The Rules:
1. Please DO NOT guess in the comment section! E-mail me (see my profile page for my e-mail address).
2. Please do not look up the answer...I really send a prize, so be honest and fair.
3. Previous winners may still play.
4. Be the FIRST to e-mail me with the correct song title & artist and win.
Good Luck!
This month's lyric is:
We both got fired on exactly the same day
Monday, December 19, 2005
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
That's Mrs. Dibbleblotts to You
I'm just sayin' that on Friday, my 27th birthday, what began here and here went to a whole new level. Aaaahhhhhh (to be sung like heavenly choir).
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
A Few Kooks
My birthday cards from my grandmother and mom, respectively.
My mom's tradition is to get a card with people or animals she can label as us. It just cracks me that she circled her stomach, too.
I met another kooky lady last week. I was at a luncheon for work where I was seated at the senior citizen table. A woman wearing an orange sweater, an orange jacket and a large orange crocheted hat approached me and said, "I wanted to give you a copy of the Constitution. Actually, it's a citizen's handbook. There is an error at the bottom of page 15. Would you please turn there?" So I did. But then instead of telling me what the mistake was, she asked me to find it. Luckily I happened to know that Patrick Henry's "Give me liberty or give me death" speech was in a church in Richmond and not in the House of Burgesses in Williamsburg.
Edith then went back to her side of the table where she said something I couldn't hear to her husband. He then said, "If you tell me to bring a teabag when I'm in the shower, I won't hear you." She then asked him, "If you didn't hear me, why are you looking in your pockets??" He just shook his head and said he didn't know. Edith then picked up her trunklike purse and started removing the contents and putting them on the table as we all ate and watched. After she had made a large pile which included a really big, gold belt and 3 pairs of eyeglasses, she declared, "Well, no teabags in here!"
And I talked to some real kooks last night who were camping out in the rain at Target for the new XBox today. And I thought I was crazy.
My mom's tradition is to get a card with people or animals she can label as us. It just cracks me that she circled her stomach, too.
I met another kooky lady last week. I was at a luncheon for work where I was seated at the senior citizen table. A woman wearing an orange sweater, an orange jacket and a large orange crocheted hat approached me and said, "I wanted to give you a copy of the Constitution. Actually, it's a citizen's handbook. There is an error at the bottom of page 15. Would you please turn there?" So I did. But then instead of telling me what the mistake was, she asked me to find it. Luckily I happened to know that Patrick Henry's "Give me liberty or give me death" speech was in a church in Richmond and not in the House of Burgesses in Williamsburg.
Edith then went back to her side of the table where she said something I couldn't hear to her husband. He then said, "If you tell me to bring a teabag when I'm in the shower, I won't hear you." She then asked him, "If you didn't hear me, why are you looking in your pockets??" He just shook his head and said he didn't know. Edith then picked up her trunklike purse and started removing the contents and putting them on the table as we all ate and watched. After she had made a large pile which included a really big, gold belt and 3 pairs of eyeglasses, she declared, "Well, no teabags in here!"
And I talked to some real kooks last night who were camping out in the rain at Target for the new XBox today. And I thought I was crazy.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Just Pretend I'm a Celebrity
Then maybe you will be fascinated by what I would listen to.
After my eyes glazed over from reading so many different celebrities' playlists on iTunes, I decided to make my own. Now this isn't a "these are my all time favorite songs" playlist--far from it. That would be an impossible task. But here's what I would put on my playlist for today:
I Drove All Night – Cyndi Lauper
Thing Called Love – Bonnie Raitt
Green Eyes – Coldplay
Up All Night – Counting Crows
Good Morning Little Schoolgirl – Jonny Lang
I Just Wanted to See You So Bad – Lucinda Williams
How Can You Mend a Broken Heart? – Al Green
The Bitch is Back – Elton John
You Keep Me Hangin’ On – The Supremes
Heartbreaker – Dionne Warwick
Gypsy – Fleetwood Mac
Crazy Love – Van Morrison
Eleanor – Low Millions
Bang and Blame – R.E.M.
The Chemicals Between Us – Bush
The Loop – Morrissey
I’m So Happy I Can’t Stop Crying – Sting
After my eyes glazed over from reading so many different celebrities' playlists on iTunes, I decided to make my own. Now this isn't a "these are my all time favorite songs" playlist--far from it. That would be an impossible task. But here's what I would put on my playlist for today:
I Drove All Night – Cyndi Lauper
Thing Called Love – Bonnie Raitt
Green Eyes – Coldplay
Up All Night – Counting Crows
Good Morning Little Schoolgirl – Jonny Lang
I Just Wanted to See You So Bad – Lucinda Williams
How Can You Mend a Broken Heart? – Al Green
The Bitch is Back – Elton John
You Keep Me Hangin’ On – The Supremes
Heartbreaker – Dionne Warwick
Gypsy – Fleetwood Mac
Crazy Love – Van Morrison
Eleanor – Low Millions
Bang and Blame – R.E.M.
The Chemicals Between Us – Bush
The Loop – Morrissey
I’m So Happy I Can’t Stop Crying – Sting
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Name That Song
The Rules:
1. Please DO NOT guess in the comment section! E-mail me (see my profile page for my e-mail address).
2. Please do not look up the answer...I really send a prize, so be honest and fair.
3. Previous winners may still play.
4. Be the FIRST to e-mail me with the correct song title & artist and win.
Good Luck!
This month's lyric is:
To have you with me, I would swim the seven seas.
1. Please DO NOT guess in the comment section! E-mail me (see my profile page for my e-mail address).
2. Please do not look up the answer...I really send a prize, so be honest and fair.
3. Previous winners may still play.
4. Be the FIRST to e-mail me with the correct song title & artist and win.
Good Luck!
This month's lyric is:
To have you with me, I would swim the seven seas.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Who Are You Most Compatible With?
Check out this link to see your biorhythm charts. The best part is testing your compatibility with others, including celebrities. I'm glad I found out about this site because I might never have known I am 97% intellectually compatible with Ice-T.
And who knew that you could tell so much just from your birthday? I mean besides Dave the nutritionist whose prognosis and treatment of me was based solely on the time of my birth and birthday.
Speaking of birthdays, I got a birthday card from my grandmother last week. I thought it was a little odd that it was a card for a little girl with a cartoon mermaid on the front. And a mermaid with long blonde locks, no less! I knew it must be some sort of message to me about my hair which she is always talking about--how I need to keep it long or grow it out because it is my "crowning glory." But then as I started to read the poem inside I came across the line "and the mermaid wishes her special granddaughter a very happy birthday." I see I had misjudged. SHE is the mermaid, not me.
Anyway, a few days later when I thanked her, she asked if I liked the card and told me how she knew it was just the card for me when she saw it. And after all the talk about how much she loved the card, she said, "You know, if you haven't thrown it away yet, would you mind sending it back to me?" So even though my birthday is still 9 days away, I have already received and returned her birthday card. But she just might want to do a painting of her mermaid self. Who knows? She IS an artist.
And who knew that you could tell so much just from your birthday? I mean besides Dave the nutritionist whose prognosis and treatment of me was based solely on the time of my birth and birthday.
Speaking of birthdays, I got a birthday card from my grandmother last week. I thought it was a little odd that it was a card for a little girl with a cartoon mermaid on the front. And a mermaid with long blonde locks, no less! I knew it must be some sort of message to me about my hair which she is always talking about--how I need to keep it long or grow it out because it is my "crowning glory." But then as I started to read the poem inside I came across the line "and the mermaid wishes her special granddaughter a very happy birthday." I see I had misjudged. SHE is the mermaid, not me.
Anyway, a few days later when I thanked her, she asked if I liked the card and told me how she knew it was just the card for me when she saw it. And after all the talk about how much she loved the card, she said, "You know, if you haven't thrown it away yet, would you mind sending it back to me?" So even though my birthday is still 9 days away, I have already received and returned her birthday card. But she just might want to do a painting of her mermaid self. Who knows? She IS an artist.
Monday, November 14, 2005
Top 10 Reasons You Could Call Me a Chic Sophisticate
10. Recently I ate half of a stale donut that I had dropped, frosting-side down, on the floor of my office, all the while telling my co-workers I had thrown it away.
And that was only a few days after I:
9. Ate 2 brownies I had dropped on the street.
8. Once when I was a teenager and out to dinner with my family, the waiter brought a carafe of coke for our refills, which I thought I was supposed to drink out of.
7. Before I had a car, I spent a significant amount of time online researching where I could get some metro-accessible fried chicken.
7a. I have eaten chicken livers from KFC.
6. My work wardrobe frequently consists of items such as:
5. Roxy asked if I remembered our "Gross Oreo Day"--we didn't shower and laid on the couches all day eating oreos. Of course I do. And actually, that's not the only time I have done that.
4. After cutting my own hair for over a year, I recently returned to the salon world. And to a really nice salon where I had to fill out a questionnaire as a new client. Although tempted to lie on it, I was honest and put down that the hair care products I use are made for livestock.
3. Once I dropped my toothbrush in the toilet and used it anyway. Just kidding, I'm not THAT sophisticated.
2. Carly's son Holden mistook a blonde bikini-clad model on top of a jeep for me.
1. I have been ridiculed (and challenged to a bra-putting-on-speed contest) because apparently I don't put on my bra like a real woman.
And that was only a few days after I:
9. Ate 2 brownies I had dropped on the street.
8. Once when I was a teenager and out to dinner with my family, the waiter brought a carafe of coke for our refills, which I thought I was supposed to drink out of.
7. Before I had a car, I spent a significant amount of time online researching where I could get some metro-accessible fried chicken.
7a. I have eaten chicken livers from KFC.
6. My work wardrobe frequently consists of items such as:
5. Roxy asked if I remembered our "Gross Oreo Day"--we didn't shower and laid on the couches all day eating oreos. Of course I do. And actually, that's not the only time I have done that.
4. After cutting my own hair for over a year, I recently returned to the salon world. And to a really nice salon where I had to fill out a questionnaire as a new client. Although tempted to lie on it, I was honest and put down that the hair care products I use are made for livestock.
3. Once I dropped my toothbrush in the toilet and used it anyway. Just kidding, I'm not THAT sophisticated.
2. Carly's son Holden mistook a blonde bikini-clad model on top of a jeep for me.
1. I have been ridiculed (and challenged to a bra-putting-on-speed contest) because apparently I don't put on my bra like a real woman.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
TVLand
From October 27th through November 6th, we had houseguests who were sick. So I wasn't really surprised when 2 days ago I started getting a sore throat. Around lunchtime when I started going downhill and feeling feverish, I headed home. After I had been on the couch for 30 minutes, my roommate walked in. She was sick, too. We took our places on our couches and turned on the TV. There really isn't a lot on TV these days and I figure when you are sick and on the couch for 1.5 days, you are willing to watch about anything...Sort of like how it is exciting to watch any video in school because it's not class. Case in point: Stand and Deliver.
Here's a list of what I have been doing for the last day and a half while at home:
Tuesday:
1:00pm: In America
3:00-5:00pm: nap
5:00pm: While You Were Out
6:00pm: Martha
7:30pm: Jeopardy!
8:00pm: Gilmore Girls
9:00pm: Commander-in-Chief
10:00pm: Whose Wedding is it Anyway? (where we watched an entire episode of planning a wedding that we never got to see because they called it off...why did they air this episode?)
11:00pm: Will and Grace
11:30pm: flipped between 2 episodes of Will and Grace on different channels
12:00pm: Will and Grace
12:30pm: Will and Grace
Wednesday (after being woken up by a call from the office at 12:15pm):
1:30pm: Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
3:30pm: What Dreams May Come
5:45pm: nap
6:45pm: last 15 mins of Martha
7:00pm: Friends
7:30pm: Jeopardy!
8:00pm: Silence of the Lambs
Carly loves Martha because she is a go-getter. I hate her because she is rude. At least we love/hate her for different reasons. Here's what I got out of my Martha sick time:
After waiting 45 minutes to learn Martha's secret to making perfect rice that doesn't break or stick together...she told us to put the rice in a rice cooker and add water. Or if you just have to use the old fashioned way, then bring water to a boil, add rice & salt, cover. Thanks for the big secret, Martha.
Martha was rude to Joan Cusack and wouldn't let her talk. She talked over all her comments and told Joan that she obviously wasn't getting her kids involved in her cooking properly. She also made comments to her like, "Kids LOVE it when the chicken is a nice color like this" and "Just make sure your kid who is a picky eater is only allowed to eat squid in Sicily. He will LOVE it." What?
And Martha's advice to her studio audience:
When asked by a man who was about to purchase a horse whether she recommended a mare, a stallion or a gelding: "A mare or a stallion or a gelding would be great."
When asked what to do about cookies that kept burning on the bottom: "Turn the oven down."
When asked how to press fall leaves without them getting brittle: "Put them in a book."
She also laughed when a man said his kitchen had burned down. She simply explained that she laughs during tragedy...when her daughter broke her arm, she laughed. When someone else broke his leg, she laughed. she can't help it!
At least it was worth the fever to be able to catch up on all this useful information from Martha!
Here's a list of what I have been doing for the last day and a half while at home:
Tuesday:
1:00pm: In America
3:00-5:00pm: nap
5:00pm: While You Were Out
6:00pm: Martha
7:30pm: Jeopardy!
8:00pm: Gilmore Girls
9:00pm: Commander-in-Chief
10:00pm: Whose Wedding is it Anyway? (where we watched an entire episode of planning a wedding that we never got to see because they called it off...why did they air this episode?)
11:00pm: Will and Grace
11:30pm: flipped between 2 episodes of Will and Grace on different channels
12:00pm: Will and Grace
12:30pm: Will and Grace
Wednesday (after being woken up by a call from the office at 12:15pm):
1:30pm: Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
3:30pm: What Dreams May Come
5:45pm: nap
6:45pm: last 15 mins of Martha
7:00pm: Friends
7:30pm: Jeopardy!
8:00pm: Silence of the Lambs
Carly loves Martha because she is a go-getter. I hate her because she is rude. At least we love/hate her for different reasons. Here's what I got out of my Martha sick time:
After waiting 45 minutes to learn Martha's secret to making perfect rice that doesn't break or stick together...she told us to put the rice in a rice cooker and add water. Or if you just have to use the old fashioned way, then bring water to a boil, add rice & salt, cover. Thanks for the big secret, Martha.
Martha was rude to Joan Cusack and wouldn't let her talk. She talked over all her comments and told Joan that she obviously wasn't getting her kids involved in her cooking properly. She also made comments to her like, "Kids LOVE it when the chicken is a nice color like this" and "Just make sure your kid who is a picky eater is only allowed to eat squid in Sicily. He will LOVE it." What?
And Martha's advice to her studio audience:
When asked by a man who was about to purchase a horse whether she recommended a mare, a stallion or a gelding: "A mare or a stallion or a gelding would be great."
When asked what to do about cookies that kept burning on the bottom: "Turn the oven down."
When asked how to press fall leaves without them getting brittle: "Put them in a book."
She also laughed when a man said his kitchen had burned down. She simply explained that she laughs during tragedy...when her daughter broke her arm, she laughed. When someone else broke his leg, she laughed. she can't help it!
At least it was worth the fever to be able to catch up on all this useful information from Martha!
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
I'll Have to Say I Love You In a Song
I listen to music a lot and pretty much every song I know conjures up some sort of memory. Whether it's a person, an event, a movie, a certain time in my life or even just a previous time I heard that song, something comes to mind. In fact, there are some songs I like for purely sentimental reasons. Here are some songs that remind me of you.
K.D. Lang, Shadowland: Not only is this album GREAT, it also reminds me of the countless times I listened to it in the car or at the pool with my family. I still remember which songs were everyone's favorites. (Skewedview's: "Tears Don't Care Who Cries Them," Charlotte's: "I Wish I Didn't Love You So," Justine's: "Sugar Moon," and mine: "Too Busy Being Blue.") Also I used to dance every night when I lived with Carly to "Don't Let the Stars Get in Your Eyes" from this album.
Linda Rondstadt, Cry Like a Rainstorm: There is no way I would own or love this CD like I do without Skewedview's influence.
"The Edge of Seventeen" by Stevie Nicks: Chuckie
Sarah McLachlan and "Cherish" by Madonna: Cathy.
"The Macarena": This reminds me of my family high school graduation party and especially Patty doing the macarena in the driveway.
Mariah Carey's remake of "I'll Be There," Kelly Clarkson: Terri
"Hello, Goodbye" by the Beatles: Christmas shopping with the girls in the family and all singing our different parts in British accents.
"Stacy's Mom" by Fountains of Wayne: Wayne
All other Fountains of Wayne, Lucinda Williams, HEM, "The Promise" by When in Rome and Bruce Springsteen: Neil
"Brass in Pocket" by the Pretenders, U2, Bob Dylan, Garbage, Andrea Boccelli and NEK: Carly.
"Breakdown" by Tom Petty: Carly, Neil.
