Wrangler Dani

I can be a rather staid person, sometimes to the point of being so responsible that I forget to have fun. (You’re thinking: we know you’re no fun, and now you’re Captain Obvious. Wow, Dani, this is really boring. If I wasn’t stuck at work, I’d leave this awful blog and never come back… Well, fine then. Nobody is making you stay. Shoo. You and your mean thoughts. Anyways.)

Lately, though, I am completely distracted at the slightest provocation. Actually, the above paragraph is a perfect example. I started out telling you that I’m very grown-up and responsible, and ended with a snarky conversation between myself and my reader’s imaginary thoughts. This imagination thing takes distraction to a whole new level.

Because of my complete inability to hold one thought for longer then a minute at a time, (My hands smell funny. Is that the keyboard smell? Wait, blog? Ummm, yes.) Anyway, because of the short-attention-span that is plaguing my life lately, today’s post is in bulleted points of whatever random thoughts fly into my head. Enter at your own risk. (Mmmm. Blueberry muffin. This is definitely blueberry muffin weather. I wonder if Starbucks still has those lowfat-but-not-really ones? That sounds so good right now.)

Oh yeah. Blogging. First Bullet. GO.

• It’s blueberry muffin weather.
• “Blueberry muffin weather” is when it’s the perfect blend of stormy and fall-ish and we all (my family) hung out cooking (and eating) eggs and muffins until late morning, at which point we all just wanted to go back to bed thanks to our distended tummies, but instead would foolishly go chop firewood or something.
• Christmastime is here! Well, not really. But the mall and Starbucks are sellin’ the Corporate Christmas Scene and I’m buyin’. I can’t help myself. Something about the red ribbons, twinkle lights and eggnog just makes me happy…
• Naps are amazing. I’ve taken to getting home around 4:30 and crashing for at least an hour before my nightly activities begin. It’s one of the best things about my entire day. Which is actually a little sad when you think about it…
• I need to work out more. Lately naps have had priority over sweat, so my fat has had priority over my muscles. Yuck.
• Speaking of working out, I work on the 6th floor of my office building, and can often be found running up and down the stairs following particularly aggravating projects – it doesn’t work so well in heels, though. Frustration management and traditional business wear don’t mix. I almost tumbled to my death last week.
• Hence, today I am taking advantage of the fact that it’s Friday, and am in baggy pants and sneaks. I’ve already run the stairs twice and it’s only 10 a.m.
• Friday. Just the name brings a smile to my face and a sparkle to my eye.
• I have to work this weekend though. Boo that.
• Diet Coke doesn’t have the polar bears on their Christmas cans anymore, and this is very sad. They’ve replaced caffeine-addicted fuzzy characters with generic holiday-ish patterns and I am not a fan. Way to lose your edge, Diet Coke. At least Original Coca-Cola stayed true to Saint Nick.
• I got involved in an interesting discussion of facial hair last night. OK, so I wasn’t really involved per se – I didn’t have a whole lot to add as far as my facial hair growth patterns – but I was fascinated. How do bristles just sprout out of the side of your face? All six or so guys standing around had funny stories about shaving too often or with a wild boar tusk or something. That would actually make a great book. “Not by the Hair of My Chinny-Chin-Chin – Manhood, boyhood, the first shave and the quest for beardedness” Nobody steal this – I’m sensing a Bestseller here.
• One of my good friends is having a black and white birthday party tonight. I realized I don’t have anything black and white. Nothing. So I bought a white shirt and will get away with pin-striped pants, I hope. If I still lived with Val some serious closet-raiding would be happening tonight.
• I cut my hair. Just cut it all off. Kirsten and I went to dinner the other night and were both complaining about our hair, so we decided to fix it then and there. We went to SuperCuts ’cause we’re classy like that, and paid $18 for incredibly smokin’ new wigs. Anyway, I cut about 5 inches off all the way around. Shorter in the front, longer in the back – but not a mullet. Just so we’re clear.
• White-Out is so fun. I’ve pretty much mastered the White-Out on Post-It Note art form. Wait, what? I don’t know who that girl is. I’m working.
• I bought a table at a garage sale for a buck and then spent $30 on paint and stuff to re-finish it, because that math makes perfect sense. Actually, though, “working in the shop” has been super fun, and I’m really looking forward to getting grubby again this weekend.
• Speaking of the shop, we’ve transformed Adam’s fun garage into a SUPER fun garage, with two kayaks, a mountain bike, fishing gear, body boards and now, woodworking projects. His neighbors love us.
• Since the woodworking craze began, I call Adam’s garage “The Shop”, FYI.
• And, he’s building me a chest/home for a very small, very naughty person who needs to be locked up in a box. Actually, I jest. It’s gonna be awesome and I can’t wait to fill it with stuff and set my hot cocoa on it on a winter evening. We even found the perfect hardware for it.
• I need to go kayaking.
• I need to quit making a random list and get back to work.