Coffee Deception

I don't want to make accusations here, but I'm fairly sure that the "Holiday" and "Winter" blends are exactly the same.

Tonight is the annual Kansas-Missouri basketball game in Lawrence. I wish I could be there talking smack with Dad and soaking up some of the energy for all things KU.
Winter is the time of year I miss Kansas the least. Come spring and summer, I will long for the shops, friends and restaurants that Evansville lacks. It has taken awhile, but I'm finding aspects about the 'ville that I like ~ the lower prices of gas and food, the fact that I have no baggage, Newcomers' club, Angela.
We finally found a church that has an entertaining and knowledgable preacher, good music and a Wednesday night service. I know that sloth is one of the 7 deadly sins and all, but sleeping in yesterday sure felt good.

Small Things

I just have to post, even though I don't have a lot to say, to get the last post off the top of the page. I thought about deleting it, but those feelings are just about as real as you can get.
Anyway, its Friday and I'm trying to figure out where the week went. Most of it was spent doing a lot of nothing here at work. There is purpose now, despite that fact, and I feel more worthwhile.
As I was reading This Afternoon in Drama and Andrea's hilarious post about the Surreal Life (I know the show she's talking about courtesy of author Joey Goebel and feel good name-dropping), I remembered how I feel about small things.
If a person/animal/ thing is small, I am more than likely to be drawn to it. Like Mini-Me for example. Or little makeup palettes that have the perfect color arrangement but are a total rip-off. Or baby rats. But only when they are older and have hair.

Despise and Disgust

You know how I wrote that my boss was being decent, just over 1.5 hours ago? This has all changed and I'm super, super angry about it. To get the full spectrum of her hideousness, let's start at the beginning, shall we?

I am in charge of organizing 3 company blood drives per year. We give free lunch to the Red Cross workers and each donor gets a free soda and cookie from the cafeteria. Patti, the cafeteria manager, has to be notified prior to each drive so that she knows to charge the food to the dept.

I do a search on the computer email system to find Patty, which i misspell. And subsequently send the notification to the wrong person, both of whom are under the label "Contractor." I copy my boss on the email, as she likes to be informed as to every task I accomplish.

Realizing my mistake, and being really snotty about it, Evil Boss writes back, "Did Patti [correct spelling] get married?"

I wanted to write back, "No, but didn't you recently get divorced?"

Unusual Times

Today has not even really begun and several things have happened that I thought impossible. An attractive man (somehow related to fighting the War on Terror, no less) appeared on Fox News. Also, my boss appeared to be a in a good mood, or at least faked it better than ever before. Unfortunately, the rest of the day does not appear to be this fortuitous. A biweekly staff meeting, making table-tents and taking Bessie to the vet sum up the rest of my plans.

The Promises

" 'If we are painstaking about this phase of our development, we will be amazed before we are halfway through.
We are going to know a new freedom and a new happiness.
We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it. We will comprehend the word serenity and we will know peace.
No matter how far down the scale we have gone, we will see how our experience can benefit others.
That feeling of uselessness and self-pity will disappear.
We will lose interest in selfish things and gain interest in others.
Self-seeking will slip away.
Our whole attitude and outlook on life will change.
Fear of people and of economic insecurity will leave us.
We will intuitively know how to handle situations which used to baffle us.*
We will suddenly realize that God is doing for us what we could not do for ourselves.'
Are these extravagant promises? We think not. They are being fulfilled , sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. They will always materialize if we work for them. [And put our faith not in and of ourselves]"

*The promise I'm looking most forward to.

Martin Luther King

I stepped out of my comfort zone and went on a 1.66 mile long march from a local university to a boys n' girls type center. J. got me to go (no coercion) and I found it interesting that we lined up on the "black" side of the street. It seemed like all the white people were on the right and mostly black on the left. It seemed quite a paradox in terms of what MLK jr. would've desired for the occasion.

A Van Down By the River

I'm sure it seemed like a good idea initially, but building a house on the Ohio River bottoms is going to be a regrettable decision for many this weekend. It makes me sad too, because the land is so cheap and where are they going to go?
I know I wasn't going to make the blog about personal stuff, but I'm in a rut right now. It always seems to happen after the rush of ThanksgivingChristmasNewYear excitement and stress. And then there's nothing...just routines and the same ol', every day.
Garden State. Zach Braff. He's got the nose. He's got the hair. He's got the personality and the special twinkle. He's not swarthy, which is good. That might just be more than I could handle.
I want to live in Arizona. What kind of natural disasters do they have? Exactly.

The man.