Sabrina, where ya been?
Friggin busy.
Proof?
My desk about a year ago:
..So clean, so fresh, so nice.
My desk today:
That would be four, yes four, computers. All on and doing something. Often I find myself shaking a mouse wondering why it isnt working, only to realize I’ve got the wrong one in my hand.
Dont get me wrong… three of those computers are Macs and that makes me very very happy. If I could set up two more and completely surround myself, that’d be cool with me. But, they sure do mean more work. And more work means less blog.
So, I’ll see you in a few weeks.
I have this shirt. It is now 14 years old. I’ve been wearing it since 9th grade (I know, lets not talk about the fact that I fit in a shirt from 9th grade). In high school… I probably only wore it when I was sick… for comfort. And in college, maybe a little more. But something happened post-college and it became my most favorite shirt. And now, after 8 years of wearing it regularly, its become a second skin to me. I cant imagine life, specifically sleeping, without this shirt. Sure, it goes away for the winter months… but in the summer, I have to force myself to wear something else. All I want is this shirt.
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The shirt has its first hole. Its obviously thinning in other places, and it wont be long before the whole thing falls apart. You might as well have told me my dog was dieing in six months… thats how devistated I am. I realize its just a shirt… and I’ll get over it… but I think about how comfy it is… how natural it feels… and I dont want to say goodbye… I love my shirt.
Last week, I was Krogering and I spotted something I’ve been keeping my eye out for awhile… purple cauliflower! I knew it existed, and could often find the orange variety, but they were always out of purple (naturally). This was my lucky day!
I bought it… even though I had no idea what I would do with it (other than stare at it, and clap my hands every time I opened the fridge).
Unfortunately, I was not quick enough… and it was moldy by Monday. After taking this picture (see the mold? yuck!) I threw it out. Bummer.
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I should be better prepared for the next time. What can I do with purple cauliflower? Purple cauliflower soup (how awesome would purple soup be?!) Do you have any suggestions?
Yesterday might have been the most exciting day of my career. I got to unpack a brand new 20 inch iMac and set it on my desk. And I get to keep him. He’s so handsome. And his name is Cole. My supervisor said the only time she’s seen me this happy is when I got the call for AJ.
Unfortunately, I had to install Windows on it (certainly not my preference). It felt bad and wrong. It sat for several minutes with that horrible BSOD blue. I could barely look at it. Yuck.
But it’s mine (at work!). The only thing better would have been a Macbook. 
I’m standing at the deli counter at Kroger, waiting for the woman behind the counter to slice up some balogna for me.
As any good cold cut slicing person should do, she asked “Is this thin enough?”
I said “yes, thank you.”
“A little thinner?”
“No, that’s fine.”
“A little thinner?”
“No, that looked great.”
“A little thinner?”
“Sure.”
What does that say about me?
