This is why I blog.

I blog for myself.

I don't blog because I think that I have anything particularly interesting to say (which doesn't mean that I don't) or because I think people care to read about my life.

I don't blog to gain anyone's approval.

I blog because there are thoughts in my head that I need to get out.  Sometimes these thoughts are easier to share with strangers.  Strangers don't judge you (but if they do, you can delete their comments and leave them out to dry in interwebs limbo).  Strangers don't interpret your comments as spiteful (but if they do, delete them).

I blog because I have awkward/comedic moments in my life and I want to share.

That is why I blog.  For the record.

New blog address, new chapter.  Get ready.
A

"I dream of painting, and then I paint my dream." -Van Gogh

I majored in Art History in college.  I started out with a sensible major (Business Economics), but I quickly changed during the second semester of my sophomore year.  I took my first Economics class and understood nothing.  I love Art History.

If you share my love of art, you will LOVE this: Google Art Project

It's so magical that I can't even describe it.  To see Van Gogh's brush strokes...to see Cuyp's insane details...to see the magnificence of Versailles...

*swoon*

Pardon me while I go drool over artwork at my desk.
A

Inappropriate laughter

Today is one of those days.  It's yucky and rainy and nothing is going right.  I was looking through my Blackberry at my pictures and I found some that made me giggle.  I decided that I should share these with you, my lovely followers.  Enjoy!

I babysit this sweet little girl and I tried to take a picture of her smiling.  This is what I got.  Even better.

Do I stop?  Or do I go?

Best pizza delivery van ever.  TMNT for life.

I pass this church on my way to my parents' house.  I don't even know what to say.

Don't get greedy, now.

"FLU SHOTS HERE" sign fail.  

I was reading through old work orders for a client and came across this gem.  That's an "L," not a "C."  (Give it a second...)

I found this Nutcracker head when I used to work at The Children's Museum.

Variations of this ad were all over the Tube stations in London.  www.loveyourvagina.com  Go on, I dare you.

This is a toy vending machine thing at the movie theater.  Couldn't they have come up with a better name?

How to write in Braille:
Step 6: Laugh at Steo 5.
Step7: Go to Hell.  You're a cruel person for laughing.

Hearts and sparkles,

A

Everybody poops.

My morning at the office started out on a painfully awkward note.
My coworker came into the office a little before 9am.  She stood in the lobby and wrinkled up her nose.  "It smells bad in here.  Does anyone else smell that??  It's terrible!"  I walked through the lobby on my way to the kitchen, and sure enough, it stunk.  About that time, my boss emerged from the restroom.  He looked at me, very embarrassed, and sighed.  OMG.  I was about as uncomfortable as I was after seeing Black Swan.  And I wasn't even the one that had said something.

Pooping in the office is awk.  Just throwing that out there.

On a more serious note, today marks the one month anniversary of Granddaddy's death.  I miss him everyday.  Every.  Single.  Day.

Love and Rockets,
A

Some people are cray cray.

I am on dumbass overload today.  I can't handle another stupid person.  Yes, I am cranky, but I am justified in feeling this way.  I started off my day by receiving a rude email.  Now I'm dealing with a potential client who changes her mind every two seconds.  Is it 5 o'clock yet?

Immediately after work, I'm heading to the gas station to fuel up, and then I'm heading to a dinner meeting.  I'm an advisor for my sorority and we are having a meeting at the Cracker Barrel tonight.  We are a classy group of ladies.  I hope there will be a lot of chewing and not a lot of talking.  I'm not really in the mood to talk.  But speaking of my sorority... Today is Kappa Alpha Theta's Founders Day!  I'm so happy to have my sisters as a part of my life!

Ok, you can stop gagging...the sappy moment is over now.

I almost forgot to tell you about yesterday!  Whew, that was a close one!  We have a older man that comes about every six weeks to wash our windows at the office.  He used to be homeless but he started his own window washing business and now makes a little living for himself.  He didn't strike it rich or anything, but he makes do.  He came in to my office to get the check I had for him and struck up a conversation with me.  I politely responded, while trying to focus on my work.  That didn't work.  He started telling me about his passion for astronomy and asked if he could show me some pictures.  Before I had a chance to respond, he whipped out his cell phone.  He started showing me pictures on his phone that he "took."  (By that, I mean he says he shot them but he really just took a picture of a picture in a book.)  He starts telling me that he took these pictures of the planets and constellations and that he'd seen God in the constellation Orion.  I'm not one to judge, and I believe that God presents Himself in different ways to different people, so I smiled and nodded.  He ran out to his car and brought me pictures that he claimed he taken and sent to NASA.  (Again, photos of photos in a book.)  He told me how he'd prayed to God to reveal Himself and pointed to the picture to show me where he saw God's face.  This whole discussion lasted for about half an hour.  I was alone in the office with Mr. Window Washer looking for faces in space.  Very interesting...

A close-up of the constellation Orion.  Apparently I'm supposed to see a dove and the face of God.

There's supposedly a rabbit and a little girl here.  He said something about the entrance to Heaven has something to do with children.  Clearly, I thought it was a little creepy.

Mr. Window Washer is a little cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs, if you know what I mean.

*I wrote this post yesterday and forgot to hit publish.  Oops.

My hygiene products are trying to murder me.

My morning started out on a not-so-awesome note.  Stupid shower.

Let me tell you a little bit about the shower set-up.  I know everyone knows what a shower looks like, so don't get me wrong.  My shower has a built-in shelf up in the right corner of the shower (if you're facing the faucet).  That's where the various bottles of shampoo live.  There is also a wire caddy thing hanging from the shower head.  That's where the razors and other stuff live.  Well, this wire caddy thing has a removable shelf, which I removed recently because it kept falling down.  I stuck it up on the shelf with the shampoo.  This morning, as I was groggily soaping up, it happened.  Shampoo bottles and the removed wire shelf leaped off the top shelf and land square on the top of my foot.  My good foot.  It's not so good anymore.  I've got a big bruise on my foot and I just discovered one on my knee.  Clearly, I am a hot mess.

Who knew showering could be so dangerous?!

Has anyone else ever been injured while minding their own business?

Sad faces,
A

I can't make this stuff up.

I get to work this morning a few minutes before 8am and I am the only one there besides my boss.  As I open the front door, I hear it.  It's not a sound you'd expect before 8am.  What was it? Bagpipes.  The Red Hot Chili Pipers, to be exact.  Serious as a heart attack, yo.  It's too early for bagpipes.

I'm going to get a mega-sized cup of coffee now.

You're welcome,

A