While still at soccer practice this happened:
You may have noticed that I like to post funny texts. I'm blessed to have a group of funny friends and family who put up with me and my random thoughts and observations. I love to send out a text blast and then sit back and wait for the replies. The responses are usually funnier than whatever funny thing I was trying to share. Here's an example from soccer practice last night: This particular soccer Mom is actually very nice; not at all a bitch. I actually admire her commitment to her dinner. The soccer field is at the top of a hill. She had to take two kids in her car along with a loaded plate of food and she didn't spill anything. Just to transport it I'm guessing she would have to put her plate flat on the passenger seat or something. How did it not slide around? Like I said, good for her for wanting to watch her kid play soccer AND still enjoy a hot nutritious meal. While still at soccer practice this happened: On to a different topic. Today I have this bottle with me at work: It has iced tea in it. I sometimes make it at home (half sweet/half unsweet) and bring it to work to have something to drink besides just water all the time. It always seemed like a regular bottle to me until one time one of our male executives stopped by and asked in voice that may have been joking but contained a sincere undertone, "Is that beer?" I guess from a distance my bottle could be mistaken for an aluminum beer bottle. Great. I would have never even thought of that. Now I feel paranoid that other people might think I'm drinking on the job. I've thought maybe I should post a sign that says, "It's TEA, not beer.I don't even like beer. I'm a wine person. Besides I would never drink at work. Unless it was a company-sponsored event and alcohol was served." I probably shouldn't take that guy's comments to heart. He basically lost all credibility with me when one time he farted in front of me. He didn't even say "sorry"-- he just tried to act like it didn't happen. But it DID happen and I will never forget it. Now he can be talking about something important and I'll be nodding my head and making appropriate comments like, "Mmm-hmmm, yes, I see what you mean" but inside my head all I can think is, "I can't take you seriously ever since that time you farted in front of me." Suddenly my alcohol "problem" pales in comparison. I would rather be known as the company alcoholic than the company farter. I think. Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's the lesser of two evils.
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Gina
10/10/2014 06:25:56 am
Thank you so much! I had never heard of this award. Is there a reason why I have to give my Social Security Number, blood type and credit card information in order to receive the award? Just kidding. I'm honored to know that you enjoy my blog.
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