Ooooh, oooh, oooh… I’m in another Watson video (96 and counting). I’ll put this in my hand model portfolio.
I’m sure he posted this because he’s feeling guilty ditching his family for those people who raised him. Whatever! I will overlook this only because I got tasty, birthday chocolates. They’re quite… strong.
I realize I have been M.I.A. since last week, but I’ve also been S.I.C.K. since last week. It’s a good thing that I am starting to feel better. I was afraid that my skin was going to start grafting to the couch like that lady that got stuck to her toilet.
Unfortunately my brain has been in survival mode, so I have a shortage of interesting thoughts. Did I miss anything exciting?
Add two more to the string of free lunches. Free pizza at work today from Harvest Productions and on Tuesday… Tuesday was surprise lunch from my good friend, Eduardo. He’s one of those people that makes me smile every time I think of or see him. It’s the same way I smile when I smell pumpkin spice candles or eat potato bacon soup in a bread bowl from Quinton’s in Lawrence or play Pitch with my family. It’s a smile that comes from that place of “I don’t see how I could possible ever not like this.”
In other news, we had a death in the family this week. He had been barely hanging on to life for a long time now. None of us are certain how to put the pieces back together again… we know, because we tried. Rest in peace, stick. You meant so much to all of us; Zoey the most. We will not forget you!!
You can never be replaced… except for we did. New stick is oh so much fun.
For those of you that know that my aunt passed away on Sunday, this really wasn’t meant to be disrespectful.
They say that there’s no such thing as a free lunch, but my last week proves otherwise.
Monday, food was brought in by a catering company that was trying to woo another department. Tuesday, there were leftovers. Thursday, I worked in production, and some mystery department bought lunch for that entire department. Friday, a friend bought me lunch for a late birthday present. And perhaps one of my favorites… on Saturday, we ate a frozen family meal that the grocery store put in our bag by mistake. We thought about taking it back, but we knew they wouldn’t put it back out for sale. So we figured it’s our miracle lunch. We also got miracle brussel sprouts… a much lesser miracle. I’m sure it was an afterthought. “Let there be free lunch!… and throw in some brussel sprouts for good measure.”
One of the great things about my job is that I get to learn a ton of new things since I’m often stepping into new roles. Like, in production I learned there’s a trick when using lavalier microphones on actors. Apparently, actors are known to sweat on stage, and when they do, it will short out their mics. So in order to keep that from happening, the battery packs are covered with unlubricated condoms.
One of my coworkers and friends is doing sound for a high school musical this weekend. He was charged with the task of going to the store to buy supplies. So yesterday, he goes to the pharmacy and picks up 30 unlubricated condoms, 30 9 volt batteries and a roll surgical tape. He gets to the check-out, the clerk looks down at the basket and says, “Looks like you’re in for a super charged weekend.”
So I hope you all have a super charged weekend!
Remember how I told you I got to play a potato in a Watson video? Well, if you haven’t seen them already, then you most definitely should. You can take a look at them here.
In other news, there is a baby explosion (not literally) around here. Our friends Cory and Amelia doubled their family size with twin boys, Julien and Asher, on Friday and yesterday our friends, Jeff and Heather, welcomed Hannah to the world. Lots of our friends have had or are having babies this year. I think it’s their way of forming a militia to take me down in 6 years. Not exactly efficient, but I’ll give it to them for effort.
So, who wants to be on my side?
Dagney came to my desk today spilling out one of my favorite things… “I just have to tell somebody.” Which means that I just have to tell somebody, which is where you come into the picture (with permission). She had just come from the bathroom, where she had been in the stall. A woman came in, and entered the next stall.
Woman: Do you and the girls have lunch plans?
Dagney: No, I don’t think so.
Woman: Were you planning on going to lunch?
Dagney: Well, I brought my lunch.
Woman: Diana, where do you want to go?
Dagney: It’s Dagney.
When the woman continued talking, Dagney realized that she was on a cell phone. I didn’t think it was possible for bathroom stall talk to get any more awkward. I was wrong.
This jar contains evidence that uncovers the mystery of how I spent the majority of my day. I’ll give you a hint. They were in my brother, and they’re gallstones. Do you have a guess? No, I’m sorry. It’s not celebrating the life of each leaf as it falls to the ground by naming it… ’cause I ran out of names at like 342.
No, I got a phone call at 6:00 a.m. from my brother that followed the one he had put into 911. We met him at the hospital where we spent most of the day, while he had his gallbladder removed. We did so, assuming there would be no reward, but then what does my brother bring out of surgery with him? His gallstones!
I think the only thing that could have topped that, is an article like this one in the USA Today:
Bacon beats Fries in Colorado
Voters in northern Colorado prefer Bacon over Fries.
The latest results show Democratic incumbent Bob Bacon beat Republican Matt Fries by a wide margin in Larimer County’s state Senate race. The Coloradoan has more on the contest.
I mean, fries are good, but they are certainly no competition for bacon. Mmm… bacon.
I keep seeing large crowds on the television celebrating. I had no idea so many people knew it was Franny’s 2nd birthday.
She’s had a wonderful day getting to eat canned food, cleaning herself, meowing, drinking water out of the sink and dreaming of her new crush. With Zoey’s male attention going to Tilly, Franny has had to turn to other males in other species.
We’re pretty sure that Franny’s keen on Watson. See for yourself:
So here’s to her 3rd year! Meow!
