And for starters…good things!

Well today is certainly shaping up to be a nice one. (And it’s only 8:30 in the morning!)

First, I’m having a decent hair day. Always a good way to start.

Next, it’s Friday, so the commute to work was as easy as it gets all week.

Third, it’s not just any Friday, it’s a JUST GOT PAID Friday! Woo hoo!

Fourth, despite being so well off financially (suuuure…let’s go with that), I still appreciate any experience where I get things for free. Even better when I win something.

And guess what?!?

Apparently the Starbucks near my work is doing some promotion for the holidays where every time their coffee timer goes off (it’s the timer that tells you it’s time to empty the big coffee pot and replace it with fresh brew…it goes off every two hours..I used to work at Starbucks), the person at the register gets their drink for free. And GUESS who happened to be there right when the timer went off?

It’s me, you guys!

I admit it was a bit startling because the barista rang this giant silver bell when it happened, but after I got over the initial shock, I made my smug way to the counter to accept my free beverage. (You know your life is on the up-and-up when all it takes to make you smug is someone handing you a free latte…lord…)

Plus, Fridays in general get me in a good mood. Plus, I’m going to hit up HomeGoods tonight, for the first time ever, and I hear it will change my life. PLUS, we get a new piece of furniture tomorrow. Plus-PLUS, I will hopefully be getting my dear Benny back soon.

All good things, people.

Hopefully everyone has as great a day as I’m having (for going on two hours now…). Any fun weekend plans?

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He’s no Benny.

So, Benny is in the shop finally getting fixed. Poor, brave soul. I miss him terribly.

Currently, I’m carting myself around in a rental. It’s ok. JUST ok.

Actually, I kind of hate him. I’ve named him Bernardo. He’s Benny’s evil, ambiguously Latino twin brother:

Let’s talk about why is in infinitely insuperior to Benny. First, he is just not in that great of shape. (Benny is a Greek god.)

One of the side mirrors has a crack in it, everything is dusty, a few things have suspicious looking sticky marks on them. You just feel a little dirtier sitting in Bernardo.

Secondly, he smells vaguely of cherries. Or some other cloyingly sweet fruity smell. It’s nauseating. And I’m pretty sure my hair soaked it up. Vom.

Third, his speakers are BUSTED. They work fine at first, but after about half an hour of tunes, suddenly the music starts cutting out every five seconds. EVERY. FIVE. SECONDS.

It’s maddening. Weirdly enough, the cut out noise that happens (it’s like a dull thump in the speaker) continues to happen for a while after you’ve shut off the car.

Which leads me to my fourth point: Bernardo is haunted.

Fortunately, the real Benny should be back in our lives in only a day or two.

So we can send Bernardo back to the black abyss from whence he came!

Bean there, done that

This morning I discovered* a Starbucks less than a mile from my office. This is a good and bad.

Bad because I now know where it is and will have to restrain myself regularly.

Good because a day started off with a grande non-fat latte and a gingerbread biscotti is the best kind of day.

Plus, I unloacked a badge for going to 15 different coffee shops on Foursquare. I’m not even going to pretend that doesn’t thrill me.

I’m not really a coffee snob. Similar to my relationship with wine, I can’t really tell the difference between the “good” stuff and the bad. All I know is if I like it or don’t like it.

Usually I’ll hit up McDonald’s for my morning fix (of coffee…not wine…I’m not an alcoholic), but their lattes definitely vear toward the bitter. Dunkin has a decent latte, but it doesn’t quite pack the punch of Starbucks. (At least in my mind.)

Honestly, I make coffee really strong, so as long as I have milk or creamer in the house, I’m just as well off making my own. However, we really need to go grocery shopping…so here we are.

Any true coffee snobs out there care to argue my analysis?

*I never really discover things.

Timeliness is next to godliness

If we’re gchat friends, you know that a few weeks ago I was obsessing over a rose gold bow ring. Welp, check it:

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Ring: $23
Shipping: $1.50
Happiness every time I glance at my hand: Priceless

Love it? GET YOUR OWN!

In other news, my blogger exchange package is IN THE MAIL. I love being early for things.

Speaking of which, I’ve told you guys how I’m always early, right? Like, for everything. (I really hope I haven’t already told you this story, because I’m probably about to tell it the exact same way, but I tried searching through my blog for the term “always early” and came up with nothing, so if you’ve read this one before, feel free to spend a few seconds admiring my ring and then carry on your business.)

I credit/blame my dad. Punctuality is a big thing with him. Late = rude. And I have to admit, I feel the same way. (Though whether it’s nature or nuture is yet to be seen.)

Ergo, I’m always early.

The hubster, on the other hand, not so much. Last night we were lounging around when he mentioned that I always get to work about half an hour before I have to get there.

I do it because I like not feeling rushed. In fact, I hate feeling rushed. Plus, it gives me time to stop for coffee if I want to. And it lets me get a jump start on things before other people in the office ask me for stuff. And because I’m always early, my supervisor is more likely to let me have time off when I ask. It’s really a brilliant system.

So it works for me. The only downside to being perpetually early is that when you are late (for reasons beyond your control), it throws off your whole day. Not pleasant.

But the point is, this year my blogger exchange package will NOT be late. And I hope Dusty loves it!

I was in a car accident

Quick: What is the worst way to start out the morning:

A. Oversleeping
B. Getting in a car accident
C. Awaking one morning from uneasy dreams to find yourself transformed in your bed into a gigantic insect
D. All of the above

Obviously, the answer is D, but B is the only one that happened to me today. (C is just thrown in there to make sure we all keep perspective.)

