Thursday, March 10, 2011

Corporate Consideration Law

I work in a cubicle. I'm ok with it. Really I am. I have cute little decorations so I don't go on a killing spree so it looks nice.

Check out my rubber duckies:

Dude, the far right is a Mets ducky that a co-worker made for me. It's totally bad ass.

To the right of my monitors, I have some cute pictures, a happy face mug to hold my paperclips (because my paper clips need to be happy, DUH), I even have a living bamboo plant. I say living, because I'm not sure if it will survive much longer.

I can deal with a lot. I'm an older sister for goodness. Smelly food in the office, is something I can't deal with. Hot Sauce to be exact. I'm even allergic to oranges and if someone eats one near me, my skin turns pink-ish red and really itchy. I would prefer to be called a color -ish and itchy, then smell hot sauce.

Which prompts me to come up with this: Corporate Consideration Law. If the food smells, eat it somewhere else. According to M, this means that they would have to ban all food from the office. I think he's right. Never gonna happen though. They want me to have my occasional gummy bear, otherwise, I would go postal. But Gummy Bears DO NOT emit any type of odor.

Just think people, think. If it smells, just say no.

(end rant)

Monday, March 7, 2011

Kobie Blue

This weekend I bought a 2007 Chevy Cobalt with 59,000 miles! He is a beautiful White color which might make it odd that his name is Kobie Blue. My mom and I are weird, but here he is in all his glory:

He's adorable & I love him.

I bought him on my nonna's 81st birthday. To celebrate his 2nd day in our family, my mom and I drove 43 miles to go to the nearest Cracker Barrrel.....mmmmmm delish.

Friday, March 4, 2011


It's a very hard thing to say aloud, much less type. My grandfather died. My nonna. Mr. Federico Vezza.

I borrowed this from Kim:

God hath not promised skies always blue,
Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through;
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.

But God hath promised strength for the day,
Rest for the labor, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
 Unfailing sympathy, undying love.

I know that he's in a better place. Suffering from Parkinson's was hard on his family, but so much harder on him. He was born on January 12, 1930 and passed February 15, 2011. He was 81 years old and loved by everyone he touched during that time.

He passed peacefully, which is a wonderful relief to us. Grief is a Challenge that Came and I will have to learn to cope. I really can't get into much more of it right now.

But I will say, that Nonno, the snow the day of your funeral - really not funny.