Harbucks Regular: what's the best kind of monster???
Me: (without missing a beat) A Gina monster!!!
Harbucks Regular: (giving me a strange look) A Sea monster.
Me: Cute! (but thinking to myself, nuh, uh!!)
Friday, June 30, 2006
training today
I'm in training today which means I won't have a whole lot to say, and, worse of all, i won't be able to visit my favorite bloggers which means I might just go crazy. sigh.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Cold Fish
This post has been inturrupted to bring you a special bullitin
While working today, I came accross the following MSN poll:
Many people feel that the United States' national anthem, "The Star-Spangled Banner," is too difficult - complicated words and a hard-to-sing tune - as well as containing violent images. Which of these songs do you think makes the best national anthem?
This struck a nerve with me. There was a list of alternate songe to choose.
"America the Beautiful"
"God Bless America"
"My Country, 'Tis of Thee"
"The Star-Spangled Banner"
"This Land Is Your Land"
all of these songe are wonderful patriotic songs. But there is only one that is our national anthem. It's sad but true that many people do not know this song. I don't remember when I learned it, but I know it was in elementry school. I learned all of them in Elementry school, including God Bless America. While they all make my heart swell with pride over this wonderful country we live in, only one causes me to place my right hand over my heart, take off my hat and sing along.
It's not a difficult song if you don't think that you need to be a perfect singer. In fact, I think the slightly off key renditions are the best since they are sung with pride and love without fear of judgement. For love of the country we live in, not pride in the ability of the voice.
Only 51% of the voters said the Star Spangled Banner should be our anthem. The tune? can't be that difficult, it's an old tavern song. if a bar full of drunkin englishmen can sing it, so can you. Violent images? There were bombs bursting in air, it was written during a war!! it celebrates the fact that we won that war and are now the great country that we are. the French National Anthem talks about chopping people's heads off!
I am angry about this. Angry that MSN would suggest that we might want to change it because it's "too hard" or "too violent". angry that when I went to my cousin's graduation last week, I didn't see anyone tak off their hats. Anngry that we seem to have forrgotten the fight for freedom and justice that brought us to this land, this paradise. No, it's not perfect. There is no perfect. But there's no place I would rather be, and, at the risk of sounding conservative, if you don't like it, go away. there are some things in this country that need to be changed. In light of the comments made after the recent ruling by the supreme court against the president's wishes, getting a new administration is high on my list. However, Some things must remain eternal for the identity of this country to remain intact.
The American Flag (yeah, care for yours, I'm tired of seeing them tattered and torn. Fly it with pride. That's a rant for another day)
The Bald Eagle
and The Star Spangled Banner. it brings tears to my eyes every time I hear it.
While working today, I came accross the following MSN poll:
Many people feel that the United States' national anthem, "The Star-Spangled Banner," is too difficult - complicated words and a hard-to-sing tune - as well as containing violent images. Which of these songs do you think makes the best national anthem?
This struck a nerve with me. There was a list of alternate songe to choose.
"America the Beautiful"
"God Bless America"
"My Country, 'Tis of Thee"
"The Star-Spangled Banner"
"This Land Is Your Land"
all of these songe are wonderful patriotic songs. But there is only one that is our national anthem. It's sad but true that many people do not know this song. I don't remember when I learned it, but I know it was in elementry school. I learned all of them in Elementry school, including God Bless America. While they all make my heart swell with pride over this wonderful country we live in, only one causes me to place my right hand over my heart, take off my hat and sing along.
It's not a difficult song if you don't think that you need to be a perfect singer. In fact, I think the slightly off key renditions are the best since they are sung with pride and love without fear of judgement. For love of the country we live in, not pride in the ability of the voice.
Only 51% of the voters said the Star Spangled Banner should be our anthem. The tune? can't be that difficult, it's an old tavern song. if a bar full of drunkin englishmen can sing it, so can you. Violent images? There were bombs bursting in air, it was written during a war!! it celebrates the fact that we won that war and are now the great country that we are. the French National Anthem talks about chopping people's heads off!
I am angry about this. Angry that MSN would suggest that we might want to change it because it's "too hard" or "too violent". angry that when I went to my cousin's graduation last week, I didn't see anyone tak off their hats. Anngry that we seem to have forrgotten the fight for freedom and justice that brought us to this land, this paradise. No, it's not perfect. There is no perfect. But there's no place I would rather be, and, at the risk of sounding conservative, if you don't like it, go away. there are some things in this country that need to be changed. In light of the comments made after the recent ruling by the supreme court against the president's wishes, getting a new administration is high on my list. However, Some things must remain eternal for the identity of this country to remain intact.
The American Flag (yeah, care for yours, I'm tired of seeing them tattered and torn. Fly it with pride. That's a rant for another day)
The Bald Eagle
and The Star Spangled Banner. it brings tears to my eyes every time I hear it.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Hobbies
I have many. I am a serial Hobbist. I want to do as many things in my lifetime as I can so that I don't look back when I am old and say, "gee, I wish I had learned to do that". There are some things I have a lifetime to do like knitting and kayaking, others, I have a bit of a time limit. like Roller Derby.
On a side note, I told a friend of mine yesterday that I was skating and he suggested that I might be getting too old for that. I replied that now is the perfect time to do it. I'm still young, I bounce well. when am I going to do it if not now?? and life is no fun if you think you are going to get hrt all the time. Sure, accidents happen. and they hurt. but they also don't happen. If I'm going to break something, I want it to be because I was doing something fun and adventurous.
So anyway, after putting Bellydance on hold far too many times for far too long because I was spending time with whatever boy I happened to be with at the time, I promised myself that I would not stop doing the things that I love to do jsut because theere is a man in my world.
Biker Bob is VERY understanding about this. Which, yes, Biker Bob, you get major points for even if I don't tell you so.
So unless I have to work or there is something huge going on, I attend Derby Practice. I want to be able to improve my skating enough to compete. I want my team captain to think that I am dedicated enough to be invited to the inner circle.
There is one thing that will stop me from attending practice tomorrow.
My family might go bowling. You may remember that last year, when my little sister was in town, she told me that what she REALLY wanted to do for her birthday was to go Kayaking. so I emailed all my friends and folks who said they wanted to go and told them they should come along too. I had one friend agree to go and the plan was made. That Thurday rolled around and I recieved a call asking if I was going bowling with the family that night. No one told me the plan had changed. I kept my plan to go kayaking. I still agree that I was in the right. I keep a very tight schedule. I need to be informaed if you want my company.
I am aware that my family might go bowling tomorrow night, and even mentioned it to Biker Bob in case he was home early enough from the baseball game to go (I'm not sure he knew that my mentioning it was an invitation. I will have to discuss that with him). I am also aware that there hasn't been a set plan put into place. I requested to know what was going on, and I told my mom that I would be willing to skip practice to go, but today is Wednesday, and I have not heard anything more about it. Frustrating to no end. So I think that tomorrow, I will plan on attending practice as planned. maybe I will see Biker Bob after, like I did Monday. Apparently he desn't mind seeing me when I am all sweaty. If I hear from my family before I go, great! but I don't want to stress about it. I have a life, and I need to remember to live it on my terms and not wait around for the decisions of others. I also need to remember that I cannot expect other people to wait for my choices.
On a side note, I told a friend of mine yesterday that I was skating and he suggested that I might be getting too old for that. I replied that now is the perfect time to do it. I'm still young, I bounce well. when am I going to do it if not now?? and life is no fun if you think you are going to get hrt all the time. Sure, accidents happen. and they hurt. but they also don't happen. If I'm going to break something, I want it to be because I was doing something fun and adventurous.
So anyway, after putting Bellydance on hold far too many times for far too long because I was spending time with whatever boy I happened to be with at the time, I promised myself that I would not stop doing the things that I love to do jsut because theere is a man in my world.
Biker Bob is VERY understanding about this. Which, yes, Biker Bob, you get major points for even if I don't tell you so.
So unless I have to work or there is something huge going on, I attend Derby Practice. I want to be able to improve my skating enough to compete. I want my team captain to think that I am dedicated enough to be invited to the inner circle.
There is one thing that will stop me from attending practice tomorrow.
My family might go bowling. You may remember that last year, when my little sister was in town, she told me that what she REALLY wanted to do for her birthday was to go Kayaking. so I emailed all my friends and folks who said they wanted to go and told them they should come along too. I had one friend agree to go and the plan was made. That Thurday rolled around and I recieved a call asking if I was going bowling with the family that night. No one told me the plan had changed. I kept my plan to go kayaking. I still agree that I was in the right. I keep a very tight schedule. I need to be informaed if you want my company.
I am aware that my family might go bowling tomorrow night, and even mentioned it to Biker Bob in case he was home early enough from the baseball game to go (I'm not sure he knew that my mentioning it was an invitation. I will have to discuss that with him). I am also aware that there hasn't been a set plan put into place. I requested to know what was going on, and I told my mom that I would be willing to skip practice to go, but today is Wednesday, and I have not heard anything more about it. Frustrating to no end. So I think that tomorrow, I will plan on attending practice as planned. maybe I will see Biker Bob after, like I did Monday. Apparently he desn't mind seeing me when I am all sweaty. If I hear from my family before I go, great! but I don't want to stress about it. I have a life, and I need to remember to live it on my terms and not wait around for the decisions of others. I also need to remember that I cannot expect other people to wait for my choices.
Dear Orlando,
I realize that since I have a celebrity crush on you that I should embrace any opportunity to gaze upon your attractive visage. However, I would like to recommend, as a caring fan, that you write to MSN movies and have them update your picture. This one? Makes you look, um, gay. which, there is nothing wrong with looking gay. if you're gay. but I think, you aren't, so you may want to clear that up a bit.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Not being a fan of soccer...
and without really reading into the article, this headline made me giggle.
"Ronaldo Breaks Cup Record- FULL CUP COVERAGE"
is it implants? a new bra? natrual growth? how big do you need to be to break records? jeez!
"Ronaldo Breaks Cup Record- FULL CUP COVERAGE"
is it implants? a new bra? natrual growth? how big do you need to be to break records? jeez!
Poor Biker Bob
So, Biker Bob and I have plans to spend some time together on Saturday after I get off of work. Meanwhile, I called my mom last night on my way home from practice because I hadn't talked to her in awhile. Apparently, my little sister wants to celebrate her birthday on Saturday.
I'm not the sort to break a date because it's rude, so I asked my mom if I could bring him with. (I then talked to him about it) I could tell that he was a bit uncomfortable about meeting my family, really we are just getting to know each other and I definately think the more "alone" time we have the better. Also, in the scheme of things dating wise, meeting a person's family is generally akin to admitting that there will be further involvement. so I am a bit nervous too. I wasn't really planning to discuss him with my family for a little while (except my seester) and the general knowlege that I have been out on a date or two.
Since little sis lives in PA, there is no way I am gonig to miss an opportunity to come out to play for her birthday. I may even skip derby practice (and I SO need the practice) and the Bad Girls of Craft meeting (which was my backup in case practice was cancelled) to go bowling with the family on Thursday night if they so desire. If bowling is in the cards I plan to ask Biker Bob if he wants to go. I think he might be busy Thursday night though.
So poor Biker Bob. It's bad enough he has to try and fit himself into my schedule. Now he has the added stress of probably meeting my family far sooner than either of us would like. It would have been really nice to spend the day at the pool and making Ice Cream as we originally planned.
I think I may learn to hate summer time. Don't get me wrong, I love the weather, but between the parties, weddings, birthdays, vacations, visitations, and everything else, there is no time to sit back and get to know someone. I tend to have a full schedule from May until September. when does life slow down a bit??
I'm not the sort to break a date because it's rude, so I asked my mom if I could bring him with. (I then talked to him about it) I could tell that he was a bit uncomfortable about meeting my family, really we are just getting to know each other and I definately think the more "alone" time we have the better. Also, in the scheme of things dating wise, meeting a person's family is generally akin to admitting that there will be further involvement. so I am a bit nervous too. I wasn't really planning to discuss him with my family for a little while (except my seester) and the general knowlege that I have been out on a date or two.
Since little sis lives in PA, there is no way I am gonig to miss an opportunity to come out to play for her birthday. I may even skip derby practice (and I SO need the practice) and the Bad Girls of Craft meeting (which was my backup in case practice was cancelled) to go bowling with the family on Thursday night if they so desire. If bowling is in the cards I plan to ask Biker Bob if he wants to go. I think he might be busy Thursday night though.
So poor Biker Bob. It's bad enough he has to try and fit himself into my schedule. Now he has the added stress of probably meeting my family far sooner than either of us would like. It would have been really nice to spend the day at the pool and making Ice Cream as we originally planned.
I think I may learn to hate summer time. Don't get me wrong, I love the weather, but between the parties, weddings, birthdays, vacations, visitations, and everything else, there is no time to sit back and get to know someone. I tend to have a full schedule from May until September. when does life slow down a bit??
