i was a good person this weekend

andy & i spent most of memorial day weekend at his parents lake house on lake sinclair. weather was good, water was cold. i fell off the sea doo, which wasn't entirely andy's fault. he was churning up the water pretty good, going round and round in really tight circles so that we were on the verge of rolling over. that's the whole fun of it, and of course i was laughing and screaming and having a great time but my hands hurt bad from hanging onto that stupid strap. if you have ever ridden on the back of one of those things you know what i am talking about. andy stops with the twirling and i let go a little, and of course right then he peels out, hard left and i go flyin' off the back. andy had no clue that he was minus a passenger so he just kept driving, he probably got over 100 yds before he realized he had dumped me off.

we got back to atlanta late on sunday night and took all of our bottles & cans (from the weekend) to the recycling center at tech. it's fairly convenient since it's right off the interstate but it kinda sucks because you have to sort your glass by color, which is kinda hard to do at night, but i don't care because i looove to recycle. i'm quite a fanatic. if i am ever in possession of an empty can/bottle or any other recyclable material and there is not a recycling bin for it nearby, i will stash it in my purse or car and make sure it gets into the proper bin later. i don't go so far as pulling things out of public trash cans, but it angers me when i see trash can full of nothing but recyclable materials. the worst is at ikea, where there are recycling bins throughout the store, right next to the trash can. and of course the can is full of recyclable stuff.

i was planning on going wakeboarding with a few people from the tech club on monday morning, but someone wanted to take her babysitting charges on the boat and i was like hell no, i'm not going if there are kids in the boat. i won't even go into how stupid that is, because later the driver msg'ed me to say this certain person wasn't going to bring the kids after all. i think i had pissed them both off anyway so i figured i'd just sleep in and go another time when the water is warmer. i wonder if she brought the kids anyway. oh and there is so much drama going on in the club it's not even funny. once the club got kickass boats the douchebags came out of the woodwork. i'm definitely on some peoples shit lists right now, which sucks, but oh well.

monday afternoon andy and i had a nice picnic lunch on the patio at his office. yes, the man chose to work that day. since i didn't really have anything better to do, i donated blood at the red cross. it was a personal best time of 14 minutes, boo-yah!

so this weekend i recycled and gave blood. don't you feel like a horrible, horrible person? coincidentally, i also finished reading how to be good by nick hornby.

tornado damage

sometimes i hide swedish fish candy in the console of my car so that i will have an unexpected surprise later in the day/week. it's awesome when i find the candy and its all nice and warm and melty from the afternoon sun. i found some last night. it was a good night.

on a totally different note, here's a picture of some buildings that still show damage from the tornado a few months ago. i took this photo yesterday from the top of the underground atlanta parking deck. i heard that those windows were made of a special type of glass that's hard to find because it's old. or something like that.

blogging at work, about work

most of you probably know that i work for a law firm. i've never quite come up with an accurate, concise job title for myself, so when people ask what i do, i tell them that i do everything except practice law. this is often amusing to people who aren't actually interested, i.e. most of the people i've run into at engagement parties in dalton, ga. but seriously, i do a lot of stuff. it varies each day.

here's how my day has progressed:

came in at 8:30. unlocked front doors and turned on lights. emptied dishwasher. found my ongoing list of supplies that the office needs, looked up item numbers from staples website, and emailed list to the person that buys stuff. attempted to tidy up the av room. reshelved some old tapes. took photos of my coworkers for the firm's new website. listened to coworkers bitch about their photos. spent some time cropping and retouching those photos. helped coworker lay out a 4 x 6 envelope in ms word. photocopied checks, took checks to bank. took judgment from recent trial to cobb state court to be signed by judge and filed. time was approx. 12:15. nobody in chambers so i waited five minutes and buzzed again. again no answer. waited some more, buzzed some more. did every single person in that office go to lunch? sheesh. left courthouse and walked entire perimeter of marietta square. sat on a park bench for ten minutes, watched small children play on locomotive sculpture thing. watched big kids who were entirely too big to climb on the sculpture chase away the little kids and climb on the sculpture. went back into courthouse. no one in chambers. sat in front of window overlooking the square and watched the same big kids pile into a stretch limo. buzzed chambers again, no answer. unfortunately i left my cell phone in my car, so boredom came quickly. sat back in front of window. remembered i had play-doh in my purse. played with play-doh. organized my already-organized wallet. buzzed chambers yet again. no answer. strolled up and down the hallway. buzzed chambers again at 1:30, finally someone answered. dropped off file. got back to office, read email from coworkers. ate lunch. restocked beverages. put people's mugs into dishwasher. replaced toner in copier. retrieved the mail. sorted mail. made copies of stuff for boss.

some kind of boring today.

is "resurfing" even a word?

saw this van while driving home from work.

i mean, how cool/stupid am i, that i can fish my camera out of my purse and take a good photograph while traveling 65 mph? hm. anyway, i'm assuming this person means "resurfacing," because i'm not sure what surfing has to do with cabinets and countertops. then again, i could be totally wrong - i've seen all kinds of crazy services out there, and maybe this person comes to your house and teaches you how to relive any surfing experience in your own home, using your bathtub or countertops.