Ways in which I am cool (let's blame the hurricane)
Thursday morning, I got into my car to go to work (yes, I know it’s five blocks away, but I’m always leaving for my 9:00 job AT 9:00) and realized I hadn’t brushed my teeth. Yes, I went back in.
Yesterday, I came to work at 2 p.m. At 3:30, I went to my car to go to the bank and realized I had left my lights on. For some reason, at 2 p.m. in the shining Florida sun, I thought I needed headlights. Then I left them on. My car was dead. TG for Steven and his jumper cables.
I decided to treat myself to a pedicure today. I used to get them every few weeks, then moved and started paying horrible amounts of money on rent every month, so I declared them off-limits. But dammit, they make your feet look so nice and feel so soft! So I forked over the $20. And it was well worth it; the Spanish-only lady seemed offended by how short I was cutting my own nails and the non-softness of my heels. The only problem is that I chose a HORRIBLE color. Horrible as in something ENID would wear (this will make two people in the world out there chuckle). Bright pink. Looked less bright in the bottle. This sucks.
Then I chipped the color on my way to the car. Yes, I did not even make it TO my car before I screwed it up. Luckily, the lady fixed it for me. Although, really, I’ll probably re-paint them when I get home with a less techni-colour.
I made a point of checking before I came in the office today that I did not leave my lights on. When I went out for lunch, I realized I instead had not pulled up my parking break. And I am not one of those people who keep their car in first to prevent it from rolling away. Luckily, I was parked on a fairly even surface, otherwise my car could’ve gone plowing into a Jaguar while I was innocently riding the elevator.
I sent a package yesterday via FedEx. Today the recipient called to say he hadn’t yet received it and it was already 4 p.m. I sat here from 4-5 panicking, trying to think if I could remember putting the address in the address pocket. And I couldn’t. I totally convinced myself that I sent it out without an address. At 6 p.m., I finally cave and call – is it there? Luckily, yes it was.
I'm just glad to see someone else cuts their toenails short too! I always get the looks/comments when I get a pedicure. Don't you just want to scream, "shut up and just paint!"?
I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!
A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.
One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.
When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.
An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.
When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."
The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"