Americans love some Cinco de Mayo. I don’t know if you’ve ever attempted to find margarita salt on Cinco de Mayo, but…it ain’t easy. I went to three liquor stores. I haven’t done that since 2003. Ok, 2004.
At any rate, this seems like the perfect opportunity to tell you guys that in a month, I’ll be looking sipping authentic margaritas in Mexico!
Un vacaciones con mi novio. Yes, please.
Yesterday after attending a baby shower in my hometown, I gave my dad a call to see if he wanted to visit with me. He told me to come to the Dollar General, where he was shopping. Yes, y’all – the man loves him some Dollar General. He’s always telling me to buy deodorant or “washing powder” at the DG. “They have the same name brands for a lot less,” he reminds me, and then asks, “Do you shop there?”
I say yes to avoid any further discussion on the Dollar General.
Anyway, when I pulled up at the store, he had something in his hand. A gift? How fun! As he approached my car, however, I realized that this wasn’t a fun gift. It was bug spray.
Did you know that bug spray (wasp spray, to be exact) can be used to ward off an attack (from a human, not just wasps, folks) of up to 25 feet away? You know now.
I’m ridiculously excited after watching this trailer. Raise your hand if you already know you’re going at least twice. (Hand raised.)
“We made a deal ages ago…men, babies, it doesn’t matter. We’re soulmates.”
-Samantha, Sex and the City
After I posted the entry on bathroom signs, I thought about a something I saw on television a few months ago.
CBS has a show called “Undercover Boss” where the president of a company literally goes undercover to work in different areas of the organization. I saw an episode with Larry O’Donnell, President and Chief Operating Officer for Waste Management, and one of his tasks was to clean port-a-pottys at a fairground. The “job trainer” he was partnered with (keep in mind that the trainer had no idea who Larry O’Donnell was) had such a good attitude about his job, that he was promoted by O’Donnell and is now giving motivational speeches to other employees at Waste Management.
“I kept trying to figure out what motivates him. He takes a job that most people would consider nasty, and he turns it into something funny and fun. If we could all be that way, what a great company we would have.”
-Larry O’Donnell on Waste Management employee Fred
Watch the 3 minute clip here:
Have you ever been inside a restroom and wondered why certain signs are necessary? Take this one in our work restroom, for example: 
It leaves me wondering: Where else were people putting toilet paper? Did they use it and throw it on the floor? Surely not. Or, does this sign indicate that people were flushing other items down the loo?
And, while in Target recently, I saw another odd sign on the baby changing station. It read: Please do not leave your baby unattended. Seriously? Is that necessary? Did someone plop their kid down and then head over to the shoe section?
When I worked in an office building in Columbia, South Carolina, there was a sign in the 4th floor restroom that was not only hand written, but very hateful regarding the disposal of female sanitary products. I know people can be pigs, and cleaning up a public restroom can not be fun – but – I giggled every time I thought about the cleaning person who had one night just had it up to HERE with the mess and scribbled the threatening sign with a black marker. You know, like you did with your college roommates. (I remember writing one that said something along the lines of, “Please put dirty dishes in the DISHWASHER. IT CLEANS THEM, I DON’T.”)
Surely people who clean public restrooms are guaranteed a place in heaven.
Ever had one of those days where you feel lucky? I feel that way today. Incredibly fortunate and lucky.
My boyfriend bought concert tickets today. He’s taking me to see John Mayer! John Mayer, whom I love/obsess over and he doesn’t even like. And, he didn’t even ask me if I wanted to go – he just told me. “You’re busy one weekend in July – I got us tickets.”
I don’t feel lucky because I’m going to see John Mayer (ok, debatable). I’m one lucky lady because of the other guy.
Side note: If you just vomited, I don’t blame you. My apologies.
Last week, I came to the conclusion that I had to stop eating lunch and dinner out so frequently. This, my friends, was tough to take (as you all know my obsession with Zaxby’s). However, with my account balance at all time low, I didn’t have much of a choice.
I made it nine days without dining out for lunch or dinner. Well, that’s a lie – Ben bought me food last weekend. But, I haven’t used any of my own money for food except at the grocery store last Sunday.
Today I rewarded myself. As I pulled up to the menu and heard the familiar, “Welcome to Zaxby’s, what can we get you today?” I almost yelled, “Everything!” – but I decided against it.
Someone called our office today to ask where they could exchange British pounds for US dollars. I told her she would need to go to her bank. Well, she tried that. They told her they couldn’t do it. So, she tried 3 other banks. They said no, too.
I’ve got to be honest here: Given the exchange rate, I can’t say that I blame ’em.
My thoughts: First of all, when and how did I miss the memo that Ms. Hough was a country singer? Last time I checked, she was an adorable dance instructor on Dancing with the Stars…and now she is a star? On to the clothing: I don’t care if it’s couture, it’s Ugly with a capital U. It looks like she snatched a pillow off of Liberace’s couch and strapped to an otherwise normal gown. And, you can’t tell from these photos, but it also had a train. Trains should be kept to bridal gowns and railroad tracks.
The solution: Get yourself out of the Mystic Tan Booth, stop trying to be Carrie Underwood and just be who you are (whoever that is).
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