I go to college: that's the ticket!

Saw this ticket sticking out of the top of a trashcan today while walking across campus.

 

Conclusions to be drawn:

1. This trashcan was illegally parked in the Haymaker North lot.

OR

2. This student is going to have a problem next time they try to enroll, graduate, etc.

really?  In whose mind is this the best solution?

but i made it...

Yea, I know...I'm still in denial. Sorry. Just haven't "felt it". when it comes to blogging lately. But I am tired of getting harassed by people to update it. (aka...2 people sort of mentioned it to me in passing....yes, i'm very sensitive)

Anyway, I thought I would share my latest self-induced problem.

See last week when a friend stopped by to visit me in my office I was absentmindedly playing with a piece of scotch tape while we were chatting (yea, not sure why either), but I was delighted to find that I made THIS:::::

Yes, a little tape star that I put on my volume dial on my keyboard. (isn't it lovely).

It is.

It is a GIANT PAIN!!! IT IS ALWAYS IN THE WAY -- WHENEVER SOMEONE CALLS AND I NEED TO TURN THE VOLUME DOWN, ETC...IT IS SO HARD TO USE WITH THAT STUPID TAPE STAR ON THERE.

So you are thinking "so just take it off". excellent suggestion. only I can't. not sure why. I just want it to stay.

I have created my own little hell with a piece of scotch tape.

Yes. I am aware that some people have "actual problems".

denial.

sigh.

okay.

fine.

happy new year.

there.

wondering why I have been absent from this blog for the past 18 days?

denial.

the spring is busy.

really busy.

nights and weekends at work loom.

we have to move.

i hate moving.

we will be helping my parents move.

i hate moving.

i hate lifting boxes.

i hate trying to get things to fit into boxes most compactly, yet so nothing will break.

i hate wondering which box that one thing i need is in.

oh. also, we have to find a place to move to.

buy?

rent?

yurt, has been mentioned as an option.

i should take my Christmas decor down.

it's january 18, afterall.

sigh.

i hate taking Christmas decor down.

and packing it so it will all fit.

but not break.

then you always forget that one decoration.

and it never finds it way to the holiday tubs.


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but, it's time.

Andy's birthday is in a few days.

i'm guessing it wouldn't be okay if i skipped it.

so.

out of denial i come.

it's january.

happy new year.

let's do this.

wordizzle from baby j: meooowww

this is why we can't be friends: which one of these is not like the other?

I'm anal...errrr ummm... detail oriented. But Andy takes it to a whole new RIDICULOUS level:

This is Andy laying out all of his socks...

Then meticulously inspecting and matching them up so the "right" exactly the same pair of white socks get paired together.

You wouldn't even believe me if I told you how much time is spent on this.

oh wait, there's more. The above matching method is for white socks only.

Wool socks get special treatment. They are "marked" so that he KNOWS FOR SURE which sock goes with which.

This pair each has a black line on it...

I was told that this pair didn't need to be marked because you can look at the heels and according to Andy, "you can tell that they are friends"...

These are wool sock liners, also privy to the "special treatment"...the one of the right has a faded red dot, the one on the left, 2 black lines...

Okay, so I knew about the anal laying out the socks matching thing...but I just found out about the wool sock coding system last night...although apparently it started when we lived in Estes Park.

Andy, this is why we can't be friends..

oh...wow...yea...i didn't even notice...i guess that is snow....











I'M AWESOME. THIS SNOW ROCKS.

CANDYCANE REINDEER!!

This is Fred. He is my friend that will be hanging out with me until Christmas!

unless I eat him...