1. Saturday I bought Paula Abdul’s Get Up and Dance WorkoutVideo. Yes, the one from 1994. Schatze asked me if it was in the One Spot at Target for $1. Oh no, I paid full price for it. I told Carly yesterday that I bought it and she told me she had it. I felt better for a minute until I realized that she probably bought it when it came out 11 years ago and she was 15 years old. Anyway, I did it last night and I thought it was fun. I was however disappointed that only the warm-up and cool-down portions were done to Paula Abdul songs and the main “routine” segment wasn’t. AND not even once did I hear part of “Cold Hearted Snake.”
2. Last night I watched 7th Heaven. I kept hearing ads for it on the radio yesterday saying “Lucy goes on her first date.” It’s embarrassing to say that I know which girl is Lucy and that she is married and recently had a baby on the show, so I was perplexed. It turns out it was RUTHIE having her first date. What was odd was that the boy she was going out with may have had more makeup on than she did. I also am disturbed by the fact that the twin boys in the family, who are probably about 7 years old, still talk like 3 year olds. I think they are still going for the “cute little kid” element, but hopefully they will soon be replaced by Lucy’s new baby. You can’t keep dragging it out once they get too big. I think we all learned this lesson with the introduction of Olivia when Rudy Huxtable got too old.
3. I wish I could go home and change clothes. I would be dressed appropriately right now, if I were 17 or going ice skating. My pale pink quilted jacket paired with pink sparkly eye shadow just aren’t going to cut it. But I have learned my lesson and will reserve this outfit for winter fun or going to the mall with my little sisters in the future.
4. Today the Virginia House of Delegates will vote on what has become known as the “Thong Bill.” Apparently it could soon be illegal in Virginia to sag your pants.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Monday, February 07, 2005
Please never call me a man’s name.
I have 2 names. Even though Marcy is just a nickname, it has been around long enough, and I’m called Marcy by enough people, that I consider it, well not the same as my real name, but close. The problem lies in shortening it, which often happens. Well, I guess just shortening it in writing is the problem. For example, shorten Marcy to one syllable in your mind, sans the –ee sound at the end. Now think about how you would spell it. When you see Marc, you want to say Mark. And when you see Mars, you say Marz. I could spell it Marss, I guess, but that looks weird and still doesn’t necessarily get the point across. Plus, I generally don’t write it-- it’s usually other peeps writing to me, for example in an email that says, “Hey Marc, how’s your day?”
Oh well. What’s a girl to do?
So my real name is Melissa and I feel like most of you know that. And if not, you obviously haven’t clicked on my e-mail address on my profile page. There are several nicknames for Melissa and I have been called all of them.
Missy: My family calls me this and I like it fine. I think it is sweet. I am not the kind of girl who would ever go by Missy though.
Melis: I like this one also. I guess I just like nicknames in general, unless they are masculine.
Ed and Amy in my office are always calling me Melis. My boss has never used it, but obviously he has heard everyone else using it. Amy told me that once she was in with our boss when he was on the phone. He told the woman on the phone that she needed to contact me, and said to her, “Oh, you need to talk with Melissa in our office about that. Just give her a call. Actually, she goes by Melis. That’s M-E-L-I-S…”
Mel: I hate this one. I think it has to do with the masculine nature of the word, similar to Marc. The only person who has ever called me Mel when I didn’t cringe was Rudy. And that was years ago, and he was handsome and from the Dominican Republic. So unless you fit those criteria, please refrain.
That reminds me of a wooden carving my grandparents used to have hanging in their kitchen. I remember when I was really young, maybe 5 or 6, always reading it and trying to figure out what it meant. It said, “If you don’t like someone, the way he holds his spoon will drive you crazy. If you do like him, he can dump his plate in your lap and you won’t mind.” I remember asking my dad what it meant, and he explained it to me. But I didn’t truly understand until years later.
During that time I was home schooled, just for a about a year and a half, then I went to public school, then a Catholic school, then back to a public school. Anyway, the other day I stumbled on a blog by a homeschooler, “My life as a Teenage Partial Insomniac” by a 14-year-old in Missouri. In my tradition of bookmarking teenage blogs, I did so. What I found so strange is, only after reading this blog for over a month, did I realize I had been mistaken the entire time in thinking it was a boy writing it. It disturbed me that I had made this huge mistake and I wanted to go back and re-read all her blogs and see if I had missed any major clues about her gender.
Speaking of teenage blogs, I was sad to see today that The Alex Morrisse has decided not to blog anymore.
Oh well. What’s a girl to do?
So my real name is Melissa and I feel like most of you know that. And if not, you obviously haven’t clicked on my e-mail address on my profile page. There are several nicknames for Melissa and I have been called all of them.
Missy: My family calls me this and I like it fine. I think it is sweet. I am not the kind of girl who would ever go by Missy though.
Melis: I like this one also. I guess I just like nicknames in general, unless they are masculine.
Ed and Amy in my office are always calling me Melis. My boss has never used it, but obviously he has heard everyone else using it. Amy told me that once she was in with our boss when he was on the phone. He told the woman on the phone that she needed to contact me, and said to her, “Oh, you need to talk with Melissa in our office about that. Just give her a call. Actually, she goes by Melis. That’s M-E-L-I-S…”
Mel: I hate this one. I think it has to do with the masculine nature of the word, similar to Marc. The only person who has ever called me Mel when I didn’t cringe was Rudy. And that was years ago, and he was handsome and from the Dominican Republic. So unless you fit those criteria, please refrain.
That reminds me of a wooden carving my grandparents used to have hanging in their kitchen. I remember when I was really young, maybe 5 or 6, always reading it and trying to figure out what it meant. It said, “If you don’t like someone, the way he holds his spoon will drive you crazy. If you do like him, he can dump his plate in your lap and you won’t mind.” I remember asking my dad what it meant, and he explained it to me. But I didn’t truly understand until years later.
During that time I was home schooled, just for a about a year and a half, then I went to public school, then a Catholic school, then back to a public school. Anyway, the other day I stumbled on a blog by a homeschooler, “My life as a Teenage Partial Insomniac” by a 14-year-old in Missouri. In my tradition of bookmarking teenage blogs, I did so. What I found so strange is, only after reading this blog for over a month, did I realize I had been mistaken the entire time in thinking it was a boy writing it. It disturbed me that I had made this huge mistake and I wanted to go back and re-read all her blogs and see if I had missed any major clues about her gender.
Speaking of teenage blogs, I was sad to see today that The Alex Morrisse has decided not to blog anymore.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Will you meet me in the middle?
My goal today is to learn all the words to “Sister Golden Hair.” After a failed attempt at getting to Mario’s for pizza last night, I ended up at the Silver Diner. They have those little jukeboxes on the table and I knew what I was going to select the minute I started flipping through the song charts.
Whenever I hear “Sister Golden Hair,” I immediately reach for the volume and turn it up. For me it’s one of those songs that I really like, but don’t own or hear enough to get sick of it. And I’m sure that part of my love for the song has to do with the fact that America is singing about golden hair, the same way I love a certain song with my name in it by the Allman Brothers, even though I consider it a little boring.
Anyway, question about the song: what is the surprise part all about? The name of the song is “Sister Golden Hair,” not “Sister Golden Hair Surprise,” so is the surprise still referring to her? Or is surprise an interjection? “Well, I keep on thinking ‘bout you, Sister Golden Hair. Surprise! And I just can’t live without you, can’t you see it in my eyes?” Did they just add surprise to rhyme with eyes? I don’t get it.
So, my two goals of the day are: 1. Memorize all the words and 2. Figure out if he is calling her “Sister Golden Hair Surprise,” or if he is saying “Surprise! I think about you all the time and I can’t live without you.”
I was also told this morning that it is not cool to like America, but I don’t care. I am going to continue to love this song and turn it up really, really loud in my car. Schatze had been holding out on me that she had this CD and so when we got home from the diner, she dug it out of her closet and we listened to it again. I borrowed it and couldn’t wait to get up and listen to it this morning. I am a nerd like that, but I had to get an early start to memorizing all the lyrics today. I even had a hard time turning on my hair dryer while it was playing.
Also, on our way home from the diner, as I turned on to our street, “Stacie’s Mom” by Fountains of Wayne came on the radio. I don’t love this song or anything but we always have to listen to it because our roommate is named Stacie and, to her dismay, we call her Wayne. So of course, when this song came out we couldn’t believe the coincidence. As I parked my car on the street, I turned it off so it was just on the battery so we could listen to the rest of the song because Schatze was singing the main parts that drag out the last word like “give me the sli-i-i-i-ip.” Then I would sing the back up echo at the end of the line. While we were sitting there a black cat came walking down the sidewalk towards us and we were just singing and watching it when suddenly Schatze, trying to scare the cat, jumped toward the window and started banging on it, actually scaring me way more than the cat.
Whenever I hear “Sister Golden Hair,” I immediately reach for the volume and turn it up. For me it’s one of those songs that I really like, but don’t own or hear enough to get sick of it. And I’m sure that part of my love for the song has to do with the fact that America is singing about golden hair, the same way I love a certain song with my name in it by the Allman Brothers, even though I consider it a little boring.
Anyway, question about the song: what is the surprise part all about? The name of the song is “Sister Golden Hair,” not “Sister Golden Hair Surprise,” so is the surprise still referring to her? Or is surprise an interjection? “Well, I keep on thinking ‘bout you, Sister Golden Hair. Surprise! And I just can’t live without you, can’t you see it in my eyes?” Did they just add surprise to rhyme with eyes? I don’t get it.
So, my two goals of the day are: 1. Memorize all the words and 2. Figure out if he is calling her “Sister Golden Hair Surprise,” or if he is saying “Surprise! I think about you all the time and I can’t live without you.”
I was also told this morning that it is not cool to like America, but I don’t care. I am going to continue to love this song and turn it up really, really loud in my car. Schatze had been holding out on me that she had this CD and so when we got home from the diner, she dug it out of her closet and we listened to it again. I borrowed it and couldn’t wait to get up and listen to it this morning. I am a nerd like that, but I had to get an early start to memorizing all the lyrics today. I even had a hard time turning on my hair dryer while it was playing.
Also, on our way home from the diner, as I turned on to our street, “Stacie’s Mom” by Fountains of Wayne came on the radio. I don’t love this song or anything but we always have to listen to it because our roommate is named Stacie and, to her dismay, we call her Wayne. So of course, when this song came out we couldn’t believe the coincidence. As I parked my car on the street, I turned it off so it was just on the battery so we could listen to the rest of the song because Schatze was singing the main parts that drag out the last word like “give me the sli-i-i-i-ip.” Then I would sing the back up echo at the end of the line. While we were sitting there a black cat came walking down the sidewalk towards us and we were just singing and watching it when suddenly Schatze, trying to scare the cat, jumped toward the window and started banging on it, actually scaring me way more than the cat.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Give a Little Bit of your [blog] Love to her...
Please welcome my friend Katie Blue into our circle of blog friends. She is a newcomer to blogging and is a funny, funny girl.
My Mom Phil
My mom is a high school history teacher. Depending on the semester, she generally teaches AP or regular American History, World History or Contemporary Issues. This semester she has a student teacher. I love it when my mom calls to tell me what the student teacher has been up to. I don't know where she went to college or why she thinks she is qualified to teach American History.
First, she asked my mom, "What was the Cold War again?"
Then a few days later, after my mom had to tell her it was the Civil War that Reconstruction followed, she told my mom her plan to explain Reconstruction. "I'll just tell them if they want to know what the South looked like after the Civil War, to just look at the wall over there." After my mom asked her what in the world she was talking about, she replied that, well, that wall is pretty blank.
My mom is obviously a little worried about the fact that her student teacher wants to make the students look at a blank wall and other things that don't make sense. And while my mom appreciates the time she puts into detail and to coming up with creative ideas, we both agree that her time would be better spent actually learning the information she is going to teach instead of on her upcoming class lecture project: "Reconstruction: Extreme Home Makeover of the South."
I wish I had been in my mom's history class. She is one smart cookie and is funny to boot. Her students call her Phil instead of Ms. Phillips. And she called one of her former students by her street name "Snake."
When I was at home for Christmas, I saw one of her student's school pictures on the fridge and I asked who it was. She said it was one of her aides who sometimes babysits my little brother. A few weeks later, she called me one day at work during her planning period. I heard someone in the background come in and say to my mom, "You're talking too loud." I asked her who had said that and she replied, "Just a student. Oh, you know that girl whose picture you were asking about." Then I heard her turn to the girl who had been standing there the whole time listening and tell her that I had said, "Oh, the ugly one?" I started cracking up and she told the girl she was just kidding.
Also, who else has a picture of John Wayne in their American History classroom? I never did.
A couple of years ago, she sent copies of her American History Final as well as her Constitution test for my roommates, hometeachers and me. It turned into a little competition and was a lot of fun.
Despite the fact that I really liked my high school American History teacher Mrs. Little (she still emails me sometimes), I think it would have been a blast to have witnessed the antics that I'm sure go down in my mom's classroom.
First, she asked my mom, "What was the Cold War again?"
Then a few days later, after my mom had to tell her it was the Civil War that Reconstruction followed, she told my mom her plan to explain Reconstruction. "I'll just tell them if they want to know what the South looked like after the Civil War, to just look at the wall over there." After my mom asked her what in the world she was talking about, she replied that, well, that wall is pretty blank.
My mom is obviously a little worried about the fact that her student teacher wants to make the students look at a blank wall and other things that don't make sense. And while my mom appreciates the time she puts into detail and to coming up with creative ideas, we both agree that her time would be better spent actually learning the information she is going to teach instead of on her upcoming class lecture project: "Reconstruction: Extreme Home Makeover of the South."
I wish I had been in my mom's history class. She is one smart cookie and is funny to boot. Her students call her Phil instead of Ms. Phillips. And she called one of her former students by her street name "Snake."
When I was at home for Christmas, I saw one of her student's school pictures on the fridge and I asked who it was. She said it was one of her aides who sometimes babysits my little brother. A few weeks later, she called me one day at work during her planning period. I heard someone in the background come in and say to my mom, "You're talking too loud." I asked her who had said that and she replied, "Just a student. Oh, you know that girl whose picture you were asking about." Then I heard her turn to the girl who had been standing there the whole time listening and tell her that I had said, "Oh, the ugly one?" I started cracking up and she told the girl she was just kidding.
Also, who else has a picture of John Wayne in their American History classroom? I never did.
A couple of years ago, she sent copies of her American History Final as well as her Constitution test for my roommates, hometeachers and me. It turned into a little competition and was a lot of fun.
Despite the fact that I really liked my high school American History teacher Mrs. Little (she still emails me sometimes), I think it would have been a blast to have witnessed the antics that I'm sure go down in my mom's classroom.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
A Boring Blog - Sorry.
I already subscribe to more magazines than I can read. It must be the new thing in the Tennessee schools to sell magazine subscriptions for fundraisers because suddenly I am getting requests from family members monthly.
First of all, I have already been getting Elle and Real Simple to help support Mothers Against Drunk Driving. Then I got my first fundraising magazine drive letter from my cousin Reed back in November. I thought about selecting a magazine for someone as a Christmas gift, but then I couldn't find just the right thing and I didn't want to settle for giving someone a Christmas gift he/she might not want, just to support my cousin. So I ordered the cheapest magazine that I found interesting: Conde Nast Traveler. The following month I received a fundraiser magazine drive letter from my little sister. Luckily my roommate wanted to order The Economist and so I signed her up for a discounted version via my sis. Plus, I felt great about it because it was the most expensive magazine listed and so a bigger donation was made than if I had ordered anything. Then yesterday, I got ANOTHER fundraising magazine drive letter from cousin Jeffrey.
My options are:
1. throw away the letter.
2. order another magazine that I won't have time to read.
3. give a gift subscription to someone. One of my sisters is having her 25th birthday next week. That is an option, but my guess is she's getting the same magazine fundraising letters I am.
Any other ideas?
Have any of you been watching SuperNanny? Well, I never had until last night. All night I felt so tired and couldn't wait to go to bed. But then after 24 was over, Shotzy was going to crack my back and when she was done I was so sucked in to SuperNanny that I stayed up later than I had intended to finish the episode. I did learn a lot though.
First of all, I have already been getting Elle and Real Simple to help support Mothers Against Drunk Driving. Then I got my first fundraising magazine drive letter from my cousin Reed back in November. I thought about selecting a magazine for someone as a Christmas gift, but then I couldn't find just the right thing and I didn't want to settle for giving someone a Christmas gift he/she might not want, just to support my cousin. So I ordered the cheapest magazine that I found interesting: Conde Nast Traveler. The following month I received a fundraiser magazine drive letter from my little sister. Luckily my roommate wanted to order The Economist and so I signed her up for a discounted version via my sis. Plus, I felt great about it because it was the most expensive magazine listed and so a bigger donation was made than if I had ordered anything. Then yesterday, I got ANOTHER fundraising magazine drive letter from cousin Jeffrey.
