The Ice Palace

I have discussed this at great lengths with my friends, and we want to know what’s going on with “Road Shoes”? Well, that’s what I call them anyway…

Have you ever been driving down the road, and on the side of the highway there is ONE shoe on the side of the road? We see that ALL the time. I understand seeing road-kill, various forms of furniture, or even a pair of shoes. I just don’t understand how ONE got there. It’s not just one kind of shoe either. We have seen work boots, sandals, running shoes, dress shoes… and there is always JUST one shoe.

So how does this happen? I have a few theories.

You are a one legged man/woman, and you bought this new pair of shoes. You know you don’t need the other one so you just throw it out the window?

You have road rage like me, and the guy in front of you won’t get over so you take off one of your shoes and throw it out the window at his car?

Your friend gets mad at you, grabs your shoe and throws it out the window?

You are hanging your foot out the window while riding in your friend’s car, and you shoe falls off?

Or maybe there is a shoe fairy sprinkling random shoes along the side of the road just so I would have something to blog about… I dunno.

I think I am going to take pictures of these shoes, and create a coffee table book called “Road Shoes” What do you think?

I know, I really shouldn’t complain about being spoiled, but I am going to anyway, because this is MY blog and I can mmmmm k?

So I have a new roomie. His name is Chad. We met a long time ago when we used to work together at a call center. We ended up sharing a cubical, and later he stayed in my apt for a few months. I love Chad (not like that - he’s gay) but he was a slob, and well, I am kind of a neat freak in MOST parts of my house so he moved out. He went off to culinary school and with an executive chef badge in hand, he is back. So I said he could stay with me and help me out with rent. He’s a lot tidier than he used to be so it’s ok, and we actually have a lot of fun. It’s kind of nice having a man around to do the “manly” things. The problem is he’s an amazing chef. I know you are thinking so what’s the problem right?

I never thought I would ever say this… but I am spoiled, spoiled, spoiled and I don’t know if that is a good thing. Last night I came home from work to find homemade chicken tortilla soup waiting for me for dinner.  Last week he made filet mignon for BREAKFAST! The week before that he made Steak, with grilled asparagus, and I have had everything from braised pork ribs to escargot. A few weeks before that he made chicken Kiev for my cousin and I. Tonight he is planning to make gnocchi, and for dessert homemade berry tarts. I know I shouldn’t complain but what happens when he moves out? I can see myself now, hopelessly looking at the box of dusty Mac n cheese in my pantry longing for some of Chad’s epicurean delights. I will probably just sit in the floor and eat crackers straight from the box and cry. How can I ever go back to top ramen and lunchmeat sandwiches?

I am forever ruined and it’s all Chad’s fault!

It’s a good thing I like my dog so much.

Last night as I went to bed I thought, “it’s a good thing I like my dog, with the lack of men in my life currently.” Honestly, I don’t think being alone right now is all that bad. I mean look at all the fun things I can do!

I compiled a list of reason being single is ok right now…

• I can sleep all day if I want
• I don’t have to put on make up or do my hair if I don’t want to
• I can have ice cream for dinner
• I can sleep on BOTH sides of the bed
• I don’t fall into the toilet in the middle of the night because he left the seat up.
• I don’t have to wash dirty socks
• I have control of the remote
• I can cry at sappy commercials
• I can fart any time I want (I know classy huh?)
• I don’t have to clean up the little hairs from the razor left around the sink

So you see, it’s really not all that bad.

Maybe I’ll take Harlee (the dog) for a nice long walk, who knows, maybe I’ll meet a nice guy? Read the rest of this entry »

There are songs…

…That move your body on the dance floor, and then there are those songs that move your heart. One minute I can be listening to a song that reminds me of a high school dance with a wonderfully cute boy that makes me smile thinking of how innocent we both were then. The next minute I can turn up the disco and dance around the room like I am in a Donna Summer video.

Music can make you laugh, cry, feel anger, sing along, bring forth memories you hadn’t thought of in years, and just generally make you feel good. Isn’t it funny how much music can do that? It doesn’t matter what I am doing or where I am, I hear some form of music. 

Can you imagine if one day there was no more music? Not just rap, or country or whatever you enjoy the least… but NOTHING. You wake up and the world is completely void of music. I can’t imagine what my life would be like. What would yours be like? How would it change you?

I work for a moving company. I manage one of our three offices. It happens to be one of the smallest offices the company has, so I don’t keep a lot of material on hand here in the warehouse. However, every once in a while someone will come in wanting something odd. It’s not at 9am, or even 3pm… it’s ALWAYS 5 minutes before I am going to leave. It’s not just a dishpack for packing their “fine china” it’s always a box for something completely random, and very few people on the planet have. Yet, for some reason they always think *I* have the box just sitting here waiting for THEM.  If said customer would just walk in ask for the carton, find out I don’t have it, and leave that would be wonderful. No, NO NO… that doesn’t happen in my world.

(Nothing EVER happens as it should in my world)

The conversation usually goes something like this…

Shipper: You don’t have a carton to fit my random crazy shaped item that only one person on the planet owns?

Me: *tries to looked shocked* I’m sorry we don’t.

Shipper: well when do you think you could get a carton to fit my random crazy shaped item that only one person on the planet owns?

Me: *Really IS shocked* I’m sorry I can’t get that.

Shipper: I thought you were a moving company? (pronounce move like you are part cow)

This is the part were I smile and act like I don’t want to stuff them and their random crazy shaped item that only one person on the planet owns item in a carton and send them to the moon for being completely ignorant.

Me: Yes ma’am we are movers, perhaps you should try the UPS store? *chortle*

Some days, I wonder why I get out of bed…

I needed a change.

I needed a new blog.

I needed to get away from Blogger.

So here I am. Ready for the world to read all about me again. Although, to be honest, I am not really sure WHY people would WANT to read about me, or what I do all day, or about my radio station, my new dog, my ren faire shenanigans or even random mommy thoughts, but they do. YOU do, and I am so very glad you do! So read on, comment, and feel free to tell me what you really think, I can take it.