Like me, I'm sure you have one or two Facebook friends that are posting something they are thankful for from Nov 1st through Thanksgiving. While some people are doing a fantastic job with it, other posts are way on the shallow side and it makes me want to cyber slap some individuals. I don't know if I should consider these people lucky because they've never been through something hard and don't realize where they should be giving thanks, or if I should go on thinking that they are stupid.
Last month, I had a conversation with not one, but TWO, individuals very close to me that started with, "So I've found a lump." Unfortunately, some of you know all too well the heart dropping, gut wrenching emotions that follow those four little words. After spending quite a few weeks worrying like crazy, thinking about what if it's cancer, being a little too over emotional, I am thankful that in both cases, the results came back benign.
This year, I am thankful that these two individuals are healthy and cancer free. It really would have turned my world upside down had the results came back differently. I am thankful for my wonderful family that is always there for support. I am thankful for Ben...I would still be lost without him in my life. I'm thankful for my friends (even though I miss a bunch of them every single day) and how willing they are to help me out or drop me a line of encouragement when needed. I'm thankful for our dogs that bring us endless hours of entertainment. I'm thankful for being fortunate enough to live in an awesome house in a nice neighborhood where I don't think twice about running by myself in the dark. I'm thankful for having a job, even though I bitch about the commute from time to time. I'm thankful to be able to go on awesome vacations. I'm thankful. I'm thankful. I'm blessed.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
ADD?
I've never been diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder, so maybe I'm just clueless....or bored, or apathetic, or would much rather be doing something different than what is currently occupying my time. Maybe you guys can tell me if this happens to most people and I am totally normal. This is what happened today:
My thought process: Yay, 15 minutes until I need to take my stuff out of the autoclave. I'll take this time to look at Facebook, flights home for Christmas, and annoy people on gchat.
5 minutes later......in walks boss.
Boss: Just checking to see how things are going, can I help you with (insert experiment), how is (insert other experiment)?
Me (as I frantically try to minimize everything and pretend I'm doing something work related): Yep, everything is going fine. I plan to start (experiment) tomorrow due to timing.
After a 10 minute discussion, boss walks over to talk with coworker.
My thought process: Yay, now I can get stuff out of autoclave and start making reagents for (experiment) and go do (other experiment).
Overhear boss's discussion with co-worker......get sucked in which goes like this for me.
Boss: Sarah, do you have any ideas for what we should be doing in order to gather more background information that would help us get a paper published?
I reply with an okay answer that doesn't make me look like a blubbering fool.
Boss: That's a good idea.....(not done talking)......
My thought process: Woohoo, I sound smart for once!
Boss: ..... are they excitatory or inhibitory neurons?. Also, we need to show where the receptor is located.....
My thought process: I feel like I may have missed something, but I still know what's going on. I got this.
Boss: .....cell signaling, we should look at the amygdala.....
My thought process: Hmm, there was a sign on the autoclave not to leave liquids 15 minutes past end of cycle. I wonder if I should be concerned because it has now been 20 minutes past end of cycle.
Boss: ....brain word....
My thought process: Crap, I should know more about that word. I should take home one of the text books and actually study. I bet he expects me to know more about my project than I currently do.
Boss: ....saying more science words....
My thought process: It looks dark outside, hey, there's a guy on a bike. Wonder where he's going. I bet it's nice out for a run. It'll probably be dark when I get home this evening.
Boss: ....saying more science words....
My thought process: Crap, I totally missed what he just said. Thank goodness for co-worker who is adding to this conversation and taking notes. I wonder if she'll share those with me later.
Boss: ......more science words.....
My thought process: I wonder how the skate party will be. I need to send our officiant our rehearsal time. Oh, we should also fill out those forms she asked us for. Reese is retarded. Wonder if Ben has a plan for dinner. My stomach still hurts. I need to come in to work at 7 am tomorrow.
Boss: So what do you think about that?
Me: Sounds good, I'll start working on it.
Awkward silence.
Coworker: Wanna go get started on (experiment).
Me: Yes, but I need to go get my stuff out of the autoclave first.
And I swear, I forgot what I was doing for about 5 minutes on my way to the autoclave.
My thought process: Yay, 15 minutes until I need to take my stuff out of the autoclave. I'll take this time to look at Facebook, flights home for Christmas, and annoy people on gchat.
5 minutes later......in walks boss.
Boss: Just checking to see how things are going, can I help you with (insert experiment), how is (insert other experiment)?
Me (as I frantically try to minimize everything and pretend I'm doing something work related): Yep, everything is going fine. I plan to start (experiment) tomorrow due to timing.
After a 10 minute discussion, boss walks over to talk with coworker.
My thought process: Yay, now I can get stuff out of autoclave and start making reagents for (experiment) and go do (other experiment).
Overhear boss's discussion with co-worker......get sucked in which goes like this for me.
Boss: Sarah, do you have any ideas for what we should be doing in order to gather more background information that would help us get a paper published?
I reply with an okay answer that doesn't make me look like a blubbering fool.
Boss: That's a good idea.....(not done talking)......
My thought process: Woohoo, I sound smart for once!
Boss: ..... are they excitatory or inhibitory neurons?. Also, we need to show where the receptor is located.....
My thought process: I feel like I may have missed something, but I still know what's going on. I got this.
Boss: .....cell signaling, we should look at the amygdala.....
My thought process: Hmm, there was a sign on the autoclave not to leave liquids 15 minutes past end of cycle. I wonder if I should be concerned because it has now been 20 minutes past end of cycle.
Boss: ....brain word....
My thought process: Crap, I should know more about that word. I should take home one of the text books and actually study. I bet he expects me to know more about my project than I currently do.
Boss: ....saying more science words....
My thought process: It looks dark outside, hey, there's a guy on a bike. Wonder where he's going. I bet it's nice out for a run. It'll probably be dark when I get home this evening.
Boss: ....saying more science words....
My thought process: Crap, I totally missed what he just said. Thank goodness for co-worker who is adding to this conversation and taking notes. I wonder if she'll share those with me later.
Boss: ......more science words.....
My thought process: I wonder how the skate party will be. I need to send our officiant our rehearsal time. Oh, we should also fill out those forms she asked us for. Reese is retarded. Wonder if Ben has a plan for dinner. My stomach still hurts. I need to come in to work at 7 am tomorrow.
Boss: So what do you think about that?
Me: Sounds good, I'll start working on it.
Awkward silence.
Coworker: Wanna go get started on (experiment).
Me: Yes, but I need to go get my stuff out of the autoclave first.
And I swear, I forgot what I was doing for about 5 minutes on my way to the autoclave.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
I Like My Job......
I don’t love it.