My options are:
1. throw away the letter.
2. order another magazine that I won't have time to read.
3. give a gift subscription to someone. One of my sisters is having her 25th birthday next week. That is an option, but my guess is she's getting the same magazine fundraising letters I am.
Any other ideas?
Have any of you been watching SuperNanny? Well, I never had until last night. All night I felt so tired and couldn't wait to go to bed. But then after 24 was over, Shotzy was going to crack my back and when she was done I was so sucked in to SuperNanny that I stayed up later than I had intended to finish the episode. I did learn a lot though.
Monday, January 31, 2005
20 Recommendations
A lot of you have probably already read most of the blog posts listed below. But if not, they are some of my favorites.
1. Carly's acs-and-abbrevs
2. Chantico at Starbucks
3. Kacy's paul bettany hates me
immediately followed by :
3.a. just little more claptrap
4. Sheer Blonde shampoo, conditioner, and volumizing spray by John Frieda.
5. The Stunningly Handsome Nate Perkins' rudy can't fail
6. The Amazing Spider Fan's teriyaki stix more like teriyaki sux
7. Cameron's ups how i love you but you freaked me out this time
8. Christian's dead pioneer
9. Always crack your eggs in a bowl before pouring them into the batter of whatever you are making. My grandmother always told me to do this, but I did not heed her advice because I was too lazy to get out another dish and had never run across a rotten egg anyway...until last night, when I had to throw out all the batter for a boston creme pie with black/green runny, stinky rotten egg slush in it.
10. Mat6t's teacher who lost her way
11. Mat6t's how could this have happened
12. Don't go alone to the DSW at Bailey's Crossroads. I have never been there by myself without lurking creepy men making inappropriate comments to me.
13. The Alex Morrise's say it ain't so
14. Arrested Development
15. King of the Hill
16. Anna Karenina
17. Finding Neverland
18. Don't let ice/snow sit on your car overnight.
19. The Stunningly Handsome Nate Perkins' flying squid
20. Chicken Panang
1. Carly's acs-and-abbrevs
2. Chantico at Starbucks
3. Kacy's paul bettany hates me
immediately followed by :
3.a. just little more claptrap
4. Sheer Blonde shampoo, conditioner, and volumizing spray by John Frieda.
5. The Stunningly Handsome Nate Perkins' rudy can't fail
6. The Amazing Spider Fan's teriyaki stix more like teriyaki sux
7. Cameron's ups how i love you but you freaked me out this time
8. Christian's dead pioneer
9. Always crack your eggs in a bowl before pouring them into the batter of whatever you are making. My grandmother always told me to do this, but I did not heed her advice because I was too lazy to get out another dish and had never run across a rotten egg anyway...until last night, when I had to throw out all the batter for a boston creme pie with black/green runny, stinky rotten egg slush in it.
10. Mat6t's teacher who lost her way
11. Mat6t's how could this have happened
12. Don't go alone to the DSW at Bailey's Crossroads. I have never been there by myself without lurking creepy men making inappropriate comments to me.
13. The Alex Morrise's say it ain't so
14. Arrested Development
15. King of the Hill
16. Anna Karenina
17. Finding Neverland
18. Don't let ice/snow sit on your car overnight.
19. The Stunningly Handsome Nate Perkins' flying squid
20. Chicken Panang
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Lady in Red
Yesterday my boss took a planner out of the garbage can in his office and asked me if I wanted it. I graciously accepted it since he acted like he was really sacrificing something big for me. Maybe he thinks I didn't watch him regift from the trash with my very own eyes.
In my new planner, I decided to write down a list of things I need to do. I'm constantly making lists and my new planner seems like the perfect place to do so. Last week, I was asking Roxy what I should wear to something and she told me I look good in certain colors. I grabbed my post-it pad and started making a list of the colors she said looked good on me, because frankly I'm always up for some good fashion advice. What's really interesting to me about that list is she didn't include red. The reason I say that is because since I was about 5 my grandmother always tries to get me to wear red. According to her, red is my color and unless I'm wearing red, I don't look my best. When I was at home for Christmas, I was talking to my mom and she mentioned that my grandmother had been telling her all her life that she looked so good in red, but she feels like her skin is too pink to wear red and thinks it looks terrible on her. I started thinking about how my skin has pink undertones too and maybe red looks bad on me as well. My grandmother, obviously obsessed with red, has spent all this time sabotaging us. Oh well, thanks to Roxy I can now make correct wardrobe choices.
Anyway, I started making a list of things I need to do and groceries I need to buy, when I realized I was constantly making a mental list of possible blog topics. So in honor of my lists, I now give you a list of supporting evidence that I am obsessed with blogging:
1. I am always ranking everything in my mind for possible blogging lists.
2. I have had dreams about people in my circle of blog friends that I have never met, including one that took place in the future and all of our blogs were being used for examples in a course called "Blogging 101." And last night I dreamt I went to a restaurant and had to log in at the hostess stand.
3. A co-worker just came in to ask me advice about blogging and had questions about the "blogosphere."
4. I was recently told that I was born to blog, probably because I talk about it too much.
5. I constantly have these thoughts: "Could I blog about this?" "Too bad I already talked about this in a blog." "What will I blog about today/tomorrow,etc?"
6. My friend Emily said she has been reading my blog but never comments. I told her to please comment even if it is not a good comment because what I really want to see are high comment numbers and that it's all about quantity for me.
And to think I didn't want to start a blog in the first place!
In my new planner, I decided to write down a list of things I need to do. I'm constantly making lists and my new planner seems like the perfect place to do so. Last week, I was asking Roxy what I should wear to something and she told me I look good in certain colors. I grabbed my post-it pad and started making a list of the colors she said looked good on me, because frankly I'm always up for some good fashion advice. What's really interesting to me about that list is she didn't include red. The reason I say that is because since I was about 5 my grandmother always tries to get me to wear red. According to her, red is my color and unless I'm wearing red, I don't look my best. When I was at home for Christmas, I was talking to my mom and she mentioned that my grandmother had been telling her all her life that she looked so good in red, but she feels like her skin is too pink to wear red and thinks it looks terrible on her. I started thinking about how my skin has pink undertones too and maybe red looks bad on me as well. My grandmother, obviously obsessed with red, has spent all this time sabotaging us. Oh well, thanks to Roxy I can now make correct wardrobe choices.
Anyway, I started making a list of things I need to do and groceries I need to buy, when I realized I was constantly making a mental list of possible blog topics. So in honor of my lists, I now give you a list of supporting evidence that I am obsessed with blogging:
1. I am always ranking everything in my mind for possible blogging lists.
2. I have had dreams about people in my circle of blog friends that I have never met, including one that took place in the future and all of our blogs were being used for examples in a course called "Blogging 101." And last night I dreamt I went to a restaurant and had to log in at the hostess stand.
3. A co-worker just came in to ask me advice about blogging and had questions about the "blogosphere."
4. I was recently told that I was born to blog, probably because I talk about it too much.
5. I constantly have these thoughts: "Could I blog about this?" "Too bad I already talked about this in a blog." "What will I blog about today/tomorrow,etc?"
6. My friend Emily said she has been reading my blog but never comments. I told her to please comment even if it is not a good comment because what I really want to see are high comment numbers and that it's all about quantity for me.
And to think I didn't want to start a blog in the first place!
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
What the?
Yesterday, we mistakenly received “Woman’s Day” in the mail at my office. I was just glancing through it when I discovered this ad for a collectible doll: “God Bless You, Little Grace.” It has to be one of the creepiest things I have ever seen. The creator of this doll is probably in cahoots with Anne Geddes.
Who would buy this? Why? It is $130?
I wish you could see the glossy magazine ad I have in my hand. It is much more lifelike and creepy than the webpage is. Wow. I am stunned and upset.
Who would buy this? Why? It is $130?
I wish you could see the glossy magazine ad I have in my hand. It is much more lifelike and creepy than the webpage is. Wow. I am stunned and upset.
Monday, January 24, 2005
I have a crush on Keanu Reeves
Even after reading about him on IMDB.com.
I agree with everything they say on that website about his “deadpan delivery style and reputation as an oaf,” but that doesn’t stop me. I also got a good laugh out of some of his quotes, one in which he calls himself dumb. I won’t argue with that especially after reading:
"What would happen if you melted? You know, you never really hear this talked about much, but spontaneous combustion? It exists!...[people] burn from within...sometimes they'll be in a wooden chair and the chair won't burn, but there'll be nothing left of the person. Except sometimes his teeth. Or the heart. No one speaks about this, but it’s for real."
[On drugs] “I've had wonderful experiences. I mean really wonderful. In teaching. Personal epiphanies. About life. About a different perspective -- help with different perspectives that you have. You know what I mean? Relationships to nature. Relationships with the self. With other people. With events.”
His bio also mentions that he “Frequently plays man either strapped or sitting in a chair while some type of procedure is performed on him. All three Matrixs, Johnny Mnemonic, Feeling Minnesota, Dracula, Constantine.”
Fascinating. What would I do without IMDB.com? Be disillusioned about Keanu, I guess.
Honestly, I have barely seen any of his movies and I’m trying hard to think of one I’ve seen that I really liked. Who saw Sweet November? I did. I didn’t like it, but I bet I have watched it on TBS like 8 times.
Well, I thought this would be a fun post since I removed my original “Celebrity Attraction Ratings” I posted back in October. I was a beginner blogger then and I didn’t really think that post through. It wasn’t a v. good post and I was getting attacked left and right for answers I couldn’t really stand behind. So I quickly deleted it, because my sensitive blog heart couldn’t take the comment criticisms. But hey, feel free to say what you want about Keanu. I’ll probably agree, but I still give him a 10 on my Celebrity Attraction Ratings.
PS: I would like to say in Keanu's defense, that once I read a touching article about his sister who had cancer, how much it devastated him and how he wouldn't leave her bedside in the hospital.
I agree with everything they say on that website about his “deadpan delivery style and reputation as an oaf,” but that doesn’t stop me. I also got a good laugh out of some of his quotes, one in which he calls himself dumb. I won’t argue with that especially after reading:
"What would happen if you melted? You know, you never really hear this talked about much, but spontaneous combustion? It exists!...[people] burn from within...sometimes they'll be in a wooden chair and the chair won't burn, but there'll be nothing left of the person. Except sometimes his teeth. Or the heart. No one speaks about this, but it’s for real."
[On drugs] “I've had wonderful experiences. I mean really wonderful. In teaching. Personal epiphanies. About life. About a different perspective -- help with different perspectives that you have. You know what I mean? Relationships to nature. Relationships with the self. With other people. With events.”
His bio also mentions that he “Frequently plays man either strapped or sitting in a chair while some type of procedure is performed on him. All three Matrixs, Johnny Mnemonic, Feeling Minnesota, Dracula, Constantine.”
Fascinating. What would I do without IMDB.com? Be disillusioned about Keanu, I guess.
Honestly, I have barely seen any of his movies and I’m trying hard to think of one I’ve seen that I really liked. Who saw Sweet November? I did. I didn’t like it, but I bet I have watched it on TBS like 8 times.
Well, I thought this would be a fun post since I removed my original “Celebrity Attraction Ratings” I posted back in October. I was a beginner blogger then and I didn’t really think that post through. It wasn’t a v. good post and I was getting attacked left and right for answers I couldn’t really stand behind. So I quickly deleted it, because my sensitive blog heart couldn’t take the comment criticisms. But hey, feel free to say what you want about Keanu. I’ll probably agree, but I still give him a 10 on my Celebrity Attraction Ratings.
PS: I would like to say in Keanu's defense, that once I read a touching article about his sister who had cancer, how much it devastated him and how he wouldn't leave her bedside in the hospital.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
FYI: Salma Hayek Already Has a Rolex, Too, Amputee
My friend Carrie in NV just called so she could put the phone up to the speaker because "Turn the Beat Around" was on the radio. She knows that Shotzy always gives me a hard time by saying that I only pretend to hate Gloria Estefan when really I know ALL the words to her songs.
This weekend I made my first cake with my new cake decorating kit and took it to a friend's birthday party. A nice chap there may or may not have been enamored of Shotzy. He complimented the cake briefly, but then spent the rest of the time praising Shotzy (to her and others) for being such a wonderful gift giver (having given me the cake decorating kit), all while rubbing her arm and complimenting her jacket.
Last night while glancing through old entries in my journal, I came upon an entry from a long time ago in which I had compared a couple to the song "Uptown Girl." It was obviously very serious to me and I used a lot of lines from the song such as: "and all the presents from her uptown boys," "now she's looking for a downtown man," etc. Then I went into a paragraph explaining how I viewed myself in terms of an uptown vs. a downtown girl.
I also had some old emails printed out from college stuck in the back...some of my favorite college emails were from Shotzy. She said such things as "I'm just sitting here with a plate of cheese on my belly." And there was one that included the lyrics to a song she had written called "I hate math."
There was also an email from Carly stating she hated Nicole Kidman and loved Tom Hanks. Both of which she has recently contradicted.
I mentioned earlier that I received a kissing kit containing lip gloss and love mints as well as a Jimmie Johnson calendar for Christmas. Upon my return to work, Camelio and Roxy came online and I thanked them for these gifts. To Camelio I said, "Thanks for the kissing gift," and to Roxy, "I'm just sitting here telling Ed (my NASCAR-loving co-worker) about the GREAT Christmas present you gave me." Just last week, I found out I was mistaken and had reversed the gifts. I thought Camelio had given me the kissing kit, but she had really given me the calendar and vice versa for Roxy. Roxy must have thought it was weird that I was mentioning to my co-worker that I received a kissing kit for Christmas and apparently Camelio thought I was kissing my Jimmie Johnson calendar. And I'm not saying I don't. But still. It was funny.
This weekend I made my first cake with my new cake decorating kit and took it to a friend's birthday party. A nice chap there may or may not have been enamored of Shotzy. He complimented the cake briefly, but then spent the rest of the time praising Shotzy (to her and others) for being such a wonderful gift giver (having given me the cake decorating kit), all while rubbing her arm and complimenting her jacket.
Last night while glancing through old entries in my journal, I came upon an entry from a long time ago in which I had compared a couple to the song "Uptown Girl." It was obviously very serious to me and I used a lot of lines from the song such as: "and all the presents from her uptown boys," "now she's looking for a downtown man," etc. Then I went into a paragraph explaining how I viewed myself in terms of an uptown vs. a downtown girl.
I also had some old emails printed out from college stuck in the back...some of my favorite college emails were from Shotzy. She said such things as "I'm just sitting here with a plate of cheese on my belly." And there was one that included the lyrics to a song she had written called "I hate math."
There was also an email from Carly stating she hated Nicole Kidman and loved Tom Hanks. Both of which she has recently contradicted.
I mentioned earlier that I received a kissing kit containing lip gloss and love mints as well as a Jimmie Johnson calendar for Christmas. Upon my return to work, Camelio and Roxy came online and I thanked them for these gifts. To Camelio I said, "Thanks for the kissing gift," and to Roxy, "I'm just sitting here telling Ed (my NASCAR-loving co-worker) about the GREAT Christmas present you gave me." Just last week, I found out I was mistaken and had reversed the gifts. I thought Camelio had given me the kissing kit, but she had really given me the calendar and vice versa for Roxy. Roxy must have thought it was weird that I was mentioning to my co-worker that I received a kissing kit for Christmas and apparently Camelio thought I was kissing my Jimmie Johnson calendar. And I'm not saying I don't. But still. It was funny.
Monday, January 17, 2005
Name This Song
Well, it's the 17th of the month again.. Name that Song day. So you know the rules, email me (see my profile page) with your answer and the winner will get a prize.
"Every dog must have his every day. Every drunk must have his drink."
Okay, well I'm off to Richmond to the Confederate White House. I hope we'll have a winner when I get back.
"Every dog must have his every day. Every drunk must have his drink."
Okay, well I'm off to Richmond to the Confederate White House. I hope we'll have a winner when I get back.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Grandma's Pajamas
I come from a very generous family. And when I go home to visit, I seem to invoke a strong desire in them to give me things. For the past 8 years or so, whenever I go home, my mom tries to give me her make-up. This is totally unrelated to the "go put on some lipstick" comments I get from other family members. My mom just has a heart of gold.
For example, if I walk into her room and she is putting on her makeup and I compliment her eye shadow, she'll say, "Here take it." I insist that I don't want it, I was just complimenting her. To which she insists that she wants me to have it. It is rare that I will return from a trip home without something half-used from my mom's make-up.
