Ode to Mr. Schue

I am a Gleek.  I don't care if you judge me.  Go right ahead.  I was a Gleek long before Glee the show existed.  I was in my high school drama club.  I was in the chorus.  I loved it. 

I've had some crushes on some teachers in my life, but none of them looked or sang like this one...

The new season of Glee started this past Tuesday.  Will did NOT sing or dance.  I mean, he was there & was funny in his little scheme with Sue Sylvester.  But he didn't sing.  So here's a little somethin' to make up for it till the next episode.

Important Follow-up To Last Post

I mean, what if I had been at the dentist for actual dental work?!  What if they filled the wrong tooth???  What if they had done a root canal on the wrong tooth??!!   &*$#(!!!!1 

I just had to throw that in there.  I'm over it now.

Close But No Crown

"I" does not equal "O".  Lombardi is not the same as Lombardo.  The legendary coach of the Green Bay Packers is a different person with a different surname than the famous bandleader. 

There is apparently a Michelle Lombardo who lives in Cranberry, PA.  She recently had a crown put in by my dentist's office in Moon Twp.  Yes, I know way too much about Ms. Lombardo.  Presumably more than she knows about me.  Allow me to explain. 

I went to the dentist for my regularly scheduled 6-month cleaning & check-up.  When the hygenist gave me the paperwork, I noticed that my name was spelled incorrectly.  I didn't think much of it.  I filled out & signed as usual.  She went about her torture.  But first she took x-rays because the chart said I was due.  When she looked at the films, she just could NOT match them up with the previous films in the file.  They matched my teeth, so they were mine, but by golly, she was confounded. 

Then the dentist came in.  She explained the conundrum to her.  She looked at the notes in the file & said, "Well, I just did a crown on her, so you should see that on the film."  Ok, at this point, I interjected.  I told them that do not have a crown.  They both looked at me kinda like I was speaking a foreign tongue.  Then the dentist snapped out of it & asked me if I was Michelle Lombardo & if I lived in Cranberry.  I said, "NO.  I am Michele Lombardi from Imperial!" 

A frenzy of new paperwork and excuses ensued on the part of the hygenist.  She showed me the appointment book, and in her defense, whoever had written my name had scrunched up the end, so you really could not tell what the last letter was supposed to be.  Lucky for the hygenist, I WAS in fact due for x-rays, so my insurance would pay for them.  Coincidence?  Or another eerie connection between this Lombardo chick & me?

I am NOT Michelle Lombardo from Cranberry.  I'm going to go back to being Michele Gaudiello from Connellsville.

Too Much of a Funny Thing

I've been watching waaaayyyyy too much of  "The Office" lately.  I keep making references to it at work, and I think people think I'm nuts.  I find myself saying things like, "Hey, that's like when Dwight told Michael....  never mind..." in the middle of meetings & such.  When I was off, occasionally, an episode would make me miss the madness of my job.  Just a tad.  It made me realize how entertaining some of the aspects of working in an office truly are.  Now that I'm back, I see it even more & feel the need to point out the humor.  Sometimes to the chagrin of my co-workers.  Paul & I actually watch a few episodes every night since we DVR it, and it's on TBS like a million times a day. 

One day we had a fire alarm go off in the middle of a very rainy day.  It was NOT a drill.  We found out later that something went amiss with the power.  Anyway, a few of my co-workers & I got in my car to wait for the all-clear so as to avoid the rain.  As we watched the fire crew do their thing, which is kind of amusing in itself, I thought of when Ryan the Temp left his cheese pita in the toaster oven & set off the fire alarm & started laughing.  Well, none of the 3 losers in my car at the time knew what I was talking about.  Ok, I am actually the loser.  But still.  Just humor me!  I'm clearly a wacko!  That's what you do with wackos - humor them.

Wednesday's Cake

Doesn't that sound like the title of an awesome book?  One with an oversized birthday cake with obnoxious pink icing on the cover?  That's what I pictured.  I wish this post were more deserving of the cool title. 

Anyway, the point is that Wednesday's cake was chocolate cake with chocolate fudge icing & peanut butter ice cream & filling.  Very decadent.  A good way to end Cake-fest 2010.  The pieces were small (thank you, Jennifer). 

But wait, come to think of it, we have ANOTHER birthday party on Monday.  I mean, Jamie, our Best Man, only turns 40 once!!!  It would be RUDE not to eat his birthday cake.  Down right rude!  *sigh*  At least I have a reprieve for a few days.  My hips are grateful.