haircut

why is it when you get a haircut, people feel obligated to say, "did you get a haircut?" and wait for a "yes" response before saying "it looks good". i mean, seriously, just say you like it without confirming that i got the haircut, or keep your mouth shut.

it takes me back to when i was in kindergarden... a 5th grader at my bus stop had gotten a haircut, or maybe it was a perm? in any event, we got off the bus and i asked her if she had gotten a haircut (clearly, i was too young to do this differently). of course she said "yes" and then followed it with "do you like it?" (now i am remembering: it was most certainly a perm.) so i looked at it, and said "no, i think it looked better before." honestly i'm not sure she ever spoke to me again.

so let me say this: if you notice someone got a haircut and you like the new style, feel free to simply say "i like your haircut". if you notice, and do not like it, keep it to yourself.

(note: i got a haircut and i look awesome. if you see me, feel free to just jump out with "OMG your new haircut looks great!")

vending machine

yesterday we went to a really bad mall... we had a store credit at Kohl's that we were burning to use-- which, incidentally, was really difficult: we had trouble finding a suitable purchase. anyway i went to the bathroom in the mall, and noticed this vending machine on the way out of the facility:

yes, that's right. this vending machine, or convenience center, offers tampons, bubble gum, condoms, breath spray, and spirit bands... none of which cost over $1.00 each.

i wonder which is the most popular...

opening party

after all the heartache... i feel proud.

a wolf in sheep's clothing

We received a gift in a fairly prestegious box from a not-so-close family friend. Upon opening the box, we discovered that the gift inside was not in fact the brand it claimed to be. And I mean it's presumably a copy.

I ask you, who does that?

coincidence

yesterday andrew and andy came over for pancake breakfast. it was great to have a reason to clean our table and use our new dishes! we chatted about stuff, including a few memories from our wedding (3 weeks ago). i decided to blog about the conversation so i don't forget it.

let me start with a little background: our friend matt is a climbing friend of ours, and unfortunately had to decline the invitation to the wedding because he was traveling overseas to visit his girlfriend who is doing some work there (i think). then, somehow he realized that his flight was not until later in the day, the same day of the wedding, so he told dan he'd be able to make it to the ceremony and leave directly from there-- we were very excited!

ok, now fast forward to October 25. andrew, andy, and andra (who stayed with them for the weekend) drove from andrew and andy's place in Somerville to the venue in South Boston.

this is the story that andrew and andy told us yesterday-- totally paraphrased for emphasis.

them: who was your friend at the wedding with the big backpack, wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and flip flops?

us: oh, that was our friend matt-- he was literally on his way to the airport after the ceremony and cocktail hour

them: yeah... so we saw him on the street corner when we left our house-- he was waiting for the bus. all 3 of us noticed him and considered where he might be going, then all 3 of us noticed him again at the wedding and thought, 'oh, we could have given him a ride'.

random. fo sho.

spatial relations

i pride myself on being able to select the best size plastic storage container for leftovers of all shapes and forms.

it's almost 'the office'

this is probably crossing the line of information, but whatever. i can't contain it anymore.

there are 2 people who sit closely to me at work-- which means that they also sit near each other. at least once a day, they talk on the phone. both are overjoyed to be talking to each other, and one frequently puts the other on speakerphone.

um, really? is this necessary? i think not. i feel there should be a minimum distance apart that 2 employees must be in order to be allowed to exercise phone rights. someone needs to tell these people-- the speakerphone is insane, because we hear this cheerful person in stereo surround sound-- and it's just too much.

too much.

One week later

Mrs. Shana and Mr. Daniel