I Love Blondes!

Don't tell my wife this. But they are just wonderful. This showed up in my email today. :)

From the "Katrina Aftermath" Folder

Someone sent me the pictures above. These are post katrina t-shirts from New Orleans.

Everyday while traveling on I-55 south, which runs into New Orleans, I pass a FEMA truck pulling a camper. It is astounding that they are still pulling trailers south. It will be quite some time before this region of the country is anywhere close to back to normal.

I spoke with a friend who was in New Orleans recently. He explained to me that people are moving back into New Orleans. However, the poor parts of town are still empty. Odds are that the run down government housing that we all saw on TV will never be fully occupied again. Poor people can't afford to move back to New Orleans. And really, the poor people are probably better off in another city where they can *hopefully* find a job and break fee of poverty.

Hey Tammy!

It's 4 p.m. and I'm headed out the door. I see Theresa as I'm walking out the door. She smiles and tells me, "Hey." For some reason, I draw a blank on her name. Desperate and on the spot, I reply, "Hey Tammy."

Immediately after the name left my lips, I realized what I had done. Because I was upset with my inability to recall her name, I told her 'Hey' in a very low voice. But I'm certain she heard me call her by the wrong name.

Really, this isn't a big deal. It's not as if I called her by the wrong name after an `intimate moment.' Hell, I hardly know her.

But, I like to be friendly to the people I work with. Blurting out the wrong name has hung in my mind for a bit. The next day, I found myself repeating her real name to myself on the way out the door. Playing parrot would hopefully allow me to recall her name the next time I see her.
What I'm hoping happens is I see her again, and tell her hello using the correct name. Maybe correct usage will make her think I just misspoke.

Please don't think I'm hung up over this person. I'm really only bothered by the embarassment of using the wrong name. *Bangs head on desk*. However, I've yet to catch her on my way out the door lately. So, the effect of calling her by the right name will be minimal at best.