My superhero name is Static. Can you guess what my superhero power is??? Several of you already knew that about me, but did you know about my “superhero” boyfriend? Obe Wan Kenobi. Yep, that’s right; my nephew (a Jedi who works with Obe Wan) set us up a couple years ago. And, before you ask, I’m talking about the Obe Wan from Episodes I – III, since that is the Obe Wan my nephew thinks of when he thinks of Obe Wan.
I’m getting laugh lines around my eyes. I can’t decide if it’s a good or bad thing. I really don’t mind getting older, nor do I really mind looking older, but I can certainly sense in me the social influences that say smooth = pretty, and lines = not so pretty. I do like that the laugh lines seem to indicate that I smile and laugh a lot. :)
I don’t like eating oranges. I like the flavor of oranges, but I hate the white stuff that surrounds the yummy orange stuff. I end up spending 4 hours (or more) trying to pick off as much white stuff as I can get off the orange stuff before eating it. So, I definitely prefer clementines to oranges. They have the same-ish flavor, but very little to no white stuff. It usually takes me only a few minutes to eat a Clementine! I’m writing this while eating clementines, by the way.
Miracle of all Christmas miracles - I have my Christmas shopping done! D-O-N-E. It was even done before November even ended! (*Pause* while you recover from your faint.) Yes, I usually espouse waiting ‘til December 20th to start my shopping, but I decided to buck tradition and tried shopping a little earlier. Mom and I braved the crowds the Saturday after Thanksgiving (I was going to tell you all about this in the post about Thanksgiving that I ended up not writing), and discovered that there weren’t really that many crowds to brave. I found some good deals and bought almost everything I needed to buy. Then, last Wednesday night, I bought the remaining presents I needed to purchase and can now put away my debit card ‘til January. Aaahhh, if only it worked that way.
Last Thursday night, I went to the Oakridge Boys concert with my dad, his wife, and my little sister. I’ve loved this group since I was a young girl exulting in the fact that I, too, was “American-made, born and bred in the USA”. They performed their classic hits and some new songs for about 45 minutes, and then took a 20-minute intermission before singing Christmas songs for over an hour. These songs included traditional carols mixed in with songs they had written. The group was entertaining, energetic, and engaging, and I really enjoyed myself!
In an attempt to ward off Alzheimer’s, I’m learning something new – the numbers at the top of the keyboard. For over a decade, I’ve used the keypad whenever I want to type numbers. Now I’m trying to use the numbers above the letters more often, especially when I’m printing insurance envelopes. Honestly, I’m an old dog learning a new trick, so it’s taking awhile, but lately I’ve noticed a pretty decent improvement in my precision and speed.
Okay, one last thing – my coworker, boss, and I were destined to work together. We all celebrate our birthdays in May; mine is the 15th, my boss’s is the 19th, and my coworker’s is the 29th. Our birthdays go in order of youngest in the office (me) to oldest (my coworker). My boss, the only guy and the middle in age and birthdays, shares the 1 in his date with me and the 9 with my coworker. Also, we live in a line. We live in the same neighborhood, a few streets from each other, and yes, we’re in a line. My coworker’s house number is 236 W, my house number is 236 W, and my boss’s house number is 235 W (he lives on the south side of the street). Pretty cool, huh. Or…pathetic that we’ve figured all this out? I vote cool.