I couldn't bear to reveal the whole bunchy area.
Tuesday was my one-year anniversary at work.
I can't believe it's been a whole year. It seems like so much less, yet so much has happened.
The staff is almost completely different from when I started. There are only five of us left from those who were year on April 5, 2004. Perhaps I'm scaring people away!
Christine made an arrangment of red things in celebration of my time there. I don't know if you all knew this or not, but red is my favorite color. What's that? You knew, you could tell and shut up about red already? Oh okay.
This mass of red included some silly string. Yeah I know. What was she thinking? Me with silly string??? Dangerous!
Christine was the one who discovered the sticker on the can of string: SHAKE WELL BEFORE EACH USE. She also decided it would be hilarious if stuck upon my bum.
Of course I made her take pictures of my new directions and we giggled like 8 year-olds.
When I looked at the pictures, I was horrified! My butt looked all bunchy and weird!
Pants that had just looked great on my cheeks--or so I thought!--just a year or less ago were now slouchy and icky! My hind didn't fill the pants out at all!
I'm not quite sure what to do about it, so I thought maybe walking would build some muscle back there. Anything to make my pants look decent!
I started my walking today. I took my camera, of course, so there's several photos for you to see.
There certainly is a lot of stuff going on between six and seven in the evenings. There were several people in the park, including a guy running around with his metal detector.
I walked past several dogs. At one house, there was this tiny little dog that saw me and then seemed to ignore me. He went to the door and barked as though he wanted be let back inside.
Suddenly *CRASH* a giant something came blasting out of the front door and slammed himself into the fence to bark at me. It was only when he had his bodyguard with him that the tiny dog would bark at me. Pansy!
What was maybe more interesting than the sights were the sounds. A lot of the houses in my area are built very close to the sidewalks. Without headphones, I could hear lots of the goings-on inside several homes.
It's not like I stood right outside with my ear pressed to the window. With the homes that close, it's very easy to hear the crash and clatter of the dinner dishes being dropped and shattered on the floor. Much more heartwarming was hearing a male growl and roar and in response, the delighted squeals and giggles from children from another home.
If someone would just buy me an iPod, I wouldn't have to feel like a Listening Tom!