Urban Legends

I probably don't strike you as one who believes urban legends. I call bluff on most of them. However, the other day, I found myself deciding just not to chance it. On my drive to work a 5:40 am, I saw a car pulling out of the gas station without their headlights on. I look around to see if any other cars are around - when I don't see any, I choose to let the driver possibly be in a car wreck instead of flashing my lights to signal to them. After all, I don't want to die in a gang initiation and I feel certain that they happen right before rush hour. A few blocks later, I also came to the realization that since my car has automatic headlights, I'm not even sure how to flash them. Guess I'm safe from the gangs for at least one more day.

New Year's Revolution

I understand that it should be resolution, but I can't count the number of people I've heard talk about their New Year's Revolution recently. I mean, I can't event keep a resolution, much less start a revolution - more power to all of these people...I wonder what the difference in timing is between breaking your resolution and stopping the revolution?

To Dream the Impossible Dream

So I was hanging out with Snarky today and once again complaining that I don't understand who would purposefully purchase control top tights. Another friend had to listen to this rant while in Target and added that all control top tights do is give you two rolls instead of one. Good point friend. So Snarky and I were lamenting the muffin top that can be caused from ill fitting tights. Snarky pointed out that she wished the fat could be pushed down - because most of the time you are wearing boots, so who cares if you had a little kankle problem in your boot.

Then it happened. Snarky had an epiphany. She is going to invent tights that go over your head. I know what your thinking - they will have to snap in an inconvenient area right? Nope, Snarky is going to work through that problem. I was going to have her write again, but I think she's going to busy with the project for quite some time. I'll let you know when she finds the solution.

Back to the Grind

So today I went back to work. Of course it was rough, I've not been on a schedule in two weeks. Want to know how much I whine and groan? Fabio sent me a text to ask how my first day back was going and I responded that I was really trying to have a positive attitude. When I got home he asked again, and then my mom called....and they were both proud of me for keeping a positive attitude until 2:00 p.m.

My mom has a new theory that maybe I need an elf on the shelf to keep me from saying or doing anything I shouldn't. I think she thinks she can get it on clearance and it certainly wouldn't hurt me to try it.