Busy B!

I have been using several exclamation points in my emails in the past day or so!

I think the busy, rushed schedule of the end of the semester is causing my written communication to come across as somewhat hyper!

Look out! She's got a keyboard and she's swamped with work!

(I've also been typing kind of like an animated squirrel. My touching of the keys is rather punctuated. Lifting the fingers a little higher off the keys than usual, with a very staccato landing on each one. "H!" "i!")

Parenting

A girl in Starbucks at the table next to mine just told her father:

"Dad, Santa's not real."

I missed the conversational result of the comment, as my phone then rang.

I can report, however, that their conversation appears to have changed course.

By the way, if you can't tell I'm a total expert at coffee-shop eavesdropping.

Hmm

The lip gloss I was wearing earlier looks good, but I would avoid kissing someone while wearing it.

It's so thick it's like glue.

And I don't mention that as a problematic characteristic in the sense that two pairs of lips could become "glued" together, although that is worthy of thought...

Spying

I'm spying on two people--I mean, grading student projects--at Starbucks who are on a date. This is either a really good first date, or a second or third date that's leading to another.

It's possible they're already a couple, but I'm getting the sense they're still getting to know each other. Not that people in relationships aren't still getting to know each other; they are.

Whatever the case, I'm happy for these people. There are so many bad dates that go down, it's nice to see people enjoy each other.

They seem to be letting their guards down, he's attentively, genuinely listening to her storytelling, with a smile on his face. He's asking questions. They've both laughed several times.

Good job, two people I don't know. Thumbs up to you.

My imaginary assistant

Okay, so I've written about this before, but I just keep coming back to it in my thoughts.

So. I highly doubt, folks, that I'm the only one who fantasizes about having a personal assistant, masseuse, chef, etc. from time to time.

(First of all, I'd pick masseuse over chef though I could benefit from both.)

Second, my thoughts regarding what I will call a general assistant keep coming back to this idea of the item that I would continually ask said assistant to fetch for me were I to actually have this assistant. In fact, I think I'd feel strange asking an assistant to do many other assistant duties, such as making me coffee or tidying my living room. Except I might feel comfortable asking him or her to answer non-fun, work-ish emails.

But what I think about, anywhere from once a week to once every six months, is this:

I wish someone (and, since I don't have a boy toy currently, this someone is in my mind an assistant to non-celebrity me) could go procure candy for me. Particularly at odd hours of the night.

Like now, for example.*

Sometimes I just want Swedish Fish or Smarties. Or Skittles, Reese's. And I don't want to get off my butt and go get them. Or it seems ridiculous to do so late at night.

*That's actually a line from a character named Bailey in a film--bonus points to anyone who can identify the exact character.

Wow, this is the third post about money in less than two weeks

I went to the mall today to get my haircut, and I managed to leave the mall having paid only for the haircut.

I went into the PINK store and Bath & Body Works, and saw items that I would have liked to purchase (including a shirt with a message about MU Tigers being the best kissers...), but I left that mall without buying the kissing t-shirt or the spearmint lotion.

I will accept your congratulations now. In the form of clothing or lotion, if you're offering.

Jordin and Bails

I found out yesterday (ahem, from the ticker tape roll of some celebrity gossip channel, probably E!) that Jordin Sparks' best friend is named Bailey! I was already a fan of JS, this makes me like her even more! And since we're on the subject, let's have a song, shall we?

Stretching the pocketbook

I just asked my mom for a baking dish, so I can make stuff like lasagna.

I must be getting older; I'm finally asking for kitchen items for Christmas.

That, and I'm broke and lasagna sounds good. I can afford the noodles and the sauce, but buying a dish might be a little much for me right now.