Found the touch.

I won't be posting here anymore. We've created a family blog to replace individual blogs, and the stress of keeping them both updated is just too much.

So... you can find us here.

Goodbye, cruel world!

Ostracized

os·tra·cize [os-truh-sahyz] -cized, -ciz·ing. To exclude, by general consent, from society, friendship, conversation, privileges, etc. ex. Her friends ostracized her when they all joined Weight Watchers.

I wasn't a very popular kid growing up. I read a lot, and so all the good looking, popular kids were intimidated by me. So basically, I know what it feels like to be on the outside of a crowd. It's been since about late middle school or jr. high that I was last ostracized. And now that all-too-familiar feeling is back.

All the girls at work are joining weight watchers and now I'm getting those familiar jeers again. Back then it was "Quit ducking and covering your head when the volleyball comes at you!" and "Why don't you put down that book and go play outside like a normal child?" Now it's "Don't you wish you needed to lose 20 lb. so you could be part of the "in" crowd?" or "Hey Mini, why don't you put on a few pounds so you can be cool like the rest of us."

I guess it could always be worse...

Haircut

I am getting this haircut tonight. I don't think I'll post a picture of the actual cut, so everyone can assume my hair looks exactly like this until they see me next.

A question for The Captain.

A few of your fans here at work were asking what "How to store cheese" referred to. I explained the sketch from The State to them and tried to explain how funny it was. They just stared at me. I was going to show them the clip that you posted when you first started your blog, but it is no longer available. All my googling efforts were in vain. So I'm wondering... do you know where I can find that clip? I would hate to leave your public waiting.

By the way, you're looking quite skinny in this picture. Eat something!

Picture taking is not my strongest skill.

We finally got around to printing some pictures for a baby journal I keep for Addie and this was one of them. When I saw it I complained that Snapfish had cut Col's head off. I said so to Col and he said "I think you actually cut my head off when you took that picture." I didn't think that was possible so I looked up the picture on my computer. Sure enough, chopped his head right off.

I hereby officially apologize to Col for cutting his head off, and to Snapfish for blaming them.

Ready for the weekend

Our receptionist is out of town so I am covering for her. It's such a joy experiencing all the things I was so glad to leave behind when I moved to accounting. For example, several times today I've gotten the oh-so-familiar phone call where the person says "Somebody called me from there. Who is this?" I'll share the most recent one:

"Somebody called me from there. Who was it?"

"I'm sorry, but the call could've come from anyone who works here and unless they leave a voicemail, I don't have a way of finding out who it was."

"How did you get my number?"

"I wasn't the one who called. I don't know how they got your number."

"Yes, but somebody just called me from there."

"This phone number shows up when anyone who works here makes a call from their line. I don't know who it was."

"How do you get the phone numbers you call?"

"We're not a solicitor. We're a land development company."

"Take me off your list."

"I don't have a list."

"However you got my number, take my number off."

"I don't know how they got your number, but we're not a solicitor. Hopefully they'll call you back."

"No, you better NOT call me back! Take my number off your list!"

"I don't have a list."

He was being pretty rude by this point, so I admit I kept it up until he hung up on me. I got a good chuckle out of it.

Mormons Exposed

Julie here at work brought this to my attention. About halfway down the page you see the blurb entitled "Hot Mormon Missionaries" which details this website promoting a certain calendar as well as T-shirts, all promoting... elders I guess. I was taken aback at first, because it looked like they're all guys currently on missions. Evidently they're returned missionaries at least. Still... yikes.

Jenn's favorite is Mr. January.

Hail the conquering hero...

This bunny trophy was made by Jenn to be given to Thursday's Killer Bunnies winner. It now sits proudly atop my desk. Three cheers for bragging rights.

I will be using Jenn's bunny origami kit to make another bunny trophy that will go to next Thursday's winner.