Recently my mom has been redecorating the living room. She is really into HGTV, etc and before I went home for Christmas she kept saying things like, "Wait 'til you see my new picture over the couch" or "You're going to love the flowers on the table by the door," etc. So of course, when I got home I ranted and raved over how great everything looked, complimenting all the new pieces she had acquired. At which point, she started trying to give them all to me.
While at my grandmother's house, she asked me what I had gotten for Christmas from my Dad's family. In passing I mentioned I had received some pajamas. She said, "pajamas?" as if it were the strangest thing she'd ever heard. I mentioned that when my dad had asked what I wanted I said pajamas...just some long sleeve cotton ones because sometimes my flannel ones are just too hot. She IMMEDIATELY ran back to her room and said "Well, I have some pajamas you can have." I thanked her and took them home. When I pulled them out of my suitcase, they reeked of "Woman" perfume, which is about a 1/2 step down from the Imposters line of fragrances, if you ask me.
Of course, I threw them into the laundry and last night I decided just to try them out. Why not? I'm sure she is going to ask me if I have worn them soon...She likes to follow up over and over about things. I am going to tell her I wore them while watching "Brigham City." That would seriously make her day.
Anyway, when she gave them to me she told me she had gotten them for herself but the arms were just a little tight and pulled on her so they weren't comfortable. So last night I put on these 100% polyester grandma pajamas and inspected myself. I wish I had taken a pic in the mirror like Kaycee did. I couldn't help but laugh as I slipped on the navy blue pants, which didn't even match the shirt, only to find that she had hemmed them. My grandmother is 6" shorter than me and so I'm sure you can imagine how great these pants looked. Then I went in to brush my teeth and as I went to open the medicine cabinet, I noticed that the seam down the underside of the arm of the shirt looked weird. I was thinking, "Gosh, where did she buy these? Did she make them herself?" Then I remembered her telling me that the sleeves had been too tight on her and so apparently she had let the sleeves out, leaving the extra fabric sewn on the outside of the garment.
I was a sight as I crawled into bed in my too-short, huge-sleeved, flowered, polyester Grandma pajamas last night. But I couldn't ask for a nicer family.
For example, if I walk into her room and she is putting on her makeup and I compliment her eye shadow, she'll say, "Here take it." I insist that I don't want it, I was just complimenting her. To which she insists that she wants me to have it. It is rare that I will return from a trip home without something half-used from my mom's make-up.
Recently my mom has been redecorating the living room. She is really into HGTV, etc and before I went home for Christmas she kept saying things like, "Wait 'til you see my new picture over the couch" or "You're going to love the flowers on the table by the door," etc. So of course, when I got home I ranted and raved over how great everything looked, complimenting all the new pieces she had acquired. At which point, she started trying to give them all to me.
While at my grandmother's house, she asked me what I had gotten for Christmas from my Dad's family. In passing I mentioned I had received some pajamas. She said, "pajamas?" as if it were the strangest thing she'd ever heard. I mentioned that when my dad had asked what I wanted I said pajamas...just some long sleeve cotton ones because sometimes my flannel ones are just too hot. She IMMEDIATELY ran back to her room and said "Well, I have some pajamas you can have." I thanked her and took them home. When I pulled them out of my suitcase, they reeked of "Woman" perfume, which is about a 1/2 step down from the Imposters line of fragrances, if you ask me.
Of course, I threw them into the laundry and last night I decided just to try them out. Why not? I'm sure she is going to ask me if I have worn them soon...She likes to follow up over and over about things. I am going to tell her I wore them while watching "Brigham City." That would seriously make her day.
Anyway, when she gave them to me she told me she had gotten them for herself but the arms were just a little tight and pulled on her so they weren't comfortable. So last night I put on these 100% polyester grandma pajamas and inspected myself. I wish I had taken a pic in the mirror like Kaycee did. I couldn't help but laugh as I slipped on the navy blue pants, which didn't even match the shirt, only to find that she had hemmed them. My grandmother is 6" shorter than me and so I'm sure you can imagine how great these pants looked. Then I went in to brush my teeth and as I went to open the medicine cabinet, I noticed that the seam down the underside of the arm of the shirt looked weird. I was thinking, "Gosh, where did she buy these? Did she make them herself?" Then I remembered her telling me that the sleeves had been too tight on her and so apparently she had let the sleeves out, leaving the extra fabric sewn on the outside of the garment.
I was a sight as I crawled into bed in my too-short, huge-sleeved, flowered, polyester Grandma pajamas last night. But I couldn't ask for a nicer family.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Belated Gratitude Journal: What I Got For Christmas
These are all the gifts I received from family, friends & co-workers:
1. soft red bathrobe. (resulted in conversation about me not having on enough lipstick).
2. bracelet from grandmother.
3. a vase
4. $45
5. Hot pink, and I do mean HOT pink zip-up, hoodie fleece from the GAP.
6. some long dangly earrings with horseshoes on the end (resulted in conversation about the length of my hair).
7. more earrings and a zebra bracelet.
8. "Scene It" DVD Game.
9. Tilting Cake Turntable.
10. light blue pj's with snowflakes on them.
11. light pink quilted jacket.
12. Simon gift card with which I purchased some winter white pants and a teal sweater at Ann Taylor.
13. a mirror.
14. cake pans & a cooling rack.
15. blue & white scarf with matching gloves.
16. cake decorating kit.
17. checkerboard cake pan.
18. photo album.
19. Jimmie Johnson calendar.
20. Kissing kit containing: Kiss Me lip gloss by Philosophy & Love mints.
21. teal and green brooch.
22. Angel of Learning ornament.
22. pink sweater with matching brooch.
23. A poinsettia.
24. A movie ticket.
25. Lots of candy.
Wow. That is a lot of stuff. I probably didn't need to give myself:
1. red shoes
2. red sweater
3. jeans
4. pink & white shirt from BR that I thought would be SO cute under a denim jacket...oh wait, I don't have a denim jacket.
5. capris at BR that I got down from the sale price of $29.95 to $9.95.
1. soft red bathrobe. (resulted in conversation about me not having on enough lipstick).
2. bracelet from grandmother.
3. a vase
4. $45
5. Hot pink, and I do mean HOT pink zip-up, hoodie fleece from the GAP.
6. some long dangly earrings with horseshoes on the end (resulted in conversation about the length of my hair).
7. more earrings and a zebra bracelet.
8. "Scene It" DVD Game.
9. Tilting Cake Turntable.
10. light blue pj's with snowflakes on them.
11. light pink quilted jacket.
12. Simon gift card with which I purchased some winter white pants and a teal sweater at Ann Taylor.
13. a mirror.
14. cake pans & a cooling rack.
15. blue & white scarf with matching gloves.
16. cake decorating kit.
17. checkerboard cake pan.
18. photo album.
19. Jimmie Johnson calendar.
20. Kissing kit containing: Kiss Me lip gloss by Philosophy & Love mints.
21. teal and green brooch.
22. Angel of Learning ornament.
22. pink sweater with matching brooch.
23. A poinsettia.
24. A movie ticket.
25. Lots of candy.
Wow. That is a lot of stuff. I probably didn't need to give myself:
1. red shoes
2. red sweater
3. jeans
4. pink & white shirt from BR that I thought would be SO cute under a denim jacket...oh wait, I don't have a denim jacket.
5. capris at BR that I got down from the sale price of $29.95 to $9.95.
Friday, January 07, 2005
It's My Turn.
Per Carly's Blog Request, Here you go:
3 names you go by:
1. Marcy
2. Baby (by my real mother and my friend Roxy--I call her Momma)
3. Tramp (also by my mom--real one)
3 screen names you have:
1. Catherine Zeta Jones
2. hulloouu
3. mgp2
3 things you like about yourself:
1. I like my teeth (no cavities).
2. I like whatever it is that helps me get such great friends.
3. I have common sense.
3 things you hate/dislike about yourself:
1. This one crazy eyelash on my left eye.
2. cankles.
3. My low blog self-esteem. (ditto Carly).
3 parts of your heritage:
1. John Wayne
2. Boiled Custard
3. Jungle Fever
3 things that scare you:
1. Snakes
2. Arguing
3. no blog comments
3 of your everyday essentials:
1. 8 hours of sleep.
2. Something delicious to eat.
3. checking blogs.
3 things you’re wearing right now:
1. Punk'd t-shirt
2. Lounge pants Carly's mom gave me 5 years ago.
3. Probably chocolate on my face since I woke up and found 2 Lindt truffle wrappers in bed with me.
3 of your favorite bands/artists (today):
1. Alan Jackson
2. Weezer
3. Counting Crows
3 of your favorite songs at present:
1. That one by the Killers that I asked about in a recent post.
2. Laura Non C'e by Nek.
3. Say You Say Me by Lionel Ritchie.
3 new things you want to try in the next 12 months:
1. Cake Decorating.
2. Family History.
3. A new mattress.
3 things you want in a relationship (love is a given):
1. No arguments. If there's a problem, leave a note.
2. To be pursued.
3. Paddleboating in the tidal basin.
2 truths and a lie:
1. I own a book called "The Bombshell Manual of Style"
2. Carly and I have a dance routine to "Brass in Pocket" that must be performed with a feather boa.
3. I collect penguins.
3 physical things about a love interest that appeal:
1. Larger than me, across and up.
2. Heads. This includes face and hair. Or no hair which I can also find appealing.
3. Voice
3 things you just can’t do:
1. Watch full-length animated movies without a nap in the middle.
2. Remember all the Presidents of the United States in order.
3. Watch "Extreme Home Makeover" without shedding a tear.
3 of your favorite hobbies:
1. Movies
2. Reading
3. Blogging
3 things you want to do really badly right now:
1. Chase my brother with a button.
2. Eat breakfast.
3. Watch Napoleon Dynamite.
3 careers you’re considering:
1. Jeopardy! Clues Crew. Seriously.
2. Letter turner on "Wheel of Fortune." Vanna's days have to be winding down.
3. Farmer. Living off the land appeals to me, as does owning a truck.
3 places you want to go on vacation:
1. Italy
2. Fiji
3. Rock City
3 kids names (either boy or girl):
1. Peter
2. Jack
3. David
3 things you want to do before you die:
1. Go paddleboating in the Tidal Basin.
2. Fish.
3. Meet Keanu Reeves
3 People who should take this quiz right now:
This would be easy except the peeps I want to ask don't blog and everyone I know who blogs has already taken it, or has been ordered to take it.
So Schatze, Roxy & Camelio....would you do so in my comment section?
3 names you go by:
1. Marcy
2. Baby (by my real mother and my friend Roxy--I call her Momma)
3. Tramp (also by my mom--real one)
3 screen names you have:
1. Catherine Zeta Jones
2. hulloouu
3. mgp2
3 things you like about yourself:
1. I like my teeth (no cavities).
2. I like whatever it is that helps me get such great friends.
3. I have common sense.
3 things you hate/dislike about yourself:
1. This one crazy eyelash on my left eye.
2. cankles.
3. My low blog self-esteem. (ditto Carly).
3 parts of your heritage:
1. John Wayne
2. Boiled Custard
3. Jungle Fever
3 things that scare you:
1. Snakes
2. Arguing
3. no blog comments
3 of your everyday essentials:
1. 8 hours of sleep.
2. Something delicious to eat.
3. checking blogs.
3 things you’re wearing right now:
1. Punk'd t-shirt
2. Lounge pants Carly's mom gave me 5 years ago.
3. Probably chocolate on my face since I woke up and found 2 Lindt truffle wrappers in bed with me.
3 of your favorite bands/artists (today):
1. Alan Jackson
2. Weezer
3. Counting Crows
3 of your favorite songs at present:
1. That one by the Killers that I asked about in a recent post.
2. Laura Non C'e by Nek.
3. Say You Say Me by Lionel Ritchie.
3 new things you want to try in the next 12 months:
1. Cake Decorating.
2. Family History.
3. A new mattress.
3 things you want in a relationship (love is a given):
1. No arguments. If there's a problem, leave a note.
2. To be pursued.
3. Paddleboating in the tidal basin.
2 truths and a lie:
1. I own a book called "The Bombshell Manual of Style"
2. Carly and I have a dance routine to "Brass in Pocket" that must be performed with a feather boa.
3. I collect penguins.
3 physical things about a love interest that appeal:
1. Larger than me, across and up.
2. Heads. This includes face and hair. Or no hair which I can also find appealing.
3. Voice
3 things you just can’t do:
1. Watch full-length animated movies without a nap in the middle.
2. Remember all the Presidents of the United States in order.
3. Watch "Extreme Home Makeover" without shedding a tear.
3 of your favorite hobbies:
1. Movies
2. Reading
3. Blogging
3 things you want to do really badly right now:
1. Chase my brother with a button.
2. Eat breakfast.
3. Watch Napoleon Dynamite.
3 careers you’re considering:
1. Jeopardy! Clues Crew. Seriously.
2. Letter turner on "Wheel of Fortune." Vanna's days have to be winding down.
3. Farmer. Living off the land appeals to me, as does owning a truck.
3 places you want to go on vacation:
1. Italy
2. Fiji
3. Rock City
3 kids names (either boy or girl):
1. Peter
2. Jack
3. David
3 things you want to do before you die:
1. Go paddleboating in the Tidal Basin.
2. Fish.
3. Meet Keanu Reeves
3 People who should take this quiz right now:
This would be easy except the peeps I want to ask don't blog and everyone I know who blogs has already taken it, or has been ordered to take it.
So Schatze, Roxy & Camelio....would you do so in my comment section?
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
"Sarah Jessica Parker Already Has a Rolex! Need Yours? Amputee"
This is the subject line of a spam e-mail I got today...where do they come up with this stuff?
When I was thirteen years old, I had my first "boyfriend." His name was Tony and I was at least a head taller than him. Tony sat in front of me in Math and Science, and we were always cutting up and getting in trouble for talking and laughing. Then one day I got a note asking me if I would "go" with him. I answered yes and there I was in my first relationship.
After the note, though, things got a little weird between me and Tony. Everyone knew we were going together, but did everyone else know that this actually meant nothing? We didn't talk much in class anymore. We didn't sit together in lunch. We didn't talk on the phone. But this was exactly the way I liked it, after all I WAS thirteen.
During my 6 months as Tony's girlfriend, our boyfriend/girlfriend activities consisted of slowdancing twice at a friend's birthday party, sitting by each other at a school pizza party, and finally climaxing on Valentine's Day when Tony gave me a Garfield Valentine card and a stuffed white dog that actually looked like a demonic red-eyed rabbit creature with a red ribbon that said "I Love You" around its neck.
Shortly after that, I decided I wanted to break up with Tony. At the end of the day when we were leaving school, my friend Stephanie stood at the front door of the school and announced the numbers or names over the intercom that allowed us to leave when our parents arrived to pick us up. I gave her a note to give to Tony as he left the building that afternoon that said "Tony, I think we should just be friends. Marcy"
Stephanie informed me that she had given him the note and I knew that we were then broken up. I felt relieved and things went on as they had before...laughing and talking in Science and Math.
Then a couple months later, I went to my locker at the end of the day and there was a note taped inside that read, "Marcy, I think we should just be friends. Tony."
To this day, I am still not sure what happened with our breakup and if he is still going around thinking he dumped me. I saw his dad over Christmas at the grocery store. Maybe I should have given him a message to pass along, "You tell Tony I broke up with him first!"
When I was thirteen years old, I had my first "boyfriend." His name was Tony and I was at least a head taller than him. Tony sat in front of me in Math and Science, and we were always cutting up and getting in trouble for talking and laughing. Then one day I got a note asking me if I would "go" with him. I answered yes and there I was in my first relationship.
After the note, though, things got a little weird between me and Tony. Everyone knew we were going together, but did everyone else know that this actually meant nothing? We didn't talk much in class anymore. We didn't sit together in lunch. We didn't talk on the phone. But this was exactly the way I liked it, after all I WAS thirteen.
During my 6 months as Tony's girlfriend, our boyfriend/girlfriend activities consisted of slowdancing twice at a friend's birthday party, sitting by each other at a school pizza party, and finally climaxing on Valentine's Day when Tony gave me a Garfield Valentine card and a stuffed white dog that actually looked like a demonic red-eyed rabbit creature with a red ribbon that said "I Love You" around its neck.
Shortly after that, I decided I wanted to break up with Tony. At the end of the day when we were leaving school, my friend Stephanie stood at the front door of the school and announced the numbers or names over the intercom that allowed us to leave when our parents arrived to pick us up. I gave her a note to give to Tony as he left the building that afternoon that said "Tony, I think we should just be friends. Marcy"
Stephanie informed me that she had given him the note and I knew that we were then broken up. I felt relieved and things went on as they had before...laughing and talking in Science and Math.
Then a couple months later, I went to my locker at the end of the day and there was a note taped inside that read, "Marcy, I think we should just be friends. Tony."
