internal monoblog - the weblog of sandra heikkinen

Grocery delivery companies = funny (or: more signage)

Loved this -- just outside my office building...

Signage (or: weird rules?)

From a club not too far from my house...would you expect a place called Porky's to have these rules?

He's Just Not That Into You: the alternative (or: a convo between me and Carly)

Me and Carly, a few hours ago (notably, while watching The Bachelor: After the Final Rose...part deux...virtually)

Carly: So whatever happened to Irish Guy?

Me: I never heard from him again. I feel certain he was run over.

Who woulda thunk it? (or: a rather random realization)

Last weekend, during my "happy birthday, Grandma" phone conversation...

(90-year-old) Grandma: Well, I just hope you meet a man before I die.

Me: (laughing) Grandma, that's just mean! And I plan to have you around for quite a while, still, so I don't think we need to call in the troops just yet.

Grandma: (laughing) I'd just like to meet him.

Me: Me too, Grandma...me too.

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Here's the thing: for the first time in my life, I can honestly say that I feel neutral about the concept of meeting someone. And possibly, even a little bit like I enjoy the concept of being with someone more in theory than in practice. I love my life -- my friends, my family, my job, the things I get to do on a regular basis -- and it would take a lot for someone to be fabulous enough to get a spot in the same.

That's all.