John Bock, Vespa with Wings
Monday, October 31, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Fernando Botero, Crucifixion, 2011, oil on canvas, 81-1/8" x 59"
This week has been BRUTAL at work!!! Gah! The stress level is through the roof! But I keep thinking things could be worse. At least I am not a chubby green Jesus being crucified on a cross in Central Park. YAY!
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
The other day I was over at my man friend's house. We thought we were alone, so we went off to the bedroom and did what people do. It was loud and fun and fab. Next thing we knew, we heard a noise coming from the living room of his house. We put our clothes back on and walked out to the living room to see what was up. And his MOTHER was there. The mother that I had never met before! ARGH!!!! She was just sitting on the sofa smiling. I am PRETTY PRETTY sure she heard the whole thing, or at least part of it. And if she didn't, I am certain she noticed my JBF hair. I must have turned 14 shades of red as I shook her hand and introduced myself.
KLASSY. Real klassy.
Side note: His Mom has a key to his house. And apparently she comes and goes as she pleases. W T F?!?!??!?!?!?
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
The other day my boss stopped by my desk, looked at me and said, "How do I tell so-and-so (his long-time female friend, and a VERY good client) that she has body odor? She needs to know. It is awful."
I said, "You don't. She is a friend. She is a client. She is a very successful doctor. She is married with children, and if her man and her family aren't concerned with her body odor, you should leave it alone. Butt out."
We went round and round on this issue, but my boss is determined to find a way to tell her. THE HORROR.
I have a reason for not wanting to get involved in this type of situation. Years ago I was elected to inform a co-worker that she needed to shower more frequently. IT WAS A HORRENDOUS EXPERIENCE. I tried to be nice. I tried to be tactful. I tried my best. But the message did not go over well, and the woman (from another country/culture) was very offended and very embarrassed. And I just wanted to crawl under
her armpit and die a rock and hide when I saw how much it upset her. ACK!
I guess I
smell see both sides of this, but I would NOT relish being the messenger in this type of situation. Shudder.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
I was hanging out with my MAN FRIEND (or whatever I am supposed to call him) this weekend. We went out to dinner and spotted a monster truck in the parking lot. I snickered and said something like, "Ten bucks says it will be easy to spot the driver of this truck once we are inside." We both laughed and my friend said, "I.E. people are usually pretty easy to pick out in a crowd." I said, "What are I.E. people?" He snorted and said, "Inland Empire folks. There is another name for them...DIRT PEOPLE."
Full disclosure: I have ridden a dirt bike. And a quad. And it is fun. :]