To this day, I am still not sure what happened with our breakup and if he is still going around thinking he dumped me. I saw his dad over Christmas at the grocery store. Maybe I should have given him a message to pass along, "You tell Tony I broke up with him first!"
Monday, January 03, 2005
More About Food
Is anyone getting annoyed by my series of short blogs giving you a blow by blow of my day? I would be.
Well, "what did I get for lunch?" you ask. Perhaps you would guess a steak, a coke and some chocolate cake. You would be wrong.
I would have liked that, however a steak lunch seemed a little excessive. Or maybe I am just inappropriately dressed to go in anywhere I could get a steak (Tad's in Time Square I need you now). I hit snooze for an hour this morning which resulted in my mis-matched comfortable work appearance today. I would actually consider sleeping in what I am wearing right now, with the exception of the jeans.
Anyhow, I felt in the mood for a hearty meal. I know that the recent Holidays are a time of eating and eating and more eating, but frankly I didn't eat all that much, it is 1:40pm and I haven't had a morsel of food since 3pm yesterday, and I have not yet made my New Years Resolutions prohibiting poor food choices. So I decided to indulge myself in some Safeway Chicken Tenders. Plus they make a decent macaroni and cheese.
As strange as it sounds, chicken tenders from the Safeway Grocery Store deli are MMMMMMMMMazing. They are spicy to just the right degree and delicious with the Naturally Fresh brand of honey mustard which I happily pay 50 cents for over the free honey mustard packets they will give you at the counter. Once I thought I would be a smart shopper and just buy a jar of the NF honey mustard and keep it in the fridge at work, but it was not even close to the taste of these little cups of it.
So I walked down to Safeway excited for my Chicken Tenders and Mac & Cheese. As I came down the sidewalk I peeked in the grocery store window to make sure they had the NF Honey Mustard cups like I always do before I waste my time actually going inside the store to look. They had just been stocked and I rushed in where I found NO chicken tenders. I mean they didn't even have any of the deli containers of them I could microwave. Only zing ding wings, and come on, I do have standards.
I immediately exited Safeway not knowing where I was going to get my hearty meal. I somehow ended up in Quizno's where I ordered a philly cheesesteak, no onions. The thing is, if I am going to eat this rottenly unhealthy meal I really should have walked the 5 blocks to Jerry's Pizza and Subs where I could actually get a GOOD cheesesteak instead of this one that has a ridiculous amount of diluted herb mayonnaise disguised as white cheddar cheese sauce. Also they didn't have cheese puffs or cool ranch doritos. They did have cheetos, which I always like more than I think I do, but they are definitely not in the same league as cheese puffs. So I opted for the nacho cheese Doritos. Armed with my cheesesteak, chips and drink, I realized I could at least get a cookie. But they were out of the Chocolate Chocolate Chip I love so I got a peanut butter.
I just had an epiphany...Peanut Butter cookies with Chocolate Chips in them. YUM. I need to try this ASAP. I wonder why I have never thought of this before.
I love chocolate and peanut butter together, which brings me to Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. The little ones are good, but nothing beats the big ones that come in the 2-pack candy bar size. The ratio of peanut butter to chocolate is just right...But if you are looking for the perfect peanut butter cup, try Whitman's. I got some in my stocking and they were SO good. When we went to see National Treasure, my stepmom got a ziploc bag and was putting candy in it to take in her purse I added some from my stocking but selfishly poured all the Whitman's peanut butter cups in my coat pocket and only shared a few with my dad.
Moving on to another selfish move I made regarding peanut butter and chocolate over Christmas, I gave away what ended up being my favorite treat. The day before I left work for Christmas break, a client of ours sent us a giant box filled with Mrs. Fields goodies. We all got a sack and filled it and I took mine in the car for my road trip. I had all kinds of cookies, brownies and "krunch" treats. I didn't know what the krunch treats were but when I squeezed them slightly between my fingers they felt as hard as rocks. I thought they must be some sort of hard wafer topped with chocolate or like whatever that hard part of Butterfingers are....so I opted to give them away, eating the soft brownies and cookies whenever possible. As I handed my next to last krunch to my dad at a football game, he bit in and exclaimed, "Wow. this is so good. It's like a rice krispie treat with peanut butter and chocolate on the top." I resisted the urge to grab the remaining krunch half from him and savored the last one I still had in the sack in my car when the game was over.
Well, "what did I get for lunch?" you ask. Perhaps you would guess a steak, a coke and some chocolate cake. You would be wrong.
I would have liked that, however a steak lunch seemed a little excessive. Or maybe I am just inappropriately dressed to go in anywhere I could get a steak (Tad's in Time Square I need you now). I hit snooze for an hour this morning which resulted in my mis-matched comfortable work appearance today. I would actually consider sleeping in what I am wearing right now, with the exception of the jeans.
Anyhow, I felt in the mood for a hearty meal. I know that the recent Holidays are a time of eating and eating and more eating, but frankly I didn't eat all that much, it is 1:40pm and I haven't had a morsel of food since 3pm yesterday, and I have not yet made my New Years Resolutions prohibiting poor food choices. So I decided to indulge myself in some Safeway Chicken Tenders. Plus they make a decent macaroni and cheese.
As strange as it sounds, chicken tenders from the Safeway Grocery Store deli are MMMMMMMMMazing. They are spicy to just the right degree and delicious with the Naturally Fresh brand of honey mustard which I happily pay 50 cents for over the free honey mustard packets they will give you at the counter. Once I thought I would be a smart shopper and just buy a jar of the NF honey mustard and keep it in the fridge at work, but it was not even close to the taste of these little cups of it.
So I walked down to Safeway excited for my Chicken Tenders and Mac & Cheese. As I came down the sidewalk I peeked in the grocery store window to make sure they had the NF Honey Mustard cups like I always do before I waste my time actually going inside the store to look. They had just been stocked and I rushed in where I found NO chicken tenders. I mean they didn't even have any of the deli containers of them I could microwave. Only zing ding wings, and come on, I do have standards.
I immediately exited Safeway not knowing where I was going to get my hearty meal. I somehow ended up in Quizno's where I ordered a philly cheesesteak, no onions. The thing is, if I am going to eat this rottenly unhealthy meal I really should have walked the 5 blocks to Jerry's Pizza and Subs where I could actually get a GOOD cheesesteak instead of this one that has a ridiculous amount of diluted herb mayonnaise disguised as white cheddar cheese sauce. Also they didn't have cheese puffs or cool ranch doritos. They did have cheetos, which I always like more than I think I do, but they are definitely not in the same league as cheese puffs. So I opted for the nacho cheese Doritos. Armed with my cheesesteak, chips and drink, I realized I could at least get a cookie. But they were out of the Chocolate Chocolate Chip I love so I got a peanut butter.
I just had an epiphany...Peanut Butter cookies with Chocolate Chips in them. YUM. I need to try this ASAP. I wonder why I have never thought of this before.
I love chocolate and peanut butter together, which brings me to Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. The little ones are good, but nothing beats the big ones that come in the 2-pack candy bar size. The ratio of peanut butter to chocolate is just right...But if you are looking for the perfect peanut butter cup, try Whitman's. I got some in my stocking and they were SO good. When we went to see National Treasure, my stepmom got a ziploc bag and was putting candy in it to take in her purse I added some from my stocking but selfishly poured all the Whitman's peanut butter cups in my coat pocket and only shared a few with my dad.
Moving on to another selfish move I made regarding peanut butter and chocolate over Christmas, I gave away what ended up being my favorite treat. The day before I left work for Christmas break, a client of ours sent us a giant box filled with Mrs. Fields goodies. We all got a sack and filled it and I took mine in the car for my road trip. I had all kinds of cookies, brownies and "krunch" treats. I didn't know what the krunch treats were but when I squeezed them slightly between my fingers they felt as hard as rocks. I thought they must be some sort of hard wafer topped with chocolate or like whatever that hard part of Butterfingers are....so I opted to give them away, eating the soft brownies and cookies whenever possible. As I handed my next to last krunch to my dad at a football game, he bit in and exclaimed, "Wow. this is so good. It's like a rice krispie treat with peanut butter and chocolate on the top." I resisted the urge to grab the remaining krunch half from him and savored the last one I still had in the sack in my car when the game was over.
What I Want Right Now
The first day back at work is not easy after a long break. Instead of doing all the work piled up on my desk, what would make me happy right now is:
1. a nap
2. a good movie
3. to catch up on all the blogs I am behind on since my computer access at home was limited.
4. our water heater explosion situation to resolve itself (I hope all of you who thought I was irrational about my fear of the furnace exploding feel guilty. I just had the wrong appliance.)
5. some chocolate
6. a coke
7. a steak
I think if I could get my hands on all of these right now I would be a happy camper. I really don't think it's that much to ask.
Well, maybe after a nap my blog creativity will be sparked. I have been having blog withdrawal so I hope these half-hearted posts will suffice until after I get the above 7 items.
Someone please tell me who sings the song that goes...
"Somebody told me
that you have a boyfriend
who looks like a girlfriend
that I had in February
of last year..."
This is not a contest, just curious.
1. a nap
2. a good movie
3. to catch up on all the blogs I am behind on since my computer access at home was limited.
4. our water heater explosion situation to resolve itself (I hope all of you who thought I was irrational about my fear of the furnace exploding feel guilty. I just had the wrong appliance.)
5. some chocolate
6. a coke
7. a steak
I think if I could get my hands on all of these right now I would be a happy camper. I really don't think it's that much to ask.
Well, maybe after a nap my blog creativity will be sparked. I have been having blog withdrawal so I hope these half-hearted posts will suffice until after I get the above 7 items.
Someone please tell me who sings the song that goes...
"Somebody told me
that you have a boyfriend
who looks like a girlfriend
that I had in February
of last year..."
This is not a contest, just curious.
10 Signs on the Interstate in Tennessee that got a Honk from Me
10. "See Rock City" I don't know what Rock City is, but there are about a million signs all over the state that tell you to see it.
9. "Cracker Barrel. Where Comfort Meets Food." Excellent. Just What I Like.
8. "Music Highway" (The signs that line the 240-mile stretch of I-40 between Memphis and Nashville.)
7. "Bristol Motor Speedway"
6. "Welcome to Metropolitan Nashville: Home of the Grand Ole Opry"
5. "Dollywood Next Exit"
4. "Loretta Lynn's Dude Ranch"
3. "Graceland. Love Me Tender."
2. "Exit 152: Bucksnort, TN"
1. "Jackson Next 5 Exits" (this means I'm home.)
9. "Cracker Barrel. Where Comfort Meets Food." Excellent. Just What I Like.
8. "Music Highway" (The signs that line the 240-mile stretch of I-40 between Memphis and Nashville.)
7. "Bristol Motor Speedway"
6. "Welcome to Metropolitan Nashville: Home of the Grand Ole Opry"
5. "Dollywood Next Exit"
4. "Loretta Lynn's Dude Ranch"
3. "Graceland. Love Me Tender."
2. "Exit 152: Bucksnort, TN"
1. "Jackson Next 5 Exits" (this means I'm home.)
Sunday, December 26, 2004
My Christmas Vacation So Far...
I'll start with my drive home. Mapquest told me it would take 12 hours and 53 minutes. I knew I could beat that. You can always beat a mapquest time. But driving that long is going to require gas and food breaks which I raced through, the sole intent being to beat the Mapquest time. I was halfway home at 5 hours and 15 minutes and feeling good. I gave a little honk as I passed the NASCAR speedway in Bristol. The sun was shining and I was listening to "The Old Man and the Sea" on CD. Then my grandmother called and told me a winter storm was headed my way and when I got 50 miles from home I would hit it, so I should just stop and get a hotel. I'm so sure I was going to drive 750 miles then stop when I was just 50 miles from home. She demanded this actually with a tone that instilled enough fear in to me to consider not answering the phone if she called again. But then she would probably think I had been killed in the winter storm. You see, my grandmother is an alarmist. Once she called my mom at work and told her I had been kidnapped after she demanded the landlord let her into our apartment where no one was answering the door. Where was I? At school, where any good 12-year-old girl would be in the middle of the day.
As I drove along, the rain started and just as she had warned me it started getting bad about 50 miles from home. Because of the weather I had slowed down to 50 mph. I said to myself "only one more hour to go." Then at 40 miles from home, I had slowed down to 40mph. "One more hour to go," I thought. And at 30 miles as the weather increasingly worsened, yes I was going 30mph. I determined at this rate, I would never get home. Finally I did and as I ran down the hall to the restroom, I made my mom call my grandmother to tell her I had arrived because I was too scared to talk to her.
All in all, my trip ended up being 13 hours 45 minutes. Mapquest wins.
My 4-year-old brother hates buttons. I don't know where this came from but all his clothes must have only zippers, snaps and velcro. Sometimes we chase him with buttons to make his scream. When he sits down to breakfast at the dinner table he asks if there is a button in his orange juice. When you come up to him, he makes you open your hands to make sure there are no buttons in it. He likes to call them butts for short. He probably learned this from me and Carly. When he says "fish" it sounds like "B**ch." He grabs my cheeks and makes a fishy face and says "you are a B**ch" over and over while my mom and I laugh until we cry. We are crossing our fingers he doesn't do this in front of my grandmother who will think he has learned it from us.
I found out my mom is more irrational than I am. First of all, her heat is set on 85 degrees. She thinks Ruby Tuesday's is the greatest restaurant ever. "Think of how fun it is to eat here," she said. "They have those delicious black croutons." She also sleeps with her blinds partially open so she can see any terrorists who may try to break in. I guess there probably are a lot of terrorists in Jackson, TN breaking in bedroom windows.
My grandfather asked me how much I got paid and then went around telling everyone. My grandmother told me, again, that I need to watch Brigham City. You can only appreciate this by knowing that at least 3 times a month she tells me I need to watch it, relaying the same stories about how my cousin Ryan said it was the best movie he's ever seen, etc, etc...Seriously, I cannot believe how much she talks about Brigham City. So my mom and I were sitting at her kitchen table and she had her back turned to us and said, "I'll tell you what you should have gotten at Blockbuster." I quickly looked at my mom and whispered, "Brigham City." My grandmother immediately launched into her same stories about it and I was laughing so hard I was crying. She turned around and asked what was so funny. My mom was giving me a dirty look but I couldn't help myself. I just made up something about Ethan and moved on.
Last night we were playing Balderdash after Christmas dinner, a tradition at my uncle Cotton's house. This is always a treat because Cotton is hilarious and loves to talk in funny voices during the game. Last night he was doing his "Mississipppi Delta" accent. And really, what is funnier than people with Southern accents making fun of people with even thicker Southern accents. And my aunt Karen can't win for anything so she just resorts to making us laugh by writing things like: The definition for Shilleebeer "Shumting to drink when you are feeling a little bit Shillee."
So now I have written a really long blog that is probably one of those "You had to be there" things. Hope you all are enjoying the Holidays...
As I drove along, the rain started and just as she had warned me it started getting bad about 50 miles from home. Because of the weather I had slowed down to 50 mph. I said to myself "only one more hour to go." Then at 40 miles from home, I had slowed down to 40mph. "One more hour to go," I thought. And at 30 miles as the weather increasingly worsened, yes I was going 30mph. I determined at this rate, I would never get home. Finally I did and as I ran down the hall to the restroom, I made my mom call my grandmother to tell her I had arrived because I was too scared to talk to her.
All in all, my trip ended up being 13 hours 45 minutes. Mapquest wins.
My 4-year-old brother hates buttons. I don't know where this came from but all his clothes must have only zippers, snaps and velcro. Sometimes we chase him with buttons to make his scream. When he sits down to breakfast at the dinner table he asks if there is a button in his orange juice. When you come up to him, he makes you open your hands to make sure there are no buttons in it. He likes to call them butts for short. He probably learned this from me and Carly. When he says "fish" it sounds like "B**ch." He grabs my cheeks and makes a fishy face and says "you are a B**ch" over and over while my mom and I laugh until we cry. We are crossing our fingers he doesn't do this in front of my grandmother who will think he has learned it from us.
I found out my mom is more irrational than I am. First of all, her heat is set on 85 degrees. She thinks Ruby Tuesday's is the greatest restaurant ever. "Think of how fun it is to eat here," she said. "They have those delicious black croutons." She also sleeps with her blinds partially open so she can see any terrorists who may try to break in. I guess there probably are a lot of terrorists in Jackson, TN breaking in bedroom windows.
