The number of random thoughts posts I do should give a pretty good indication of how often I have cohesive thoughts vs. how often my brain is randomly shouting out things. I had a moment with my mom last weekend where I asked / stated about 5 things in a row, answered my own question and changed the subject. All in about 30 seconds. And followed it up with, "you'd be amazed how often that exact sequence happens in my head on a daily basis." It's true - and sometimes it happens out loud via this blog. You're welcome.
Even with a reduction, there are still things that my boobs are too big for. Button down shirts are hit or miss depending on fit and where their from. I found a couple at Target that I thought worked. Until I realized AFTER wearing it all day at work, I was offering a little between the buttons peep show directly into my cleavage. This morning I thought I fixed it with double sided tape. Lesson learned: The pull of my boobs is stronger than double sided tape. Creepy male co-workers, you're welcome.
I might be the crazy girl at work. I've been using my headphones a lot more lately - helps me truck on through work. However, no one has any idea what's happening in these headphones of mine. I love using the quick mix station on Pandora. However this leads to some REALLY random mixing. Here are some of my stations: Broadway, Tupac, Christmas (there's 2 of those actually), Adele, Jason Aldean, etc.This leads to utter ridiculousness as I go from Kenny Chesney to Mariah Carey to Tupac to music from Rent. And it is next to impossible for me to listen to music without at the very least mouthing the words (at most all out dance party - seriously, check me out when listening to Bieber. It's borderline sick.) So I'm sure I look super cool at my desk. Also, I discovered this today - which has had me literally LOL-ing in my cube at some of the things Ryan Gosseling says ("Hey Girl, I'm still LOLing over that cat video you sent me." I died.)
Last night my nephew and I talked about Target at least 5 times over the course of dinner. He informed me we could get Christmas movies there, Santa gets his toys from there and also asked if I got my new phone at Target. Seriously, I'm imparting my love on this kid. I beam with pride that he wants to talk Target with me.
Instead of dragging my vacuum downstairs last night, I used the handheld vacuum. On the ENTIRE first floor. That's irrational to think it was less work.
I realized yesterday it's been 9 months since the Great Breakup of 2011. Sometimes time flies. Also, in high school whenever anything happened for 9 months my friends and I would say, "you could have had a baby in that time." I'm pretty happy that much time has passed. And that I did NOT have a baby.
I'm trying to teach my nephew that a picture of Clay Matthews on my phone is "Angie's boyfriend." So there's that.
I have friends coming to stay with me this weekend. Last night when I went to assess the current clean situation of the house I realized it's in pretty good shape. This realization led to two others. 1) I'm pretty much a grown-up now given that my house is clean more often than needing to be cleaned. 2) Living by yourself makes it 50% easier to keep the house clean. Also I really only use 3 rooms in my house that has 7. (1 bathroom, kitchen & bedroom.)
I informed my brother last night of my theory that dating sounds like SO much work. And that I kind of like NOT dating. He agreed and reinforced the theory. Related: we might be those weird siblings who live together at like 40 with no significant others. At least we'll have the nephew for entertainment.
I heard on the radio this morning that there's a scene at the end of Breaking Dawn Part I AFTER the credits and that if you go to see it you HAVE to stay for that scene. I've never seen a Twilight movie and have no intention of seeing this one. But for some reason I am feeling strongly compelled to spread this message and have some pretty serious concern that a lot of people are going to miss it. Another irrational thought.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
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