Frank

Livin' in CRAZY times…

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Good things for a buck? Candy and me… for $1.

Shoppy Shop

Last night Kate and I went shopping. We had planned a date with Target. I love Target–I can’t leave that store empty handed! As we pulled into the parking lot, Kate said, “Oh! A dollar store!” Now, when I think of a dollar store, I think icky interior with cheap-o toys. It brought back memories of Christmas shopping when I was little.

But last night, Kate and I walked through the doors into our very own wonderland of happiness! They had all sorts of fun books, toys, games, candy–you name it! I got Frank a present at the dollar store–aren’t I an awesome girlfriend? Kate and Jamie are planning to go back to see what other treasures they can uncover.

This leads me to my job… I think that I saw my resume at the dollar store… “Hire me–$1”

Memorandum

So, I was chatting with my lovely cubemate, Angie. I was whining to her about how we don’t make any money and how we work all these crazy hours. She mentioned I may have missed the memo.

“What memo?” I thought. She emailed it to me. It is here in its entirety. Poetry, really.

___________________________________________________________

MEMORANDUM

To: All Employees

From: Management

Re: Your Paychecks

We don’t do it for the money, we do it because we LOVE it!

Management

Yawn!

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That is a happy, contented yawn.

Let’s see. I worked all day then caught the “early” train (my early is someone else’s normal train) and I went straight down to Lombard to see my schmoopie pants (Frank to everyone else). We had some dinner and watched the Twilight Zone. The shows were okay, not really very creepy. Then Frank and I went to Riley’s and he had a couple beers and I had about 4 sips of a diet coke. Which brings me to my next thought.

Riley’s consistently screws up the diet coke mix. It doesn’t even TASTE like diet coke. I need to remember not to order it when we go. Every time we go, I say, “Frank, this diet coke sucks.” Of course, every time I still order it. There is a long learning curve on this for me. Eventually I will associate Riley’s with bad diet coke and order a beer like a normal person. Except that I have a low tolerance. Which brings me to my next thought.

For drinking diet coke all day, I sure am tired. Good night!

~Em

What a Weekend!

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First of all, the gorgeous weather definitely has my spirits up! YAY!

Diet Coke Update

I think (hopefully) I have broken myself of my Diet Coke addiction. This morning at 8:25 a.m. I went to the Beverage Station and got WATER! Clearly I have been cleared of these demons.

Reality Check…

The Diet Coke thing is wishful thinking. I probably wasn’t in the mood because my tummy is angry at me (whatever–she’s a fickle one).

Weekend Highlights

Went to I-Life’s Entertainment Night. Frank and I did a skit.

—>I waited until the 11th hour to inform him of my thoughts on a portion of the skit that I felt should be rewritten.

—>Frank was less than pleased and said, “I am just going to start listing off my emotions in the order that I feel them…”

———————->You should know that it was said with strong feelings of frustration and mild anger–all restrained by the love he has for me (that I sometimes have to remind him of, especially at moments when I tick him off).

———————->The phrase, “Darned liberals,” was uttered in this exchange.

—>The skit went really well and the first two points were long forgotten.

Famous Dave’s

—>Don was ravenously hungry

———————->This means that he was obsessing about it from the time he picked up Brooke at home until we were seated and ordering food at Famous Dave’s. He took a brief intermission when he went to his car to get his wallet.

———————->I secretly identify with Don since all I do is think about food and diet coke all day.

—>BBQ sauce as a styling gel

———————->Based on my experience with BBQ sauce in my hair, I would have to say that it is not a good idea to use it as a styling gel.

———————————————>BBQ sauce tends to clump.

———————————————>Even when you separate out the clumps, it reclumps.

———————->A pro for BBQ sauce as a styling gel your hair would taste good. Yummy.

Well, I must be about the business of working now. I will update more later!

Cheers!

Em

Top Ten Reasons Why My Boyfriend Rocks My World…

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(It’s my page and I’ll be cheesy if I want to)

10. He calls me at work and asks me what I’m wearing (nothing) and then we discuss Starcom Naked Days (nonexistent).

9. He puts his very cold hands on my very warm tummy. Hm……..

H. He makes me relax–although that usually requires him to physically hold me down or some ice cream. (take your pick…)

7. He doesn’t mock George (my car) as much as I’m sure he wants to.

6. He loves all of me–even personality #8 (down girl!).

5. He listens to me talk for three hours in person, then talks to me on the phone. AND STILL TALKED TO ME IN THE MORNING!

4. He makes me laugh, even when I am blue.

3. He can talk me down from my metaphorical “ledge”. (That’s CRAZY talk!)

2. He eats what my mom puts in front of him–no questions!

And the top reason Frank rocks my world:

1. His hands love my hands, even when they are being b&tchy.

PLANT KILLER!

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(Not for Frank’s eyes)

Today was an OK day. I was going about my day just minding my own business. La la la la… Bliss, really. I came home and took out my earrings and I was putting them away when I looked over to my little cactus plant on my dresser. I received Mr. Cactus as a present from Frank’s parents when they went to Arizona.

“Hm, that’s funny,” I thought, “The cactus is drooping. I didn’t know cacti could droop.” Curiosity got the best of me and I went over to the drooping plant and sort of picked it by it’s thorns–which were soft. It appears that my cactus has deflated! Or committed suicide. OR even worse–someone watered my cactus!

Well, I would hate for this to get back to Frank and his family. They will surely make him break it off if they know about my herbicide! Does anyone know if Mr. Cactus can recover from a mild over-watering? Or is that the end of him?

Let me know. Until next time, have a good night everyone!