Excuse me!" just as she said, "Excuse you!" And she had a smile on her face! What is that about?
2. I took a picture of Abe while he was yawning. This is what it looks like:
My husband has titled this photo,
"Invisible Sandwich"
3. I owned a rock polisher when I was in elementary/middle school. Pair this with the
bed-wetting and my penchant for tucking everything in my underwear and it's a wonder that the boys didn't come a-runnin'. (Note: My husband also owned a rock polisher when he was a wee lad. And he's HOT. So suck it 5th grade jerky boys.)
4. I have a magical DVD player in our bedroom. I'm not kidding. It's truly magical. Each night, when my husband and I get into bed, we pop a movie in. I'm usually the one who's in there first, so I typically choose something I want to watch (99% of the time it's something British--an episode of Poirot or maybe AbFab). Why is the DVD player magical? Because it will only play my movies. I'm totally serious. It won't "read" any of the DVDs my husband puts in, so he's stuck with the movies I want to watch. When that DVD player craps out, I will totally have an online-funeral for it.
5. I SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO want to go to BlogHer. But I'm not. But next year? It's a distinct possibility. And I will need a roommate. Anyone else planning to go in '09?
6. Confession: I watch "Work Out" on Bravo and "The Girls Next Door" on E. I'm aware that Work Out is a terribly scripted bunch of hooey, but I can't stop recording it on the DVR. (Oh, and Hillary, you weren't wrong, it
is PVR in Canada--and there's probably a silent "u" in there, too.) And I'm pretty sure that Gloria Steinem may show up at my door and personally shoot me for saying this, but I really like Hugh Hefner. And Bridget is my favorite. And then Holly. And then Kendra. But Hef should still marry Holly.
So, there you have it. Six pieces of useless info to end your week.
Now that Food Chem is over, I'll return to the workforce during the daytime hours which will free up my nights to get back to what I'm good at: Not blogging :)
And for interaction purposes, and to follow the tagging-tradition of a meme, I would like to TAG anyone who's reading this and ask that you leave one random fact about yourself in the comments. And if you would like to talk "Work Out" or "Girls Next Door" feel free to shoot me an e-mail so you don't have to reveal your love of these two gems online.
Photo taken after drawing the names. Notice the wind-blown hair. Must be from running around outside yelling the winners names. Also, I had the camera set to "nuclear-flash"--you're welcome.
