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I just walked over to Starbucks to get a cup of coffee and as I was pouring cream in my coffee, the barista asked the gentleman waiting next to the bar how his day was going. His response, “Oh, just another day in paradise”. I though it was funny. In fact, I think all barista-customer exchanges are interesting.
I walked back to the office and hopped on the elevator with two other gentleman. They apparently knew each other, and one asks the other how his day was going. His response, “Just another day in paradise, man”. I had the same “that’s funny” thought as I did after the Starbucks exchange, and then two seconds later deja vu hit and I realized I just heard that less than 5 minutes ago. It’s not necessarily an unpopular response to the question, but it’s definitely not the “ok”, “pretty good” or “fine” (my childhood favorite) that you hear most of the time.
As I sat down at my desk and began to search for the song on my iPod, it dawned on me that I ran to that song this morning. Normally, it comes on my Shuffle and I fast forward because it’s kinda slow. But, today I was in the mood for it. How bizarre.
Now I’m listening to it, because I feel like the universe is trying to tell me something today via Phil Collins.
And I’ve listened to it. The universe is pretty twisted if it’s trying to tell me it’s another day in paradise for me, Peter Olinto and Tim Gearty. Because it’s not. I’m sick of studying. It is NOT paradise.
I found this last week while going through old photo albums at Gamma’s. Look how I tooted my own horn TWICE in this thank YOU note. In the words of my sister, “What a brat!”.
Clearly, I write going downhill… doesn’t that mean something? Like I am depressed?
I also find it comical how I always used to sign my last name, too. As if Gamma and Pop had another grandchild named Emily to whom they gave money, “pant’s” and a shirt to for her birthday in October. It’s like when I call my Mom and leave a message saying, “Hi Mom, it’s Emily”… as if there is anyone else that calls her “Mom”?
Last comment… look at that giant exclamation point at the end. I was really a Proud Panther.
I love them. Now that I don’t receive 15 Elvis calendars a year for Christmas, I have to venture out and find my own. Last year my daily calendar was The Office. It was always entertaining. This year, I’m going with one from Urban Dictionary. I typically only learn new slang words and phrases when Jamila visits, so I figured this would be a good opportunity to expand my street vocabulary.
Today I learned that I have a “people voice”. Here is the definition:
The voice someone uses when talking to people who aren’t their friends. This voice is automatically happy, nicer, and sweeter than their normal voice; it is also often more high-pitched. This is the voice people use when answering a telephone, talking to their boss, or when working in retail”.
It’s really true. I have a people voice. I expect my friends would agree. In high school, I used to get made fun of when my Grandma J called and I answered, “HI GRANDMA” in a super high-pitched voice. What makes me do it? Who knows.
A couple other phrases have also hit home…
“That’s crazy”. The perfect response when you haven’t been listening at all; it works whether the other person has been saying something funny, sad, infuriating, or boring. I’m totally guilty of this.
“Frunk”. To act very drunk when you have not consumed as much alcohol as you said, to fake being drunk. Don’t hold it against me, but when I was a kid and my Dad would let me have an O’Douls, I would totally frunk. I thought it was funny. I still do.
I’ve never blogged resolutions before and I’m not entirely sure I’ve even made them in recent years. Over the last week or two I’ve come up with a handful of them. Here they are in no particular (or maybe a wee bit particular):
1. Grow in my relationship with Christ through daily prayer, studying the Bible and finding a church community in Austin.
2. Pass the last two parts of the CPA exam. Side note: Taking the Regulation section on 2/26/11. In the meantime, I am asking for prayers and coffee gift cards.
3. Get back into “Emily circa 2005″ shape. Archon and studying have taken a little toll on me.
4. Join a new organization and do some volunteering.
5. Let my hair grow. It’s bordering on long for me (shoulder length) and I’m curious as to what it would look like on me. No serious cutting before June. Or July because I have bridesmaid duties on the 23rd!
6. Run into Sandra Bullock and baby Louis somewhere around town. Double bonus if Ryan Reynolds is visiting at the time.
There you have it…. BRING IT ON, 2011!
I am really loving the new Cee-Lo album. Of course, my love for the F you song was what initially got me to buy the album, but I’m really loving the rest of it, too.
On the second track, “Bright Lights, Bigger City” there is a spot where you hear the faintest sound of a siren in the background. Every stinking time I hear it, I immediately hit the brakes and look in my rearview mirror for an ambulance or fire truck. When I see nothing, I realize I’ve been tricked again by the song. You’d think I’d catch on, but this has happened close to 10 times. I’m obviously not catching on.
Why am I so gullible all the time?
The other day I was leaving work and scooted to the elevator with my afternoon snack in hand. Upon entering the elevator, I noticed the Engine 2 book author, Rip Esselstyn, standing there with his bike. I couldn’t get over how cool this “celebrity sighting” was. His vegetable lasagna recipe is a favorite of mine. And I also admire any tough firefighter dude that loves his veggies.
After a few seconds it dawned on me that the snack I was just beginning to enjoy was an animal product in the form of greek yogurt. Rip is a vegan. I casually tried to tuck the Fage under my arm and out of sight, but I imagine he still caught a glimse. I thought… of all the days I don’t eat my snack before leaving (which I always do), I run into Rip on the elevator. Go figure.
WHAT?!? Who in the hell hijacked this blog? Emily never loves her job.
Tis true, my friends. Of course, I’m still new and don’t really know what all I’ll be doing yet, but so far I love my job. People are friendly. There’s no dress code. You can work the hours of your choosing. You can work from home. You work above the most magical grocery store in the world. The get 20% off at said magical store. You get to work in the store during the holidays (for fun, if you want). The kitchen cleaning products used are Mrs. Meyers brand. There’s a fresh supply of almond milk, soy milk, regular milk and half and half in the fridge. And the icing on the cake, you ask? There’s a freaking Vita-Mix in the kitchen.