My grandfather asked me how much I got paid and then went around telling everyone. My grandmother told me, again, that I need to watch Brigham City. You can only appreciate this by knowing that at least 3 times a month she tells me I need to watch it, relaying the same stories about how my cousin Ryan said it was the best movie he's ever seen, etc, etc...Seriously, I cannot believe how much she talks about Brigham City. So my mom and I were sitting at her kitchen table and she had her back turned to us and said, "I'll tell you what you should have gotten at Blockbuster." I quickly looked at my mom and whispered, "Brigham City." My grandmother immediately launched into her same stories about it and I was laughing so hard I was crying. She turned around and asked what was so funny. My mom was giving me a dirty look but I couldn't help myself. I just made up something about Ethan and moved on.
Last night we were playing Balderdash after Christmas dinner, a tradition at my uncle Cotton's house. This is always a treat because Cotton is hilarious and loves to talk in funny voices during the game. Last night he was doing his "Mississipppi Delta" accent. And really, what is funnier than people with Southern accents making fun of people with even thicker Southern accents. And my aunt Karen can't win for anything so she just resorts to making us laugh by writing things like: The definition for Shilleebeer "Shumting to drink when you are feeling a little bit Shillee."
So now I have written a really long blog that is probably one of those "You had to be there" things. Hope you all are enjoying the Holidays...
Monday, December 20, 2004
Why I won 20 Questions...
even though Emily declared at the end, "Well I think if we were to declare a winner, it would have to be me."
(Emily also thinks the objective behind 20 questions is to pick a general, easy enough person, place or thing, to ensure the other person is able to guess it.)
Here's what happened. You be the judge...
A little after midnight on a fun-filled Saturday night, Emily and I decided to stop by a diner for some breakfast. On the way there, Emily found the deck of cards in my passenger car door "52 Things to do in the Car." She said we had to do whatever she pulled out, which happened to be 20 questions.
So she picked something first. She happened to pick the main character from the movie we had just seen. I got it in 3 questions.
Marcy: 1, Emily: 0
For my turn, I picked Juliette Binoche. Of course I admit this is a tough one, but Emily is a connoisseur when it comes to foriegn/artsy/independent films. And I thought of JB because she is in Chocolat with Johnny Depp, star of the movie we had just seen. She got it narrowed down to a brunette actress over 30 who is alive and probably doesn't live in Hollywood. A good springboard. She never got it though, even after I gave her the following hints:
in a movie with Johnny Depp, who plays a river rat, set in France, also starring Dame Judi Dench, and she wears a red cape in the movie and her daughter's character has an imaginary pet kangaroo.
Marcy: 1 , Emily: 0
Next Emily picked a smurf. While I determined it was a cartoon character, she threw me clear off when I asked, "is it an animal?" and she replied "yes." Okay how many of you out there think of Smurfs as animals? Exactly. She then gave me the hint, "Ask about time periods" Then when I asked if the cartoon was set in Medieval times, she replied, "I don't know... I don't really know what time period it is." So of course I never got it and when she finally had to tell me, we commenced the ongoing argument of "smurfs: people or animals?"
Marcy: 1, Emily: -1 (smurf = animal penalty)
Next, I did George Clooney to give her a break. We had both recently seen Oceans 12 , and she got it fairly quickly by asking, "Is he in Oceans 12?" Then she just went through the 3 actors she knows in the movie and got it.
Marcy: 1, Emily: 0
Next she did a Christmas tree star. I got it narrowed down to a lot of vague facts that she wouldn't give a yes or no too...meaning it is a thing, smaller than a breadbox, worth less than $10, she doesn't have one but wants one, sometimes metal, sometimes different colors, sort of shaped like a triangle. What? So the triangle thing really threw me off and so finally she said, "think along the lines of Christmas ornaments." I immediately got it after this huge hint.
Marcy: 2 Emily: 0
Finally I decided to do Stephen Tyler. I knew she not might know his name, but any sort of description letting me know she knew who it was would have won her the point. She got it narrrowed down to a dark-haired rocker in a band, between ages 40-60, who had had hits over many decades. She couldn't get it.. Never did, even after I gave her the following hints:
He has long hair, a huge mouth, has a famous actress daughter, his first name starts with S and his one word band name starts with A.
Marcy: 2, Emily -1 (penalty again, for not getting it even after having been given more v. obvious hints than questions answered)
We then paid and left the diner, having had no conversation the entire time except for our ongoing game of 20 questions. We spent the drive home discussing the previous topic, "Smurfs: People or Animals?" and decided we are not compatible 20 questions players.
(Emily also thinks the objective behind 20 questions is to pick a general, easy enough person, place or thing, to ensure the other person is able to guess it.)
Here's what happened. You be the judge...
A little after midnight on a fun-filled Saturday night, Emily and I decided to stop by a diner for some breakfast. On the way there, Emily found the deck of cards in my passenger car door "52 Things to do in the Car." She said we had to do whatever she pulled out, which happened to be 20 questions.
So she picked something first. She happened to pick the main character from the movie we had just seen. I got it in 3 questions.
Marcy: 1, Emily: 0
For my turn, I picked Juliette Binoche. Of course I admit this is a tough one, but Emily is a connoisseur when it comes to foriegn/artsy/independent films. And I thought of JB because she is in Chocolat with Johnny Depp, star of the movie we had just seen. She got it narrowed down to a brunette actress over 30 who is alive and probably doesn't live in Hollywood. A good springboard. She never got it though, even after I gave her the following hints:
in a movie with Johnny Depp, who plays a river rat, set in France, also starring Dame Judi Dench, and she wears a red cape in the movie and her daughter's character has an imaginary pet kangaroo.
Marcy: 1 , Emily: 0
Next Emily picked a smurf. While I determined it was a cartoon character, she threw me clear off when I asked, "is it an animal?" and she replied "yes." Okay how many of you out there think of Smurfs as animals? Exactly. She then gave me the hint, "Ask about time periods" Then when I asked if the cartoon was set in Medieval times, she replied, "I don't know... I don't really know what time period it is." So of course I never got it and when she finally had to tell me, we commenced the ongoing argument of "smurfs: people or animals?"
Marcy: 1, Emily: -1 (smurf = animal penalty)
Next, I did George Clooney to give her a break. We had both recently seen Oceans 12 , and she got it fairly quickly by asking, "Is he in Oceans 12?" Then she just went through the 3 actors she knows in the movie and got it.
Marcy: 1, Emily: 0
Next she did a Christmas tree star. I got it narrowed down to a lot of vague facts that she wouldn't give a yes or no too...meaning it is a thing, smaller than a breadbox, worth less than $10, she doesn't have one but wants one, sometimes metal, sometimes different colors, sort of shaped like a triangle. What? So the triangle thing really threw me off and so finally she said, "think along the lines of Christmas ornaments." I immediately got it after this huge hint.
Marcy: 2 Emily: 0
Finally I decided to do Stephen Tyler. I knew she not might know his name, but any sort of description letting me know she knew who it was would have won her the point. She got it narrrowed down to a dark-haired rocker in a band, between ages 40-60, who had had hits over many decades. She couldn't get it.. Never did, even after I gave her the following hints:
He has long hair, a huge mouth, has a famous actress daughter, his first name starts with S and his one word band name starts with A.
Marcy: 2, Emily -1 (penalty again, for not getting it even after having been given more v. obvious hints than questions answered)
We then paid and left the diner, having had no conversation the entire time except for our ongoing game of 20 questions. We spent the drive home discussing the previous topic, "Smurfs: People or Animals?" and decided we are not compatible 20 questions players.
Saturday, December 18, 2004
At Home to Re-Group
I quickly came home because I needed to put a stop to the "Series of Unfortunate Events" that has been going since I woke up this morning.
I went to Target where I looked at a lot of things for my little brother and cousins, couldn't decide if they would like them or not and ended up buying none of them, which means I am just going to have to go somewhere else or back to Target to get their presents. This took an hour and a half including the time I retraced all my steps inside Target looking for the list I dropped containing everything I need to do over the next few days and never found.
I then went to the post office to mail Kacy's prize for my new "Name That Song" contest. I jumped in the Express line and when I was next in line the lady in front of me said to the cashier "Those are mine," pointing to about 35 boxes stacked near the desk. I don't know who let this lady in the Express line but peeps were getting angry. Then I got out to my car and couldn't find my keys. I looked all thru my purse and pockets, just as I had done when I couldn't find my list in Target. I looked in my car to make sure they weren't locked in there. Meanwhile someone was waiting for my parking spot. I went back into the post office and the cashier had them. Normally I am not this scatterbrained.
I concluded that part of my problem/mood was the fact that it was 2 and I hadn't eaten anything. I whipped through the Burger King drive through where the lady handed me my drink with a loose lid. You can probably guess that as I took it, I spilt it down the front of my shirt. My new soft pink fleece that I have been wearing every day this week with my new pink moccassins (both from shopping trip with Carly) and planned on continuing to wear them for the next few days.
So that is why I came home to regroup and rewrite my list.
I can also attempt to put on my new windshield wipers while it is still light outside. Next week, I'm going to drive home (12 hours) and my dad told me to get new wipers and check the air in my tires. Well, being a good daughter, I picked up some new wipers today and even bought valve extenders for my tires b/c I can't seem to get the gauge up to it properly. So today, I'm going to attempt to measure the air in my tires also. Not that I know what the level should be, or even how to add air if I need to....It also worries me a little that I don't know how to change a tire. I don't have a jack or anything anyway, but I think this is something I should find out. It can't be that hard, I watch them do it in NASCAR all the time. And last year when a tree branch knocked out my tail light during a storm, I bought and installed a new one myself. Well, at least I have a cell phone, and maybe next time the home teachers ask, "Is there anything we can do for you?" I'll hit them up for a little automotive instruction.
Last night, I exchanged gifts with a couple of friends. One girl gave us all these really nice ornaments. There were "Angels of ________" and I got the Angel of Learning, who was holding a book. I was thrilled that out of all of them she had thought of me when she chose the learning one. Just when I was feeling proud and literary, she informed that she chose it for me because it had "shorter blonde hair, and you let me borrow that church book once." Indeed, I have been humbled.
I went to Target where I looked at a lot of things for my little brother and cousins, couldn't decide if they would like them or not and ended up buying none of them, which means I am just going to have to go somewhere else or back to Target to get their presents. This took an hour and a half including the time I retraced all my steps inside Target looking for the list I dropped containing everything I need to do over the next few days and never found.
I then went to the post office to mail Kacy's prize for my new "Name That Song" contest. I jumped in the Express line and when I was next in line the lady in front of me said to the cashier "Those are mine," pointing to about 35 boxes stacked near the desk. I don't know who let this lady in the Express line but peeps were getting angry. Then I got out to my car and couldn't find my keys. I looked all thru my purse and pockets, just as I had done when I couldn't find my list in Target. I looked in my car to make sure they weren't locked in there. Meanwhile someone was waiting for my parking spot. I went back into the post office and the cashier had them. Normally I am not this scatterbrained.
I concluded that part of my problem/mood was the fact that it was 2 and I hadn't eaten anything. I whipped through the Burger King drive through where the lady handed me my drink with a loose lid. You can probably guess that as I took it, I spilt it down the front of my shirt. My new soft pink fleece that I have been wearing every day this week with my new pink moccassins (both from shopping trip with Carly) and planned on continuing to wear them for the next few days.
So that is why I came home to regroup and rewrite my list.
I can also attempt to put on my new windshield wipers while it is still light outside. Next week, I'm going to drive home (12 hours) and my dad told me to get new wipers and check the air in my tires. Well, being a good daughter, I picked up some new wipers today and even bought valve extenders for my tires b/c I can't seem to get the gauge up to it properly. So today, I'm going to attempt to measure the air in my tires also. Not that I know what the level should be, or even how to add air if I need to....It also worries me a little that I don't know how to change a tire. I don't have a jack or anything anyway, but I think this is something I should find out. It can't be that hard, I watch them do it in NASCAR all the time. And last year when a tree branch knocked out my tail light during a storm, I bought and installed a new one myself. Well, at least I have a cell phone, and maybe next time the home teachers ask, "Is there anything we can do for you?" I'll hit them up for a little automotive instruction.
Last night, I exchanged gifts with a couple of friends. One girl gave us all these really nice ornaments. There were "Angels of ________" and I got the Angel of Learning, who was holding a book. I was thrilled that out of all of them she had thought of me when she chose the learning one. Just when I was feeling proud and literary, she informed that she chose it for me because it had "shorter blonde hair, and you let me borrow that church book once." Indeed, I have been humbled.
Friday, December 17, 2004
Name This Song
A small prize will be awarded to the first person who can E-MAIL me (see my profile page to email) with the correct title and artist of the following song:
"You ask if I love you, well what can I say?
You know that I do and if this is just one of those games that we play.."
Please include your mailing address. Best of luck.
"You ask if I love you, well what can I say?
You know that I do and if this is just one of those games that we play.."
Please include your mailing address. Best of luck.
Thursday, December 16, 2004
How I Overcame My Fear of Robbers Through Hospital Attendance
My first memorable experience in the hospital was when I was 13. I had an outpatient surgery on my eyelid. It had been bruised when I was born and so for the first 13 years of my life, my left lid drooped slightly lower than my right. This surgery was traumatic for me. After the old doctor with hair in his ears fixed me up, I woke up in the recovery room, caused a lot of trouble for the nurse there, and finally declared to my family that I would never have surgery again.
A couple of years later, my grandfather was in the hospital at Vanderbilt. I went to visit him and when I walked in his hospital room and saw the tube of blood coming out of his neck, I almost passed out. I immediately walked out of the room and laid down on the floor in the hallway.
Then in college, I had a roommate who got her appendix out. I went over when I got off work to sit with her. She was just coming out of the anesthesia when I arrived and was still pretty loopy. And sick. I held the bedpan that she continuously threw up in. Then her hometeachers came in for a visit. When they walked in she yelled out in a British accent, "I'M TOTALLY NUDE!" I held in the laughter and told them it was fine to come in because, in fact, she had on a hospital gown. I did find out later that she was totally nude underneath that gown, when I saw a lot more than I bargained for as I helped her to the restroom. Finally I was relieved by someone else and as I walked out of the hospital room, I started to cry. I called my mom from a payphone in the waiting room. A kind older gentleman saw me crying and brought over a chair for me to sit in and offered me his condolences. Of course, he thought someone must have died with the way I was acting.
Later, however, I did feel pretty good that I had done what needed to be done when it needed to be done, even if I did have a minor breakdown afterwards.
I had always been afraid that when a moment of emergency comes, I would freeze up and not be able to react as I should. This fear stems from two separate experiences. As a child, I had an irrational fear of robbers. (Are you surprised that I would have an irrational fear? ) I felt it was not a matter of if, but when our house would be broken into.
One weekend I was visiting my dad and my sister and I were sleeping on the daybed and trundle in the nursery where my new baby sister was asleep. I woke up in the night and saw two figures moving and whispering outside my window. I knew I needed to do something and I was so convinced that the window screen was being cut that, had there been a phone in the bedroom, I would have called 911. I was so mortified that I couldn't even move. I kept whispering "Jenny" until my sister finally stirred. I told her that someone was breaking into the house. She told me to shut up and then rolled over. It took me about 5 minutes and all the strength I had to push off my comforter and actually fall off of the bed and onto the floor. I slowly crawled to the bedroom door and when I opened it, my dad was standing there. I screamed and then started hyperventilating. He asked me what was wrong and I said men were trying to break in. He quickly ran outside where he found that the wind had blown a chair from the porch up against the window and the flag on the house was making shadows on the window from the streetlight. He had heard me fall off the bed through the baby monitor and had come to see what was going on. My family still gives me a hard time about this by acting scared and saying, "There's a flag outside my window!"
Less than a year later, I woke up one night and was really hot. I decided to go downstairs where it was cooler and sleep in the guest room. I did and was still hot, so I decided to sleep on the floor next to the A/C vent. I laid down and looked up and saw a man pearing in through the bottom 6" of the floor length window where the blinds were not quite pulled all the way down. Again, I froze and didn't move. I just laid there staring, with every muscle in my body all tensed up for who knows how long. The man left quickly and I continued to do nothing. Finally after some time, I was able to get up and wake up my mom.
Basically after these two experiences, I realized that despite Ally McBeal-like daydreams I have of myself chasing someone who might grab my purse and then beating him to the ground Alias-style, I am really a huge wimp who, when confronted with her fears, does nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Now the hospital experience was obviously nothing compared to what a real break-in would be like, but it gave me the confidence to realize that, yes, I can cope with unpleasant situations and do what needs to be done, even if I need to have a small emotional breakdown immediately following it.
A couple of years later, my grandfather was in the hospital at Vanderbilt. I went to visit him and when I walked in his hospital room and saw the tube of blood coming out of his neck, I almost passed out. I immediately walked out of the room and laid down on the floor in the hallway.
