Things I do in the office...

Well, I have zero dogs at the moment, so does that imply that all it takes is ONE dog for me to become a "crazy dog lady"? (Source.)

...to distract myself when there is no work to be done:

1. Repeat phrases in my head.

Example: in contemplating the title of this post, "things I do in the office...things I do in the office...things I do in the office..."

2. Move my head in all directions, like a bird.

3. Drink water.

4. Refill my water bottle when it is empty.

5. Go through Pinterest and laugh (sometimes too loudly), pin, repin, like, at the "humor" pins.

6. Listen to music on Spotify (regular business hours haha).

7. Think about awkward moments in my life.

Example: like when I used to wear the "slim fit" jeans in middle school, even worse that I would wear a black belt and black dress shoes with white socks along with those jeans. Or like when I unconsciously make weird faces at friends/co-workers/strangers who are not in the "super-secret-approved-Euni-list-of-people list."

8. Read the good old "Mathematics for Economists" textbook. Guaranteed oodles and oodles of fun.

9. Daydream. --- Well, we all know I do that even if there is work to be done. I think I am 75% in daydream mode, and that's not taking actual bedtime slumber into account.

10. Walk around the office, stretch, balance on one leg, pretending to be a flamingo.

Now, my distraction activities aren't just limited to the above list; I have been known to apply unnecessary amounts of chapstick, browse online for dresses, look at webcomics, play with Google maps, cut out funny pictures from the junk mail the office receives, draw and color dinosaurs, etc. Wow, when I mention all the things I do when I'm not working, my job sounds super awesome. But don't think that I neglect my work; I just that efficient that I have so much extra time on my hands.

Another Teeny Tiny Update

Wow it's Monday night (well, in less than half an hour it'll be Tuesday in good old Texas), and guess what? I had the funniest thing happen to me.

Well, it's not funny, and I don't like bringing this up too much because it makes me feel like I'm craving attention or whatever, when I just wanna share this story because it's strange and rare...So basically, I have class on Mondays and Wednesdays, in the evening, so my usual schedule for those days is: work, yoga, school, cereal (for dinner). Well, Monday went by alright and good, then Wednesday came around. Work, yoga, bug bite?, school, cereal. Yes, bug bite. Bug bite? Whatever, bug bites are no big deal, right? WRONG. On my short walking route to school, I felt a slight pinch on my right ankle. It must be a small piece of tree/wood or a rock that just hit my ankle, I thought, I'll check it out once I'm inside the building.

I make it inside, and guess what? It was neither woodpiece nor rock. A small circular black bulge was stuck to my right ankle. As I looked more closely at it, I realized it was a bug (an unknown type of bug at that!), and I compulsorily flicked the little monster away. No second thoughts on it whatsoever...until I got to class and realized that the bug had left a very red and puffy mark. That's when I thought of the possibility of a tick. Could a tick have attached itself to my poor ankle and stolen some of my blood?? I couldn't focus in class because I kept thinking about ticks and Lyme disease and that bullseye mark that shows up when a tick bites you.

I calmed myself down and decided the bug bite would die down and disappear by morning. ONLY NOT. In fact, not only had the bug bite become redder and puffier, but the reaction had spread throughout the top of my right foot and above my ankle too! It was a horrid sight. My right leg looked bigger than my left leg, and I was NOT cool with it.

But still, I convinced myself that it was probably nothing, and that if my foot wasn't better by Friday morning, I would go to a doctor. Hahaha, right. When I got home, my mother noticed the mutant foot, and by the time we picked up my younger sister from school, we headed straight for the emergency room.

I've visited the ER lots of times before, but never as a patient haha. I was terrified. And of course, it was busy at that time of night, so my mutant foot was last on the list of important patients (I guess strokes and broken bones are more important?). While waiting, and when finally taken to one of the exam rooms, I had the pleasure of being some sort of morbid entertainment for a couple of nurses, who marveled at the sight of my mutant foot. After another hour of waiting, the assigned doctor came in, prodded the mutant foot, and said blood would have to be drawn, to make sure there wasn't infection. One of the nurses from the earlier entertainment session came in to take my blood, five test tubes in all, all while calling me "pumpkin" and "sweetie."

