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Don’t invite Charles Dickens to your seance.

Published September 29, 2015 by Malia

I am thoroughly convinced that my office is haunted.  Up until last week, though, I hadn’t mentioned it to anyone because I didn’t want people to think I was any crazier than I actually am. 

The way my office is situated, I sit right next to the door, but when I’m on the phone, my back is mostly turned towards the door.  Now, it’s not unusual for people to walk in to drop off results, or other things that need my attention, and if I’m on the phone they’ll usually leave the item on the file cabinet behind me.  Since it’s such a small office, whenever anyone walks in, I can feel the movement of air as they pass behind me.  On a regular basis, I’ll find myself taking a phone call and will feel someone walk in and stand behind me.  However, when I hang up the phone, no one is standing there. 

Like I said in the beginning, I’ve not been mentioning this oddness, but now I know I’m not the only one experiencing weirdness. 

Last week, I came back from my lunch break, and my coworker (we share an office) asked me if the blinds had been closed when she arrived.  I told her they were, that I had closed them mid-morning because the sun was beating in and I wanted to try to keep it semi-cool.  She then told me that when she was on the phone, she could have sworn that someone opened the blinds, but when she looked at them they were closed.  We then sat and discussed the fact that this room seems haunted.
I know there’s a reasonable explanation for most everything.  Me thinking that someone is walking behind me is likely the by-product of a change in the air pressure.  My co-worker thinking the blinds were opened was probably the sun hitting them just right.  However, I know that there are some things in this world that are just unexplainable. 

When I shared with the boy that I’m relatively certain my office is haunted, I was met with a decent amount of skepticism. 

To be fair, I understand his skepticism.  He’s been fully exposed to my super overactive imagination.  A few weeks ago, I spent the entire evening watching Mysteries at the Museum and Mysteries at the Monuments, and when it was time to feed the cat and go to bed I freaked out.  I made the boy walk me to the basement and stand there while I fed the cat, and when we went to bed, I wouldn’t let him turn out the lights until I was securely in bed…safe from Charles Dickens’ ghost and aliens.  Mostly from the aliens.  I’m not too concerned about Dickens, unless he decides Great Expectations needs another ending.

 I remember him wearily asking me, “Now, you’re scared of history?”

In my head my reply went something like, “Of course I am.  If we don’t fear the terrible things from the past, how will we learn and not allow such horrors to take place in the future?”  What I actually said went more, “Protect me from the aliens!”

At that point he rolled his eyes, sighed  (I’m sure he was envisioning the future filled with him having to protect me from every ridiculous thing I see on t.v. that’s even slightly scary), and went to sleep.  Leaving me to fight the aliens off with my pillow.

And that is why I understand his reluctance to believe my office is haunted…but it totally is. 

The Playlist

Published September 26, 2015 by Malia

One thing about our wedding that makes me super happy, is the fact that multiple people have told us how much fun they thought it was.  I know I may be biased, but I think they’re right.  Probably one of my favorite things from our wedding is the playlist.

Back when we first started dating, one thing we would do is put YouTube on the Chromecast, and we’d both keep adding videos to the stream.  It made for many hours of inexpensive entertainment.  Since we weren’t having a dance at the wedding, the boy had the idea of putting together a giant YouTube playlist that would run in the background throughout the reception.  It’s filled with nerd music, parodies, and some pretty random weirdness.  It’s also a pretty good look at what entertains the two of us.  So, whether you were at the wedding and confused by the quiet YouTube videos, or just wanting to watch an eccentric stream of videos, I’m going to share the playlist with all of you!

My weekend to-do list with semi-related pictures I found on Pinterest

Published September 25, 2015 by Malia

1.  Make house look like two sane people inhabit it, instead of one sane person and one deranged squirrel person.

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Accurate depiction of me avoiding responsibility.

2.  Work on wedding Thank You notes.  Why is this such a difficult task for me to complete? 

3.  Find the bathroom decorations that are still packed.  I’m tired of our bathrooms looking like they belong in a college dorm.

