XXXIV

1. I'm ready to be out of the 30s when it comes to posting titles for Schmozzles. Typing 'XXX' makes me cringe a little inside and say a little prayer that the Blogger people won't set my blog to 'warn' mode due to inappropriate content.

2. My stomach is making some loud, bizarre noises. Does it not like my bagel? Or is the third cup of coffee sending it over the edge? Must be the bagel. There's no such thing as too much coffee.

3. You know how, if you're driving on the highway, and a big rig looks like it wants to change lanes you can slow down and flash your lights as a sign that you'll let them in? Then, when they change lanes, the unspoken rule is that they will flash their lights back at you as thanks? I love that. It makes me extremely happy. I think even if I had to slam on the brakes and get rear ended, I'd still be happy.

4. When the truck drivers fails to say thanks? Not. Cool.

5. The other night I was trying to have a competition with Len to see who could hum for the longest without having to breathe.  I followed the proper competition rules of showing him how it was done, and the competition started in earnest.  As we were humming along and I was certain I would win, he reached over and jabbed me in the ribs.  There went that round.  And, as it turns out, every round thereafter since he would start at bizarre octaves or do anything to make me giggle and lose my focus.  I tried to play the 'You're not being fair' card but he replied with 'You just need to focus.'  Suffice it to say that he won.  You can't hum while you're giggling... you just can't.

6. The following morning, I needed to be at work at 6:30 to be settled and prepared for a 7AM conference call.  My alarm went off went it was supposed.  My arm immediately reacted with 'go-go-Gadget-get-that-snooze- reach' and suddenly it was 6:15, and I was racing through my shower and trying to get out the door.  I was late.  Only by 7 minutes, but still late.

7. I have a theory that my being late is directly related to losing the competition.  Therefore I blame The Len.  I'm going to go out on a limb and say he doesn't much care.

8. Lastly, I do not like spiders.  However, there is a giant spider that we discovered in the parking lot at work that is entirely fascinating.  I've never seen one this size or colour before, and so I had my coworker take a photo of it with her Blackberry and email it to me.  (Yes, you can consider that fair warning that there is a picture of a giant spider below.)  It had bold yellow stripes on its back and belly; crazy long, segmented legs, and in some lights, its back seems almost metallic looking.  The body is about the size of a dime, and the entire length of the spider (including legs) is probably almost two inches.

Isn't he cool?

Before y'all start thinking I've developed some love of spiders, I can assure you I don't get too close.  I lean in for a closer look occasionally, but then always step back, just in case Mr. Spider is feeling closed in on, and feel the need to leap off the wall and onto my face to teach me a lesson.

9. In case you were wondering (and I know you were) the main reason I dislike bugs is because they fail to understand my theories on personal space: stay out of it, it's mine.  For example, when the disgusting centipede like creepy-crawler fell from the ceiling and landed smack dab in front of me on my desk.  I may have panicked.  And leaped away from my desk hollering for someone to kill it before it ran away and disappeared.  I couldn't get the creepy-crawler feeling out of my skin for a few hours.  Blech.

10. And that's enough talk about bugs for one day.  Shudder.