Visual Creatures

A colleague of mine is a total babe. Hands down, no bones about it, a full on B-A-B-E. I give her total props for it ~ she works out, takes great care of herself, and has had surgery in a few areas to enhance her “assets”. She also happens to be a really sweet person, which is why I refer to her with the nice “b” word, and not the other one . . . haha.

I, on the other hand, am not a babe. My husband would say that I am, but that’s because he is either going blind, or because he has to since he married me. Jokes aside ~ he has fallen in love with the total package ~ my wit and brains ~ which God gave me to compensate for my lack of “babeness”, I suppose. Don’t get me wrong, I do think I’m “cute”. On a good day, I might even say I’m not half bad. I just don’t get the same attention from the male species that my co-worker friend gets. Men are visual creatures ~ they don’t always think with the brain that’s in their, um . . . cabeza.

Case in point: Recently, I was leaving my office to go to lunch, when I spotted “the babe” approaching the door with cell phone to ear and lunch from a carryout place in hand. To be nice, I hurried to open the door for her, since her hands were clearly full. At the same time, a “gentleman” came from behind me, so I stepped aside, letting him walk through. This man never took his eyes off of “Miss Babelicious” the entire time. His gooney looking smile and once-over glance of her made it obvious that he was enjoying the eye candy. He never looked my way . . . at all. I might as well have been invisible. Then, he said “Thank you” . . . to her!!! She didn’t do ANYTHING! I was the one who held the damn door open.

My colleague looked at me with complete confusion in her eyes. She thanked me for holding the door. Just then, my clever wit kicked in and I said to her, loudly “Make sure you tell him ‘you’re welcome’ ”. I gestured in the direction of the oogler. He looked back at both of us, face completely red.

I have to say, it felt pretty good to watch Mr. Bug Eyes walk away with his tail between his legs :)

Less of Me

• In the coming weeks and months, you’ll probably be seeing less of me ~ on the blogosphere, anyway. I can almost hear the screams of protest now ~ ha ha. Don’t get yourselves in too big of a tizzy. Here is where I’ll be and what I’ll be up to:
• I’m turning a spare bedroom in my house into a functional craft room for me (yay!). This will give me an actual space to create in, and better storage for my materials. No more kitchen table piled to the ceiling with manila envelopes and baggies filled with beads and findings. I can't wait for that.
• I am working on opening a second Etsy shop, for vintage items and de-stashing of craft materials that I no longer have a use for. Yep, I’m getting organized.
• I’m planning to learn some new techniques. The same ol’, same ol’ gets . . . old. I’m ready to try my hand at something new. I’ve always wanted to learn how to knit. Last Winter I started to teach myself pearl knotting but never perfected it. So, I’d like to pick that back up again. I’ve been known to dream big, but we’ll see how it goes.

Aside from all of that, I have a full time job, volunteer work, a house that needs occasional cleaning, a husband, family, friends and a bunch of people in my life who would like to see me now and then. It's always a balancing act, which is something we're all pretty familiar with. So . . . I’ll be around, just not a bunch. My Etsy shop will stay open, and I’ll be adding new items, although probably not as frequently. I’ll still post an occasional recipe when I have one that’s worth sharing. In the event that I think of something worthwhile to blog about, I might even do it. Until then, try not to miss me too much ;)

Say Please!

A work associate of mine always starts her emails out by saying “I need . . .” As in, "I need you to do a,b,or c". I find this to be extremely rude, as if I'm being ordered, not asked. Am I being overly sensitive? I appreciate directness and all, but I would much prefer “Could you?”, “Would you?” “Will you?” when being asked to do something. In this case I’m usually being asked to fix a mistake that this particular individual (who is not my superior) made, which is why it gets under my skin all the more. A simple “please”, and “thank you” go a long with me, but those words never figure into the equation either. I see this a lot with emails ~ have we forgotten basic etiquette? It really, really irks me. Anyone else?

Mind Your Manners letterpress poster, by rollandtumblepress, $20

Perhaps I should post this up in my work area, as a "subtle" reminder:)

They're all sick!

I returned to work today after enjoying an extended weekend, only to learn that nearly everyone in my work group is sick! Ugh. Here we go again, I thought to myself. Last Winter was a constant battle. There always seemed to be some type of nasty virus circulating around. It’s only September and the sneezing and hacking coughs have started up already. I suppose it could be allergies, but in at least two cases it sounds more serious. So, I’ve been beefing up the Vitamin C intake, washing my hands like someone with OCD, wiping my workstation down with the disinfecting wipes, and doing whatever I can to ward off the germies and build up my immune system. Help! I could really use your tips on what you do to stay healthy when you’re subjected to those who refuse to keep their illnesses at home!