Ironic

So, yesterday around 5pm this young, clean cut guy comes to the door selling security alarm systems. Yadda, yadda....every once in awhile I think to myself, "He left the front fence gate open." I am dog sitting for a little Cavalier King Charles Spaniel for a couple weeks. It is so cute.

So we're talking and chewing the fat about neighborhood crime, etc. He finally leaves and I ask the dogs if they are ready to eat!? Then I realize I only have one dog. My dog. I went all through the house calling the missing dog. Finally I realized it MUST have gone out the front door at some point and out through the front gate. I had to wait for the alarm guys to finish installing the system before I could go look for this dog. What a nightmare. I called a friend who posted the lost doggie on the neighborhood internet and also got in her car and started driving around looking for the dog even before I could leave my house because of the "security" people.

Finally found the dog, this little, delicate dog, traveled down 2 and a half blocks, up 1 block and over 2 houses to her own fenced in yard. No one knows how she got in her yard. I think the neighbor next door, who was outside, saw her and let her in her yard.

How embarrassing. How thankful I am that we found her and that she didn't get run over! One of the roads she had to cross is nicknamed by me, "Highway of Death." All I knew I learned from sitcom TV. If I couldn't find her or she was definitely run over, I was going to have to start looking for a dog who looked exactly like this dog to replace it, but of course, as we know with all sitcoms, that never works for very long.
So much for security.

Sincerely, don't you think?

I was pondering the post of April 24, 2008 and while that post was sincerely meant to be funny, the truth about "Administrative Professionals' Day" (aka, Secretary's Day), is I think we all would prefer a nice, pleasant, mostly helpful, competent, and supportive boss/employer who NEVER remembers any little gift/card giving time than an oppressive, micromanaging, rude, arrogant, _______ (fill in the blank) boss/employer who remembers gift/card giving times. I'm pretty sure I'd get a 99% agreement on that.

So, thanks to all the wonderful employers/bosses that we work for.

"We are experiencing an unusually high call volume..."

Right. If your company has to keep such a message on your phone system, I guess it's time to employ more people, say on Monday mornings or Friday afternoons or any other time you've had to play this message regularly. I'm sure your company is tracking this kind of thing. I'm getting tired of hearing it. It's a convenient excuse for keeping us on holllllllddddddddddddddddddddddd.

This post is my little bit of sarcasm for the month. :)

Call the Fire Department

The other day a friend had a birthday party for her little boy who turned 2 years old. I noticed a fire truck parked around back for the event! Cool. Then I thought, that's what I need to do, have a birthday party for myself and make sure single firefighters bring the fire truck to my house. Maybe just one of them would be interested in a relationship lasting longer than my birthday party? Maybe not. :)

Thanks again, for nothing!

My housemate just told me to please eat her chocolate cake that she bought on impulse at the supermarket. She had one piece and wants me to eat the rest... That might be a generous gesture if 1) it was my birthday (it's not) or 2) I didn't need to lose over 100 pounds (which I do) or 3) I'm from a country where the government starves its people (I'm not).

So, thanks for nothing! I told her to take it to her daughter's house. Sigh!

Turretts/Tourettes

Friday night I was enjoying myself at the home of a woman who does scrapbooking at least once a month (and actually on Tuesday evenings as well). Fortunately or unfortunately I was my "usual" self, laughing, saying things that made others laugh--I was supposed to be accessing the local wifi so I could upload photos to snapfish.com for developing, but I never did get online, so I did a lot more talking than even is usual for me--and our hostess said, "You never know what is going to come out of Marylu's mouth. It's like having a friend with tourettes!"
I am alternately flattered and concerned, but mostly flattered. Then again...

I thought that was one of the funniest, if not THE funniest thing ever said about me/my personality. I've been told as early as in my 20s, "Marylu, you are a piece of work." "You are funny. You should be a stand-up comedian." "Marylu, you are crazy." I am under no delusions about the stand up thing. My little group of acquaintences may think I'm funny, but I know if I were placed in a different or larger group, folks would not find me so much funny as irritating. So, Ellen can keep her day job.

Orbisonyish Sunglasses

Coincidentally, this morning I could not find my glasses and my new sunglasses have arrived at the store. I've looked everywhere at least twice for my regular glasses. I went to pick up my sunglasses and have been a little worried that people will think that Roy Orbison has been raised from the dead. I liked the frames when I first purchased them, but...conerned. I do like them! But, I think they will remind some of Roy. "I'm crying, crying, cryyyyyying..."

Found my glasses as soon as I got home from work today. I happened to look in a half filled Kleenex box. There they were. I think I have put them there a couple times, but I try to say to myself before I go to sleep, "Remember, you put your glasses in the tissue box. They are in the tissue box." Since they don't have regular frames it is also hard to see them. You can only really see the ear pieces.