Monday, June 26, 2006
Was the moon full or something?
Friday night...I can't remember Friday night but I am pretty sure I was working.
Saturday I spent some time with Biker Bob. Then I went to work. While at work, I was insulted, snapped at, and generally silly. I'll post pictures of the silliness eventually.
I was insulted: when someone came up to the counter while I was pouring caramel. It's a messy job, I like to focus on it when possible to allieviate the mess. I turned, looked at the couple, who didn't appear ready, and said "Let me know when y'all are ready and I'll be right with you." the answer I got, in a very condecending tone was, "We all are ready now". So I put down my caramel and walked up to the counter, put on my best "you're an asshole" smile and said, "Great! what can I get for you" (or something like that) Why was I insulted? His tone said that he found my use of the term "Y'all" to be indicative of my level of intelligence. I started to write conjecture on what his other opinions of me might be, but it occurred to me that I was assuming that point.
A bit later I was snapped at when a woman came to the counter. Having seen her before, I made a guess at her drink. (we're supposed to remember the regular's drinks) "Cammomile Tea, Venti, right?" I was wrong, it was Tall. one cup.(we are supposed to double cup them for heat) so I grabbed one tall cup and turned for her tea. Then I heard her say, "No." and as I turned she slammed a Grande cup on the counter, and said (firmly) "In this size" I gave her my best "you're an asshole" smile and poured her tea. before she had a chance to ask for it, I asked if she didn't want honey, two packets. her distain was palatable.
The silliness can only be shown in pictures. Biker Bob joined me for my break and waited for me to be done with work so we could go have a drink. The people watching at the bar was phenomenal (and a bit icky) apparently the freaks really do come out at night, and they hang out in East County Bars.
When the girls found out that Biker Bob and I were planning on drinks after work they gave me a new nickname and teased me mercilessly. I am now known as Skankilicious Ho.
Saturday I spent some time with Biker Bob. Then I went to work. While at work, I was insulted, snapped at, and generally silly. I'll post pictures of the silliness eventually.
I was insulted: when someone came up to the counter while I was pouring caramel. It's a messy job, I like to focus on it when possible to allieviate the mess. I turned, looked at the couple, who didn't appear ready, and said "Let me know when y'all are ready and I'll be right with you." the answer I got, in a very condecending tone was, "We all are ready now". So I put down my caramel and walked up to the counter, put on my best "you're an asshole" smile and said, "Great! what can I get for you" (or something like that) Why was I insulted? His tone said that he found my use of the term "Y'all" to be indicative of my level of intelligence. I started to write conjecture on what his other opinions of me might be, but it occurred to me that I was assuming that point.
A bit later I was snapped at when a woman came to the counter. Having seen her before, I made a guess at her drink. (we're supposed to remember the regular's drinks) "Cammomile Tea, Venti, right?" I was wrong, it was Tall. one cup.(we are supposed to double cup them for heat) so I grabbed one tall cup and turned for her tea. Then I heard her say, "No." and as I turned she slammed a Grande cup on the counter, and said (firmly) "In this size" I gave her my best "you're an asshole" smile and poured her tea. before she had a chance to ask for it, I asked if she didn't want honey, two packets. her distain was palatable.
The silliness can only be shown in pictures. Biker Bob joined me for my break and waited for me to be done with work so we could go have a drink. The people watching at the bar was phenomenal (and a bit icky) apparently the freaks really do come out at night, and they hang out in East County Bars.
When the girls found out that Biker Bob and I were planning on drinks after work they gave me a new nickname and teased me mercilessly. I am now known as Skankilicious Ho.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Because I am twelve
Nice RackI have the sense of humor of a twelve year old boy, which Biker Bob is learning about first hand. As he pointed out, I laugh at Antellope Butts. That's not the point. The point is that my spinning wheel needs new hinges. I might be able to fix the ones I have with a good mallot, but I think it would be better in the long run to replace them. I will be happier, and that's what it's all about. I am not ifnorant to hardware, but while searching for hinges, I found something I have never seen before.
Butt Hinges.
Heh.
I stole a meme.
1. What curse word do you use the most? It would have to be somewhere between fuck and shit. they are both such great words!
2. Do you own an iPod?Nope. And while I wouldn't turn down a free one, there really isn't a desire to own one.
3. Who on your MySpace “Top 8” do you talk to the most?My Seester.
4. What time is your alarm clock set for?6:00 am.
5. What color is your room?Navajo White. Yay, Apartments!
6. Flip flops or sneakers?either. I like both but am more likely to wear sneakers (tenneshoes. we don't call em sneakers round here)
7. Would you rather take the picture or be in the picture?I like taking pictures of myself.
8. What was the last movie you watched?Last night I watched X Men 3. Then I went home and finished up Pirates of the Carribean
9.Do any of your friends have children?Yes. I don't see them very often though.
10. Has anyone ever called you lazy?Not recently.
11.Do you ever take medication to help you fall asleep faster?No.That can be habit forming. I would rather work out my insomnia without help. it's usually caused by stress anyway.
12. What CD is currently in your CD player?The alarm clock has Vivaldi. the car plays Janis Jopiln
13. Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk?Not a big milk drinker, but I prefer chocolate.
14. Has anyone told you a secret this week?um. I don't think so.
15.Have you ever given someone a hickey?possibly a very small one, but I don't remember. I gave myself one on my arm when I was a kid. and then there was the one on my forehead that I gave to myself...
16. Who was the last person to call you?Brother.
17.Do you think people talk about you behind your back?yeah, I know they do cuz then they tell me about it so we can all laugh.
18. Did you watch cartoons as a child?I still watch cartoons.
19. How many siblings do you have?I lost count. 3 biologically, add another 2 that I adopted because they are cute and sort of related. That I know of. Who knows where my dad's wild oats took root that I don't know about!
20.Are you shy around the opposite sex?Depends on who it is. Sometimes yes, sometimes no.
21. What movie do you know every line to?Every line? None.
22. Do you own any band t-shirts?Not that I'm aware of.
23.What is your favorite salad dressing?probably poppyseed. I eat it when I am feeling naughty.
24. Do you read for fun?YES.
25.Do you cry a lot?not really
26. Who was the last person to text message you?Stena
27.Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop?two desktops. One I actually use and one I could use I suppose.
28.Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoo?No, I have enough.
