I WANT THESE PILLOWS

It's disgusting how now I'd rather shop at pottery barn and/or Tai Pan Trading instead of going to Chuck E. Cheese's.

But these are just so Beeeeautiful!

Ciao

I need to get back in the swing of things

I've been a little.... preoccupied. So sorry. Even though I am pretty sure I am the only one who reads & re-reads my own blogs. Still. This cramp in the writing section of my brain is really..... uh..... cramping. my. style. oh dear.

STARTING OVER

Topic for the day.

The Forbidden Fridge

Location: My work


Why is it forbidden?? Cuz I guess visitors are more important and they like need to have their own fridges (and super awesome ice maker) that haven't been contaminated by us ol' regular folk.

Wanna know a secret?

I use the ice making machine. Every day. Not necessarily in spite of my work but because it makes my beverage that much more of a delightful delicacy! Why would I not! I'm tired of those awful ice trays! I want first class!

It's kinda fun to pretend that I could get caught at any minute. (Start playing Mission Impossible theme song in your head now please. It makes this so much more cool!) First, there are camera's in the hallway. It's important to leisurely strut down the hall. No one will know what is going through your head. If you need to practice this I'm sure there are super sweet youtube videos you can copy. So you are strutting..... QUICKLY DASH INTO THE VISITOR BREAK ROOM!!! make sure ALL lights are off. I WOULD be a good idea to take a back-up beverage with you in case someone passes by. THEN, spin along the counter and quietly pull off the top red plastic cup from the pile. Shuffle sideways towards the ice making machine. The door opens quietly so this is not what you have to worry about! It's the Spoon. You have to be quiet, you have to be swift, you have to be skilled. Not everyone can do this. Your red cup HAS to be tilted so that when you put the ice from the scoop in... it doesn't make a sound. Spin again towards the fridge. Open the door and pull out your favorite refreshing beverage. Pretend like you are hugging yourself as you exit the Forbidden Breakroom. Sit at your desk and then you know you are safe.

It can be a pretty exciting game actually. So now that everyone knows that I have gone crazy. I am signing out. However! A little adventure never hurt anyone. Even if it is made-up.

Ciao!

Ok Fine

What's this you say? Well I will tell you. It's a little bit of my CREATIVE self. This little polka dot notebook resting on my striped pajama'd being contains my bits and pieces of poetry I have written over the years. I AM NOT SAYING IT'S GOOD! Just saying I did it. I'm debating on posting some every once in a while to try to get my creative juices flowing once again. We'll see how this experiment turns out.

First Poem

A MISSIONARY
(dedicated to all those who are doing their best out there)

A missionary,
By my definition: a teacher, a saint
A servant of our father
with rarely a complaint
A preacher of gospel
and truth from on high
containing a heart
that helps many to try
an angel from heaven
whose made choices so grand
a guidance for the lost
taking them by the hand
a spirit so humble
yet steadfast and strong
an achiever of greatness
a link to God's bond
a hope and a comfort
an answer from above
a symbol of patience,
virtue, and love
a brother of Christ
teaching God's plan to all
a radiating light
tearing down Satan's wall
a man that's been given
a mission so great
with ambition to enter
the celestial gate.


Ciao!

Wishing I was creative.

..............

SEE WHAT I MEAN! complete loss of words and I am ashamed to say that I have been staring at my hands wondering what to write for a good ten minutes. bleh.

ciao... I guess