My friends and I love food. In some ways, I believe it is the essence of our friendship. We plan entire roadtrips around restaurants that we want to try. We like to call this attitude "Fat". To us, "Fat" is not a demeaning or negative term, it is in fact a compliment. I know this can be tricky to understand. To help your education of "Fat" please read Josh & Staci's blog. Josh explains this concept perfectly.
The other day when I got home way early from work I decided to relax. While flipping through the channels I landed on The Insider with Lara Spencer. I just love watching those celebrity gossip shows so I was pleasantly surprised to find this one. The Insider is very much the same yada yada yada as the others: who's hooking up, who's getting divorced, who looks horrible and who looks fabulous! Like I said, yada yada yada . . . until the end of the show that is!
Thanks Anya Sarre for helping me in my quest to be better at accessorizing. :)
I just had to post this so that everyone will feel sorry for me.
I work in an office where I am the only girl. It's just me and my five bosses - that's it. I like to compare my five bosses to the seven dwarfs.
Jim is like Happy / Doc. Jim is a very pleasant fellow and is my favorite friend at the office. We get along great! We usually go to lunch once a week and we always have a good time. He's very witty and he keeps me laughing with all the funny emails he sends me. We talk about all sorts of stuff like how we both love our Jeeps and church stuff and everything. Jim tries to set me up with all the eligible bachelors in his ward because he likes me so much and he just wants me to find an eternal companion and be happy forever. He has a very, very kind heart. I just love him! :)
John is like Bashful. John doesn't talk to me much, not because he doesn't like me, but because he's just kind of a quiet guy. He's an extremely nice man, but it's like pulling teeth to get him to talk to me. Most of our conversations happen over email.
David is like Grumpy. David is a very anal / controlling person. I've known him for years. He wasn't always Grumpy, in fact, before I started working for him we were the best of pals. We'd go to lunch, talk about sports and the guys I was dating and it was great. We used to have so much fun! He was the one who convinced me to leave my other job and come work for him because we got along so great. Then as soon as I started working for him all of a sudden his demeanor changed towards me. It's as if a switch flipped. He is now extremely cold towards me and very much a grumpy, self-righteous, arrogant guy. It makes me sad to think about this because we used to have so much fun together.
Corper is like Dopey /Sneezy. Corper is a nice enough guy, but there is something in his brain that just doesn't click. Corper likes to be my friend when it benefits him. If he wants somebody to hear his stories and the other guys won't listen, he'll tell me. He's also kind of Dopey in the way that he can't do anything by himself. He struggles with even the simplest of tasks. If he wants a paper out of a file that is sitting in front of him on his desk, he'll call me to come and find it. He's Sneezy because he's got the biggest sneeze out of everyone in the office. It really is a huge sneeze. And I just couldn't leave Sneezy out of this little mix.
and finally
Bill is like Sleepy. No, he's not a narcoleptic. I just rarely see Bill. Bill is a multi-millionaire and doesn't need to work but since he was driving his wife crazy at home she insisted that he get an office downtown to just go hang out at for a couple hours a week. So that's what he does. He's very nice though.
So that's the run down of all of my bosses. Guess what they're all doing today. Jim (my favorite) is out to meetings all day so I won't see him until tomorrow. The rest of them all decided to go to a matinee showing of Quantum of Solace. No, they didn't invite me. I would have loved to go with them! I don't care that I've already seen that movie. It could have been any movie and I would have been happy to go. I'd just like to feel included, ya know? But instead I have to stay here all by myself.
That is all. :(
Saturday night Chaddy, Zo and I had nothing to do so we ended up renting a scary movie. We've been watching a lot of scary movies lately. Prom Night, Scream, Vacancy, and most the recent was The Strangers.
