Even professionals in the corporate world could use a good grammar lesson!

In an email from a co-worker:

Let me know there response and plans to address in the very near term.

Please tell me what's wrong with this sentence and how someone in such an important and high position could get away with writing something like that.

*sigh*

To the one I know probably doesn't read this...

After an hour and ten minute conversation tonight, I remembered why we are still friends. Friends when all my friends tell me it's bad, it's wrong, and that I'll probably get hurt again. Tonight, I remembered that whatever they say, they don't understand and won't ever be able to understand what we are.

Some of you might understand the above mentioned sentiment -- knowing you made the right decision. Some may not. But know this -- that after that hour and ten minutes, our relationship, in whatever form it's in now, is what's right.

What happens to an 18-hour bra after 18 hours?

18 hours is a long time. And for me, a really long time to be wearing a bra. That being said, I had never tried out the 18-hour bra, so I thought in order to answer the posed question, I should do some research.

I walked to isles of the store, looking for said bra. After finding it amidst the million other brands claiming they’ll do wonders for the shape and size of your breasts, I found the Playtex display of 18-hour bras.

Most of us may not know, but the 18-hour bra actually comes in a box. It does not hang on the pegs making it easy to see the full thing. Instead of fighting with hangers and bra straps, you have to dig through the rows of boxes (which don’t seem to be in any sort of order at all), find the correct size and color, and then take it out of the box to see if the image on the box does the actual bra justice.

After finding the bra and the correct size, I weaved my way to the fitting room. It was time – time to try it out, hoping I like it enough to take it home and try it out for the 18 hours the bra is known for and really see what would happen for the remaining 6 hours of the day. So I put it on, looking in the mirror, and took it off. What a horrifying bra. Not only was it not comfortable at all, it was uglier than on the box and really made my boobs look pointy. Not worth it. So my scientific experiment ended right then and there in the fitting room.

However, I could not just leave it at that. I got to thinking about the 18-hour bra on my drive home. I thought about the other aspect of the 18-hour bra and it dawned on me. The 18-hour bra does not come with an underwire. What does the bra do those other 6 hours its advertising omits? It recovers from the pervious 18 hours of holding up breasts sans underwire and takes a break to regain the strength for the next 18 hours! It’s got to be tough – being a bra – holding up all that breast for so long. Those last 6 hours must indeed be spent preparing for the next 18. It’s a vicious cycle, but someone or something has got to do it.

I have all confidence you will master this one in all ways possible: If you had to be the underwear of someone famous, who would you choose to wear you?

No Entry. Restroom Closed.

I’ll admit I use the bathroom quite often. (Not as often as some people – you know who you are!) Well, every time I go into the bathroom at work, a yellow “No Entry. Restroom Closed” sign tent stares me in the face and brings me back to the good ol’ days in T-Hall.

Freshman year, Molly and I always went on adventures. We’d take the bus downtown, go to lunch somewhere new, usually make a stop at the two-story Target – the one with a cart escalator – and see what other trouble we could get into.

Some days, we’d just hang out in T-Hall. Molly and Rachel’s room was next to a stairwell. We found lots of cool stuff in there that because ours until move-out day. Our favorite items were these yellow tent signs – usually for “Caution! Wet floor!” We always had a good time spilling water on the floor and whipping the yellow caution tent out of the closet, warning our friends of the wet floor. Oh, the fun we had…

Anyway, now every time I walk into the bathroom at work, I just want to grab the sign, take it out to my car, and bring it home for Molly.

Someday I’ll work up the nerve. Just you wait…

You know you're a good friend when...

... four of you best friends call you at 2:30 in the morning, drunk off their asses, asking you to pick them up downtown because they have been waiting for a cab for over 30 minutes and know you'll come get them.

Awesome boys (and Em). Glad to know you know I am always a phone call away.

I love all of you -- even you way far away ;o)

I'm going back to bed...

Everything Is Illuminated.

Read the book. Actually read the book - give it a chance, it's hard to understand, really weird, but read it.

Then watch the movie.

But promise you'll read the book first...

Need it!

Between Nathan and Nickolas, I get my fair share of "check this out" emails and instant message. And my hat goes off to both of them for the links they do share -- they are usually right on the money -- I would indeed be interested in the gadget or bizarre new story passed my way.

Tonight though, as I skimmed the headlines in my reader, I came across an item Nathan posted. Amazing. I just have to have it. Probably with no intentions to hit me other than knowing I might come across it and he himself found it cool, I must have one of these:

Seriously - how awesome would it be to have a bookshelf in your place that you could actually read in! The cool thing about "The Cave" is that you can put it up against the wall and have a bookshelf with a reading spot right inside, but you can also store books on both sides - creating a room partician and virtually a crawling space to get from one room to another.

While it won't fit in my current apartment, I am fixing to move in the near future. I wonder if one will fit...

In the meantime, along with the bat-suit and bat-mobile my boys owe me, add this to the list. Or, if any of you want to pitch in and get me this for my birthday -- (you still have some time to save up) -- it will only cost you a mere $10,700.

Please buy it for me please!