Friday night:
What I did:
Went to Wendy's (where a nerdy fellow was standing in line with his mother and as we walked in stared unrelentlessly while turning 180 degrees and never taking his eyes off of us as we walked around the room to get in line. Then after he ordered and the cashier said, "who's next?" the starer thrust his pointed finger about 3" from my face and yelled "SHE IS!" There was also a sign on the counter that said Wendy's was short on tomatoes due to the hurricanes in Florida and you only get them if you request them. I requested them and did not get any, while my friend did not but got some).
Went to ward Halloween pajama party (not even my own ward, pathetic)where they toilet papered the gym and ate cereal and pop tarts. How old are we again?
What I should have done: Stayed home and blogged.
Saturday:
What I did:
Slept til 11am, did a little cleaning, ate dinner at Chipotle (4 steak tacos) went to my own boring ward Halloween party where there was apple bobbing, cookie decorating, pumpkin carving and Howard Jones music. Had second dinner at McDonalds and watched "A Cinderella Story."
What I Should Have Done:
Slept til 11am, did a little more cleaning, picked only one dinner, stayed home and blogged.
Sunday:
Did what I should have done (except for listening to the talks instead of staring at all the new couples and watching HB).
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Monday, October 25, 2004
Blogs Lost in Cyber-Space
I am really upset about my two blogs last week that have disappeared. I worked hard on them, and they just disappeared?? Gosh, I don't really have the energy or wit to re-write them but maybe I'll just summarize the main points in case there are any comments.
Breaking from Tradition:
Last week was the first time I have missed an episode of "The Bachelor" (or "The Bachelorette" for that matter) in all its seasons.
Why have I been so addicted? I don't know. But I feel good about stopping the addiction.
The Bachelors:
#1 Hated
#2 Hated (but made eye contact with in NYC last month)
#3 finally liked
#4 Hated
#5 Hated
#6 (current season) hate (Byron, the long haired profession bass fisherman)
I prefer "The Bachelorette" as I think all women should. But I am mad that Jen is coming back as bachelorette #3. SHE ALREADY WON on "The Bachelor" and that didn't work. Then she dated Bill from "The Apprentice." I think she needs to give another no-name hooch a chance at finding love on national television.
And for those of you who read this before it mysteriously disappeared(it must have been ABC who pulled my blog), I DID go to abc.com to look at who got kicked off in what was, I'm sure, the most shocking rose ceremony ever.
I used this joke in my first blog and was happy to find that there is an article in this week's People magazine called "How to Fix 'The Bachelor,'" in which they used my same "most shocking rose ceremony ever" joke. Good job to me on coming up with same joke as nationally syndicated writer.
The #48 Car
This blog detailed my month long rise as a NASCAR fan. I was first turned on to it at a 3-D IMAX about NASCAR narrated by Kiefer Sutherland (also love him). I also love to write/type NASCAR in all-caps.
Anyway my driver is Jimmie Johnson (#48), who, by the way, has NOW come in first place out of forty-something cars in the last 2 races. I am so proud.
I used to think NASCAR was only for rednecks. Now I know that is not true. Or maybe I am just becoming a redneck. It really could be either one. Whatever the case, I look forward to actually attending a race in Richmond next season to cheer on Jimmie.
Well, there are the 2 blogs which now just seem factual and much less interesting without the funny quips I took time to compose in the first go round. Sorry to disappoint (however I happen to know that both my readers already read these posts anyway)...moving right along...
Breaking from Tradition:
Last week was the first time I have missed an episode of "The Bachelor" (or "The Bachelorette" for that matter) in all its seasons.
Why have I been so addicted? I don't know. But I feel good about stopping the addiction.
The Bachelors:
#1 Hated
#2 Hated (but made eye contact with in NYC last month)
#3 finally liked
#4 Hated
#5 Hated
#6 (current season) hate (Byron, the long haired profession bass fisherman)
I prefer "The Bachelorette" as I think all women should. But I am mad that Jen is coming back as bachelorette #3. SHE ALREADY WON on "The Bachelor" and that didn't work. Then she dated Bill from "The Apprentice." I think she needs to give another no-name hooch a chance at finding love on national television.
And for those of you who read this before it mysteriously disappeared(it must have been ABC who pulled my blog), I DID go to abc.com to look at who got kicked off in what was, I'm sure, the most shocking rose ceremony ever.
I used this joke in my first blog and was happy to find that there is an article in this week's People magazine called "How to Fix 'The Bachelor,'" in which they used my same "most shocking rose ceremony ever" joke. Good job to me on coming up with same joke as nationally syndicated writer.
The #48 Car
This blog detailed my month long rise as a NASCAR fan. I was first turned on to it at a 3-D IMAX about NASCAR narrated by Kiefer Sutherland (also love him). I also love to write/type NASCAR in all-caps.