Long story short (sort of), we waited another hour, doctor came back in and said the tests came back normal, but to be on the safe side he would prescribe some antibiotics. I assumed that since there was no mention of Lyme disease, there was no risk of it happening at all. We got the prescription and left by 2 in the morning.

Later during that Friday morning, I decided to do research on the antibiotics I had been prescribed, and GUESS WHAT? That antibiotic is used to fight LYME DISEASE! It was a flabbergasted moment for me: of all the people in the world, of all the things that can happen to us, I was at risk of Lyme disease! I started laughing; I felt like those people on those Mystery Diagnosis shows.

Anyway, I know I can't say with 100% certainty that it was a tick that bit me last Wednesday, or that I do in fact have Lyme disease, but like the doctor said, just to be on the safe side, I'm taking those antibiotics. I do however wish that he could've mentioned it, you know? He could've been like, "So, uhhh, the blood tests came back normal, which is good, but your description of the bug and your mutant foot's reaction leads us to believe that you could contract Lyme disease. It's a very minimal chance, but just to be on the safe side, I'm gonna prescribe these antibiotics." See how much calmer I would have been?

Oh well, my foot's better now and I can't wait to use it in all its capabilities once more! Hello yoga and hello social life! :)

Dreamin' Dancin'

It's been what...like two or so weeks...?...since I last wrote. Do I feel terrible about it? Just a little, but I've been transitioning to Fall-mode, and that means lots and lots of daydreams, singing, humming, driving, and apparently, also dancing.

Ha, not in real life in public...yet. But dancing has begun to creep into my dreams as of late. Allow me to share the weirdest dream I've had this year:

So I'm walking around with some family, headed to a public library (which as far as I know, does not exist), and blah blah blah---this part's not too important---the POINT is, leaving the library, we're walking towards our car (which is not a car we have), when I see a ruffian in a hooded robe coming closer and closer to us. My first thoughts: hmm, is it Halloween already? Let's pretend we're not scared by his hooded attire and walk away. But then...I see this miscreant pull out a crowbar and start trying to break into our car! I became upset and started running at him, ready to attack. It's at this moment that I realize I'm wearing heels but I try to ignore this little detail. The miscreant looks intimidated, drops the crowbar, and starts running away. I yell out "Yeah bastard, you better run away!" but this is a bad choice on my part, because he heads back our way. The miscreant booms "YOU WANNA FIGHT?" To which I say, "Yeah let's fight!...DANCE FIGHT!"

It's at this moment that I break out in some awkward and probably really dumb (even for dream standards) dance. And I'm humming my own beat to get some rhythm flowing. I finish my dance and then it's the miscreant's turn. He breaks out his own routine. Meanwhile, my mind is concocting a way to distract him from hurting us, and when he finishes, I say, "See? You are good at something!" And then I wake up.

This is how I felt in my dream...(source via)

But that's not all. Right before I woke up this morning, I recall the following:

I'm in my childhood home, in the kitchen, and I tell my younger sister to video record me while I twirl around in the air like some sort of ballerina. She obeys and when I'm done twirling, I see the recording. I'm like a magical twirler, because I seriously propel myself in the air and stay afloat twirling for what seems a really long time. Then my grandmother (who is a very small woman) does it too!! And all I can say to myself is "Wow, must be genetic!"

Yup, now I feel like dancing. Anything really, even though I'm a terrible dancer...though I will admit, when I consciously fully decide to dance ridiculously, that's when everyone else think I'm doing a good job. Whatever, it still feels weird to me!

Palpitations

xkcd: A Hypochrondiac's Nightmare

Happy Monday to all! This is a short "in the meantime" post; I will definitely try to post my regular Music Monday post later this evening, if time allows me to! Just a quick thing I wanted to share with the world...

Am I in love or am I just suffering from some heart murmur or palpitations?

Or could it just be a semi-allergic reaction to celery juice???

Also, did xkcd intentionally misspell "hypochrondiac"??

A few questions that I might never know the answers to I guess...see ya later!

Tiny Rock Story

Hi everyone, I know it's been a while, but I'm back for good now that my summer semester is over! :) It was great---I took my fourth unit exam last Tuesday and the final on Thursday, and quite frankly I did very well in both (more so in the final than on the fourth, but whatever, the class is over!!!).