I read this article the other day that really irritated me. It was directed at younger people entering the workforce and those who had only been in for less than 10years. There were some good pointers….like if you want people to take you seriously you shouldn’t dress like a ho-bag (you’d be surprised at how scandalous I’ve seen female co-workers dress). However, one statement put me over the edge. It stated something along the lines of, “Be willing to put in the hours if you want to get ahead. Young people these days believe that as soon as the clock hits 5:00 pm, their work day is over. You should be willing to put the time in to get the job done.”
I highly disagree with this statement. Why, you might ask? Well, because I have a fricking life outside of work. I hope that I will always have a life outside of work. I get here at 8, I leave at 5, and if I have to stay 1 minute past 5 o’clock, I start getting pissy. I have 8 hours every day for 5 days in a row to get whatever it is done. Don’t come to me at 4:30 asking me to start something else. I have zero aspirations to become head of the department or CEO of some company. If I wanted to get paid nothing to work all of the time, I’d pursue my PhD.
Right after I graduated college, I was super eager to do whatever. I thought my hard work would pay off, getting me promotions and more pay. This is what I soon discovered: 1) the effort put in doesn’t matter, your longevity matters 2) a promotion doesn’t really get you more money, just more responsibility and more dealings with the bullshit that occurs 3) in order to get promoted, there are lots of asses one must kiss.
Okay, number 3 is a little wrong depending on your boss. Luckily, after a year at my first job, I was passed on to a phenomenal lady who did recognize hard work over ass kissing. I wish I could’ve followed her to the UK.
Another thing that irritated me about the statement was that it had the audacity to not only suggest I deprive time from my social life, but that I should work for free. Okay, I’ve had the opportunity to work both in the industrial and academia setting for my field of expertise. After working 6 years in the industrial setting, I made the switch to academia. My current salary in academia (with 7 years of experience, mind you) is what I started out making RIGHT OUT OF COLLEGE. So you can see my lack of interest in putting in unpaid overtime.
That said, I do get a lot more enjoyment out of my current job. It’s interesting, makes me think, and I don’t dread coming here every day like I had started to do at GSK. Proof that you can’t buy happiness.
Either way, I like my job….I don’t love it. I’m here from 8-5. If you expect anything past that then you can blow me.
I read this article the other day that really irritated me. It was directed at younger people entering the workforce and those who had only been in for less than 10years. There were some good pointers….like if you want people to take you seriously you shouldn’t dress like a ho-bag (you’d be surprised at how scandalous I’ve seen female co-workers dress). However, one statement put me over the edge. It stated something along the lines of, “Be willing to put in the hours if you want to get ahead. Young people these days believe that as soon as the clock hits 5:00 pm, their work day is over. You should be willing to put the time in to get the job done.”
I highly disagree with this statement. Why, you might ask? Well, because I have a fricking life outside of work. I hope that I will always have a life outside of work. I get here at 8, I leave at 5, and if I have to stay 1 minute past 5 o’clock, I start getting pissy. I have 8 hours every day for 5 days in a row to get whatever it is done. Don’t come to me at 4:30 asking me to start something else. I have zero aspirations to become head of the department or CEO of some company. If I wanted to get paid nothing to work all of the time, I’d pursue my PhD.
Right after I graduated college, I was super eager to do whatever. I thought my hard work would pay off, getting me promotions and more pay. This is what I soon discovered: 1) the effort put in doesn’t matter, your longevity matters 2) a promotion doesn’t really get you more money, just more responsibility and more dealings with the bullshit that occurs 3) in order to get promoted, there are lots of asses one must kiss.
Okay, number 3 is a little wrong depending on your boss. Luckily, after a year at my first job, I was passed on to a phenomenal lady who did recognize hard work over ass kissing. I wish I could’ve followed her to the UK.
Another thing that irritated me about the statement was that it had the audacity to not only suggest I deprive time from my social life, but that I should work for free. Okay, I’ve had the opportunity to work both in the industrial and academia setting for my field of expertise. After working 6 years in the industrial setting, I made the switch to academia. My current salary in academia (with 7 years of experience, mind you) is what I started out making RIGHT OUT OF COLLEGE. So you can see my lack of interest in putting in unpaid overtime.
That said, I do get a lot more enjoyment out of my current job. It’s interesting, makes me think, and I don’t dread coming here every day like I had started to do at GSK. Proof that you can’t buy happiness.
Either way, I like my job….I don’t love it. I’m here from 8-5. If you expect anything past that then you can blow me.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
A Farewell to Tree Balls
I thought I had blogged about Tree Balls earlier, but I just realized it was in the pictarz blog we had started and ultimately failed to continue updating. The very first time I saw Tree Balls, I was walking with my co-worker and boss to our building. Not yet knowing their sense of humor, I had to contain myself from busting out laughing and saying, "Look y'all, tree balls!"
I would walk past this fella every day, sometimes several times a day, and would always giggle to myself thinking, "Hahaha, that tree has balls."
Sadly, yesterday, my friend Niki and I were greeted by this image:
Farewell, Tree Balls, you've been a real pick me up over the past 9 months and will surely be missed.
I would walk past this fella every day, sometimes several times a day, and would always giggle to myself thinking, "Hahaha, that tree has balls."
Sadly, yesterday, my friend Niki and I were greeted by this image:
Farewell, Tree Balls, you've been a real pick me up over the past 9 months and will surely be missed.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Bogue Inlet Pier
When I woke up this past Saturday morning I was greeted with this image of Bogue Inlet Pier.
Before Irene:
This made me sad and extremely sentimental. Over the past 6 years I have created quite a few memories at this pier and the wonderful beach that surrounds it, Emerald Isle.
It all started in 2005 when I was still a newbie at GSK. I was still making the transition from college life to real-world-I-work-full-time life. I still hadn’t really made any deep connections with any of my co-workers. This is when Kim and Lora came along and invited me to a girls’ weekend at Emerald Isle. Thus started my love affair with this strip of earth and the girls that brought me along.
Fortunately for us, our friend Judi bought a place about 300 yards from the pier, enabling us to hold a girls’ beach weekend every summer for the past 6 years. I can’t even begin to describe the bonds I’ve formed with these girls just sitting and talking on a patch of sand. We’ve walked to the pier for the wonderful slurpies served to get a break from the mid-day sun. We’ve walked past the pier and back to wear off the alcohol at the end of the night. We’ve sat there tearing up, comforting each other after arrests, break-ups, divorces, and other life adventures that just didn’t work out as expected. We’ve laughed hysterically and praised/congratulated each other after promotions, new loves, engagements, and other life adventures that one of us were about to embark upon. We’ve people watched, giving us all a boost in self esteem. I’ve had the best advice given to me sitting right by that pier. It has marked so many changes in all of our lives.
My love affair doesn’t end there. In addition to these girls’ weekends I’ve been down for sisterhood retreats where the house got toilet papered and someone may have threatened to slit our cab driver’s throat if “you bring that fat bastard back here.” This girl is going to be in my wedding, haha. I’ve rung in New Year’s at the E Club with a bff from Colorado. I’ve watched as another friend got married with the ocean in the background.
Ben and I had only been dating a couple of months when he invited me to his dad’s beach house in NC (we were both still up north then). We arrived and I exclaimed, “OMG, my friend Judi has a place about a quarter of a mile from here! We should call her!” So began our history with the pier. We’ve hung out at the end of Bogue Inlet Pier so many times late at night I lose count. Not to mention, on top of this pier is where we held our first serious discussion about getting married. Upon seeing the pictures of Irene’s aftermath all I could say was, “I’m glad we spent some time on the pier while we were there in July.” I hope they decide to rebuild.
These are my girls:
Before Irene:
This made me sad and extremely sentimental. Over the past 6 years I have created quite a few memories at this pier and the wonderful beach that surrounds it, Emerald Isle.
It all started in 2005 when I was still a newbie at GSK. I was still making the transition from college life to real-world-I-work-full-time life. I still hadn’t really made any deep connections with any of my co-workers. This is when Kim and Lora came along and invited me to a girls’ weekend at Emerald Isle. Thus started my love affair with this strip of earth and the girls that brought me along.
Fortunately for us, our friend Judi bought a place about 300 yards from the pier, enabling us to hold a girls’ beach weekend every summer for the past 6 years. I can’t even begin to describe the bonds I’ve formed with these girls just sitting and talking on a patch of sand. We’ve walked to the pier for the wonderful slurpies served to get a break from the mid-day sun. We’ve walked past the pier and back to wear off the alcohol at the end of the night. We’ve sat there tearing up, comforting each other after arrests, break-ups, divorces, and other life adventures that just didn’t work out as expected. We’ve laughed hysterically and praised/congratulated each other after promotions, new loves, engagements, and other life adventures that one of us were about to embark upon. We’ve people watched, giving us all a boost in self esteem. I’ve had the best advice given to me sitting right by that pier. It has marked so many changes in all of our lives.
My love affair doesn’t end there. In addition to these girls’ weekends I’ve been down for sisterhood retreats where the house got toilet papered and someone may have threatened to slit our cab driver’s throat if “you bring that fat bastard back here.” This girl is going to be in my wedding, haha. I’ve rung in New Year’s at the E Club with a bff from Colorado. I’ve watched as another friend got married with the ocean in the background.
Ben and I had only been dating a couple of months when he invited me to his dad’s beach house in NC (we were both still up north then). We arrived and I exclaimed, “OMG, my friend Judi has a place about a quarter of a mile from here! We should call her!” So began our history with the pier. We’ve hung out at the end of Bogue Inlet Pier so many times late at night I lose count. Not to mention, on top of this pier is where we held our first serious discussion about getting married. Upon seeing the pictures of Irene’s aftermath all I could say was, “I’m glad we spent some time on the pier while we were there in July.” I hope they decide to rebuild.
These are my girls:
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Long Time no Hear From
Once again it’s been awhile since my last entry. Back off, we’ve been busy. I haven’t had as much time to goof at work which is primarily when I like to make these entries. AND as of late my evenings have gone a little like this: get home from work at 6 pm, play with dogs, relax for 30 minutes, go to gym, come home, start watering yard while Ben makes a delicious dinner, clean up, shower, at this point in time it is usually around 10:30 and time to head to bed. As you can see, there is not much goof off on computer time left. The time I do get, has been spent doing wedding planning, or annoying Ben with the details of wedding planning. Yay weddings.
So what have I been up to lately? You know, the usual. Working, playing, planning, trying to lose weight. I was able to take my first vacation in 7 months a few weeks ago. Right now it seems like that was so long ago. We went to NC and it was everything I hoped it would be. Spent about 7 nights at Emerald Isle, was able to squeeze in a Girl’s Weekend, booked some vendors for our wedding, and got to spend some time with my family. Bojangles and NC bbq were also consumed. Pretty solid trip, I might say. We only spent about 3 hours in Raleigh, so we weren’t able to see our friends there. This brings up a good point. When you live far away, coming home tends to be stressful. Why, you might ask? Because it’s hard to see everyone that you want to see. Then the people who we don’t get to see, or spend just as much time with get their feelings hurt and it’s like, “Aaaarrrggghhh, I just want to relax and be on vacation!!!” So yeah, there’s that aspect. Regardless, it was a good time.
I’ve started reading A Song of Fire and Ice series by George RR Martin. There are so many pages! Very good read though….I recommend it if you have hours upon hours to read (which I am lacking unless I ignore all housework and everything else that needs to be done…..which has been happening. Ben hasn’t complained yet, but it might be coming on soon). I digress.
We moved to Texas just in time to experience the worst drought of all time. OF ALL TIME! We’ve lost a tree and three shrubs but have managed to keep our grass alive. Upside, no mosquitoes.
I gave a fellow commuter the finger on my way to work Monday. Oh Mondays, they bring out the best in everyone. This person totally deserved it, though, along with me mouthing the words that go along with said finger to emphasize my point. Made me feel better instantly.
We go out from time to time. Ate at a wonderful restaurant in downtown Houston during restaurant week. Had an amazing 4 course dinner. Our friends keep us busy. We’re having to nip socializing in the bud a bit due to money restraints. We broke!
I’m sure I’m leaving out lots of things. I think of blogs to write all of the time, but never get to them. Then when I finally sit down to write them, the moment has passed and they just don’t seem to hold the same punch. That leaves you guys with entries like these. We are about to start doggie boot camp. I’m sure that in itself will deserve its own entry. Until next time…..
So what have I been up to lately? You know, the usual. Working, playing, planning, trying to lose weight. I was able to take my first vacation in 7 months a few weeks ago. Right now it seems like that was so long ago. We went to NC and it was everything I hoped it would be. Spent about 7 nights at Emerald Isle, was able to squeeze in a Girl’s Weekend, booked some vendors for our wedding, and got to spend some time with my family. Bojangles and NC bbq were also consumed. Pretty solid trip, I might say. We only spent about 3 hours in Raleigh, so we weren’t able to see our friends there. This brings up a good point. When you live far away, coming home tends to be stressful. Why, you might ask? Because it’s hard to see everyone that you want to see. Then the people who we don’t get to see, or spend just as much time with get their feelings hurt and it’s like, “Aaaarrrggghhh, I just want to relax and be on vacation!!!” So yeah, there’s that aspect. Regardless, it was a good time.
