Everybody Loves Peaches

Actually I hate peaches. With a passion. Now nectarines are tasty, I'll eat those. But peaches... I don't know what it is about them, the texture, how your teeth can scrape up against the pit... urgh, I'm getting disgusted just thinking about it. However, I digress, what I actually wanted to bring up was I tried some homemade peach ice cream made by the Greatest Mommy in the Whole Wide World.

It was amazing.

Truly amazing.

I would like to thank my Dad for suggesting she make it. Not so much suggesting, but demanding I suppose. I don't see him as a peach icecreamophile, perhaps something with carmel in it. He seems to be more of a carmel person.

Enough with the icecream. Onto what I've done with my past few days. I got to play with S. epidermidis, very fascinating. Hopefully in the future I won't need to encounter the Ebola Virus or that virus on the X-Files that makes human/alien hybrid babies (I think that was a virus).

I don't really have much more to say at the moment. I've pretty much been doing homework, cleaning... oh I reorganized my desk. Got a nifty tray that organizes my beloved post-it notes and other sacred office supplies. I'm thinking of booby trapping it so that all those low lifes who steal my pens will finally pay for it... more info on the carnage to follow.

Ok, let's try this again...

Every time I try to start up a blog, it seems I slowly sink into the quicksand that is my self pity. Well boohoo for me. That ain't gonna happen again. Soooo..... Welcome to the TV show that is my life. And this time no soap opera, I'll try to make it a bit more action oriented, maybe toss in a bit of sci-fi to satisfy my stranger needs.

So today I went to work. Um... damnit! This is going to be harder than I thought! Talk about myself, yet... Don't talk about myself.

Ok, I'll try this again.

I work in the customer service industry, so I get to talk to a lot of people and never see what they look like. I have developed something I am calling Assumed Sexy by Voice Proxy Complex. Or ASVPC. (I should rearrange that and see if I can come up with something more catchy, maybe it'll become one of those new internet fads) When you're on the phone speaking with someone how do you think they look if you have never met them? If their voice is high pitched and flippant you may think of some kind of valley girl, or you may see someone as a roguishly handsome individual with gobs of sex appeal because you like their voice. Yeah. You know how hard it is to talk to someone about their cable bill when they sound like they're God's gift to women? And when you tell the other women in the call center about this amazing voice you just spoke with, when they ask you what the size of his package was it doesn't help matters. When I say package BTW, I mean what cable services they subscribe to, usually it is directly proportionate to the individual's income. Remember to subtract the times and duration they have been late however, as sometimes the person will turn out to be a TV addict who just doesn't pay their bills.

This hot voice situation gets worse when you get someone on the line you know is just amazing eye candy. Since I deal with accounts out of SoCal I tend to get this once in a while. I'm not going to say any names, but when you see a celebrities info pop up on your screen and hear them on the other end you're pulse may go up a bit. Especially if they're sex icons.

To sum my diatribe up, the reason I bring about this topic is because I spoke with the nicest man, with the hottest sounding voice today. He even said I was the greatest ever. *blush* Makes a girl feel nice. Still isn't quite as good as the day the hot voice on the phone proposed marriage to me (I declined, I couldn't drop everything and travel to NYC, plus I had never met him before!), but it made my day.