All R.E.M.: Kacy.
Belinda Carlisle, Steve Winwood, Van Morrison, and all Motown: my mom.
Perry Como: my grandpa.
Tina Turner, Lionel Ritchie: Schatze.
Bon Jovi, Joe: Camelio Estevez.
"Good Night, Elizabeth" by the Counting Crows and "9 to 5" by Dolly: Roxy. We listened to "9 to 5" on repeat until we knew all the words just before we had a pineapple explosion. zing!
John Mayer: Lizer
"3 A.M." by Matchbox 20 and "How Will I Know?" by Whitney Houston: my cousin Lee because a. he sort of looks like Rob Thomas and b. I used to force him to make up routines when we were little and Lee was the "he" in "How will I know if he really loves me?"
Deana Carter, Did I Shave My Legs for This?: my Freshmen roommates. We even wrote Deana some fanmail about this CD.
Any Britney Spears, "Stuck on You" by Lionel Ritchie. "Gone" and "Up Against the Wall" by 'NSync: Carrie. Disco ball. Disco ball. Disco ball.
Well, I'm sure there are more that will come to me later, but right now I think I'll settle into my workday with a little "Sister Golden Hair"-- which I will dedicate to myself.
K.D. Lang, Shadowland: Not only is this album GREAT, it also reminds me of the countless times I listened to it in the car or at the pool with my family. I still remember which songs were everyone's favorites. (Skewedview's: "Tears Don't Care Who Cries Them," Charlotte's: "I Wish I Didn't Love You So," Justine's: "Sugar Moon," and mine: "Too Busy Being Blue.") Also I used to dance every night when I lived with Carly to "Don't Let the Stars Get in Your Eyes" from this album.
Linda Rondstadt, Cry Like a Rainstorm: There is no way I would own or love this CD like I do without Skewedview's influence.
"The Edge of Seventeen" by Stevie Nicks: Chuckie
Sarah McLachlan and "Cherish" by Madonna: Cathy.
"The Macarena": This reminds me of my family high school graduation party and especially Patty doing the macarena in the driveway.
Mariah Carey's remake of "I'll Be There," Kelly Clarkson: Terri
"Hello, Goodbye" by the Beatles: Christmas shopping with the girls in the family and all singing our different parts in British accents.
"Stacy's Mom" by Fountains of Wayne: Wayne
All other Fountains of Wayne, Lucinda Williams, HEM, "The Promise" by When in Rome and Bruce Springsteen: Neil
"Brass in Pocket" by the Pretenders, U2, Bob Dylan, Garbage, Andrea Boccelli and NEK: Carly.
"Breakdown" by Tom Petty: Carly, Neil.
All R.E.M.: Kacy.
Belinda Carlisle, Steve Winwood, Van Morrison, and all Motown: my mom.
Perry Como: my grandpa.
Tina Turner, Lionel Ritchie: Schatze.
Bon Jovi, Joe: Camelio Estevez.
"Good Night, Elizabeth" by the Counting Crows and "9 to 5" by Dolly: Roxy. We listened to "9 to 5" on repeat until we knew all the words just before we had a pineapple explosion. zing!
John Mayer: Lizer
"3 A.M." by Matchbox 20 and "How Will I Know?" by Whitney Houston: my cousin Lee because a. he sort of looks like Rob Thomas and b. I used to force him to make up routines when we were little and Lee was the "he" in "How will I know if he really loves me?"
Deana Carter, Did I Shave My Legs for This?: my Freshmen roommates. We even wrote Deana some fanmail about this CD.
Any Britney Spears, "Stuck on You" by Lionel Ritchie. "Gone" and "Up Against the Wall" by 'NSync: Carrie. Disco ball. Disco ball. Disco ball.
Well, I'm sure there are more that will come to me later, but right now I think I'll settle into my workday with a little "Sister Golden Hair"-- which I will dedicate to myself.
Monday, October 31, 2005
Trick or Treat
Right now I'm shakin' my booty to KC and the Sunshine Band's "Shake Your Booty" while wearing this shirt. It's sort of like in The Hours when Virginia Woolf is writing Mrs. Dalloway, Laura is reading it and Clarissa is living it. Only I won't feel like I want to kill myself after I'm done.
So, Happy Halloween! I haven't really felt like it's Halloween yet because I have done nothing to make me think otherwise. Wearing my Halloween t-shirt I bought at Target last year has been the extent of it. I didn't carve a pumpkin. I didn't put spiderwebs on the front porch. I didn't put out my Halloween tablecloth or Frankenstein candleabra. I didn't go to the ward Halloween party where, last year, I bobbed for apples in a giant rubbermaid bin then walked around the rest of the night looking like a wet dog. I didn't drive for over an hour to the regional church barn dance which is always advertised as having a hayride but never does. I did see The Legend of Zorro which could qualify as scary. So maybe that counts.
Despite my less than festive weekend I did have a good time, with the exception of the time I spent crying over a box of chicken in the Popeye's parking lot. But we all have our moments, right?
I saw Elizabethtown and it was different, but I liked it. Actually, maybe I was just in a euphoric state from the popcorn I was eating. Now I am nowhere near the movie popcorn connossieur that Carly, who has gone into a theater, explained to the ticket taker that she is just there to get some popcorn, bought some and then left without ever seeing a movie, is. But I did finally live out our mutual dream since our discovery of the self service butter dispensers and that is: I took a separate bag so I could dump my popcorn into it, then pour it back into the real popcorn bag a little at a time while dispensing the butter allowing equal delicious distribution throughout. Sure I made a mess, but I have some ideas for how to do it better next time. And sure I got laughed at, but I think those peeps were just jealous of my ingenuity and yummy buttery popcorn.
What I will say about Elizabethtown is 1) it was odd but pleasing, 2) I really don't know what all the Orlando hype is about, and 3) it had great music including "Big Love" by Fleetwood Mac, which is one of my favorites and is, I think, far too unappreciated.
So after this weekend, my advice for you would be:
1. The Legend of Zorro: don't see it.
2. Elizabethtown: see it or don't. I don't really care. I liked it but can appreciate the fact that a lot of people probably wouldn't.
3. If sugar starts to smell like it's burning, even though it's not boiling and the recipe says wait until it boils, just go ahead and start over and don't keep adding ingredients you will eventually have to throw out.
4. If you need a snack during church, don't bring a whole green apple to chomp on.
5. Personal journals with juicy info: Don't bring them to stake conference, sit on the row in front of me, then place them on the empty chair directly in front of me where I might accidentally read something you don't want shared.
So, Happy Halloween! I haven't really felt like it's Halloween yet because I have done nothing to make me think otherwise. Wearing my Halloween t-shirt I bought at Target last year has been the extent of it. I didn't carve a pumpkin. I didn't put spiderwebs on the front porch. I didn't put out my Halloween tablecloth or Frankenstein candleabra. I didn't go to the ward Halloween party where, last year, I bobbed for apples in a giant rubbermaid bin then walked around the rest of the night looking like a wet dog. I didn't drive for over an hour to the regional church barn dance which is always advertised as having a hayride but never does. I did see The Legend of Zorro which could qualify as scary. So maybe that counts.
Despite my less than festive weekend I did have a good time, with the exception of the time I spent crying over a box of chicken in the Popeye's parking lot. But we all have our moments, right?
I saw Elizabethtown and it was different, but I liked it. Actually, maybe I was just in a euphoric state from the popcorn I was eating. Now I am nowhere near the movie popcorn connossieur that Carly, who has gone into a theater, explained to the ticket taker that she is just there to get some popcorn, bought some and then left without ever seeing a movie, is. But I did finally live out our mutual dream since our discovery of the self service butter dispensers and that is: I took a separate bag so I could dump my popcorn into it, then pour it back into the real popcorn bag a little at a time while dispensing the butter allowing equal delicious distribution throughout. Sure I made a mess, but I have some ideas for how to do it better next time. And sure I got laughed at, but I think those peeps were just jealous of my ingenuity and yummy buttery popcorn.
What I will say about Elizabethtown is 1) it was odd but pleasing, 2) I really don't know what all the Orlando hype is about, and 3) it had great music including "Big Love" by Fleetwood Mac, which is one of my favorites and is, I think, far too unappreciated.
So after this weekend, my advice for you would be:
1. The Legend of Zorro: don't see it.
2. Elizabethtown: see it or don't. I don't really care. I liked it but can appreciate the fact that a lot of people probably wouldn't.
3. If sugar starts to smell like it's burning, even though it's not boiling and the recipe says wait until it boils, just go ahead and start over and don't keep adding ingredients you will eventually have to throw out.
4. If you need a snack during church, don't bring a whole green apple to chomp on.
5. Personal journals with juicy info: Don't bring them to stake conference, sit on the row in front of me, then place them on the empty chair directly in front of me where I might accidentally read something you don't want shared.
Monday, October 24, 2005
What You Want, Baby, I Got
In case you hadn't figured it out yet, I'm really cool. Peeps are always giving me props and shout-outs and respect and raisin' the roof and all that kind of stuff you do for cool peeps.
I hope you, too, will join the ranks of these folks who totally respect me:
The North Carolina Girls: Friday night I went to Katie Blue's for a little Cranium. This is how much my team respected me: they gave an answer that I MADE UP to a question about the name of a game. Both wanted to go with it even after I reminded them, "I made up that game. You do know that, right?" And this was not 5 minutes after we incorrectly answered a True/False question that I had adamantly convinced everyone I knew without a doubt.
Mike: Because I thought it was going to be Carly when he called me from her cell phone at the hospital and I answered the phone with a loud, pretty song: "How Ya Doooooiiiinnn'?"
My boss and everyone he had meetings with today: They each paused to stop and stare at my pink moccassins.
All the people in the Discovery Channel Store who saw me reading "Are You Smarter Than You Think You Are?"
Anyone at church yesterday who saw me: A) sleeping during Sacrament meeting B) Laughing with my eyes open during the closing prayer or C) Knocking down people to get to the refreshment table after the show and then stopping to scratch the bronze-painted-pumpkin vases to see if they were real.
5 boyz from the hood at the mall on Saturday: I think they must have respected me after they heard me respond with "Hey, Ho" to my mom's usual "Hey Tramp" greeting on the phone. Immediately after I said this to her, they came and sat at my table with me. One man on each side and 3 across from me. I ate the rest of my pizza in silence...I mean, let's face it, I couldn't really get up and move, now could I?
I hope you, too, will join the ranks of these folks who totally respect me:
The North Carolina Girls: Friday night I went to Katie Blue's for a little Cranium. This is how much my team respected me: they gave an answer that I MADE UP to a question about the name of a game. Both wanted to go with it even after I reminded them, "I made up that game. You do know that, right?" And this was not 5 minutes after we incorrectly answered a True/False question that I had adamantly convinced everyone I knew without a doubt.
Mike: Because I thought it was going to be Carly when he called me from her cell phone at the hospital and I answered the phone with a loud, pretty song: "How Ya Doooooiiiinnn'?"
My boss and everyone he had meetings with today: They each paused to stop and stare at my pink moccassins.
All the people in the Discovery Channel Store who saw me reading "Are You Smarter Than You Think You Are?"
Anyone at church yesterday who saw me: A) sleeping during Sacrament meeting B) Laughing with my eyes open during the closing prayer or C) Knocking down people to get to the refreshment table after the show and then stopping to scratch the bronze-painted-pumpkin vases to see if they were real.
5 boyz from the hood at the mall on Saturday: I think they must have respected me after they heard me respond with "Hey, Ho" to my mom's usual "Hey Tramp" greeting on the phone. Immediately after I said this to her, they came and sat at my table with me. One man on each side and 3 across from me. I ate the rest of my pizza in silence...I mean, let's face it, I couldn't really get up and move, now could I?
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Blogger Dad
Happy Birthday, Pops!
And though your view may be skewed,
here are 10 reasons you're one awesome dude:
10. you have a supercrack.
9. you were caught dancing in your undies while painting your bedroom this summer (pre-supercrack).
8. you painted the game room like a baseball field including one wall partially papered with baseball cards.
7. you have watched Independence Day and Armageddon more times than everyone else who has ever seen them combined.
6. you make a mean sausage gravy.
5. you are a great artist.
4. you painted your kitchen purple.
3. your main dream is to lounge in the pool while projecting movies onto the back of the house to watch (this is my main dream, too).
2. you must be stopped from putting controversial "hatin'" boxes in you blog sidebar.
1. you are the best dad evah.
And though your view may be skewed,
here are 10 reasons you're one awesome dude:
10. you have a supercrack.
9. you were caught dancing in your undies while painting your bedroom this summer (pre-supercrack).
8. you painted the game room like a baseball field including one wall partially papered with baseball cards.
7. you have watched Independence Day and Armageddon more times than everyone else who has ever seen them combined.
6. you make a mean sausage gravy.
5. you are a great artist.
4. you painted your kitchen purple.
3. your main dream is to lounge in the pool while projecting movies onto the back of the house to watch (this is my main dream, too).
2. you must be stopped from putting controversial "hatin'" boxes in you blog sidebar.
1. you are the best dad evah.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
On My Blogiversary
Ode to My Blog
I'll love you 'til the end.
You taught me of obsession
and how to make a friend:
Just roam from blog to blog
and be a comment whore,
And soon there will be blog friends
knocking down your door.
Dear blog, I can't repay you
for all you've given me.
Please accept these simple words
from this girl from Tennessee.
You gave me a date with a stranger.
It didn't go too far,
But at least I got to ride
in Heidi's former car.
And then you gave me music
in the form of mp3s
from new blog friends and relatives
and one of Kelly Clarkson's new cds.
You brought out my obsession
with a thing called blogpatrol.
I had to stop my tracking spreadsheet
because I was getting out of control.
Recording IP addresses,
tallying times and cities and states...
This became unhealthy,
constantly checking for new updates.
You fired up former friendships
And brought me closer to Clete,
who turned me on to blogging
in her blog group of the elite.
There are so many names I could mention
of those for whom friendship I now feel,
but I'll just mention the best thing I got from you,
and that is definitely Neil.
So on my blogiversary
of my first year with you,
"How Am I Doin'?", you've given me so much,
I just hope you love me, too.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Name That Song
The Rules:
1. Please DO NOT guess in the comment section! E-mail me (see my profile page for my e-mail address).
2. Please do not look up the answer...I really send a prize, so be honest and fair.
3. Previous winners may still play.
4. Be the FIRST to e-mail me with the correct song title & artist and win.
Good Luck!
This month's lyric is:
"I came into this world as a reject
Look into these eyes
Then you'll see the size of the flames"
1. Please DO NOT guess in the comment section! E-mail me (see my profile page for my e-mail address).
2. Please do not look up the answer...I really send a prize, so be honest and fair.
3. Previous winners may still play.
4. Be the FIRST to e-mail me with the correct song title & artist and win.
Good Luck!
This month's lyric is:
"I came into this world as a reject
Look into these eyes
Then you'll see the size of the flames"
Monday, October 10, 2005
Clean Sweep
I had a traumatic Saturday. While doing my summer clothes/winter clothes closet switchout, I had my bi-annual "I'm a materialistic sinner" feelings. This time I decided that I needed to rid of some things (which Carly has really been pushing me to do for awhile).
Normally I like to get things weeded out and trimmed down, but with my clothes it is a different story. I feel like I need a lot of options and what if, for example, I were to buy a skirt later and I'd already gotten rid of a shirt that would have gone perfectly with it, just because I didn't have anything to go with it at the time?? These hypothetical outfits rule my emotions when it comes to getting rid of my clothes. Anyway, I was all worked up and having a hard time, but still making some serious headway through the Rubbermaid bins piled high in my room. I started a Goodwill pile and an Undecided pile. If I hadn't worn something in a long time, I tried it on. This proved to be even more upsetting...all the trying on and staring at yourself all day in the mirror.
Ultimately, the deciding factor became: tears welling up in my eyes while trying on an item = Goodwill pile.
At least 6 hours into this process of moving bins from the basement to the second floor, going through all of them, folding, hanging, trying on, crying, re-organizing closet, etc...I was proud of myself for moving the entire "Undecided" pile into the Goodwill pile with the exception of one pair of shoes I decided to keep (but I did buy them in London, even if they do look like grandma shoes).
I'm sure you will be truly amazed, and warranted in your judgment of me, when I tell you that my closet is still busting at the seams even after donating the following EIGHTY-ONE ITEMS to Goodwill:
1 apron
1 hat
1 dress
1 fleece pullover
1 dress coat
1 leather jacket
1 pair of shorts
1 pair of Grandma pajamas
2 skirts
3 pairs of jeans
3 fleece vests
5 sweaters
7 pairs of capris
8 pairs of slacks
8 pairs of shoes
37 shirts/blouses.
I hoped that after a good night's rest, the whole thing would pass and I would feel great that I had gotten rid of so much stuff. And I did!
