ok, wow. i had no idea you guys were so interested in the c-list celebs! although i guess that explains how VH1 (clue #1) stays in business.
one of my self-admitted flaws is that i leave horrible voicemails. i ramble aimlessly (clue #2; hint: different spelling), pause, say ummm a lot, throw in unnecessary information, etc. i have been aware of this for years, but don't know how to stop the habit. i hear the beep of an answering machine, and my little succinct rehearsed speech goes out the window and i'm off to the races, prattling on and on. i was just officially made aware of how long i can ramble - whilst leaving a voicemail on my friend's work line, i actually got cut-off by an automated voice telling me i only had 15 seconds left. i didn't know such time limits on work phone systems existed.
and so the year of the planner continues. i just received a mini-pocket one along with my thai food delivery. will it ever end? when i reach eight i will have to say "this is enough!!" (clue #3) how in charge (clue #4) of my schedule can i possibly be?
but a quick update to the general planner situation - i have actually continued to use the little one that remains in my bag. i diligently added in two dentist appointments the other day, even telling the receptionist to save her little save-the-date cards, as i had noted the dates down already (we are all aware that i am going to majorly regret doing this when july rolls around, and my planner is long forgotten and my six-month checkup comes around). the others remain in my desk. a coworker suggested that i use one of them as she is - for a food diary - and i am considering it as i'd like to get back on the diet-and-exercise wagon. however, the idea of seeing how frequently foods such as bacon and gingerbread cookies will turn up gives me the willies!! (clue #5)
ok, kiddies. i meant to spread the hints through the next few posts, but i got a little carried away. (just like leaving a voicemail. hah.) if you don't know it by now, either you need to bone up on your pop culture, or i should stop daydreaming about working for the Guess Who? board game department of Milton Bradley.