WOOOHOOO it's almost 2007!!!

To be honest 2006 is a year that I am glad to say goodbye to. But that does not in any way allow me to leave the year without my obligitory #'s rampage....

Favorite albums:
Keane Under the Iron Sea
The Fray ...which now seems so overplayed I really don't like it that much anyore.
Elton Johns greatest hits...don't knock it til you've tried it.
Rilo Kiley...pick anything I am obsessed.
Panic at the Disco

# of jobs: 4...I may need to work on that. I seem to always have a lot of jobs.

# of dates: I have no clue. I lost track. Trust that I most certainly have stories that make you question the type of men I attract...

# of children that told me they were probably going to cry during a certain part of full house: 3

# of weddings: 5

# of times I wished I didn't love diet coke due to the allergic reactions that it now causes: about 1 billion

# of crushes: 1...isn't that sad

# of That's so Raven episodes I had to endure: probably around 30...should be considered as a form of punishment for criminals....Mr. Smith you are being charged with assault and battery. You get a choice between 2 years in prision or 100 viewings of that's so Raven.

# of times I have been signed up for eharmony...by someone else: 1

# of accidents/ tickets: 1 yet again...

Favorite things of 2006:

24, twentyfour, kiefer
McAlisters sweet tea
Felicity...I know I know I am about 5 years late on that one
flat shoes...praise the Lord
riding boots...for all that horse riding I plan on doing
living on the plaza...LOVE IT!!!
leapord print

Not for the squeamish...

Most days at work are fun and fairly uneventful. Yesterday was not. I don't know if it was just because it was unbearably cold outside or if someone unloaded a truck full of rude laced with bitterness right outside our door. Everyone that came in acted as if we were responsible for not only the weather but also EVERY BAD THING THAT HAD EVER HAPPENED TO THEM. I turned a corner to put some jeans away and was met by a stare that could freeze alcohol. I politely asked if there was anything I could help her with. I was interrupted with the following

" I want some black pants that don't show my pubic hair."

Nevermind the fact saying the words pubic hair in the first sentence after meeting someone is weird, since when has the Gap been known for their crotchless pants? She also thought it was appropriate to completely bash teenagers, Christmas, and inform me that when I am in my late 50's I would understand. Okay, but until then I am going to try and stay off of the bitter train.