Early this week before I went into to work, I got into town early to go to the tanning bed and had a little extra time, so I decided to get some coffee at Panera Bread. Dressed in my usual driving to work apparel, shorts and a t-shirt, since I have NO FREAKING AIR CONDITIONING in my car, I ordered my coffee and power breakfast sandwich. Now, I noticed the nicely dressed woman next to me cutting me some unusual sideways glances, but I didn't pay much attention. However, when the man in the suit and tie next to me gave me a cold, hard stare as we fixed our coffee, I began to wonder what was up. Did I have a booger hanging out of my nose, was there toilet paper on my shoe, I mean why were these people looking at me like I was out of place?
That's when I looked around and realized that I was, in fact, out of place. I was the only one in the entire restaurant not dressed in full on business attire. THE ONLY ONE. Not anyone on their way back from the gym, no women just stopping by before going to the grocery, every single person had on some version of a suit, tie, dress pants, skirt. Apparently, there is a dress code at this time in Panera Bread, and I was not following it. As I carried on to my table, people looked at me with mild disgust. "Who is this woman, and why doesn't she have a job?" I wanted to stick a sign on my table that said, "Yes, I work. Yes, I will change before work. I just don't want my clothes to be sweaty when I get there."
Now, if there is one thing worse than being in your gym shorts at 7:30am in Panera Bread, it is being in your gym shorts at 7:30am in Panera Bread and spilling your entire large cup of coffee. Naturally, I looked around to see who saw me do this (everyone) and laughed as I grabbed a large stack of napkins to clean up. Nobody else was laughing.
So lesson learned, next time I want some hazelnut coffee on a work week morning, I will need to either go to Starbucks or get my suit dry cleaned.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Why Jarad is My Soulmate
No, this is not a mushy list of reasons such as how he makes me laugh when I am upset or how he is supportive and caring. He does those things, too. However, these are just a few of the events, quotes, and things that happen on a daily basis that truly lead me to believe that we are perfect for each other.
1. He has loved me through thin and thick, salads and ice cream, flat abs, flabby thighs, and that period of time freshman year of college where I had linebacker shoulders and could easily whip his ass.
2. He calls me on my B.S. I tend to be exaggerate, blow things out of proportion, and generally just be full of shit. He does not care to call me out and keep my crazy self in check.
3. He will engage in an hour long pinching war in a sports store, complete with running, screaming, throwing balls at each other, as well as putting on boxing gloves and hitting each other. Yes, we are both in our twenties and college graduates.
4. In the 7 years we have been together, when we are in the car together, he ALWAYS has one of the two country radio stations on. Regardless of whose car we are in and without being asked. The only exception is Rascall Flatts and Taylor Swift, there is only so much a man can take.
5. He FINALLY admitted that I was a better athlete in high school.
6. He calls me by the ridiculous nickname of "Squirrel" or when I am moving slow he combine the squirell with turtle thus resulting in "Squirtle" He even calls me this when he is mad.
7. We took a day trip as part of our honeymoon to go to "The Wizarding World of Harry Potter"
8. He knows that I cannot remember anything. Therefore, he always checks to make sure the oven is off after I have cooked, the doors are locked at night, that I didn't leave clothes in washing machine, and pays the electric bill.
9. And despite the fact that I have both poured milk and gatorade on him, when this morning I threatened to pour a glass of milk over his head if he didn't quit touching me, he replied with "Ha! Like that hasn't happened before."
I know this has made me out to seem like a liquid pouring bi-atch. So, I feel the need to throw
in that I will yell at someone and stand up for him when his extreme niceness prevents him from doing so, and I am the one who ripped up a test and threw it in the trash can during high school math in protest of the unfair material because I knew he didn't know how to do it.
So, along with all of the mushy stuff, there is the great thing of having completely opposite personalities that happen to go together perfectly well. Cause there can't be two crazies in the same marriage ya know.
1. He has loved me through thin and thick, salads and ice cream, flat abs, flabby thighs, and that period of time freshman year of college where I had linebacker shoulders and could easily whip his ass.
2. He calls me on my B.S. I tend to be exaggerate, blow things out of proportion, and generally just be full of shit. He does not care to call me out and keep my crazy self in check.
3. He will engage in an hour long pinching war in a sports store, complete with running, screaming, throwing balls at each other, as well as putting on boxing gloves and hitting each other. Yes, we are both in our twenties and college graduates.
4. In the 7 years we have been together, when we are in the car together, he ALWAYS has one of the two country radio stations on. Regardless of whose car we are in and without being asked. The only exception is Rascall Flatts and Taylor Swift, there is only so much a man can take.
5. He FINALLY admitted that I was a better athlete in high school.
6. He calls me by the ridiculous nickname of "Squirrel" or when I am moving slow he combine the squirell with turtle thus resulting in "Squirtle" He even calls me this when he is mad.
7. We took a day trip as part of our honeymoon to go to "The Wizarding World of Harry Potter"
8. He knows that I cannot remember anything. Therefore, he always checks to make sure the oven is off after I have cooked, the doors are locked at night, that I didn't leave clothes in washing machine, and pays the electric bill.
9. And despite the fact that I have both poured milk and gatorade on him, when this morning I threatened to pour a glass of milk over his head if he didn't quit touching me, he replied with "Ha! Like that hasn't happened before."
I know this has made me out to seem like a liquid pouring bi-atch. So, I feel the need to throw
in that I will yell at someone and stand up for him when his extreme niceness prevents him from doing so, and I am the one who ripped up a test and threw it in the trash can during high school math in protest of the unfair material because I knew he didn't know how to do it.
So, along with all of the mushy stuff, there is the great thing of having completely opposite personalities that happen to go together perfectly well. Cause there can't be two crazies in the same marriage ya know.
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