Great news!!! Upon sensing my sadness over the flashlight fiasco, CT3 went out this morning and got me a new one!!! What a great guy! He surprised me as he bought it and snuck it into my bedside table drawer without me even knowing.
The flashlight sounds like a common little household item that most people have, yeah?? Well, with the vicious storms we have sustained lately, my flashlight has been my comfort, and lived by my side. I would be stuck home alone in the dark, and there he was, Mr. Flashlight, standing by to faithfully rescue me the second that the power would go out.
Well, my flashlight was not my own. It was CT3’s and much to my dismay, he actually uses it for work, firefighting, etc. Just as quickly as I had gotten it, it was taken away. As he pried it from my desprate little fingertips (okay, so he really just took it back out of the bedroom), he promised he’d get me another one.
A couple of days later he had fulfilled his promise and bought me my own brand spankin new flashlight! I know what you’re thinking…why is this chic excited about a flashlight? Well, when your husband works nights and the power goes out at 3 am and you cant even see your own nose, Mr. Flashlight becomes a life saver.
Yesterday rolls around, he brings up the flashlight…I get all excited and ask estatically, “oh yeah! where is it!?” CT3 just burst out laughing. As I inquired about his laughter, he told me that a lady at work needed to borrow it. Fine, I am thinking…loan MY new toy to her. Whatever. It is just a flashlight, right???
Well, him being the wonderful gentleman he was, had gone into work and when the lady asked to borrow one he told her he had a new one she could use. Apparantly, the lady thought he had bought it/given it to HER. What CT3 was loaning-MY flashlight, she took as a gift. Yes, not only that, but then went around the plant telling everyone about how sweet he was and boasting of her new light. She thanked him profusely and CT3 was a hero for the night. Given her excitement over the petty item, he could not dare break her heart with the news that IT WASNT HERS!!!!!!!!!! Now I am once again stuck without, though justified in that I am not the only one who gets excited about flashlights.
Maybe I am just doomed to be stuck in the dark…
P.S. I swear I wont only write about random objects and food…though food is a top concern, be prepared for a real life update soon!!!
So, this is how my morning began. I woke up late and in a frenzy. Typical. If you have known me for longer than a minute, you have probably been at one point in time asked to be my faithful alarm calling to “make sure I am awake.” Well, today Jessica texted me, and no, I didnt even hear it, much less see it, til I was almost to work.
No worries though. I was still on time and even managed to pour some Cinnamon Toast Crunch into a little baggie so I would have breakfast. Please note here, that on my drive to work, I made a concious effort NOT to stop at Starbucks, though I wanted it SOOOOOO badly. I walk in to work, boot up the ole computer and get settled for the day. My stomach lets out a ginormous gurgle. I pull out my purse to get my little stash and what do you know, it has dumped all in my purse.
Yes. All over my purse. Ladies, my purse has all sort of little compartments and side pockets, which from here on out will have the sweet aroma of cinnamon and probably even be sweet to the taste, if one should dare taste it….
What do I proceed to do?? Like any good heathly hungry woman, I dig in. Heck, instead of eating out of the plastic bag, I just eat out of my purse.
Thankfully, my purse didnt have too much in it, so I was able to pull out my billfold and a couple of reciepts and eat every measly square of my breakfast. Though the squares hadnt been damaged they were sorely lacking the cinnamon sugar part which now nicely decorates the floor of my purse.
Lets just say breakfast wasnt all it was cracked up to be…I am hungry again, so lets hope lunch is more successful.
I thought I had grown out of peer pressure on that glorious day that I graduated high school. Apparently not.
Yes, its true. I, Lauren Train, have succumb to the pressure of the world wide web and have officially started a blog. For what purpose it will serve, I am not sure yet. I keep talking to people about it, and then keep talking to myself about it, so I figured I’d give it a whirl.
If anyone should ever choose to read this and keep up with my ever so exciting life, there are a few important things you should know about me. First, I write how I talk. Second, I am slightly dramatic. I am always telling the truth, it just may be a little on the dramatic side…hence why my husband lovingly refers to me as “dramatica.” Don’t worry. It is a term of endearment. Third, I love ellipses. You know, the little three dot thing “…” they are the perfect punctuation and I use them quite frequently. I think those are the main things about me. It wouldn’t be wise of a professional blogger to give all my secrets up front now, would it??
With that said, I think I am off and running with my first post. I promise it wont be as boring from here on! Anyhoo, its about bedtime, so I figured I would end Jay Leno style with a top 10 list of reasons for starting a blog….
Jay would be depressed. Mine weren’t so funny and I seem to have puttered out after about six. I dont know if its sleepiness or lack of inspiration, but feel free to add suggestions….not that you would know why I actually started it, but maybe it will enlighten me to some more reasons that I am yet to think of. Well, here goes: