The Coveted Birthday Lunch

So. It's October. Which means that it is totally my birth month. More than money from grandparents, even more than the "suprize" gift my dad got me (which he always hides in the same visible place), I am excited about my birthday lunch at work. Counting me, there are 4 white people that work at my office and all the rest are born and raised Mexicans/El Salvadorians who can cook Rachael Ray out of her own kitchen.
The Birthday lunch is a buffet of whatever the ladies decide to cook and bring. It can range from hot dogs to fajitas or pizza to tamales. It is so good. The hour befor lunch starts, the ladies bring their dishes in from the refridgerators to be heated in the office which creates a most delightful aroma of goodness around my desk, which is situated outside of both breakroom and kitchen.

I am not sure when they will decide to have the October birthday lunch, but that day is what I am waiting for.

And, on a different note, My boss said that I could leave early from work tomorrow...YES!

The Awkward Rug Guy

This morning was great for me. I only woke up a little bit late and still had time to shower. Booh-yah! I fixed a healthy lunch with some yogurt I stole from my roomate and a sandwich with no miracle whip, thank you very much. So, when I walked out to hop in my vehicle, it had just rained and was so cloudy (part of the reason I woke up late).
So. There is a guy who comes to change out our rugs. And he is awkward...awkwardly cute. So he comes in every wednesday with his big rug cart and rolls up the rugs in front of the front door and then the break room and finally he get's to the rug in front of my desk. Then he hands me the thing to sign. Here is where the awkwardness is.
It never fails that one of us says something so dumb. Like for instance, today, I said, "So is it raining out there?" and he kinda turned to the window and looked out, then back at me.
"it's actually pretty sunny." I looked out the window,and there really is not even a cloud in sight.
"Oh. Right." I replied. And just as sure as the sun was shining, my face turned so red it looked a little purple.

priceless.

Alrightalrightalrightalrightalrighalright heynowheynowheynow Ladies!

What is it about one song that can make your heart feel right?
Not just "alright" but right...
As in in perfect harmony with everything around you.
That is what Hey Ya by outcast does for me...
just kidding, but sometimes....
No really. Harmony. From a song.
Lead Me to the Cross by Hillsong United.
Leads me to beauty.

I am at work, duh. I got a lovely text message today. In that moment that I read it I was so absolutely enthralled with excitement and awe at the beautifulness of life...
and then the girl that calls me wanda walked up and ruined it by calling me wanda.
why, Lord?
why am I plagued by people that cannot say their V's?

I started looking for somewhere to join a Gym today. I just need that energy back that one gets from excercising...or is itexercising? Whatev. I need the extra energy to stay up an hour later to do my ridiculous amount of accounting homework. Why are gym memberships so expensive? I mean, if the government or whoever were really concerned about this country's fatness, they would open up cheap gyms. Geez. Maybe I'll just walk around one of the hundred ponds at DBU.

Man, I have a lot to say today. Maybe it's because I have just been sitting here doing nothing for 30 minutes. I mean really. I feel like if my boss had a clue, he would fire me to save the extra 200 bones a week.

Ask me...Go on, ask me!

Ask me what I did at work yesterday. No seriously...say it out loud to the screen; I'll hear it.

.....

Well, I am so glad you asked. First I signed on to facebook, like a good college kid would, and I checked my messages. Then I started thinking of my trip to Tennesse coming up. I decided that I didn't want to spend it with the people that I see all the time, but that I wanted to some way get myself to Nashville from Chattanooga.

What would you do...?

well, that's probably what I did.

I went to http://www.greyhound.com/ and bought a greyhound bus ticket. Roundtrip. $46.50.

Worth every penny.

So now I get to spend the weekend with the two most awesome people east of the mississippi river...well...I'm not sure where that actually is...sooooo....you get the idea.

Man, If I could be anywhere right now I would be in my bed...with all of the lights off...appromiately 69 degrees...with all the fans going.

and I swear on everything, if this stupid girl calls me wanda one more time, I am going to snap.

going to lunch...