coupons!

When I picked up my mail today I noticed an envelope of coupons from my grocery store. These aren't just ANY coupons...these ones are hand-picked...just for me. Whenever I scan that little card while checking out...the computer keeps track of what I buy and sends me coupons for the things I purchase the most. How cool is THAT?! I get them in the mail all the time and don't think I have ever used them but...it was very kind of them to think of me! Haha.

the phantom vacuum truck guy!

Alright, YOU may not be able to tell what that picture is but....I sure can! I have been trying to get proof of this for a long time now. From my bed...every once in a while...late at night (10pm-1am) I can see this dude that drives a big vacuum truck by my window. He has these crazy lights on top of his car so you can't miss him. I guess his job is to vacuum up the parking lots. Why? I have NO idea! Haha. But it's so cool. He gets to drive a lot faster than we do in a parking lot...because it's so late, I'm sure. Plus he has those cool lights on his truck so it sort of makes him look 'official'. I'm guessing he has a badge too. Honestly, I love seeing this truck. It just puts a smile on my face to see this thing zoom past my window at night! Man, I would like to ask this guy some questions. I may start out with "who ARE you?" Or "how did you get hooked up with a job this cool?" Or "do you get benefits?":) What a cool job. I mean...how cool would it be to have a hugh vacuum that sucks up trash strapped to your rear-end! Haha. I'm sure he has seen a lot of things. So...bottom line...I'm proud of this picture. You never know when he is going to come...and he just goes so fast. He is like...the PHANTOM VACUUM TRUCK GUY! That's funny because I have always pictured him wearing a cape and looking somewhat like Zoro. And maybe if he reads this he will wave next time. And maybe it's way way past my bedtime.

Is it just me or...

Is it just me or does it look like a little alien reaching towards the sky?

i'm kinda grumpy

It has been such a long day and i have a lot on my mind. I have been thinking about the act of LYING. I have been watching some kidos lately and it has brought up this subject for me. My nephew has told me a couple little lies but not big ones. Not that it makes it ok....but you know....the little white lies that everybody told when they wanted to get out of trouble when they were little. But now I'm thinking about the bigger kind. The hurtful kind. I swear...people just can't tell the truth these days!!! I have been through enough already that i don't need people to lie to not hurt my feelings. I would SO much rather you tell me the truth than lie! And yes...by not saying anything...it is almost the same thing. Sometimes worse. "lying is done with words and also with silence." (Adrienne rich) I mean...if a friend came up to you and said 'i ran over your dog with my car' you would be hurt. But if they DIDN'T tell you that they did and you friggin found out....you would be upset about your dog and probably royally disappointed in your friend. I don't understand why this happens to me so many times! I think i trust people too easily. My mom tells me all the time that i tend to call my clients 'friends'. She said that i include most people in my 'friend' category. I'm sorry though...lying is where i draw the line. It is the ultimate disrespect for me. I swear...i can deal with ANYTHING...except for lying. You could punch me in the face and i could get over it. If you friggin lie to me...you don't get a second chance. That may seem harsh but i have really had it. Lying is so childish and...other than the little white lies that my nieces and nephews will tell....i swear i won't tolerate the other stuff. Bottom line....if you don't want to tell me the truth....don't bother trying to communicate with me. What a waste of time. GRRR! haha. I feel so much better now.

ode to The Office :)

Dwight Schrute: [On keeping weapons hidden around the office]"It is better to be hurt by someone you know accidentally, than by someone you don't know on purpose."

Michael Scott: The most sacred thing I do is care. And provide for my workers, my family. I give them money. I give them food. Not directly, but through the money. I heal them. Today I am in charge of picking a great new healthcare plan. Right, that’s what this is all about. Does that make me their doctor? Um… yes. In a way. Yeah, like a specialist

Michael Scott: Coffee is a drug. It is quite literally a drug. It speeds people up. It's not the only drug that speeds people up. (Giggles slightly) You hear stories about Dunder-Mifflin in the eighties before people knew how bad cocaine was...gah..man did they move paper!

Michael Scott: Jim Halpert said there was an abandoned infant in the women's room, when I went to save the child, I saw Meredith on the can.

Michael Scott: So, you are all going to have a drug test. And I am not.
Dwight Schrute: No, you will be tested.
Michael Scott: Yes, I will not be.
Dwight Schrute: No, you will be. That is the law, according to the rules.
Michael Scott: OK, well, Dwight, just know that I've been very busy today, and I've got a lot of work to do, and I wasn't planning on going to the bathroom, and I don't even know if anything's going to come out.

Michael Scott: Nobody likes beets, Dwight! Why don't you grow something that everybody does like? You should grow candy.

Pam: [during a role-playing exercise] Okay, if I have to do this, based on stereotypes that are totally untrue, that I do not agree with, you would maybe..not be a very good driver.
Dwight Schrute: [role playing as an Asian] Aw, man! I'm a woman?

