love plant

How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days:

Andie: Our love fern! You let it die!
Ben: No, honey, it's just sleeping.

Ok, maybe that isn't a fern, but it is a love plant.

How do I know this?

Because I got it on Valentine's Day. From my bosses at work.

Valentine's Day plant = Love plant.

I might, however, be killing the love. Quite literally.

Having never owned a living plant before, I kinda forgot that you have to water it every once in a while. In fact, it took several days and more than one yellowed leaf and withered flower to make me realize that I should probably change something about the way I was taking care of this precious love plant. [Aka: start taking care of it at all.]

So I've started watering it. The tag also says something about "sunlight," but I don't want to get too ahead of myself.

After all, my love plant might just be sleeping.

t-9 treasures

Don't you just love T-9 mishaps? Well, I do. Especially when they are not my own. Sometimes I can't stop giggling about them for days.

Here are some of my favorites:

[p.s. Isn't that message board great? My roomie Katie made it for me for Christmas. So crafty.]

Yes you read those right.

Nubho - Tim texted me that about a week ago. It was supposed to be "mucho." I guess T-9 doesn't like Spanish very much. [My sociology teachers would probably assert that this somehow represents White Supremacy. Yeah. Idk.]

Shagus tp - Another roomie Meghan accidentally texted that to Katie a few weeks ago. It was supposed to say "Pick up TP." As in, from the grocery store. Makes me giggle every time.

Tomoozfrow - This happened last summer and I am still giggling about it. Blake's phone was on the fritz and it kept sending out wrong words. This was a personal favorite.

P. - Another Blakeism. During the same time period with the phone-fritzing, his phone decided to randomly send me a text with only this letter. I am not even going to try to justify why this was so inexplicably funny to me.

Do you have any T-9 treasures to share?

If so, don't hesistate.

I could use a good laugh.

adventures

At work, there is a closet that I organize almost daily. This constant organization and reorganization is made necessary by the fact that we are always adding new decorations, gifts, and other random crap necessities.

For your viewing pleasure:

The closet.

In all its glory.

Which brings me to my next point.

Sometimes the boxes are very heavy. I know this because, well...I try to lift them.

Yesterday, I tried to lift a box this size:

(No, not the medium box to the right. The one on the left. That's right. That huge baby.)

down off of the very top of one of the shelves. Consequently, the use of my head was quite necessary. My arms are buff, but when a box weighs 300 pounds, they tend to suffer. (Slight exaggeration. But only about my arms being buff. Ok maybe about the 300 pounds. But not about the suffering.) In the process of trying to get the box down with my arms and my head, my hair got caught on the tape on the top of the box.

Just picture it. I'm standing on a stool, holding a humongous box in my arms, using my head as a buffer, and getting my hair caught in the tape.

I'm sure it was quite a sight to behold.

Fortunately or unfortunately, no one was there to witness it.

Luckily, I stepped down off the stool without any egregious accidents, but I couldn't quite stand up straight to set the box down, because, well...my hair was still caught in the tape.

So I had to spend the next few minutes bent over trying to get my hair out of the tape.

At least work is never boring.

Ok. Exaggeration.

At least I have adventures.