Fall Back.... not Spring Forward

When Becky came home this afternoon, she reminded me that the clocks had gone back an hour. Little did she know, I had already changed the clocks.

I took note of the time and proceeded to get ready for work. The next time I looked at the clock, it told me it was 2:26 pm. I hurried the getting ready process. This is the time I should be leaving for work.

As I scrambled around the house looking for everything I needed for work – lunch, ipod, book. As I’m doing all this, I get something in my eye and my contact starts to burn, so I run into the bathroom and get that straightened out. Time is now 2:31 pm. At this point I know I don’t have enough time to walk to work. Especially not carrying the cake I plan on bringing to work. So I call the bus line to find out when the next bus is.

That’s when I realize – on some clocks it’s 2:31, on others it’s 1:31 and others the time isn’t set because there was a power outage when I woke up this morning.

By this point I’m utterly confused and terribly perplexed. I’m trying to figure out the best way to find out what time it is. So I do what any smart girl would do: I’d like to use a lifeline please. I think I’ll phone a friend.

Sure, they laughed at me. But I found out all of my rushing was in vain. It was only 1:30. I’m just glad I didn’t rush all the way to work. Imagine if I had rushed myself and shown up an hour early! Of course the day shift would have been glad to see me. Maybe next time change.

Spirit

“It’s not a competition.”

He said that so firmly and with such an air of seriousness that I felt instantly ashamed.  
The look on his face mocked me and my spirit of friendly competition.

“It’s not?”  was the best retaliation I could manage.
“But what if I’m not good enough, what if I’m not the best?”

Again, he reminded me it was not a competition.   But I beg to differ.
It’s always a competition in some way shape or form. And really, what’s wrong with a little friendly competition?

Fade to Black

I was busy writing you a post about what happened to my monitor earlier this week.

In a nutshell: Crack, Flop (monitor slams itself shut), CRACK. I open the monitor, it slams itself shut. You get the idea.
My laptop monitor had lost the ability to support itself, but with a pillow propping up at the back, its still usable. I make a couple of calls about getting it fixed and then decide that it is probably not worth the while. I make a mental note to back up the entire contents of my harddrive before I lose my monitor completely.

This afternoon, I prop my monitor up, turn on my laptop, and wait. I get the usual start up screens, bright and vivid. And then, it slowly fades to black.

Looks like I might be laptop shopping a little sooner than I expected.

RIP my laptop. Rest in Peace.

O! Oh, No!

The key was sticky. And I could see some crap underneath it. So I tried to fish it out with a Q-Tip. No luck. Clearly, I was going to have to pry the key off. So I did.

I remove the key, and clean out a satisfactory amount of dust, dirt and grime. One problem, the key is now in two pieces and I can't figure out how to put it back on. The I realize, two pieces mean broken and I can't put it back on.

So now, my "O" key is exposed, I push the little white rubber circle, and it still types. It's slow, and has a huge failure rate. It's kind of like a big black hole in my keyboard.

This isn't the first time I've taken off the keys on my laptop. Which means, I should know to be more careful. My up arrow is missing a key cover. My comma is sticky and doesn't always work. And now the letter "O".

For simplicity sake, I might just stop using it. Like in the book Ella Minnow Pea. As letters fell off the village sign, they were forbidden. Well, geuss what folks: as letters and characters stop working on my laptop, they'll be forbidden too.

I'm srry t tell yu but yu heard it here first. And that wasn't s hard t read, was it?

Miss Matched

I am currently mismatched. Which is strange for me, because normally I would much prefer to be Miss Matched.

The trouble started with the usual planning of an outfit: the agenda of tomorrow.
It's an early start: I have to be at work at 7:00 am. I will work in two different departments and finish working at 2:00 pm. At 3:00 pm, i have plans to meet friends for drinks after work. Drinks are scheduled to turn into dinner. After dinner, at 7:00 pm I have to meet my cake decorating instructor so I can find out what i missed at last weeks class. I need to learn how to make Chrysanthemums out of icing. After my little lesson, I think I'm expected to continue with the festivities of the drink and dinner crew for some dancing. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure I will be up for it. Time will tell, and who am I to be unprepared.

When i started writing this post, I was in a cream coloured, boat necked ribbed sweater with 3/4 length sleeves. I was going to wear it with this really funky necklace and a pair of dark jeans. I went through the checklist: work - easy to work in, not too revealing and professional enough looking, drinks - it's a classic look, dinner - white, not so good usually but it's a cleanable fabric, cake deco - no problem , dancing -- too hot, too work, too stuffy.

Next outfit please: black sheer top, too dressy with jeans for work. It's Friday so i'm not wearing a skirt. Black polka dot top -- it's been done. Brown sheer -- wore that last week.

And then, I see it. It's lurking near the back of the closet. An impulse purchase. But it's bright red summons me. It's such a happy shirt. The little polka dots make me smile. With it's cute little drawstring tie at the bottom, and it's great button detail on the poufy sleeve I know I've found my busy Friday the 13th outfit. Paired with my fav jeans I'm good to go.

In fact, I'm so good to go that I'm dissapointed I don't have to be at work for another 7 hours and 53 minutes. I'm ready now. But on second thought, I have a long agenda for tomorrow. Maybe I should start with a solid night's sleep. But really, us fashionistas can never really rest- I'm already planning an outfit for Saturday.

Happily ever after

I can't believe it. She's married.
No longer is she a "miss". She's now a "Mrs."

The day after the wedding, she plunked herself down on the couch next to me.
"Where's your husband?" I asked. It made me giggle. Husband.

I remember the days of our 10 year old selves giggling about the thought of marriage and the families we were planning on having. I remember our 16 year old selves fretting over boys and planning to 'accidently' bump into us so they would notice us. I remember our 20 something year old selves talking about dating and other relationship issues. Now her 20 something year old self is embarking on a new phase of her life. And I couldn't be happier for her.


Side note:

I was trying to post some pictures... but Blogger won't co-operate. I'll try later.