Day 3 of my journey to bring you 365 smiles this year. I'm beginning to lose touch with reality (again) I could have sworn I saw an image of myself looking back at me while I was brushing my teeth this morning. Only it was horribly distorted, almost as if the other me had woken up from a long deep sleep. No matter what I did, it wouldn't go away! I finally had to drag myself away from those cold calculating eyes and leave for work. I can only hope this voyage is worth sacrificing the rest of my sanity...
As a descendant of Aztec Royalty (I can't really prove it but I'm sure it's true, surprised?) I do my shopping for calendars with the utmost respect needed. I don’t want to disappoint my ancestors and the legacy they have bestowed upon me. I should be able to know what day it is by using rudimentary tools you say? It's a good thing I don't have a webcam cuz I'm making an obscene gesture right now, just for you!
Anyway, every year I go to my local Border's Bookstore and spend about half an hour (sometimes even longer) deciding which calenders will be lucky enough to come and live at my home, purse and office.
The one for my office has to be "I wish I was there right now!", the one in my purse has to be sophisticated-ly cool and the one I use for home has to be pretty enough to showcase it on my peninsula. I need to know what's going on in my life at all times so imagine how long it takes me to update all my sweet little calenders. Plus the one in my Blackjack.
What's interesting (OR NOT) is that I don't have a life!
That's my little calender tradition. I know everybody has their own calender quirks. Brian doesn't change his until the exact day it needs to be changed and Jean Knee waits until February (she never knows what day it is, IT'S FRIDAY JEAN KNEE!) (just kidding, my Aztec genes tell me it's Thursday).
So here is my "life", kind of sick huh?: (not included are the desk ones I have at work)
By the way, it's super cold here in Chicagoland. My cheeks look like a couple of freezer burned chicken breasts! The wind chill has us at 10 below zero. At least my pistachio ice cream won't melt while I'm eating it.