I’ve started reading A Song of Fire and Ice series by George RR Martin. There are so many pages! Very good read though….I recommend it if you have hours upon hours to read (which I am lacking unless I ignore all housework and everything else that needs to be done…..which has been happening. Ben hasn’t complained yet, but it might be coming on soon). I digress.
We moved to Texas just in time to experience the worst drought of all time. OF ALL TIME! We’ve lost a tree and three shrubs but have managed to keep our grass alive. Upside, no mosquitoes.
I gave a fellow commuter the finger on my way to work Monday. Oh Mondays, they bring out the best in everyone. This person totally deserved it, though, along with me mouthing the words that go along with said finger to emphasize my point. Made me feel better instantly.
We go out from time to time. Ate at a wonderful restaurant in downtown Houston during restaurant week. Had an amazing 4 course dinner. Our friends keep us busy. We’re having to nip socializing in the bud a bit due to money restraints. We broke!
I’m sure I’m leaving out lots of things. I think of blogs to write all of the time, but never get to them. Then when I finally sit down to write them, the moment has passed and they just don’t seem to hold the same punch. That leaves you guys with entries like these. We are about to start doggie boot camp. I’m sure that in itself will deserve its own entry. Until next time…..
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Big Texas Hair
When I first started telling people I was moving to Texas, they exclaimed, "Well it's hot, but they have that dry heat." What these misinformed people did not know was that I was moving to a coastal town in a very humid part of southeast Texas. It's 100 degrees and humid as balls. Don't get me wrong, I love it. I love never being cold (except for inside the frigid buildings they keep at 32 degrees). My hair, however, is not so pleased with this newly formed relationship.
My hair's day typically goes like this:
8 am. Looking good, yeah!
11 am. Hmm, driving to work and walking between buildings has added some lift.
3 pm. Dude, really? I've just been sitting at my desk.
7 pm. Glad Ben thinks Medusa is sexy.
Oh well, this is why they make hair clips and ties.
My hair's day typically goes like this:
8 am. Looking good, yeah!
11 am. Hmm, driving to work and walking between buildings has added some lift.
3 pm. Dude, really? I've just been sitting at my desk.
7 pm. Glad Ben thinks Medusa is sexy.
Oh well, this is why they make hair clips and ties.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Wedding Planning Woes
Can someone tell me what exactly it is that a wedding planner is supposed to do? Maybe I've conjured up the wrong ideas of what exactly she should be doing for me, because I thought a wedding planner should help with finding vendors, do cost comparisons, and just make it easier for the bride and groom to plan their big day. Am I totally off base here? I need some feedback from those of you who have used one.
I have spoken with her a few times and she acts as if we have all of the time in the world. By the way, the next person that tells me, "You have plenty of time," is going to get an ear full. If I still lived in North Carolina and could spend my evenings meeting with vendors in person, looking at flowers, and tasting cakes, then I WOULD have all of the time in the world. Seeing as how we plan on making two, yes, two trips back to NC prior to our wedding, then that doesn't leave much time for a run around.
On a lighter note, I think we've decided on a place for our honeymoon. We haven't actually made reservations yet, so this could change, but I'm super excited! Ko Phi Phi, Thailand =)
I have spoken with her a few times and she acts as if we have all of the time in the world. By the way, the next person that tells me, "You have plenty of time," is going to get an ear full. If I still lived in North Carolina and could spend my evenings meeting with vendors in person, looking at flowers, and tasting cakes, then I WOULD have all of the time in the world. Seeing as how we plan on making two, yes, two trips back to NC prior to our wedding, then that doesn't leave much time for a run around.
On a lighter note, I think we've decided on a place for our honeymoon. We haven't actually made reservations yet, so this could change, but I'm super excited! Ko Phi Phi, Thailand =)
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Things I'd Like to Bitch About
I've been trying my best to not be one of those people who constantly updates their Facebook status with complaints, but I am about to bust at the seams, so here is a blog filled to the T....
My top complaints for the first half of May:
1) Foreign people who take it upon themselves to point out the fact I am doing something wrong when I AM NOT. This has happened to me twice in the past week. I have consulted with others to ensure I am not an idiot. Now I have to decide if I should point out that they've been doing it wrong, or just let it slide. Either way, we can all take something away from this.....make sure you are 100% correct before you go pointing out someone else's mistakes.
2) Motorcyclists. Grrr. I'm getting to the point I see red if I even speak the word. They now have this sign up on the freeway that says, "Look twice for motorcyclists." I'd like to get up there and change the sign to say, "If motorcyclists didn't drive like assholes, you wouldn't have to look twice for them." Just this morning I witnessed a motorcyclist tailgate me as I was doing 8 mph over the speed limit, then weave in and out of traffic, causing other cars on the road to hit their brakes, just to end up at the same stoplight as me. This wasn't even on the interstate. Sorry, but I have lost my sympathy bone for the next time I see a motorcyclist splattered on the highway....it was probably their fault. Stop weaving in and out of traffic, driving 20 mph faster than the speed limit, and driving between cars on the dotted line in the road. How should I explain this last one better? You know, when you are in the left lane, and there is a car in the right lane, then the motorcycle prick creates their own lane between the two of you, scaring the crap out of everyone? That is what I'm talking about. This is why you die, not because I didn't look twice.
3) Our grass can suck it. Seriously. You know, I hope it never rains here again. There, I said it. That way the grass will be put out of its misery and we can start doing something else with our evenings.
4) I'd like to stay home on an upcoming trash day and throw our trash can lid at the garbage men. Throw it like a frisbee and hit them square in the face. Then say, "This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't broken our trash can." Why our trash can? We must have pissed them off b/c no one else's lid is broken in the neighborhood.
5) If you can't take 5 seconds to label your samples/tubes/vials in the lab, they deserve to be destroyed.
6) Gmail, all I wanted to do was set my theme to Super Mario Brothers. Why could you not let this happen?
7) Learn the difference between your and you're. It'll make me hate you less.
8) Why do some people think it's okay to interrupt other people while they are talking? Are you just that oblivious or just that much of a self-centered asshole?
Alright, I think I'm done.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
This Busy Life
I realize that I haven't really been keeping everyone up to date on what exactly is going on with life, so here goes.....
The past month or so has been extremely busy. My mom and sister Treva came to visit in March. It was so great to see their faces! We had a nice time exploring Galveston, toured NASA, and went to try on wedding dresses for the first time. I found two dresses that I really liked during that trip. We had a good time talking and re-learning how to play Skipbo. I was sad to see them go.
