How Would You Like a Hot Guy?

I'm not sure anyone has ever looked at me and said: Man, she's so reserved and refined and mature. In fact, if someone has ever uttered those words about me, please let me know so that I may ask you why.

I work with a group of adultren (this is adult and children merged into one). We're all pretty goofy and love having fun.

So, when a few of us caught wind that a male model was interviewing for a temp position within our office, we decided to head off to the lobby and check out said model. On our break time, of course.

We stepped off the elevator and immediately launched into fits of giggles, faces red and probably all trying to cover the same embarrassment spawning from our immature behavior. We're all grown women, after all. But the "applicant" was hot. Tall, dark, muscular. His only downside was a baby face that made us all feel like cougars, which brought his 10 rating down to an 8.5--at least for me.

To get a better look at him, we decided to grab water from the snack bar, walk around the front of the building, then enter the glass doors, but when we returned to the lobby, he was on his way up the elevators with his potentially new boss . . . so we said, "Wait!" and snagged a ride with them.

Giggling.

Non-stop.

The "potentially new boss" made a couple comments about the peanut gallery, even suggested he got onto the wrong elevator . . . .

Fast-forward to today.

"So and so (yes, I'm hiding names to protect the innocent) said to tell you sorry for not being able to hire the model, but he asked me to give you this," my boss said, tossing a Men of the Islands 2013 Calendar at me.

Gasp!! I could never hang this at my desk. I need to keep up my reserved, refined, mature reputation!

So, dear fans, if you'd like this calendar, let me know. I'll send it to you . . . signed. With maybe some other things, as well. You know, pens, new book teasers, a surprise of some sort!

You know you want to take this thing off my hands.

You know it!

Just tell me you want it in the comments (tell me what you want what you really really want).

<3 Krystal

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Kissing Under a Parasite

I'm sure everyone knows the age-old tradition of kissing under the mistletoe, but maybe not everyone knows that you're actually kissing under a parasite!

You heard me.

This morning my coworker gave a few of us a Christmas mistletoe, complete with glitter and bows. It was a thoughtful gift, totally unexpected, which is the kind of thing that makes Christmas so special. When we asked her where she bought the live plants, she said she didn't have to; it's a fungus and grows wild in the tops of trees. So, she and her daughters went around their back yard and shot them down.

She shot them down!

Okay, that's not really the point, but I did take a second to laugh about that. I love my coworker; she's so real!

So, my boss and I looked at each other and said, "So we've been kissing under fungus all these years?"

I added, "Hope it's not contagious."

After we went our separate ways, I decided to research this fungal infection of trees, and sure enough, she was almost right. Mistletoe is actually a parasitic plant, sucking the nutrients out of the trees they grow in. The little infector of deciduous things can actually kill their host.

Sigh.

The more I read, the more I couldn't figure out where this kissing tradition came into play. Wikipedia says it had something to do with Christianity, though the reasoning is vague. The most definitive answer said the custom may be of Scandinavian origin.

Seriously. We have kissed under mistletoe for how long, and no one knows why?!

If you go back, pre-Jesus and pre-kissing, I kind of like the mythological uses of mistletoe:

• - a remedy for barrenness in animals and an antidote to poison;


• - a representation of divine male essence (and thus romance, fertility and vitality), possibly due to a resemblance between the berries and semen;


• - in Prose Edda, Baldr is killed by his brother, the blind god Höðr, by way of a mistletoe projectile;


• - mistletoe is believed to be The Golden Bough of Aeneas, ancestor of the Romans.

Whatever the real purpose of mistletoe may be, tonight I will go home and hang mine and I will kiss my husband, and I'm sure my children will giggle and try to avoid the "kissing parasite" as much as possible.

What about you? Do you hang mistletoe? Will you think differently now that you know what it really is?

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Pranksters Strike!

I love my job. Correction: I love my coworkers, and I don't mind my job.

If you know me personally, you know that I work in politics/elections, and this is the absolute busiest time of the year for me. This is also the most frustrating, overwhelming, tiring . . .  you get the point.



So, in order to unwind, some of us in the office play pranks on each other. What better way to let off some steam?

Last week, while on break, I toilet-papered someone's desk.

Hey! What can I say? She was on vacation. Can you believe that?

Well, she returned from vacation this morning, and look at how she paid me back!

Anyway, the point of this post is this: We work so hard every day, we stress and focus on the necessary and somehow we miss out on the simple things, the things that make us laugh, that bring us together, that make us human.

Wherever you are in the world today, make sure you smile. And if you have nothing to smile about, play a prank on someone. All in good fun, of course!

<3 Krystal

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