My Mumbling Thoughts

Whenever there are clouds in the sky and the rain is freely falling, people generally say, "it's so nasty outside." I usually agree for small talk purposes, but the truth is, I love this kind of weather. You get to wrap up in bunches of layers, hunker down under the covers, watch daytime TV, and eat loads of comfort food. How can you not like that? I thrive on it.

Currently as I type this up, I've got my cup of hot tea (Lipton's new honey and lemon), a brownie, flannel jammies, and the new slippers that I received in the mail yesterday from, Ash. They're really comfy and swallow my entire foot. I feel like the abonimable snowman walking around in them. Very nice.

Ah, yes. I got my birthday presents from Ash and they're lovely. He sent The Rakes, The Magic Numbers, and the Editors for my listening pleasure, two compilation CDs, my fabulous slippers, a web cam (hehe), and some other things that shall remain for My Eyes Only. Y'all are a creative bunch. Use your imagination. Oh, and a Pettree. At first when I saw it, I was confused. I didn't exactly understand what it was all about, but now that I actually know what it is, I think it's precious. Of course being me, I had to give it, well him, a name. Since he's a cactus, I named him, Spike. It's fitting, don't ya think? I know I haven't had the greatest luck in the past, but I'm going to give it another try. Hopefully things between Spike and I will work out.

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This morning as I was driving to work with Mel in the car, I was pulled over by a cop...again.

"Great," I mumbled.

I slowed the car, pulled over on the side of the road, and rolled my window down.

PoPo: "Good morning, ma'am. Can I ask you where your front licence plate is?"

Me: "Oh, it's not on the car yet but I'm going to be getting that taken care of really soon. Another officer (well, two actually) has already told me that I need to have one. I'm going and getting one of those plastic plates to snap on the front."

PoPo: "I see. Did you just move to the area?"

Me: "Yes sir, I did." (Um, about three years ago.)

PoPo: "Okay, just make sure you have that done sooner rather than later. It's illegal to drive around without it in Virginia."

Me: "I already thought about it. I was planning on doing it this weekend."

PoPo: "Alright. Have a nice day."

Me: "Thanks, you too."

Damn. That's the third time they've pulled me over for not having a license plate on the front of my car. I guess I really should get it done this time.

Mel: "If I was you, I would have gotten out of the car, and then pushed his motorcycle over."

Me: "The scary thing Mel, is that I could see you doing that."

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Since Scott's birthday is this Saturday, the lab, myself, K, and Mr. Hurd all went out to lunch today.

K: "So how old will you be turning, Scott?"

Scott: "Twenty-one."

K: "Really? I don't know many 21-year-olds with gray hair."

Scott: "It's the new fashion amongst us young folks, right Sam?"

Me: "Definitely. I'm getting mine dyed next week."

Mr. Hurd: "Oh who are you kidding, Scott? You're turning forty-three and we all know it."

Scott: "I'm hurt, Mr. Hurd. I can't believe you'd actually think that I would lie about my age."

Minnie: "Well Scott, look at it this way, if you're twenty-one, then I'm eleven."

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There used to be a time when I would get excited whenever I had to place an order to Staples. Shopping for cool supplies with somebody else's money: F-U-N!

Not anymore. I now dread every Thursday that arrives because of the delivery guy. He sort of has a, um, "thing" for me. Yeah, yeah. Shut up. I have to spend five awkward minutes making awkward small talk with an awkward man while I sign the stupid papers and he unloads the boxes off of a cart that he rolls everywhere with him.

Don't get me wrong. I'm sure that there tons of ladies out in this big huge world who would appreciate a 5"2 gangster wannabe with ratty corn rows and gold teeth. I'm more than positive. I just don't happen to be one of those ladies. I've also made it clear that I have a boyfriend and he pleases me in more ways than he can count, and that I'm not looking for a "filler guy," so he can just forget about any creepy daydreams that he has swirling in that tiny mind of his.

A regular conversation that I have with the strange Staples guy:

SG: "So how are you doing today?"

Me: "I'm good thanks, how about you?" (That's me being polite, by the way. Not leading him on.)

SG: "You know how it is. I'm always doing good when I come here to see you."

Me: *strained/confused half smile* "Heh."

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I helped hang up a dry erase board in the conference room today. It made me feel handy.