Strangers

Everyday as I crawl down Foothill Dr. in a sea of fellow commuters, I pass bus stops.  Bus stops full of strangers.  Strangers who are probably laughing at all of us that make up this massive river of metal and exhaust, just trickling down the street.  Maybe these strangers want to do their part to save the environment.  Perhaps they want to save a little cash.  Or could it be that they just like other people driving them around?  Who knows.  One thing I do know is that while they're laughing at me, I'm laughing right back.

See, in case you don't know, bus stops are marked by these metal posts with signs on the top letting everyone know where the bus will stop.  Sometimes the bus pulls up a little past the sign, while other times it comes up a little short.  Now when I take public transportation I usually stand, you know, by the sign indicating where the bus will stop.  And if someone is already standing there, I join them.  You know, create a little line if you want to be polite or start a little cluster that others would join. We become a group of people all tied together by a common goal with the sign as the center, a beacon if you will, calling the bus to us.

Not these strangers.

These strangers seem to be afraid of each other.  Or maybe they all smell funny.  Or maybe each person is afraid THEY smell so they're trying to do everyone else a favor.  Whatever the case may be, these people stand as FAR                          AWAYfrom each other as possible.  So far away it just looks ridiculous.  Awkward.  Silly.  Superfluous.  (not really that last one, I just like that word).  Seriously, there are about 6 people waiting for the bus and they are spread out in a line that covers the whole block.

I wonder what the bus driver thinks when he pulls up. 
Because I think y'all look a little foolish.

Maybe the driver opens the door and coasts by and all the strangers jump on when he passes them.  I mean, he can't wait all day for them to finish walking the rest of the way to the bus just because all these strangers are afraid of each other.  And it's not just these strangers who do it.  Oh no.  Everyone up and down the street is doing the same thing.  I think they're all lucky the bus even stops.  No one is even standing by the sign.  If I were the driver, I'd probably just pass right on by (guess you're lucky I'm not a bus driver).

I know we all like our personal space.  But come one people!  When did personal space become a 15 foot bubble?  Get a little closer.

Unless you want me to keep laughing at you.

I just ate a delicious chocolate muffin and wish I hadn't

Saying that feels so... wrong.

Glad we had this talk.

Long Weekend to Myself

So Remy and I didn't have to work yesterday (yay).  Don't you just love random holidays?  -Well, random holidays you get paid for not showing up and work anyway? 

Fun fact:  The University of Michigan (and I'm sure many others) don't get President's Day off.  There's another one they don't get, but I can't remember.  So yay for the U and all our paid holidays as well as that extra one in July! {love}

BUT Remy had a guy's weekend in Denver (not yay).  So I had 4 days to myself.  Which was okay...I actually got a TON done on Friday...cleaned the bathroom, did dishes, cleaned and vacuumed the living room, changed the sheets and that was all between 5:30 and 6:45!  I know, I'm amazing!  Then my friend Jesica came on over to keep me company and accompanied me to Zumba on Saturday morning! :)  YAY!  I kept busy the rest of the day too, went to the gym, got ready, eyebrows waxed, hair cut (not so good), a little shopping, cleaned the bedroom, tried to organize the 2nd bedroom but failed miserably, framed and hung a new peice of art in our bedroom (which Remy has yet to notice.  It's above our bed people, not that hard to see),prepared my Primary lesson...I rock!

Sunday I sat on the couch literally ALL DAY!  Because of this:

Look at that!  Could you move if that thing was sleeping on your lap?  I think not!  (even those of you who are thinking the opposite...I dare you to try it when it happens to you!  Trust me, I was in your same shoes!)  Unfortunately those of you who have cats know that they can sleep...and sleep...and sleep....for HOURS!  So that pretty much made up for any productivity I had accomplished the previous days (though I did get my 2 custom subway art orders made-turned out adorable!).  But who cares, I deserve it.  Plus it's Sunday...day of REST...hello.

Unfortunately on Monday I was equally as unproductive.  Oh I had plans.  Big plans.  But what can I say?  I did go to the gym for a while.  I spent 65 minutes on the elliptical which I had never done for that long before, plus some weights.  Having a good book really helps.  I'm just jumping on the Hunger Games bandwagon and loving it so far.

Thank you for joining me on my President's Day weekend journey...it's been fun.  Real fun.

See you next time!

Super Professor

To start, I've never gone to school at a place before where you have to take your assignments to the professor's car. And I use the term "professor" lightly. More like, untrained people who have knowledge about the subject they are attempting to teach the group of young adults sitting in front of them.
Seriously, this lady who teaches my class(is very nice don't get me wrong), gives us assignments and then complains about how much work they are for her. Basically starts asking us to do all these little things to make it easier for HER. Really? Who forced you to assign that in the first place? That would be no one. So don't give me an assignment and then try to make me feel guilty about turning it in because it's such a burden on you.
So to make my burden of an assignment easier, after class we get to go straight to her car to drop off the burden. Well, today after class I was chatting for literally 2 minutes with a girl in my class as I made an adjustment to my burden. She and I walked outside...and poof...the teacher was gone! Really? Did that just happen? Now the question is if she'll believe us and let us get full credit. If not, I think I'll have to throw a little tantrum.

I happen to be watching Seinfeld and let me tell you I am NOT sad the '90's are over! Poor Elaine! Picture an ankle length skirt that buttons up in the front, but only to above the knee, white socks folded down and some sort of black, tied dress shoe. Oh, don't forget the floral vest!