Court Jester Rachel,

That was a nice story.

Here is what I have done so far at work today:
1. Compared socks with Rachel (yes, there is a Rachel here).
2. Chatted with Chelsea and discuss possible business enterprises.
3. Tried to eat yogurt. I did fairly well.
4. Gave up and drank hot cocoa instead.
5. Googled how much money you can get for selling a custom font.
6. Read some articles in the Times.
7. Discussed baby names with Tuesday, who is pregnant. She wants Mina or Luna (that's right!) but her boyfriend wants an original name, like Bolma.
8. Googled unique baby names.
9. Looked up some forms for work.
10. Ran around screaming and ripping out my hair because the internet went out.
11. Made some soup.
12. Sporcled.
13. Received a Hello Kitty sticker.
14. Had veins examined by Danli.
15. Blogged.

And here we are! Wasn't that fun? I bet it was.

My lips are extremely chapped and my hands are extremely dry. No matter how often I put on chapstick and lotion, they just crack right back up. I am offended by this weather. Saying "lotion" reminds me of my northern assimilation. I grew up calling it "cream" in Kentucky. When we moved up here, my sister went to a sleepover and asked for some cream, and they brought her heavy whipping cream from the fridge. That is when we learned that it is indeed not called cream here. Slowly, ever so slowly, I lost my accent and adopted the northern ways of life. I no longer milk my own cow or catch my own chickens, either.

I have decided to call my boss Sir Christopher instead of Chris. I feel like it will add a little flair to everyone's day. This same boss just emailed Danli a list of ghetto phrases that he knows. He is not ghetto at all. On the list were "hey!" and "yeah!" Those are not ghetto phrases. If he would just simply add "playa" after those words, THEN they would be ghetto phrases. As I said that out loud, I realized there was a black client standing behind me. Oops. I should keep my mouth shut. Anyway, this conversation stemmed from a CD Danli received from a client yesterday. She is writing his pardon petition, so in return he decided to give her some merch. He is an aspiring rapper named B the Messenger, and his CD is called The Warning, with tracks such as "GamePlayn" and "Getupoutdagame." But all humor aside, he's pretty cool. I looked him up online -- "8yrs in, God began to pull, tug, & prick the heart of the once thugged out block bleeder. Although saved & baptized at an early age, the lifestyle he lived just didn't line up. God never gave up on him though. He accepted his calling into the ministry in 2003 & began to preach the gospel. Still lyrically gifted he didn't know how he could be used by God. After hearing God say, 'just be the messenger I called you to be & let me do the rest', B THE MESSENGER WAS BORN & THE CALLING WAS CLEAR!
So he's back in the hoods, juvenile centers, prisons, clubs, youth centers or where ever God sends him." I. Am. A. Fan.

Also on the cover of the cd, there is a cloud in the shape of a tiger. Ahhh the power of the cat. Which reminds me of my favorite car commerical: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GYQ-jRHeCW0.

I still remember the phone number from when I first voted for Kelly Clarkson on American Idol. 1-866-436-5705.

Pray for my doctor's appointment today!
kthxbye

Becca