No food today...

I thought I'd begin with the warning.  I'm not out to make you read my personal commentary without the reward of a recipe at some point in the post.

So I'm doing a bit of nesting.  I'm not pregnant.  You can all breathe a sigh of relief.  I'm very much aware that I'm nowhere near ready to offer up spawn to the world at large.  Someday.

In the meantime I can still nest and channel my (wonderful and actually pregnant) boss who's set to have her first child, perfect-iously named Addison, in February.

Part of this nesting has been to clean out and actually organize papers.  I'm not a completely paperless girl yet, though I've cut back quite a bit in the last year.

I've actually got bills from the dwelling I occupied two dwellings ago, along with bills from accounts that were open in the glorious days of undergrad.  It needed to be un-disheveled.  Which I suppose is sheveling but that's not a word apparently.

So here I am playing tidy and domestic when in reality I'm not very good at either.  A lack of practice has created an adeptness in chaos and general disaster.  With practice comes proficiency, which is really all I aspire to in this area.

There is a weird plush sort of box I was given on my 18th birthday.  My two best friends at the time kidnapped me for a day and redecorated my room.  And I got a box that only pictures can really do justice at describing.

In this box I have apparently been storing business cards from past lives.  Okay, well really this life and just long ago.  So in an effort to be a thorough tidy-ness sort of person (read procrastinate and delay) I looked through them and jovially skipped and leap-frogged my way down memory lane.

I've discovered the following:

-Being a cashier at a car wash for three years yielded hundreds of thousands of interactions with wonderful people.
-I still have a crush on Troy Hughes.  Wherever he is I hope he's happy and never goes to a movie alone.  I kind of wish that I'd ditched Brian that day and hung out with him instead.
-I hope I never freaked out Brandt Simmons because he was the sort of person I just watch.  And he had a great accent.
-I never called Lee Malone who was a deacon-like person for a Buddhist group in Riverside.  He was uber-kind and I regret this.
-My wisdom teeth guy, Dr. Michaelis was totally hot in a Dr. House sort of way.  My cousin was spot on with that.
-I intensely miss Minou Chau, best dentist ever and her dog, Tokyo, the best dog ever.
-I still don't know what I did to Sidney to make him hate me.  But I'm hella proud of myself for actually bitching him out.  Score one for not being passive.
-Sparkie Clark could always make me smile.
-Sam Wilner is the most awesome tax guy ever and tells great stories.
-Rick Stark ordered the same thing for lunch everyday that I worked at the bagel place.  Oh, and he has amazing hair.
-I miss my old bosses at the car wash.  They were the best and I wish I had enough sense to learn more from them.
-I don't know the name of a hundred other people who have touched me.  I couldn't even pick out their faces.  They have no idea how radiant they made my world and I have no way to thank them.  I wish I did.  Everyone needs to know how much they mean to people they don't even know.

It's probably just my childhood, but there's a bright and shiny bit of me that will love you for unsolicited kindness.  These people have all at one point offered me that.  I never know how to respond.  It means the world.

Memory lane makes me so sappy.