It occurred to me today that I am way to invested in Smallville.  It didn't really hit me until Kelli called me,in tears, after watching it tonight, and had it not been for the company sitting in my living room, I would have sat there on the phone, cried with her and discussed the show for the next hour.  It has gotten out of hand.
I think the reason I never update is because it has recently come to my attention that people actually read this site, and that makes me a little paranoid.  I best stick to telling stupid stories about clients at work or strangers in the store to make sure I don't offend anyone.
Speaking of which, I had this client come in the other day who was.....well the best word I can think of to describe him is Texan.  He wore overall, talked with an accent, the whole nine yards.  These are usually my favorite types of clients cause they are so darn friendly, and he was no exception.  I expected to make small talk about tractors and farming as I usually do, but our conversation ended up taking a turn in a direction I did not expect.  It started out with the usual formalities, we touched on the circumstances around his ticket (the reason he was in the office in the first place), it was silent for a few moments, and then he complimented on my ring.  A little strange coming from this man but whatever.  He liked how it "looked so old".  "Thanks," I said, "it's becoming the style nowadays to makes new things look old."  "Oh really," he replied.  "I really like the styles from the 20's and 30's, especially the dresses the women used to wear," he continued.  At this point, for a reason I will never know, I became very excited and involved in the conversation.  I began to go on and on about how I liked watching re-runs of Bewitched because I love the dresses Elizabeth Montgomery wears.  Much to my suprise he knew exactly what I was talking about and even added his opinion to the conversation.  Then he said, "Yeah, back in the seventies women were experimenting with just how short they could wear their dresses.  But you know a women's legs will stay pretty a lot longer than their face will."  I became a little uncomfortable at this point, mainly because I suddenly realized I was having this conversation with a 50 year old man, who I did not know at all, and we were is a room full of people who were, by now, all intently listening to our convo.  I heard him say something else about a "nice looking pair of gams."  I then became real awkward, mumbled something about Tina Turner and made up an excuse to walk to the back for a minute.  Needless to say, I quickly finished up making his file and go him out of their as quickly as possible.  It was such a weird experience.

Thanks Kelli

Ground Rules: The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 weird habits of yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a xanga entry on their weird habits as well restate the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "You are tagged" in their xanga and tell them to read yours

Here we go.....

1.  Whenever I read a book of any length the first thing I do is read the very last word.  I have no earthly idea why.  It reveals absolutely nothing about the context or plot of the book, but I cannot peacfully read the text until I have read the very last word. 

2.  I have this old, metal Sucrets can that I keep my bobby pins in.   I always have to carry it with me in my purse just in case I have an emergency and need to pin my hair up.  Never mind the fact that I only use a bobby pin about twice a month when I decide to wear my hair up, and that is never while I am at work or at the store but rather at home when I am getting ready in the morning.  On those mornings I have to go get them out of my purse before Ican use one.

3.  Whenever I am driving people around in my car and we are all talking, if the radio is on I always feel the need to turn it down.  Even if it not at all too loud to disrupt the conversation.  What is worse, when I am driving with one of my parents are in the car and they reach up to turn down the radio, I get really annoyed and roll my eyes.  The reason this really annoys me is because this habit reminds me of the fact that I am slowly turning into my parents.

4.  I have a really bad habit of starting blogs and websites with great enthusiam, and then getting bored and giving up after about a week.  I think this one speaks for itself (just take a look around).  Seriously, somewhere out in cyberspace I have started 2 or 3 of these things and now I couldn't even tell you where there are.

5.  Whenever I go on a trip or to some cool place that I should take pictures of to prove that I was there and create lasting memories to share with others, I never want to take pictures.  In the back of my head I know I will regret not having photos to look at, but in the moment I cannot bring myself to take out my camera and snap a shot, even if everyone else is doing it.  Then I get annoyed that I have no pictures to fill all the cool frames I always buy.

I don't think I know 5 new people to tag.  Again, I have just about given up on this whole website.  Maybe Katie Stewart, Joe Crowe, Lauren, Amy and Ali (if they haven't already been tagged).

I guess it is time to update.  My silence can be broken.  It's not like I don't have anything to talk about.  After all, I have moved clear across the country since my last entry.  It seems that the world of Xanga has become quite the place to be here of late.  Everyone is jumping in on the action. 
You will all be glad to know I have safely made it to Texas and am all moved and settled in, or maybe you don't care at all.  Whatever.  Right now my life is work, work, work.   All day, everyday.  Texas is definantly not Ohio.  I am reminded of that everytime I walk out my door.  I do like it here though.  It is not at all what I expected but I am not disappointed. 
That all said, I am counting down the days until Thanksgiving when I get to go home and see my family.  It is going to be different that any other holiday season before.  I am all grown up and not longer get a month long Christmas break.  It really stinks.  I am not ready to be grown up and have all these responsibilities.  This is just weird. 
Anywho, I must now retire for the night.  All these responsibilities wear me out.  It is time for bed, my favorite part of the day.