Stone Cold

I'm sitting at the front desk at work (I have four days left at this job and have been asked to return up here while they continue to look for my replacement), and in walks a man looking for one of our execs. Picture a long pony tail, khaki shirt, mis-matching khaki shorts, and boots. He calls himself Stone Bob. He asks me about the company and how long we've been in this new building, and then all of a sudden the discussion turns whack.

"Is it a bunch of gay guys?" he asks. And then in response to my look of utter confusion, continues, "Or is it lesbians?" I respond with something completely unintelligent to try to pass onto something else. Up walks the exec, and as they're walking into one of the conference rooms--the first stop on the tour, I presume--he turns, looking over his shoulder and says, "Do you know so-and-so?" I do. "He's both gay AND a lesbian." And the door shuts behind him.

So, I'm left still sitting at the desk wondering what exactly just happened. Who's this Stone Bob and what business does he have here? What makes him think that those kinds of questions are a. appropriate EVER, b. appropriate for a place of business, or c. appropriate to ask someone who may or may not be gay or lesbian? Although, I am neither (can you be both at one time?), he doesn't know that. And, from the look on his face, I'm the only one here that thinks this is ridiculous. Actually, it seems that Stone Bob thinks that this is funny. Am I taking myself too seriously on this one? That happens sometimes :)

Things I've Decided You Should Know About

1. Pasadena, California just passed a no cursing law for the first week of every March. I'm a bit confused with this seeing how we have that little amendment entitling free speech. Interesting. Also, when I was telling this to my roommates last night, Ginny thought I meant Pasadena, MD. Gotta love a Maryland girl!

2. Bree passed this blog on to me the other day and I've been highly entertained by it ever since. It's called "Stuff White People Like." I think that should be enough of a teaser to get you interested :)

3. It's Friday. I love Friday. I know I'm not original, but just give this one to me, please. You can have next Friday if it'll make you happy.

Hiking Lake Poway

Lori, Emily, and I went hiking this past Saturday around Lake Poway. We took the girl's puppies--Rocco and Zeus--with us on the walk. They loved jumping around in the mud and scaring the geese, of course :) It was such an amazing walk, though. The fires this past autumn went right through the Poway/Rancho Bernardo area, and this was my first time seeing the effects of the disaster. I can't believe how much damage was done to that area. The charred, leaf-less trees were striking. The black sticks sprouted out of the rocky terrain. They must be the pioneers of Lake Poway. Maybe in a few months there will be bushes or something else to help the vegetation grow upwards. Anyway, it was surreal to be a part of the fires, and I see that I'll continue to be affected by them at least for a little while longer. Check out the pictures on http://www.flickr.com/. Or try this: pictures.

Embarassing Tale

Let's just get right to it: I farted in yoga last night. We were three students and one instructor in a 9' x 9' dimly lit room. We were doing some sort of sun or dolphin or ashanti pose (I have no clue; they're really all the same to me). My legs were spread apart, my tailbone was tucked in, my arms were outstretched. I was IN the pose. The energy was flowing out of my out-stretched fingertips. In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose, out through the...FLOP! It was short and sweet. Frankly, it could have been the mat on the floor as far as the other three members of our crew were conscerned. Regardless, I immediately locked eyes with my mirrored image and continued on my way. The backwards headstand proved a challenge in self-control, but I managed to last the rest of the one-hour class without any more, shall we say, hiccups. Maybe releasing my toxins will help me reach nirvana. Or maybe it's just an embarassing tale.

I'm Living the Life of a Muppet

It has come to my attention that as a child I may have taken the Muppets from "Sesame Street" a bit too seriously. It's Friday, and Bree and I (my co-receptionist, meaning we share the same desk) are in dire need of both sleep AND a martini. And when these desperations come together, what occurs is a conversation much like this (whilst playing online Scrabble):

Bree: Your turn.
Me: What?
Bree: You.
Me: Meh?
Bree: Huh?
Me: Muh?
Bree: Muh.

We have very intelligent conversations. Today, the noises became increasingly rediculous and inelligable (it's been a long week and a longer day) and I realized that we sound like those red muppets I'll now refer to as the muhmuhs. Side note: if anyone knows what these guys are called, your help is much appreciated. I cannot, for some reason, get Jeeves to answer "Who are the Muppet muhmuhs?"

While I was looking on youtube for a Muppet video to help in sleuthing out the muhmuhs' real name, I fell upon Beaker. Might he be what I'm mistaking as the muhmuhs? Answer: no, however, he is in fact the character that Justin compares me to when I whine. I had no idea I was so unoriginal! Nor did I realize that this was what he was doing when my voice turns to the high-pitch range, something that's hard to listen to, I'd imagine, since my voice on a normal day sounds like a mouse on helium.

So, I leave work today wondering if it's just these two Muppets that I embibe, or, as I suspect, is my hole life ONE BIG MUPPET SHOW?

PS. Here's a video of Beaker with a Nose Warmer, and as a half-breed Jew or Italian (the NOSE!), I can say with certainty that this invention is genius. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7S3K9kEASOw&feature=related