I went dress shopping again the following weekend with my friend Niki. She served as photographer and opinion giver. Found another dress that I really liked. My other friend Kim Kim really wants to go dress shopping with me, so I have another trip planned for May 28th. I'm hoping to make a decision once we're done that day!
We took an extremely short trip to NC (late Friday night-Sun afternoon) to NC to see my friend Becky get married. A great time was had by all and Becky made such a beautiful bride. I have to say that trip made me pretty homesick and wish even harder for my vacation time to hurry up and get here.
Ben's dad and step mom paid us a visit the week after the wedding. It was pretty awesome coming home after work to a cold beer greeting and dinner on the table. We went to a crawfish festival, met Ben's uncle who happens to live in Houston, and played lots of corn hole. Again, we were sad to see our company go.
Ben and I had our engagement pictures made, which we just got to see the proofs for on Monday. I'll post those pictures once we actually own the rights to them. We are really happy with them.....we clean up good =)
Apart from having our guests and doing our own traveling, we've mostly been keeping busy with yard work on the weekends. We're fighting a war against the weeds. After this past weekend's offensive, I think things are turning in our favor.
Life in Texas is interesting. So far, I love it here. The weather has been fantastic. Coming from someone who likes it hot, I honestly don't think the heat is ever going to get to me. I'll update you again in August when the heat is in full effect. They have a staple food here called Kolaches. A Kolache is this sausage in a bun (or croissant, depending on where you buy them) with melted cheese. It is one of the most delicious and unhealthiest things I've ever eaten. The people I work with like to bring them in for our Thursday morning meetings. Sometimes I can resist the temptation to eat one, other times I'm like a fat kid with cake.
We've been experiencing a drought, which leads to another interesting fact about Texas. During drought conditions, salt accumulates on power lines, causing all sorts of trouble like power outages and transformer explosions. We were sent home from work early one day last week due to something being wrong with the AC which turned out to be caused by salt on the lines. I decided to spend a few hours on the beach that day. I now know the importance to always keep a bathing suit, beach chair, and towel in the car at all times. You never know when you'll get an extra hour of beach time.
My first full beach day of the season will be this Saturday. I'm super excited! Our neighborhood pool is also opening this weekend. Yay for being able to get my tan on.
I've started running again. Ben and I are following the couch to 5k plan since it's been so long since either of us have been able to run. I've changed my gait and form, which seems to relieve my knee pain. If I'm able to complete this program and run a few 5ks without any pain, my plan is to run a half marathon before the end of the year. This also gets me super excited. Dear Running, I have missed you greatly.
Ben had a great idea to start a picture blog:
http://pictureblog.benjaminscottjohnson.com/
We're sharing our lives, one picture at a time!
I'm sure I'm leaving out lots of other details, but there you have it. Now time for me to return to being a productive member of society ;)
The past month or so has been extremely busy. My mom and sister Treva came to visit in March. It was so great to see their faces! We had a nice time exploring Galveston, toured NASA, and went to try on wedding dresses for the first time. I found two dresses that I really liked during that trip. We had a good time talking and re-learning how to play Skipbo. I was sad to see them go.
I went dress shopping again the following weekend with my friend Niki. She served as photographer and opinion giver. Found another dress that I really liked. My other friend Kim Kim really wants to go dress shopping with me, so I have another trip planned for May 28th. I'm hoping to make a decision once we're done that day!
We took an extremely short trip to NC (late Friday night-Sun afternoon) to NC to see my friend Becky get married. A great time was had by all and Becky made such a beautiful bride. I have to say that trip made me pretty homesick and wish even harder for my vacation time to hurry up and get here.
Ben's dad and step mom paid us a visit the week after the wedding. It was pretty awesome coming home after work to a cold beer greeting and dinner on the table. We went to a crawfish festival, met Ben's uncle who happens to live in Houston, and played lots of corn hole. Again, we were sad to see our company go.
Ben and I had our engagement pictures made, which we just got to see the proofs for on Monday. I'll post those pictures once we actually own the rights to them. We are really happy with them.....we clean up good =)
Apart from having our guests and doing our own traveling, we've mostly been keeping busy with yard work on the weekends. We're fighting a war against the weeds. After this past weekend's offensive, I think things are turning in our favor.
Life in Texas is interesting. So far, I love it here. The weather has been fantastic. Coming from someone who likes it hot, I honestly don't think the heat is ever going to get to me. I'll update you again in August when the heat is in full effect. They have a staple food here called Kolaches. A Kolache is this sausage in a bun (or croissant, depending on where you buy them) with melted cheese. It is one of the most delicious and unhealthiest things I've ever eaten. The people I work with like to bring them in for our Thursday morning meetings. Sometimes I can resist the temptation to eat one, other times I'm like a fat kid with cake.
We've been experiencing a drought, which leads to another interesting fact about Texas. During drought conditions, salt accumulates on power lines, causing all sorts of trouble like power outages and transformer explosions. We were sent home from work early one day last week due to something being wrong with the AC which turned out to be caused by salt on the lines. I decided to spend a few hours on the beach that day. I now know the importance to always keep a bathing suit, beach chair, and towel in the car at all times. You never know when you'll get an extra hour of beach time.
My first full beach day of the season will be this Saturday. I'm super excited! Our neighborhood pool is also opening this weekend. Yay for being able to get my tan on.
I've started running again. Ben and I are following the couch to 5k plan since it's been so long since either of us have been able to run. I've changed my gait and form, which seems to relieve my knee pain. If I'm able to complete this program and run a few 5ks without any pain, my plan is to run a half marathon before the end of the year. This also gets me super excited. Dear Running, I have missed you greatly.
Ben had a great idea to start a picture blog:
http://pictureblog.benjaminscottjohnson.com/
We're sharing our lives, one picture at a time!
I'm sure I'm leaving out lots of other details, but there you have it. Now time for me to return to being a productive member of society ;)
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Why I Love Ben Johnson
I feel like everyone should know why I am so in love with my husband-to-be. I'm not going to give every single detail, but enough for everyone to realize why he is so awesome.
When we first started dating, the thing that struck me the most was Ben's openness and honesty. I've never had anyone (friend, boyfriend, family) be so straight forward. He never tries to hide anything, and if something happens, be it good news or something he knows I might not like, he tells me right away. This brings down my guard (I've always been a fairly private person) making me more willing to share.
Let's face it, the boy is hilarious. You have to love someone who can come up with terms such as "dumptuary," which is the one particular area in our back yard the dogs like to poop in, or, "junkular area," which is the area including and surrounding the privates. Plus, he's always sending hilarious websites and comics that make me giggle hysterically while at work. Our house is definitely not void of laughter.