Then in college, I had a roommate who got her appendix out. I went over when I got off work to sit with her. She was just coming out of the anesthesia when I arrived and was still pretty loopy. And sick. I held the bedpan that she continuously threw up in. Then her hometeachers came in for a visit. When they walked in she yelled out in a British accent, "I'M TOTALLY NUDE!" I held in the laughter and told them it was fine to come in because, in fact, she had on a hospital gown. I did find out later that she was totally nude underneath that gown, when I saw a lot more than I bargained for as I helped her to the restroom. Finally I was relieved by someone else and as I walked out of the hospital room, I started to cry. I called my mom from a payphone in the waiting room. A kind older gentleman saw me crying and brought over a chair for me to sit in and offered me his condolences. Of course, he thought someone must have died with the way I was acting.
Later, however, I did feel pretty good that I had done what needed to be done when it needed to be done, even if I did have a minor breakdown afterwards.
I had always been afraid that when a moment of emergency comes, I would freeze up and not be able to react as I should. This fear stems from two separate experiences. As a child, I had an irrational fear of robbers. (Are you surprised that I would have an irrational fear? ) I felt it was not a matter of if, but when our house would be broken into.
One weekend I was visiting my dad and my sister and I were sleeping on the daybed and trundle in the nursery where my new baby sister was asleep. I woke up in the night and saw two figures moving and whispering outside my window. I knew I needed to do something and I was so convinced that the window screen was being cut that, had there been a phone in the bedroom, I would have called 911. I was so mortified that I couldn't even move. I kept whispering "Jenny" until my sister finally stirred. I told her that someone was breaking into the house. She told me to shut up and then rolled over. It took me about 5 minutes and all the strength I had to push off my comforter and actually fall off of the bed and onto the floor. I slowly crawled to the bedroom door and when I opened it, my dad was standing there. I screamed and then started hyperventilating. He asked me what was wrong and I said men were trying to break in. He quickly ran outside where he found that the wind had blown a chair from the porch up against the window and the flag on the house was making shadows on the window from the streetlight. He had heard me fall off the bed through the baby monitor and had come to see what was going on. My family still gives me a hard time about this by acting scared and saying, "There's a flag outside my window!"
Less than a year later, I woke up one night and was really hot. I decided to go downstairs where it was cooler and sleep in the guest room. I did and was still hot, so I decided to sleep on the floor next to the A/C vent. I laid down and looked up and saw a man pearing in through the bottom 6" of the floor length window where the blinds were not quite pulled all the way down. Again, I froze and didn't move. I just laid there staring, with every muscle in my body all tensed up for who knows how long. The man left quickly and I continued to do nothing. Finally after some time, I was able to get up and wake up my mom.
Basically after these two experiences, I realized that despite Ally McBeal-like daydreams I have of myself chasing someone who might grab my purse and then beating him to the ground Alias-style, I am really a huge wimp who, when confronted with her fears, does nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Now the hospital experience was obviously nothing compared to what a real break-in would be like, but it gave me the confidence to realize that, yes, I can cope with unpleasant situations and do what needs to be done, even if I need to have a small emotional breakdown immediately following it.
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Celebrity Spell Check
Dear Readers:
I know I have mentioned in the past that Britney is dead to me. And she is. It all started when the shocking picture of her with a cigarette came out and spiraled continously downward from there...ending with the recent wedding. Did you see those "bridesmaid dresses," I mean, velour sweatsuits?
But as I have been reading your blogs (and I'm surprised how many of them mention her), I have always found her name misspelled.
The proper spelling is B-R-I-T-N-E-Y. She even courteously spelled it out for us in her song "Intimidated." Email me (see my profile page), if you would like to hear it. She also has a weird line in the song that says, "And if my pgo’s o, no, don’t give up to that" I have no idea what this means. Before she was dead to me, I emailed her to ask, but she never wrote back.
I read in How to Win Friends and Influence People that you should never correct people and I like to stick to that. But I figured a broad generalization like this wouldn't offend anyone, would it? Well, anyway there is no offense meant.
Sincerely,
Marcy Dibbleblotts
I know I have mentioned in the past that Britney is dead to me. And she is. It all started when the shocking picture of her with a cigarette came out and spiraled continously downward from there...ending with the recent wedding. Did you see those "bridesmaid dresses," I mean, velour sweatsuits?
But as I have been reading your blogs (and I'm surprised how many of them mention her), I have always found her name misspelled.
The proper spelling is B-R-I-T-N-E-Y. She even courteously spelled it out for us in her song "Intimidated." Email me (see my profile page), if you would like to hear it. She also has a weird line in the song that says, "And if my pgo’s o, no, don’t give up to that" I have no idea what this means. Before she was dead to me, I emailed her to ask, but she never wrote back.
I read in How to Win Friends and Influence People that you should never correct people and I like to stick to that. But I figured a broad generalization like this wouldn't offend anyone, would it? Well, anyway there is no offense meant.
Sincerely,
Marcy Dibbleblotts
A Visit from Clete
These are just a few of my favorite highlights from the past few days:
Picked up Carly at 1 a.m. Thursday. She told me that Mike had said to get some rest and not stay up all night talking. We talked til almost 4 a.m.
Mike told me not to let Carly spend too much money while she was here. The first place I took her was Potomac Mills with 10 neighborhoods of Outlet shopping.
Everytime we ate, Carly called Mike to tell him what we were having and how good it was.
A strange conversation at my roommate's birthday party about tongues touching eyeballs. I don't understand it or why that would ever happen.
Wasted $4 on blinking Red nose that will never wear.
Read "You Can't Kill the Rooster" in Books-A-Million to see what all the David Sedaris hype is about.
Was told I like comfort foods after rambling on and on about restaurants and food. Carly and Neil, food is not the only thing I know. Although I do know quite a bit about it.
Ate the most delicious macaroni and cheese EVER. Seriously. Hands down the best.
Sat behind a girl in Relief Society whose crack was showing. After conferring with everyone around me, finally told her to pull up her skirt.
Carly constantly was talking about needing to go through my closet, look at my stuff, how she felt attached to my wardrobe and was upset that we lived so far away and doesn't know what I wear anymore.
My mom called to tell me that my little brother found his Santa Claus presents. She told him they were for a poor little boy who has no presents until she can figure out a solution.
Watched Dodgeball. I would have a hard time being good friends with someone who didn't think this was funny.
I was debating on a dress I had on in the dressing room at J.Jill. Carly told me it was a sign that I needed to buy it when Coldplay came on.
Just asked Carly what she is doing right now. She said she is blogging a list about her trip. I better hurry up and finish this one so mine will be up first.
Luckily, my mom called yesterday to interrupt the awkward moment when the Target clerk was ringing up my 5 whoopee cushions.
Crap, Carly beat me with her blog. Just read it. Hers is funnier. Don't know if I can post this. Oh well, for a funnier version of this post, please see Carly's post.
Picked up Carly at 1 a.m. Thursday. She told me that Mike had said to get some rest and not stay up all night talking. We talked til almost 4 a.m.
Mike told me not to let Carly spend too much money while she was here. The first place I took her was Potomac Mills with 10 neighborhoods of Outlet shopping.
Everytime we ate, Carly called Mike to tell him what we were having and how good it was.
A strange conversation at my roommate's birthday party about tongues touching eyeballs. I don't understand it or why that would ever happen.
Wasted $4 on blinking Red nose that will never wear.
Read "You Can't Kill the Rooster" in Books-A-Million to see what all the David Sedaris hype is about.
Was told I like comfort foods after rambling on and on about restaurants and food. Carly and Neil, food is not the only thing I know. Although I do know quite a bit about it.
Ate the most delicious macaroni and cheese EVER. Seriously. Hands down the best.
Sat behind a girl in Relief Society whose crack was showing. After conferring with everyone around me, finally told her to pull up her skirt.
Carly constantly was talking about needing to go through my closet, look at my stuff, how she felt attached to my wardrobe and was upset that we lived so far away and doesn't know what I wear anymore.
My mom called to tell me that my little brother found his Santa Claus presents. She told him they were for a poor little boy who has no presents until she can figure out a solution.
Watched Dodgeball. I would have a hard time being good friends with someone who didn't think this was funny.
I was debating on a dress I had on in the dressing room at J.Jill. Carly told me it was a sign that I needed to buy it when Coldplay came on.
Just asked Carly what she is doing right now. She said she is blogging a list about her trip. I better hurry up and finish this one so mine will be up first.
Luckily, my mom called yesterday to interrupt the awkward moment when the Target clerk was ringing up my 5 whoopee cushions.
Crap, Carly beat me with her blog. Just read it. Hers is funnier. Don't know if I can post this. Oh well, for a funnier version of this post, please see Carly's post.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
The Contents of My Purse
2 front pockets:
keys
cell phone
paper clip
a dime
a hair barrette
2 old empty reese's cup wrappers
one old post it note containing Target shopping list
one silver jelly roll pen
one piece orbit gum
Inside the purse:
first section
1 pair black pantyhose
1 container undeveloped film (approx 3 months old)
1 religious pocket calendar sold to me for $2 by my nun great-aunt
1 flyer about helping iraqi school children with spit out gum inside
1 3x5 card containing goals for 2005
1 CVS pharmacy receipt
a list of what i want for Christmas
ATM receipt from 11/24/04, withdrawal $40
notecard with math re: how much tithing i should have paid this year
Church program
Christmas shopping list
3 empty gum wrappers
1 quarter
2 dimes
1 red pen
center section:
$10 (yes!)
Tithing settlement printout
last section:
Visiting Teaching message
wallet
tithing slip
ATM withdrawal slip, today, $40
dry cleaning pick up slip
check book
tithing check (can you tell I have tithing settlement tonight)
throat lozenges (generic citrus)
dental checkup receipt
nail file, Wet and Wild with purple lips on it
ibuprofen
mirror
2 bottles hand sanitizer
1 red pen
2 black pens
1 purple shell bracelet (from Costa Rica, souvenir from Stacie's Thankgiving trip)
3 empty gum wrappers
1 quarter
1 empty package of Extra gum
chap stick
1 pair of earrings
Just call me Mary Popppins.
keys
cell phone
paper clip
a dime
a hair barrette
2 old empty reese's cup wrappers
one old post it note containing Target shopping list
one silver jelly roll pen
one piece orbit gum
Inside the purse:
first section
1 pair black pantyhose
1 container undeveloped film (approx 3 months old)
1 religious pocket calendar sold to me for $2 by my nun great-aunt
1 flyer about helping iraqi school children with spit out gum inside
1 3x5 card containing goals for 2005
1 CVS pharmacy receipt
a list of what i want for Christmas
ATM receipt from 11/24/04, withdrawal $40
notecard with math re: how much tithing i should have paid this year
Church program
Christmas shopping list
3 empty gum wrappers
1 quarter
2 dimes
1 red pen
center section:
$10 (yes!)
Tithing settlement printout
last section:
Visiting Teaching message
wallet
tithing slip
ATM withdrawal slip, today, $40
dry cleaning pick up slip
check book
tithing check (can you tell I have tithing settlement tonight)
throat lozenges (generic citrus)
dental checkup receipt
nail file, Wet and Wild with purple lips on it
ibuprofen
mirror
2 bottles hand sanitizer
1 red pen
2 black pens
1 purple shell bracelet (from Costa Rica, souvenir from Stacie's Thankgiving trip)
3 empty gum wrappers
1 quarter
1 empty package of Extra gum
chap stick
1 pair of earrings
Just call me Mary Popppins.
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Gratitude Journal: Coming out of the Blog Closet
As I mentioned in my 100 things post, I have basically been a secret blogger. It's because I used to hate the idea of blogging and think it was a waste of time. Well, maybe I still do, but that hasn't stopped me yet. I am an ashamed blogger.
But as of 3:50pm today, I have come out of the blog closet with Loco, Schatze and Roxy....now I am a guilt-free blogger. I can breathe a sigh of relief. I mean, the only reason I hadn't told them is because I was ashamed...I thought they would think I'm crazy or ridiculous, basically because I think I'm crazy and ridiculous for doing it.
Coming out of the blog closet has not been easy for me but I'm glad I did it. And I'm glad that my friends are such good friends that they still love me despite my flaws, of which, blogging is probably not the worst.
But as of 3:50pm today, I have come out of the blog closet with Loco, Schatze and Roxy....now I am a guilt-free blogger. I can breathe a sigh of relief. I mean, the only reason I hadn't told them is because I was ashamed...I thought they would think I'm crazy or ridiculous, basically because I think I'm crazy and ridiculous for doing it.
Coming out of the blog closet has not been easy for me but I'm glad I did it. And I'm glad that my friends are such good friends that they still love me despite my flaws, of which, blogging is probably not the worst.
Monday, December 06, 2004
Back By Popular Demand
Ok well back by Rebecca's demand.
So last night I was at the First Presidency Christmas Devotional and afterwards there were refreshments and carolers, etc...So I was talking with my friend Ashley (who sometimes does the stand alone thing with me at Institute) and I said, "If you had to kiss someone in here right now, who would it be?" After she said who she would like to kiss, I said I would choose Jonas. Now I don't really know Jonas very well, but he is cute and funny and, after all, it's not like it was real. Almost immediately after this conversation, I was talking to my roommate Wayne and Jonas came over and asked her for a ride home. Go figure. We had driven separately because I had come early. So when I saw that they were behind me, I drove home really fast. I don't know why. I thought he might think it was cool that I was driving fast, even though he probably didn't even know it was me. But if he did know it was me, I'm sure he thought it was cool.
Oh well, Jonas thinks I'm crazy anyway because these are the only things I have ever said to him:
1.) Wayne invited him to our annual Summer BBQ in June and he came in through the gate to the back yard and I was ready to greet him and his brother as any good hostess should. He walked up and we stood there with a branch in between us, blocking our vision of each other, but neither of us moved out of the way. Then I said, "I don't think we've been formally introduced. I'm Marcy, I'm glad you could come to our party." I might not have felt so stupid or as if I had acted like I'd just stepped out of a Jane Austen book if he had not replied with "Oh, is this our formal introduction?" and an are-you-crazy-smile.
2.) At the same BBQ I went out the front door to take out some trash and Jonas was standing all alone in the driveway in the front yard. I was caught by surprise that he was out there and exclaimed, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE?" He mentioned he was just looking around and that he had never known our street existed even though he lives 1/2 mile down the street... to which I replied, "Oh, well our house is the place where squirrels go to die." Then we stood there by the garbage can and I proceeded to tell stories about the dead squirrels in our yard and how I disposed of them. Then we walked to the back yard in silence.
3.) Finally, a few months ago we had these "small group dinners" in our ward where you sign up and they assign you into groups of 10 or 12 and then you all have a potluck dinner together. So Schatze, Wayne and I were assigned to Jonas's house. When we were leaving, I said, "I have a question for you." When I said this everyone stopped to listen which really was not good because already I was trying to make my comment low-key. Anyway, I then proceeded to ask him about a t-shirt he had worn approximately 2 years before. He said he didn't have a t-shirt like that. And I looked stupid and crazy...but I'm telling you he has this shirt. The reason I KNOW is because he wore it to institute a few years ago and on the back it said "Nu-Seal." Schatze and I noticed because just the weekend before she had to have her trunk resealed and this guy from Nu-Seal did it. He had us meet him in some parking lot and he looked like Bon Jovi. It all seemed a little shady but worked out in the end. So of course we noticed when Jonas wore this shirt that said Nu-Seal on the back. I definitely should have just asked him about it then though, instead of waiting two years.
Also, earlier yesterday on the way to church, I was driving down the Interstate and I looked and Jonas was behind me. We did not acknowledge each other. Me because I feel embarrassed whenever I see him. Him because he thinks I am crazy. He then passed me. Then I passed him. Then I exited and he didn't. I decided to race him to see which way to the church was faster. I won the secret victory. Then on the way home last night, when I was watching Stacie and him talking in my rear view mirror I thought, "I should have said something funny to him tonight like, 'You didn't know it, but I raced you to church today.'" Then I thought about these 3 past examples of our conversations and was grateful that, for once, I held my tongue with Jonas.
So last night I was at the First Presidency Christmas Devotional and afterwards there were refreshments and carolers, etc...So I was talking with my friend Ashley (who sometimes does the stand alone thing with me at Institute) and I said, "If you had to kiss someone in here right now, who would it be?" After she said who she would like to kiss, I said I would choose Jonas. Now I don't really know Jonas very well, but he is cute and funny and, after all, it's not like it was real. Almost immediately after this conversation, I was talking to my roommate Wayne and Jonas came over and asked her for a ride home. Go figure. We had driven separately because I had come early. So when I saw that they were behind me, I drove home really fast. I don't know why. I thought he might think it was cool that I was driving fast, even though he probably didn't even know it was me. But if he did know it was me, I'm sure he thought it was cool.
