goals.

today i drove {rode} to ogden with a co-worker.  a friend co-worker.  you know the ones?  the kind you don't have to mentally prepare two hours of car conversation for. the ones you sit passenger to with ease.

thank goodness for the cup holder situation in the minivan.

diet coke consumption is not to be taken lightly on a road trip to ogden work day.

it was business as usual, stop for a diet coke at mcdonald's first thing, find a decent radio station second.

music is a funny thing among us co-workers. like, the dads roll their eyes at me - major eye roll - when i turn up the volume extra loud when lady gaga comes on.  or when we play "name that tune" on the mid day dance remix station. i've been known to throw my hands in the sky and say, "c'mon! just guess.... i know you know who this is..." when a britney song plays. it's all fun and games for everyone.

all fun and games until we're sitting in the very stoic and institutional green waiting room of the hill air force base security badge screening and security office and my 41 year old dad friend starts whistling the tune of selena gomez's "i love you like a love song"

and that's when the laughter bursts open and the officers nearly throw me off the base.

...

back in the car, the whistling continues. unabashed whistling. whistling like the military ain't listening, whistling.

but not on my part... because i can't whistle.

shattering news.

like, six year into this working relationship, my co-worker nearly lost control of the car, right there o the freeway, when he learned i couldn't whistle... as if the genuinity of our working relationship was in question.  do you know the whistling status of your co-workers? you'd better.

and so, in the name of self-improvement, i've been challenged:

learn to whistle before my 30th birthday.

whistle-while-you-work whistle.

"i love you like a love song" whistle.

if it were up to my co-worker, who will no doubt be present at the birthday celebration, we'd have a special musical number right before we swing the pinata where all your eyes would turn toward me and a whistling recital would ensue.

yeah, right.