29. What is the weather like?HOT & sunny.
30. Would you ever date someone covered in tattoos?Oh, hell yeah. but they don't have to be!
31. Is sex before marriage wrong? No. My mom taught us to try before we buy.
32. When was the last time you slept on the floor?Does tent camping count? I was onthe ground...
33.How many hours of sleep do you need to function?I like 10, I need 6.
34. Are you in love or lust?um...No?
35.Are your days full and fast-paced?uh, yeah.
36. Do you pay attention to calories on the back of packages? nope. too much to worry about. I just like to eat.
37.How old will you be turning on your next birthday?29. Gasp!!.
38. Are you picky about spelling and grammar?I try to do both correctly, but don't stress over it.
39. Have you ever been to Six Flags? YUP
40. Do you get along better with the same or opposite sex? I get along well with most people. Most of my friends are male though.
41. Do you like cottage cheese?With Pinapple!
42 Do you sleep on your side, tummy, or back?Mostly my side.
43. Have you ever bid for something on eBay?oh hell yes. lots of stuff. maybe I should be ashamed...
44. Do you enjoy giving hugs?depends on who I am hugging. I am not a serial hugger.
45. What song did you last sing out loud? "Ball and Chain"
46. What is your favorite TV show?Scrubs. I watch it onTIVO at a friend's house.
47. Which celebrity, dead or alive, would you want to have lunch with?What? it's lunch time? great! I am starving!
48. Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?hee. just now when I thought about the last time I had butterflies.
49. What one thing do you wish you had?My cup runnith over.
50. Favorite lyrics?don't know.
good gravy that took forever.
2. Do you own an iPod?Nope. And while I wouldn't turn down a free one, there really isn't a desire to own one.
3. Who on your MySpace “Top 8” do you talk to the most?My Seester.
4. What time is your alarm clock set for?6:00 am.
5. What color is your room?Navajo White. Yay, Apartments!
6. Flip flops or sneakers?either. I like both but am more likely to wear sneakers (tenneshoes. we don't call em sneakers round here)
7. Would you rather take the picture or be in the picture?I like taking pictures of myself.
8. What was the last movie you watched?Last night I watched X Men 3. Then I went home and finished up Pirates of the Carribean
9.Do any of your friends have children?Yes. I don't see them very often though.
10. Has anyone ever called you lazy?Not recently.
11.Do you ever take medication to help you fall asleep faster?No.That can be habit forming. I would rather work out my insomnia without help. it's usually caused by stress anyway.
12. What CD is currently in your CD player?The alarm clock has Vivaldi. the car plays Janis Jopiln
13. Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk?Not a big milk drinker, but I prefer chocolate.
14. Has anyone told you a secret this week?um. I don't think so.
15.Have you ever given someone a hickey?possibly a very small one, but I don't remember. I gave myself one on my arm when I was a kid. and then there was the one on my forehead that I gave to myself...
16. Who was the last person to call you?Brother.
17.Do you think people talk about you behind your back?yeah, I know they do cuz then they tell me about it so we can all laugh.
18. Did you watch cartoons as a child?I still watch cartoons.
19. How many siblings do you have?I lost count. 3 biologically, add another 2 that I adopted because they are cute and sort of related. That I know of. Who knows where my dad's wild oats took root that I don't know about!
20.Are you shy around the opposite sex?Depends on who it is. Sometimes yes, sometimes no.
21. What movie do you know every line to?Every line? None.
22. Do you own any band t-shirts?Not that I'm aware of.
23.What is your favorite salad dressing?probably poppyseed. I eat it when I am feeling naughty.
24. Do you read for fun?YES.
25.Do you cry a lot?not really
26. Who was the last person to text message you?Stena
27.Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop?two desktops. One I actually use and one I could use I suppose.
28.Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoo?No, I have enough.
29. What is the weather like?HOT & sunny.
30. Would you ever date someone covered in tattoos?Oh, hell yeah. but they don't have to be!
31. Is sex before marriage wrong? No. My mom taught us to try before we buy.
32. When was the last time you slept on the floor?Does tent camping count? I was onthe ground...
33.How many hours of sleep do you need to function?I like 10, I need 6.
34. Are you in love or lust?um...No?
35.Are your days full and fast-paced?uh, yeah.
36. Do you pay attention to calories on the back of packages? nope. too much to worry about. I just like to eat.
37.How old will you be turning on your next birthday?29. Gasp!!.
38. Are you picky about spelling and grammar?I try to do both correctly, but don't stress over it.
39. Have you ever been to Six Flags? YUP
40. Do you get along better with the same or opposite sex? I get along well with most people. Most of my friends are male though.
41. Do you like cottage cheese?With Pinapple!
42 Do you sleep on your side, tummy, or back?Mostly my side.
43. Have you ever bid for something on eBay?oh hell yes. lots of stuff. maybe I should be ashamed...
44. Do you enjoy giving hugs?depends on who I am hugging. I am not a serial hugger.
45. What song did you last sing out loud? "Ball and Chain"
46. What is your favorite TV show?Scrubs. I watch it onTIVO at a friend's house.
47. Which celebrity, dead or alive, would you want to have lunch with?What? it's lunch time? great! I am starving!
48. Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?hee. just now when I thought about the last time I had butterflies.
49. What one thing do you wish you had?My cup runnith over.
50. Favorite lyrics?don't know.
good gravy that took forever.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Meow.
This was taken from the train at the Wild Animal Park on Monday night. He was just sitting there chillin and looking up at us. We heard him roar a bit earlier. that was way cool. Meanwhile, I have downloaded Yellowstone pictures so those are forthcoming!
So what??
Each night, as we clean and close at Harbucks, my coworkers (most of whom are several years younger than me. and by several I mean between 3 and 10) flip on the radio so that we can rock out while we clean. Rock out. In my world that can mean a lot of things. I'm a classic rock kind of girl, but I can dig on the 80's music. Throw on some Punk. Hard Rock. Or a little Disco. Some Swing. Jazz. Whatever. Let's dance and sing, lets giggle and laugh.
Hip Hop. I think I have discovered a genre of music that I might just go ahead and hate. (Gasp!! Racist!!) I can respect the rhythm. I can respect that the people singing are actually on key. But really, that's where my appriciation ends. Call me a fuddy duddy, but it's an assault on my ears. and the culture it promotes? Not respectable. Sure, it might be yours, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Gloifying ex cons? Nope. Pimps? Uh Uh. Here's a lyric for you:
"I'm from the Ghetto, Homey. I was raised on Bread and Baloney" (this gem is currently stuck in my head)
Who wasn't raised on baloney sammiches? we ALL ate baloney sammiches. We were all poor. Hello? Dinty Moore Beef Stew was a treat. I remember times when all we had was top ramen and powdered donuts to eat, and while I may just go ahead and write a book some day, I don't think I (or you) deserve special accolades for growin up poor. It's nothing new, it built character, move along. I am however slightly impressed by your ability to rhyme Homey and Baloney. here's another one:
"Blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah. You can do it all by your self. Let me hear you say..."
Quite frankly, I can't understand most of what this man says, but I think this comprises the entire volume of lyrics in the song. and it gets stuck in my head. just as you read it. along with the ear splitting electronic instruments that accompany all hip hop music.
I'm really trying to see the appeal. I just don't. I accept that people like it. I just wish it didn't grate on my nerves at midnight. Why don't I mention it to my coworkers and settle on a new channel? because 2 out of three people in the building enjoy it. and I respect the majority. I pick my fights. Hip hop just isn't worth it. It's an hour of assault on my senses. (More if you count the part where it gets stuck in my head) And I recognise that there are plenty of people who don't prefer MY musical tastes.
So I climb in my car, turn up Janice, or Louis, or whomever happens to be giving a concert at the time, and relax.
"Trouble mine, Lord I'm blue, I'm not, I won't be blue always..."
Hip Hop. I think I have discovered a genre of music that I might just go ahead and hate. (Gasp!! Racist!!) I can respect the rhythm. I can respect that the people singing are actually on key. But really, that's where my appriciation ends. Call me a fuddy duddy, but it's an assault on my ears. and the culture it promotes? Not respectable. Sure, it might be yours, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Gloifying ex cons? Nope. Pimps? Uh Uh. Here's a lyric for you:
"I'm from the Ghetto, Homey. I was raised on Bread and Baloney" (this gem is currently stuck in my head)
Who wasn't raised on baloney sammiches? we ALL ate baloney sammiches. We were all poor. Hello? Dinty Moore Beef Stew was a treat. I remember times when all we had was top ramen and powdered donuts to eat, and while I may just go ahead and write a book some day, I don't think I (or you) deserve special accolades for growin up poor. It's nothing new, it built character, move along. I am however slightly impressed by your ability to rhyme Homey and Baloney. here's another one:
"Blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah. You can do it all by your self. Let me hear you say..."
Quite frankly, I can't understand most of what this man says, but I think this comprises the entire volume of lyrics in the song. and it gets stuck in my head. just as you read it. along with the ear splitting electronic instruments that accompany all hip hop music.
I'm really trying to see the appeal. I just don't. I accept that people like it. I just wish it didn't grate on my nerves at midnight. Why don't I mention it to my coworkers and settle on a new channel? because 2 out of three people in the building enjoy it. and I respect the majority. I pick my fights. Hip hop just isn't worth it. It's an hour of assault on my senses. (More if you count the part where it gets stuck in my head) And I recognise that there are plenty of people who don't prefer MY musical tastes.
So I climb in my car, turn up Janice, or Louis, or whomever happens to be giving a concert at the time, and relax.
"Trouble mine, Lord I'm blue, I'm not, I won't be blue always..."
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Family
Yesterday I left work a little early in order to attend a cousin's graduation. I had received the invitation early enough that I was able to request the time off from Harbucks. Leaving my other job early is not generally an issue.
When I arrived at the ceremony, my family was surprised to see me. And they all kept telling me how nice it was that I attended, and what a surprise it is that I went, even taking off of work, and driving all the way from the other side of town. (I live inland, they live at the beach. it's about 20 to 30 minutes). Don't get me wrong, I appriciated thier appriciation, I guess it was the shoch that I showed up, the attitude that I was doing somethinge xtra special by being there.
This bothered me alot. Every time I show up to a family event, they have the same reaction. And every time I respond the same. If you guys tell me that there is stuff going on, I will find a way to attend.
I realize that they might find it a little strange to contact me, because my mom divorced their son/brother, but, like I told my uncle. They are my family. you don't divorce famlies. I don't know them as anything but my family, I am closer to them than I am to my bio father's family.
I tried to explain to them last night that telling my younger siblings about events and expecting me to find out and attend doesn't work. Case in point, Pie called me to invite me to a BBQ. I couldn't go because I was in Utah on my way to Yellowstone. She didn't tell me that the BBQ was in honor of Grandpa's 70th birthday. I am aware that it is my responsibility to remember birthdays, but I am notoriously bad at it. If I had known, I would have at least called to wish him a happy one. Another point? Apparently there was a father's day BBQ. I am aware of it because Brother told Seester that he was going to Nana's for a BBQ on that day. No mention of her going too, no mention of it to me. Seester mentioned it to me because she would have attended if she had felt invited. I could not attend because of the wedding, but an invite would have made me infinitely happy.
I think that my request for personal invitations fell on deaf ears. They just didn't seem to be listening. which means that I will continue to not attend. It's sad, really, and it hurts my feelings a bit. But, like anything I can only control myself, not others. I don't think it is too much to ask to be a part of the phone tree. I guess, like anything else, only time will tell.
When I arrived at the ceremony, my family was surprised to see me. And they all kept telling me how nice it was that I attended, and what a surprise it is that I went, even taking off of work, and driving all the way from the other side of town. (I live inland, they live at the beach. it's about 20 to 30 minutes). Don't get me wrong, I appriciated thier appriciation, I guess it was the shoch that I showed up, the attitude that I was doing somethinge xtra special by being there.
This bothered me alot. Every time I show up to a family event, they have the same reaction. And every time I respond the same. If you guys tell me that there is stuff going on, I will find a way to attend.
I realize that they might find it a little strange to contact me, because my mom divorced their son/brother, but, like I told my uncle. They are my family. you don't divorce famlies. I don't know them as anything but my family, I am closer to them than I am to my bio father's family.
I tried to explain to them last night that telling my younger siblings about events and expecting me to find out and attend doesn't work. Case in point, Pie called me to invite me to a BBQ. I couldn't go because I was in Utah on my way to Yellowstone. She didn't tell me that the BBQ was in honor of Grandpa's 70th birthday. I am aware that it is my responsibility to remember birthdays, but I am notoriously bad at it. If I had known, I would have at least called to wish him a happy one. Another point? Apparently there was a father's day BBQ. I am aware of it because Brother told Seester that he was going to Nana's for a BBQ on that day. No mention of her going too, no mention of it to me. Seester mentioned it to me because she would have attended if she had felt invited. I could not attend because of the wedding, but an invite would have made me infinitely happy.
