Last weekend, I discovered my pair of sneakers went missing. They were pretty new, maybe worn once or twice indoors. I kept them in the basement in the shoe box they came in. Anyway, when I went to get them, I realized the shoe box was empty. Yet one more thing the burglars nabbed. So I went shoe shopping for a replacement and wouldn’t you know it, I now have three new pairs of sneakers. How many pairs of sneakers does a girl need right? *sigh*

Do you sometimes ever get the weird feeling that you’re really a clueless dolt?  I’m feeling that way today.  I can’t believe I’m employed!  Geez, it’s amazing how little I know and yet I can get by with that.  I think most days I’m making stuff up as I go, talking like I know, even though, surprise!  I haven’t the foggiest!  Hehe.  Don’t tell my boss and my future bosses.  This idiot would like to keep on working. 

Next topic (now there’s a nice segue) - I’m going on four weeks with no coffee.  Wasn’t trying to quit, just didn’t feel like having it.  So yeah, I got 3 years worth of filters then up and stopped drinking the stuff.  My coffee habit just gave me the middle finger.  It’s the 80 degree weather.  Beautiful.  

Next topic (this is scary, now you kinda’ know how my brain jumps from one thing to the other) - I lost the NCAA basketball pool.  Bugger that, I hate basketball.  Next year, *shake fist* I’ll show ’em! 

It’s still make up. I’ve been watching too much America’s Next Top Model.

Let’s talk about brushes today. How can this new obsession fully blossom without the right equipment? Yet I didn’t want to spend a lot on fancy schmancy sets. C’mon, I use thigh cream as a foundation primer. So I heard that paint brushes make excellent substitutes for makeup brushes. I would’ve never guessed, but thinking about it, it makes sense.

Got these at a crafts store today. After this craze passes, these brushes serve a dual purpose as actual paint brushes. Yes!

I have not written anything for a few days because I’ve been busy trying to straighten out the stuff going on at home. Coupled with this cold I’ve been trying to shake for almost 2 weeks and you see me, just like this: Sloth-like - Besides the blog-slacking, I haven’t been to the gym in over two weeks. And slow-minded - coworkers are talking to a blank stare.

Oh right, the title says 2 things. What was I gonna say?? This isn’t one of the two things, but I just wanted to say that the sun thing and the time change thing? Wow what a difference. Also, the burglary made me appreciate the stuff they didn’t take. Just a few minutes ago, I was all bummed out about losing my Metro card. Turns out they left it in my purse. Yay!

Ok seriously, let’s get on with the 2 things. This is the third attempt. One, not having any credit card is hard these days. This, coming from someone who’s not much of a credit card user. Not having it though, royal pain in the rear. Plus, I feel weird without that just-in-case emergency backup. Two, went to Costco today to get my tires rotated, and saw the weirdest product. Kobe beef jerky. Not that I know much about jerky, but Kobe? Seems like a waste of perfectly good meat. Maybe it’s not really Kobe beef? Ok, that’s enough thinking for today. I couldn’t even segue properly. Sorry you had to read this brain poop.

Yeah. Not cool. They took 4 purses, a painting, a DVD player, a piece of luggage (filled with photos from my dad’s childhood). They busted 2 windows, left 2 doors open, and 4 lights on. They came upstairs. We slept through it.

Glass strewn about the floor is very hard to clean up.

I notified the police, canceled credit cards, temporarily suspended the cell phone, got a new drivers license. It’s hard to even remember what I had.

The same day, our neighbor brought over the 4 purses he found in his backyard. It had a piece of paper with our address on it so he was able to find us. They were, for the most part, cleaned out.

Glad no one got hurt - except now I lock the door to the study when I’m home alone.

This past week, I went online shopping - all face and skin products. I got a number of face washes, creams, and toners to try, and for fun, an eyelash curler. Goodness knows I haven’t the foggiest idea how to use that eyeball smashing contraption but it can’t be that hard right?

The housemates are going on vacation soon so I’ll be running the ship for the next week or so. My goal is to not surprise them with a messy house upon their return. The bummer part of it is having to eat by myself. I like having others around while I’m eating. Food tastes better with that social element. This coming from The Antisocial One. Blah. Maybe I’ll call someone and slurp and chew over the phone. Now there’s an idea. Any volunteers?

When I first signed up to be a uh… public servant, I had the intention of, at the bare minimum, staying for three years.  The thought of it (to my ADD-addled mind) was daunting - three whole years!  Then, as I went from one sketchy place to another, it seemed like the longer I was here, the further away that proverbial light at the end of the tunnel seemed to be.  Of course, time passes so quickly in hindsight and now that I’ve made it, all of my memories have somehow turned a tinge of rosy pink.  Here’s how distorted my memories are: Abusive Drunk Boss is now the funniest experience for me during these past three years.  So much so, I’ve caught myself wanting to go back and work there!  I won’t.  But it’s crossed my mind.   

I’ve learned so much, made some friends, had time to keep up with friends, and had time for myself.  This was the right decision (thanks MeanFace! - aka my career counselor).  Today marks the end of the third year and I plan on staying (for now).  But it feels good to be a free woman.          

Holy cow I had no idea I was craving shopping until I actually went shopping. There are just so many things coming at you. Bags, wallets, shirts, sweaters, skirts, shoes, wacky stockings, everything! I didn’t plan on getting anything but you know how that goes. Well maybe you don’t, but I do. It never fails, I find a cute pair of jeans which accentuate whatever it is I happen to be focusing on in the mirror, usually done by some illusionary dramatic lighting in the dressing rooms. Then boom… I’m at the check out line getting yet another pair of cute jeans. Ahh… I’m melting in a puddle of shopping bliss. Let me just wallow in it a bit longer. At least until the credit card bill arrives.

Didn’t get jeans this time. I got shoes!! They look great with jeans or work pants. Go me!

Y’know when you get a song stuck in your head, sometimes you don’t even realize you’re singing and humming?

So I was all “Gimme-gimme, <more> gimme, <more> gimme-gimme <more>.” And my mom goes, “WHAT do you want?” :p Man that song gets stuck in my head all the time!

At least I covered my daily art for Lent. Britney is art right? Hey, if sparkly eyeliner counts, then this does too. I make the rules.