4. Go to the gym.  I hate that when I miss a few weeks at the gym, I actually can tell.  I miss being young and unaware of the need to exercise.  Now, it makes me feel all the pain, and I tend towards being super cranky.

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5.  Make bread.  We’re completely out, and I want toast.

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6.  Figure out someway to make the spiders go bye-bye.  I want to be able to go sit on my swing without living in fear of having something 8-legged climb on me. 

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7.  Watch Doctor Who.  Strange, that I have to actually write this down, but I didn’t have a to-do list written up on Monday and I completely missed the premiere of Big Bang Theory. 

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8.  Find a plant for my office.  My boss said it’s fine to put one in the window, I just need to buy one.

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9.  Actually complete tasks I have on this list. 

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Why so serious?

Published September 23, 2015 by Malia

A few months ago I found myself at dinner with a group of women.  Since they all have small children, most of the conversation focused on said small children.  I heard many gross stories (mostly involving throw-up.  I came home and kind of freaked out.  The poor boy was met with the line of questioning, “Did you know kids throw up?  Cause they do!  Like all the time!  Pretty much everywhere!  It’s all they do!  It’s their entire life’s purpose!  You can’t even change the sheets because they’re just gonna hurl all over them!”). 

There was one point in the evening when the topic of blogging came up.  I got asked if I’ve ever gotten any mean comments.  I replied that I don’t really get many comments, but the ones I have gotten have always been fine, kind even.  However, I don’t really write anything inflammatory.  I write fluff.

The truth is, I could easily write multiple posts about how mad and/or offended I am by whatever the trending thing that everyone is mad and offended by.  But, what would be the point of that?  Sure, I’d probably get more readers if I was loud and opinionated all the time.  I won’t lie, that would be kind of nice, a bit of an ego boost.  But, at the end of the day, what good would it do?  The internet is already full of loud, opinionated, angry people, how would I be making the world a better place by adding my voice to that seething cesspool of hate? 

Besides, if you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m kind of a wreck.  I’m not the most emotionally healthy person you’ll ever meet (more healthy than some, less healthy than most).  More than once it’s been mentioned to me that I’m a bit manic.  So, keeping that in mind, it would be unwise for me to constantly write about things that upset me, because it would just lower my mood and do a number on my general emotional state.   

Instead, I’m going to keep writing about fluff.  Talking about how much I love my Jams (www.mannaberry.jamberrynails.net)!  Sharing about my car drama.  Raising eyebrows about the weird world of medicine.  Mooning over the boy. 

And if you’re really desperate to get my opinion on something controversial, feel free to ask.

‘Tis The Last Brakes of Summer

Published September 22, 2015 by Malia

It’s the last day of summer and I thought the perfect way to celebrate the end of a summer filled with car trouble would be to have my brakes completely go out.  Okay, they’re not completely gone…yet…  I’m sure in some parallel dimension they’re working absolutely perfectly, but this dimension saw me driving to work this morning, scared to death, wanting to cry every time I rolled through an intersection.   You never realize how many lights there are on your daily commute until you find yourself unable to stop and praying, “Lord, don’t let anyone hit me, and PLEASE don’t let me hit anyone.”  Let me just say, I am super thankful that I don’t work nights anymore.  Going to work in the early morning means minimal traffic to deal with. 

It’s hard to believe that the summer is at an end.  This year is just going by too fast.  I know when I was little I always found it funny when adults would talk about time going quickly, or something happening not long ago (15-30 years is apparently not long ago to old people).  Time passing quickly is one of the things I truly dislike about getting older. 

You know what else goes quickly the older you get?  The flavor in gum.  When I was little, I could chew a piece of gum for hours before it lost it’s taste.  Now, I’m lucky if the flavor lasts more than thirty minutes.  Is it just me, or is gum less high quality these days?  Plus, to get any decent bubble blowing done, you have to chew 4-5 pieces.  That’s just wrong.  And yes, I’m almost 31 and I still blow bubbles (soap and gum). 

So, good-bye summer.  Hello fall.