Thursday, February 18, 2010

Guilty Conscience = Text, Email = Guess the Mystery Friend(s)

I’ve spent the past 48 hours getting texts and emails from friends about my last blog post. One of my favorites asked if I had converted to Catholicism, most of them were either apologies or “are you talking about…?” messages.

For whatever it’s worth it seems that people with a guilty conscience send text message apologies and inquiring minds send emails.

Some emails read like a narration of the children’s game of Guess Who?

“Does this person have blonde hair?”
“Did this person wear a green coat today?”
“Does this person wear oval glasses?”

The texts were more simple and to the point.
“So I’m an ass, but you’ve known that for years – sorry my ass’ness got bigger over the holidays. In more ways than one”

In any event – my post wasn’t to point fingers, more to illustrate that the abrasive nature of some has finally rubbed me raw. Some might say if you can’t be yourself around your friends, where then can you be yourself? In the case of those registering high on the Richter scale of rudeness – you should really monitor yourself better or go be yourself by yourself.

And please stop guessing and blurting names (it's very telling of what you think of others too).

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Lent 2010: I’m giving up rude friends

If it's possible to do - I want to know how.


You know the type, that friend that is always at the ready with backhanded compliments. The one that takes advantage of you and what you offer, they don’t appreciate what you contribute to their life and are nice when it suits their purposes. There is that “friend” that wouldn’t throw you under the bus but they would gladly let you walk in front of one to have a good laugh. Boiled down to simple terms, it’s the type of person that is persistently insincere, ungrateful and borderline clueless. It’s the last characteristic that is most frustrating because it enables the behavior, it allow for a perpetual escape clause of rudeness.


Exhibit A: Self-serving and scene stealing

Exhibit B: You're always being told to apologize


If we don’t talk for the next 47 days – I may have just given you up for Lent.


Then again, I’m not Catholic and it’s not really possible to give up lame friends (but that won't stop me from trying).

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Have you found your Calling in life?

The things you see when you wonder around the Salt Palace Convention Center during the Hunting Expo (& Tattoo Convention) are flat-out amazing.

I had to take this picture on the sly and keep moving - never heard a "gobble gobble" but all the camo, tight-fitting Wranglers, boots, and mounted animals kept me on my best behavior.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

I'll take "Things with a Face" for $200 Alex

Cabin Fever + iPhone = Random Photo Themes

Inspired by a conversation I had with JL about Brittany (Bretagne) France and a gargoyle I picked up at le Mont Saint-Michael (2nd picture below), I started with the "see, I told you I have one" photo and then progressed into "what else in my place has a face?"

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Old Habits Tie, er Die Hard


Is it wrong that I got excited at the fact one of my favorite stores in the U.K finally ships to the U.S.? After all, this is the store responsible for my addiction to ties (see my previous blog post on the matter). Some men collect watches, others cars, other sports memorabilia...I have a modest-sized tie collection.

If you have never heard of NEXT check out their U.S. website...it's worth wasting a few minutes there searching through sections for men, women, and children. Your wallet might hate me but you can thank me later.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

I tried my hand at being artsy while home sick Monday. Not too bad, huh?

Did you forget your bowling ball?

Someone left an orphaned bowling ball (no hand holes drilled in it yet) on its stand outside of the doors at work. It instantly initiated a few theories (& a few worries) of why it was left there but by the end of the day it was as ignored and accepted like any other feature of the building.

*I believe the ball was adopted and received an extreme makeover by a coworker.