And I hoped that Sunday being Fast Sunday would help me to feel a little thinner and better about myself after the disturbing hours of trying on clothes and staring at myself in the mirror on Saturday. And it did!
Well, at least until I didn't care about how I looked anymore when I was totally humiliated in Sunday School. It was 5:00p.m. (yes, I have church from 3-6) and my stomach growled SO LOUDLY that everyone within a 3 person/row radius turned around to look at me. People were laughing. Shoulders were shaking. But the worst was when a stranger across the aisle and a few rows forward turned back to look at me while tapping his ear and mouthed the words, "I heard that. WOW!"
Normally I like to get things weeded out and trimmed down, but with my clothes it is a different story. I feel like I need a lot of options and what if, for example, I were to buy a skirt later and I'd already gotten rid of a shirt that would have gone perfectly with it, just because I didn't have anything to go with it at the time?? These hypothetical outfits rule my emotions when it comes to getting rid of my clothes. Anyway, I was all worked up and having a hard time, but still making some serious headway through the Rubbermaid bins piled high in my room. I started a Goodwill pile and an Undecided pile. If I hadn't worn something in a long time, I tried it on. This proved to be even more upsetting...all the trying on and staring at yourself all day in the mirror.
Ultimately, the deciding factor became: tears welling up in my eyes while trying on an item = Goodwill pile.
At least 6 hours into this process of moving bins from the basement to the second floor, going through all of them, folding, hanging, trying on, crying, re-organizing closet, etc...I was proud of myself for moving the entire "Undecided" pile into the Goodwill pile with the exception of one pair of shoes I decided to keep (but I did buy them in London, even if they do look like grandma shoes).
I'm sure you will be truly amazed, and warranted in your judgment of me, when I tell you that my closet is still busting at the seams even after donating the following EIGHTY-ONE ITEMS to Goodwill:
1 apron
1 hat
1 dress
1 fleece pullover
1 dress coat
1 leather jacket
1 pair of shorts
1 pair of Grandma pajamas
2 skirts
3 pairs of jeans
3 fleece vests
5 sweaters
7 pairs of capris
8 pairs of slacks
8 pairs of shoes
37 shirts/blouses.
I hoped that after a good night's rest, the whole thing would pass and I would feel great that I had gotten rid of so much stuff. And I did!
And I hoped that Sunday being Fast Sunday would help me to feel a little thinner and better about myself after the disturbing hours of trying on clothes and staring at myself in the mirror on Saturday. And it did!
Well, at least until I didn't care about how I looked anymore when I was totally humiliated in Sunday School. It was 5:00p.m. (yes, I have church from 3-6) and my stomach growled SO LOUDLY that everyone within a 3 person/row radius turned around to look at me. People were laughing. Shoulders were shaking. But the worst was when a stranger across the aisle and a few rows forward turned back to look at me while tapping his ear and mouthed the words, "I heard that. WOW!"
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Shining, Gleaming, Streaming, Flaxen, Waxen
Roses are red
I love my new hairdo.
At my stylist's hair station,
Open beer bottles: 2
Roses are red
My grandma will flip
She only likes long hair
even though my new style is hip.
Roses are red
Need a saltine for your wine?
Check out this new blog
by a good boss of mine.
I love my new hairdo.
At my stylist's hair station,
Open beer bottles: 2
Roses are red
My grandma will flip
She only likes long hair
even though my new style is hip.
Roses are red
Need a saltine for your wine?
Check out this new blog
by a good boss of mine.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Technology is Going to Make Me Fat
At 8 o'clock yesterday morning on instant message, Carly said of Ben & Jerry's Peanut Butter Cup Ice Cream, "I think this is the best ice cream I have ever had in my life." So I bought some on my lunch break even though (1) she said the same thing about Chunky Monkey the day before, (2) they were giving away free ice cream in our lobby during lunch and (3) I have consumed 14 brownies in the last 48 hours.
The other day as I was walking to the mailbox across the street, I overheard a conversation between 2 strangers. One woman said to the other, "I thought he would have at least said 'thank you' for the cookies." Suddenly I was so excited and thought "mmmmmmm....Cookies!" I walked straight past the mailbox and on down the street to the grocery store where I ended up buying chocolate donuts instead because I had just read about them on Kacy's blog.
Plant a seed in my mind and I can't resist! There's no telling how many times I have eaten something for lunch just because Neil mentioned it in passing in an instant message conversation and the thought/desire for it started brewing around in my head.
I'm going to try to work off all these calories playing basketball tonight. I haven't played in months because the only people who are going to the pick-up games now are the really good, competitive girls who played basketball in college. It is a lot of pressure. But Tuesday night, when confronted by the Stake Women's Athletic Director about where I've been, I found the following words flying out of my mouth with unbelievable conviction: "I'll be there this Thursday. I'm committing right here and now that I will be there." I don't know what I was thinking, obviously not about the punishment that will be mine tonight.
At least tonight is the start of the first of two 4-day weekends in a row I have coming up, even if it does have to start with a basketball game that I will probably be feeling for the remainder of that time. I'm off Monday for Columbus Day which hasn't always been the case. The first three years I worked here, we were not off but last year we had a trial run and I didn't have to work, but was on call. That will be funny only to those of you who know all about my job. This year we have the day off. Score. (Camelio, if you were here, we could go to the Native American Museum without worry of interruption. And I'm almost done with your homework. I'll be faxing it soon.)
Do you really think I should be doing Camelio's math homework while dating a professor? It doesn't seem right. I guess I've got some food for thought. mmmmmmmm....FOOD!
The other day as I was walking to the mailbox across the street, I overheard a conversation between 2 strangers. One woman said to the other, "I thought he would have at least said 'thank you' for the cookies." Suddenly I was so excited and thought "mmmmmmm....Cookies!" I walked straight past the mailbox and on down the street to the grocery store where I ended up buying chocolate donuts instead because I had just read about them on Kacy's blog.
Plant a seed in my mind and I can't resist! There's no telling how many times I have eaten something for lunch just because Neil mentioned it in passing in an instant message conversation and the thought/desire for it started brewing around in my head.
I'm going to try to work off all these calories playing basketball tonight. I haven't played in months because the only people who are going to the pick-up games now are the really good, competitive girls who played basketball in college. It is a lot of pressure. But Tuesday night, when confronted by the Stake Women's Athletic Director about where I've been, I found the following words flying out of my mouth with unbelievable conviction: "I'll be there this Thursday. I'm committing right here and now that I will be there." I don't know what I was thinking, obviously not about the punishment that will be mine tonight.
At least tonight is the start of the first of two 4-day weekends in a row I have coming up, even if it does have to start with a basketball game that I will probably be feeling for the remainder of that time. I'm off Monday for Columbus Day which hasn't always been the case. The first three years I worked here, we were not off but last year we had a trial run and I didn't have to work, but was on call. That will be funny only to those of you who know all about my job. This year we have the day off. Score. (Camelio, if you were here, we could go to the Native American Museum without worry of interruption. And I'm almost done with your homework. I'll be faxing it soon.)
Do you really think I should be doing Camelio's math homework while dating a professor? It doesn't seem right. I guess I've got some food for thought. mmmmmmmm....FOOD!
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
All in a Day's Work
Today I came to an upsetting realization. Despite the fact that I joke about the place I work and the ridiculous things that go on there all the time, I think I am just as crazy as everyone else. I came to this conclusion when I was thinking about the fact that when I'm alone in the elevator and the doors are about to open, I stick a key in between the two doors as if I were opening them myself.
The second piece of evidence came when I remembered that I often press a piece of Scotch tape onto the back of my left hand. I leave it there for awhile, then remove it and examine my skin pattern on the sticky side and then throw it away. I don't know why I do this and it took awhile before I even realized I was doing it that frequently.
And finally, you know how---sometimes when people are bowing after a performance and they do that flitty hand circle thing while they lower their arm?---well sometimes I do that when I answer my phone at work. And I did do that today when I took the following call from a stranger.
The stranger talked for awhile then asked if I am a lawyer or just a paralegal. When I told him I am neither, he asked, "Why? Didn't you finish school?" I told him I did indeed go to school, but not law school and, in fact, have never had a desire to be a lawyer. "What is your name then?" he asked. I told him my first name (which is of Greek origin) and he said, "Are you Latina?" I told him I am not, to which he replied, "Well, I think you should go to medical school." "OK" was all I could come up with.
After a little more chatting on his part, he gave me his address. Now, I don't really need his address and I couldn't really understand everything he said, so I knew I was in trouble when he asked me to repeat his address back to him. Luckily I had gotten everything down except the city, so I just asked, "What city did you say again?" to which he said something I, again, could not understand. "Rabbledabble?" I asked. "NO! RABBLEDABBLE!" he exclaimed. By which, I later found out, he meant Riverdale. And that was that. I think it may be time for this gentleman to seize the title of Very Good Question Asker.
The second piece of evidence came when I remembered that I often press a piece of Scotch tape onto the back of my left hand. I leave it there for awhile, then remove it and examine my skin pattern on the sticky side and then throw it away. I don't know why I do this and it took awhile before I even realized I was doing it that frequently.
And finally, you know how---sometimes when people are bowing after a performance and they do that flitty hand circle thing while they lower their arm?---well sometimes I do that when I answer my phone at work. And I did do that today when I took the following call from a stranger.
The stranger talked for awhile then asked if I am a lawyer or just a paralegal. When I told him I am neither, he asked, "Why? Didn't you finish school?" I told him I did indeed go to school, but not law school and, in fact, have never had a desire to be a lawyer. "What is your name then?" he asked. I told him my first name (which is of Greek origin) and he said, "Are you Latina?" I told him I am not, to which he replied, "Well, I think you should go to medical school." "OK" was all I could come up with.
After a little more chatting on his part, he gave me his address. Now, I don't really need his address and I couldn't really understand everything he said, so I knew I was in trouble when he asked me to repeat his address back to him. Luckily I had gotten everything down except the city, so I just asked, "What city did you say again?" to which he said something I, again, could not understand. "Rabbledabble?" I asked. "NO! RABBLEDABBLE!" he exclaimed. By which, I later found out, he meant Riverdale. And that was that. I think it may be time for this gentleman to seize the title of Very Good Question Asker.
Monday, September 26, 2005
My Top 10 Childhood Heroines (Or Sheilas Who Taught Me a Thing or Two)
When you're a nerd like me
Raised on AMC
these are the ladies
You want to grow up to be...
10. Sandra Dee
9. Natalie Wood
8. Maureen O'Hara
7. Grace Kelly
6. Betty Grable
5. Lucille Ball
4. Marilyn Monroe
3. Hayley Mills
2. Rita Hayworth
1. Esther Williams
Honorable Mentions: Lauren Bacall, Katherine Hepburn, Annette Funicello
Raised on AMC
these are the ladies
You want to grow up to be...
10. Sandra Dee
9. Natalie Wood
8. Maureen O'Hara
7. Grace Kelly
6. Betty Grable
5. Lucille Ball
4. Marilyn Monroe
3. Hayley Mills
2. Rita Hayworth
1. Esther Williams
Honorable Mentions: Lauren Bacall, Katherine Hepburn, Annette Funicello
Friday, September 23, 2005
More Numbers
# of minutes spent in conversation about Church Hymns on Wednesday: 80
# of minutes spent deciding whether "Forever Your Girl" or "Cold Hearted Snake" is better: 13
# of times did robot to violin part of "Cold Hearted Snake" while deciding: 1
# of cell phone minutes used in the last 30 days: over 3300
# of people have accosted at church activities this week to discuss my hair: 3
# of those people who were total strangers that I freaked out: 1
# of pics of Mandy Moore's hair saved to computer today: 7
# of tears shed when realized am freak annoying everyone with hair talk: 35
# of dollars fined by library for overdue book: "Clouds Without Rain: An Ohio Amish Mystery" (hmmm, that's not really ringing a bell): 3
# of phonecalls received from mother yesterday: 5
# of voicemails left yesterday by mother using disguised voice: 1
# of minutes before the end of the workday yesterday my boss called and told me "just do these things and then head out early!": 90
# of minutes after the end of the workday still at work doing what he asked: 47
# of times said "OH. MY. GOSH!" during The Apprentice last night: 19
# of dreams had about having Omaha Steaks in a chinese airport: 1
# of dreams had about meeting Brad Pitt, asking for his autograph and receiving not only his autograph, but also a catalog he had gone through and circled things I might like, as well as a portable stereo: 1
# of days I have to return Jury Duty questionnaire: 10
# of matinees will see today: 2
# of those matiness that will star Lil Bow Wow: 1
And I'm off to have a mad crunk time on my free day! Latah suckahs!
# of minutes spent deciding whether "Forever Your Girl" or "Cold Hearted Snake" is better: 13
# of times did robot to violin part of "Cold Hearted Snake" while deciding: 1
# of cell phone minutes used in the last 30 days: over 3300
# of people have accosted at church activities this week to discuss my hair: 3
# of those people who were total strangers that I freaked out: 1
# of pics of Mandy Moore's hair saved to computer today: 7
# of tears shed when realized am freak annoying everyone with hair talk: 35
# of dollars fined by library for overdue book: "Clouds Without Rain: An Ohio Amish Mystery" (hmmm, that's not really ringing a bell): 3
# of phonecalls received from mother yesterday: 5
# of voicemails left yesterday by mother using disguised voice: 1
# of minutes before the end of the workday yesterday my boss called and told me "just do these things and then head out early!": 90
# of minutes after the end of the workday still at work doing what he asked: 47
# of times said "OH. MY. GOSH!" during The Apprentice last night: 19
# of dreams had about having Omaha Steaks in a chinese airport: 1
# of dreams had about meeting Brad Pitt, asking for his autograph and receiving not only his autograph, but also a catalog he had gone through and circled things I might like, as well as a portable stereo: 1
# of days I have to return Jury Duty questionnaire: 10
# of matinees will see today: 2
# of those matiness that will star Lil Bow Wow: 1
And I'm off to have a mad crunk time on my free day! Latah suckahs!
Monday, September 19, 2005
I'm Hungry (But Not as Hungry as Renee)
Inspired by Reese Witherspoon's hair in Just Like Heaven (the only inspiring thing in that movie), I used a curling iron yesterday for the first time in about 6 years. Unfortunately, my hair didn't turn out like hers, AND I was told by 3 different people at church that my dress looked like a Barbie doll. Frankly, I didn't know how to take that. It doesn't seem like anyone meant it as an insult, but it really wasn't what I was going for either.
At church, the Very Good Question Asker approached me to compliment my lipstick. I like her. I mean I don't really know her, but she seems quirky and nice. And when she was talking to me, I thought, "I bet she would be fun to be friends with, but now I have gone and ruined my chances."
I could just delete every mention of her on my blog, but then the anonymous commenter and friend of VGQA would always know about it and I would be living a lie. Maybe I could confess to her and ask her forgiveness and tell her that I think she gave a great lesson in Relief Society a couple of weeks ago and that I think she is quirky and nice and want to be friends with her...that I really meant no harm but was just looking for some funny blodder. She seems forgiving, especially after she made a comment in Relief Society yesterday about a courageous confession she had to make in the 8th grade. She could read my blog and we could be friends who link arms and hold our heads back and laugh together. It just seems like the kind of person she is.
So, in summary:
1. Saw Just Like Heaven which I thought was going to be ridiculous. And was even more ridiculous than I expected. Liked Reese's hair (when she was alive and not spirit), tried to copy, but instead ended up looking like girl with hair from 80's wearing dress made for doll.
2. Realized have ruined chances of friendship through blogging.
AND:
3. Washed car myself in driveway. Did such terrible job on windexing front window that can barely see out of it now.
4. Had dinner of 1 box Kraft Mac & Cheese combined with 1 can chili. It was good, despite what some food snobs (Neil) think.
5. Felt my "Name that Song" contest was so important that, when internet failed at home, went to library (unshowered in shorts, t-shirt, flip flops and pony tail) and waited in line to use the internet.
6. Was surprisingly excited to hear Sara Evans cover of Bruce Hornsby's "Every Little Kiss" on album checked out at library.
7. Took 3 naps Saturday.
8. Ate 3 donuts Sunday. (FYI: THIS is the first pic that comes up when you search google images for "Krispy Kreme.")
9. Heard about Renee and Kenny's breakup. Was anyone surprised after she got married in that dress with a giant buckle on the bottom?
10. Carly and I reminisced about the first time we studied together...during which I ate a chili dog and she me told that she was an expert at browning hamburger meat. We immediately made plans to move in together.
The End.
At church, the Very Good Question Asker approached me to compliment my lipstick. I like her. I mean I don't really know her, but she seems quirky and nice. And when she was talking to me, I thought, "I bet she would be fun to be friends with, but now I have gone and ruined my chances."
I could just delete every mention of her on my blog, but then the anonymous commenter and friend of VGQA would always know about it and I would be living a lie. Maybe I could confess to her and ask her forgiveness and tell her that I think she gave a great lesson in Relief Society a couple of weeks ago and that I think she is quirky and nice and want to be friends with her...that I really meant no harm but was just looking for some funny blodder. She seems forgiving, especially after she made a comment in Relief Society yesterday about a courageous confession she had to make in the 8th grade. She could read my blog and we could be friends who link arms and hold our heads back and laugh together. It just seems like the kind of person she is.
So, in summary:
1. Saw Just Like Heaven which I thought was going to be ridiculous. And was even more ridiculous than I expected. Liked Reese's hair (when she was alive and not spirit), tried to copy, but instead ended up looking like girl with hair from 80's wearing dress made for doll.
2. Realized have ruined chances of friendship through blogging.
AND:
3. Washed car myself in driveway. Did such terrible job on windexing front window that can barely see out of it now.
4. Had dinner of 1 box Kraft Mac & Cheese combined with 1 can chili. It was good, despite what some food snobs (Neil) think.
5. Felt my "Name that Song" contest was so important that, when internet failed at home, went to library (unshowered in shorts, t-shirt, flip flops and pony tail) and waited in line to use the internet.
6. Was surprisingly excited to hear Sara Evans cover of Bruce Hornsby's "Every Little Kiss" on album checked out at library.
7. Took 3 naps Saturday.
8. Ate 3 donuts Sunday. (FYI: THIS is the first pic that comes up when you search google images for "Krispy Kreme.")
9. Heard about Renee and Kenny's breakup. Was anyone surprised after she got married in that dress with a giant buckle on the bottom?
10. Carly and I reminisced about the first time we studied together...during which I ate a chili dog and she me told that she was an expert at browning hamburger meat. We immediately made plans to move in together.
The End.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Name That Song
The Rules:
1. Please DO NOT guess in the comment section! E-mail me (see my profile page for my e-mail address).
2. Please do not look up the answer...I really send a prize, so be honest and fair.
3. Previous winners may still play.
4. Be the FIRST to e-mail me with the correct song title & artist and win.
Good Luck!
This month's lyric is:
"Can you look out the window without your shadow getting in the way?"
1. Please DO NOT guess in the comment section! E-mail me (see my profile page for my e-mail address).
2. Please do not look up the answer...I really send a prize, so be honest and fair.
3. Previous winners may still play.
4. Be the FIRST to e-mail me with the correct song title & artist and win.
Good Luck!
This month's lyric is:
"Can you look out the window without your shadow getting in the way?"
Thursday, September 15, 2005
O Mi'Amica Cara!
Tanti auguri a te!
Spero che ricevi tutti dei tuoi desideri oggi. Spero che tu incontri Bono oggi, questa e il mio desiderio per te. Se l'averai visto, dici a lui "Ti Amo" molte volte e forsi lui indossa overalls rosso (come il tuo sogno). (Anche spero che nessuno che potere parlare italiano molto bene legge questa perche non ricordo molto.)
Sei non e vecchia ma sarai giovane tutti tuoi giorni.
Se saro in Tucson, bacchi tu dalla testa. Solo Mike puo baciare la tua bella bocca (anche non voglio baciati come questa).
Mi dispiace che il tuo regalo e piu tardi. Spero che l'arriva in breve tempo.
Ti voglio benissimo. Tanti Auguri, Tanti Auguri, Tanti Auguri!
Spero che ricevi tutti dei tuoi desideri oggi. Spero che tu incontri Bono oggi, questa e il mio desiderio per te. Se l'averai visto, dici a lui "Ti Amo" molte volte e forsi lui indossa overalls rosso (come il tuo sogno). (Anche spero che nessuno che potere parlare italiano molto bene legge questa perche non ricordo molto.)
Sei non e vecchia ma sarai giovane tutti tuoi giorni.
Se saro in Tucson, bacchi tu dalla testa. Solo Mike puo baciare la tua bella bocca (anche non voglio baciati come questa).
Mi dispiace che il tuo regalo e piu tardi. Spero che l'arriva in breve tempo.
Ti voglio benissimo. Tanti Auguri, Tanti Auguri, Tanti Auguri!
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Business in the Front, Party in the Back
This morning I got in the elevator and there was a really tall woman with a really serious mullet in there with me. I tried not to stare but her hair was like this in the front:
and SUPERLONG in the back..which I know is the definition of a mullet--but hers was unusually short AND unusually long.
She had on some cute sandals and when I told her I liked them, she scooted over to me and whispered, "Payless, Girl!" But I have learned my lesson about Payless sandals. They may be cheap but because they are cheap they are prone to stinkiness. I have had many an instant message conversation with Carrie that went something like:
M: "Hyd?" C: "G, but I'm wearing my MBC's (Montego Bay Club Collection) today, so watch out."
The thing is, the mullet lady probably wasn't too impressed with my hair either. Monday I came back to a house with no air conditioning and it was HOT in there. We are getting a new unit today, but for the last 2 nights I have showered at night and slept with wet hair. So my hair has been really soft because I have no product in it, but that also means it's pretty flat. Luckily I can give it a little poof by sporting my sunglasses as a headband all day at work.
And even after all my blog talk (and non-blog talk) about my hair, I STILL haven't had a haircut. I really should just do something about it since I was even tempted by an email that came out over my ward listserve today from a girl who will cut your hair for $5. (And I think I probably look like I NEED a haircut since I was asked recently, "Is it because of money? Because I can give you some money.")
Lastly, speaking of party in the back, I would like to welcome back to blogging from his 2 month hiatus, the one and only Skewedview (who had a ponytail for years).
and SUPERLONG in the back..which I know is the definition of a mullet--but hers was unusually short AND unusually long.
She had on some cute sandals and when I told her I liked them, she scooted over to me and whispered, "Payless, Girl!" But I have learned my lesson about Payless sandals. They may be cheap but because they are cheap they are prone to stinkiness. I have had many an instant message conversation with Carrie that went something like:
M: "Hyd?" C: "G, but I'm wearing my MBC's (Montego Bay Club Collection) today, so watch out."
The thing is, the mullet lady probably wasn't too impressed with my hair either. Monday I came back to a house with no air conditioning and it was HOT in there. We are getting a new unit today, but for the last 2 nights I have showered at night and slept with wet hair. So my hair has been really soft because I have no product in it, but that also means it's pretty flat. Luckily I can give it a little poof by sporting my sunglasses as a headband all day at work.
And even after all my blog talk (and non-blog talk) about my hair, I STILL haven't had a haircut. I really should just do something about it since I was even tempted by an email that came out over my ward listserve today from a girl who will cut your hair for $5. (And I think I probably look like I NEED a haircut since I was asked recently, "Is it because of money? Because I can give you some money.")
Lastly, speaking of party in the back, I would like to welcome back to blogging from his 2 month hiatus, the one and only Skewedview (who had a ponytail for years).
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Happy Birthday, Boss.
There once was a man named Neil.
For him, today's a big deal.
His birthday has come.
Now give him some rum
To go with his home-cooked meal.
Stuck on you like a bad tattoo,
The Trailer Park Gourmet
For him, today's a big deal.
His birthday has come.
Now give him some rum
To go with his home-cooked meal.
Stuck on you like a bad tattoo,
The Trailer Park Gourmet
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Do You Think I'm Crazy?
-Today I got an email from Jesus and all it said was "I know you are ready." I don't know exactly what He meant, but it made me feel good.
-Also today I saw a man in the grocery store with a T-shirt on that said "My Tax Lady Loves Me" with a Glamour Shot of his Tax Lady on it.
-Last night, before I realized what I was saying, I told a friend of mine her chest looked good in the shirt she was wearing.
-I got a lot of reading done during my 10 hours at the pool over Labor Day Weekend. It was sort of hard to concentrate yesterday though with the 10-year-old, earring-wearing, male Asian twins next to me who were sharing an iPod and singing along with "Hit Me Baby One More Time" over and over as they gradually scooted their lounge chairs closer to me.
-I was almost late to church on Sunday because I couldn't tear myself away from the mixed CD I was listening to in the car.
-This weekend I rented "What the Bleep Do We Know?" from Blockbuster.
-I LOVE Milky Way Midnight candy bars, but I prefer just to call them Milky Way Darks. Even though Milky Way Darks are my favorite, I have a Bite Size Snickers every night before I go to sleep. Did you know you can talk for an hour and a half about only candy bars without running out of things to say?
-I regularly get static interference on my computer speakers. But for the last couple of weeks, I only get get static noise that sounds like the tune of "The William Tell Overture."
-My boss considers it unacceptable when he calls in and I tell him he has no messages.
-I have made a blogpatrol tracking spreadsheet in Excel which occupies a lot of my time.
-Also today I saw a man in the grocery store with a T-shirt on that said "My Tax Lady Loves Me" with a Glamour Shot of his Tax Lady on it.
-Last night, before I realized what I was saying, I told a friend of mine her chest looked good in the shirt she was wearing.
-I got a lot of reading done during my 10 hours at the pool over Labor Day Weekend. It was sort of hard to concentrate yesterday though with the 10-year-old, earring-wearing, male Asian twins next to me who were sharing an iPod and singing along with "Hit Me Baby One More Time" over and over as they gradually scooted their lounge chairs closer to me.
-I was almost late to church on Sunday because I couldn't tear myself away from the mixed CD I was listening to in the car.
-This weekend I rented "What the Bleep Do We Know?" from Blockbuster.
-I LOVE Milky Way Midnight candy bars, but I prefer just to call them Milky Way Darks. Even though Milky Way Darks are my favorite, I have a Bite Size Snickers every night before I go to sleep. Did you know you can talk for an hour and a half about only candy bars without running out of things to say?
-I regularly get static interference on my computer speakers. But for the last couple of weeks, I only get get static noise that sounds like the tune of "The William Tell Overture."
-My boss considers it unacceptable when he calls in and I tell him he has no messages.
-I have made a blogpatrol tracking spreadsheet in Excel which occupies a lot of my time.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Vote for my Ringtone
After getting a new cell phone, I lost my old ringtone-- the theme from "I Dream of Jeannie." Now I have a new phone and am currently using the "Shanghai" ring which is nothing to be proud of.
Help me! I have so many choices, I can't decide on a new ringtone. I need to spend my $2.49 wisely so take a minute and imagine my phone bursting out into one of the following (and you know some would be funny) and then vote for your choice (or if you have any suggestions I will check if they are available) from those I've narrowed it down to:
1. Baby Hold On - Eddie Money
2. Baby One More Time - Britney
3. Celebration - Kool & the Gang
4. Crazy in Love - Beyonce
5. Get Outta My Dreams, Get Into My Car - Billy Ocean
6. Heart of Glass - Blondie
7. Hey Ya - Outkast
8. Hungry Eyes - Eric Carmen
9. I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) - The Proclaimers
10. Raise Up - Petey Pablo
11. Rock Your Body - Justin Timberlake
12. She Works Hard for the Money - Donna Summer
13. Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson
14. This is Such a Pity - Weezer
Help me! I have so many choices, I can't decide on a new ringtone. I need to spend my $2.49 wisely so take a minute and imagine my phone bursting out into one of the following (and you know some would be funny) and then vote for your choice (or if you have any suggestions I will check if they are available) from those I've narrowed it down to:
1. Baby Hold On - Eddie Money
2. Baby One More Time - Britney
3. Celebration - Kool & the Gang
4. Crazy in Love - Beyonce
5. Get Outta My Dreams, Get Into My Car - Billy Ocean
6. Heart of Glass - Blondie
7. Hey Ya - Outkast
8. Hungry Eyes - Eric Carmen
9. I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) - The Proclaimers
10. Raise Up - Petey Pablo
11. Rock Your Body - Justin Timberlake
12. She Works Hard for the Money - Donna Summer
13. Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson
14. This is Such a Pity - Weezer
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
And All the Sunshine Banishes the Dark
Have you seen So You Think You Can Dance? Somehow a couple of weeks ago I watched it because I was bored and lazy and there wasn't anything else on. Well, I developed some really strong feelings about one of the dancers: Snow. I wanted her eliminated. First I was telling anyone who would listen about how much I hated Snow..then the following week I found myself voting to keep her on. Go Snow!
Yes, I watched it again. And yes, I even voted the second time.
The show is comical at best and I've got a lot of bones to pick with it. I mean, I hate all the judges, the host, most of the dancers, and the format and length of the show. What do I like about it? Well, I like seeing them pair up a break dancer and a tap dancer and make them do the Mambo. And I get a good laugh over the elimination segment when everyone is crying...those eliminated, those not eliminated but who will miss them, as well as the crackpot judges.
It's one of those shows that's so bad it's good. Like Summerland. And I think I'll ride them both out, at least for the summer.
I'm sad to see the summer go. It's hard for me to say goodbye to the long days, the pool, the tan, the summer clothes...And so I've declared this week "All White All Week" so I can get one last use out of the things I won't be wearing after Labor Day. Actually, no one at work has said a word about my wardrobe choices this week. Maybe they think I'm just going to nursing school at night.
Yes, I watched it again. And yes, I even voted the second time.
The show is comical at best and I've got a lot of bones to pick with it. I mean, I hate all the judges, the host, most of the dancers, and the format and length of the show. What do I like about it? Well, I like seeing them pair up a break dancer and a tap dancer and make them do the Mambo. And I get a good laugh over the elimination segment when everyone is crying...those eliminated, those not eliminated but who will miss them, as well as the crackpot judges.
It's one of those shows that's so bad it's good. Like Summerland. And I think I'll ride them both out, at least for the summer.
I'm sad to see the summer go. It's hard for me to say goodbye to the long days, the pool, the tan, the summer clothes...And so I've declared this week "All White All Week" so I can get one last use out of the things I won't be wearing after Labor Day. Actually, no one at work has said a word about my wardrobe choices this week. Maybe they think I'm just going to nursing school at night.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Why You Should Want to Be Friends with Roxy Porthole
She once thought she had a butt concussion.
She is no respecter of candies. When I told her this (because she loves all candy equally), she replied, "Hey! I respect candy a lot!"
I call her Momma and she calls me Baby. She also calls me Sally and Sammy Davis, Jr.
She is the perfect height to give a little kiss on the top of her head.
Whenever she gives you a book, she autographs it as if she were the author.
Her run-in with Omar.
Roxy knows how to have a good time. Every once in awhile we would have "Free Weekend" together--where we could only spend $10 max all weekend. After I won some free tickets to the Legg Mason Tennis Classic by writing some Roses are Red poems, we went and shared a bottle of water that we continued filling up in the bathroom sink. (Hey! that water was expensive!) After cheering for our "boyfriend" tennis players, discussing our feelings about 1/2 mesh shirts and getting REALLY REALLY hot, we headed home via the metro on which we almost got separated. We stood there staring at each other, each on the opposite side of a closed train door. And when the door re-opened for a second, I hopped on and there was a huge embarrassing scene of rejoicing...until we realized we were on the wrong train.
We had a pineapple explosion in her car at Virginia Beach that scared the living daylights out of us.
She calls Shotzy and me "Hot Patrol" because we like to comment when people are wearing clothes that are too warm to be worn in the Summer, like their coats in August at church for example. This is totally unrelated to the fact that every Sunday at church I used to startle her by pretending to lift up her skirt in front of everyone.
She will watch anything on TV. Anything.
I used to highlight her hair, which eventually led to me highlighting her co-worker's hair. But once on a dye job gone awry--Roxy's hair ended up a lovely shade of plum.
We made a huge Easter feast that could have fed about 15 people. We ate it all alone in our Easter dresses in the Living Room at a card table so we could watch "The Ten Commandments" on TV. Roxy had never seen it, and I will say she has now seen all of it except for the last 10 minutes...but that's not my fault.
After Roxy moved away, she mailed me her "mummy shirt" because she knew I loved it.
In the mornings, we now commonly have IM conversations in which we try to outdo each other concerning who looks more ridiculous that day, analyzing our outfits, makeup and hair. Yesterday when I told Roxy that as I had looked in the mirror that morning I thought, "Maybe I don't like being tan and blonde anymore because I'm starting to look like one of those buxom blonde porn stars who I think are so ugly," Roxy immediately typed in the IM window "NO NO." I expected her to follow with "NO NO. You don't look like that" but instead I got "NO NO. They are pretty."
Roxy, IMY. Love, Punkmonkey
She is no respecter of candies. When I told her this (because she loves all candy equally), she replied, "Hey! I respect candy a lot!"
I call her Momma and she calls me Baby. She also calls me Sally and Sammy Davis, Jr.
She is the perfect height to give a little kiss on the top of her head.
Whenever she gives you a book, she autographs it as if she were the author.
Her run-in with Omar.
Roxy knows how to have a good time. Every once in awhile we would have "Free Weekend" together--where we could only spend $10 max all weekend. After I won some free tickets to the Legg Mason Tennis Classic by writing some Roses are Red poems, we went and shared a bottle of water that we continued filling up in the bathroom sink. (Hey! that water was expensive!) After cheering for our "boyfriend" tennis players, discussing our feelings about 1/2 mesh shirts and getting REALLY REALLY hot, we headed home via the metro on which we almost got separated. We stood there staring at each other, each on the opposite side of a closed train door. And when the door re-opened for a second, I hopped on and there was a huge embarrassing scene of rejoicing...until we realized we were on the wrong train.