Anyway my driver is Jimmie Johnson (#48), who, by the way, has NOW come in first place out of forty-something cars in the last 2 races. I am so proud.
I used to think NASCAR was only for rednecks. Now I know that is not true. Or maybe I am just becoming a redneck. It really could be either one. Whatever the case, I look forward to actually attending a race in Richmond next season to cheer on Jimmie.
Well, there are the 2 blogs which now just seem factual and much less interesting without the funny quips I took time to compose in the first go round. Sorry to disappoint (however I happen to know that both my readers already read these posts anyway)...moving right along...
Strange Conversations
1.) Everyday when I get on the elevator to go home, it stops on the 8th floor, where a few girls who work at the "Feminist Majority" get on (They are unmistakeable because they all have all these pink pins all over their purses that say "The Feminist Majority"). I like to eavesdrop on their conversations, which is perfectly acceptable since we ARE in an elevator.
Anyway, the other day this was the conversation I heard:
Feminist #1: My dad's hero is Fidel Castro.
Feminist #2: Really?
Feminist #2: Yeah, I mean, he could really do better on a few social issues, but other than that we think he is a great leader.
2.)On Fridays, I volunteer at the Washington temple. Because it is during the day when most people my age are at work, I am the only person under 65 on my shift. This is nice because I get a lot of special attention and everyone thinks I'm lovely. This past Friday, I had this conversation in the locker room:
Sister McQuivey: How long does it take you to get home?
Me: Oh, depends on traffic, usually about an hour.
Sister McQ: Oh! Well let me help you! I have learned a trick to getting ahead of the traffic on the Beltway.
Me: Oh really? what is it?
Sister McQ: Well, I get off on every exit I can and then get right back on to the Beltway ahead of a lot of people who were in front of me. I take a 94 year old lady home and everytime she just shakes her head and says "I can't believe we do this every week. Are you sure it is legal?"
Then she laughed and was hunting for a piece of paper to draw a map on of how I can get off at each exit and get back on a little further up the road. She drew a diagram for me and commented "you might get a few honks, but don't worry about it."
Anyway, I thought this was odd that this woman would be giving me, an intelligent 25 year old, aggressive-driving tips. And I laughed at the thought of people honking at these 2 little ladies exiting and merging, exiting and merging. And maybe you have to know Sis. McQ to even find this funny at all.
But on the way home, I tried her trick and cut off over 15 minutes of travel time, by sneaking ahead in the stop and go, rush hour traffic. Of course, it is probably people like me who are constantly exiting and merging who are causing the stop and go traffic in the first place.
Hmm, there was a 3rd convo that I can't really remember now, but if I think of it later, maybe I'll post it.
Anyway, the other day this was the conversation I heard:
Feminist #1: My dad's hero is Fidel Castro.
Feminist #2: Really?
Feminist #2: Yeah, I mean, he could really do better on a few social issues, but other than that we think he is a great leader.
2.)On Fridays, I volunteer at the Washington temple. Because it is during the day when most people my age are at work, I am the only person under 65 on my shift. This is nice because I get a lot of special attention and everyone thinks I'm lovely. This past Friday, I had this conversation in the locker room:
Sister McQuivey: How long does it take you to get home?
Me: Oh, depends on traffic, usually about an hour.
Sister McQ: Oh! Well let me help you! I have learned a trick to getting ahead of the traffic on the Beltway.
Me: Oh really? what is it?
Sister McQ: Well, I get off on every exit I can and then get right back on to the Beltway ahead of a lot of people who were in front of me. I take a 94 year old lady home and everytime she just shakes her head and says "I can't believe we do this every week. Are you sure it is legal?"
Then she laughed and was hunting for a piece of paper to draw a map on of how I can get off at each exit and get back on a little further up the road. She drew a diagram for me and commented "you might get a few honks, but don't worry about it."
Anyway, I thought this was odd that this woman would be giving me, an intelligent 25 year old, aggressive-driving tips. And I laughed at the thought of people honking at these 2 little ladies exiting and merging, exiting and merging. And maybe you have to know Sis. McQ to even find this funny at all.
But on the way home, I tried her trick and cut off over 15 minutes of travel time, by sneaking ahead in the stop and go, rush hour traffic. Of course, it is probably people like me who are constantly exiting and merging who are causing the stop and go traffic in the first place.
Hmm, there was a 3rd convo that I can't really remember now, but if I think of it later, maybe I'll post it.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Breast Cancer Awareness Faux Pas
Okay, I think fighting breast cancer is a great idea, who doesn't?
