In Chicago

you need to check under your car for people. Why? I will soon tell you. But this shocked me, as a San Fran girl, I was taught to look in the backseat and the bed of my truck for people. How someone would get into my car without my knowledge (I guess if I left it unlocked?), I do not know. But still, we were always supposed to check the backseat. And I usually did, especially on a dark night, in an unfamiliar place. Even at familiar places (um Em, I have checked the bed of my truck/the backseat of the focus when I left your house), because sometimes I get creeped out.

But why under your car? Because in Chicago someone will lie under your car and then slit your ankle (the achilles is killer) and then run off with your car and your money. My boss taught me this at our staff dinner at Outback. It is totally crazy, but I find myself peering under my truck from time to time. (not like bending down and looking under, cuz that makes me vulnerable, and the person underneath could just shoot me in the face). haha

Oh and I saw an episode of something on tv where this guy hit a woman over the head with a handle of rum. It was crazy. Never do that

tales from the office

I walked into the office on Wednesday to a somewhat surprising feeling in the air. I normally walk in and go straight to the back, as my boss believes that chatting with people distracts them from their work. I am quite content with sitting at my desk/semi-cubicle and doing work or reading or crocheting, so this theory is quite alright with me. But Wednesday was different. I stopped to talk to the receptionist for a few more minutes that normal (usually it is about 2.5 seconds of hellos). Then I looked across the long row of cubicles and saw a bright green ball going up and down. Someone was throwing a ball in their cubicle, I am guessing for creative inspiration. But it was just funny seeing a green ball going up and down over the cubicle, and nothing else.

On another note. I heard this song today and thought the lyrics were funny. Then I realized it is a D.C. Talk song that I used to love. When I first heard it, when I was in like 7th grade, I thought it described my junior high school.. colored people... because we were so racially diverse. But yeah, the lyrics are kinda funny as it starts...
"I couldn't help but notice that your epidermis is showing... what a wonderful shade of melatonin you have..."

where I have been

I found this on laura's blog... our missionary friend in Mozambique... so I have 93% more of the world to see!



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