Cindy Crawford? What?

Yes, this conversation has to get blogged. Picture a voice that is sort of old man grossness, while mine is far from amused with a hint of dry humor that only I'm picking up on.

Me: Hi, this is Cindy. I'm calling to get an invoice for an order I recently placed.
Him: Not Cindy Crawford? heh heh heh
Me: No, I don't believe so. Nor do I think she would be making her own calls should she choose to speak with Omega Engineering, the world's leading supplier of engineering parts and manufacturing.
Him: (uproarous laughter) Oh man, that was good. Well you never know do you. So tell me. Is it true what we see up here in the pictures?
Me: Excuse me?
Him: Is it true, the pictures we see of all the co-eds and girls walking around in Florida.
Me: I wouldn't know what kind of pictures you're looking at.
Him:(Similar uproarous laughter)You know, the pictures we see up here of Florida and all the scantily clad women walking around on the beaches. It's as if no one in florida is out of shape.
Me: Similarly, I would think everyone in Connecticut owns toboggan sleds and white lab puppies, or at least that's what I see in the LLBean Catalog.
Him: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Oh man, you're a sharp one. No wonder they have you working at the university.
Me: Anything I can do to get me through having to make phone calls and ask for invoices.

Acceptance = Happiness

Yea so I just now attempted to change my blog background to something cooler and hipper and more interesting. Well, never again! I had a brief moment of frustration, but now I have accepted that I'm just not cool. I certainly don't know what to do with html, xml or whatever else it kept telling me I needed to do in order to change the look of my blog. At one point I had changed the entire thing to some crazy code, and that's all I saw when I clicked on the "preview" button. I've been forced to revert back to a boring, standard template. I just know I'm going to be one of those librarians that complains about change and hates all things digital. Encyclopedia Britannica Online? I think not!

I'm giving myself a gift...

Gift: Taking myself out of life for awhile

Duration: At least a week, hopefully longer

Why: Because I'm tired of thinking, planning, worrying, wondering, fearing and analyzing

What this means: It means I'm not going to think about the reason behind things, worry about my future, plan on anything, wonder what other people are thinking, fear the unknown and analyze that unknown to oblivion.

Responses I will give when life tries to contact me:
Whatever
It doesn't matter
Perhaps another time
I don't care
Try again later
Talk to someone else
We'll see
It is what it is
Maybe, Maybe Not

Addendum

Mara of the Wilderness: A child of nature...reared by wolves...UNTAMED-UNTOUCHED! She was the hunted and the huntress...fighting for survival against the fury of Forest and Man

For all of those wondering, Mara of the Wilderness was a brilliant film in the 60s. It just so happened that some wonderful sisters, Danielle and Teresa, managed to see this grand production enough times for it to make an impact on them thus becoming a term of endearment for any amazon-like feat of strength while in the great outdoors.

Mara of the Wilderness!

So last night mom and I realized that a switch had flipped in the breaker in the garage leaving the porch and the septic tank without electricity. Unfortunately, while this still gives electricity to the rest of the house, it effects the water situation for everything. Bottom line: no shower. I have to confess that it'd been a couple days. I've been sick, mom hasn't been feeling the best so we've been embracing pajamas and relaxing. When the possibility of not being able to take a shower comes upon me though, I want nothing else. My mind is consumed with thoughts of being clean.

Thus, Mara of the Wilderness. You all know my hair is pretty long and there's no washing it in a little basin in the sink. Nope.....this called for the use of a hose and the great outdoors. I donned my towel and shampoo and marched outside in the early morning hours so that none of the neighbors would bear witness to this event! I now sit here blogging feeling incredibly clean! I'm considering pitching a tent outside and just soaking in the communing with nature.