Oh well, Jonas thinks I'm crazy anyway because these are the only things I have ever said to him:
1.) Wayne invited him to our annual Summer BBQ in June and he came in through the gate to the back yard and I was ready to greet him and his brother as any good hostess should. He walked up and we stood there with a branch in between us, blocking our vision of each other, but neither of us moved out of the way. Then I said, "I don't think we've been formally introduced. I'm Marcy, I'm glad you could come to our party." I might not have felt so stupid or as if I had acted like I'd just stepped out of a Jane Austen book if he had not replied with "Oh, is this our formal introduction?" and an are-you-crazy-smile.
2.) At the same BBQ I went out the front door to take out some trash and Jonas was standing all alone in the driveway in the front yard. I was caught by surprise that he was out there and exclaimed, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE?" He mentioned he was just looking around and that he had never known our street existed even though he lives 1/2 mile down the street... to which I replied, "Oh, well our house is the place where squirrels go to die." Then we stood there by the garbage can and I proceeded to tell stories about the dead squirrels in our yard and how I disposed of them. Then we walked to the back yard in silence.
3.) Finally, a few months ago we had these "small group dinners" in our ward where you sign up and they assign you into groups of 10 or 12 and then you all have a potluck dinner together. So Schatze, Wayne and I were assigned to Jonas's house. When we were leaving, I said, "I have a question for you." When I said this everyone stopped to listen which really was not good because already I was trying to make my comment low-key. Anyway, I then proceeded to ask him about a t-shirt he had worn approximately 2 years before. He said he didn't have a t-shirt like that. And I looked stupid and crazy...but I'm telling you he has this shirt. The reason I KNOW is because he wore it to institute a few years ago and on the back it said "Nu-Seal." Schatze and I noticed because just the weekend before she had to have her trunk resealed and this guy from Nu-Seal did it. He had us meet him in some parking lot and he looked like Bon Jovi. It all seemed a little shady but worked out in the end. So of course we noticed when Jonas wore this shirt that said Nu-Seal on the back. I definitely should have just asked him about it then though, instead of waiting two years.
Also, earlier yesterday on the way to church, I was driving down the Interstate and I looked and Jonas was behind me. We did not acknowledge each other. Me because I feel embarrassed whenever I see him. Him because he thinks I am crazy. He then passed me. Then I passed him. Then I exited and he didn't. I decided to race him to see which way to the church was faster. I won the secret victory. Then on the way home last night, when I was watching Stacie and him talking in my rear view mirror I thought, "I should have said something funny to him tonight like, 'You didn't know it, but I raced you to church today.'" Then I thought about these 3 past examples of our conversations and was grateful that, for once, I held my tongue with Jonas.
Thursday, November 25, 2004
Thanksgiving Gratitude Journal
I had birthday cake for breakfast. Today I will make my first ever green bean casserole from simplest recipe found online. Is Thanksgiving and can eat and watch movies and nap all I want without guilt. Today can try out Kacy's "doing" routine on stairs without anyone seeing me. Am charging cell phone because expecting many birthday calls today. Carly arrives two weeks from today. Enormous zit magically shrank over night. Can watch as much Seventh Heaven as want without ridicule. Has been raining, so no yardwork this weekend. Have loads of sweets to eat because friends feel bad must be alone on birthday. Have received 2 cakes, cookies and cheesecake bars. Love being alone on birthday to eat said sweets and be lazy and watch movies, etc.
Must go now to get on with day of guilty pleasures. Happy Thanksgiving.
Must go now to get on with day of guilty pleasures. Happy Thanksgiving.
Monday, November 22, 2004
100 Things
1. I have never seen any of the Star Wars films.
2. My family's heroes are John Wayne, Thomas Jefferson and George Patton.
3. My nickname is Marcy for no reason at all.
4. I led my city basketball league in fouls in high school.
5. My mother tried to convince me to legally change my last name to Monroe so I could be like Marilyn.
6. I could probably recite The Parent Trap and Sabrina from memory.
7. When I was 4, I pushed my 2-year-old sister off of a 3-foot high wall onto the sidewalk. (She is fine.)
8. I love multiples of nine but my favorite is 27.
9. I have always thought I will get married when I am 26 because I declared that I would in a prophetic childhood moment.
10. I saw 10 Things I Hate About You 3 times in the theater.
11. Monkeys are my favorite animal.
12. I prefer Spearmint to Peppermint gum.
13. I buy a lot of beauty products solely based on packaging.
14. I would like 3-6 kids. This could change once I actually have ONE.
15. I prefer creamy soups.
16. My great aunt is a nun.
17. I have one sister (24), one step-sister (19), one half-sister (13) and one half-brother (4).
18. My brother is named Ethan after a John Wayne character in The Searchers.
19. I love to bowl.
19. I have never broken 100 in bowling.
20. My birthday is on Thanksgiving day this year.
21. When I get home from work at 6:30, I plop down on the couch for 30 minutes of relaxing, take a load off of my feet television. The problem is nothing is on at this hour. So I have embarassingly started watching Seventh Heaven reruns on abcfamily during that time.
22. I have 2 tapes of solid "Leave it to Beaver" episodes from a marathon on TVLand.
23. My roomates don't know I blog.
24. There is a great little dive around the corner from my house called Taso's. Joanna and I (the only non-Hispanic people ever in there) go so frequently that their one waitress (she doesn't speak English so the owner would have to come out to take our order) now comes out and just asks us if we want what we usually get. "Steak and cheese, no onions? and coke in a bottle?" Si.
25. I have never had a cavity.
26. Two weeks ago, I was intrigued and paid $4.99 for 4 Grapples. The label said "Looks like an apple tastes like a Grape." The label should say "Looks like an apple, tastes like Grape Soda."
27. My great-grandmother Josephine escaped from Lithuania.
28. I was home schooled for first grade and part of second. Went to public school for third. Went to Catholic school for fourth thru eighth. Back to public for high school.
29. I fell asleep during Shark Tale and Shrek. I thought they were v. funny but I have about a 45-minute attention span for cartoons.
30. I feel like my movie star counterparts are Liv Tyler and Kirsten Dunst.
31. I went to an allergist in elementary school. I was allergic to everything they tested me for.
32. I bought my first car last summer.
33. My favorite TV show is 24.
34. I had a t-shirt when I was 2 that said "I Shot J.R."
35. I hate pickles.
36. In 10th Grade, I begged my piano teacher and she let me play "Bridge Over Troubled Water" in our recital instead of something classical.
37. I'm the 1st first-born daughter in 6 generations on my mother's side NOT to have the middle name Ellen.
38. I have seen Britney Spears in concert.
39. In high school, I was a car hop at Sonic Drive-In.
40. We call our house the Limp Bizkit.
41. When I was 17, my boyfriend was leaving on a mission. I was so devastated that he would not be able to go to my prom that I had my own fancy prom in my living room before he left.
42. The summer of my senior year, I dated a guy two years younger than me. And because I skipped a grade, he was a freshman.
43. I lived in 7 houses/apts in the same city before I graduated from high school.
44. I majored in Geography in college.
45. President Bush smiled at me in the Rose Garden.
46. I prefer dark chocolate to milk chocolate.
47. I got an F in Honors Chemistry 111 at BYU my first semester of my Freshman year.
48. I want to name my first son Peter.
49. I used to give the fake name Lily to hostesses at restaurants. This backfired on me in the Cougareat once.
50. I make an effort to only buy Exxon gasoline.
51. I have found 3 dead squirrels and a dead bird in my back yard. I scoop them up with the shovel and carry them out and chuck them into the ravine across the street. Well, the first one I buried, but there are just too many to keep doing that.
52. I saw Signs alone. I went alone and I was the only one in the theater.
Scary.
53. I also saw The Others alone. I go alone to movies sometimes because I have Fridays off. I was sitting in the theater and no one else was in there. A man walked in and was coming toward me. I was getting nervous when he came and sat down right next to me in the empty theater. Just as I was about to stand up and walk out he turned to me, looked surprised, and said "You're not my wife!" Certainly not. He got up and moved and his wife came in a few minutes later.
54. My favorite pasta sauce is pesto. mmmmmmmmmmm
55. In high school I got caught by the janitor playing "Light My Fire" on the organ at church.
56. There was a cute guy I referred to as "lefty" in one of my Geography classes at BYU. One day, I struck up a conversation with him after class. We walked outside together talking and before the conversation was over I had invited him to go to SLC to the Aerosmith concert with me that night because Carly had mono. He did not go, nor did he ever make eye contact with me again. Three years later he turned up in my ward in DC. Still no eye contact.
57. For the past 2 weeks I have either had chocolate cake or brownies for breakfast.
58. Terms of endearment between my mom and me consist of derogatory terms like Ho or Hooker or Prostitute.
59. I really hate to run. A lot.
60. I really don't know if I can come up with 40 more things.
61. Once I got a really long, tight, unexpected and uncomfortable hug from my friend's father.
62. The only time I have ever fainted, I was home alone and woke up to my dog licking my face.
63. The guys I like always have a code name. This is v. different than a nickname. Some past examples are: M&M, fratello, manchild, lui (pronounced Louie), cool ranch and hambone.
64. Oprah bugs the crap out of me.
65. One of my favorite things about Counting Crows' songs is how Adam Duritz writes girls' names into a lot of them.
66. At a time before Britney went too far, my friend Carrie and I would take a song a day of hers and memorize it. Then we would quiz each other on the lyrics by one of us giving the first line then alternating lines back and forth until we finished the song. Britney is now dead to me.
67. Sometimes when friends ask me what a word means over instant message, I look it up really fast and then tell them, pretending I knew all along by saying something like, "I think it means something like this...."
68. About once a month, my roommates and I say we are going to have a small dinner party. We then agonize over a guest list and never have the party.
69. I always lose earrings. Right now I am down to one pair.
70. Approximately two nights a week, I wash my face with the hand soap in the bathroom, instead of my real facial cleansers.
71. My friend Camille and I shared a cd making business called EAR (Earth Angel Recordings). Okay so it wasn't a business. We just burned mixed cds for people with our logo and name on the back.
72. In high school I read a biography of James Dean. My mom was looking at it and was very upset that I had it because it had a V. bad picture in it. The thing is, had she not gotten so upset and pointed it out, I would not have known what the picture was or what was going on in it.
73. I learned about the birds and the bees from Redbook in my grandmother's bathroom.
74. 74 is the age of an adorable gentleman who is a consultant in our office who wears boat shoes and shorts and a shirt that says "Captain Smasharoo." He calls me babe.
75. Once I saw 3 different movies back to back in the theater.
76. I have an ongoing debate with myself about whether I would rather sleep with my bedroom door open or closed.
77. Two years ago, I sent an anonymous valentine to Hambone.
78. There is a huge bush next to my front porch where I stop and spit my gum out on the way into the house after work.
79. I own the video Darrin's Dance Grooves and learned 1/2 of the N'Sync "Bye Bye Bye" Dance.
80. Embarrassing moment: A girl at my ward Thanksgiving dinner last week yelled out to me, "I still need to return your Bellydancing video."
81. This morning I actually thought, "I need to warn Carly before she gets here that all my shoes are ugly."
82. I have a church program in my scriptures where I have all the Presidents of the United States in order written on them and I try to memorize them in order. I am no good at this.
83. Sometimes I get distracted watching the clock or the VCR counter, etc waiting for the numbers to be multiples of 9.
84. My instant message screen name is Catherine Zeta-Jones.
85. My favorite shows as a child were "Scarecrow and Mrs. King" and "Moonlighting."
86. I have never done a pull-up.
87. I really really wish I had some cheese puffs right now.
88. I yell out the answers to Jeopardy whether or not anyone is around.
89. The only time I have ever made mashed potatoes, I was taking them to a dinner at a rude girl's house who is a brilliant cook and makes her mashed potatoes with real cream instead of milk. I felt a lot of pressure and made mine with real cream also. However, I whipped an awful lot and that night at her dinner party we had a bowl of pudding-like mashed potatoes. Oddly enough, the rude brilliant cook was the only one who was nice about them.
90. To no avail, I have googled myself.
91. I can sing along to all the words of "Gangsta's Paradise."
92. I have no idea how much I weigh.
93. I have a computer monitor on my desk that is used solely as a gathering place for post-it notes.
94. My car's name is Rosario but goes by Ro-Ro.
95. 4 years ago in Montana, I was thrown from a horse, almost drowned in a river, and one of my closest friends was kissing the guy I liked all in the same day.
96. I used to be a member of the Weezer fan club.
97. I went to see Cher in Richmond on her Farewell Tour. The first Farewell Tour, that is.
98. I cut my own hair.
99. I have a picture of me with Rupert in the Hello Deli, and an even better one with "The Naked Cowboy."
100.Once a mannish UPS delivery woman winked at me.
2. My family's heroes are John Wayne, Thomas Jefferson and George Patton.
3. My nickname is Marcy for no reason at all.
4. I led my city basketball league in fouls in high school.
5. My mother tried to convince me to legally change my last name to Monroe so I could be like Marilyn.
6. I could probably recite The Parent Trap and Sabrina from memory.
7. When I was 4, I pushed my 2-year-old sister off of a 3-foot high wall onto the sidewalk. (She is fine.)
8. I love multiples of nine but my favorite is 27.
9. I have always thought I will get married when I am 26 because I declared that I would in a prophetic childhood moment.
10. I saw 10 Things I Hate About You 3 times in the theater.
11. Monkeys are my favorite animal.
12. I prefer Spearmint to Peppermint gum.
13. I buy a lot of beauty products solely based on packaging.
14. I would like 3-6 kids. This could change once I actually have ONE.
15. I prefer creamy soups.
16. My great aunt is a nun.
17. I have one sister (24), one step-sister (19), one half-sister (13) and one half-brother (4).
18. My brother is named Ethan after a John Wayne character in The Searchers.
19. I love to bowl.
19. I have never broken 100 in bowling.
20. My birthday is on Thanksgiving day this year.
21. When I get home from work at 6:30, I plop down on the couch for 30 minutes of relaxing, take a load off of my feet television. The problem is nothing is on at this hour. So I have embarassingly started watching Seventh Heaven reruns on abcfamily during that time.
22. I have 2 tapes of solid "Leave it to Beaver" episodes from a marathon on TVLand.
23. My roomates don't know I blog.
24. There is a great little dive around the corner from my house called Taso's. Joanna and I (the only non-Hispanic people ever in there) go so frequently that their one waitress (she doesn't speak English so the owner would have to come out to take our order) now comes out and just asks us if we want what we usually get. "Steak and cheese, no onions? and coke in a bottle?" Si.
25. I have never had a cavity.
26. Two weeks ago, I was intrigued and paid $4.99 for 4 Grapples. The label said "Looks like an apple tastes like a Grape." The label should say "Looks like an apple, tastes like Grape Soda."
27. My great-grandmother Josephine escaped from Lithuania.
28. I was home schooled for first grade and part of second. Went to public school for third. Went to Catholic school for fourth thru eighth. Back to public for high school.
29. I fell asleep during Shark Tale and Shrek. I thought they were v. funny but I have about a 45-minute attention span for cartoons.
30. I feel like my movie star counterparts are Liv Tyler and Kirsten Dunst.
31. I went to an allergist in elementary school. I was allergic to everything they tested me for.
32. I bought my first car last summer.
33. My favorite TV show is 24.
34. I had a t-shirt when I was 2 that said "I Shot J.R."
35. I hate pickles.
36. In 10th Grade, I begged my piano teacher and she let me play "Bridge Over Troubled Water" in our recital instead of something classical.
37. I'm the 1st first-born daughter in 6 generations on my mother's side NOT to have the middle name Ellen.
38. I have seen Britney Spears in concert.
39. In high school, I was a car hop at Sonic Drive-In.
40. We call our house the Limp Bizkit.
41. When I was 17, my boyfriend was leaving on a mission. I was so devastated that he would not be able to go to my prom that I had my own fancy prom in my living room before he left.
42. The summer of my senior year, I dated a guy two years younger than me. And because I skipped a grade, he was a freshman.
43. I lived in 7 houses/apts in the same city before I graduated from high school.
44. I majored in Geography in college.
45. President Bush smiled at me in the Rose Garden.
46. I prefer dark chocolate to milk chocolate.
47. I got an F in Honors Chemistry 111 at BYU my first semester of my Freshman year.
48. I want to name my first son Peter.
49. I used to give the fake name Lily to hostesses at restaurants. This backfired on me in the Cougareat once.
50. I make an effort to only buy Exxon gasoline.
51. I have found 3 dead squirrels and a dead bird in my back yard. I scoop them up with the shovel and carry them out and chuck them into the ravine across the street. Well, the first one I buried, but there are just too many to keep doing that.
52. I saw Signs alone. I went alone and I was the only one in the theater.
Scary.
