Raining Men

Men. Men. Men.

after hours at the law firm (the firm I work for is 90% women and 5% men, yes only 5% because one of them is part time) it is literally all the guys... and me. I'm again the only female here after 5 upstairs which I now very lovingly refer to as the oven ( no AC remember). Well being the resourceful woman that I am I decided that it was to hot to wear a regular shirt and that I was going to wear a tank top since it's just me up here in my office.. At the moment I decide this my door opens and the sweet sweet men that they are decide to check on me to make sure I haven't melted... please keep in mind they are all attorneys and rather concervative. I am already pushing the limit with my two tattoos that they can see and my "wild hair". So here I sit several fans pointed directly at me, wild hair even more wild that usual i'm sure, and in a rather skimpy tank top and neon bra.. I'm such a winner... At the very least I know they know I'm really great at my job. maybe in a few days when we have AC we can all look back on this and smile.
until then..

Knock before you enter??
Don't Mind If You Do.   O.o

Hot To Trot

WHEW!! moving out of Texas I thought surely I would get away from that summer heat.. and for the most part I did. Here in the great state of Arkansas it is not as hot more just humid... I'm talking Houston humid... but over all just a mild heat.
But of course, as fate would have it, the AC at the Law Firm breaks. Just to be clear it's not the whole building. Oh no, it is just the upstairs. Which would be where my office is. So this is day 6 of blistering heat INSIDE a building. Bless the poor little AC man's heart, he nearly got ripped to shreds by seven women, three attorneys, two partners, and one flustered accountant when he told us he ordered the wrong part to fix the AC. My fingers are crossed that he gets the part in tomorrow, but in reality we are probably looking at having AC sometime next week. My best guess is Wednesday.. until then...

Trading in my corporate attire for shorts and a tank??
Don't Mind If I Do.

Don't Mind If I Do.

I have a friend who turned me onto the idea of a blog. The title of her blog was "Don't Mind If I Do".
Hmmm... imagine that a copycat blog.

Even before she started blogging this was a common phrase between us. As time has passed we are still friends, but we have found ourselves on different paths and in different chapters in our lives. Even so that phrase has just stuck. I still use it, heavily might I add. When things go right, when I get a good idea, when I learn a worthy lesson, or even one of those awesome realizations that just change your perspective... I even use it to make better of a bad situation.

Maybe I can settle some of the MILLION thoughts, ideas, lessons, and just general mishmesh.
 So here it is...

Settling my mind?
Don't Mind If I Do.