Recent self observations

When I’m sleepy, allergied-out, hungover (not like that ever happens) or just plain in a bad mood, I over-accessorize. It’s my secret. I feel like if I make everything on my body super busy, then no one will notice that I have a scowl or bloodshot eyes. Just saying. It’s like “Look at the shiny things! Lookie look! Don’t look at my puffy eyes or red nose. Kthanks.” Plus, well…wearing a fun scarf + earrings + bracelets + whatever else all at once just makes you feel good. Like you’re playing dress up.  

 

I should learn how to change a tire. I had a flat. Rephrase…I had a slightly scary blowout

on the way home from work in Bartlesville (45 min from Tulsa) in the rain. And the cold.

Thank gawd for a carpool friend who knew his way around a spare and a jack. (I may not have even known I had one. It’s okay to judge. I’m judging myself.)

 

House hunting makes me a crazy person. We’ve bid on…and lost…three homes. The

last one we lost because someone had an all.cash.offer. *eye roll* Well goodie for you

and your swimming pool full of dollars. Seriously, the next one we like I’m fairly certain

I’m going to bring out my slightly ghetto public high school side. I will throw some ‘bows

for a 1920s colonial house with restored hardwoods. Just.saying.

I always have to use the restroom at work when it's being cleaned. Always. Every day. So then I have to take the elevator to another floor...and they're often cleaning that one, too. So then I get irrirated and go like 5 floors away. First world problems, but it's random and I wanted to mention it.

I'm obsessed with what happened to that Malaysian plane. Like...verge of weirdly obsessed. Every morning, it's the first news I check. If you've been reading awhile, you might know I'm a conspiracy theorist lover. (Yes, I'm one of those people, but only sometimes.) So yeah... I am obsessed with the plane. Even though we'll never know what really happened. ( <--- See, I told you I can get conspiracy theoristy).

I loathe circuses. And it's making me almost say awkward things to friends on Facebook who take their kids to see circuses. Zoos are on my sh*t list a little bit, too. I already can sometimes teeter on the edge of someday becoming a bona fide blood throwing member of PETA, so Blackfish the movie has officially made me dislike holding any animals in captivity. Well, except my dogs. They love being in my captivity. Obviously. (Eric calls me a hypocrite. Whatever.)

So yeah, I haven't blogged in a zillion days (or like a couple of months...whatever) and this disjointed randomness is what I chose to blog. It is what it is. I'm actually launching some executive blogs at my new job (which is going great btw!) and it made me miss mine, so I stopped by for a little coffee date brain dump with my corner of the interwebs.

TGIF, friends!