Anyway, when I got home Thursday night after the final, I didn't know what to do. For the past couple of months I had been focusing mainly on math math math, and quite abruptly, there was no need for me to go to "mymathlab" or the course website to work on homework and study. I was...

FREE.




That's totally how I feel right now. ANYWAY, the point of this post is a true story that happened just the other day, I think it was either Monday or Wednesday, on my way home from work.

~~~So yeah, I'm driving home, and there's something y'all should know about me before I continue with this story. I try to go as long as possible without turning on the A/C (during the warm seasons) or the heater (during the cold seasons) in my car. Well, when I have passengers I usually take them into consideration and will turn the A/C (for example) up to the first level, you know, that first "click" that the air knobby thing makes...If I really like the person(s), I'll even turn it up to the second or third "click" just so I know he/they won't be suffering too much...

Alright, so on this particular evening, I was nearing the end of my daily evening commute, for some reason, I had my window down all the way, enjoying the beautiful (unusually unseasonably cool) weather, and I was all "lalalalala" singing along with the music on the radio...when it happened.

Some tiny rock came flying into the car and hit me in the chin. Then disappeared somewhere on the car floor. Out of nowhere, like seriously, it wasn't like this rock flew in because of some other car driving by and propelling it in my direction. It just decided to alter my usual daydreaming and reverie.

Why hello, tiny rock. I hope you enjoy your stay in my car before I thoroughly clean the poor thing.~~~

By the way, if I find the tiny rascal, I'll be sure to take a picture and share. Also, every time I start falling in love again, I remember how good it feels to be at the start (or beginning) of things. I think this little adventure is going to be a really wonderful and meaningful one. ♥

Mints vs Chocolates

"Really good chocolates."

A verbal exchange between two children, aged 5 and 10 years old, and three adults:

5-year-old: Why can't I have a mint? I won't choke on it!

Mother: Yes you will, you know you're not allowed to eat mints until you're 6 years old. (then tells the two other adults) We have a rule at our house---you can't eat mints until you're 6.

Other adults: Oh yes, that's a great idea (murmured in agreement).

{5-year-old pouts.}

Lady adult: Hey, you got chocolates earlier today anyway! And they were really good chocolates too!

Guy adult: Oh yeah, and lemme tell you, chocolates are way better than mints. Like two times better than mints.

10-year-old: Nuh-uhhhh, more like ten times better than mints. So lemme get ten mints now {starts counting out mints from the mint bowl at work} One, two, three

Adults (altogether): BAHAHAHAHA

Needless to say, I think the 5-year-old got over it, and the 10-year-old got to show his snappy cleverness. I sometimes wonder: how come my parents never paid attention to all the witty things 5-year-old Euni would say? I'm sure I'd have a book-full of notable quotes and witty bon mots....surely I would.

Happy Friday! :)

"HOWDY HOWDY HOWDY!"

What's my favorite scene ever from Toy Story, you ask? Ok, maybe y'all don't care, but if you are in fact wondering...this is my favorite scene EVER in the entire history of Toy Story movies. Enjoy:



A toy shark pretending to be Woody??? No other character can top his awesomeness...or should I say...JAW-esomeness????? Ok, I'm almost finished here with the terrible plays on words...but I have one more thing to share (I was almost only going to share this with ONE lovely human, but since it brings so much joy to me whenever I see it, I just have to share this with anyone who might stumble upon this teenytinytidbit post!)



Whoever created this: YOU ARE AWESOME.

 A special thanks goes out to my younger sister: she knows how much I love this scene and how much I like to pretend to be the shark pretending to be Woody at random times in random places; her googling skills are amazing---she can find ANYTHING.

Here's to hoping y'all have Toy Story in some way or other run through your minds today! :)

P.S. I guess I'm starting my "Favorite Things" segment early this year? Unintentionally, I guess!

The Ballad of Mr. Buggy

The Ballad of Mr. Buggy

Got in a stranger's car

Needed to get away from my hometown

Didn't know where this car was headin'

Mr. Buggyyyyyyyyy

Gonna take a riiiiiiiiiiiide

Of a lifetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

Lost in midnight's darkness

No way out of this forgotten 'mobile

No goin' back, no way no how

Mr. Buggyyyyyyyyy

Gonna take a riiiiiiiiiiiide

Of a lifetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

It's a-thunderin' hard

Confessin' my last small sins to the world

Scared froze'--preparin' to meet death

Mr. Buggyyyyyyyyy

Gonna take a riiiiiiiiiiiide

Of a lifetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

