Benny the Bean

Everyone has some sort of naming convention they use for people. I think my Grandmother had the best by either using small woodland creatures or barnyard animals. Mind you these were dubbed in Italian. Sure they sound cute, but when you find out their meaning, the word rooster never sounded so mean. Needless to say, there is a fine new gentleman that works in my neighborcubbie (I just made it up, roll with it) who, well, reminds me of a weeble. Shut up you all work with one (ok fine several). He has this deliciously monotone voice which can be rather soothing. Sure he waddles and it's kind of becoming (any word with come makes me smile). The best part though would be the way he rocks his cholo shirt. Granted his is a bit of a remix as he buttons about midway down and let's the rest ride like the wind. Classic! What I'm trying to tell you is my mom uses a name "benny the bean" for people who sound like the person described above. So in my head when I see him I think, there's Benny or look at Beeny go. Well yesterday he gets a call, and says this is Benny. SERIOUSLY?! I could not focus on my conference call as I suddenly had to burst out into giggles. I mean I had to cover my mouth because I snorted (don't judge me). I can't wait to tell my mom.

I know weebles wobble, but they don't fall down. Why do they have to breath out of their mouths? Very distracting when you're pretending to work.

GAH!

Seriously, I had the best intentions to have a really shnazzy comeback blog. I failed miserably. I do want to point out that it's been 3! YES 3! years since I've been gone. Not 2 as I misquoted earlier. So much has happened in that time. I'm sorry to say that the Broad and Mouth are no longer apart of my life. Errr, well, I'm not apart of theirs. I still get updates though, as I have an inside spy. There has been love lost and love renewed, holy matrimony (unfortunately for my mom, it wasn't me), job loss and job found, new wrinkles, family drama, and a whole lot of stress. I'm pretty sure I'm forgetting something, but I'll flash back a la Quantum Leap style from time to time. There are just too many precious memories to keep to myself. Not to mention I work with a whole new set of characters. Oh you're in for a treat (just not NY Treat Truck style). I so should have kept a journal.
*side note I'm bloated like a mo-fo and dying for some chocolate. Swear if that creepy Indian guy looks at my boobs one more time I will hurt him.

SHE'S BACK...

Yes, I know it's been waaay too long. And looking back at old posts I realize that I'm kind of funny. With that, I regret to inform that due to 2 years of life+stress= a loss of my haha. Don't worry I'm still charming and witty (as long as I set a reminder in Outlook). I don't know who I'm fooling though, not like anybody read before. *TEAR* my mom counts!