One of those days. . .

I should have known this morning it was going to be one of those days when I dropped my scraper under the car, exactly between the two back wheels where I couldn't reach it.

Or my first clue could've been when I was running late in the first place and came out only to discover a thick layer of frost on the car. That's when I dropped my scraper. Luckily, I have another one and was able to use that to pull the first out. I jumped in the car and hurried over to TRAX, knowing full well I was cutting it close. Too close it seems since I watched the 7:40 train take off as I was walking up.

Dang it!

I spent the morning doing some required training, some of which seems like common sense to me, but I guess others must not think so or I wouldn't have to do it. Nothing too catastrophic happened during the day, except I wasn't as productive as I should've been.

Since I was later than planned this morning, I had planned to stay a little later. What I didn't anticipate was a last-minute meeting with my supervisor who will be out of the office for the next couple of days just as I was walking out the door. It was short but just long enough to make me miss both the 5:25 and 5:40. I think the 5:40 train must've come early because I came out almost exactly then.

Add it to my list.

At that point I just took it all in stride and settled in for a chilly wait for the train. I had some reading I was behind on anyway so I was able to catch up.

There was a class I wanted to go to at the gym at 7:30 so I rushed home from TRAX, threw it together, raced upstairs to change into my exercise clothes and took off. I was only about 5 minutes late, but I was distressed to discover the aerobics room completely full and the equipment short. Luckily one of the ladies told me her daughter had decided not to do the class so I could just use her equipment.

But I did find that the class actually started at 7:15 instead of 7:30. I had a feeling that was going to be the case and even called the gym to make sure it wasn't, but, alas, such was not the case. Oh well.

As I published this post my blog did the weird thing where it takes out all the spaces for some unknown reason, so now I have to do it from my desktop. What the heck?

To end on a happy note, I have a couple good things that happened today. First, I wore my fabulous new shirt today and had quite a few compliments on it. Thanks to my mom and sister for recommending I buy it. Secondly, on my mad rush up to the gym, I hit all green lights, which is how I wasn't later than 5 minutes. Yay!

Discrimination!

On Saturday night I realized late in the evening that I might need a last-minute item from the store. I loaded myself up into the car and raced down the freeway to Kohl's to check the situation out. It turned out that I chose not to buy the item I'd gone to see because it was too expensive, but I did a little looking whilist I was there.

I've been feeling the need for new sheets in the last little while, so I decided to quickly check the selection. And I found the most luxurious set of 600 count sateen sheets, and I thought I'd found exactly the set for me, whenever such time comes that I choose to buy said sheets. . . until I realized something very important.

The sheets don't come in twin size.

They come in full/queen or queen/king but no twin anywhere to be found. Ugh! I felt very discriminated against as a single person who chooses to keep a twin bed instead of upgrading to a queen. They had another version of the sheets that does come in twin, but they were not as high thread count as the other ones. And, really, it's the principle of the thing. This isn't the first time I've found that set of sheets in every size but twin either, which only added to my frustration.

Come on stores, even if I don't have a queen bed I still like nice sheets, so stock them in ALL sizes please!

Shoe Snob!

Like many women, I’ve always appreciated a good pair of shoes. Until I lived with the Bibliophile, I used to think I had a lot of shoes, but then I discovered differently. Although I have a nice collection, I’ve never truly felt a lack . . . until recently.

I first heard about DSW from the Fashionista, and I visited it for the first time last May. But I didn’t buy my first pair of shoes there until about six weeks ago. And now I’m ruined forever!

I don’t mean I’m only going to buy shoes from DSW; on the contrary I’ll look for them wherever I can find them. But I am ruined by the fact that I now love extremely tall heels. And I had no idea how much people notice shoes until I wore my hot heels and received many compliments on them. Now I desire more and more. . .

Once upon a time, heels like this would have delighted me.

Now I’m ruined forever because I’m officially in love with shoes like this, or hooker heels as my brother-in-law called them because they’re so tall.

And in case you’re wondering, yes I did have to learn to walk in these, but I’m doing very well so far. Oh and I forgot to mention how much fun it is to be taller than someone for once in my life. I’ve never experienced that before, and I find I enjoy it.