New Year's Eve Plans

So I am having a New Year's Eve party at my place tomorrow. I have no idea how many people will come or who it will be. I'm just hoping I know them! :o)

It was kind of last minute, but it should be fun... even if my house is not too big.

I told eveyone I was not going to provide any refreshments and that they would have to provide that part. Although, I did mention that I have plenty diet sodas, but someone could bring some Diet Coke and made a point that they should not bring mentos.

My friends have been really into putting Mentos into Diet Coke to see it blow up. I'm not sure my neighbors would appreciate that, especially those in the nursing home behind my house.

On Friday, I had lunch with a few friends and they asked about my stipulation for no Mentos. I explained it to them but they assured me that it isn't a loud explosion, it just shoots everywhere. Either way, I don't think I want a Diet Coke explosion in my backyard.

Inappropriate Comments

My Dad wants grandkids very badly. He has already told my brother-in-law, "I've decided that if you want to knock my daughter up, it's okay with me."

Very strange and uncomfortable words to come from your father-in-law I'm sure. All I can say is Dan is a brave man to put up with it.

Well, on Christmas, my dad did it again.

Trista was talking about the flannel pajamas Dan got for her. Then my dad had to say to Dan, "You are buying her flannel pajamas?? No wonder I don't have grandkids! I can show you some store in the mall if you'd like."

Remember this was at Christmas dinner. Poor Dan. Poor sweet Dan.

Hilton

My sister's fiance, Kenn, wanted Paris Hilton's CD for Christmas.

Yeah. I don't need to say anything more.

Fun Week

So, last week I was pretty sick. I felt better by Friday but my throat still hurt pretty bad. Then on Saturday I went down to the city for my friend Lauren's birthday. I almost didn't go but I'm glad I did. First we hung out in her apartment then when everyone go there we went to a bowling alley a few blocks away.
Let me tell you. This place was CRAZY. It was called "Lucky Strikes" (you know Lassie Foundation songs were in my head the entire time). It was not just a bowling alley either. It was a night club. There was a dress code and everything to get in! CRAZY. We got inside and it was like a classy bar. Three floors of bars, black lights, large TV screens everywhere you can imagine, and bowling alleys on each floor.
The men's room even had a towel attendant! (Fortunately the women's room did not have such a service).
Well, it was a bar so we had to talk very load to hear eachother. I ended up losing my voice. Seriously.
On Sunday I was scheduled to light the Advent Candle with my friend Glenn but I could not talk to read the reading so Glenn had to read and say the prayer while I stood there and 'looked pretty' and lit the candle.
On Wednesday I had an upsetting situation and so when work was done I called Todd to make sure he was planning on going to Gulifty's because despite not having a voice I needed to go out. We ended up having a good time. 2 random guys ended up sitting with us and it made for an amusing night. I think those guys will be coming back next week, at least I told them too. Not sure if my commands will work on them or not.
Then on Thursday I went out with Todd and Dave to meet Todd's college friend Andrew. That was a ton of fun too. We really just hung out at a bar in my town but we had a great time laughing and singing (of course the bar had karaoke).
Last night a group of us went to my friend Paul C.'s house and got pizza and played a few games. We played Taboo and my team lost horribly. None of us were on the same wave length at all. I had some good names too and gave great clues but my team never figured out Anne Frank or Ted Turner! It was funny.
NowPaul's driveway is kind of windy and there are walls on each side. They are low walls but walls nonetheless. By the time I left it was after 1:30 and it was raining so I could not see to well. I had the hardest time navigating that darn driveway and I thought I was successful until today when, as I walked back to my car after going to Kmart I saw that I scraped the entire right front of my car up! It looks horrible! I really really hope that Paul's wall does not have red paint on it and that it is still intact.
You know if was bad outside if I did not realize I had hit the wall!

Why You Should Always Dress For Work

So, this week work was kind of slow. It's a nice break. I've been able to be more relaxed with my hours and who doesn't like that?

On Tuesday, however, I had to be at work by 7:30 to let someone in the building so they could complete an application and interview at 8:30. I woke up on Tuesday and did not want to go in. I was tired and 7:30 is very early to be at work when I've been spoiled lately getting in at 10/10:30

So, that morning was the first time I decided to dress like the employees at the company I staff for and NOT like I usually do. See, I am the ONLY person in the building who wears heals and nylons. Following me? This day I decided to just wear jeans, a sweatshirt and a pair of Nikes.

First of all, everyone noticed and asked me what I had come too! (Of course I told them I finally decided to dress up to the company's standards) Oh! I forgot to add that I lost my voice over the weekend and did not have it back by Tuesday. I felt fine I just couldn't talk. This added to my feeling of not caring what I looked like.

So, then I'm sitting in my office and my vendor friend calls me. He had some bad news for me that a couple of his consultants were leaving by the end of the month. Then he tells me he has some good news for me. What is this news? He is going to be stopping by with some Christmas gifts for Paul and me.

Fantastic! On the first day I don't care what I look like the man with whom I've been flirting relentlessly for 6 months decides he is going to be coming in to give gifts in person!

I was a nervous wreck. The receptionist and a girl who was up at the desk with her told me to make an Old Navy run but I knew I didn't have the time because I didn't know when he was coming and with my luck he'd come while I was at the mall. One of the biggest malls in the world at Christmastime. Insanity.

At 2:00 he called from the road to tell me he was on his way and would be here in 30 minutes. I panicked and told Paul I was going to throw up and to be prepared to see me shy for once. I let Ginny (the receptionist) know to expect him.

At 2:30 Ginny calls and says "Tracie, you have a visitor in the lobby." Now I really panicked. She used out code word for a good looking man in the lobby. If he was not attractive she would have just said, "Tracie, Dave is in the lobby." (Pretty ingeneous right?) I told her, "Okay, let me put on some more mascara and I'll be right down."

She was right. He was beautiful. You know my type right? Tall, skinny, rock star type? Well, that was him! Dark brown hair, piercing green eyes, 6'2". Not at all what I was really expecting. I knew he was tall because he sent me a picture of himself in his halloween costume (he was the Swedish Chef so I couldn't tell what he looked like.) I thought he'd be dorkier looking knowing his line of work and all. Nope. Beautiful. And there I was in a sweatshirt, baggy unwashed jeans, and Nikes.

This is why you should always care about what you look like when you go to work in the morning. If you don't, the man of your dreams could come to visit you and you look like you are ready to work in your garden.