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I’ve always known that I’m head-over-heels for John Mayer, but this confirmed it. 

(you just gotta love a guy that dusts)

ready to pop a cap…

I’ve been dieting now for a week– practically starving myself– and NOTHING.  Same weight.  I’ve even cut out the alcohol…  wtf. 

Monday’s Nun

Conversation Overheard at the Bar Last Night…

[30-something Female to her Friend at the Bar]: ”My boss has been such a bitch lately.  When she gets on my shit, I just go quiet.  She hates that.  She’s afraid of me when I go quiet.  I know ’cause she leaves me alone… “

Now, I’m not really sure why I found this little coversation so humorous, but I did.  Not knowing her, or her boss, I really can’t give an opinion as to whether or not I agree with her perception of her boss being afraid of her when she “goes quiet.”  However, having been in a prior management position, whenever I’ve been a “bitch” and given an employee “shit,”  I’ve never once left them alone OUT OF FEAR when they’ve finally “gone quiet.”  More likely, I’ve chosen to leave them alone ’cause–

1. I’m thrilled that they finally shut the fuck up
2. I’ve decided that this particular ”battle” isn’t worth the fight
3. I’ve been totally oblivious to the fact that there was/is a problem
4. I’ve intentionally CHOSEN to ignore the “problem”
5. I’m aware that they think I’m afraid, and have allowed them to believe so

Tsk, tsk… me thinks someone at the bar needs to read “Art of War.”  I’ve always thought that underestimating an individual– any individual– is a GRAVE MISTAKE.   Besides, why would anyone want to intentionally upset the boss?  You may want to sleep with them to “get ahead” in the future.  Why fuck up a potential future opportunity?

Wee, wee, wee, wee all the way home!

That damn little piggy needs to quit going to market…

New hours… hot dog!

Same cube, same farm– but NEW HOURS. 

Starting earlier, but leaving earlier too.  Will now miss that rush hour traffic (both coming and going).   This is gonna be great for those spring training runs.  Go me…

10 things that scare me…

1. carnie folk
2. cliffs
3. cancer
4. caskets 
5. back fat
6. 26.2
7. dying
8. dentists
9. the scale
10. rush hour traffic

Training Report

Ran 10 miles this weekend; drank 3 martinis and a bottle of white wine (not on the same evening… mind you).

Something’s wrong with this picture…

(I need discipline, people!– somebody spank me)

Monday’s Nun

Oh god, I almost forgot to post her.   Got busy stripping wallpaper…

Thursday Challenge: Small