A weekend of lessons

• Sometimes men ARE allowed to look smug.
• Loudly giggling at this every couple of minutes may not exactly be the best thing to do. Especially with a husband who's reading this sitting across the room from you.
• In public restrooms of questionable hygiene, open the tap BEFORE you get soap on your hands.
• You know when you're watching a scary movie and you cover your eyes, you have a serious urge to peek? IGNORE the same urge when in said public restrooms of questionable hygiene.
• When you're going to be irritable for something like this - you'd better come up with a "real" reason for that craziness emotion or better still, zip it.
• When you have a "feeling" something bad is going to happen, you don't have to keep pushing things so something does.
• It's ok to occasionally cry over nothing and tell yourself those are "cleansing" tears.
• You look forward to Monday not because you love your job (well maybe that too) but just as a (good) sign the weekend is over.

"Oh-my-God" *

I read this a while ago and today I know what it really feels like.
I had a dream nightmare last night and I'm MAD. Thank God that person doesn't live here or she'd be toast by now.

In unrelated news, I just found out I'm not as Addicted to Friends as I'd like to be - time to remedy that. If you need me, I'll be on my couch watching my Friends DVDs. With a slice of cake ton of calories for company.

* That would be the "Joey-just-found-out-Chandler-made-out-with-his-sister-Oh-my-God"

ADD*

I LOVE air travel. There is something about airports that totally gets me. Every time.
I love looking at the monitors with planes to all those faraway places. I love walking those aisles watching all the people around me. I love looking for my seat on the plane, looking out of the window to see the San Francisco Bay as we take off.

It doesn't matter if I'm there to pick someone up or drop them off - I ALWAYS wish I were the one travelling. We just dropped my sister-in-law and her husband at the airport. It was all I could do to not go in with them and wait in the check-in line, just to get my "airport-fix".
While they were complaining about the long layover in New York between planes, my eyes lit up at the thought of being able to explore JFK airport. Luckily I kept that thought to myself.

Now I'm getting restless thinking of when my next trip may be. I am sure I can hear Travelocity call my name.

(*Air-travel deficit disorder)

Going Dutch

This one will be a quickie (That's what she said) - Did I do that one right Brandy? Or do I need more practice?

I opened my blog this evening and this is what I saw there:

(I know the picture is not very clear - but just picture it with all the text on the top in Dutch)

I thought I was seeing things and went to the main page to login and this is what showed up:

Don't mess with me in Math Class...

...or any social situation that involves numbers and a problem to solve.

I was in project management training today where we learnt about estimating schedules. Everything was fine - all of us were nodding seriously to everything the instructor said, highlighting every third word and so on.

Suddenly he said something about an exercise. That involved looking at a diagram of different activities that made up a project, the dependencies between them and the time needed for each activity. We had to calculate what the shortest time to finish the project was.

I picked up my pencil and it was like I was possessed. I could feel the adrenaline rush. For the next couple of minutes my hand moved frantically across the page till I was done. I put down my pencil and looked up. I saw a room full of people still poring over their notebooks with a look of confusion.

And I smiled. The smile of the geek who loved her high school math textbook almost as much as she loved her copy of "Heidi" and "The Secret Garden".

A picture is worth a thousand words

DO NOT KICK FLUSH HANDLES OR COSTLY REPAIRS WILL BE NEEDED

(I couldn't get a clearer picture the first couple of times. And I didn't want to try too many times and gross out the people in the stalls next to me.)

Hmmm. I'm sure there are many people who find an outlet for their anger / frustration / sadism / {insert other negative emotion here} by kicking flush handles in the loo.

On a completely unrelated note - I found out 2 women I work with are taking part in the National Novel Writing Month (whew)

Huh?

I just found this on MSNBC and I'm not sure what to make of it.

I mean if it works for them - great! But seriously...?

Where did the extra hour go?

Apparently we "fell back" an hour today. Apparently I got an extra hour of sleep today. Apparently it's really 11.30 now. Apparently...you get the drift right?

The only problem is - where did that extra hour go?

I mean it's late on a Sunday night and I'm still sitting here thinking of the 10,000 things I have to do before tomorrow. Surely if there were an "extra hour" like everyone wants me to believe - I'd have done at least 9,999 of those things.

Next time, I'd like that "extra hour" in installments of 3 minutes please - so I can be on time for 20 meetings / make the light near my office before it turns red / have time for cleanse-tone-moisturise in the nights as well...the list goes on.