~~~The sun awakes me~~~

~~~Life shines upon me~~~

~~~My journey goes on!~~~

Mr. Buggyyyyyyyyy

Gonna take a riiiiiiiiiiiide

Of a lifetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

Must be on a spaceship

'cos ev'ryone looks like a blur to me

Gotta enjoy this while I can

Mr. Buggyyyyyyyyy

Gonna take a riiiiiiiiiiiide

Of a lifetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

A sudden turn, that's all

"Why we stoppin'?" I ask from a distance

"That's it, Buggy, end of the ride!"

~~~I look around, windin' down~~~

~~~Look how far I've travelled~~~

~~~Time to start a-new my dears~~~

Mr. Buggyyyyyyyyy

Gonna take a riiiiiiiiiiiide

Of a lifetiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime



I want to dedicate The Ballad of Mr. Buggy to my older sister, who unknowingly had a stowaway bug in her car. Oh, and of course, this is dedicated to the star of this ballad, Mr. Buggy.

Mr. Buggy on the window.

"Nice to meet ya!" - Mr. Buggy.



Please tell me Mr. Buggy was a dangerous bug. We made him get out of the car when we got to work. Farewell, Mr. Buggy!! Happy travels!

Music Monday: Venezia

Happy Music Monday! Thought it was time for some lightheartedness again, and I was in 1980s Spanish music mood---Hombres G to be more precise. The above song is titled Venezia, and this particular song has made a home in my mind as Texas welcomes the good old (infamous?) Texas summer weather. It is hot. Very hot, and it's gonna get only hotter as summer progresses, but it's all good, because that only means that autumn comes soon after. And y'all know how much I love autumn. (A whole lot, in case you didn't know.)

Anyway, GUESS WHAT!?!?!?

I finally....FINALLY....got a BICYCLE!!! I sure as hell don't know how to ride it yet, but this evening right after I made my two-wheeled investment, we stopped by the so-called COYOTE PARK (ok, really it's called East Hill Park, but I've seen coyotes and bobcats and even DEER in and around!), and decided to have my first lesson.

Me, with the highlighter pink shorts, and my mother, with a meme face for the sake of anonymity.

Yup, I got a PURPLE bike. It was either the purple girls' bike or the TONY HAWK boys' bike---now, I'm all for gender bending, but if I'm gonna look ridiculous while learning how to ride a bike, I might as well be as girly as possible....maybe I should have gone with a Barbie bike instead...

Anyway, I made a fool of myself in front of an Indian and a white family, for about half an hour. We had issues putting the bike back into the Jeep, so my mother decided my sister and I would ride the bike and/or run back home. OH JOY.

My sister rode the bike, and I decided to jog beside her all the way home, by the way. Here's a snapshot of our route. 0.6 of a mile, that's CRAY CRAY Y'ALL!

That's a lot of running on such short notice!

Anyway, now I'm home, tired. Glad to say that I'm FINALLY on the right track to doing what I want. Hopefully my bicycle adventures will get better! :) If not, y'all will sure get to witness my mistakes hahahaha!!!

Have a great day/evening/night (or whatever time it is)!

The Cat's Outta the...Envelope?

Happy Thursday (well, Friday, actually...) to all! I'm a terrible TERRIBLE person, first leading y'all to believe I was gonna write about something super AWESOME and PURR-FECT on my 100th post, and secondly telling y'all in my 100th post that I would totally share this particular something by Wednesday. But ya know, I'm a rebel, I take pleasure in NOT doing the things I tell myself to do. That, and you know, this thing called work gets in my way of what I really wanna do, and then I have dumb responsibilities (i.e. laundry and junk) that I have to take care of, blah blah blah, and then I also like to daydream and read Paul Krugman, you get the idea...but I am truly ashamed that it took me exactly a week to share this particular post with you all. I'm sorry. Please read this entire post and y'all will see it was worth the wait.

So let's start---I know, after a million years of me rambling on and on (stalling?), here we go. I'm a terrible storyteller by the way. I mentioned in my 100th post that in writing a blog, I have met some pretty cool people---like, super cool people, who enjoy writing (and do it well), as well as they enjoy the little and quirky things in life. {Note: by little I mean the underappreciated things we experience on a daily basis.} Woody, over at Woodn't Ya Know It, just happens to be one of these super cool people. Like, no lies, if you need to laugh or be lightheartedly entertained, you gotta check out his blog.