We had a pineapple explosion in her car at Virginia Beach that scared the living daylights out of us.
She calls Shotzy and me "Hot Patrol" because we like to comment when people are wearing clothes that are too warm to be worn in the Summer, like their coats in August at church for example. This is totally unrelated to the fact that every Sunday at church I used to startle her by pretending to lift up her skirt in front of everyone.
She will watch anything on TV. Anything.
I used to highlight her hair, which eventually led to me highlighting her co-worker's hair. But once on a dye job gone awry--Roxy's hair ended up a lovely shade of plum.
We made a huge Easter feast that could have fed about 15 people. We ate it all alone in our Easter dresses in the Living Room at a card table so we could watch "The Ten Commandments" on TV. Roxy had never seen it, and I will say she has now seen all of it except for the last 10 minutes...but that's not my fault.
After Roxy moved away, she mailed me her "mummy shirt" because she knew I loved it.
In the mornings, we now commonly have IM conversations in which we try to outdo each other concerning who looks more ridiculous that day, analyzing our outfits, makeup and hair. Yesterday when I told Roxy that as I had looked in the mirror that morning I thought, "Maybe I don't like being tan and blonde anymore because I'm starting to look like one of those buxom blonde porn stars who I think are so ugly," Roxy immediately typed in the IM window "NO NO." I expected her to follow with "NO NO. You don't look like that" but instead I got "NO NO. They are pretty."
Roxy, IMY. Love, Punkmonkey
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Memories are Made of This
Despite the fact that I have occasionally been called Sammy Davis, Jr. by Roxy, the Rat Pack member I adore is Dean Martin. This may explain why one Saturday night a couple of months ago I came extrememly close to ordering the entire series of "The Dean Martin Variety Show." Having thoroughly enjoyed an hour long informercial from 1:00-2:00am showing clips that made me laugh outloud, I hurried to the computer to log on and check it out. You see, I had learned the hard way back in college about ordering things over the phone.
I don't remember all the events leading up to my making a phonecall to order the video "Thin Thighs." But I do remember that I was not thwarted from my eagerness in ordering nor giving my credit card number to a woman on the other end of the phone who kept asking, "Thin what? You saw this on TV? And how much did you say the commercial said it was?" I'll just end that story by telling you that the "Thin Thighs" video I ordered ended up being TWO "Thin Thighs" videos, TWO "Tight Buns" videos, TWO "Rock Hard Abs" videos, as well as TWO bottles of vitamins sent monthly. All were later taken care of through my credit card claims department. Anyway, I blame the boyfriend I had when I was 16 who told the missionaries at church that I had big thighs (he later claimed this was a compliment) for this whole debacle anyway.
So there I was at 2:15am: Sitting at the computer and contemplating a membership wherein I would periodically receive 3 episodes of Dean Martin's variety show for something like $19.99 a month---probably for the rest of my life. Luckily I came to my senses, decided to sleep on it and never placed that order.
In conclusion, I will mention the strangest and most embarrassing thing I ever ordered online. Please take into consideration that I was 19 at the time, [apparently] uncouth, and what I did for fun were things like staying up all night playing Encore, feeding handicapped ducks and even burning feather boas in half. Okay that was KAREN CARPENTER burning MY feather boa...but what's done is done and I really harbor no hard feelings since we were able to tie it back together.
Anyway, somehow I came across a " remote-controlled machine" that made unpleasant sounds (and I'll leave it at that) on some sort of jokes/pranks website. I ordered it and we had a lot of laughs with it. I don't remember whose brilliant idea it was, but the next thing I knew, this machine was our makeshift doorbell. With the remote control glued to the outside of the doorframe just under the sign that said "Please Ring Bell," we were able to have a laugh riot anytime we had a visitor. Hmm, maybe not such a bad investment at all.
I don't remember all the events leading up to my making a phonecall to order the video "Thin Thighs." But I do remember that I was not thwarted from my eagerness in ordering nor giving my credit card number to a woman on the other end of the phone who kept asking, "Thin what? You saw this on TV? And how much did you say the commercial said it was?" I'll just end that story by telling you that the "Thin Thighs" video I ordered ended up being TWO "Thin Thighs" videos, TWO "Tight Buns" videos, TWO "Rock Hard Abs" videos, as well as TWO bottles of vitamins sent monthly. All were later taken care of through my credit card claims department. Anyway, I blame the boyfriend I had when I was 16 who told the missionaries at church that I had big thighs (he later claimed this was a compliment) for this whole debacle anyway.
So there I was at 2:15am: Sitting at the computer and contemplating a membership wherein I would periodically receive 3 episodes of Dean Martin's variety show for something like $19.99 a month---probably for the rest of my life. Luckily I came to my senses, decided to sleep on it and never placed that order.
In conclusion, I will mention the strangest and most embarrassing thing I ever ordered online. Please take into consideration that I was 19 at the time, [apparently] uncouth, and what I did for fun were things like staying up all night playing Encore, feeding handicapped ducks and even burning feather boas in half. Okay that was KAREN CARPENTER burning MY feather boa...but what's done is done and I really harbor no hard feelings since we were able to tie it back together.
Anyway, somehow I came across a " remote-controlled machine" that made unpleasant sounds (and I'll leave it at that) on some sort of jokes/pranks website. I ordered it and we had a lot of laughs with it. I don't remember whose brilliant idea it was, but the next thing I knew, this machine was our makeshift doorbell. With the remote control glued to the outside of the doorframe just under the sign that said "Please Ring Bell," we were able to have a laugh riot anytime we had a visitor. Hmm, maybe not such a bad investment at all.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Just Keep Your Eyes on My Backside
In the mornings, all things are trumped by the fact that I want to sleep longer---eating breakfast, allowing the proper time for getting ready, etc. And in the end, allowing the proper time for getting ready usually trumps leaving for work on time. Except for today--although I still didn't leave for work on time, I did not get ready properly either.
I strictly adhere to our casual dress policy at work. But I have learned the hard way that on Wednesdays, when my boss is stacked with regular meetings, I could be called on at a moment's notice to hop in a cab and accompany him or even go in his stead, and so I've learned to dress accordingly. Today I am thankful that I have been allowed to remain in my office because I only ironed the back of my dress this morning. I did think the back was the front when I ironed it and that the back (front) didn't look so bad and so I skipped it altogether in the interest of time. Not until the iron was unplugged and cooled and it was time for me to be at work, did I stand before the mirror and see that my dress was full of wrinkles. But on the bright side, I look great from behind.
I know I have a problem. I'm like a little kid when it comes to going to bed; I just don't want to. I don't want to miss out on any of the fun at night, or, as is more often the case, I'm postponing getting up the next day and heading back to the office. And this is a far cry from the days of yesteryear when Schatze and Roxy used to tease me because I would brush my teeth and wash my face during commercial breaks, all because I thought I needed to be asleep EXACTLY 8 hours before I had to get up. I was obsessed with this down to the minute and would start panicking when 11:03 came and I was wide awake and I knew my alarm would be going off at 7:01. I just don't know where I went wrong along the way.
Anyway, the thing about my problem that torments me the most is the fact that I just don't have time for cereal. I have confined myself to a life of on-the-go-breakfasts of cereal bars, bananas, yogurts, etc...when all I wish I had in my life was a little cereal. Yum. Now if I could just bring myself to stop getting back in my bed after my shower for a little nap, I would have plenty of time to fulfill this dream. And I might even look okay from the front every once in awhile.
I strictly adhere to our casual dress policy at work. But I have learned the hard way that on Wednesdays, when my boss is stacked with regular meetings, I could be called on at a moment's notice to hop in a cab and accompany him or even go in his stead, and so I've learned to dress accordingly. Today I am thankful that I have been allowed to remain in my office because I only ironed the back of my dress this morning. I did think the back was the front when I ironed it and that the back (front) didn't look so bad and so I skipped it altogether in the interest of time. Not until the iron was unplugged and cooled and it was time for me to be at work, did I stand before the mirror and see that my dress was full of wrinkles. But on the bright side, I look great from behind.
I know I have a problem. I'm like a little kid when it comes to going to bed; I just don't want to. I don't want to miss out on any of the fun at night, or, as is more often the case, I'm postponing getting up the next day and heading back to the office. And this is a far cry from the days of yesteryear when Schatze and Roxy used to tease me because I would brush my teeth and wash my face during commercial breaks, all because I thought I needed to be asleep EXACTLY 8 hours before I had to get up. I was obsessed with this down to the minute and would start panicking when 11:03 came and I was wide awake and I knew my alarm would be going off at 7:01. I just don't know where I went wrong along the way.
Anyway, the thing about my problem that torments me the most is the fact that I just don't have time for cereal. I have confined myself to a life of on-the-go-breakfasts of cereal bars, bananas, yogurts, etc...when all I wish I had in my life was a little cereal. Yum. Now if I could just bring myself to stop getting back in my bed after my shower for a little nap, I would have plenty of time to fulfill this dream. And I might even look okay from the front every once in awhile.
Monday, August 22, 2005
The World is Collapsing Around Our Ears
I've heard complaints about commercial radio from a couple of people lately. And believe me, I totally understand where they are coming from. Commercial radio is doing us peeps wrong, fo shizzle. However, I would like to name a few reasons why I won't throw in the towel yet.
Kelly Clarkson: The radio is really the only chance I'm going to have to hear "Since You've Been Gone" since I don't really plan on buying her CD. I know. I know. iTunes. iPod. I'm just not ready for that yet. This song came on the radio on my trip a couple of weeks ago and I tried really hard to listen to it, even though I had to ignore my grandmother who was talking to me on the phone at the time.
Radio Contests: I have radio station phone numbers programmed into my cell phone. And a radio contest inspired my trip to the Dominican Republic last year (which I bought myself after I didn't win 3x a day for 2 weeks). But I have won: an REM Monster CD (which is missing), a Billy Myers CD (who?), and Mormon Tabernacle Choir concert tickets.
The Celebrity Scoop: Since Schatze's subscription to People ended and my MSN-Entertainment-article-reading time has almost diminished, the only link I have to Brangelina, Bennifer and TomKat is what I hear on my morning drive or read in grocery store checkout line. (Did anyone see that pic of Annette Funicello on the cover of the Globe??)
Revelation: One morning as I listened to the radio while getting ready for work, I believe I had a moment of inspired revelation which came to me through Roxette and the lyrics of "Listen to Your Heart."
Glen Hollis: After learning that Delilah wasn't broadcast around here, I turned to the local soft rock radio host who does love song dedications in the evenings. His show's motto: "Everything he touches turns to love."
And I ask you: how could it not?
Last week on his show, I heard not one, but two different dedications of "Everything I Do, I Do It For You" by Bryan Adams. When I heard the first one, I was alone in my car and said outloud, "Awesome." And on Wednesday, I sat in the grocery store parking lot, risking running out of gas, just so I could listen to "Lady" by Kenny Rogers. I mean, it doesn't really get better than that.
Kelly Clarkson: The radio is really the only chance I'm going to have to hear "Since You've Been Gone" since I don't really plan on buying her CD. I know. I know. iTunes. iPod. I'm just not ready for that yet. This song came on the radio on my trip a couple of weeks ago and I tried really hard to listen to it, even though I had to ignore my grandmother who was talking to me on the phone at the time.
Radio Contests: I have radio station phone numbers programmed into my cell phone. And a radio contest inspired my trip to the Dominican Republic last year (which I bought myself after I didn't win 3x a day for 2 weeks). But I have won: an REM Monster CD (which is missing), a Billy Myers CD (who?), and Mormon Tabernacle Choir concert tickets.
The Celebrity Scoop: Since Schatze's subscription to People ended and my MSN-Entertainment-article-reading time has almost diminished, the only link I have to Brangelina, Bennifer and TomKat is what I hear on my morning drive or read in grocery store checkout line. (Did anyone see that pic of Annette Funicello on the cover of the Globe??)
Revelation: One morning as I listened to the radio while getting ready for work, I believe I had a moment of inspired revelation which came to me through Roxette and the lyrics of "Listen to Your Heart."
Glen Hollis: After learning that Delilah wasn't broadcast around here, I turned to the local soft rock radio host who does love song dedications in the evenings. His show's motto: "Everything he touches turns to love."
And I ask you: how could it not?
Last week on his show, I heard not one, but two different dedications of "Everything I Do, I Do It For You" by Bryan Adams. When I heard the first one, I was alone in my car and said outloud, "Awesome." And on Wednesday, I sat in the grocery store parking lot, risking running out of gas, just so I could listen to "Lady" by Kenny Rogers. I mean, it doesn't really get better than that.
Name That Song...Continued
Okay peeps...here are more lyrics from the Name That Song that no one has been able to solve.
Hopefully this will bring someone across the finish line....
"Come back again
I want you to stay next time"
Hopefully this will bring someone across the finish line....
"Come back again
I want you to stay next time"
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Name This Song
Here are the same rules as last time:
Alright, everyone, it's time for Name That Song again. I would like to mention that previous winners can win again. No one has won twice so I thought I would make that clear. And anonymous readers out there, feel free to play too!
I really do mail the winner a prize, so please be honest and fair and don't ruin the fun by looking up the answer. (Terri, sorry you haven't gotten your prize yet. I did buy it before I left on my trip, but never made it to the post office...going today!!)
The first person to email me (my e-mail can be found through my profile page) with the correct song title and artist wins. Good luck.
This month's lyric is:
A home's the most excellent place of all
And I'll be right here if you should call me
Alright, everyone, it's time for Name That Song again. I would like to mention that previous winners can win again. No one has won twice so I thought I would make that clear. And anonymous readers out there, feel free to play too!
I really do mail the winner a prize, so please be honest and fair and don't ruin the fun by looking up the answer. (Terri, sorry you haven't gotten your prize yet. I did buy it before I left on my trip, but never made it to the post office...going today!!)
The first person to email me (my e-mail can be found through my profile page) with the correct song title and artist wins. Good luck.
This month's lyric is:
A home's the most excellent place of all
And I'll be right here if you should call me
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
The Good Times Are Killing Me
When you drive across the country, music is going to be an important factor. So it's a good thing Neil has an iPod. And because he downloaded the music from my computer onto it the night before we left, it makes me smile to think that someday when he's listening to it in his car and he has it on random select, "The Right Stuff" by New Kids on the Block might come on.
But really I only had that song downloaded back from my days in the CD making business with Camelio Estevez. And I use the term "business" loosely. At EAR (Earth Angel Recordings), we only put money INTO the business. And our logo consisted of an angel sitting in a tree in the sky looking down on the earth. VERY clever. We put out 8 CDs total: a copy of "D.C. FSOF (Frisbee Summer of Fun) 2001" for each of the 7 participants in the FSOF and one wedding CD for a friend, who probably would have been more satisfied with a Tabernacle Choir CD. I would also like to add that on 7/8 of our CDs, we misspelled our own business name: Eearth Angel Recordings.
On the coast-to-coast trip, we made a pit stop in Winnemucca, NV. This is what happened there: I walked into the restroom where a middle aged woman was bent over right by the door when you walked in wearing nothing but her bra and panties. She jumped up and I avoided eye contact as she apologized for having no clothes on because her zipper had broken. That must have been some zipper.
When I came out of the restroom, I had to duck under a large neon yellow pole that had been put in the doorway at chest level with a CLOSED sign on it so the bathroom could be cleaned by a man who looked like this:
So while I was recounting the story of my shocking bathroom encounter, a woman walked right into the huge neon yellow pole and sign. And it was funny. Very funny. Almost as funny as when Neil walked directly into a waist-high pole at San Francisco State while checking out some dude's "backpack."
And as we drove away from Winnemucca, I was given the penance of listening to 5 minutes of Christian Rock for the $5 in quarters I lost in the slots during the redneck truck stop visit.
Now I would like to mention some food highlights of the trip:
1. Sausage Dogs, the Rodmans' house, Newton Falls, OH.
2. Peanut Brittle Sundae, Hickory Park, Ames, IA.
3. Chocolate Milk & Bananas, Fareway (?), Winterset, IA.
4. Tater Tots & Cheese, Sonic, Cheyenne, WY.
5. Salad Trio, Farmington, UT
6. Burger & Fry Sauce, Atlantis Burger, Bountiful, UT.
7. Filet Mignon, Ruby River, Provo, UT.
8. Rooty Tooty Fresh 'n' Fruity, IHOP, Sandy, UT.
9. Dessert Lunch, Kacy and Christan's, Provo, UT.
10.Grilled Cheese & Coke, JC's, Bear River City, UT
11.Buttermilk Fried Chicken, Farmington, UT.
12.Sausage & Prosciutto Tortellini, Pasta Pomodoro, San Bruno, CA.
