OVERACHIEVER... ARE YOU ONE?

My bestie at work, JLo, and I text all the time.  Usually at the end of the day about something that happened at work, and ALWAYS before work. We do this because of our work environment, and the importance of being prepared for anything and everything that may happen. For instance, he may need to remind me to "not look ugly" or I may need to remind him to "spray tan."  At any rate, we are frequent texters. 


Lately we have been switching off getting coffee or tea at SBUX of a morning. (as mentioned before, we are besties) So this morning, I return home from bootcamp, and run into the bathroom to get into the shower like I do every morning. (I like routines) I take extremely quick showers, mainly because I strongly feel I am ADD, and I get bored. I bounce out of the shower, and hear my text signal. Its JLo- "just got to the office" he says. WTF! Its 6:52 in the morning. We don't have to be at work until 8:30. (actually 9:00 according to the employee manual, but no one follows the manual). One hour and thirty eight minutes early. I would call this overachieving. By no means would I consider myself lazy, or an "underachiever", I simply believe I am "on par." Being on par is awesome. Why the hell would I want to walk into work an hour and thirty eight minutes early, when I know I am going to be staying late. JLo and I stay late alot at work, and this really doesn't bother me. I would prefer to do my overachieving at the end of the day, rather than at the beginning.


By the time I get to work (at 8:30), JLo is happily working away in his office. I walk in to discuss our upcoming trip to Antlers. He insists we leave at 6:30. Leave from the office at 6:30! Holy Moly! My suspicions are confirmed, he is an overachiever. Probably always has been and always will be.  This creates a conundrum for me. Should I start trying to overachieve? Is his overachieveness going to make me look like an underachiever, or will people realize I am achieving at the correct level. It wouldn't be called overachieving if you were achieving just the right amount. 


Now I start thinking of all the overachievers from HS and College, and Law School. This leads me to a little story I like to call "Dyke Bank." Yes, it was a nickname of someone in law school, which my friend KP and I gave someone from our class. DB liked to overachieve and shoot that hand up before each question could even finish spilling out the professors mouth. I mean, even if I wanted to answer the question, which I never did, simply because I didn't want people to hate me for being soooo smart. I mean I'm sure everyone thought I was probably 1 or 2 in the class, so why keep rubbing it in. Anyways, DB shot the hand up every time, it was truly amazing, and regretfully, probably one of the reasons DB and I never got as close as I knew we could.  


I bring this blog to a close because I just received a text from JLo, and now I feel guilty.  


Arrivaderci!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Teeny

CONGRATULATIONS

 
Buona Pomegiatta! Congratulations to my dear friend Christina on her graduation from Nursing School. I guess those four years on the Dean's List in Accounting at OSU just wasn't enough for you =) Christina and I became friends our Sophomore year of college when she transferred from Nebraska. I suspect we will remain friends for a very long time. She is one of the most thoughtful,  intelligent, kind people you will ever meet. At first, I wasn't sure if she would like nursing, she will be the first to admit how pampered she is. But she does have a big heart, and a thing for doctors so I think she will be great! I would love to be sick and have someone as pretty and nice as Christina taking care of me. I, along with two of my other friends from college, will be traveling to Kansas City for the weekend to witness this event. I suspect since it is somewhat related to college, the aroma of frat parties and jello shots will be in the air, and we will likely treat this weekend just like any other college weekend. =) Cheers!

April 2010

Its funny how many things can change in just a year. A year ago today I was an energetic graduate student, and still a proud resident of Tulsa, Oklahoma. I had only one pup of a pet. Today, I am a real adult with a real job, and real worries, one large learning disabled dog, and one shrimp of another dog. However, when I think back and reflect on my life a year ago, and compare it with today; I figure the same things still make me happy, so not that much has really changed. Reflecting on what truly makes you happy, and what really makes you feel at home brings some perspective, and comfort. Everyday when I'm driving home from work, I look forward to hugging my doggies, (or maybe having them attack me), seeing my husband discussing our days, and getting the mail of course (ever since I was 4 and my mother allowed me to leave the house by myself, I have always enjoyed fetching the mail. Getting the mail brings that sense of excitement I think those who are addicted to heroin might feel) At any rate, since I haven't blogged since October, thought I would start with a short and sweet one. Life is good, friends are great, wine can cure almost any ailment. Ciao! (I will be inserting one Italian phrase into any blog I post until I return from Italy. I am trying laboriously to learn the Language of Love...)

Art

OK. I used to have an obsession with this boutique in Tulsa called Little Black Dress.I probably would still have an obsession, but I moved out of the area code. Super cute clothes, and a super sweet owner. Well I was looking at their site, and they are decorating with some super cute art. I wanted to share this site, it is totally worth looking out. This guy is very talented!

http://www.sloanemerrickart.com/gallery/hearts-collection/

PEEPING TOM

The topic was touched on at lunch today. "The Peeping Tom". We were all discussing how utterly mortifying it would be, to find that you have one. Looking up from my morning regime of coating on 25 layers of mascara, and then to find that someone is peeping in on me. How intrusive!

The discussion made me ponder a few issues. First, why is his name Tom? Do people who actually have the name Tom, feel more inclined to peep? Does someone name their offspring Tom because they once were a PT? Would the phrase have the same effect if his name was Pete? Peeping Pete? Also, why is it this crime gets afforded such a charming nick-name? I mean, we don't call burglars- burglaring Freds.

Also, at what point do you cross the line of simply being a curious individual, a Nancy Drew of sorts, into recieving the stigma of a "Peeping Tom?" I mean we all have some degree of curiousity deeply rooted within us, some more than others. So, at what point do you become a Tom? Is it when you actually trespass onto another's property in order to get a peep? Or do you even have to tresspass? Can you be a PT with binoculars across the street? Do you have to be peeing on a certain individual, or can you just peep into an empty house? Can you peep into a garage, or is a garage even considered attached to the actual homestead in order to render it a private area?

Many of this issues, have caused me much anxiety this afternoon. Causing me to neglect my duties at work, and sit, debating the importance of the label, PT. It was only after hours of stress, when I realized "All of these answers can be answered with the click of the button"

So.... I clicked on Wikipedia, and my questions have all been answered.

For, the Wikipedia definition of a Peeping Tom is as follows:

Peeping Tom is a person who, in the legend of Lady Godiva, watched her during her ride and was struck blind or dead.

Happy Peeping!

Fascinating tid-bits about R.B.G.

1. She's 76 and she still works.

2. She was born on March 15, the last day of the ides of March.

3. She has a wicked fashion sense.

4. She will be celebrating Yom Kippur on Sunday.

5. Her favorite designer is Jimmy Choo. (this is unconfirmed)

6. She reminds me alot of Zach Nash.

9.25.09

Things I look forward to:

1. Getting my hair done by MEL tonight.

2. Getting a Pedicure for Jen's birthday tomorrow.

3. Tailgating tomorrow at the OSU game.

4. Leaving work today.

5. Removing my eye makeup tonight becuase my eyes hurt.

6. Retiring.

7. Drinking wine tonight.

Things I do not look forward to:

1. Driving to Dallas on Sunday.

2. Showering tomorrow morning.

3. Putting the ironing board away before Brett gets home.

4. Wiping my makeup off the counter before Brett gets home.


I hope everyones list of what they look forward to, far outweighs the list of things they dread!!!