Look at the Moon!

Those who have seen Disney's The Kid will appreciate this post. Those who haven't should watch the movie because it is hilarious.

The movie is about this guy Russ (played by Bruce Willis) who is a colossal jerk. There's this one scene where Russ' friend Amy tries to get him to look a the moon. She is all excited and bubbly about it and tries to point out the Man inside to Russ. At this point he completely mocks her for her childish-ness--after all she's almost 30. This is about 5 minutes into the movie and there is no longer any doubt how jerky this guy can be.

A couple of weeks ago I found myself being the jerk (in my head). My co-worker, who is a sweet 20-something, fresh from BYU, graduate was showing me the plant she had just picked out for her cubicle. She was all excited about the fact that the underside of the leaves were purple. She was so excited...and at that moment I became Russ in my head and berated her for being so ridiculous about the plant.

Fast-forward to this morning. I'm standing at the bus stop, in the pitch dark that is 6:30am and can't help but notice the moon--it was ENORMOUS! Full and smiling -- one of those times when you know the Man inside is smiling.

It was so cool. It was the Harvest Moon, by the way. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I stood there wishing that there was someone to share it with--besides the random bus guy that was more concerned about deciding if he had enough time to run across the street to look at the giant pumpkin a shoe in for the part of the Great Pumpkin in this year's retelling of It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.

I watched it the moon out the bus window the best I could all the way to work--it was that amazing to me.

Perhaps there's a lesson in all of this...whether it's to look up once in a while or to appreciate the wonder that is around us, I don't know. Take it for what it's worth -- and don't be a jerk.

the Gnome I love to hate

About a year ago I went to the local Borders store that was in the process of liquidating their inventory--on account of the building was about to be torn down. While I was there I happened upon a cute little lawn gnome smiling out of his cellophane package. He seemed to be saying "Please take me with you. I'd be SO happy living in your cubicle."

So I forked over the $10.00 and rescued the little guy from his bookstore bondage.

I get him to my desk and out of his package -- and faster than you can say Rumplestiltskin, the little guy turns on me -- No longer is he the cute smiling gnome from the bookstore, but an annoying presence. he just stood there staring at me with his wee beady eyes, looking smug as he stood there on his 4X5 inch square of astro turf. He was promptly dubbed GJerry the GJerky GLawn Gnome...the name fit.

I tried putting him behind my monitor, in a far corner of my desk, but his eyes were ever peering at me. It's very hard to concentrate on much of anything with someone constantly staring at you--it's like having someone read over your shoulder...you know the feeling.

As the months have passed, GJerry is still in my cubicle and it seems that we have reached a silent agreement...He now stands happily in my overhead cupboard looking straight out over my head.

He's stopped making trouble as well. As long as I make sure his 3 silk tulips are in place and change his backround scenery once in a while we're good.

I've Been Warned

When your #1 blog reader informs you that they were tempted to post a comment to say they were sick of reading about the Spanish nerd that you are you know it's time to come up with something new.

But what...?

It's Official

I'm the Spanish nerd.

I recently started taking Spanish 1010 and I have to admit I love it. Every Monday and Wednesday I travel back in time to old high school (which incidentally isn't the high school I attended My Alma Mater was demolished a couple of years ago in the name of progress--in it's place is a futuristic High School Musical-ish sort of place...it's huge--but that's an entirely different tanget. Let's just say its really strange to park my car under the tree where I used to eat lunch) to be schooled in the art of speaking Spanish.

I took Spanish back in Junior High and always loved the way the words rolled off my tongue. I was one of the few that could actually roll my r's in the proper Spanish fashion. Back in those days I didn't like the class very much because it was seventh period and it was always hot and our teacher had a very violent temper -- once he threw a desk across the room to get our attention.

Grown up Spanish is much calmer...the only excitement comes in the form of my cheeks turning pink (woom! woom!) when the hairly fandsome hellow next to me asks ?Que hora es? But that's another story...

Back to me, the Spanish nerd. I love reading my textbook and sit outside on the deck reciting palabras y numeros to my heart's content. Even the hairly fandsome hellow has recognized the fact I'm a nerd (he shares my textbook because he doesn't have one yet). He says to me the other night "So do you like study this all the time?" and I can't lie so I have to admit that I do.

I'm a nerd.

Fairweather Blogger

Much to the chagrin of my many readers (all 3 of them) I haven't blogged in a while. I have friends who are addicted to blogging and can't get enough of it, but me I'm a fair weather blogger. I blog when there's something interesting or the blogging spirit moves me...but that doesn't happen very often. For the moment blogging is just one more thing on my "to do list" that never gets done -- truth be told the "to do list" never gets written. So if you miss me, just remember that some where out there in the universe I am trying to come up with something to blog about...who knows one day you might get lucky and read a blog written entirely in Spanish. Or I may tell you about my 75-year-old friend "Judy" who thinks I am the most amazing person ever created...