Another thing that initially attracted me to Ben was his spectacular taste in music. I feel like an instant connection was made when we had the, "You were at Bonnaroo in 2007 too?!!" conversation. Need a few new artists to listen to? Screw Pandora, give your musical tastes to Ben and let him work his magic. I think my new challenge for the year should be to find something Ben hasn't already heard of and listened to before me.
Oh, he likes to play games (yay for a mutual love of Texas Hold 'Em) and is super competitive. Letting someone win is not in our vocabulary.
Ben is an awesome chef. Every meal he cooks is mouth watering delicious. Some people have asked, "Doesn't it bother you that he does all the cooking?" I like to respond with, "Ummm, no. Are you stupid?" We do trade off with the breakfast duties. What's even more fantastic about this deal, he always asks what I want for dinner. He has the ability to make sloppy joes into something that should be served at a high end restaurant. Winner is me.
I have never heard Ben utter a single negative word about anyone (except for maybe Guy Fieri, but seriously, look at the dude). Even when it was pointed out that someone was saying not so pleasant things about him, causing all sorts of trouble, nothing negative was said. I can't say that I know anyone else with this trait. I wish to become more like him.
Ben challenges me, he supports me, he takes care of me. He makes me want to be a better person. I cannot wait to become his wife!
I love you, turdhole.
When we first started dating, the thing that struck me the most was Ben's openness and honesty. I've never had anyone (friend, boyfriend, family) be so straight forward. He never tries to hide anything, and if something happens, be it good news or something he knows I might not like, he tells me right away. This brings down my guard (I've always been a fairly private person) making me more willing to share.
Let's face it, the boy is hilarious. You have to love someone who can come up with terms such as "dumptuary," which is the one particular area in our back yard the dogs like to poop in, or, "junkular area," which is the area including and surrounding the privates. Plus, he's always sending hilarious websites and comics that make me giggle hysterically while at work. Our house is definitely not void of laughter.
Another thing that initially attracted me to Ben was his spectacular taste in music. I feel like an instant connection was made when we had the, "You were at Bonnaroo in 2007 too?!!" conversation. Need a few new artists to listen to? Screw Pandora, give your musical tastes to Ben and let him work his magic. I think my new challenge for the year should be to find something Ben hasn't already heard of and listened to before me.
Oh, he likes to play games (yay for a mutual love of Texas Hold 'Em) and is super competitive. Letting someone win is not in our vocabulary.
Ben is an awesome chef. Every meal he cooks is mouth watering delicious. Some people have asked, "Doesn't it bother you that he does all the cooking?" I like to respond with, "Ummm, no. Are you stupid?" We do trade off with the breakfast duties. What's even more fantastic about this deal, he always asks what I want for dinner. He has the ability to make sloppy joes into something that should be served at a high end restaurant. Winner is me.
I have never heard Ben utter a single negative word about anyone (except for maybe Guy Fieri, but seriously, look at the dude). Even when it was pointed out that someone was saying not so pleasant things about him, causing all sorts of trouble, nothing negative was said. I can't say that I know anyone else with this trait. I wish to become more like him.
Ben challenges me, he supports me, he takes care of me. He makes me want to be a better person. I cannot wait to become his wife!
I love you, turdhole.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Why I Was Late For Work Today
Typically, I'm supposed to show up for work around 8:00 am. Now that the job newness is wearing off and I've realized a lot of people don't trickle in until closer to 9, I've been getting closer to that 8:30 mark. This is why I didn't show up until 8:30 today:
6:15 am: Alarm clock goes off, hit snooze
6:25 am: Alarm clock goes off, hit snooze again
6:35 am: Alarm clock goes off, snooze is hit again, but Reese comes in. Reese allows two snoozes, no more. If it wasn't for this dog, I would be a lot later (or earlier, who knows). She likes to put her front paws up on the bed and sniff/lick/blow snot on my face until I get up.
6:40 am: Stumble out of bed, blindly let dogs out, stumble to bathroom, blow nose for a good two minutes. I've had a cold this week and am very snotty. Let dogs back in.
6:45-6:55 am: Cook eggs for breakfast.
6:55 am: Go lay on top of Ben and say, "Human blanket, human blanket!" Tell him to get up, breakfast is ready.
7:10 am: Finally start the beautification routine for work, after downing some sudafed.
7:15 am: Look at naked Ben.
7:20 am: Play with dogs in the closet until Ben yells, "What in the world are you doing?"
7:30 am: Panic mode because I should have left the house 15 minutes ago. Run and grab last night's leftovers out of fridge and hastily throw our lunches together. Do a few other things such as put shoes on, fill up water bottle, pet the dogs again because they're just too cute, and put the laundry I forgot was in the washer in the dryer. Run and give Ben a big smooch.
7:40 am: Finally back out of driveway.
8:27 am: Make it to my desk, throw everything down and head to conference room for 8:30 meeting. Pretend I've been here since 8:00 am.
We've been trying to get up at 5 am and go to the gym. This hasn't happened this week due to my cold making me feel crappy in the morning. Usually we get back from the gym around 6:15, which should give me plenty of time to do the above routine and still make it to work by 8 am. I typically find some other way to waste time (watch Saved by the Bell, or take Reese for a walk). Last Friday I spent a good 5 minutes making Reese dance while I sang "It's Friday" by Rebecca Black to Ben while he showered. It's his most favorite song of all time and who can resist a dancing boxer?
Plus, it's hard not to take a good 10 minutes out of the morning routine to give lovins to these precious faces:
6:15 am: Alarm clock goes off, hit snooze
6:25 am: Alarm clock goes off, hit snooze again
6:35 am: Alarm clock goes off, snooze is hit again, but Reese comes in. Reese allows two snoozes, no more. If it wasn't for this dog, I would be a lot later (or earlier, who knows). She likes to put her front paws up on the bed and sniff/lick/blow snot on my face until I get up.
6:40 am: Stumble out of bed, blindly let dogs out, stumble to bathroom, blow nose for a good two minutes. I've had a cold this week and am very snotty. Let dogs back in.
6:45-6:55 am: Cook eggs for breakfast.
6:55 am: Go lay on top of Ben and say, "Human blanket, human blanket!" Tell him to get up, breakfast is ready.
7:10 am: Finally start the beautification routine for work, after downing some sudafed.
7:15 am: Look at naked Ben.
7:20 am: Play with dogs in the closet until Ben yells, "What in the world are you doing?"
7:30 am: Panic mode because I should have left the house 15 minutes ago. Run and grab last night's leftovers out of fridge and hastily throw our lunches together. Do a few other things such as put shoes on, fill up water bottle, pet the dogs again because they're just too cute, and put the laundry I forgot was in the washer in the dryer. Run and give Ben a big smooch.
7:40 am: Finally back out of driveway.
8:27 am: Make it to my desk, throw everything down and head to conference room for 8:30 meeting. Pretend I've been here since 8:00 am.
We've been trying to get up at 5 am and go to the gym. This hasn't happened this week due to my cold making me feel crappy in the morning. Usually we get back from the gym around 6:15, which should give me plenty of time to do the above routine and still make it to work by 8 am. I typically find some other way to waste time (watch Saved by the Bell, or take Reese for a walk). Last Friday I spent a good 5 minutes making Reese dance while I sang "It's Friday" by Rebecca Black to Ben while he showered. It's his most favorite song of all time and who can resist a dancing boxer?
Plus, it's hard not to take a good 10 minutes out of the morning routine to give lovins to these precious faces:
Monday, April 4, 2011
Let There Be Song To Fill The Air
I once read a book where one of the main characters was continuously obsessed with the song being played on the car radio. She made a valid point. Everyone has a pretty high chance of being involved in a car accident. How horrible would it be if you had to listen to a song you despise as you struggle to take your last breaths?
With the amount of time I spend in my car, I’ve sort of taken that to heart. Always conscious of what’s being played, my most favorite albums trigger the best memories.
Kings of Leon takes me back to driving around Philly. Being lost in the ghetto on my way to work, sitting in gridlock traffic on the Schuylkill (playing a game of stick my gum on the concrete barrier), the girls in Conshy, the night we saw KOL perform at the Spectrum, and the night Kim W and I spent 45 minutes at the carwash on the corner of Murder and Crime spree.
Lucero was played non-stop as I fell in love with Ben. Greatest concert of all time was when Lucero performed at the Church in Philly. We left ankle deep in beer cans and broken glass. This band also makes me think of Molly and our trip to Austin, my obsession with the lead singer, and the boys in the house on Par Vista that first introduced me to the band.
Old Crow Medicine Show is the band that inspired the Austin trip, but also reminds me of my first Bonnaroo, driving around Durham, burning up I-95 between NC and PA, and basically everything that is awesome about Raleigh.
Whenever I hear Fleet Foxes I think of All Points West. It’s hard to describe the excitement and electricity that ripples the air when a rain cloud approaches while a band is performing on stage.
The Grateful Dead. Brokedown Palace has a soothing effect on me in the car (which is much needed with these TX idiots). Kim N, crazy Josh, and Jamie and our journey to the Spectrum….after all the chaos, it was still a good night!
So far the bands of 2011 have been American Aquarium, Sleigh Bells, and Mumford and Sons. Memories are still being developed.
Make good music choices as you head home from work today!
With the amount of time I spend in my car, I’ve sort of taken that to heart. Always conscious of what’s being played, my most favorite albums trigger the best memories.
Kings of Leon takes me back to driving around Philly. Being lost in the ghetto on my way to work, sitting in gridlock traffic on the Schuylkill (playing a game of stick my gum on the concrete barrier), the girls in Conshy, the night we saw KOL perform at the Spectrum, and the night Kim W and I spent 45 minutes at the carwash on the corner of Murder and Crime spree.
Lucero was played non-stop as I fell in love with Ben. Greatest concert of all time was when Lucero performed at the Church in Philly. We left ankle deep in beer cans and broken glass. This band also makes me think of Molly and our trip to Austin, my obsession with the lead singer, and the boys in the house on Par Vista that first introduced me to the band.
Old Crow Medicine Show is the band that inspired the Austin trip, but also reminds me of my first Bonnaroo, driving around Durham, burning up I-95 between NC and PA, and basically everything that is awesome about Raleigh.
Whenever I hear Fleet Foxes I think of All Points West. It’s hard to describe the excitement and electricity that ripples the air when a rain cloud approaches while a band is performing on stage.
The Grateful Dead. Brokedown Palace has a soothing effect on me in the car (which is much needed with these TX idiots). Kim N, crazy Josh, and Jamie and our journey to the Spectrum….after all the chaos, it was still a good night!
So far the bands of 2011 have been American Aquarium, Sleigh Bells, and Mumford and Sons. Memories are still being developed.
Make good music choices as you head home from work today!
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Bathroom Anomaly
Weird things happen in the 3rd floor bathroom in building 17 (aka, my work bathroom). I am certain that we either have a very convincing transgender, or a female that likes to stand up to pee. I go into the bathroom at least once a day to discover one of the toilets with the lid up, while the other toilet has the seat down. When I pointed this out to a co-worker, she suggested that perhaps the janitor cleans the bathroom in the middle of the afternoon. At first, I thought that must be the case. After making more observations, I'm not as confident that she is correct.
Observations as to why it isn't the janitor:
1) Wouldn't both toilet lids be up if the janitor had just cleaned?
Perhaps someone had used the other toilet right after the janitor cleaned, thus explaining why one lid is up while the other is down. This leads me to point #2..
2) If the janitor just cleaned, why is there tissue on the floor in the stall with the toilet lid up? Why are there also paper towels all over the floor?
I don't know, maybe our janitor sucks.
3) It's always the same stall at the same time of day. This person has a routine and doesn't like to deviate and use the other stall.
If I ever have a slow day, maybe I'll spend extra time in the hallway and get to the bottom of this matter!
Wait, there's more! The erect seat is not the only anomaly in this bathroom!
There is this drain in the stall with the seat down. (The drain must be the reason why the toilet seat up user prefers the other stall)! The drain STANKS. Honestly, I think poop would smell better than the scent that radiates from this drain. Just the other day, I heard a toilet flush in another bathroom and the smell that came from the drain after that flush almost knocked me out. I haven't smelled something that foul since I worked with pigs. Hopefully one day these mysteries will be solved, until then......
Observations as to why it isn't the janitor:
1) Wouldn't both toilet lids be up if the janitor had just cleaned?
Perhaps someone had used the other toilet right after the janitor cleaned, thus explaining why one lid is up while the other is down. This leads me to point #2..
2) If the janitor just cleaned, why is there tissue on the floor in the stall with the toilet lid up? Why are there also paper towels all over the floor?
I don't know, maybe our janitor sucks.
3) It's always the same stall at the same time of day. This person has a routine and doesn't like to deviate and use the other stall.
If I ever have a slow day, maybe I'll spend extra time in the hallway and get to the bottom of this matter!
Wait, there's more! The erect seat is not the only anomaly in this bathroom!
