Sunday, May 27, 2012

Dear Charlie:

Don't you just hate when you decide to try something new, only to realize you can't find anything you like locally?

So a lady at work has this mind-boggling assortment of nifty pendants. She hits all the antiques shops and flea markets, and she just hangs them from generic narrow-band chokers around her neck. Because I'm not much for jewelry myself, I admire that kind of simplicity, but until now, I'd been unable to find just the generic chokers. I didn't want to mess with chains, as they tend to tangle (because I tend to just throw them in a box with other stuff I rarely wear), so I never bothered trying to find any nifty pendants.

Of course, now that I have the nifty little chokers, I'm having trouble finding pendants that suit my slightly-off taste.

Okay, that's not entirely true. I've googled plenty of pendants I like. Unfortunately, I apparently have ungodly expensive tastes. I've found awesome Cthulu pendants... that cost like $50. Pirate ship pendants that soar into the triple digits. Dragon pendants whose price tags make me cringe.

I did find a couple today at Wal-Mart, but honestly, I only bought one because it reminded me of my beloved sister, whom I know has taste. The other is a square cross. I like it, but it has dangly silver chains on it that I'm not sure about. I may just disconnect them.

I guess I'll just have to ask Edie where she gets all of hers, or maybe learn how to make my own. Because I need another hobby I don't have time to pursue, heh.

Or maybe I should just stop watching the Pirates of the Caribbean movies all in a row.


Nah. Make 'em myself, it is. To the crafts store!

Saturday, May 05, 2012

Dear Charlie:

Just when you think humanity can't get any worse, someone steps up and says, "No, but I can totally do better."

I was trying to kill two birds with one stone a bit ago by taking the trash to the dumpster on my way to the store. I had two big bags, one in each hand, and had my keys in one hand. Yeah, you can see where this is going.

What makes it worse is that, even as I trudged over to the dumpster, I was thinking, Gotta make sure I don't throw my keys in. I even shifted my grip to loop one of the rings around a finger. Unfortunately, the keychain I use is a big ring, like a janitor's keyring, right? And the connecter at the top is getting a little loose, so it gaps. Hey, I've had it since high school, and that was a really long time ago. I can't bear to part with it.

But part, I did. Almost dislocated the finger I'd looped one of the smaller rings around, but there they went, into the big ol' dumpster with the bag that loose part had caught on. And I'm not talking a little dumpster you can hike yourself up on and reach into. I'm talking about a 10x10x6 dumpster that you could hide a cult's bodies in.


And it occurred to me that I'd left my cell phone in my apartment, which I now couldn't get back into because I'd locked it because I was leaving. Can't drive anywhere, either.

Double crrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaap.

I glanced around and saw a couple chatting -- guy in a car, girl standing next to it -- and moved closer (the other trash bag still in hand because, hey, why cover up the bag I needed, right?) to ask for help. Honestly, I was going to ask if either of them had a cell phone I could borrow to call the office (surely they have a procedure of some kind for this, right? I mean, I can't be the first person this has happened to... right??), but as I started to explain my retardedness, the girl just up and headed for the dumpster. To my surprise, she hopped up on the edge and started to crawl inside.

Thankfully, I wasn't so surprised that I didn't protest, but she just smiled it off and found stable footing. I looked around, but there didn't seem to be any wet, disgusting trash, so I just kept an eye out in case something shifted while she reached for the bag I indicated, snatched the keys off the tie loop, and handed them back. Then, nimble as can be, she just jumped right back out again.

All with a smile on her face. Not laughing at me being idiot enough to do something so dumb, but just good cheer and apparent happiness at being able to help. I mean, seriously. How many people would crawl into a dumpster for a total stranger?

I thanked her profusely, but she just shrugged it off and went on her way, so I went on mine. I hope I have a chance to return the favor sometime, because I was really up a creek there for a minute. My keys weren't gone forever, by any stretch, but I was looking forward to a real pain in the butt to get them back.

So thanks, nameless lady who saved me I don't know how much trouble, and thank you for being so cheerful about the whole thing. I hope someone gives you some free food or something!