Rainy Day Adventures Vol. 2

This morning I had one of those rare moments when you do something so embarrassing you can't help but not be embarrassed. Don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about because you definitely do. In a move to trump stepping straight out of my shoe last week when it was rainy, I stepped directly on someone else's shoe--not someone else's foot--someone else's shoes. You see, after putting my coffee down on the counter, I tried explaining to the woman that I was also going to get a water, a sports bottle, a sport water, a water, she wasn't getting it. So I left my coffee on the counter and just went to get the water. When I came back, I placed my water on the counter (which was now crowded by two other people) and my foot on something squishy.
"That's my shoe," the man next to me said.
I looked down and sure enough, there was his flip-flop in all its lonesome glory and his naked foot hovering somewhere between 5 and 6 inches above it. With a look of wide-eyed alarm, I stared at him not knowing what to do or say. Why wasn't his shoe on? Did he see my foot inching closer and immediately slide out of his shoe to avoid my stomp? Did he slide out of his shoe because it was too wet to hold his foot like I had done only a week ago? Did he take his foot out of his flip-flop to scratch his other leg with his toes? The questions were just burning inside of me. And then my mouth opened and an overly apologetic, urgently pleading voice came out a tad too loud shouting, "I'm so sorry. SO, SO sorry!"
When I realized how exaggerated my reaction was and how calmly he just looked at me, we both started laughing and he told me it was fine.
I think I should rename the blog Rainy Day Adventures with Dina.

Ooh, Ooh, Can I Be Rainy Day Woman #35?

The rain was coming down hard but I didn't really mind because I had an umbrella. It would have been nice to be in rain boots, but I left those at home and had to make do with what I had at the apartment. Plus, we always used jellies for the pool so it wasn't that bad. And they could be washed off and dried, something I planned to do as soon as I'd get to the offive. Nearing the offive, I crossed the street. This was a careful one step at a time kind of day because the rain kept making the inside of my jellies slippery. I wasn't at risk of slipping on the sidewalk; I was at risk of slipping clear out of my shoes. Which I did when trying to get from the street onto the sidewalk. Putting one foot firmly on the sidewalk, I lifted the other and realized the ease with which it happened was too smooth. My shoe was still sitting in the puddle that gathered against the wall of the sidewalk. I turned around to get a better look at the situation and found myself making straight eye contact with a very attractive laughing 20-something guy. He was standing in the street about a foot behind my swimming shoe waiting for me to figure out what to do. I leaned down and slipped my foot into the shoe, still keeping eye-contact. (No really, he was very cute.)
"Well, at least your shoes are plastic!"
"That's why I've got them!" I said and walked down the rest of the block wondering why at 22 I still can't make myself seem cool.

Incredible.

Today, July 16th, 2007 at 11:53 AM I fell in love. Mark that date down in your calendars because I will be accepting anniversary gifts for our 3rd month, 1 yr., and 5 yr. anniversaries. With whom did I fall in love, you ask? How did it happen, you want to know? Can I tell you everything including the juicy details?!!? Ask no more, my fellow friends, ask no more.
I was doing nothing more than my average everyday doings on this balmy Monday morning. There I was, just sitting quietly at my desk, keeping an eye on my charts and reading the paper online when I first laid eyes on him. Crisp and clean in black on white. German in origin. 13 letters long. Simply wonderful in sound. I'd keep this love private but for my immense generosity so now join me in the following exercise. First, say "shah" as in sha-la-la. Next, add a "d" sound. Shahd. In. Say, "in." Shahd-in. Now make your lips into a circle and say, "froi." Froi. Shahd-in-froi. Can you say "duh?" Shahd-in-froi-duh. Once you've got that, add a slight German lilt. Schadenfreude!
Dare I say it's better than lederhosen?

Take Time to Tell Me You Really Caaaa-are

One of our poetry assignments (gooooo summer school!) was to write about a song that has special meaning to us. One of my classmates wrote about "Always and Forever." When she took her poem out to read and told the class what song it was about, my professor started singing it. At one point in the reading, she looked up to give the teacher a dirty look because her humming got a little too loud. I thought that was weird. Y'know, that my professor was humming while the woman read. But when the poem was over, my professor said, "okay! Now everyone!" and led the class into the song. Yes. The whole thing. I didn't join in, but I danced in my chair.

Because I'm Very Visual?

There's an article in the Wall Street Journal today about faceblindness. The online journal links to a test you can take to determine how well you do with remembering faces (and names and objects).
My scores:
Face Recognition Memory
Overall, you got 72% correct! The average score on this test is 85% correct. Your percentile rank on this test was 9. (booo!)

Object Recognition Memory
Overall, you got 88% correct! The average score on this test is 86% correct. Your percentile rank on this test was 55. (yay!)

Verbal Recognition Memory
Overall, you got 33% correct! The average score on this test is 77% correct. Your percentile rank on this test was less than 1. (boooooooooo!)

How well can you do?

So It's Ice Cream Sandwiches for Lunch

I saw my husband/s today at the supermarket. After moving my stuff into the apartment I'm subletting for the summer, I went to buy some food. And there at the top of the aisle I walked down was heaven himself. I looked at him and blushed. He looked at me and I think he might have laughed or smiled or done something because then his friend, whose back was to me, turned around to see who was there. He was heaven number two. And heaven number three was the other friend. When I say they were heaven, what I mean is that they were tall, dark haired, and bearded. I was so thrown off I forgot to get peanut butter.