There is this drain in the stall with the seat down. (The drain must be the reason why the toilet seat up user prefers the other stall)! The drain STANKS. Honestly, I think poop would smell better than the scent that radiates from this drain. Just the other day, I heard a toilet flush in another bathroom and the smell that came from the drain after that flush almost knocked me out. I haven't smelled something that foul since I worked with pigs. Hopefully one day these mysteries will be solved, until then......
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Po-Po Shut Us Down
Once you get away from Houston, people drive fairly slow and cautious in Texas. My drive to work is mostly interstate, with me passing plenty of motorists driving 5 mph above the posted speed limit. I've been told that cops will pull you for doing just that, a measly 5 mph over. I see at least two speed traps a week, if not more. As a person that is notorious for setting my car to cruise at 9 mph over the posted speed limit (I mean, why make people go to court for anything less, right?), this is very disconcerting to me.
Well, I had my first scare on Monday. Here I am, ditty boppin along, doing 70 in a 65 when I see him hiding. Of course, he pulls onto the interstate right after I pass by and I think, "F*@$, I guess I AM going to get a ticket for doing 5 over, perfect." Luckily, this is the conversation that followed:
Officer: Good morning, ma'am, I noticed that you didn't have a front license plate when you passed by.
(I'm thinking, omg, srsly? Oh happy day!)
Me: Yes, sir, I just got these plates and had to order the front mount for my car, but I have the front plate right here! (As I wave the plate and then hand him my fancy temporary paper Texas license and registration).
Officer: Ok, well I'm going to have to run these, if you don't mind. It'll just be a minute.
A minute later.....
Officer: Where are you headed today?
Me: UTMB.
Officer: Well, I'm going to issue you a warning for not being in compliance with the front plate. I noticed your half marathon sticker, which one did you run?
So then we go on to talk about running for a few minutes and he sends me on my merry way.
However, this got me to thinking. In the 13 years that I have been driving, I have been pulled over 6 times, with 4 of those times being in the past year and a half. Luckily, Reese is cute, or the officer is in a good mood, and I've been issued a warning in 3 of those occasions. The other times haven't gone so well:
- Ticket for doing 72 in a 65. Really, douchebag?
- Ticket for doing 70 in a 35. Yeah, that one stung a bit.
- Ticket for doing 80 in a 65. He was nice enough to drop it to 74 in a 65 on the spot.
After hiring some lawyers and taking a defensive driving course, my insurance has never found out about these tickets. For this, I am thankful. But, let's get back to the 5 mph over situation.....Y'all, I'm doomed.
Well, I had my first scare on Monday. Here I am, ditty boppin along, doing 70 in a 65 when I see him hiding. Of course, he pulls onto the interstate right after I pass by and I think, "F*@$, I guess I AM going to get a ticket for doing 5 over, perfect." Luckily, this is the conversation that followed:
Officer: Good morning, ma'am, I noticed that you didn't have a front license plate when you passed by.
(I'm thinking, omg, srsly? Oh happy day!)
Me: Yes, sir, I just got these plates and had to order the front mount for my car, but I have the front plate right here! (As I wave the plate and then hand him my fancy temporary paper Texas license and registration).
Officer: Ok, well I'm going to have to run these, if you don't mind. It'll just be a minute.
A minute later.....
Officer: Where are you headed today?
Me: UTMB.
Officer: Well, I'm going to issue you a warning for not being in compliance with the front plate. I noticed your half marathon sticker, which one did you run?
So then we go on to talk about running for a few minutes and he sends me on my merry way.
However, this got me to thinking. In the 13 years that I have been driving, I have been pulled over 6 times, with 4 of those times being in the past year and a half. Luckily, Reese is cute, or the officer is in a good mood, and I've been issued a warning in 3 of those occasions. The other times haven't gone so well:
- Ticket for doing 72 in a 65. Really, douchebag?
- Ticket for doing 70 in a 35. Yeah, that one stung a bit.
- Ticket for doing 80 in a 65. He was nice enough to drop it to 74 in a 65 on the spot.
After hiring some lawyers and taking a defensive driving course, my insurance has never found out about these tickets. For this, I am thankful. But, let's get back to the 5 mph over situation.....Y'all, I'm doomed.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Zombie Apocalypse
One of the major differences between Texas and North Carolina is the fog. I'm sure it probably has something to do with living so close to the coast, but I have never witnessed anything quite like it. The fog usually comes creeping in at night, blanketing the morning commute to work. One Friday, not too long ago, the fog gave us a double whammy. It was extremely thick in the morning (maybe a half mile visibility), burned off by noon, but then came rolling back in during the evening rush hour.
At first, I was all, "Whoa, look how thick the fog is, it's not even dark yet!" A little later that night I let the dogs into the back yard and made Ben come to the door and look at the fog. "Look, Ben! It's making its way over our back fence!" Due to the size of our back yard, this was a pretty impressive sight. I started to worry that the dogs would get lost in the fog. Everything was calm and eerily quiet, sort of like the calm that comes with the first snow fall. We could barely make out our cars in the driveway. This is when my imagination started running wild.
"Omg, this is reminding me of a horror movie. I half expect zombies at the front door any second." For the rest of the night, every little noise we heard, or anything that made the dogs bark, I'd exclaim, "It's the frickin fog zombies!"
A few days ago, I commuted to work once again with a half mile visibility. Instead of pondering the conflict in Libya or what I should do once I got to work, I thought, "Man, it would suck if there's a pile up due to a zombie eating brains in the middle of the interstate." This is something that never made sense to me in zombie movies. How is it that there are always cars piled up in the roads? How did the zombies get to these people in their cars? All of these thoughts raced through my mind when it hit me: Y'all, we're screwed if vampires and zombies ever mate.
At first, I was all, "Whoa, look how thick the fog is, it's not even dark yet!" A little later that night I let the dogs into the back yard and made Ben come to the door and look at the fog. "Look, Ben! It's making its way over our back fence!" Due to the size of our back yard, this was a pretty impressive sight. I started to worry that the dogs would get lost in the fog. Everything was calm and eerily quiet, sort of like the calm that comes with the first snow fall. We could barely make out our cars in the driveway. This is when my imagination started running wild.
"Omg, this is reminding me of a horror movie. I half expect zombies at the front door any second." For the rest of the night, every little noise we heard, or anything that made the dogs bark, I'd exclaim, "It's the frickin fog zombies!"
A few days ago, I commuted to work once again with a half mile visibility. Instead of pondering the conflict in Libya or what I should do once I got to work, I thought, "Man, it would suck if there's a pile up due to a zombie eating brains in the middle of the interstate." This is something that never made sense to me in zombie movies. How is it that there are always cars piled up in the roads? How did the zombies get to these people in their cars? All of these thoughts raced through my mind when it hit me: Y'all, we're screwed if vampires and zombies ever mate.
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