The Embarrassment of Me

If you haven't figured this out by now, I will let you in on a secret, I am the epitome of cool and collected.  I never do anything that would cause me to be embarrassed or flustered.  Nothing ever ruffles my feathers.  I could walk through a raging storm and come out looking like a beauty queen and smelling like freshly picked roses.  NOT!  I have come to the conclusion that at least once a day something has to occur in which I realized how human I am and that I will never make it through a day without being knocked off the small pedestal of perfectness that I try to build for myself.  Did you notice the subtle use of the word small in the last sentence?

I will let you in on a couple of the embarrassments that have happened to me lately and the fact that a lot of them (at least the ones that I will convey) have happened at my local grocery store that I frequent at least once a week in order to purchase groceries.  The way things are going I really should find myself a new place to shop.  They don't seem to get the best of me.

The most recent event in the field of embarrassment happened yesterday on my weekly grocery trip.  I took my time roaming each isle of the store. I didn't have anywhere to go and I didn't have any time constraints so I just leisurely walked everywhere, which you would think could possibly be bad for the pocketbook as you have more chance to purchase want items, but I actually did better than normal and came in under budget.  I tell you the fact that I took a long time in the store because as I was leaving after procuring my weekly rations I realized that the zipper on my pants had been at half mast all day.  I had walked slowly ALL OVER the store with a zipper that was not all the way up as it should have been.  How many people saw me?  How many people got to snicker behind their hands because of me?

On to the next story.  Lets rewind a couple of weeks.  Again this takes place at my local grocery store.  After finding all the items that I needed (and wanted) to buy on this particular weekly trip I proceeded to the check out stand.  The sweet cashier rang up all of my items and proceeded to read off the final total of my purchases and the amount that needed to be payed.  I pulled out my handy debit card (important fact because this particular store does not take credit cards), swiped it through the machine as I had done many times before, put in my pin, and received a decline notice.  I had forgotten my pin.  A number that I have had for years simply slipped my memory.  I tried 2 more times until the system locked me out and I had to leave my groceries there at the checkout stand as I walked away with a bright red face.  This wouldn't have been so bad except that it happened the next week the exact same way.  Oh, the embarrassment.  What was my pin number?  Why did it stay in the dark recesses of my mind?  Why didn't I have any cash on me both of those days so that I didn't go home empty handed?  Why did I keep going back to that store after I had so thoroughly embarrassed myself?  Why didn't I just go to a store that took credit cards?  Instead I just spent those 2 long weeks depleting my "food storage" and thoroughly emptying the shelf at my apartment.

Good thing I finally did remember my pin and was able to once again purchase what had become luxury items like milk, eggs, fruits and vegetables.  Also as you can tell from the fact that my last embarrassing story occurred only yesterday at the same grocery store that I did not take my business to another establishment even though they probably have a picture of my embarrassed face in the back room that reads. "If you serve this girl beware.  She might have to leave her unpaid for groceries at your check out stand or she will walk around with a half open zipper on her pants."

See I have nothing that ever happens to me that would cause me to squirm even the slightest bit.

A Very Sarcastic Thanks

I am a one show at a time girl.  I don't diversify a lot.  If I like a show, that is what I watch and that is pretty much all that I watch.  It is even made easier now that you can watch an entire season or series of a show one episode at a time one after another.  The problem, if I like a show I watch the whole show at one time.  It may take me awhile because of the length of the seasons, but I still do it.

For a couple of months I have been good.  I haven't had a show that I was hooked on.  I haven't really even cared to find one.  If I was in the mood to watch something I would just toss on an old episode of a show that I previously enjoyed and be done once it was over.  It wasn't a big deal.  Too bad it wasn't to last.

Today after work ended I walked into my apartment to my roommates watching a show.  I was tired from the long day so I decided to sit down and watch a little bit of it with them.  Since I had only ever seen a couple of the episode before in my life my roommates decided that I needed to start from the beginning.  4 episodes later we called it quits for the night.  Thanks to my roomies I am now hooked.  I will be finishing all the episodes of this show sometime in the following months.  I say months because there are a lot of seasons and a lot of episodes in each season to get through.