13.In and Out Cheeseburger Combo followed by 2 Krispy Kremes (but one WAS a sample), Daly City, CA.
14.Repeat of #13.
15.Sausage Dog, Farmer's Market, South San Francisco, CA.
16.BLT, Boardwalk Court, San Bruno, CA.
17.Most Delicious Breakfast Ever, Boardwalk Court, San Bruno, CA.
18.Ribeye, Roasted Okra, Tomatoes & Fruit Cobbler, Boardwalk Court, San Bruno, CA.
Yes, I gained 5 pounds on this trip. And no, I haven't done anything about my hair although it was discussed at length with Carly when she sneaked into my room at her mother's house for some chitchat at 2 a.m. after everyone had gone to bed.
Now all I need is a two-week vacation to recuperate from my two-week vacation.
But really I only had that song downloaded back from my days in the CD making business with Camelio Estevez. And I use the term "business" loosely. At EAR (Earth Angel Recordings), we only put money INTO the business. And our logo consisted of an angel sitting in a tree in the sky looking down on the earth. VERY clever. We put out 8 CDs total: a copy of "D.C. FSOF (Frisbee Summer of Fun) 2001" for each of the 7 participants in the FSOF and one wedding CD for a friend, who probably would have been more satisfied with a Tabernacle Choir CD. I would also like to add that on 7/8 of our CDs, we misspelled our own business name: Eearth Angel Recordings.
On the coast-to-coast trip, we made a pit stop in Winnemucca, NV. This is what happened there: I walked into the restroom where a middle aged woman was bent over right by the door when you walked in wearing nothing but her bra and panties. She jumped up and I avoided eye contact as she apologized for having no clothes on because her zipper had broken. That must have been some zipper.
When I came out of the restroom, I had to duck under a large neon yellow pole that had been put in the doorway at chest level with a CLOSED sign on it so the bathroom could be cleaned by a man who looked like this:
So while I was recounting the story of my shocking bathroom encounter, a woman walked right into the huge neon yellow pole and sign. And it was funny. Very funny. Almost as funny as when Neil walked directly into a waist-high pole at San Francisco State while checking out some dude's "backpack."
And as we drove away from Winnemucca, I was given the penance of listening to 5 minutes of Christian Rock for the $5 in quarters I lost in the slots during the redneck truck stop visit.
Now I would like to mention some food highlights of the trip:
1. Sausage Dogs, the Rodmans' house, Newton Falls, OH.
2. Peanut Brittle Sundae, Hickory Park, Ames, IA.
3. Chocolate Milk & Bananas, Fareway (?), Winterset, IA.
4. Tater Tots & Cheese, Sonic, Cheyenne, WY.
5. Salad Trio, Farmington, UT
6. Burger & Fry Sauce, Atlantis Burger, Bountiful, UT.
7. Filet Mignon, Ruby River, Provo, UT.
8. Rooty Tooty Fresh 'n' Fruity, IHOP, Sandy, UT.
9. Dessert Lunch, Kacy and Christan's, Provo, UT.
10.Grilled Cheese & Coke, JC's, Bear River City, UT
11.Buttermilk Fried Chicken, Farmington, UT.
12.Sausage & Prosciutto Tortellini, Pasta Pomodoro, San Bruno, CA.
13.In and Out Cheeseburger Combo followed by 2 Krispy Kremes (but one WAS a sample), Daly City, CA.
14.Repeat of #13.
15.Sausage Dog, Farmer's Market, South San Francisco, CA.
16.BLT, Boardwalk Court, San Bruno, CA.
17.Most Delicious Breakfast Ever, Boardwalk Court, San Bruno, CA.
18.Ribeye, Roasted Okra, Tomatoes & Fruit Cobbler, Boardwalk Court, San Bruno, CA.
Yes, I gained 5 pounds on this trip. And no, I haven't done anything about my hair although it was discussed at length with Carly when she sneaked into my room at her mother's house for some chitchat at 2 a.m. after everyone had gone to bed.
Now all I need is a two-week vacation to recuperate from my two-week vacation.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Hair: An Important Topic
Before my former hairdresser Lyla moved to San Diego, I went to her faithfully and she always did a great job. We even discussed my hair icon Gwyneth Paltrow together. Now, I'm in no way disillusioned into thinking that I look like her. At all. Let's face it, when you, even jokingly, have been called boyface and then later in life, manface, it's impossible to see yourself in any Gwyneth way. And I have been told I look like my dad and my maternal grandfather--who are nice-looking, but MEN. Not unlike Gwyneth in Shakespeare in Love:
Anyway, what I will say about her is that we have the same hair type. We both have a lot of thin blonde hair. And thank goodness we have a lot, since it is thin (but I AM thickening mine with Mane & Tail Shampoo--love it love it love it). By choosing Gwyneth as a hair icon, this keeps me from becoming deceived into thinking I could pull off some haircut I see on a course-haired brunette that might ultimately leave me in tears. So basically the only thing I need to resist succumbing to is thinking I will leave the hairdresser's looking LIKE Gwyneth Paltrow, which I think I have finally mastered.
It has been over a year since Lyla left town and I began cutting my own hair. It has been fine because basically I never think my hair looks that good, so I might as well do it myself for free if I can get it to look acceptable, right? Well, it's time for a cut/trim again and so hair has been on my mind a lot. I mean, there's no telling how much time in the last 7 or 8 years I have spent looking up pics online of Gwyneth's hair. Nor can I tell you how many times I've had the Sliding Doors cut:
I don't really have a picture of myself with that cut, but you saw me with shorter hair in a previous post.
But basically, right now my hair looks (a little) like Gwyneth's in this picture. (Sorry about the link, but IMDB is so stingy with their photos!) Okay, it's not exactly the same, but you get the idea.
Plus in that picture I am, I mean Gwyneth is with Michael Douglas, who coincidentally is married to Catherine Zeta Jones. I remember seeing CZJ for the first time in The Mask of Zorro and thinking how beautiful she was--and then immediately being offended by my dark-haired grandmother who was with me when she leaned over and whispered, "I just really think dark-haired women are so much prettier than blonde ones." The fact that my instant message persona/screen name/pic is now Catherine Zeta Jones probably stems from that very day.
I really don't know what my dilemma is right now, I'm not planning on heading back to the short hair department yet. Maybe someday when I get too old to be able to pull off long hair and I start debating a perm...but for now should I go a little shorter? is medium length hair ever a good idea on me (all pictures point to no)? just keep going a little longer? keep going a lot longer? do I need bangs?
I get so confused when I look at pictures like these:
Someone tell me what to do.
Next, I would like to discuss a very personal topic with all of you out there on the internet. You see, I have a very low hairline in the back. I know. I'm not proud of it. When I got my first short haircut, I realized my low hairline wasn't going to cut it when the back of my new haircut was going to look somewhat like this:
It was at this point, that the hairdresser shaved the back of my neck (just like the man[face] that I am), moving my hairline up a little. I was horrified and shocked and embarrassed, even after learning it wasn't totally uncommon for short-haired women to do this.
And I was even more horrified and shocked and embarrassed than I am everytime I have my eyebrows waxed and the woman says, "You want a lip wax too?" No, I don't want a lip wax. Do I need one? Why is she even saying it? I think maybe she is just trying to make more money, especially since I have heard her ask the same thing of others who don't need a lip wax. But still, I did pause to consider if I really need one when she said to a woman on Friday "You want an eyebrow wax too?" and that woman really did need some eyebrow help.
But now back to the even worse topic of neck hair: Even now that I have longer hair, I haven't given up the shaving practice. It makes me feel a little better to have a higher hairline on the back of my neck, even if it is at the expense of having to maintain it and feel manly about doing it. Plus growing it out and it getting too prickly seems even worse. Anyway, it's something I think about a lot.
Gosh, there are so many questions about the length of my hair, the placing of my hairline, the amount of hair on my face and I haven't even touched the pros and cons of highlights...ahh well, another day perhaps.
Anyway, if I have upset you or grossed you out or sent you over the edge and you don't want to read my blog anymore because I'm suddenly Marcy Manly to you, I'll understand. I'll still be here alone with my hair obsessions, shaving my neck and thanking Heaven that Gwyneth is older than me so that I can follow her right into her old-age hair decisions.
Anyway, what I will say about her is that we have the same hair type. We both have a lot of thin blonde hair. And thank goodness we have a lot, since it is thin (but I AM thickening mine with Mane & Tail Shampoo--love it love it love it). By choosing Gwyneth as a hair icon, this keeps me from becoming deceived into thinking I could pull off some haircut I see on a course-haired brunette that might ultimately leave me in tears. So basically the only thing I need to resist succumbing to is thinking I will leave the hairdresser's looking LIKE Gwyneth Paltrow, which I think I have finally mastered.
It has been over a year since Lyla left town and I began cutting my own hair. It has been fine because basically I never think my hair looks that good, so I might as well do it myself for free if I can get it to look acceptable, right? Well, it's time for a cut/trim again and so hair has been on my mind a lot. I mean, there's no telling how much time in the last 7 or 8 years I have spent looking up pics online of Gwyneth's hair. Nor can I tell you how many times I've had the Sliding Doors cut:
I don't really have a picture of myself with that cut, but you saw me with shorter hair in a previous post.
But basically, right now my hair looks (a little) like Gwyneth's in this picture. (Sorry about the link, but IMDB is so stingy with their photos!) Okay, it's not exactly the same, but you get the idea.
Plus in that picture I am, I mean Gwyneth is with Michael Douglas, who coincidentally is married to Catherine Zeta Jones. I remember seeing CZJ for the first time in The Mask of Zorro and thinking how beautiful she was--and then immediately being offended by my dark-haired grandmother who was with me when she leaned over and whispered, "I just really think dark-haired women are so much prettier than blonde ones." The fact that my instant message persona/screen name/pic is now Catherine Zeta Jones probably stems from that very day.
I really don't know what my dilemma is right now, I'm not planning on heading back to the short hair department yet. Maybe someday when I get too old to be able to pull off long hair and I start debating a perm...but for now should I go a little shorter? is medium length hair ever a good idea on me (all pictures point to no)? just keep going a little longer? keep going a lot longer? do I need bangs?
I get so confused when I look at pictures like these:
Someone tell me what to do.
Next, I would like to discuss a very personal topic with all of you out there on the internet. You see, I have a very low hairline in the back. I know. I'm not proud of it. When I got my first short haircut, I realized my low hairline wasn't going to cut it when the back of my new haircut was going to look somewhat like this:
It was at this point, that the hairdresser shaved the back of my neck (just like the man[face] that I am), moving my hairline up a little. I was horrified and shocked and embarrassed, even after learning it wasn't totally uncommon for short-haired women to do this.
And I was even more horrified and shocked and embarrassed than I am everytime I have my eyebrows waxed and the woman says, "You want a lip wax too?" No, I don't want a lip wax. Do I need one? Why is she even saying it? I think maybe she is just trying to make more money, especially since I have heard her ask the same thing of others who don't need a lip wax. But still, I did pause to consider if I really need one when she said to a woman on Friday "You want an eyebrow wax too?" and that woman really did need some eyebrow help.
But now back to the even worse topic of neck hair: Even now that I have longer hair, I haven't given up the shaving practice. It makes me feel a little better to have a higher hairline on the back of my neck, even if it is at the expense of having to maintain it and feel manly about doing it. Plus growing it out and it getting too prickly seems even worse. Anyway, it's something I think about a lot.
Gosh, there are so many questions about the length of my hair, the placing of my hairline, the amount of hair on my face and I haven't even touched the pros and cons of highlights...ahh well, another day perhaps.
Anyway, if I have upset you or grossed you out or sent you over the edge and you don't want to read my blog anymore because I'm suddenly Marcy Manly to you, I'll understand. I'll still be here alone with my hair obsessions, shaving my neck and thanking Heaven that Gwyneth is older than me so that I can follow her right into her old-age hair decisions.
Monday, July 25, 2005
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Bottoms Up
For a long time I have been telling people that the Chinese don't drink during their meals. They eat all of their food and then have something to drink afterwards. I (thought I) learned that this aided in digestion. As a matter of fact, I was just talking about this last week, and, as usual, got the response, "I had never heard that."
Well today I was delighted when Roxy said, "I only drink after my meals. Just like the Chinese." I told her I have had recent conversations about this and no one has ever heard it, and so I was glad that she had. She then replied by telling me, "I think YOU'RE the only one who has ever heard of it." Apparently she was just teasing me because, for years, I have been telling her the Chinese did that.
Immediately I called Carly to try and back up my facts since she lived in China....no such custom that she knows of. And the closest I found on Google was an article about cultural customs that said the Chinese generally drink tea before or after their meals but not during. It just makes me wonder where I (thought I) heard this. And why do I feel inclined to tell everyone? Even now, I realize that I probably won't stop with this story. It's like a tradition for me to tell it. And I love rituals and traditions. Someday I will probably be sitting at the table as a grandmother telling anyone who will listen that the Chinese don't drink during their meals.
That story probably won't surprise you after I tell you that I have purchased the exact same present for my brother's birthday twice, and he is only 5. Not only did I go into the store and buy the same piggy bank I had already given him without even the slightest recollection of the first time, but I also called my mom and told her "I got Ethan one of those banks with the different compartments that you've always wanted him to have," which apparently is the EXACT same sentence I called and said to her the first time I got it for him.
The moral of the story: Take what I say with a grain of salt because apparently I'm making up stuff. or not remembering it. or doing it twice...
Well today I was delighted when Roxy said, "I only drink after my meals. Just like the Chinese." I told her I have had recent conversations about this and no one has ever heard it, and so I was glad that she had. She then replied by telling me, "I think YOU'RE the only one who has ever heard of it." Apparently she was just teasing me because, for years, I have been telling her the Chinese did that.
Immediately I called Carly to try and back up my facts since she lived in China....no such custom that she knows of. And the closest I found on Google was an article about cultural customs that said the Chinese generally drink tea before or after their meals but not during. It just makes me wonder where I (thought I) heard this. And why do I feel inclined to tell everyone? Even now, I realize that I probably won't stop with this story. It's like a tradition for me to tell it. And I love rituals and traditions. Someday I will probably be sitting at the table as a grandmother telling anyone who will listen that the Chinese don't drink during their meals.
That story probably won't surprise you after I tell you that I have purchased the exact same present for my brother's birthday twice, and he is only 5. Not only did I go into the store and buy the same piggy bank I had already given him without even the slightest recollection of the first time, but I also called my mom and told her "I got Ethan one of those banks with the different compartments that you've always wanted him to have," which apparently is the EXACT same sentence I called and said to her the first time I got it for him.
The moral of the story: Take what I say with a grain of salt because apparently I'm making up stuff. or not remembering it. or doing it twice...
Sunday, July 17, 2005
It's That Time Again
Alright, everyone, it's time for Name That Song again. I would like to mention that previous winners can win again. No one has won twice so I thought I would make that clear. And anonymous readers out there, feel free to play too!
I really do mail the winner a prize, so please be honest and fair and don't ruin the fun by looking up the answer.
The first person to email me (my e-mail can be found through my profile page) with the correct song title and artist wins. Good luck.
This month's lyric is:
"And be careful of what you do ’cause the lie becomes the truth"
I really do mail the winner a prize, so please be honest and fair and don't ruin the fun by looking up the answer.
The first person to email me (my e-mail can be found through my profile page) with the correct song title and artist wins. Good luck.
This month's lyric is:
"And be careful of what you do ’cause the lie becomes the truth"
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Edna was looking very glamorous
I have loved Jeopardy for as long as I can remember.
I have hated Alex Trebek for just as long.
I try not to really swear, but everytime he reads a clue with a foreign word or phrase in an accent, I have to say "Bastard!" outloud.
Another phrase I will swear in is: "My memory is ass" which is actually a phrase coined about me by my roommates.
Back to Jeopardy.
Schatzy, Roxy and I used to watch and play along.
Roxy thinks you win if you say the answer loudest, not first.
Sometimes we would play where each of us had to answer every single question whether or not we had any clue what the question was about.
I seriously considered trying out to be a Clues Crew member.
I think the rounds should be a little longer. They don't need to leave 10 whole minutes for Final Jeopardy.
My mom told me that Alex and Pat Sajak don't get along. And that once when they passed in the hall, they stepped far away from each other. And Pat said Alex is a big egomaniac-bastard. This is all probably not true (except the egomaniac-bastard part), but I'm spreading the word anyway.
At the end of a taping of an episode where I was in the audience, the bastard made them retape him reading one of the clues with a foreign phrase so he could get his accent better. Twice.
I got those tickets to attend Jeopardy by mailing in a form found at IHOP.
Please read this.
Take it easy.
I have hated Alex Trebek for just as long.
I try not to really swear, but everytime he reads a clue with a foreign word or phrase in an accent, I have to say "Bastard!" outloud.
Another phrase I will swear in is: "My memory is ass" which is actually a phrase coined about me by my roommates.
