M*A*S*H

ok, so remember the game M*A*S*H??? You know the game where you write down 4 guys/girls, 5 dream cars and their color, your 5 dream jobs, the number of kids you want etc. and then you pick a number and start crossing things off in each category until your life is planned out? Well, we played that at work yesterday. But we only got to chose 2 of the 4 items in each category. So my co-workers would put down things I would never want, like a lime green ford fiesta with a racing stripe as one of my car options. It was funny. So my game of MASH told me that I am going to marry Michael Vic (ok so I don't even know who he is or what he did, but I know that he is in jail for doing something pretty bad) at the age of 40, after he gets out of jail of course-he must be in for a while. We are going to have 5 kids and we are going to live in Guadalupe and I am going to work with obese kids and make a Million dollars a year. We live in a mansion and I drive a brown, boat-like Buick.

Ok, well that is not the point of the story. I was kind of the instigator of the whole game. I was the one writing down everyone's list and doing the crossing off and reading out their life story. I did it for the guy sitting next to me, and the girl across from me and the girl sitting next to me. But then it got a little awkward. You see, the other girl across from me....uh...well, you read the deleted post...you know. So she was listening to us play and I kind of think she was waiting for me to tell her it was her turn, but I just couldn't!!! Was I suppose to write down Jessica Simpson or Johnny Depp (both were already included in the other lists). So I kind of just acted like I got really busy and didn't really have time to do another one. But we all know that was not true. I have yet to be busy while at work. Anyway, I just wanted to share my awkward little moment. I don't think I know how to handle the situation yet. Maybe one day...it will just take a little getting used to.

On my way to Body Jam!!! My favorite class at the gym.