Airplane Assistant or Plane?

Hmm. As a talk by the renown President of a certain college is going on upstairs, I find myself here. In my office, in the evening, writing a blog...what about, one may ask? My Halloween costume. Yes, folks, it is that time again. Time to go pumpkin picking, gord plucking, and apple cider tasting..Mmm I love the fall. Its just getting a bit brisk here where you might need a light jacket and scarf. Thankfully it gets warm in the sunlight around lunchtime when I venture outside, something the South defenitley has at its advantage. But in the morning as I am rushing out the door, scarf swinging, keys jingling, hoping I have everything I need (including my work keys which I have seem to somehow forgotten at least twice last week), the 30degree weather can catch you off guard in the early hours of the morning. Now unless you have been hybernating for the last week, the weather has been steadily getting colder....thankfully it hasn't hit, what I like to call as "the winter wall", but is still in the "oh-it's-a-bit-chilly-I-should-wear-a-scarf-at-least" faze....
How did I get to weather? Anyway, my costume. So a respective friend is going as an airtraffic controller (SO great), and I had the brilliant idea of going with her um, plane. We'll see how that works out...Lets try to paint a picture here...Wings, like actual wings atatched to my arms for areodynamic ability, my body will probably be positioned in a 40degree angle to gather the "flying" or "take off" position, and various wish-y-woosh-y noises to be made...Or a cute skirt, vest, tights & heels, hair in bun and bubly personality (maybe British perhaps?), as a flight assistant/attendant whatever they are calling them these days...mm...we'll seee!

my love affair with coffee

You know how everyone says you have one love of your life, one true love that your meant for. I definitely agree with that. And, ladies and gents, I have found that love. My love is warm and kind to me in the morning, the afternoon, and the evening. It is ready for me in just a few shakes and always happy to see me. It doesn't care how many bad hair days I have, or if I do look hot, for to me, its always warm to the lips...Ok, ok, so this blog is about coffee. Dunkin Donuts french vanilla roast to be specific. I love it, it loves me. End of story. It only costs me about 3bucks. So, while yes, unfortunately, I have to pay for this lovin, at least its dependable. I would like to take this opportunity to thank those nice ladies at the Dunkin Donuts on Duke Street who have made me this nice coffee selection twice this week. God Bless you and your cheerful smiles in the morning.

"said" boy

Oh, and also about "said guy who posts things on his blog that's exciting", he should learn that maybe a reason why he doesn't have said girlfriend, is because of the little nonchalant phrase of his that goes something like.. "don't get caught."

French groceries

Okay, so the title is lame, sue me. But its incredibly nice outside (circa 80 degrees), and I am inside. I know my boss says I can go wherever I need to figure things out, but when one needs a computer, one needs a computer..So I don't think my blogs are as adventurous as say, that one guy who mentions exciting things in his blog all the time, but its a start. For instance, here's something funny. I got hit on in a grocery store. Yep, in the meat isle. Pretty bad a, if you ask me. He was in all freezer clothing (aka: sweatshirts, gloves, hat, the works), and I in jeans and flip flops. He starts off with "Are you looking for something?" "yes, what is the cheapest", "Oh, the one in your hand is a good deal, on sale this week" "Oh", I replied, "good to know" "Are you French?" he asks. "No"was my reply. "Do I look French?" "Oh well the bag (pink striped), the shoes (gold flip flops from the dollar store), all your colors, I just thought you might be French." "Nope" I say. "So what do you do?" He starts. "Oh, I'm a youth minister at a Catholic Parish" I say. Then he approaches the situation with "Oh, that's why you are so nice." Ah, ha, right. Then he proceeds and goes, in for the kill.. "So, do you want to come here more often?"he asks. "I'm sorry, waht?" Hoping he'll see the fact that he is following me out of the meat isle into the cereal isle is making me really uncomfortable..."Do you want my number so we can get together sometime?" he smiles, which I can hardly see underneath all his layers. "Oh", I smile sheepishly and nervously, "I'm not looking to date right now." And then I run out of the store, to my car, not even paying for my $20 dollars worth of groceries, and jump in my car, and drive away...Ok, not really, but something like that. I didn't want big freezer man to follow me. Even though its near my new residence and really convenient, we'll see when I go back to that grocery store...