I thought it worth mentioning that I went to my mothers for lunch. She sat there showing me clips from the Ellen show while using her pilates ring and...eating jellybeans by the hand full. Seriously. At the same time. I guess when you weigh 120 pounds soaking wet, you can get away with that...
I wanted to take a little space here to talk about work because I'm sure it will come up often. There are a few characters here, to say the least. Let's start with "Talky Pete:" As is usually the case, I can't do anything for more than eight minutes before Talky winds up in my office going on about anything from hunting to his friend who "laid a 2 foot turd in the woods one time." Why does Talky Pete spend all of his time in my office? Because noone else will listen to him. They are missing out on some pretty amusing stuff, I have to admit (turds notwithstanding). The preacher: Did I mention I work for a Ford dealership? This guy is a preacher/auto salesman. Can you say conflict of interest? The Bigot: Oh she's my favorite (insert sarcasm here). I have, so far, heard her refer to people as white trash, fags, and "brown people." As you can imagine, it might be a bit difficult to take the word brown and turn it into racist slang, but the Bigot is on the job. She can make it happen in the blink of an eye. Haven't heard much out of her since the meltdown I had last week about her behavior. My husband works here as well. I thought that might be a bit of a challenge, but so far so good on that front. (yay!). There are, of course, a few others. Mix in the astounding array of little old farmers and townsfolk who walk in every day and you've got yourself the makings of a pretty good sitcom. Kind of - Green Acres meets.... Okay, kind of - if Green Acres had a Ford dealership. Am I complaining? Hell no! I have a job and I'm darn thankful for it.
How do you people do it? I see blogs, cute cute blogs - all personalized and what-not. I had every intention of doing the same, but gave up. I know not of this HTML which you speak! At some point, when I'm not completely down-trodden by this experience, I shall regroup and try again...after much research.
I was told that eclectic was the best word to describe myself. What does it say about me that I had to ask? Gah, that's way too much to ponder at the moment. The "sounds mundane but really isn't"- I'm a wife and a momma and I work all day at a job that I'm not completely convinced I understand but seem to be good at. I live smack in the middle of the good ole U.S and everything that goes with that. It's beautiful and charming and the people are friendly if not slightly backward thinking.
But in the words of the immortal Forrest Gump, "That's all I have to say about thay-ut." After all, if I put everything here, what's the point in the blog?