Bad Blogger

I have been a bad blogger lately. I have had lots of ideas but haven't been able to make myself sit down and write anything. Maybe if I write down some of the topics I want to cover it will help me come back and elaborate on them later. So here are a few of them:

- I have determined that I am very quick to judge people and form opinions, but I've also realized that I'm usually right. I want to discuss some occurrences of this

- I went on two dates with a guy and then decided I didn't like him and told him I couldn't see him anymore, he then proceeded to clean off my car in the morning every time it snowed. I was torn between telling him to stop and leading him on just enough to keep that perk going

- I had my little sister over to bake brownies and do crafts and had to hold myself back from snapping at her when she spewed completely nonsensical strings of words in an attempt to relay a simple story...but then we ate brownies and everything was fine

We'll see if I actually get around to saying more about any of these. Probably won't but at least now they're out of my head.

Happily Ever After

I love hearing the stories of how couples met and got together. I think it reassures me that it could happen anywhere, at any time, under any circumstances- comforting for someone who hasn’t met “the one” yet.

I was thinking about how people I know met and that’s when it hit me- my parents are totally Jim and Pam- or at least the Jim and Pam of the late seventies. There are many similarities and just a few variations. They met in a small office in suburban Pennsylvania that sold phone systems, rather than paper, and my dad was the one who was engaged when my mom started working there. My dad was the smart-ass but bright, prankster salesman (he once made pot brownies and brought them in for the office, but only told my mom about the secret ingredient). My mom worked in an administrative role and had a sassy side, though she was more of a party girl than Pam, known to tear up a dance floor or two, still does actually.

They were good friends, but my mom knew she felt more than that and at some level my dad did too. In fact at one of their company holiday parties, his then fiancé accused him of seeing my mom behind her back, even though nothing had happened between them at that point. It didn’t take one of them moving away, though, for my dad to realize he wasn’t with the right person.

They started dating pretty much as soon as he broke off his engagement and were engaged within six weeks. They have been unbelievably happily married ever since. I don’t know if that’s what the writers have in the cards for Jim and Pam, but it’s certainly what everyone deserves.

All I Want For Christmas...

What does it say about my life that I told my mom that all I want for Christmas is a membership to weight watchers and various cosmetic procedures?

She responded by asking what color and size Uggs to get me.

We Can't Let This Bank Fail!

This is a cause near and dear to my company, please offer any support you can.

More than 35 million Americans, including 12 million children, either live with or are on the verge of hunger. In New Jersey alone, an estimated 250,000 new clients will be seeking sustenance this year from the state's food banks. But recently, as requests for food assistance have risen, food donations are on the decline, leaving food bank shelves almost empty and hungry families waiting for something to eat.
The situation is dire, no more so than at the Community FoodBank of New Jersey (CFBNJ), the largest food bank in the state, where requests for food have gone up 30 percent, but donations are down by 25 percent. Warehouse shelves that are typically stocked with food are bare and supplies have gotten so low that, for the first time in its 25 year history, the food bank is developing a rationing mechanism.
As the state's key distributor of food to local banks – serving more than 500,000 people a year and providing assistance to nearly 1,700 non-profits in the state – the stability of replenishment of the CFBNJ is essential to ensuring that individuals in need have access to food.
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Doing a little bit can make a big difference!

You See How It All Evens Out For Me?

My roommate is going on a date to night with someone she was set up with and hasn't met in person yet. Needless to say she's a little nervous. How do I offer my support as a friend? I tell her not to worry, it's a win-win situation; if it goes well, great, if it is disaster it will be hilarious fodder for my blog. I'm Even Steven!

Update- Phlegm-y Neighbor

So I think he actually puked this morning.

You Think It's Funny But It Snot

When you live in an apartment building, it's kind of inevitable that you're going to have some interesting neighbors. Some people have the neighbor who cooks funky-smelling food, some people have the porn star neighbor they can hear at night (or morning, or mid-afternoon) through their bedroom wall. I have the neighbor who hocks loogies every morning like it's going out of style.

I don't know if he is a heavy smoker, has a super-sensitive gag reflex or just produces an excess of sputum but every morning I'd swear he leaves a piece of lung in the sink.

It's almost become part of my morning routine to hear him. We get ready for work at the same time. I go in and start brushing my teeth and sure enough, by the time I've gotten to my molars, there it is- UUGHHGHLLUUHH! I wait- did he actually start to vomit this time? No, not quite. I continue brushing then; wait for it, wait for it- UUUGGHGHGHLLUUGHGH, he really get's ahold of it that time, really starting to make some progress.

Now you may wonder, if I can hear everything so clearly, don't I worry that they can hear me? Not really. I mean I'm sure they can but I have nothing to hide. But some days I am definitely tempted to cheer him on or do color commentary like "he's going deep for this, it's up, and it's green!"