Author / Bethe

by Bethe

Sick

I’m conducting a personal experiment… we’ll see if that Tamaflu medicine really does help shorten the flu. Because that’s what I woke up with this morning. I don’t have any time to be sick, I don’t have enough extra vacation days to be sick… and yet I find myself here in bed, with a 101 fever, doped up on flu medicine and Advil, about to tackle the end of the fourth Twilight book. I might as well make lemons out of lemonade, right?

by Bethe

Perplexed

I am officially hooked on The Bachelor once again. I tried my darndest to stay away… to resist… to just say no. But alas, I wasn’t strong enough. And now I am officially addicted.

But one thing has been bothering me about this show for years…
These folks go on all these fabulous dates. The dates usually involve drinking a lot of champagne. Red wine. White wine. Cheese. Strawberries dipped in chocolate. And then they wash it down with more red wine.
So when my hunky bachelor goes in for the big kiss, and all I can think about is how funky their breath must be at that moment! Because if I eat chocolate-covered strawberries and cheese, I get that funny after-taste. I never see these gals chew gum. So unless they’re secretly popping mints that I can’t see, I just have to know what their secret is!
Ahh… the magic of television.
by Bethe

Wisdom from The Office

“An office is not a place where people die. An office is a place where dreams come true.” -Michael Scott

“I am so proud of the potential you see in me.” -Michael Scott, to his boss
“This is why we do training. We learn from our mistakes. And now Dwight knows not to cut the face off a real person.” -Michael Scott, to his boss
“I’ve got to make sure YouTube comes down to tape this.” -Michael Scott
“If you’ve ever put sunblock on a window, you might be Michael Scott. If you ever called the fire department because your head was stuck in a chair, you might be Michael Scott.” -Angela
“Sometimes, to get perspective, I like to think about a space man on a star, far, far away.” -Michael Scott
by Bethe

The Big Game

I’m off to a Super Bowl party, armed with a freshly baked dessert. Not that I care in the slightest about the game… but I do love the camaraderie. I’m always up for an excuse to hang out with friends and eat massive amounts of junk food.

by Bethe

Dicey Icey

It was a treacherous drive in to work this morning. My driveway was a solid sheet of ice. The streets near my house… solid ice. I slid straight through a stop sign. And a red light. Lost control in the parking lot of my favorite donut shop (because even an ice storm won’t keep me from my favorite breakfast stop). I skidded my way into the hospital parking lot. Once there, it was too frozen to walk, so I sat in my car and patiently waited for a shuttle. While waiting, a truck barreled through the parking lot, losing control and spinning in circles. It narrowly missed me.

But once I made it safely indoors, the day got really good. Reporters were desperate for ice-related stories, and I happily complied. We’ll be featured in our local paper tomorrow, and tonight we should have a couple of stories on the local news. So all that danger was well worth it.