Jimmy found himself in my neck of the woods during lunchtime. So we partook in business peoples lunch.
We looked so professional… dressed like grown ups who have to go to work at 8 in the am.
I thought about how Jimmy and I used to lunch everyday together when we were in school that was basically 5-6 days a week for a 5 year program.
That is an insane amount of lunches.
One great thing about working is now I can afford to not eat hideous school cafeteria lunches… and neither Jimmy nor I pulled an all nighter the evening before. Basically our lunch today was like tenfold fancier than any lunch we had in school.
Oh, I still spilled food down my shirt…. because even as a grown up I’m still a klutz.
A few weeks ago Jimmy and I went to Explore the most savory of all the California missions… Santa Barbara. Now we like to go around look at the stunning artifacts and watch YouTube videos in the cemetery… like everyone else.
That may sounds like a weird/ fabulous way to pass an afternoon to most people… and it really got me thinking Jimmy is crazy about Santa Barbara, and maybe he should leave the world of Construction and mosey on up to a new career in Santa Barbara.
But I have different goals for Jimmy than he does:
He could do so much for the area as a monk… he could start the tannery back up and create a new craze of monk made leather, or form a musical group of monk’s and become the monk-ees… He could run around with chips and call himself a chip-monk… I have a million ideas… But anyways this gets you to Santa Barbara…
And… I’ve always wanted a friar friend. Especially if he friar-ed me some chicken.
I would like to think I’m a very fashionable girl. You know, if you are into girls who as my coworkers call me “Dress Like America.” And by that they mean, I wear a lot of nautical clothing.
My Current Fashion Icon: Mary Ann Summers from Gilligan’s Island. Yep, I’m only 45 years behind in fashion/ updates in clothing. But who else out there has 7 straw purses for various straw purse occasions?
But lately someone is crashing my fashion forefront and that is my dear friend Jimmy. He’s becoming the trendiest trendster out there, and no he’s not buying stove pipe hats, and he’s not becoming a Lincoln impersonator.
He’s forsaken izod’s and polo’s and started to dress more like a happening dude of the 1930s… because that is how Jimmy’s are. I think all this is fine and dandy until he sent me a picture of an overly striped jacket with extra stripes on it…
And then he told me it was $800. And when my brain regained consciousness it could only make this doodle:
I told him there are better things to do with $800. Like take a trip to Chicago, go to Santa Barbara for a few days… Buy 3,200 chicken nuggets… Join a gym for 5 years… Buy uncountable erasers… get 1,600 prizes from a $.50 machine… give me $800 dollars…. Because if you don’t have Kardashian loads of money… friends don’t let friends buy $800 sweaters.
Today I made a post. And then I looked back at it and it was not the kind of post this Lauren wants to make. It was in fact such a downer, I am not going to post it at all. But I’m still going to tell you the meat of the issue (that is one gross term isn’t it?)
It was about someone I don’t like. I feel like I’ve mentioned it so many times, I’m blue in the face…. I think I’m done with it.
Cue the applause from my friends who have had to hear about it for years. Yes, I think I’m done. I have come to notice lately that this one particular person who super doesn’t like me… also doesn’t really mean a hill of beans to me either. And although I dislike having to interact with them, what can I really do about it? I would prefer she leave my bubble of existence, but it’s not going to happen. So I’m going to grin and bear it.
I feel the best way I can make this analysis is by saying this person is like a zit on picture day. They show up out of nowhere and try ruin my day, but then I remember I can always Photoshop it away!
Now, I’m not a saint or anything, I’m really just trying here. And I can accept this certain person and I both have flaws. I am here to say one of mine is not being crazy about her, but still I’m nice enough to not want to let her bring me down. I still think her dislike of me is unfounded, because I’m not as unscrupulous as her insecurities, or more so her jealousies would have her think.
I’m just a girl with a pink polka dot shirt, and a smile after all.
And that is how I’m going to stay. I would like to take this time to tell you I am going to lead myself away from the “Darkness of Suck” and into the “Light of Awesome.”
So with that thought I leave you this really bad rendition of Liberty Leading the People by Eugène Delacroix:
Today I measured a warehouse with the most professional of measuring buddies. And I told him today’s most precious news.
It’s my friend Jimmy’s birthday.
Yes, magical Jimmy! I call him this because not many people in the world would let you incessantly take pictures of them for 5 years straight, and rarely complain… well sometimes he did, but I took pictures anyway.
Well today Jimmy turns 27. Which makes me realize several things:
-I’ve known Jimmy for 9 years this August, and I have no ideas where the years have gone.
-I wish he’d become an Abraham Lincoln Impersonator… because he is tall, skinny and has brown hair (in my mind that makes you Abraham Lincoln)
-When are we going to go rummage through more thanksgiving postcards?
-I wonder if you are going to watch Carrie to celebrate your birthday, because if so I’m in.
-Will young James ever become a professional clog dancer? Or ever take a clogging class (I’m betting no)
-I wish that you would sing karaoke versions of Dolly Parton songs with me I would like to sing 9 to 5, thanks.
-Will you ever become the Where’s Waldo of Santa Barbara?
Okay I know that those are really strange observations… but I reserve only the best for Jimmy. And’ here’s the corresponding doodle:
p.s. If you like any of the things mentioned in this blog… like Waldo, Santa Barbara, Thanksgiving Postcards, Halloween movies and being weird… you should totally find Jimmy he likes those kinds of things