that verklempt feeling

I hate-love coming across words I don't know. I hate it because it's frusturating to be reading along and then walah there's a foreign word you have absolutely no idea what it is and why you have never seen it before. I love seeing these words because I usually look it up and then I feel that much smarter :)

My word I saw today I actually saw TWICE. I love this new word, it's a nice adjective. This is where I found it, "Every time I left the ALAG space for the day, I noticed a certain thickness rising in my throat, that verklempt feeling I always get at the end of It's a Wonderful Life and whenever I see young girls as happy and carefree as they deserve to be." Then I saw it used later in this sentence, "I smiled at their frenetic raindance, an expression of sheer, youthful joy, and fell back to sleep. A rather verklempt sleep, I should add."

Looked up my new unknown word, verklempt, and it means "overcome with emotion". I usually cry when I am verklempt. I picture the heart overflowing with emotions and that is directly connected to the eyes and therefore tears come pouring out because your heart pushed it out. That's my only explanation of why people cry when they are happy.

I hope you have verklempt feelings this week during the Christmas season.

next wednesday

I forgot to add,
The real question is... Should we dare go next week? Will any of those 5o people staring at us remember the exact same outfits.

I say we'll be going again. What do you guess?

"Girls, the Christmas party is next week."

If any of you know Jess, she likes to be early to any event. And if she is not early, at least be right on time. Last night she took being early a little too far :)

On Tuesday Jess gets Aris and I all pumped for Tin Roof's Christmas Tacky Party on Wednesday night. She tells her new guy friend to come, she tells a couple of our other friends to meet us there.

After I go hiking I go and shop for a tacky something to wear to this shindig. Finally find something that wasn't $40. After going to a movie with my roommate, I get home and change into my outfit, put some makeup on, and poof and hairspray my hair. Jess and Aris pull up and off we go. Even the ride over was pretty eventful since another car was one inch from colliding into us on demonbreum. We scream and give the other car glare looks then park.

We get out with Jess in her tree skirt acting as her skirt for the night, a sequined Christmas vest and reindeer ears; Aris holding a box of playdoh and wearing a santa hat, turtleneck, big green necklace, and red corduroy dress; Me, holding a 4 square foot box of play food, wore a Santa shirt that said "I Believe" and red earrings. We come in and the people by the door all laughed at Jess's outfit and loved it. Then we walk one more step and another guy yelled at us, "Girls, you know the Christmas party is next week!" Jess of course was smart and said, "Oh, we just came from a Christmas party." We looked around and absolutely no one was even in red or green, let alone tacky Christmas apparel. Aris whispered, "We must leave now." We just nodded in agreement. So we grabbed our gifts, ran across the street, stepped in dog poop, and laughed for a good 10 minutes and more while we scraped poop off our feet.

weird tip

This may not strike anyone else into thinking this tip is weird, but I sure did! It is the only tip I've never been able to explain mathematically. I put it in the computer and wrote it down right away so I could somehow figure it out at home. I actually put it on my bulletin board in my room just because I thought... it might be nice to figure it out, or to look at it, or maybe just to blog about it sometime.

Her credit card bill was $42.12, She gave me a tip of $7.70, and her total was $49.82.

Adding $7.70 did not make it a whole number, nor did adding $7.70 make it an exact percentage of the bill.

If you have any ideas, let me know.

And I wanted to give a shout out to "Modern Gal" who posted a comment on reusable bags. I didn't know people other than my friends and family read my blog :) thanks for stopping by and reading.

I need water, not A1 in my water

When I'm at work, I get extremely thirsty. I guess you can't leave drinks out because it's a health hazard I guess. Although, why does everyone else in the restaurant get to leave their drinks sitting next to them but I can't leave my water out? So we are supposed to put water in a cup, take a sip out of the cup then put it right in the bus tub. It works okay but sometimes you just want a sip and it seems like a waste of time to do all of that. So I go thirsty most of the time.

I have tried to leave my cups out, even though it is against code but they dissappear into the bus tub after one minute anyway. I have thought about bringing in my glass water bottle I drink out of at home, but it is way to large to put on any shelf. And I tried bringing my roommate's plastic bottle to work, but I don't like the taste of water in plastic and it tipped over once and soaked my entire purse. I don't want to go back to buying plastic water bottles either.

This past Saturday I thought I had come up with a great solution. We have to go cups with lids, so i decided to put my water in one of those cups with a straw and put it behind the iced tea containers. I loved it! I would take a little sip from my cup every time I would pass it. No one was throwing it away and I was staying hydrated.

Well, my great idea ended when some of the guy servers found my cup. I had a little break where none of my tables needed me and I walk to my cup and take a big sip from it. I spit it everywhere. My water was now full of A1 sauce and completely disgusting. There goes my great idea of leaving my cup out.

Now I'm back to grabbing a cup, putting a sip worths of water in it, drinking it, putting it in the bus tub and moving on.

is anyboday too young for split ends?

I was sitting somewhere and waiting, don't remember where actually. I was looking at the ends of my hair examining for split ends. Some guy next to me said, "You're a little too young for split ends, aren't ya?" Huh? I didn't respond, I probably just gave him one of my weird looks.

He obviously knows nothing about hair. A 5 year old swimming a lot in the summer can get split ends.

Correct me if I'm wrong on this one!

reusable bags

two reusable shopping bag stories...

Marshalls has these huge reusable bags that are really cute. They are not a big green color that says PUBLIX on it or whatever the business is. The bag looked like pretty wallpaper. I was buying a coat so I decided to buy the big cute reusable bag also. The cashier scans the coat puts it in a plastic bag. She scans my bag and puts that in the big plastic bag. I interrupted her and told her I would like my coat in the bag I just bought so I don't have to use the plastic bag. She said, "Oh! Ok!" I didn't think I thought of that great of an idea. That is the point of buying the reusable bags.

This bag was a pretty big one, so I thought I probably needed another reusable bag that was a little smaller in size. So when I was at Office Max the other day using my gift card, they had a few that were really cool too! Once again the cashier scans my small items and puts them in a plastic bag. Scans my reusable bag and puts that in the plastic bag as well. I again interrupted the cashier and told her she could just put the small items in the bag I just bought. She took out my reusable shopping bag, opened it, and then put the small items still in the plastic bag right in the bag I just bought.

I don't know why I thought these instances were so peculiar. Why use the reusable shopping bags if the cashiers don't like to use them. Especially when she put them in the plastic bags and THEN put them in my shopping bag.

Now I just have to remember to actually use these shopping bags when I go in stores!