THANKS A LOT! (Said in the most sarcastic way possible)

One, Two, Three....Eleven, Twelve

The best part of my day happened as I was driving home from work this afternoon.  Actually it happened while I was at a complete stop waiting for the turn signal to flash green so that I could continue on my merry way.  First one, then two, then three old school hot rods drove past as I waited at that red light.  They were then closely followed by 9 more old school hot rods driven by little old men.  I couldn't believe my eyes.  It was the coolest thing that I have seen in a long time.

See Me Again In 2 Days

With life, hopefully love, and the pursuit of happiness (and even maybe a little stress from work) I will be pretty busy and I won't be able to write an update on any of my experiences for a bit so come and check back in a couple of days.  I promise to have something more exciting than clipping my toenails to tell you.

Caught Red Handed

Yesterday was an extremely busy but satisfying day.  I spent the morning and a good part of the afternoon painting fire hydrants for an Eagle project my neighbor was doing.  It was fun, hot, and a very good use of my time if I do say so myself.  The only downside (and I wouldn't even call it too much of a down side) was that I left the service project with my hands covered in red paint.  I looked like I had been involved in a boxing match and bloodied up my hands.  As people would notice my hands they would ask what had happened to them.  What had I done to have so many cuts and sores?  My arm even got a little of the paint action and I have a splotch on it that looks like a pretty decent bruise.  My response to their question was that the I was now the new heavy weight boxing champion for this district.  Other responses included that I couldn't talk about fight club and that you should see the other guy.  Of course I am the type of person that can't leave a story with someone if it is just a joke so I would inevitably let them in on the true fact that I had spent the day painting fire hydrants red, but the reactions that I would receive from the first version of the story were quite amusing.

Yes, this looks a lot like blood but luckily
it is not and I was able to get most of
it off.

My "beat up" hands

You should see the other guy.

The Creepiness Of Antique Stores

I was on an errand for my mother.  The goal, an elaborate hand held mirror.  Where would you find a beautiful antique hand mirror?  The obvious answer (to myself) was an antique store.  In museums and homes that are decorated from previous decades you always see hand mirrors associated with the old hairbrushes, so why wouldn't an antique store have a brush and hand mirror set for sale?  It seemed the most likely place.  Onward I went to search out antique stores.

My first stop was a store that I thought for certain would have what I wanted.  They have been around for years and have set up their shop to emulate a working store from the 50's while selling new and antique products.  I searched high and low to no avail.  If you want antique dishes and modern-day fabrics then they are the store for you.  Too bad this wasn't my goal.

The second "antique" store that I walked into I must admit was more of a junk store.  Yes, most of the items for sale were old and some could be considered "antiquated", but really it was just piles and piles of junk.  I'm amazed I made it out of there alive.  Rows and rows of shelving were stacked high with useless objects.  Sure, somewhere in that mess, there are probably some amazing treasures to be found, but I neither had the time nor truly the desire to go through every single isle and pile to find such a treasure.

Now comes in the creepiness.  I know that antique stores can carry all sorts of old things, but why do they insist on carrying the creepy items?  I do not like turning around a corner and running into a disconnected dummy head!  Seriously, is someone really going to walk into an antique store, take one look at a head from a mannequin and decide on the spot that it is something that they just have to have. No!  Not going to happen.

A few more antique stores were visited and many more creepy items were come across that I wont get into in order to save this blog from becoming extreme in its length, but the day was not a waste.  I did finally find the perfect hand mirror.....at a local craft store.  Why didn't I think of that first???

In Over My Head

Have you ever done something and somewhere during the beginning of it you feel like you are learning Incan while speaking Chinese and living in Greece?  This is the feeling that I just had while trying to learn my new position at work.  I know that I can do this job and that before I know it all these things that seem like a completely different language and skill will become second nature, but until that point I am just hoping that I can tread water long enough to get there.