Pardon Me?

I was running an errand for my boss, picking up some packages, when I bumped into our janitor in the hallway. Young-ish, always helpful and ever smiling, our friendly morning encounters has placed our relationship somewhere between familiar strangers and I'll-nod-my-head-and-throw-you-a-smile acquaintances. My heels clacking on the tiled floors caught her attention on this warm afternoon, and she beamed as she bounded toward me, waving her arms intending to tell me something.

"No eat!!"

She pointed at my waistline and gestured like she was feeding herself. I cocked my head in confusion.

"My English not too good. But you, no eat!"

"Am I FAT?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

"My English no good. Never mind."

She shook her head and then went on her way, leaving me dazed as I stood there with a box in my arms.

Does she mean I'm fat, and I need to stop eating? Or that I'm fine, and I shouldn't eat too much? Or that, (maybe, if her culture likes heavier women), she wants me to eat more and get a little more plush? Or maybe, she just wants me to stop eating all together so I stop dropping my Fruit Loops all over the office floor when I'm munching on them.

I need to take Spanish classes!

Under the Knife

So my first visit to a plastic surgeon will not be what was imagined. It's not a new nose ala Nicole Kidman's or new set of (much fuller) twin peaks. I have an infection which needs to be taken out. Now I'm just hoping that my health insurance will be able to pay for everything up front, without me having to pay for anything up front.

We'll just hope the doc is cute. Probably not.

Sports and Men

There's just something about men and sports. Nope, not those boys watching the telly while the MLB (mmm...), NBA (aaahh...), NHL (ooohhh...) and World Cup (sighs and faints) are playing (notice the non-mention of american football!). But those MEN on the boob tube, competing in them. Maybe it's some odd combination of spitting on the field, slapping each other's butts, and crying when they lose (so cute!), I am so drawn to them! Even ice hockey players with their broken noses and unshaven chins.

And the answer is YES, part of the reason I support Italy IS because the whole team is smokin' hot. And that they're good (but boring) players, of course. There's just something about them. I remember when Mario Jordan (UB basketballer) came into my office to pay his parking ticket, I was grinning from ear to ear when he paid his parking fines to me (!). I wish I could just make his tickets go away. Sigh...

Go Italy, Go Sabres, Go Yankees, Go Man U, Go Bulls!!!

P.S. I do like watching sports for sports, it's really not about the men. It's just an additional plus. A big one.

Mana Glamour?

Life can be so mundane. People go oooh aaah when they hear that I'm studying abroad. But mana glamour? My summer has been a flat line since my roadtrip on the eastern seaboard and the Sabres games. The most exciting thing that has happened since then is the launching of the new (but cumbersome) T2 Parking System and the new credit card machine in my second home a.k.a. the parking office. And also finding my favorite brand of grapefruit juice on sale at Tops.

I can't catch World Cup games because I'm stuck at work from 9am-5pm. I catch little highlights online and open a tiny screen with pop-up updates while my boss isn't looking. I'm barely making ends meet with my bills piling up faster than my tiny paycheck. I put in overtime at work because I have nothing better to do , and work overtime after overtime just because I have nothing exciting to look forward to.

My plans to watch India Arie and Shakespeare in the Park somehow didn't work out. I ended up staying home making sushi for lunch the next day whilst watching TV. My scrapbooks sit at one side with my half knitted scarf. I might as well put curlers in my hair and become a grandma. I need some excitement in my life!

Afterthought: I did ride a mechanical bull at happy hour after work. My mantra is "You're only 21 once". I'll do everything I can do now which would seem inappropriate when I'm 40. Well, almost everything.