HOWEVER, here are 2 seriously embarrassing breast cancer awareness ideas:
1. Washington, D.C. upcoming 2nd Annual "Bosom Ball" concert with the proceeds benefiting a local mammography program. Advertising for this concert includes cartoon bras/bikini tops with performing bands inside.
http://www.moremusic104.com/?sid=29552&nid=144
2. Joanna tells me that this month, because of a bill that passed in the House and Senate, the St. Louis arch will be lit up in pink lights.
Oh yeah, this will REALLY help find a cure for breast cancer--by shining pink lights on this National Landmark and Gateway to the West so that it looks like a giant pink breast. Great idea, Congress.
HOWEVER, here are 2 seriously embarrassing breast cancer awareness ideas:
1. Washington, D.C. upcoming 2nd Annual "Bosom Ball" concert with the proceeds benefiting a local mammography program. Advertising for this concert includes cartoon bras/bikini tops with performing bands inside.
http://www.moremusic104.com/?sid=29552&nid=144
2. Joanna tells me that this month, because of a bill that passed in the House and Senate, the St. Louis arch will be lit up in pink lights.
Oh yeah, this will REALLY help find a cure for breast cancer--by shining pink lights on this National Landmark and Gateway to the West so that it looks like a giant pink breast. Great idea, Congress.
Civility and Productivity
Update: Well, my stakeout last night was foiled by 1) serious rain, 2)a friend called at the last minute and wanted a ride (and not a good enough friend to say, "you go on in, I need to stay out here and wait for a fake arrival time" and 3) the absence of HB.
I don't like to do anything unless I can cross it off a list. Doesn't it make you feel good and accomplished when you can cross things off? Once I was making my bed, actually stopped to go over to a list and write "make bed" just so that I could cross it off when I was done.
Today I need to: 1. go to Enrichment and learn about financial planning 2. straighten up the house 3. call my dad (or send e-card) b/c today is his bday 4.watch game 7 with the Yankees/Red Sox so I will feel cool.
I will stop boring you with my list and start writing it on a post-it note to stick on my desk for crossing off purposes. Sometimes I relate my job productivity with the number of post-it notes on my desk with crossed off things on them. (# of post-its currently on my desk: 19 good. going to have v. productive day today.)
So, at institute we have 4 classes and then afterwards there is a huge "Munch and Mingle" in the gym. I have fooled myself into believing that if I were a little more approachable and not always in a pack of my friends, guys would actually come over to meet me and ask me out. Sadly enough, believing this does actually make me feel better. So for the last several weeks some friends and I have been doing an experiment. We go in to the M&M, talk to some friends, and then force myself to go stand alone in the crowd for at least 2 minutes.
# of times I have done this: about 6
# of times a guy has come to talk to me: 1
# of times that guy has asked me out: 0
# of times a girl has come to talk to me: 2
# of times someone has said "I saw you standing all alone so I thought I'd come talk to you" : 1
I'm wondering if I'm only alienating myself by blogging. Should I be revealing this munch & mingle experiment and my stake-out plans? I don't know, but it's who I am. Maybe that's the problem. Somehow, though, it makes me feel like Bridget Jones and there has to be another Colin Firth out there somewhere.
I don't like to do anything unless I can cross it off a list. Doesn't it make you feel good and accomplished when you can cross things off? Once I was making my bed, actually stopped to go over to a list and write "make bed" just so that I could cross it off when I was done.
Today I need to: 1. go to Enrichment and learn about financial planning 2. straighten up the house 3. call my dad (or send e-card) b/c today is his bday 4.watch game 7 with the Yankees/Red Sox so I will feel cool.
I will stop boring you with my list and start writing it on a post-it note to stick on my desk for crossing off purposes. Sometimes I relate my job productivity with the number of post-it notes on my desk with crossed off things on them. (# of post-its currently on my desk: 19 good. going to have v. productive day today.)
So, at institute we have 4 classes and then afterwards there is a huge "Munch and Mingle" in the gym. I have fooled myself into believing that if I were a little more approachable and not always in a pack of my friends, guys would actually come over to meet me and ask me out. Sadly enough, believing this does actually make me feel better. So for the last several weeks some friends and I have been doing an experiment. We go in to the M&M, talk to some friends, and then force myself to go stand alone in the crowd for at least 2 minutes.
# of times I have done this: about 6
# of times a guy has come to talk to me: 1
# of times that guy has asked me out: 0
# of times a girl has come to talk to me: 2
# of times someone has said "I saw you standing all alone so I thought I'd come talk to you" : 1
I'm wondering if I'm only alienating myself by blogging. Should I be revealing this munch & mingle experiment and my stake-out plans? I don't know, but it's who I am. Maybe that's the problem. Somehow, though, it makes me feel like Bridget Jones and there has to be another Colin Firth out there somewhere.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Stakeout plans
What I'm going to do tonight:
Arrive in the church parking lot at 7:30pm and wait in car. I am prepared to fake cell phone calls from inside the car in case anyone should see me just sitting in the car and wonder if I'm on a stake-out (which I will be). Then I will wait until HB arrives and casually get out of my car and act surprised that we've both arrived at the same time and what a perfect opportunity for us to chat. Great, now I've revealed that I'm sneaky and conniving... but (insert rationalization here)!