Love.
I’ve come to realize that a weekend in NYC is about as therapeutic as a week on the beach in Cabo. Opposite ends on the relaxation spectrum of course. I had never been to the city at Christmastime and decided to cross that off my to-do list for the year. Luckily, 4Janks was accepting visitors.
When I arrived, I headed straight to meet Alyson and then we headed straight to the Red Lion. Suitcase in tow. It was Sarah’s birthday (the other half of apartment 4Janks). Vodka, O Bomb, vodka, O Bomb, O Bomb, O Bomb… we’ll you get the picture. It was a fun night and someone may or may not of lost a mole (mole, mole, mole) in the process.
Sexiest Birthday Girl Alive…
After the Red Lion, we headed to Automatic Slims. Suitcase still in tow. I’ve never had to roll through a dance floor before, literally. I kept uttering out “excuse me”s for the hundreds of toes I rolled over. Oops. At least 4Janks knew the DJ so I got to request NKOTB’s “Please Don’t Go Girl”. I was definitely the only one singing. But, that’s what Cornell gets for having it on his playlist.
The remaining birthday crew…
After leaving Slim’s around 3am, pizza just had to be ordered and I got to witness the most awesome display of Old Bay love (yes, the seasoning used for shrimp boils) I’ve ever seen. And probably will ever see for that matter. Old Bay on an avocado, Old Bay on pizza… the possibilities are clearly endless.
Friday had a bit of a slow start. I was clearly on vacation, but who knew Alyson and Sarah were, too? We ordered in breakfast around 11 am, and one of them went to work at about noon. The other made the executive decision NOT to go into work around 1. 4Janks lives the good live.
I spent the afternoon walking around and shopping. That night we headed up to Columbus Circle for dinner and to see the pretty lights.
More lights…
Then, we went and saw Elf. Our tickets were purchased at the last minute, so we had partial view seats. Our seats were on the first row, halfway in the audience, halfway in the orchestra. The stage was eye level, so if you wanted to see what was happening in the back of the stage, you better ask for a phonebook or booster seat. The show was really good though. Norm from “Cheers” played Santa.
Saturday was a bit more productive of a day. We got up and headed to Chelsea Market. Such cool decorations. A tree made out of broken CD’s.
We then headed to see the Rockette’s.
And finished the early evening with a walk by Rockefeller…
Along 5th Ave and up to the Plaza…
And a drink at the “World Renowned Plaza Hotel”. A Hot Toddy to help bring my voice back. No such luck.
And some sort of Christmassy, yet more summer like, drink for Alyson…
We ended the evening with dinner at Moustache…
Oh, but how could I forget?!? We had a run in with the Chanukah Clown outside of the Plaza. That’s a “honk, honk” from the clown on the left.
Thanks to 4Janks for showing me a good time!
I can’t tell you how good life is after you’ve taken a section of the CPA exam. Unfortunately, I feel like I probably failed. Fortunately, I have a month of bliss before I get my score. Yahtzee! My mood has been phenomenal for the last 24 hours. I wonder why?
I got to enjoy hang with the a-holes over a few “eastsides” and tequila gimblets last night. Speaking of… are liquor stores open on Sunday? I need to restock my vodka supply. This week might involve some experimenting in the kitchen in how to make an eastside. That $hit was good! If I can learn how to make one that will save me 10 bucks a pop. Last night’s bar tab was a little high, but worth every freaking cent. On the bright side, I got my bathroom towel hanger fixed after the bar last night for free. Thanks Boozanna!
I got to spent an hour at Central Market today. I love farting around in nice grocery stores.
I took about a 2 hour nap this afternoon. Guess it’s not surprising that I’m still up and blogging and it’s 10:30. Whoopsies!
I got to spend lots of time downloading new music this evening. So, I have always been a fan of Cee Lo back from his “I Wish” days. But, brother takes it to a whole new level these days. I highly recommend his single “F**k You”. Why not?
Oh yeah, and I also caught up on Brothers and Sisters, Modern Family and Cougar Town.
Life is so good if feels like a Steve Winwood song. Roll with it!
Bad news bears… didn’t pass the last CPA exam I took. By 4 points. Technically, I feel like I DID pass because I got a 71, but by CPA standards that is a fail. Boo hiss.
Each time I get the email that my score has been received, my heart beats and pounds harder and faster than the time when I sprinted from the train station to the ticket counter at Gatwick with my ginormous backpack bouncing from side to side, in an attempt to talk the ticket agent into letting us make our flights home from London. The email tells me I can log on to the state board’s website to see my score. Last time, the good news caused my heart to race even faster. This time, the bad news made it sink to the floor. I spent about 30 minutes being bummed out to the point of wanting to quit before I snapped out of it and got back on the horse.
Which is where I am now. I’m horseback riding for the next two weeks plus one day. My apologies from here on out if you do not see me (maybe with the exception of a birthday dinner or something) or hear from me. It’s going to be stress city from here on out. The me you may encounter is not the real me. Please know that.
I’ve stocked my fridge with iced tea to get me through the nights. Coffee just doesn’t sound good and I really don’t want to reactivate my Diet Coke habit. I also grabbed a bar of chocolate coffered espresso. I tell myself it helps. I might need to start a donation fund for counselling sessions for Rocky. He’s going to be pretty depressed with the lack of attention.
Oh and to make matters worse, I won’t even be able to watch the Texas-OU game. This Saturday, I’ll be sitting in a final review course from 8:30am to 8:30pm. Pray for my sanity and that I can live to see Sunday.
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