Dwight Schrute: A 30-year mortgage at Michael’s age essentially means that he’s buying a coffin. If I were buying my coffin, I would get one with thicker walls so you couldn’t hear the other dead people.

Dwight Schrute: I have been Michael’s number two guy for about 5 years. And we make a great team. We’re like one of those classic famous teams. He’s like Mozart and I’m like...Mozart's friend. No. I’m like Butch Cassidy and Michael is like...Mozart. You try and hurt Mozart? You’re gonna get a bullet in your head courtesy of Butch Cassidy.

Michael Scott: I enjoy having breakfast in bed. I like waking up to the smell of bacon. Sue me. And since I don't have a butler I have to do it myself... so, most nights before I go to bed I will lay out 6 strips of bacon out on my foreman grill. Then I go to sleep. When I wake up I plug in the grill. I go back to sleep again, then I wake up to the smell of crackling bacon. It is delicious, it's good for me, it's a perfect way to start the day. Today I got up, I stepped on to the grill and it clamped on to my foot. That's it. I don't see what's so hard to believe about that.

Jim Halpert: I want to clamp Michael's face in a George Foreman Grill.

Michael Scott: Dwight, what is your middle name?
Dwight Schrute: Danger.
Michael Scott: It's something with a "K"...
Jim Halpert: It's Kurt... wow, it's so sad that I know that.

Michael Scott: Oh gosh a minivan. What is Merideth's problem?
Jim Halpert: Well I think she has a kid.
Michael Scott: Yeah, she has one kid, no husband... she's not going to find one driving this thing around.

Michael Scott: You're the expert, is this enough to get 20 people plastered?
Store Clerk: 15 bottles of vodka? Yeah, that should do it.

Michael Scott: Presents are the best way to show someone how much you care. It is like this tangible thing that you can point to and say “Hey man, I love you this many dollars-worth”.

Michael Scott: You may look around and see two groups here; white collar, blue collar. But I don't see it that way, and you know why not? Because I am collar-blind.

Dwight Schrute: And how big do you want this robot?
Michael Scott: Lifesize.
Dwight Schrute: Mmm no. Better make it two-thirds. Easier to stop if it turns on us.

Dwight Schrute: When my mother was pregnant with me, they did an ultrasound and found she was having twins. When they did another ultrasound a few weeks later, they discovered, that I had resorbed the other fetus. Do I regret this? No, I believe his tissue has made me stronger. I now have the strength of a grown man and a little baby.

Michael Scott: What is a Pap smear? Or is it "schmear?" Like cream cheese.

Dwight Schrute: Here are your credentials. You’ve been granted Level 3 security clearance. Don’t get too excited…that’s out of 20.

Michael Scott: Ladies and gentlemen, I have some bad news. Meredith was hit by a car. It happened this morning in the parking lot. I took her to the hospital and the doctors tried to save her.. life.. they did the best that they could.... and she is going to be OK.
Stanley: What is wrong with you? Why did you have to phrase it like that?
Oscar: So she's really going to be fine?
Michael Scott: Yes, she has a slight pelvical fracture, but people have survived far worse.
Pam: Thank God you were there.
Michael Scott: I know.
Andy Bernard: Did you see who did it?
Dwight Schrute: No need. We can just check the security tapes.
Michael Scott: Kind of good news bad news there. I was able to be on the scene so quickly because I was in the car that hit her.
Jim Halpert: Who was driving?[Michael pauses and is speechless]
Pam: Oh Michael.

Dwight Schrute: It's only Meredith.
Michael Scott: Yeah, it's only Meredith, thank goodness. But did you see the way they looked at me? Like I was a murderer or something.
Dwight Schrute: Hey... why did you do it?
Michael Scott: It was an accident.
Dwight Schrute: Was she talking back?
Michael Scott: No
Dwight Schrute: You got sick of that face? Did she owe you money? Uh-oh, is this downsizing? Did she spurn your advances?

Michael Scott: So Ryan got promoted to corporate, where he is a little fish in a big pond. Whereas back here in Scranton I am still top dog in a fairly large pond. So who is the real boss? The dog or a fish?

Michael Scott: Guess what? I have flaws. What are they? Oh I don't know... I sing in the shower. Sometimes I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I'll hit somebody with my car. So sue me. No, don't sue me... that's the opposite of the point I'm trying to make.

Michael Scott: Do I need to be liked? Absolutely not. I like to be liked. I enjoy being liked. I have to be liked. But it's not like this compulsive need to be liked. Like my need to be praised.

Michael Scott: Myth - three Americans die every year from rabies. Fact - four Americans every year die from rabies. How many of you know someone that has been afflicted or affected by rabies? Show of hands. One, two, three... too many to count. It is truly the silent killer. No, it is the foaming barking killer.