Scary movies and I have a love/hate relationship that goes like this: I'll watch a scary movie and while I'm watching it, I'm gripping my blanket or lap pillow so hard that I lose all circulation to my fingers and I sit there wondering (out loud sometimes) why in the heck am I watching this?! Then I drive home scared out of my mind thinking that at the next light someone is going to slash my plastic windows and kill me, and once I get home I try to fall asleep but instead I just lay there 100% awake and jumping at every sound. Once I finally fall asleep I end up having nightmares for the next three nights. Then I wait a few days or a week or so and someone (usually Zo) suggest that we watch a scary movie and I get all excited and think "yeah, that sounds like fun" and the vicious cycle starts all over again.
Saturday night was no exception. We watched The Strangers and it was most definitely scary but it helped that after we watched the movie, Chaddy, Zo and I discussed how the characters were so unbelievably stupid and how we would be way smarter than that. Lets say some psycho stalker killer was trying to murder us while we were in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, first of all - we'd bring a ton of people with us, preferably good fighters who were trained in the martial arts; secondly - we wouldn't split up, if one of us goes to check the radio in the barn, we all go out to the barn to check the radio; and third - I forget what #3 was but I think it had something to do with - don't let them kill us.
After this discussion I was feeling okay about driving home by myself until I got this text message from my mom: "Dad is extra worried about you tonight. Are you okay? Please come and tell us when you get home." WTF?! My dad isn't the type to say stuff like that, so when he does - it freaks me out. Then to make matters worse, Mary called me and said that she had a bad feeling about me driving home and to be extra careful. All that progress I had made getting over that scary movie had gone right out the window. I know what you're thinking - you are so stupid. But honestly, it gave me the total creep out.
I decided that I would just stay there until someone could either drive me home or at least follow me to make sure I got home safely. The boys also thought I was being stupid and decided to play their new video game, Gears of War 2 until 5:00 in the a.m. By that time I had already fallen asleep on the lovesac and had numerous nightmares about what could happen to me on my drive home. When the sun came up I decided it was finally safe for me to walk out to my car by myself and drive home. I drove extra careful and I think you'll be happy to know that I made it home without getting killed or kidnapped.
Once again Brittney's Wednesday Wonderings inspired me to write this post.
I have had many nicknames over the years, all given to me by various friends and family members. Today, we will discuss the nickname my very kind and loving mother gave to me at the tender age of 4 and how it came to be.
As far back as I can remember, I have always been an advocate of equality and, when inspired I have stood up for my rights as well as the rights of others. In the sixth grade I confronted my teacher for being racist against the little black girl in our class; when I was a senior in high school I insisted that I be allowed to take weight lifting even if I was the only girl in the class; and, just recently, I argued age discrimination when a fast food restaurant refused to sell me a kids meal.
The same kind of stuff happens at home too. My Dad and I have debated countless times about dishes being a girl's job and leaving the garbage for the boys.
When we were little, one of my mother's biggest pet peeves was having her six kids leave their shoes around the house. She got so sick of putting shoes away that she finally just started tossing them out the back door. You know, in an effort to teach us a lesson. Well, one day while I was helping my mom pick up the house, I came across a pair of her shoes. I knew what to do right away. After all, I had seen her do it a thousand times. I picked up her shoes, walked over to the front door and opened it. My mother, who was all the way across the room from me, asked me what I was doing. I smiled at her and tossed one of her shoes out on the front porch. "REBEKAH!!!" she yelled as she ran towards me. I giggled and placed the other shoe in my right hand, wound up and threw it as hard as I could. It was an awesome throw, the shoe made it all the way out to the grass. That's when it happened. At that precise moment I received the nickname that will forever be mine until the day I die. "YOU LITTLE SHIT!" I just laughed as she ran past me to fetch her shoes.
There have been numerous times that I've been called that - all unprovoked of course.
A few months after that infamous day, I attended my first day of kindergarten and when the teacher asked me what my name was I smiled and told her "my name is Little Shit." - ha ha ha, just kidding, I tease my mom about that all the time. It would have been awesome though. "And how do you spell your name?" asks the teacher. "L - i - t - t . . ." HA HA HA!
Love you mom!