Welp, I guess it has to happen to everyone sooner or later. I got in a little accident this morning.

To my parents: I’M OKAY. I AM NOT INJURED. I AM NOT DEAD. I AM A LITTLE RATTLED BUT OKAY.

To everyone else: Hoo-sha. Seriously, I am okay. It wasn’t even that scary because it happened pretty quickly and then it was over. (That’s what she said.)

Obviously I’m trying to keep in good spirits.

I was about to merge on to the entrance ramp to a highway when a car stopped fairly short in front of me. The area is always really congested, so I wasn’t going very fast and was able to stop. Unfortunately, the car behind me was not so fortunate. (Or, depending how you look at it, I was not so fortunate.)

The real victim here is Benny. Poor, poor Benny. His once gorgeous backside (seriously, baby got back) is now marred with a foot-long crack in the bumper. Le sigh.

Now I have to go get estimates in the next couple of days, see if the guy who hit me would rather pay out of pocket or go through insurance, and then proceed accordingly within five days.

You can tell it wasn’t too serious of an accident because my biggest gripe is how much time all of that is going to take.

In all seriousness, I’m very glad it wasn’t any more traumatic. And I really appreciate all of the texts/tweets/etc. asking if I’m okay. You’re all quite swell in my book.

Can you all please share your own fender-bender stories so I can stop feeling like the universe is picking on me?

Oh happy day

Morning, lovelies! I am in a great mood today. Why? Well, let me tell you!

First, I found my wedding necklace last night. Remember this pretty thing?

I literally have not been able to find it since we got back from our honeymoon, oh, six months ago. The only thing keeping me from freaking out was my near certainty that it was buried somewhere in the apartment. I even had this vague, dream-like memory of sticking into some kind of bag and thinking, “Yes, this will be a safe way to store this.” And then promptly forgot where this “safe place” was.

In short, I’m an idiot.

Well, last night I decided to buckle down and root out the sucker if it killed me. Fortunately, it really only took looking in about four places. Turns out I had decided the Coach bag looked the safest. Brilliant.

The point is, it’s found and happily mine, and Iโ€™m even wearing it today. Go me.

The second thing that’s making me happy? Well, I should start by telling you that I’m currently on a train en route for the city.

I know what you’re thinking: WiggaWHA?!?

And trust me, no one is more surprised than I am. But my reason for venturing back into Manhattan is tri-fold, two of which are exciting.

The first exciting thing is this: I’m going to be in Glamour magazine.

Crazy, right? I can’t disclose the specifics, but suffice to say I had to write a little essay to be selected, and I did, and I was.

I’m planning to post my little essay here after the article comes out, just because I’m not sure if they’ll use any of it. And, you know, don’t wanna scoop myself (or Glamour). You might have to wait a bit, though, because the article is for the January issue. Ahh magazine schedulesโ€ฆ

I’m also going into the city for a work thing. Less exciting, but still a nice change of scenery.

And thirdly, I’m going into the city to see a reading of my friend Kevin‘s musical murder mystery. He wrote, scored, and directed it. It’s just as impressive as it sounds.

The hubster is actually coming into the city to meet me for the third thing, so we’ll make a nice little date night out of it. And you KNOW I love an excuse for a date night.

So there you have it. All the reasons I’m in a good mood. Here’s hoping the day lives up to the hype!

Driving thoughts

So, in case you were wondering, I’m usually home from work at about 5:30 these days.

I. KNOW.

I’m getting used to the commute. The hubs gave me a cord last night that allows me to plug my iPod into Benny, and I finally got around to downloading the music that Susan regularly sends to my inbox, so this morning’s drive was blissfully free of the radio.

Does anyone else hate the radio these days? Seriously, I hate just about every song playing right now. I didn’t used to. But, you know. Radio.

Things I realized this morning thanks to my new tunes:

1. My husband is the best. We keep this lime green magnetic clip on our front door so we can put things there that we can’t forget to take to work with us (we’re both kind of forgetful…I’ve forgotten to bring a check to set up my direct deposit every day for the last seven work days). Last night he gave me the previously mentioned cord for my iPod, and I put it on the coffee table thinking, “Pu-shaw, of course I’ll remember it there! It’s on top of my iPod! How could I forget both things??!”

Joey, however, knew better. As I was halfway out the door (sans iPod AND cord), I noticed that he had clipped the cord in the clip. Causing me to remember the iPod and leave the house with both things. He rules.

2. I love Augustana. My favorite band has officially been Snow Patrol for a while, but now I think it’s a tie. I always love it when one of their songs comes on, but now I’m making it official. Just putting that out there.

3. I am always happier when I can put definitive labels on my life. I like labels. But that’s a post for another time.

4. People in New York are terrible drivers. They just are. I think it’s because NYC used to be a place where there just kind of weren’t traffic laws. And it slowly spread out into the surrounding area. And then even when people were a bit more lawful, it never really stuck. So everyone is just kind of insane. No one signals, people speed and bob and weave into lanes, and you basically have to bully your way in if you want to change lanes yourself. The sad part is I’m pretty sure I will become one of them some day, if only to survive it. (Except for the signaling thing. It’s one of Joey’s pet peeves, and has steadily become one of my pet peeves.)

But anyway. The point is, today’s commute was sponsored by Joey and Susan. Thank you both.