One Makes all the Difference

As I mentioned in an earlier post, Doug is our newest coworker. I learned this week that he married a foreigner. I figured it out when I answered the phone and had a difficult time understanding her. Living in the South – although cultivating me on new food, phrases, and "slow talkers" - has not allowed me much interaction with other cultures or accents especially outside the country. After Doug got off the phone, he informed me she is Scottish.

Later in the afternoon, I was trying to explain her background to Jordan and Mark. I attempted by saying, “She is from Scotland, so she isn’t a Native American…ummm, and neither am I for that matter.”

I meant to say a native of America.

One word in the middle of a two.

One word would have made all the difference.

One.

One vs Two.

Single vs Married.

The next time anyone gives me grief about being single, I’ll have to point out just how important One is.

I’m One.

And that makes all the difference...somehow.

Double Talk

Today Johnny-Cherie turns 15! Oh my goodness. One more year and she'll be driving...

The other day she and I were relaxing on my bed. I was browsing through a magazine while Johnny played a game on my cell phone. I saw an advertisement for some ridiculously overpriced skin-care products. I read the description to Johnny and then told her the price.

She looked up from the phone and exclaimed, "Are you serious?! You would have to be stupid, rich, or (pause) a celebrity to pay that!"

I told her there was no need to be redundant.

Oh well.

Johnny-Cherie, Happy Birthday, I love ya! (pause) Happy Birthday, I love ya!

I Smell Trouble

...and it smells kinda fruity.

I was thinking the other day - in the shower of course because that's typically when my best ideas come. Anyway, so I was thinking and not paying attention to my shower routine. I picked up the can of shaving gel, cupped my hand, and sprayed a generous amount. It was orange.

My shaving gel is green.

I looked and realized I'd picked up Johnny-Cherie's gel by accident. Her shaving scent is Melon Medley. Curiosity got the better of me so I sniffed it.

That was stupid. I was mere inches from a nose full of gel.

Which brings me to my question: why do shaving creams have scents? I don't need to have shaving gel that close to my nose. I mean, it's not like I have to shave my nose hair...and even if I had to for some gross, unfeminine reason, I wouldn't use shaving gel.

Scented tweezers. That's what I would need.

You Know You're a Blogger if...

10. You google your blog to see how well it rates.
9. Conversations start with, "You can't blog this."
8. You spend at least an hour everyday catching up with friends.
7. You end a phone conversation because, "you have to go write your blog."

6. You find random pieces of paper in your purse, in the car, at work, in your pillowcase, in the fridge, on your hand with ideas for a future post.
5. You can type the first letter of your domain name and your blog immediately pops up on the drop-down menu.
4. A friend says, "How are you doing? I haven't been to your blog recently."
3. Conversations end with, "Charlottalove, did you hear that story? This would be a great post."
2. You talk about your friends even though you have never actually met.
1. You meet someone at an activity and know each other by their profile name.

Isn't it Ironic

My office just hired a new guy named Doug. We were each introduced to Doug last Friday and he officially started Monday. Until we get his office set up, he is working at a table in the break room. Yesterday I went to get either a snack, a cup of water, or a glance out the window and Doug was talking with Ray. Ray broke from their conversation and asked Doug, “Have you had a chance to talk with Charlotte much?” Doug answered, “Yes. She is pretty sharp…and real funny.” Ray responded, “Yeah, she’s funny!”

I nodded and said, “Thanks boys, I’ll be here all week.”

Ironically, I couldn't have been more serious when I said that.