Model Makeover

Miss Jenny has ventured into the wonderful world of Mary Kay, and she invited me to one of their workshops. I attended the "model makeover" class where I learned how to clean my face AND put my face on. (Putting my face on is what I refer to when I mean wearing make up).

As the woman was teaching me how to put blush on, she told me not to be so scared. Make-up can easily be fixed. Anyhow, I totally missed my cheek bone. I put a nice round dab under it, and the woman laughed at me (I don't blame her, I laughed at myself).

Oh well, at least I know how to paint my face now :D I can't wait till the advanced class... where I learn how to paint faces of all shapes and sizes!!!! Hooray for no more bruised looking eyes.

Spyware vs Virus

Today I learned the difference between these two. As I was roaming around on internet during work, a message popped up onto my screen.

“Please contact the service desk immediately. A virus has been detected on your computer”

My first thought, “Crap. They are going to think I’m going to crazy sights while I’m at work.” My second thought, “Crap. What if EVERYONE in the bank gets infected with the virus?” So I quickly call the service desk and try to play it off… as if I had no idea what the message was referring to. (Unfortunately, they can monitor everything I do on the computer, so I knew that they knew I was surfing the net.) Anyhow, turns out it was only spyware. It shows up on our system as a virus but it truly just makes my computer run slower. After two techs worked on my computer here are the comments the left me:

1. Tech 1: Be careful on what you click on. You may catch a virus and spread it to EVERYONE in the bank. (Thanks, I know.)
2. Tech 2: No worries! You’re fine and so is your computer. If the virus scan pops up again, here is my extension. Just give me a ring.

I like the second tech a lot better. Thanks Dave.

"I didn't do it. It's not my poo."

So at work, I ran rather quickly into the women's bathroom. You see, I was going to be late for our meeting that was starting in 1 minute. As I busted my way into the stall, there was an African American woman standing by the sink. Almost instantly, she calls out to me, "I didn't do it. Oh Lordy, it stanks. But I didn't do it. They need some vents in here." I realized what she was saying and gasped. At that point, I hadn't breathed in w/ my nose yet, and I wasn't about to start. The woman continued to say something and ended with, "Well, have a nice day. Oh Lordy."

I guess it was more amusing to me when it happend, but it's funny. We all know poo happens. It's natural, but we're all so embarrassed about it.

My Little Sister

My 13 year old cousin, Rachel, is going to move to Chicago (from Lafayette, LA) at the end of this month. Starting the 8th grade at a new school (in a big city from what your're use to) isn't exactly an ideal situation. So, I thought it would be fun to take her to get a hair cut. Since we're in Dallas (Coppell to be exact), I didn't really know of any good places to take her, so after some research, we settled on Creative Cuts. Afterwards we went shopping wear I bought more work shoes and accessories for work. She got herself some very trendy sunglasses and some accessories as well. We had a very enjoyable time, and I thought to myself, "I've had myself a great time. I'd love to have a little sister." Then I thought some more and realized... No I don't want a little sister. I enjoy having a little cousin where we can do "big/little sister" type things because I'd prefer to be the younger sister.

Another daunting thought:
Before Rachel got her hair cut, I described to Dora (the haircutter) exactly how I wanted her to cut Rachel's hair. While she was cutting, I watched her like a HAWK. I think I was more nervous than Rachel. I could see myself as a psycho parent making sure every hair on my kid's head is cut perfectly. Then the thought of parenthood freaked me out even more. Good thing I have a ways to go on that.

First Up to Bat

I never thought I would see this day come. I never really liked this idea. But alas, the day has come. I have entered the realm of blogging.