As an addendum to the last post, on facebook today someone posted a random picture of missionaries in Rome. Guess who was in it? Go on guess!! Okay I'll tell you....
That girl in the middle (white skirt and blue blouse)...that's Whitney!! Pretty random, huh?
Whitney just informed me (via email) that she has been transferred to Cagliari! (Cagliari is the capital city on the island of Sardinia.) In case you’re confused, geographically speaking, here is a map:
(It's the island off the coast to the left...no, not the one at the bottom, that's Sicily, middle-top left...there you go, that's the one!)
At her request, I googled some images. All I can say is, "Amazing"; it is unbelievably beautiful.
If you don't believe me, here's some proof:
See what I mean? Bellissima!! (Those last two images are market pics, not scenery pics - in case you got confused. Food is pretty too; especially shellfish, mushrooms and prickly pears.)
*Sigh* Let's book a flight there, pronto!!
Don’t say anything at all...don’t even blog about it. You should be proud of my self-restraint.
As a follow up to my last post, I would just like to say that that "enlargement" email corrupted my Internet Explorer and I had to make an emergency call to TSS (our tech support) to fix it. So, I take it back; I am glad it happened at work. I don't want to fry my home computer!
“Never had a penis…and that’s something we have in common!”
Recently my inbox has been inundated with a variety of penis enlarging emails/products. Why? I don’t know; this never happened until a few months ago. It goes without saying that these messages get junked. Today, however, one nasty bastard refused to stay junked and opened instead in a new window! Really? While I’m at work no less! Oopsies… Luckily the coworker who sits near me had gone home for the day.
I’m thinking of forwarding these messages to certain persons…would that be rude? :D
Dearest Self,
I realize that we are very into preservation right now, but there comes a time when you need to STOP acting like a detached bitch and be yourself. That shouldn’t be too difficult, should it? We are nice. We are fun! We are friendly and polite to everyone! (We are also very Dr. Seuss, apparently.) Let’s be a little less “too cool for school” and start showing our cards, painful though this may be. You can’t hide in the corner forever. Eventually we’ll have to step into life and do something real for a change. If we can be nice to the most ridiculous of acquaintances, we can be nice to those we actually care about. If you want to be happy, let’s change our ways. Unless of course you want to look back ten years from now and realize the poor outcome was entirely your fault. Your choice.
Be Brave!
Me
Do you ever feel like you do and say the wrong thing in every important situation? And then chastise yourself for doing the exact thing you told yourself you wouldn’t (in this case, overreact and get pissed off)? And then do this over and over and over again over the course of a few months?
I went to the Seattle Art Museum last night (no, I didn’t see the Andrew Wyeth exhibit, not yet) and it was fabulous! I love first Thursdays; I need to take more advantage of this wonderful service! Anyway, there were a couple things that made this experience less than desirable:
As Sarah and I were driving past the museum, I recognized someone walking in. Someone creepy. Tiny little bit of back-story…There is a student at Shoreline who creeps me out more than any other guy I have ever met. More than club guys, more than anyone (and I’m not a nervous sort.) He’d come up to my desk almost everyday, sometimes multiple times a day. He never said anything overt, but the way he said things to me made me hugely uncomfortable. Luckily he’s transferred now, but towards the end of his enrollment I would run into a coworkers office and hide there until he left (he would linger at my desk, look down the hall – presumably knowing I was there because my coworker would watch for him to leave –sometimes for ten or fifteen minutes). This doesn't sound like much, but trust me, this gets weird after more than a year. Icky…
So icky in fact, I almost turned around and went home. Sarah’s like, “There are so many people there it’ll be fine.” And luckily we didn’t see him inside, but it shortened my stay and lessened my enjoyment.
Although I did get to see this:
A photograph by Imogen Cunningham (we LOVE her) of Margrethe Mather and Edward Weston. If you aren’t familiar with her work or her story, google her. She’s fabulous!
The second weird moment of the evening? Walking to SAM (we parked on the street) I was stopped by a homeless man who said to me, “I wouldn’t mind sticking my nose in those butt cheeks!” Interesting. It’s extremely funny to me now, but strange (really strange) at the time. And was a major factor in our decision not to walk to the car after it had gotten dark. I’ve had people (guys mostly) say obscene, weird things to me, but this one really takes the cake for sheer bizarreness.
My little Ipod mini finally kicked the bucket. At least as far as my computer is concerned. Sad. No matter how many times we (Julie and I) restored the damn thing, it still wouldn’t sync with my frickin’ computer. It would sync with hers just fine (I am SO blaming Windows Vista for this) but all I received were error messages. Fine, that’s just fine! I’ll just get one of these instead:
They’re much prettier anyway. :D
