So much to say

I apologize for the disjointed mess that is about to appear on this page. It’s sort of a reflection of my cluttered mind right now. . . so if it seems random and unconnected, it might be. Just hang with me. And pretend you understand. Because you love me, which means you just have to accept me with all my crazy tendencies.

In crazy Nashvegas news, it snowed. OK, so it wasn’t like a real snow. It wasn’t like a say Colorado snow (Brandy! Remember that year it snowed like 7 inches here and Nashville came to a standstill? That was great! OK, so it wasn’t then, but it’s hilarious in my memory now.) But there were definite snowflakes floating through the air prettily when I left the women’s event at church last night. And there was a little, tiny amount of very dry snowflakes on my car this morning when I left for work. While the cold temps in Nashville are out of the ordinary, I’m loving it. Which is weird because I HATE being cold. But I’m getting to wear my peacoat, the one scarf I actually like (I think I only own like 3), and hats! I have a fedora. It makes me happy.

On a whole other topic altogether, I hate the pants I have on today. Why do I own them, you ask? I really have no idea. I have an inkling that they were something purchased on a mother/daughter shopping trip (by my mom) and I probably didn’t try them on, because I hate that. Had I tried them on, I would have realized they’re the cut of pants I can’t stand (hit at the natural waist, which means there’s a waistband right around my belly button, which I can’t stand).

Next question: Why are you wearing these pants if you hate them? Because YS is in town. This is the same thing I went to Pittsburgh to be a smiling face in the Student Ministry booth. And later today, I’m walking down to the convention center to man the booth some more. Which means I had to wear a certain T-shirt to work. And since there’s the dress code. . . .finding pants that I could wear to work and looked OK with this T-shirt was a difficult feat. I fear I might be wearing “homeless chic” again. Oh well. I’ll survive. (BTW, I am wearing—gasp—corduroy. There are patch pockets, but no rivets. Let’s hope I don’t get turned in for wearing jeans.)

And, finally, guys, it’s Friday! I need a Friday. Yesterday I was mad/miffed/frustrated with a coworker who’s never where she’s supposed to be at a certain time. It’s frustrating sometimes to work so closely on teams and to have to depend on others to get tasks done. Because in this field, everyone has to pull their weight and put in their piece of the puzzle for the product to be completed. It slows everything down when you have to spend part of your time looking for that person and making sure he/she is doing what he/she is supposed to be. But it’s Friday and all is forgiven.

Have a good Friday, all!