…I am no longer one of the millions of people who find love on match.com. I actually never WAS one of those people, but now that I have officially cancelled my subscription, I’ll never BE one of those people. And I’m not sad about that. At all. Because while I didn’t find love, I did find lots of fodder for the blog, and clearly, that’s what’s important in this case. I finally got tired of the emails entitled “Your Matches.” Dudes, those are so NOT my matches. I can pretty much guarantee you that. And how could they be, since I hid my profile like two months ago? Anyway, my foray into dating websites has ended. Thank God.
…I’m accident prone and as a result, I broke my pinkie toe on my left foot. I was running (yes, running -- I don't know why) out of my room on Thursday night and caught my toe on the edge of my partially closed door. I fell, and proceeded to roll around on the floor in pain. I was talking to my neighbor downstairs the next day and asked if he heard a big thunk the previous evening and he said yes. He wasn’t concerned, because if he called me every time he heard a loud thud from upstairs, we’d be on the phone all the time. He did call me the day after I may or may not have fallen into the fireplace that one time because apparently that was pretty loud. Hypothetically.
…I can now call myself a true Coloradoan because I have joined the masses of people in this state who own Crocs. For those uneducated on the newest ugly footwear craze to sweep this state, for the low low price of $30, you too can own a pair of rubber clogs. Frankly, I’m surprised that I didn’t get kicked out of the state for not owning a pair before now. I kept hearing how comfy they were and I’ve worn Sally’s, so I know that that’s true. Only they’re ugly. However, I found a black pair – apparently they’re called “the Metro” – that I can live with and I bought them. Because in the past three days I realized that I can’t wear backless shoes because it hurts to flex my foot, and I can’t wear tie shoes because they smush my toes together and flip flops are ALWAYS an option in my world, except for when it’s 30 degrees out. Crocs it is. And dammit, they ARE comfortable. Stay tuned for when I buy a pair of these – and then commit me, because it’ll be a clear sign that I’ve lost my mind.
…I’m looking for a new job. I know, I know, I keep saying that, but this time it’s OFFICIAL official. Due to circumstances beyond my control, my job may be in jeopardy – AGAIN. And then again, it may not. Stupid job uncertainty. I think I’ll find out in early December after our board meeting. Whatever. I can’t do anything about it, so I might as well do what I can, which is send out resumes. And go shopping. What?
…My new bedspread looks so good and I got all new pillows. Because my mom freaked me out with her retelling of something she saw on Dateline about dust mites and how you need to replace your pillows every year because they’re probably filled with dust mites. Gaaaaaahhhhhhh!! I seriously could not buy new pillows fast enough. And, as soon as I get Sally’s final take on paint colors, let the painting commence. I hate painting with a passion, but my house WILL be painted before the end of the year. That’s all there is to it. Now I just have to find new art for my bedroom, since the flowers are moving out. I’m looking at Ansel Adams stuff, because I prefer photography and I like the black and white images – and it’s pretty (for lack of a better word) nature stuff without being flowers. Any suggestions are helpful – keep in mind that this is art I’ll have to look at every morning when I wake up because it’ll be on the wall facing my bed. No pressure though – just the burden of knowing that if I choose your suggestion for art, you will be solely responsible for my mood when I get up because the picture makes me happy or sad. Just a small disclaimer.
Ok. That’s all. I have a busy day today, between going out to lunch and going to the mall. I love the fact that I can forward the phones at the office to my cell phone. I have no clue why I haven’t found a new job yet – it’s obvious that I’m the best employee ever.