Someone I know has issues

A person I know told me the other day that he won't eat at a certain restaurant because he saw a man with aids eating there once. He also won't eat at another restaurant because on thanksgiving they serve free food to homeless people and aids patients. He said he won't drink coffee at the office because they don't wash the pot in a dishwasher and only hand wash it. He sits in his office and cuts his toenails and fingernails while he is on the phone with people. In the summertime, he never wears shoes in the office and does not hesitate to itch his bare feet. Every time he comes into my office he rubs his back against my wall and door frame because "it itches." He is making a big grease stain on the wall too where he keeps leaning against it. Whenever he wears black he has dandruff all over him and scratches his head and you can see it fly all over.

But yet he talks on his cell phone while he poops (every day for 20-30 minutes at a time- and how can you wash your hands and wipe properly while on the phone?) and sticks his hand into MY bag of chips and takes fries off of MY plate (and I doubt he washes his hands because the soap in the bathroom hardly ever runs out), chews with his mouth open , and picks his nose constantly. He also leaves his nasty starbucks cups in the refrigerator with coffee and rancid cream in it for days and reheats it or leaves it in there until other people throw it out. He never takes the garbage out, he just leaves it by the door for others even though he walks right past the chute on his way to the elevator. His office is disgusting and looks like a pig sty but he does not hesitate to tell people to clean up the rest of the office, which is his papers and discarded mail that he can't bother to throw in the garbage can.

So other people's germs aren't good enough for him but apparently his are good enough for everyone else. GROSS.

Some more thoughts on the weather

I was driving home from work yesterday, passing all the houses in West Park that have their pumpkins out. Due to the recent snow fall, they are all wearing little white yarmukles. I thought that was too cute. The little white hats almost look like toupees and make the pumpkins seem somewhat more alive and whimsical.

One perk of being from the "country" is that B and I go to an awesome pumpkin farm in Fremont every year. The pumpkins are huge and the prices are low. We fill up the back of the car with all the different sizes, gourds, and hay. The worker comes around and surveys our load and asks "30?" Which is always a more then fair price. This year we only got four large pumpkins and we sat them out on the porch to welcome trick-or-treaters. It was too cold to carve them and we like to make them last until Thanksgiving so they sat out there in all their natural glory. Sure enough, two days after Halloween, 2 were missing. Not smashed in front of our house like last year, but just gone. I like to be optimistic and think that someone who couldn't afford one now has one, but in reality it is probably smeared all over the road some where. Why people think they can take things that don't belong to them, I don't know. I remember being about 8 or 9 and someone smashed our pumpkins. I asked my dad why someone would do that and all he could tell me was "kids". I think when Trey is old enough we will tell him a story about the Pumpkin Fairy that comes and takes the pumpkins back to the patch on Halloween eve. If they aren't stolen, then I will have B throw them away and maybe we can turn something disappointing into something magical.

And next year, I am going to leave a sign on the porch telling anyone to take one if they can't afford one. Then maybe those kids might feel a little guilty. Instead of stealing from me, I will give them away.

Some interesting things...

to me anyways.

Today as I was driving to work I noticed a bright yellow leaf stuck in the snow drift on the hood of my car. The seasons moved so fast this year there was no time for the leaves to even turn brown. I don't know where October went and I have a feeling November is going to be the same way.

The other day B and I had this conversation:
E: Did you hear Reese Witherspoon and her husband are getting divorced?
B: No! Really?
E: Yeah, I heard it today.
B: That's surprising, they seem like a good couple.
That conversation was spoken with the same passion as it would have been if it was our best friends or our next door neighbors. Weird how celebrities are like that. That must by why they get stalked all the time, people think they "know" them. Even more weird (but AWESOME for me), is that my husband and I have conversations like that.

B put a nail through his finger 2 nights ago. It went in through the front and out through the back as he was pulling boards off of the back porch getting it ready to be enclosed. The interesting thing about this--he claimed it didn't hurt AT ALL. Don't know if it was the shock or what, but crazy. I would have been in straight up hysterics. In fact I felt a little sick thinking about it and all the germs that could be in there. Guess this is preparing me for when my kids come in the house with their little bones sticking out of their skin after they fell off of the swing set. YUCK. B got a tetanus shot yesterday and all is right with the world again.

I have taken to referring to the Baby's Room as "Trey's Room". Don't know if it is because he is getting closer to getting here or the room is closer to done, but weird I think. Sometimes I think about how I don't even know him. But I guess I must know him more then anyone else because I am really the only thing he knows so far. I also like referring to my baby as "Fetus" and "Good Ole' Number 3". I think I am getting crazier and crazier as time goes on. Hey! No comments from the peanut gallery over there!