Anyway, Woody fancies thrift store adventures, and has a "Thrift Store Pen Pals" segment in his blog. The basic idea is he randomly (though in my case not so randomly) chooses one of the participating pen pals and sends them a thrift store "treasure." The rest of this post is about the totally awesome item I received and how it's found a new home.

Oh yes, brace yourselves.

I never get any mail, so imagine this pleasant surprise...

HELLO TABBY! My very own Kitty Photo Friends Photo Frame!! Just what I always wanted but never asked for!

Not impressed??? Just wait...look at all the amazing positions my HELLO TABBY can get into:

You really need to click on this picture to see HELLO TABBY in all its glory.

Naturally, since HELLO TABBY (as I decided to name it) is part feline-part photo frame, I decided to take a little tour around my work area and see what faces would suit him/her (this cat transcends gender barriers by the way)...Enjoy...

The instructions were a lot harder than I thought...

Starting off with POUTY TABBY, because all cats look good with pouty lips.

Or if you prefer tall, dark, and handsome---how about SULTRY TABBY?

Or how about some HELLO TABBY ala High School Musical?

Oh, Zac Efron wasn't the only celebrity to audition for the coveted role of HELLO TABBY, the Desk Companion:

No surprise that Ke$ha would wanna be HELLO TABBY, on the printer.

Khloe Kardashian decided to add an air of wilderness to her HELLO TABBY portrayal.

Ok, maybe---MAYBE---I'm a little biased, but I think Ryan Gosling is best suited for HELLO TABBY...

I mean, come on, HELLO [RYAN] TABBY looks good just standing next to the phone and office pens.

And he works well with his co-workers!

Nope, this is not Ryan Gosling, but to be fair, I had to let this horse join the competition.

A HUGE thanks goes out to Woody once again, for being awesome in sending out little treasures to his fellow blogger friends! If you want to participate in the project, head on over to Woodn't Ya Know It and check out the guidelines! (You won't regret it!)

{Not to make this post all pigtail-braces-glasses-nerdy, but this unexpected exercise was good for me---since I didn't know what was coming, I really couldn't prepare what I would say/write/do. I'm always insecure about my writing---is it good (i.e. well-written, worthwhile), and if it is, what I can I do to make the next one better, blah blah blah---but working on this allowed me to get out of my usual subjects/thoughts and go back to my more lighthearted and happy style.}

Anyway, thought I'd share the following icanhascheezburger cat video---I can't explain how I think it's semi-sort-of-related to this post besides the fact that it has cats. Enjoy :)

Clean Up!

Just a few things I had to share before I deleted them from my phone...FOREVER. Enjoy :)

Right as 2011 started, we had this long-time regular customer (at the bank, and by regular I mean he would visit the bank at least 2 or 3 times a week) who brought us one of those FANCY Edible Arrangements fruit bouquet. For some reason I was the ONLY ONE excited and thrilled by the fact that these Edible Arrangements people could produce the year "2011" with pineapples.

As I devoured the year 2011, I decided to take a picture of the "2." I'll have you know that it was both SWEET and FRESH. (I kind of want some now, just remembering this delicious number.)

Speaking of the bank (my old job), I had the pleasure of finding the weirdest and quirkiest things. Take, for example, this lovely $20 bill. Oh sure, you think I'm just talking about this 20 because of the dashing and debonaire Andrew Jackson---just don't mention the Trail of Tears to me and we'll be good---but take a closer look....

Looks like somebody thought it would be fun to play "punch buggy" (or "slug bug" or as I prefer "PONCH BOGGY"). I thought it was adorable. Who makes stamps like these anyway and where can I get them AMIRITE??? Anyway, I had taken it upon myself to be the "MUTILATED/UNFIT CURRENCY COLLECTOR" (the one who takes all the ugly bills out of circulation), and so this little PONCH BOGGY bill had to go away to the Fed.

