Ready for My Gallery Debut

As a woman in my 30s, I'm well over the target age of the new Disney series Girl Meets World. But, of course, how can I not watch it? Cory and Topanga are back! They're just like me! And they're sooo old! Cory and I grew up in a time without the internet, digital cameras, cell phones, hybrid cars, iPads, and reality shows. We grew up in the age of Paintbrush for Windows, a pre-Photoshop time where your photos were limited to looking more or less exactly as you took them (which was a surprise in itself, as you only got 24 photo opportunities per expensive roll.) And it was glorious.

Why is this suddenly on my mind? I was browsing through my backup CDs from more than a decade ago (I could go back even further, but computers can't accommodate any of my floppy or zip disks anymore.) I found all kinds of nonsense. My first ever conversation with Sexy Nerd was saved, which seems like a wonderfully romantic bonus of meeting your soulmate online...until you actually read through it and cringe each time you said something stupid, dorky, or flirty in a way that no one should ever be. I was pretty much cringing through the entire conversation and can't bear to read it ever again.

I also found one of my most quintessentially 90s things - Paintbrush "artwork" that I'd saved (because, obviously, why wouldn't you save your Paintbrush drawings?) You know Paintbrush was awesome because Blogger was able to upload all 17 in just a few seconds.

Bonus points to anyone who can figure out what each picture is supposed to be. Enjoy!




The poor little guy looks so happy!

 






 


 

 


 

The Most Embarrassing Work Story EVER

It's already Tuesday night and I haven't posted anything. This calls for a rerun (don't worry - it's a good one!) And, yes, I am still working at the same place. No, my boss has not changed at all.

What's Your Size? An Embarrassing Work Story

Working in a dental office is wonderful. I have an extremely lovable, quirky boss. Remember when she bought me a cheesecake and a box of Fairytale Brownies? She's all about doing nice things for her employees. Christmas is no exception, of course, and every year we wonder what gift she's going to give us.

The other day, there was a list posted at work, asking all employees to write down a couple personal details to help our boss with her holiday shopping. Personal? Just little things, you know, like your bra size. On display. For everyone in the office to read. I don't think we're getting food this year.

I answered her questions (nothing like a little peer pressure, right?) and returned to my job, answering phones and posting insurance checks. The list was thankfully removed from the wall at some point. Later that afternoon, I received a call from a man that I was just about ready to send to collections, (ain't I mean?) who wanted to resolve his balance.

As I wrote down his credit card information, I could hear giggling from my coworkers behind me. The next thing I knew, my boss was standing over me, holding a long string of dental floss. My posted bra size? She wasn't believing it and had decided that the most logical thing to do was measure me herself using the floss. In front of everyone. While talking to a patient.

 
Clip art licensed from the Clip Art Gallery on DiscoverySchool.com

Unsurprisingly, I discovered when I went to process the credit card payment that I'd taken down the information wrong.

It's a Blog Hoppin' Weekend


My hair has been looking kinda sad lately. It hasn't been trimmed in months, excluding the time I bravely/foolishly took the scissors to it myself, and the color, which I wasn't crazy about to begin with, had faded to a fuzzy beige. On Tuesday night, I dyed my hair with the darkest brown dye I could find.

It's a little too dark. Everyone wants to know why I dyed my hair a harsh black! Tomorrow, I'll be adding some caramel highlights.

Tune in next week for photos (beautiful photos, I'm sure - no hair disasters, hopefully!)

And now, let's link up:

The Best Eyeliner for a Cyclops

It took me until age 30 to finally accept the magic of liquid eyeliner. When I saw rows of dark brown L.A. Colors liquid eyeliner at Dollar Tree (only a buck!) it was impossible to resist any longer. I'm glad I came around - it makes such a difference. Still, being an eyeliner newbie, my morning routine comes to a serious, quiet halt each day as I try to patiently draw a thin, steady line on each eye. Some attempts are more successful than others.

This morning, I drew the best eyeliner line ever on my right eyelid. Really, it was PERFECT! I should have taken a photo of it, in all its skinny, smudgeless glory. Quite pleased with myself, I popped the eyeliner brush back in its tube in preparation of what would surely be an equally successful left eye application.

Then, this happened:


The bristles refused to go back. I began to trim off the stragglers with my nail clippers, but soon realized they were all stragglers. In desperation, (hey, I had only one eye lined. And it was perfect!) the brush was washed clean, dried, and doused with half a can of hairspray to help hold its shape.

Still, the bristled splayed out, laughing at me and my absurd one-eyed makeup.

Really, eyeliner?
Really?!

It's That Time Again...


I have not one, but TWO, weddings to attend in the upcoming weeks (one of which involves guests staying at our home,) so I'm going to busy, busy, BUSY this weekend.

Of course, I'll still make time to visit all your fabulous links. That's a weekly highlight!

AutoZone Cashier Quote(s) of the Day

Sexy Nerd makes life so easy for me. He takes out the garbage, scrubs the toilets, cooks dinner occasionally, and changes the oil in my car without me even needing to mention it. Today, my Chevy Volt was due for it's first ever oil change (12,000 miles - I love that car!) and Sexy Nerd had everything he needed for the job, minus the correct size wrench. Off he went to our local AutoZone.

Sexy Nerd is a mechanical engineer. He knows his cars. However, the AutoZone cashier wasn't so sure, and proceeded to lecture him on being very careful when opening the wrench packaging so he'd be able to return it if it was the wrong size.

Sexy Nerd: Don't worry. It's the right one.

Cashier: I'd better look it up, just in case.

Sexy Nerd: That's okay. I know this is the one I need.

Cashier: No, no. I'll just take a quick look. What kind of car is it?

Sexy Nerd: It's a 2013 Chevy Volt.

Cashier: (...awkward pause...) Is that a car?

(...more moments of awkwardness...)

Oh! Is that one of those electrical ones?
How much did that cost you?

The Volt actually only costs about as much as a Prius, but I wish Sexy Nerd had replied "a hundred grand," just to see the look on the guy's face.

4th of July Blog Hop



Sexy Nerd and I will be celebrating with grilled steak (cooked for us by one of our favorite Albuquerque restaurants Scalo,) followed by an evening on our patio, guarding our house against any stray fireworks set off by riffraff neighbors. Whenever we hear an explosion, we'll shake our imaginary canes and grumble that we hope they blew off a finger.

Isn't it nice when two old souls find each other? Think how bad we'll be once we hit our mid-thirties!

Have a great 4th of July weekend, everyone.
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