Day 252: What Did Batman Say to Robin... About The Future

Holy Chinese "in bed" deliciousness!

Is there a time limit on fortune cookie predictions?

The answer to this question has to be a resounding "no."First of all, there are no expiration dates on the fortunes. Secondly, I know a lot of people - myself included - who save the good ones for inspiration. I usually tape them to the front of my yearly planner, but I've seen people tape them to their headboards or cubes at work.

They're usually great inspiration for when I write or plan for the future, which is why I keep them near my calendar.

Besides, who wants to think that, "You will one day be great" has an expiration date?

Day 251: Remember the Time... Men Would Be Horrible Party Planners

When I plan parties, I cover all my bases. I clean, put together a music playlist, plan the menu, and usually spend the day cooking said menu. 

Before guests arrive, I light candles, make sure there are enough seats for everyone to sit comfortably arranged in a conversation semi-circle, and put the finishing touches on my carefully planned outfit.

I was telling some colleagues about the plans I have for an upcoming party I'm planning soon, and found out that one of my male colleagues was having a party that same night.

So I of course asked him if he'd already made food ahead of time. He gave me a strange look and said that each of his friends bring enough beer for themselves and enough cash to pay the pizza delivery person.

So then I asked him if he at least cleaned his place. His response?

"Dude, I just have to make sure I get home in time to flush the toilet before they get there."

Ugh. Men.

Day 249: A Picture is Worth 1,000 Words... On Perspective

No one but me is allowed to read my journal, but since this is something I doodled one day when I happened to have a black and green pen on me, I thought it'd be OK to photocopy it for this week's cliche.

Last week's cliche: No news is good news

Day 248: Stop. Focus. Click... On Frankenpup

Chloe Belle is getting her stitches out tomorrow from the small tumor we found on the back of her head, but it's been a rough week and a half. She could hardly keep her eyes open the day of the surgery.

She hates this cone I have to put on her whenever we're not home.

And her eight stitches scare me, but the vet said she got good margins, so Miss Chloe should be good to go. Whenever she can lose the cone, that is.

Day 247: Remember the Time... I Changed My Look on a Whim

I had to pin my small amount of side-swept bangs with a bobby pin today after my right eye became so irritated from the hair getting in there. 

I forgot about them until I was walking home from work and saw that the salon I live above was open late. So I changed my walking trajectory, walked into the salon, and asked if they could trim my bangs.

And since I had just watched New Girl the day before, I must have been thinking about how adorkable Zooey Deschanel looked with her thick brunette bangs when I told the hairdresser to give me straight-across bangs. Remember the time that I haven't had straight-across bangs since I was five years old? It's amazing how something so simple can straight-up change-up your look.


But you know what? Life is too short for long drawn-out thought processes for something as simple as shorter hair. I'm proud of myself. Plus it doesn't look half bad.

Day 246: If I Ruled Lichtenstein...

Whenever my parents would take me to an amusement park when I was younger, I'd always ask to go on the bumper cars.

I'd let my siblings choose their cars first, then of course I'd choose one directly facing one of them so I could deliver the first whack.


I'd always marvel at the fact that essentially we were getting into accidents on purpose, yet the bumper cars remained unscathed.


So I started asking questions about why cars aren't made out of rubber so they'd just bounce off each other instead of dent. I've been told that not only would they be ugly, but it wouldn't work at the much higher rate of speed that actual cars go.


Well if this were true, then why do bumper guards exist? You know, those rubber pads you attach to the front and/or back license plates or fenders of your car so it doesn't get scratched if someone bumps it while parallel parking? 


I still think it could work. So in Lichtenstein, the center circumference of all cars will be a wall of rubber so fender benders and minor bumps will be a thing of the past. We might have a few more whiplash cases, but at least those people won't have to pay the hospital and the mechanic.

Day 245... Or, In My Case... Day 365

Batman and Robin didn't talk today.

I'm taking a break from this regularly scheduled blog post to pay tribute to the reason I started this year-long blog.

I needed something daily not only to do, but to look forward to doing. So I came up with the idea for this blog, and a friend helped shape the topics.

Like anything new, it was exciting, thought and a bit scary at first. I was staunch about writing a post daily - even if I had little inspiration - which, of course, degenerated into falling behind for awhile there.

But now I'm back on track and determined to follow this through to the end. One of the many faults I've identified about myself is that I go all in at the beginning of something, whether it's a relationship, a work project, a workout routine etc., and tell myself I'm going to stick with it and then just make up excuses not to, and it ends up falling to the wayside.

That's not gonna happen with this project. Nor will it happen to the reason for starting this blog:


Today marks the one-year anniversary.

I was asked what I'd be doing to celebrate. My response was "nothing." I know that there's a reason to celebrate, but my views are a little skewed. I never should have had to be in the position to celebrate, so I'm not going to. 


But I will recognize. I recognize that today is the one-year anniversary.


And that's enough.