Another one of those quirky things, you know. I'm guessing ARTHUR was the genius behind this work of art. Maybe...MAYBE...this ARTHUR kid thought Ulysses S. Grant was...dare I say it...ONE COOL G? My guess is it was too bright outside so my boy G needed a cool pair of shades.

A little side note on this one: this bill had to go to its final resting place, but a couple of months later, as I was making my weekly "mutilated currency collection" rounds, a co-worker gave me a $50 bill. Guess what? ARTHUR had given this new Grant another pair of sunglasses. Boy, I guess this ARTHUR has a lot of 50's floating around, at least enough to accessorize them all!

{That second G, by the way, went away to the Fed too, to finally rest in peace.}

This is me just being...me. I don't like taking pictures, especially with my phone. When I got my first phone that actually had a camera in it, I did what all girls do: take pictures of myself, well, in my case, TRY to take pictures of myself.

All my pictures were FAILURES. I could never keep my eyes open. I still can't, except when I make crazy faces like the one in this picture. Or when I have at least one full "special" beverage. It's a true story. If you ever hang around with me and have a couple of drinks, that's when you'll see me wholeheartedly take part in group pictures and junk like that.

FYI, just because I can keep my eyes fully open doesn't necessarily mean the pictures are good. You've been warned.

I just thought this was funny. If you're near a Whole Foods Market, you might wanna go just to see the huge mango promotions going on. Like, seriously.

I honestly don't know if these mango specials are still going on or whatever, but I burst out laughing when I saw these happy mangos all over the store. I thought they were dancing but I don't really care---not my favorite fruit, but I admire the effort. (P.S. is it MANGOS or MANGOES?)

Lastly, I found this little piece of paper on my kitchen counter a while back. My first thought: why is there a Texas-shaped confetti in the kitchen?

Nobody in the house provided an answer or a reason for its existence or how it came to be in the house, but in any case it was sort of adorable. Not that I am a Texas-patriot or anything, but seeing as how I was born in Texas, live in Texas, sleep in Texas, I couldn't help but marvel at this unexpected surprise.

And so...

I had to do glam up this little Texas confetti picture, just so y'all could see how AWESOME Texas actually is.

Are you READY?

Oh yes, I totally did that. Now you can totally tell this is Texas.

Music Monday: Crooked Teeth

Happy Music Monday, my friends! Goodness, today was a tremendously busy day at work. I'm not complaining---I LOVE the fact that I had actual stuff to do, and time flew by right before my eyes. ^_^

First things first: as y'all may or may not remember, I am still giddy and excited about the upcoming Death Cab For Cutie concert (in May), and so...the DCFC countdown continues! Today's Music Monday song is an earlier tune, Crooked Teeth. I am wistfully in love with it---I know, I know, aren't I always wistfully in love?

Favorite words: I'm a war of head versus heart / and it's always this way // My head is weak  / and my heart always speaks / before I know what it will say...

In other news, I was a bit "under the weather" on Friday, so I wasn't able to write about something awesome: GAME THEORY. Well, actually, I should more broadly say: ECONOMICS. I've got oodles and oodles to say about one very important issue that concerns all of us in America: HEALTHCARE. More specifically, the Affordable Care Act, or Obamacare, or whatever it is you wanna call it. BUUUUUUUUT, ALSO, I have this little broken-down chart/branchy thingy in my head...concerning "mating" choices---basically GAME THEORY applied to the real world, and *again* more specifically, applied to my life. I promise I'll talk about it this week; y'all will have a very brief but very exposed look into the way my mind works on a daily basis (not just about "mating" but also about quotidian choices)!

For now, my dears, I have to go clean up the kitchen---why is it that I have to clean up the kitchen when there are the dirtiest dishes to wash?...one of the many conundrums in my life, I guess.

Similar to this one, but mine was a MALLARD DUCK. (source: Mesker Park Zoo)

P.S. I got to ride on a DUCK PADDLEBOAT on Saturday! Much geekier and way more fun than a regular paddleboat, if you really wanna know.