I think that my request for personal invitations fell on deaf ears. They just didn't seem to be listening. which means that I will continue to not attend. It's sad, really, and it hurts my feelings a bit. But, like anything I can only control myself, not others. I don't think it is too much to ask to be a part of the phone tree. I guess, like anything else, only time will tell.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
What would YOU do??
I am the kind of person who, if you have something on your face, in your teeth, or hangin out your nose, will quietly tell you so that you're not runnin around all boogery.
So yesterday, I'm having lunch with a friend of mine, and mind you, I'm on the short side so I can generally see up everyone's nose, and I noted that he had...
Big long nose hairs sticking out!
What could I do? it's not like you can fix that. push them back in, pull them out (who carries tweezers??) I didn't want to make him self concious, but I didn't want him to run around with nose hairs either.
However, not everyone is a tweezer freak like me. I cannot bear to have a hair out of place. I check my eyebrows for strays every day. I'm not obsessive, I don't carry tweezers, but I will make a mental note for later.
I didn't say anything. I decided it's not my business to make certain my friends are well groomed. Food on your chin, no problem. but I think I will keep my issues away from your nose hairs.
So yesterday, I'm having lunch with a friend of mine, and mind you, I'm on the short side so I can generally see up everyone's nose, and I noted that he had...
Big long nose hairs sticking out!
What could I do? it's not like you can fix that. push them back in, pull them out (who carries tweezers??) I didn't want to make him self concious, but I didn't want him to run around with nose hairs either.
However, not everyone is a tweezer freak like me. I cannot bear to have a hair out of place. I check my eyebrows for strays every day. I'm not obsessive, I don't carry tweezers, but I will make a mental note for later.
I didn't say anything. I decided it's not my business to make certain my friends are well groomed. Food on your chin, no problem. but I think I will keep my issues away from your nose hairs.
Tee Hee
Blogger ate this here post where I talked all about the DATE I had last night with Dave who has been renamed by my boss and will now be referred to as "Biker Bob" to protect his identity and how I had a really great time and I'm not just saying that because he reads this but because I really did. It was a great post full of dramatic pauses and applause. but blogger ate it (f-kin blogger) so you guys will never know about how I am looking forward to seeing him again some time.
Monday, June 19, 2006
weekend update
Friday night was the rehersal for the wedding I was in yesterday. It was fun. Especially the part where I walked into the screen door right in front of my friends, laughed so hard I sat down and cried, then got something in my eyes so I stumbled blindly all around Mike's parents house, tears streaming, searching for the bathroom. They teased me all evening.
Saturday I had a lovely time with my Seester before I went into work and proceeded to knock over and spill everything in sight.
Sunday I performed my first wedding ceremony. Everyone said I did a great job. I'm still laughing because I stumbled over the word "eloquence". you just can't plan that kind of shit. I also got to end an argument (the playful kind, of course) with the phrase:
"Oh yeah? Well I have GOD on my side" it's good to be the clergy.
I think I'm still going to burn though for saying "Shit" in the church. more than once. But the arch really did look like shit. and I think it would have been far worse to lie to the Bride and tell her it looked great. right?
Saturday I had a lovely time with my Seester before I went into work and proceeded to knock over and spill everything in sight.
Sunday I performed my first wedding ceremony. Everyone said I did a great job. I'm still laughing because I stumbled over the word "eloquence". you just can't plan that kind of shit. I also got to end an argument (the playful kind, of course) with the phrase:
"Oh yeah? Well I have GOD on my side" it's good to be the clergy.
I think I'm still going to burn though for saying "Shit" in the church. more than once. But the arch really did look like shit. and I think it would have been far worse to lie to the Bride and tell her it looked great. right?
Friday, June 16, 2006
today my name is Focused
I have been feeling very insecure about my job lately, especially yesterday nd today, so I decided that the best way for me to feel good about my position is to be very productive. Sadly, when I told my boss (borderline tearfully) that I am felling very insecure, he didn't respond. at all. I don't think he hears me.
It's hard to stay focused when you are in filing hell, but I see a light at the end of the tunnel so I am hoping that when I am done, soon, I can resume some of my normal duties and feel good about my position here again. I hope.
Meanwhile, last night at practice I went to do a push up and hit my head on the floor. I now have a tender spot in the middle of my forehead. I giggled so much I couldn't do any more push ups. which is bad because um, I only did two.
My sister has started blogging again! go read her. hhtp://www.lzymzy.blogspot.com
It's hard to stay focused when you are in filing hell, but I see a light at the end of the tunnel so I am hoping that when I am done, soon, I can resume some of my normal duties and feel good about my position here again. I hope.
Meanwhile, last night at practice I went to do a push up and hit my head on the floor. I now have a tender spot in the middle of my forehead. I giggled so much I couldn't do any more push ups. which is bad because um, I only did two.
My sister has started blogging again! go read her. hhtp://www.lzymzy.blogspot.com
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Sometimes I get wrapped up in myself
which is normal. But I was reading an article about Iraq War veterens coming home and all the post traumatic stress issues that they have and I was reminded of Jimmy, who was my boyfriend long long ago, the one who married a woman with my smile, who joined the Air Force soon after I went into Americorps.
And I realized that it is highly possible that Jimmy could have gone to war. and I suddenly hoped that he and his are okay. Because if he wasn't? I would have no way of knowing. So I guess this is my way of putting it out into the universe that if he did go to war, I hope he's home safe with his family. and if he didn't, I hope he doesn't.
And I realized that it is highly possible that Jimmy could have gone to war. and I suddenly hoped that he and his are okay. Because if he wasn't? I would have no way of knowing. So I guess this is my way of putting it out into the universe that if he did go to war, I hope he's home safe with his family. and if he didn't, I hope he doesn't.
Dear loud girls at Harbucks,
When dealing with smiling baristas, please do not change your drink order 3 seconds after your drink is in the process of being made. Yes, we will accomodate your requests, but, I don't want to make you an iced mocha to try and then if you don't like it make you something else (at no cost, of course) after you have just purchased an iced vanilla latte. But I will get that mocha started for you right now. What? no mocha? (dump, rinse) yes mocha, no mocha, yes latte, wait mocha?(dump), no, latte.ok. yes I poured some milk already I would have your drink finished by now if you would make up your mind what you want, no nonfat you're lactose intolorant?(why the hell did you ask for nonfat???) ok soy (dump, rinse, pump, pour, pull, pour) here you go.
