Arriving at work after New Commute

Arrived at work on time, even a little early. Got off the metro thinking that getting off the metro at Farragut West has become cliche. (Everybody gets off the orange line at Farragut West that is my age.) Did my usual morning things - checked e-mails, talked to co-worker about schedule for the day, etc. Did some spinning around in circles sitting on my swivel chair.

Now that all the important stuff is done, I better get back to staring at budgets. But first, Congratulations to Tiana on the new addition to the family. I hope everybody is well.

Anti-American Idol

They're all idiots.

Because it is too late to call....

...I am posting something for Amber.

Amber - Remember when I got back from Seattle and I told you that I almost called you from the airport to tell you about some hot guy that I saw before I got on the plane, but it was really early so I didn't call, then you told me that I should have called anyway? Well....I didn't get a chance to call again because I was in a movie and the guy was in the movie. It was a Spanish guy rock climbing shirtless in Spain. I don't think I've ever seen a guy that lean with muscles that smooth. Anyway, that's just for you since I thought it might make you smile on a stressful day.

:)

Lost and Found

I don't blog much and I haven't told many people about this blog, but it has been found. See below:

10:43 AM Rachel: OMH!!!
you have a blog
you little stink
How did I miss this
10:44 AM me: I told you that I had one.
Rachel: yeah but I didn't think you were serious
me: hahaha!
hahaha!
oh wait...hahaha!
Rachel: So why are you not on the NSM blog then
10:45 AM me: I was seeing how long I could not be on the blog.
Rachel: lol...
10:46 AM me: It's not like I post on there often.
Rachel: you should update
10:47 AM you haven't posted since April
10:49 AM me: I know.
I have such an interesting life.
10:50 AM Rachel: lol...
you do...
I am going to blog about it..
you have been holding out.


Thanks, Rachel. Now I have one more thing on the internet that I'll have to keep track of. Sheesh.

Crazy Second Coming Ladies

I served a mission a few years ago and my companion and I ran into these two ladies that we called "The Crazy Second Coming Ladies." They were ladies that talked about the Second Coming in normal conversation without missing a beat. They called service "angel work." They talked about their ancestors that lived centuries ago like they were near and dear friends.

I call them crazy, but really, I want to be like them.