Uncomfortable truths, vol. 67

1. My favorite Mexican dish to eat is a plain beef burrito. But I have to eat it with the plate tilted to the right. Can't do it straight-on or with the plate tilted to the left It's impossible.

2. I know exactly what volume level I watch every show on. The local news and Today Show have to be set to level 12. The Good Wife had to be set to level 15. I also know exactly what volume level I listen to every podcast on. Popcast 21. Off Camera 19. Serial 18.

3. Recently on The Popcast several people admitted that they only set their thermostats on even numbers. WHAT? I am so obsessed with comfort that I wish my thermostat included TENTHS of degrees.

4. I tried subscribing to The Skimm. I lasted two weeks. It was too newsy for me. (You already know I'm too shallow to listen to NPR. We've discussed that. SAME.)

5. All timed games stress me out. That's why I had to give up several games on my iPhone -- and every game I do play has the sound turned off. This phobia started as early as I can remember. Someone posted a video of their child playing musical chairs last week and I practically had to breathe into a paper bag. POST A #graphicvideo WARNING, PEOPLE.


If you'd like to read more Uncomfortable Truths, click here to read them all.

The absolute worst. No really

I'm scheduled to go on a business trip to Spain in June, so I needed to renew my passport, which expired in April. I filled out the application online and went to the post office before work one morning to have my photo taken and mail everything off to the State Department -- feeling quite prepared and pleased with myself.

Because nothing is ever that simple, the post office doesn't accept passport-related requests until 10 a.m. It was only 8 a.m. And their passport photo machine was broken, so I'd need to have my picture taken somewhere else and come back.

Walgreen's was nearby, so I decided to go there, have my photo taken and go back to the post office later in the day. Yes, THAT Walgreen's.

So, Walgreen's, at the photo center.

Me: "Hi, I'm here to have my passport photo made, please."

Her: "Okay, they have new regulations. You can't have anything white on, you can't smile and you have to have your hair pulled back."

Me: "Hmm. Great. That sounds amazing. And this will be my photo of international record for 10 years."

Her: "Yeah, I know, right? You can just pull that suit jacket around you real tight, like up to your neck so that white on your shirt doesn't show. And do you have a ponytail holder? You gotta put all that hair up."

Me: "Oh, I can't just push it behind my ears?"

Her: "Nope. Your ears are, like, apparently one of the most identifiable parts about you.The government has this new software that targets the different points on your ears and can identify you, like, maybe TOTALLY BY YOUR EARS."

Me: "OH. Okay. Sure, well, yeah, ears. Let me pull it up."

[I struggled to pull ALL THAT HAIR back, hair that didn't want to GO THAT WAY, while she got her little point-and-shoot digital camera ready. I glanced in the two-inch mirror on a sunglasses display and could see what looked like a bird's nest perched on top of my head.]

Her: "Pull that jacket reeeeeeal tight so I can't see any of that shirt, 'cause that white background is like a green screen and that white on your shirt'll just disappear like a ghost."

Me:  [madly pulling at my suit jacket]

Her: "Don't smile, like, at ALL."

Her:  [click-click-click]

Her:  [pulls camera away from face and scrolls through pictures, pauses]  "Erm, Ima take a couple more."

Me: "OKAY."

Her:  [click-click]

Her:  [pulls camera away from face and scrolls through pictures, pauses again]  "Erm, Ima hafta crop your hair out. This'll take about 10 minutes. Just walk around for a while and I'll have it ready for you."

[I literally wandered around the store for about seven or eight minutes, coming back to see her at her little Kodak machine using what looked like bootlegged Microsoft Paint to white out huge swaths of my hair. I was pretty sure I could see corners. On my hair.]

After a couple more minutes she printed out two copies and brought them over to me, ceremoniously placing them into a teal-and-white cardboard envelope proclaiming, "Find Smiles Inside."

OH THE IRONY.

Internet, you think you've prepared yourselves for what lay inside that envelope, but I promise you, you have not.

I PROMISE YOU.

YOU HAVE NOT.

Please ask all small children to leave the room now, as you prepare to behold my government-issued ID THAT DOES NOT EXPIRE FOR 10 YEARS.

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I have really GOT to stop going to that Walgreen's.

Long time gone

I know. I KNOW.

You can yell at me if you need to.

It's been over a month, and I'm sorry. Thank you for emailing me, Tweeting me and even mentioning me on other bloggers' Facebook pages (Brandie), wondering if I'm okay and when I'll be back.

Yes, I'm fine! And our family is fine. There is no surprise divorce announcement coming, I still have a job and all the kids are present and accounted for.

I haven't been writing here for a specific reason, and it's work-related, but I don't write about my full-time job here because 1) people I work with read my blog sometimes, and 2) it's a violation of our company's Code of Conduct. If not a direct violation of it, then at a minimum a violation of the spirit of the Code, which is legal jargon for I'D BETTER NOT DO IT.

So. I will not.

At any rate.

I have a doozy of a story to tell you tomorrow, but before I do, I would like to refresh your memory of what I ACTUALLY look like. Because when I post the image that goes with tomorrow's post, you will never be able to wipe it from the brain matter that lies behind your eyes.

You will wish you had never seen it. I mean, it's of my FACE, but trust me. It's something the likes of which you've never seen before.

To prove that I have, in fact, been living a life the last month or so, here's a picture of me with a group of friends at my good friend Melanie's tap recital a couple of weekends ago: 

 

Me with Mel's sister Shelly and BFF Laurel before the show started:

And me with Sophie (you may know her as BooMama if you read her blog) at a book launch for Erin and Megan's new book:

I'm no stunner, but neither do I look like Kim Jung Un. Please keep this in mind as tomorrow draws near.

I've missed you guys.