When discussing issues with your friends, please, let's use our inside voices. remember that there are people studying for finals right over there. yup, them over there. that's why they have piles of books and computers and by the way I don't need to know that you only like going down on so and so because he has a really nice one, I mean really nice, or that so and so has a little one, because well, that's personal and well, you're still in high school according to my lovely coworker who had to sweep the floor near your table just now, but thankfully now the whole restrant knows that you like going down on so and so because he has a really nice one, but that so and so has a little one...
also, while we are indeed here to serve you, we aren't here to serve you. so a little respect for the workin girls, ok? someday, you'll be in our shoes no matter how pretty you think you are because eventually, daddy isn't going to be paying for those highlights anymore. And you'll be wanting to pay cash for the STD treatment when you get gonorrhiea in your mouth from goin down an all those boys who have really nice ones, and since I seriously doubt you want daddy to know you might not be a virgin or that you've caught herpegonnesyphiaids in your mouth because, I know you're still a virgin as long as you stick to oral, you can still catch nasties in your mouth. and those will need meds I doubt you want showin up on the insurance bills.
(ps. I just noticed that I think in run on sentences. and yes, in my head, my spelling is just as bad as it is on the computer screen)
When discussing issues with your friends, please, let's use our inside voices. remember that there are people studying for finals right over there. yup, them over there. that's why they have piles of books and computers and by the way I don't need to know that you only like going down on so and so because he has a really nice one, I mean really nice, or that so and so has a little one, because well, that's personal and well, you're still in high school according to my lovely coworker who had to sweep the floor near your table just now, but thankfully now the whole restrant knows that you like going down on so and so because he has a really nice one, but that so and so has a little one...
also, while we are indeed here to serve you, we aren't here to serve you. so a little respect for the workin girls, ok? someday, you'll be in our shoes no matter how pretty you think you are because eventually, daddy isn't going to be paying for those highlights anymore. And you'll be wanting to pay cash for the STD treatment when you get gonorrhiea in your mouth from goin down an all those boys who have really nice ones, and since I seriously doubt you want daddy to know you might not be a virgin or that you've caught herpegonnesyphiaids in your mouth because, I know you're still a virgin as long as you stick to oral, you can still catch nasties in your mouth. and those will need meds I doubt you want showin up on the insurance bills.
(ps. I just noticed that I think in run on sentences. and yes, in my head, my spelling is just as bad as it is on the computer screen)
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Yellowstone stories
I know I have not been forthcoming on the yellowstone stories. and that is no fun. I also know that I have not posted any pictures and by now, I'm sure no one cares. So here's what I will do. as with any of my other stories, I will post them as they come to mind. There are things I will discuss about the trip, and others that I will not, which, sadly, will likely be the juiciest stuff from a trip that really didn't have much along the line of drama.
So today, when I was reading LBB's blog, I came accross a term that reminded me of my trip. The term was, Glory Hole.
For those of you who don't know, a Glory Hole as I understand it, is a peephole into the bathroom. you know, so you can see um, glorious things. (eew!)
Any way, while I was in Yellowstone, camping, we happened to be close enough to the showering facility that each day, before we embarked on our adventures, we would stop at the showers, get clean and warm (it snowed our first two days there. we were in tents. that's some cold right there)
Our second to last day, I was showering happily in the warm water when I noticed that I could see the water dripping at the controller in the wall. so, of course I peeked to see where the hole would go. Into the storeroom I saw. Right through a fairly sizable hole. Thankfully there was no one in there, but it occurred to me that anyone passing through could get themselves a show. I'm sure I was not the first to notice.
Perhaps I am a bad person for not mentioning it to my fellow campers. Those that read know now, those that know them might tell. That's up to them. I made my choice based on the desire to continue showering and, I didn't want anyone to feel uncomfortable. had there been an eyeball looking back at me, I might have decided differently. The mext day? I showered. same stall with the hole. I figure anyone peeking deserved the horrors they got.
So today, when I was reading LBB's blog, I came accross a term that reminded me of my trip. The term was, Glory Hole.
For those of you who don't know, a Glory Hole as I understand it, is a peephole into the bathroom. you know, so you can see um, glorious things. (eew!)
Any way, while I was in Yellowstone, camping, we happened to be close enough to the showering facility that each day, before we embarked on our adventures, we would stop at the showers, get clean and warm (it snowed our first two days there. we were in tents. that's some cold right there)
Our second to last day, I was showering happily in the warm water when I noticed that I could see the water dripping at the controller in the wall. so, of course I peeked to see where the hole would go. Into the storeroom I saw. Right through a fairly sizable hole. Thankfully there was no one in there, but it occurred to me that anyone passing through could get themselves a show. I'm sure I was not the first to notice.
Perhaps I am a bad person for not mentioning it to my fellow campers. Those that read know now, those that know them might tell. That's up to them. I made my choice based on the desire to continue showering and, I didn't want anyone to feel uncomfortable. had there been an eyeball looking back at me, I might have decided differently. The mext day? I showered. same stall with the hole. I figure anyone peeking deserved the horrors they got.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
at it again
So the neighbors were at it again, which kept me up again. I think this was a new woman so the sounds were not as constant as the last one. Every time I would start to doze off again, she'd give a good, loud moan. However, I was in a better mood last night than I usually am when I am trying to sleep through my neighbor's sex life so I just shook my head and tried to sleep. The woman? hilarious. at one point, she sounded kinda like a dog. you know, like she was barking. At another, she reminded me of Dory from Finding Nemo. speaking whale. specifically, humpback. giggle.
If you could see my bedroom window clearly from the sidewalk, I might consider hanging a sign that says, "All your neighbors can hear you" which would cover the whole appropriate for children to read rule and I hope still get the message across. I'm happy, however, that you can't see very well into my bedroom, because it's hot at night and I like to sleep with the windows and blinds (partially) open.
I also think I know who the neighborly culprit is. We had a balcony to balcony conversation about my garden. Not a bad looking guy, actually, and apparently, quite the sexual powerhouse since things would quiet down then start up again about 10 minutes later (not to mention the cinco de mayo marathon) and in case you are wondering, no, I am NOT going there.
In other news, popped into craigslist today for a giggle, and "Colin's twin" is still posting. actually, he's not as cute as I originally thought. Recieved an email today from a nice fellow named Dave. Since he admits that he reads my blog, Hi Dave!
at Harbucks the other night, an attractive man walked in. I flirted. hee hee. (I am not a flirt. A smart ass, maybe, but not a flirt. so for me, to be able to say I flirted? well, kinda surprising.)I mentioned to my coworker that he was cute. her reply?? "I think he might be gay" and then I saw that he was indeed a food nibbler (he delicately nibbled his cookies instead of taking big manly bites) and, his book bag was less a book bag and more a man purse.