Back to Jeopardy.
Schatzy, Roxy and I used to watch and play along.
Roxy thinks you win if you say the answer loudest, not first.
Sometimes we would play where each of us had to answer every single question whether or not we had any clue what the question was about.
I seriously considered trying out to be a Clues Crew member.
I think the rounds should be a little longer. They don't need to leave 10 whole minutes for Final Jeopardy.
My mom told me that Alex and Pat Sajak don't get along. And that once when they passed in the hall, they stepped far away from each other. And Pat said Alex is a big egomaniac-bastard. This is all probably not true (except the egomaniac-bastard part), but I'm spreading the word anyway.
At the end of a taping of an episode where I was in the audience, the bastard made them retape him reading one of the clues with a foreign phrase so he could get his accent better. Twice.
I got those tickets to attend Jeopardy by mailing in a form found at IHOP.
Please read this.
Take it easy.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Come Away With Me
If you visit me in Tennessee, there's really no tellin' what might happen. When a couple of my friends, affectionately referred to by Skewedview as the Cereal Brothers (they are not brothers, but their names ARE Krister and Crispen) visited a few years ago, we spent a fair amount of their one and a half day visit at Target looking at pajamas resembling a Twister game mat. And when Schatze and Roxy came, we took an hour detour from the 3-hour trip between my aunt's house and my dad's just so we could take a picture in front of a sign that said "Welcome to Nutbush, TN. Birthplace of Tina Turner."
I have just returned from a 10-day trip home which, again, did not disappoint. During Neil's 2-day-visit portion of the trip, the first thing we did was go straight from the airport to lunch. At a gas station. In a ghetto. We ate in the car with napkins as bibs as a man tried to sell us ankle socks.
The heat wave had ended and it wasn't too hot while he was there. Plus we had Skewedview's new pool to cool off in anyway. And I'm sure Neil wasn't alarmed or anything when my grandmother showed up to the big pool party that night with a shotgun.
Luckily, he had missed earlier escapades such as when we were at the lake and my cousin announced that the boat police were out and my aunt Diane, who had just gotten on the boat with a beer "better hide her booze" and her sister Patty misheard and started yelling "Diane, hide your boobs!" Or when we sat around for a long time playing a made up game where someone asks a question where the answer is a word that ends in O and you have to say the answer followed by "yo." For example, "What did Austin Power lose?" "His mojo, yo." Or later that night when we were setting off a lot of fireworks and Skewedview and I requested that Diane sing "God Bless America" while he and I provided backup for her. No one seemed too impressed except my uncle Tim who threw some quarters at us. And on the 4th of July, while the rest of America was cooking out, we were at home watching Danny Deckchair and having the best Banana Splits of my life for dinner.
In other food-related events, one day we went to The Old Country Store for a late lunch and ordered the buffet. When the buffet was ready, one of the cooks came out of the back and loudly rang a large triangle to let us know the chow was ready, causing a mad rush by about 15 people hidden behind the door waiting for their supper. But the best was during the NASCAR-style drive back to DC. Neil and I stopped for a country breakfast at a restaurant next door to Loretta Lynn's Kitchen called the Log Cabin. When Neil headed to the restroom, he walked in on a man who had not locked the door. As he apologized and turned to step out of the one-room restroom containing a toilet and a urinal, the man quickly spoke up in his thick country accent and told Neil to come on in, "It's a two-holer."
And that, ya'll, was nigh on one of the best trips home I've had in a month of Sundays.
I have just returned from a 10-day trip home which, again, did not disappoint. During Neil's 2-day-visit portion of the trip, the first thing we did was go straight from the airport to lunch. At a gas station. In a ghetto. We ate in the car with napkins as bibs as a man tried to sell us ankle socks.
The heat wave had ended and it wasn't too hot while he was there. Plus we had Skewedview's new pool to cool off in anyway. And I'm sure Neil wasn't alarmed or anything when my grandmother showed up to the big pool party that night with a shotgun.
Luckily, he had missed earlier escapades such as when we were at the lake and my cousin announced that the boat police were out and my aunt Diane, who had just gotten on the boat with a beer "better hide her booze" and her sister Patty misheard and started yelling "Diane, hide your boobs!" Or when we sat around for a long time playing a made up game where someone asks a question where the answer is a word that ends in O and you have to say the answer followed by "yo." For example, "What did Austin Power lose?" "His mojo, yo." Or later that night when we were setting off a lot of fireworks and Skewedview and I requested that Diane sing "God Bless America" while he and I provided backup for her. No one seemed too impressed except my uncle Tim who threw some quarters at us. And on the 4th of July, while the rest of America was cooking out, we were at home watching Danny Deckchair and having the best Banana Splits of my life for dinner.
In other food-related events, one day we went to The Old Country Store for a late lunch and ordered the buffet. When the buffet was ready, one of the cooks came out of the back and loudly rang a large triangle to let us know the chow was ready, causing a mad rush by about 15 people hidden behind the door waiting for their supper. But the best was during the NASCAR-style drive back to DC. Neil and I stopped for a country breakfast at a restaurant next door to Loretta Lynn's Kitchen called the Log Cabin. When Neil headed to the restroom, he walked in on a man who had not locked the door. As he apologized and turned to step out of the one-room restroom containing a toilet and a urinal, the man quickly spoke up in his thick country accent and told Neil to come on in, "It's a two-holer."
And that, ya'll, was nigh on one of the best trips home I've had in a month of Sundays.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
We're Longfellows.
When Carly and I worked together at the RB in college, one of our favorite past times was writing Roses are Red poems for each other. I really wish I could share the cream of the crop with you, however most of those are not appropriate for publishing online. Anyway...here are a few of the remaining at-least-somewhat-appropriate ones-- some by me, some by Carly. Names have sometimes been coded, changed or omitted to protect the innocent (or Carly and me).
Roses are red
I wear my overalls daily.
Roots is a novel
written by Alex Haley.
Roses are red
We like our men fat
We'll just feed 'em lots of CG's
and they'll turn out like that.
Roses are red
My face is pallid and wan.
If I need to throw up,
I'll just run to the john.
Roses are red
our work calendar sucks.
I think on The Real World
There should be many more Pucks.
Roses are red
I like lots of boys
I love 'em and leave'em
And treat 'em like toys.
Roses are red
I'd go eat some worms
but they are so slimy
and full of those germs.
Roses are red
XXX XXX's legs are so hairy.
If he doesn't hide them,
he never will marry.
Roses are red
I used to like Bill.
But that was so stupid
'cause now look how I feel.
Roses are red
I saw you kiss Opie.
And now when you see him
you feel really dopey.
Roses are red
I never read Ethan Frome
But I tell you one thing
I've got stinky-feet syndrome.
Roses are red
Bill is a pity.
'Cause he could have had you,
but he chose Salt Lake City.
Roses are red
Mike is a cutie.
He's better than Matt
despite his inferior booty.
Roses are red
Donettes are my fave
Second only to CG's
Thank Heavens for Dave.
Roses are red
Matt is definitely a hottie
'cause he has a really cute face
and a damn sexy body.
Roses are red
My favorite males here at work
are Rudy and Micah
but not Doug--he's a jerk.
Roses are red
We are so freakin' funny
but enough to do stand-up
and earn lots of money.
Roses are red
We are the queens of stalking
Sometimes we stand around
or pretend that we're walking.
Roses are red
I'm sittin' here eatin'
The first Batman movie
starred Michael Keaton.
Roses are red
Beck is a stud
When dirt gets real wet
they start calling it mud.
Roses are red
I'm going to Beck
I wonder if I'll get
to go backstage and neck?
Roses are red
Your pants are shiny not denim.
They turned XXXX XXXX's head
or is it what's in 'em?
Roses are red
I rhyme like Adam Sandler
If Jobdirect doesn't work
I'll be a panhandler.
Roses are red
I need to get in shape.
Do you think I could do it
with saran wrap and scotch tape?
Roses are red
I'm too lazy for thin thighs.
I need a personal trainer
who'll hit me when I eat pizzapies.
Roses are red
monkeyboy is old news
'cause he's against our philosophy
of sex, drugs and booze.
Roses are red
today at one-thirty
I wanted to hug you
'cause you are so perty.
Roses are red
if we sit under the stars
we will fall in love
and neck in parked cars.
Roses are red
those Hansons are cute.
they sing and they play
and are pretty to boot.
Roses are red
you love your teacher
but it could be much worse
he could be a preacher.
Roses are red
Monkeyboy sucks
I'll bet he likes barbies
rather than trucks.
Roses are red
I have a bad farmer's tan
from frying in the sun
like an egg in a pan.
Roses are red
I need thousands of dollars
but I like hard workers
with blue, not white collars.
Roses are red
I'm sick of my classes
there's a box in the JKHB
for donating eyeglasses.
Roses are red
I love Al Green.
his songs get me hot
if you know what i mean.
Roses are red
Indigo Girls: lesbian
you say you're a drama queen
but I say "master thespian."
Roses are red
like Opie's red hair
i must have been smoking
when we had our affair
Roses are red
Rudy's in the Bronx
Let's hope there are no women there
or that they live like monks.
Roses are red
I like Britney Spears
She'll be on "Teen Idols"
in just a few years.
Roses are red
I wear my overalls daily.
Roots is a novel
written by Alex Haley.
Roses are red
We like our men fat
We'll just feed 'em lots of CG's
and they'll turn out like that.
Roses are red
My face is pallid and wan.
If I need to throw up,
I'll just run to the john.
Roses are red
our work calendar sucks.
I think on The Real World
There should be many more Pucks.
Roses are red
I like lots of boys
I love 'em and leave'em
And treat 'em like toys.
Roses are red
I'd go eat some worms
but they are so slimy
and full of those germs.
Roses are red
XXX XXX's legs are so hairy.
If he doesn't hide them,
he never will marry.
Roses are red
I used to like Bill.
But that was so stupid
'cause now look how I feel.
Roses are red
I saw you kiss Opie.
And now when you see him
you feel really dopey.
Roses are red
I never read Ethan Frome
But I tell you one thing
I've got stinky-feet syndrome.
Roses are red
Bill is a pity.
'Cause he could have had you,
but he chose Salt Lake City.
Roses are red
Mike is a cutie.
He's better than Matt
despite his inferior booty.
Roses are red
Donettes are my fave
Second only to CG's
Thank Heavens for Dave.
Roses are red
Matt is definitely a hottie
'cause he has a really cute face
and a damn sexy body.
Roses are red
My favorite males here at work
are Rudy and Micah
but not Doug--he's a jerk.
Roses are red
We are so freakin' funny
but enough to do stand-up
and earn lots of money.
Roses are red
We are the queens of stalking
Sometimes we stand around
or pretend that we're walking.
Roses are red
I'm sittin' here eatin'
The first Batman movie
starred Michael Keaton.
Roses are red
Beck is a stud
When dirt gets real wet
they start calling it mud.
Roses are red
I'm going to Beck
I wonder if I'll get
to go backstage and neck?
Roses are red
Your pants are shiny not denim.
They turned XXXX XXXX's head
or is it what's in 'em?
Roses are red
I rhyme like Adam Sandler
If Jobdirect doesn't work
I'll be a panhandler.
Roses are red
I need to get in shape.
Do you think I could do it
with saran wrap and scotch tape?
Roses are red
I'm too lazy for thin thighs.
I need a personal trainer
who'll hit me when I eat pizzapies.
Roses are red
monkeyboy is old news
'cause he's against our philosophy
of sex, drugs and booze.
Roses are red
today at one-thirty
I wanted to hug you
'cause you are so perty.
Roses are red
if we sit under the stars
we will fall in love
and neck in parked cars.
Roses are red
those Hansons are cute.
they sing and they play
and are pretty to boot.
Roses are red
you love your teacher
but it could be much worse
he could be a preacher.
Roses are red
Monkeyboy sucks
I'll bet he likes barbies
rather than trucks.
Roses are red
I have a bad farmer's tan
from frying in the sun
like an egg in a pan.
Roses are red
I need thousands of dollars
but I like hard workers
with blue, not white collars.
Roses are red
I'm sick of my classes
there's a box in the JKHB
for donating eyeglasses.
Roses are red
I love Al Green.
his songs get me hot
if you know what i mean.
Roses are red
Indigo Girls: lesbian
you say you're a drama queen
but I say "master thespian."
Roses are red
like Opie's red hair
i must have been smoking
when we had our affair
Roses are red
Rudy's in the Bronx
Let's hope there are no women there
or that they live like monks.
Roses are red
I like Britney Spears
She'll be on "Teen Idols"
in just a few years.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Thursday was a BIG Day for Me
This is a photo I took last week (which means that lady is not me, just in case any of you think it might be).
Following his speech, the President came down from the stand, and since I was in the center of the front row, I got to meet him. As my boss introduced me and told the President I worked for him, I shook Bush's hand and touched his arm twice. He said "Thank you" to me...possibly for working for my boss? But I like to think it was for the arm touches.
Following his speech, the President came down from the stand, and since I was in the center of the front row, I got to meet him. As my boss introduced me and told the President I worked for him, I shook Bush's hand and touched his arm twice. He said "Thank you" to me...possibly for working for my boss? But I like to think it was for the arm touches.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Thursday, June 16, 2005
One Day Early
Because I won't have internet access tomorrow, I've pushed up the Name that Song day to the 16th this month.
Be the first to EMAIL ME (see my profile page for email address) with the correct artist and song title to win a smashing prize. Good luck.
Name this song:
So draw the curtain, honey.
Turn the lights down low.
We'll find some country music on the radio.
Be the first to EMAIL ME (see my profile page for email address) with the correct artist and song title to win a smashing prize. Good luck.
Name this song:
So draw the curtain, honey.
Turn the lights down low.
We'll find some country music on the radio.
Monday, June 13, 2005
Why do you want to see this crap so much, Missy?
This was what my 5-year-old brother said to me yesterday regarding Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I'm not saying it wasn't crap, but I found it to be entertaining crap and I liked it--even if it does have freaky Angelina who wore Billy Bob's blood around her neck and denied an incestuous relationship with her brother even though they look like this, or Mr. Pitt who is clearly not in anyone's good graces right now, well except for the brother-kisser's. But I have a hard time hating him ever since Schatze turned me on to the way he eats. But I'm not too hard to please anyway when it comes to movies--or at least I'm no movie snob like my brother.
I wonder what his opinion would be of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. A few years ago, Roxy introduced me to the book. It was cute and I, in turn, gave it to my 13-year-old sister. Needless to say, we were excited for the movie to come out. I was able to resist Roxy & Camelio's invitation to fly out for opening night, and when I did see it here, I was 1 of only 4 people who left the theater with dry eyes. Since then, I have received a recorded voice message from the actresses in the film, as well as 2 Sisterhood e-cards, courtesy of Schatze and Pickles. Maybe we are all obsessed, but that's nothing new for me. You should check it out. Laugh. Cry. Share the Pants.
Speaking of celebrities, on Sunday at the munch and mingle I was able to meet the anonymous commenter and friend of VGQA from a couple of posts back. Actually meeting someone who stumbled on to my blog immediately after I saw the blonde-ticket-avoiding-testimony-girl from the same post at the symphony on Friday night made me realize I need to be a little more careful about whom and what I write. Maybe my ward better be off limits--although I'm really cutting off a valuable resource with that one. ouch.
I wonder what his opinion would be of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. A few years ago, Roxy introduced me to the book. It was cute and I, in turn, gave it to my 13-year-old sister. Needless to say, we were excited for the movie to come out. I was able to resist Roxy & Camelio's invitation to fly out for opening night, and when I did see it here, I was 1 of only 4 people who left the theater with dry eyes. Since then, I have received a recorded voice message from the actresses in the film, as well as 2 Sisterhood e-cards, courtesy of Schatze and Pickles. Maybe we are all obsessed, but that's nothing new for me. You should check it out. Laugh. Cry. Share the Pants.
Speaking of celebrities, on Sunday at the munch and mingle I was able to meet the anonymous commenter and friend of VGQA from a couple of posts back. Actually meeting someone who stumbled on to my blog immediately after I saw the blonde-ticket-avoiding-testimony-girl from the same post at the symphony on Friday night made me realize I need to be a little more careful about whom and what I write. Maybe my ward better be off limits--although I'm really cutting off a valuable resource with that one. ouch.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Monday, June 06, 2005
Party Like It's 1999
After I wrote in my last post that I had gone out the night before in a nightgown with a chocolate ice cream stain on it, I proceeded to spill more chocolate ice cream down the front of my pink sweater that night. So it's no wonder that at our annual summer cookout on Saturday night, as Neil passed out his delicious blondie (and by delicious blondie I don't mean Debbie Harry) desserts, he cautioned me to be careful not to spill salsa on my white pants. And he didn't even know that I had gone to Target that day with a huge dirt stain across my shirt.
