The girl I want to be

I'm no longer going to be willing to play the the-girl-you-contact-when-you-are-bored and/or frustrated and/or lonely.  You either want me in your life or you don't.  This whole game is not [imagine me snapping my fingers thrice in a "Z" formation] working for me! 

I want to be the girl...

 

...you call just because.

 

...you bring tulips to when you pick her up for dinner.

 

...you want seated beside you during a Star Wars marathon.  Please bring Junior Mints!  [Note:  I will turn my head in that creepy Darth Vadar scene when he burns his face.  Ick!]

 

...you want to change my last name.

 

...you don't mind seeing cry.

 

...you want to take to a baseball game!  [I heart baseball.]

 

...you want your parents to meet.

 

...you imagine in your future.

I'm tired of being treated like a therapist...or, even worse yet, the girl who you don't mind breaking her heart.  I'm done being that girl.  [Insert the "Z" snapping thing.] 

I'm choosing life.  An abundant life!

Curb & Butter

Concrete that is poured along the curb and has that cool "lip" is called Curb and Gutter.  I apparently thought it should read "Curb and Butter."  Unfortunately for this engineering secretary, butter is a real world and since spell-check doesn't have a clue that butter is not gutter, it did not catch the error of my ways.  Do you see the story unfolding? 

Oh yes, friends.  I sent out a document - a legal document - with a heading to a particular section as, Curb and Butter.  This error was only caught by one individual.  ONE!  It surprised me as the document was viewed by atleast 20 sets of eyes -- and some of those eyes wear corrective eyewear (4 eyes)-- thus making the total number eyes...potentially 80! 

Fast forward to today -- (as the initial Curb & Butter conundrum happened about 12 months ago) -- I printed C & B document as a spec for an engineer.  Thankfully said engineer has a great sense of humor and was delighted to read "Curb and Butter."  She pointed it out...and said, "Although this is hysterical, I really don't want this section in my specs."  I assured her that the BUTTER would be removed.

While sharing this story with Misty, I had a fabulous notion.....if the Contractor really did read the section as typed...can you imagine how funny it would've been if he would've said outloud, "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NOT BUTTER???" 

This is what happens when you give me coffee with REAL creamer and a 3-day weekend...  I digress.  I laugh outloud about "Curb and Butter"!!!  It's my tragic flaw.  But you do have to admit that it is kind-of funny....right?

Happy Thursday!