So the determination was made that if I am attracted, he must be gay or at least metro which, is held up completely by my past dating history (with the exception of T) and if He's attracted to me (in person), he must be 80.
If you could see my bedroom window clearly from the sidewalk, I might consider hanging a sign that says, "All your neighbors can hear you" which would cover the whole appropriate for children to read rule and I hope still get the message across. I'm happy, however, that you can't see very well into my bedroom, because it's hot at night and I like to sleep with the windows and blinds (partially) open.
I also think I know who the neighborly culprit is. We had a balcony to balcony conversation about my garden. Not a bad looking guy, actually, and apparently, quite the sexual powerhouse since things would quiet down then start up again about 10 minutes later (not to mention the cinco de mayo marathon) and in case you are wondering, no, I am NOT going there.
In other news, popped into craigslist today for a giggle, and "Colin's twin" is still posting. actually, he's not as cute as I originally thought. Recieved an email today from a nice fellow named Dave. Since he admits that he reads my blog, Hi Dave!
at Harbucks the other night, an attractive man walked in. I flirted. hee hee. (I am not a flirt. A smart ass, maybe, but not a flirt. so for me, to be able to say I flirted? well, kinda surprising.)I mentioned to my coworker that he was cute. her reply?? "I think he might be gay" and then I saw that he was indeed a food nibbler (he delicately nibbled his cookies instead of taking big manly bites) and, his book bag was less a book bag and more a man purse.
So the determination was made that if I am attracted, he must be gay or at least metro which, is held up completely by my past dating history (with the exception of T) and if He's attracted to me (in person), he must be 80.
Monday, June 12, 2006
another hilarious conversation.
When discussing my attitude today:
Gina
Sent: Monday, June 12, 2006 10:59 AM
To: T
this applies too. hee hee.
Main Entry: snap·pish
Pronunciation: 'sna-pish
Function: adjective1
a : given to curt irritable speech
b : arising from annoyance or irascibility
2 : inclined to bite
T:
Main Entry: oh
Pronunciation: 'o
Function: adjective1
a : oh
b : oh
2 : oh…
Gina
Sent: Monday, June 12, 2006 10:59 AM
To: T
this applies too. hee hee.
Main Entry: snap·pish
Pronunciation: 'sna-pish
Function: adjective1
a : given to curt irritable speech
b : arising from annoyance or irascibility
2 : inclined to bite
T:
Main Entry: oh
Pronunciation: 'o
Function: adjective1
a : oh
b : oh
2 : oh…
Dear Coworkers
If you would like to see the control monster continue to rear her um, lovely blonde head, keep pushin. you'll get your stuff when you get it, and, perhaps this construction delay will teach you not to approve a schedule before there are approved drawings. cuz, you know, now you're steppin on my turf and well, I'm tired of being blamed when things aren't done properly, so you can just go right ahead and wait until I finish doing my job correctly.
Friday, June 09, 2006
there comes a time
(when you heed a certain call...when the world must come together as one.)
When a young woman realizes that she has consumed the following things:
Coffee
Doughnut
Chocolate Chip Cookies
Gummy Bears
and should probably go eat some real food. except now she's full and doesn't feel like eating. unless she missed a gummy bear somewhere. and no, not the huckleberry ones that melted all together in her car before she could present their yummyness at work. mmm huckleberries.
When a young woman realizes that she has consumed the following things:
Coffee
Doughnut
Chocolate Chip Cookies
Gummy Bears
and should probably go eat some real food. except now she's full and doesn't feel like eating. unless she missed a gummy bear somewhere. and no, not the huckleberry ones that melted all together in her car before she could present their yummyness at work. mmm huckleberries.
A rare blogger complaint
Ususally, I love blogger. but yesterday, it stopped me from my usual daily rambling. in fact, I posted, but it didn't go through. so I'll give you a quick recap of what I would have posted.
A quote from coworker:
"you can't build a restroom without the shitters" heh.
In other news, Brother did not graduate last night. He's supposed to go to summer school, but I fear I have lost faith in his desire to make something of himself.His girlfriend, however, took top honors and all sorts of awards. I am hoping that his respect for her and his desire to keep her in his world will put him back on track. She's not the sort to put up with baloney. True to my word, I have not said anything to Brother. I resigned fromthe position of lecturer and have held myself to it.
hioefully there will be more later because I SWEAR I had more stuff to say, but now I have forgotten what it was.
A quote from coworker:
"you can't build a restroom without the shitters" heh.
In other news, Brother did not graduate last night. He's supposed to go to summer school, but I fear I have lost faith in his desire to make something of himself.His girlfriend, however, took top honors and all sorts of awards. I am hoping that his respect for her and his desire to keep her in his world will put him back on track. She's not the sort to put up with baloney. True to my word, I have not said anything to Brother. I resigned fromthe position of lecturer and have held myself to it.
hioefully there will be more later because I SWEAR I had more stuff to say, but now I have forgotten what it was.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
I had things to blog about
but then blogger didn't work. And I know I am keeping you all in suspense about my trip. I'm just a terrible person.
I am pondering a relocation to Wyoming. I liked it there. in the spring...any comments on the idea would be welcome.
I am pondering a relocation to Wyoming. I liked it there. in the spring...any comments on the idea would be welcome.
Monday, June 05, 2006
My favorite quote today
this is one of the reasons I love my friend Dana so much. She's great.
We were discussing my trip and how the snow wouldn't have been so bad if I had a hot guy in my tent. I had responded that Willie was the only guy with us and the apparently (he was far away but close enough to see that he had a nice ass) attactive young man I tried to lure into our camp with promises of electricity didn't get anywhere close. I suggested that I scared him away. her answer?
"Nope he was gay because nobody male or female can resist you."
grin!!
We were discussing my trip and how the snow wouldn't have been so bad if I had a hot guy in my tent. I had responded that Willie was the only guy with us and the apparently (he was far away but close enough to see that he had a nice ass) attactive young man I tried to lure into our camp with promises of electricity didn't get anywhere close. I suggested that I scared him away. her answer?
"Nope he was gay because nobody male or female can resist you."
grin!!
First day back
I've been pretty busy, although not so busy that I couldn't catch up on my blog friends (some of you got wordy and I scanned. sorry) There will be pictures, and soon, but likely not today. More likely it will be when I have time to take care of it at my mom's, work situation has changed and I am no longer alone the last hour to do things like download pictures and such.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
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