Other than apparently eating like a slob the entire time, I had a great weekend. During my pre-ice-cream-stained Thursday night, I saw the very good question asker at a bridal shower and seriously considered going home and deleting the post I had written about her. I could barely respond to her because all I was thinking about was how I had written about her on my blog. And how she reads blogs. And has now read Kacy's & Christian's. And how she is just one step away from finding me out. And now I have pictures of myself on my blog...
Friday, I saw A Midsummer Night's Dream at an outdoor theater where I was even entertained with a heated argument on the row in front of me during intermission. And our cookout on Saturday was a success and everyone who attended seemed to have a good time, even if Pickles and I never did get around to leg wrestling. (Pickles, you are still on anytime--bring your own pants.) However, while everyone was eating and mingling in the moonlight, they were oblivious to some funny things that had happened/were happening behind the scenes.
No one knew that when our first guest arrived 20 minutes early, Schatze was not all the way dressed and had to do some military style crawling under the windows...or that when I went upstairs to find a needle so Pickles could show us a trick, Schatze, Karen and I had a good laugh over our guest who was in the living room all alone and singing "Somewhere Only We Know" by Keane really loudly to no one but himself. As we came down the stairs after eavesdropping on the singer, Jonas was at the bottom of the stairs saying, "Where's Marcy and Tiffany?" (And by Tiffany, we assume he meant Schatze)...he then told us that they were taking off and had "lost [the Living Room singer] to the music an hour ago." After which the Living Room singer was just standing there with his hand in the air. What was he doing? Waving? No one really knows...but Schatze gave him a high 5 just in case that's what he was looking for.
Yesterday was not a bad day either...especially after a girl in our ward confessed in her testimony to swearing. "But it's not like I'm mad or anything...it's more for comic relief." After which she told us she usually can get out of anything..."like when I get pulled over. I don't pay for this blonde hair for nothing." And after church, we came home and were able to break our fast (or devour like wild animals) with a LOT of cookout leftovers and shoot the breeze on the deck for a couple of hours, and that, my friends, is a mad crunk weekend.
Other than apparently eating like a slob the entire time, I had a great weekend. During my pre-ice-cream-stained Thursday night, I saw the very good question asker at a bridal shower and seriously considered going home and deleting the post I had written about her. I could barely respond to her because all I was thinking about was how I had written about her on my blog. And how she reads blogs. And has now read Kacy's & Christian's. And how she is just one step away from finding me out. And now I have pictures of myself on my blog...
Friday, I saw A Midsummer Night's Dream at an outdoor theater where I was even entertained with a heated argument on the row in front of me during intermission. And our cookout on Saturday was a success and everyone who attended seemed to have a good time, even if Pickles and I never did get around to leg wrestling. (Pickles, you are still on anytime--bring your own pants.) However, while everyone was eating and mingling in the moonlight, they were oblivious to some funny things that had happened/were happening behind the scenes.
No one knew that when our first guest arrived 20 minutes early, Schatze was not all the way dressed and had to do some military style crawling under the windows...or that when I went upstairs to find a needle so Pickles could show us a trick, Schatze, Karen and I had a good laugh over our guest who was in the living room all alone and singing "Somewhere Only We Know" by Keane really loudly to no one but himself. As we came down the stairs after eavesdropping on the singer, Jonas was at the bottom of the stairs saying, "Where's Marcy and Tiffany?" (And by Tiffany, we assume he meant Schatze)...he then told us that they were taking off and had "lost [the Living Room singer] to the music an hour ago." After which the Living Room singer was just standing there with his hand in the air. What was he doing? Waving? No one really knows...but Schatze gave him a high 5 just in case that's what he was looking for.
Yesterday was not a bad day either...especially after a girl in our ward confessed in her testimony to swearing. "But it's not like I'm mad or anything...it's more for comic relief." After which she told us she usually can get out of anything..."like when I get pulled over. I don't pay for this blonde hair for nothing." And after church, we came home and were able to break our fast (or devour like wild animals) with a LOT of cookout leftovers and shoot the breeze on the deck for a couple of hours, and that, my friends, is a mad crunk weekend.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Suddenly, I'm Not Half the Man I Used to Be
I was parked behind Schatze in the driveway yesterday so when I offered to drive her to McDonald's for the McFlurry she was craving, I didn't even bother to change out of my nightgown with an ice cream stain on the front.
And after we got home, I got in my bed and Schatze stood in the doorway to my room wearing her new Bono sunglasses and asking me questions like, "Would you rather kiss Little Richard or Richard Simmons?" She was also surprised that I would rather kiss Vin Diesel than LL Cool J. After all, it's true that the Ladies Love Cool James (but probably not as much as Schatze).
Yesterday, I seriously considered the fact that I have been taking advantage of the casual dress policy at work when, for once, I did dress up and my boss assumed I had a job interview. But that doesn't mean I'm not back in my capris today and just staring at the ringing phone saying "hmmmm" before I answer it.
And after we got home, I got in my bed and Schatze stood in the doorway to my room wearing her new Bono sunglasses and asking me questions like, "Would you rather kiss Little Richard or Richard Simmons?" She was also surprised that I would rather kiss Vin Diesel than LL Cool J. After all, it's true that the Ladies Love Cool James (but probably not as much as Schatze).
Yesterday, I seriously considered the fact that I have been taking advantage of the casual dress policy at work when, for once, I did dress up and my boss assumed I had a job interview. But that doesn't mean I'm not back in my capris today and just staring at the ringing phone saying "hmmmm" before I answer it.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Flowers & Chicken Chunks & No Pictures Whatsoever.
I bought some peonies this weekend and put them in my room because my mom gave me a vase for Christmas and told me they were for peonies. I thought that was sweet because she knows I think they are gorgeous and smell so good. I definitely think they are the prettiest and nicest smelling flowers. But I have had a problem staring at them, it's like I can't stop. I think Wayne thinks I'm crazy because I have made her come up to my room three times to look at them.
I wanted to put a picture on this post but all my searches for peonies have been fruitless. Not to mention the fact that I have said the word "peony" so many times that it is starting to sound funny and I don't even know how I pronounce it anymore. Anyway, I didn't realize there were so many different looking peonies, and all the pictures I have found that look like the ones I have cannot be saved or even linked to. So if, for some strange reason, you really want to see what they look like, click here and then see the photo taken by Marechal MacMahon.
Maybe I really will have to consider a camera phone, as I have been advised, to be a proper blogger. I mean, last week I wasted some good blodder because I needed a picture of a nasty product I saw in the drug store by the beef jerky...dried buffalo chicken chunks. I looked all over the Tyson's website but couldn't find them. And now this whole peony photo debacle.
And frankly, I would have liked to have taken a picture of my lunch today. I went across the street to a cafe that I will never go to again (which is exactly what I said the last time I went). The joint is creepy and there is a major language barrier problem going on with me and the cashier.
Him: That will be $7.07. (I think this is what he said, despite the fact that it could not possibly be the right price according to what it said on the menu.)
Me: 7.07?
Him: Something I didn't understand
Me: (handed over $20.07)
Him: Something I didn't understand (gave me back $10)
Me: (Too confused and annoyed with myself that I had actually come back there to argue, took money and gross lunch and left.)
I wanted to put a picture on this post but all my searches for peonies have been fruitless. Not to mention the fact that I have said the word "peony" so many times that it is starting to sound funny and I don't even know how I pronounce it anymore. Anyway, I didn't realize there were so many different looking peonies, and all the pictures I have found that look like the ones I have cannot be saved or even linked to. So if, for some strange reason, you really want to see what they look like, click here and then see the photo taken by Marechal MacMahon.
Maybe I really will have to consider a camera phone, as I have been advised, to be a proper blogger. I mean, last week I wasted some good blodder because I needed a picture of a nasty product I saw in the drug store by the beef jerky...dried buffalo chicken chunks. I looked all over the Tyson's website but couldn't find them. And now this whole peony photo debacle.
And frankly, I would have liked to have taken a picture of my lunch today. I went across the street to a cafe that I will never go to again (which is exactly what I said the last time I went). The joint is creepy and there is a major language barrier problem going on with me and the cashier.
Him: That will be $7.07. (I think this is what he said, despite the fact that it could not possibly be the right price according to what it said on the menu.)
Me: 7.07?
Him: Something I didn't understand
Me: (handed over $20.07)
Him: Something I didn't understand (gave me back $10)
Me: (Too confused and annoyed with myself that I had actually come back there to argue, took money and gross lunch and left.)
Sunday, May 29, 2005
XYZ
I guess it was about time for me to give a talk since I have made it through almost 5 years in the ward without doing it yet. And if I HAD to, I was glad that it was on a holiday weekend when over half my ward is off gallivanting at the beach together. Yet the pressure from having a surprise visit from a General Authority on the stand possibly vetoed the fact that the congregation was only half full, especially considering that it was just after I sat down from standing in front of that General Authority giving my talk that I realized the zipper on the back of my skirt was half-way unzipped.
I would also like to mention that during a ward Q&A session with the GA after Sacrament meeting, a girl raised her hand with a question. And she humbly prefaced her question with: "I think this is a really good question for a lot of different reasons." Then I came home and read Christian F.'s post about how his dad had called him unhip, and when I clicked over to read his dad's linked post, the very-good-question-asker had commented there. What a coincidence.
This weekend, I need to trim my hair just a tiny bit because the ends are getting a little untidy and starting to split. But now that I cut my own hair, I get really nervous and usually postpone cutting it for a long time before building up my courage and buckling down and doing it. At our April Enrichment meeting, a girl with really frizzy, brittle hair suggested sleeping in conditioner twice a week. I thought I would try this last night in lieu of actually cutting off the split ends in a timely manner. But I wasn't about to sleep with conditioner in my hair and let that hair touch my pillow, so instead I slept in a clear plastic saran-wrap-like head covering that made a crinkling noise all night. And thus my hair was really flat today, but with my zipper down, who was really looking anyway?
I would also like to mention that during a ward Q&A session with the GA after Sacrament meeting, a girl raised her hand with a question. And she humbly prefaced her question with: "I think this is a really good question for a lot of different reasons." Then I came home and read Christian F.'s post about how his dad had called him unhip, and when I clicked over to read his dad's linked post, the very-good-question-asker had commented there. What a coincidence.
This weekend, I need to trim my hair just a tiny bit because the ends are getting a little untidy and starting to split. But now that I cut my own hair, I get really nervous and usually postpone cutting it for a long time before building up my courage and buckling down and doing it. At our April Enrichment meeting, a girl with really frizzy, brittle hair suggested sleeping in conditioner twice a week. I thought I would try this last night in lieu of actually cutting off the split ends in a timely manner. But I wasn't about to sleep with conditioner in my hair and let that hair touch my pillow, so instead I slept in a clear plastic saran-wrap-like head covering that made a crinkling noise all night. And thus my hair was really flat today, but with my zipper down, who was really looking anyway?
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Obsessions: Past & Present
In no particular order, here are some of my life's obsessions:
Weezer. In a previous post, I showed my Weezer fan club card. I joined in high school and would get monthly updates in the mail from the fan club presidents. They even sent us an annual listing of all the other Weezer fan club members so we could meet up with other locals. And when I was a Freshman at BYU, I got a call from a fellow club member in a nearby dorm. I force myself to listen to the cds over and over until I love every song, especially the ones that take awhile to grow on me.
NASCAR. Say what you want, I think it is C-O-O-L.
Top Gun: When I was a Freshman at BYU, I watched this movie about once a week. I felt the need, the need for speed. During the opening credits when the screen is on that talks about the school and then ends with "they call it...Top Gun"----yeah, I had that memorized.
BYU Basketball player to remain nameless. In my scrapbook from my Freshman year, I have pictures I cut out of him from The Daily Universe Sports section. But we DID go to the Heritage Halls Invitational together! After he returned from his mission and basketball practice had started, I bought a new outfit and waited on some stairs in the RB I knew he would have to pass on his way back from practice to the Fieldhouse. When he did pass, I act surprised to see him. After we talked, and he asked if he could come over that night then headed over to the Fieldhouse, there was some major hug-jumping between Carly and me in the Intramural office.
John Wayne. I don't think I need to explain this to any of you after last week's post.
Romeo & Juliet. The movie. With Leonardo. I have a page in my scrapbook dedicated to it, too. I saw it 3x in the theater. I have the soundtracks (Vol. 1 & Vol. 2) This obsession post is making me realize I was a freaky, nutso Freshman.
One of the local bands in Provo from my Freshman year (again), and another obsession that will remain nameless. My partners in crime (and "crime" is more literal than you know) and I went to every concert they had. I had a t-shirt and a CD. If there were words on the CD we couldn't understand, we would record that song onto a tape and listen to it in slow motion. I won't even write anymore, because the rest is too shameful.
Food. Yes, just food in general. I LOVE it. Dang. I need to get some right now.
Baby Names. Well, I guess mostly just names in general. I like to know name meanings, middle names, write lists of names I like, etc. I have been doing it forever. Once Lizer blogged about it, and then we had to email and share all our favorites.
The Number 9. It's so cool. I was a math geek in high school. Thank goodness for DVD players because I can get distracted watching the VCR counter waiting for it to hit multiples of 9. If any number is short enough (less than 6 digits or so), I quickly figure out if it is a multiple of 9 or not.
Italy. It all started with Italian class at BYU and the bello men who taught it. And there was Carly which only fueled the obsession fire. We bought dresses to wear to a club there (our Italy dresses) and leather passport cases to use when we went. We took pictures of ourselves making gnocchi at my apartment and left them in our teacher's mailbox. I could go on and on. Really. Have either of us been yet? No.
Ok although, I could go on with more obsessions, I'll just stop here and conclude with:
Blogging. My roommates fear my blogging obsession. "Where's Marcy?" "Probably blogging." Wayne leaves me notes on her computer b/c she knows I will get them when I go to check blogs in the basement on my Fridays off. All of you who have blog trackers probably think I am a stalker....And according to this post, I haven't done a dang thing to prove you wrong.
Weezer. In a previous post, I showed my Weezer fan club card. I joined in high school and would get monthly updates in the mail from the fan club presidents. They even sent us an annual listing of all the other Weezer fan club members so we could meet up with other locals. And when I was a Freshman at BYU, I got a call from a fellow club member in a nearby dorm. I force myself to listen to the cds over and over until I love every song, especially the ones that take awhile to grow on me.
NASCAR. Say what you want, I think it is C-O-O-L.
Top Gun: When I was a Freshman at BYU, I watched this movie about once a week. I felt the need, the need for speed. During the opening credits when the screen is on that talks about the school and then ends with "they call it...Top Gun"----yeah, I had that memorized.
BYU Basketball player to remain nameless. In my scrapbook from my Freshman year, I have pictures I cut out of him from The Daily Universe Sports section. But we DID go to the Heritage Halls Invitational together! After he returned from his mission and basketball practice had started, I bought a new outfit and waited on some stairs in the RB I knew he would have to pass on his way back from practice to the Fieldhouse. When he did pass, I act surprised to see him. After we talked, and he asked if he could come over that night then headed over to the Fieldhouse, there was some major hug-jumping between Carly and me in the Intramural office.
John Wayne. I don't think I need to explain this to any of you after last week's post.
Romeo & Juliet. The movie. With Leonardo. I have a page in my scrapbook dedicated to it, too. I saw it 3x in the theater. I have the soundtracks (Vol. 1 & Vol. 2) This obsession post is making me realize I was a freaky, nutso Freshman.
One of the local bands in Provo from my Freshman year (again), and another obsession that will remain nameless. My partners in crime (and "crime" is more literal than you know) and I went to every concert they had. I had a t-shirt and a CD. If there were words on the CD we couldn't understand, we would record that song onto a tape and listen to it in slow motion. I won't even write anymore, because the rest is too shameful.
Food. Yes, just food in general. I LOVE it. Dang. I need to get some right now.
Baby Names. Well, I guess mostly just names in general. I like to know name meanings, middle names, write lists of names I like, etc. I have been doing it forever. Once Lizer blogged about it, and then we had to email and share all our favorites.
The Number 9. It's so cool. I was a math geek in high school. Thank goodness for DVD players because I can get distracted watching the VCR counter waiting for it to hit multiples of 9. If any number is short enough (less than 6 digits or so), I quickly figure out if it is a multiple of 9 or not.
Italy. It all started with Italian class at BYU and the bello men who taught it. And there was Carly which only fueled the obsession fire. We bought dresses to wear to a club there (our Italy dresses) and leather passport cases to use when we went. We took pictures of ourselves making gnocchi at my apartment and left them in our teacher's mailbox. I could go on and on. Really. Have either of us been yet? No.
Ok although, I could go on with more obsessions, I'll just stop here and conclude with:
Blogging. My roommates fear my blogging obsession. "Where's Marcy?" "Probably blogging." Wayne leaves me notes on her computer b/c she knows I will get them when I go to check blogs in the basement on my Fridays off. All of you who have blog trackers probably think I am a stalker....And according to this post, I haven't done a dang thing to prove you wrong.
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