I like being better at the elevator than everyone else.
I work on the fifth floor in a six-floor building that houses office space and suites for various different companies. I have no reason to go up to the sixth floor and it’s not like that floor is on the way to the fifth floor where I work, so I am convinced that the sixth floor is empty. I think that no one even works up on that floor and that there are no offices, plants, receptionists or bathrooms. I think that if I actually went up to the sixth floor, the elevator doors would open and all I would see is vacant, untouched office space that stretches out to all four walls and every window had a great view.
Whenever I get in the elevator, ever since I started working in this office building, I enjoy hitting the number 5 and seeing it illuminate. I silently laugh to myself at how lame everyone else is because they did not work on the fifth floor like I do, they worked on the third or the fourth floors, or even worse, the second! Who on Earth rides the elevator if they work on the second floor??? You are already on the first floor, just take the stairs! How lazy can you be!?
Yesterday, when I got in the elevator and hit 5, I was immediately saddened when the gentleman next to me hit 6. All of a sudden he looked like the most powerful, smartest person in the world! I was jealous! He got to work on the highest floor in the building! I dropped my head, kept my eyes to the ground and when the elevator dinged signalling that we had arrived at the fifth floor, I trudged out the doors leaving the all powerful sixth floor worker to ride up to his vacant office space.
If you know me at all, you know I LOVE VAMPIRES! So entitling this post “Vampires Suck” is hard for me. But I must say, I LOVE that this movie is ripping on the Twilight Saga…see trailer below!
I have this recurring nightmare that I have to go back to high school. In this awful dream, I have no friends and have to start at the beginning: the dreaded freshman year. In this dream I am at a Sophomore level, but I get pulled back to the freshman classes and it is incredibly embarrassing. I hate this dream and always wake up believing that I am actually back in NH, still attending CBNA. This feeling always wears off after a few minutes of me working out reality in my head and then I get this wonderful feeling of relief that I am no longer a teenager (thank goodness!) and no longer have to go to any kind of school or classes or do homework or sit alone at lunch.
I am not one to talk like a crazy person, but I have seen minutes into the future.
The other night, Ryan was driving us home after eating dinner out. I had a headache since I had gotten home from work and was rubbing the bridge of my nose and it was helping to release some of the pain. We stopped at a red light, I looked up and then looked back down and continued to rub my face.
Ryan had been breaking a major law by texting on his blackberry while driving. I try not to nag him about it and usually ignore it because he is a really good driver and has been calling and texting while driving for years without an accident.
I am in San Francisco this weekend with the girls and I’m having a blast! I took a half day off of work on Thursday and all of Friday off to road trip up north. We are stopping in the San Luis Obispo area Thursday night and then heading up to San Francisco Friday morning. Dinner Friday night was at the Empress of China and Saturday is filled with plans to shop til we drop!
I have been looking forward to this weekend get-away for a few weeks and now that it is finally here, I can relax!
No cleaning the house.
No laundry.
No waking up early to take Cali pee.
We took this same trip five years ago. We are visiting a lot of our favorite spots that we saw then and creating some new traditions this year. Hopefully this trip can be repeated in the years to come with less time in between.
I have one sister-in-law through Ryan and am about to get another one through my brother, Kyle. His fiancée, Kristina, sounds like a great girl. I have even talked to her a few times and love everything I am hearing. She has a great attitude about life, knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to fight to get it.
I am really looking forward to meeting her in person in August when I return to New Hampshire for a few days before my mom and I head to Europe. Our family is planning on taking a day to celebrate their engagement and we will no doubt become fast friends. And of course, she is planning a wedding for 2011 and I just love weddings!
When I go home in August, Sophie may or may not remember me. Kind of like Brianna, my flower girl at my wedding. When she was born, I was 20 years old and was home from college. I babysat her every day of the summer and had such a great time being around her.
I have had great luck this summer with finding very ripe and very cheap red cherries.
I recently had rainer cherries for the first time and was surprised how good they were despite their unorthodox color (compared to the red cherries I’m used to eating).
New Hampshire fruits of the summer that I loved to eat the most were blueberries by the handful from one of the seven bushes in the backyard of my house growing up. I was able to teach Sophie how to locate the berries on the bush and to avoid the leaves. Sunday mornings, my mom would walk outside with a measuring cup and pick what she needed to make blueberry muffins.
I can also remember my mom eating red raspberries in cream with sugar (like it was cereal). She said that if you were a very wealthy person, you ate that every morning. There were wild blackberry bushes in our backyard toward the woods and by our mailbox (before the post office moved in next door). You could eat them right off the bush they were that perfect.
Strawberries are another favorite of mine. We would cut them up, dip them in sour cream and then in brown sugar. So good! My parents had them for dessert at a restaurant one time and they have been eating strawberries like that ever since.
I don’t know what it will be like to see Grampa after all these years. Last time I saw him was at Grammy’s funeral years ago. He turned 90 last September and is living in the nursing home where she spent the last years of her life. I never had a connection with him like I did with Grammy.
Whenever I came to to visit their house, I would hug and kiss them both, but would sit in the recliner next to Grammy. She would mute the TV and we would talk about things that you wouldn’t believe. Stuff that she genuinely liked to listen to me talk about. I did not tell her things to get her opinion, just to have an outlet and she was such a great listener.