Arrive in the church parking lot at 7:30pm and wait in car. I am prepared to fake cell phone calls from inside the car in case anyone should see me just sitting in the car and wonder if I'm on a stake-out (which I will be). Then I will wait until HB arrives and casually get out of my car and act surprised that we've both arrived at the same time and what a perfect opportunity for us to chat. Great, now I've revealed that I'm sneaky and conniving... but (insert rationalization here)!
My First Blog of Nonsense
Well, here I am in the world of blogging--a place I never thought I'd be. But having now bookmarked Carly and Kacy's blogs and constantly checking for their new posts, I decided to join in the fun. Although, I am intimidated by their wit because I just know that mine will be far less amusing.
Where do I begin with my first blog...I'll just start from right now as if anyone reading this (Carly), already knows what's going on with me (she does), so I won't have to explain everything I write. That is what I always do when I go to write in my journal and it has been like 9 months or 2 years or however long since my last entry. So then I start trying to summarize everything that has happened since I last wrote which eventually ends up being such a long entry that I dont' want to write again for another 2 years.
Maybe I'll start by explaining (which, in my last paragraph, is the only thing I said I wasn't going to do in my blog) my name of Marcy Dibbleblotts. Marcy, while having nothing in common with my real name except the letter M, has somehow really stuck as my nickname for the last couple of years. Even a few people in my ward call me that. But I actually like it so I won't complain. Now Dibbleblotts is a little more complicated and probably pretty boring. But last week while watching "How to Marry a Millioinaire" I proposed that Joanna's nickname be Shotzy because, well I like it and for four years now we haven't been able to give her a nickname that sticks...so then Camille decided she wanted to be Loco (Betty Grable's name in the film) so that left me to be the Marilyn Monroe character (again, can't complain). So we listened with bated breath (I also have always thought it was baited too, but I learned otherwise from blog by Eliza who is connected to Kacy, whose blogs I have also read almost all of. So while pretending to be afraid of blogging, I have already become obsessed and am reading every blog in sight.), to hear what Marilyn's name was. Well it ended up being Pola (pronounced Paula) something French, Debuvouis or something like that that no one could pronounce so ended up just being Dibbleblotts. And somehow Dibbleblotts has also stuck.
So there you go, Carly ;) a lot of info that doesn't really matter. Which I've decided is sort of what blogging is. I also think that I should write a lot of blogs really quickly. That way, this isn't the only one hanging out there and I feel bad about it and wonder if it's good enough.
Yes, that's what I'll do.
Where do I begin with my first blog...I'll just start from right now as if anyone reading this (Carly), already knows what's going on with me (she does), so I won't have to explain everything I write. That is what I always do when I go to write in my journal and it has been like 9 months or 2 years or however long since my last entry. So then I start trying to summarize everything that has happened since I last wrote which eventually ends up being such a long entry that I dont' want to write again for another 2 years.
Maybe I'll start by explaining (which, in my last paragraph, is the only thing I said I wasn't going to do in my blog) my name of Marcy Dibbleblotts. Marcy, while having nothing in common with my real name except the letter M, has somehow really stuck as my nickname for the last couple of years. Even a few people in my ward call me that. But I actually like it so I won't complain. Now Dibbleblotts is a little more complicated and probably pretty boring. But last week while watching "How to Marry a Millioinaire" I proposed that Joanna's nickname be Shotzy because, well I like it and for four years now we haven't been able to give her a nickname that sticks...so then Camille decided she wanted to be Loco (Betty Grable's name in the film) so that left me to be the Marilyn Monroe character (again, can't complain). So we listened with bated breath (I also have always thought it was baited too, but I learned otherwise from blog by Eliza who is connected to Kacy, whose blogs I have also read almost all of. So while pretending to be afraid of blogging, I have already become obsessed and am reading every blog in sight.), to hear what Marilyn's name was. Well it ended up being Pola (pronounced Paula) something French, Debuvouis or something like that that no one could pronounce so ended up just being Dibbleblotts. And somehow Dibbleblotts has also stuck.
So there you go, Carly ;) a lot of info that doesn't really matter. Which I've decided is sort of what blogging is. I also think that I should write a lot of blogs really quickly. That way, this isn't the only one hanging out there and I feel bad about it and wonder if it's good enough.
Yes, that's what I'll do.
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