53. I also saw The Others alone. I go alone to movies sometimes because I have Fridays off. I was sitting in the theater and no one else was in there. A man walked in and was coming toward me. I was getting nervous when he came and sat down right next to me in the empty theater. Just as I was about to stand up and walk out he turned to me, looked surprised, and said "You're not my wife!" Certainly not. He got up and moved and his wife came in a few minutes later.
54. My favorite pasta sauce is pesto. mmmmmmmmmmm
55. In high school I got caught by the janitor playing "Light My Fire" on the organ at church.
56. There was a cute guy I referred to as "lefty" in one of my Geography classes at BYU. One day, I struck up a conversation with him after class. We walked outside together talking and before the conversation was over I had invited him to go to SLC to the Aerosmith concert with me that night because Carly had mono. He did not go, nor did he ever make eye contact with me again. Three years later he turned up in my ward in DC. Still no eye contact.
57. For the past 2 weeks I have either had chocolate cake or brownies for breakfast.
58. Terms of endearment between my mom and me consist of derogatory terms like Ho or Hooker or Prostitute.
59. I really hate to run. A lot.
60. I really don't know if I can come up with 40 more things.
61. Once I got a really long, tight, unexpected and uncomfortable hug from my friend's father.
62. The only time I have ever fainted, I was home alone and woke up to my dog licking my face.
63. The guys I like always have a code name. This is v. different than a nickname. Some past examples are: M&M, fratello, manchild, lui (pronounced Louie), cool ranch and hambone.
64. Oprah bugs the crap out of me.
65. One of my favorite things about Counting Crows' songs is how Adam Duritz writes girls' names into a lot of them.
66. At a time before Britney went too far, my friend Carrie and I would take a song a day of hers and memorize it. Then we would quiz each other on the lyrics by one of us giving the first line then alternating lines back and forth until we finished the song. Britney is now dead to me.
67. Sometimes when friends ask me what a word means over instant message, I look it up really fast and then tell them, pretending I knew all along by saying something like, "I think it means something like this...."
68. About once a month, my roommates and I say we are going to have a small dinner party. We then agonize over a guest list and never have the party.
69. I always lose earrings. Right now I am down to one pair.
70. Approximately two nights a week, I wash my face with the hand soap in the bathroom, instead of my real facial cleansers.
71. My friend Camille and I shared a cd making business called EAR (Earth Angel Recordings). Okay so it wasn't a business. We just burned mixed cds for people with our logo and name on the back.
72. In high school I read a biography of James Dean. My mom was looking at it and was very upset that I had it because it had a V. bad picture in it. The thing is, had she not gotten so upset and pointed it out, I would not have known what the picture was or what was going on in it.
73. I learned about the birds and the bees from Redbook in my grandmother's bathroom.
74. 74 is the age of an adorable gentleman who is a consultant in our office who wears boat shoes and shorts and a shirt that says "Captain Smasharoo." He calls me babe.
75. Once I saw 3 different movies back to back in the theater.
76. I have an ongoing debate with myself about whether I would rather sleep with my bedroom door open or closed.
77. Two years ago, I sent an anonymous valentine to Hambone.
78. There is a huge bush next to my front porch where I stop and spit my gum out on the way into the house after work.
79. I own the video Darrin's Dance Grooves and learned 1/2 of the N'Sync "Bye Bye Bye" Dance.
80. Embarrassing moment: A girl at my ward Thanksgiving dinner last week yelled out to me, "I still need to return your Bellydancing video."
81. This morning I actually thought, "I need to warn Carly before she gets here that all my shoes are ugly."
82. I have a church program in my scriptures where I have all the Presidents of the United States in order written on them and I try to memorize them in order. I am no good at this.
83. Sometimes I get distracted watching the clock or the VCR counter, etc waiting for the numbers to be multiples of 9.
84. My instant message screen name is Catherine Zeta-Jones.
85. My favorite shows as a child were "Scarecrow and Mrs. King" and "Moonlighting."
86. I have never done a pull-up.
87. I really really wish I had some cheese puffs right now.
88. I yell out the answers to Jeopardy whether or not anyone is around.
89. The only time I have ever made mashed potatoes, I was taking them to a dinner at a rude girl's house who is a brilliant cook and makes her mashed potatoes with real cream instead of milk. I felt a lot of pressure and made mine with real cream also. However, I whipped an awful lot and that night at her dinner party we had a bowl of pudding-like mashed potatoes. Oddly enough, the rude brilliant cook was the only one who was nice about them.
90. To no avail, I have googled myself.
91. I can sing along to all the words of "Gangsta's Paradise."
92. I have no idea how much I weigh.
93. I have a computer monitor on my desk that is used solely as a gathering place for post-it notes.
94. My car's name is Rosario but goes by Ro-Ro.
95. 4 years ago in Montana, I was thrown from a horse, almost drowned in a river, and one of my closest friends was kissing the guy I liked all in the same day.
96. I used to be a member of the Weezer fan club.
97. I went to see Cher in Richmond on her Farewell Tour. The first Farewell Tour, that is.
98. I cut my own hair.
99. I have a picture of me with Rupert in the Hello Deli, and an even better one with "The Naked Cowboy."
100.Once a mannish UPS delivery woman winked at me.
Just Say No
There are some things I tell myself I will never do again. But in time, my convictions wane and I give in, only to disappoint myself. For example, regularly I have a yogurt in the morning at my desk. Then out of sheer laziness, I will throw the used yogurt container into the trash under my desk instead of walking to the trash can in the kitchen, even though every afternoon when my office smells like sour milk, I vow to give up my laziness the next day, in favor of my afternoon comfort.
I am also mad at myself everytime I order a soft taco at Taco Bell. I am definitely a crunchy taco girl. This only happens about once a year when I think, "I'll just get one of each, that sounds good." And then I am super mad at myself when I am eating the soft taco and wishing it were crunchy, especially because I have been making and breaking this rule of "no soft tacos" since I was 11 years old.
Not all of these disappointments have to do with food...although I could go on in that regard.
I also continually fall for "get something for nothing" scams, like emails that say "Win a $250 gift card for trying some free samples," which inevitably ends in me calling different companies to have charges and memberships removed from my credit card.
I also like to put my business cards in those fishbowls at restaurants that say "win a free lunch," or something of that nature. I'll be honest, if it weren't for these win a free lunch bowls, I would only need about 10 business cards a year for actual work purposes. Now that I've found out that these win a free lunch contests are actually ploys that other companies use to bring you a free lunch from that restaurant and have you eat while they try and sell you something, I don't know what I'm going to do with the remaining 1,324 business cards in my desk drawer.
I am also mad at myself everytime I order a soft taco at Taco Bell. I am definitely a crunchy taco girl. This only happens about once a year when I think, "I'll just get one of each, that sounds good." And then I am super mad at myself when I am eating the soft taco and wishing it were crunchy, especially because I have been making and breaking this rule of "no soft tacos" since I was 11 years old.
Not all of these disappointments have to do with food...although I could go on in that regard.
I also continually fall for "get something for nothing" scams, like emails that say "Win a $250 gift card for trying some free samples," which inevitably ends in me calling different companies to have charges and memberships removed from my credit card.
I also like to put my business cards in those fishbowls at restaurants that say "win a free lunch," or something of that nature. I'll be honest, if it weren't for these win a free lunch bowls, I would only need about 10 business cards a year for actual work purposes. Now that I've found out that these win a free lunch contests are actually ploys that other companies use to bring you a free lunch from that restaurant and have you eat while they try and sell you something, I don't know what I'm going to do with the remaining 1,324 business cards in my desk drawer.
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Emotions Run High on Veterans Day
HB and I have a long history together. This history consists solely of four years of me liking him from afar. That history comes to an end today, Veterans Day 2004, because he is moving far away. He will be gone but not forgotten. Just like some veterans.
Did we ever go on a date? no. But that does not mean I don't have any heartache on this day of remembrance.
I knew I liked HB when, 4 years ago, I went to a Superbowl Party at his apartment where there was a framed picture of Lavell Edwards on the mantle. Then he was passing out frozen treats from a huge Costco box for everyone. We were all digging in to what we thought was a delicious ice cream treat. When he finally took a bite of his and realized they weren't really that good, he got the box out of the trash and told us "Oh, I think I was supposed to cook these."
How could I not be smitten with this guy who was also the host of our ward Gong show, where he came on stage wearing the famous J-Lo "slit-down-to-there" dress. And then in the ward talent show, he did a Neil Diamond lip-sync.
A couple of weeks ago, after four years of liking him but not really having a lot of courage to try and flirt and or do anything about it, my roommate and I came up with a really great junior high type plan. That plan was that she would tell him I wanted to go out with him. Perfect! We were pumped and ready to go, but in a shocking turn of events, the very next day he posted his room up for rent on our ward list and said he was moving away. Talk about poor timing. Instead of just giving up on the plan, we decided to speed it up. Since we only had two weeks prior to his departure, Joanna replied to his email and said "Are you leaving??? You should ask [Marcy Dibbleblotts] out before you go. She has always wanted to go out with you."
His reply: "Yes, i'm moving yada yada...(new paragraph) Ask out Melissa, eh? No promises, but I'll see when I can work it into my schedule. I just say no promises because the next couple of weeks are going to be nightmarish." I re-read this every ten minutes for a few days. I realized this wasn't healthy so I deleted it, but luckily I read it enough to remember it verbatim for blogging purposes.
Well you can imagine this was not the response we were hoping for, but the whole point was to get it out in the open and be able to move on. A couple of weeks and few panic attacks later, it all came to an end.
Last Sunday, we were avoiding eye contact with each other like children do, but on the way to Sunday School we ended up walking right toward each other in the hall. My mind was racing and grasping at something brilliant and normal to say and when I got right up to him, all that came out was, "Oh! I thought you had already gone!" in a really high and nervous tone. I don't know why this is what I said as opposed to something like "Hey, how's it going?" The worst part is, he just kept walking as if I had said nothing. Then about 3 steps later, he stopped, did a weird outloud laugh and said "What?" I turned and there we were... finally face to face (but 10 feet apart), for the first time since the email. Nothing came to my mind and I stood there like a silent fool with too much makeup on and then he said, "Thursday. I'm leaving Thursday. You'll be rid of me soon enough." Then he abruptly turned and kept walking. This was almost as weird as the time he was nudging me and making horse noises by the clerk's office. And that was before he even knew I liked him.
Well, that's how it ended between me and HB. What a sad tale for a 29 and a 25-year-old who were MFEO, but couldn't find a way to act like adults.
Did we ever go on a date? no. But that does not mean I don't have any heartache on this day of remembrance.
I knew I liked HB when, 4 years ago, I went to a Superbowl Party at his apartment where there was a framed picture of Lavell Edwards on the mantle. Then he was passing out frozen treats from a huge Costco box for everyone. We were all digging in to what we thought was a delicious ice cream treat. When he finally took a bite of his and realized they weren't really that good, he got the box out of the trash and told us "Oh, I think I was supposed to cook these."
How could I not be smitten with this guy who was also the host of our ward Gong show, where he came on stage wearing the famous J-Lo "slit-down-to-there" dress. And then in the ward talent show, he did a Neil Diamond lip-sync.
A couple of weeks ago, after four years of liking him but not really having a lot of courage to try and flirt and or do anything about it, my roommate and I came up with a really great junior high type plan. That plan was that she would tell him I wanted to go out with him. Perfect! We were pumped and ready to go, but in a shocking turn of events, the very next day he posted his room up for rent on our ward list and said he was moving away. Talk about poor timing. Instead of just giving up on the plan, we decided to speed it up. Since we only had two weeks prior to his departure, Joanna replied to his email and said "Are you leaving??? You should ask [Marcy Dibbleblotts] out before you go. She has always wanted to go out with you."
His reply: "Yes, i'm moving yada yada...(new paragraph) Ask out Melissa, eh? No promises, but I'll see when I can work it into my schedule. I just say no promises because the next couple of weeks are going to be nightmarish." I re-read this every ten minutes for a few days. I realized this wasn't healthy so I deleted it, but luckily I read it enough to remember it verbatim for blogging purposes.
Well you can imagine this was not the response we were hoping for, but the whole point was to get it out in the open and be able to move on. A couple of weeks and few panic attacks later, it all came to an end.
Last Sunday, we were avoiding eye contact with each other like children do, but on the way to Sunday School we ended up walking right toward each other in the hall. My mind was racing and grasping at something brilliant and normal to say and when I got right up to him, all that came out was, "Oh! I thought you had already gone!" in a really high and nervous tone. I don't know why this is what I said as opposed to something like "Hey, how's it going?" The worst part is, he just kept walking as if I had said nothing. Then about 3 steps later, he stopped, did a weird outloud laugh and said "What?" I turned and there we were... finally face to face (but 10 feet apart), for the first time since the email. Nothing came to my mind and I stood there like a silent fool with too much makeup on and then he said, "Thursday. I'm leaving Thursday. You'll be rid of me soon enough." Then he abruptly turned and kept walking. This was almost as weird as the time he was nudging me and making horse noises by the clerk's office. And that was before he even knew I liked him.
Well, that's how it ended between me and HB. What a sad tale for a 29 and a 25-year-old who were MFEO, but couldn't find a way to act like adults.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Random Music Musings
Well, last night on the country music awards, my new heart throb Dierks Bentley sang my blog title song "How Am I Doin'?" He didn't look as cute as I normally think he is because he had a scruffy face. I have decided that I can go for a little 5 o'clock shadow but not too much facial hair. Also I don't really like any facial hair on peeps with really light hair. But I thought it was sort of cool that all the clothes he was wearing were sent to him by fans. Or maybe he is just cheap. I don't know. Maybe I will send him a razor.
Once my former stepdad said he wrote a song about me. This was back when I was in high school and then a few years later I heard the song on Sliding Doors. This does not make my former stepfather a famous musician but a plagiarizer and liar.
Don't you love it when a song goes perfectly in a movie? GOSH I LOVE IT. This happens in Wicker Park, a different movie and maybe not that great, but I really liked it nonetheless. In the end it has Coldplay's "The Scientist" and it couldn't fit any more perfectly. It is a great song on a great CD anyway, so you should check it out.
Once my former stepdad said he wrote a song about me. This was back when I was in high school and then a few years later I heard the song on Sliding Doors. This does not make my former stepfather a famous musician but a plagiarizer and liar.
Don't you love it when a song goes perfectly in a movie? GOSH I LOVE IT. This happens in Wicker Park, a different movie and maybe not that great, but I really liked it nonetheless. In the end it has Coldplay's "The Scientist" and it couldn't fit any more perfectly. It is a great song on a great CD anyway, so you should check it out.
Monday, November 08, 2004
Cletis and Cletis
Reminiscing about College...
This Top Ten list is dedicated to Carly...who taught me the beauty of top ten lists although I tend to forget that I should number them backwards.
Why Carly and I Were Destined to be Friends...(and other hilarious things we did)
1. "Don't Put All Your Eggs in One Basket: A Girl's Guide to College Dating." We co-authored this workbook and thought it would be a hit in the BYU bookstore. We made actual eggs and baskets to hang on our wall and included wise advice for distributing eggs with typical dating scenarios in the workbook. We started a small "egg" craze amongst our friends and at one point a guy in our ward said he wanted all our eggs. He didn't really know what he was asking for...but after that his code name became "Eggs for Brains."
2. We went to Wendy's about 3x a week really late at night often waiting til the clock struck midnight on Sunday, making it early Monday morning (We believed in living the letter, not the spirit, of the law). We loved their chicken nuggets for 99 cents. We called them CG's even though their real intials would be CN's.
3. The first time we ever talked was in the JKHB hall before Italian class where I told Carly I thought she was going to get kissed that night and she did. We have been friends ever since.
4. We both call each other Cletis, or Clete for short.
5. We went through a small phase where, instead of talking to each other, we could only sing everything to the tune of "Jeepers Creepers."
6. Once some "friends," in what they thought was a hilarious joke, ransacked our apartment. We THOUGHT it was the girls upstairs and so in the middle of the night we decided to toilet paper and tie cans to their cars. When we were done, we realized we should have used empty cans because we didn't want to damage their cars. So we stealthily sneaked back out to the driveway to fix the situation. Instead of untying the elaborate knots we had made, we just took out the can opener and let the contents of the cans plop onto the driveway.
7. Once I decided I wanted to make a giant pancake that filled the skillet and Carly came in and yelled out, "Cletis, NO!"
8. We bought some really ugly dresses at DI and signed formal contracts that we would each go on a date every week for the last summer of our senior year. If one of us did not go, she had to wear the ugly dress to church on Sunday. Somehow we never wore them, except on the night of the contract signing for picture taking purposes.
9. Italian class:
We made the funniest video ever for our 4th semester Italian class project. In it we dressed alike, were both named Gloria, acted out parts of "Laverne and Shirley" and "The Patty Duke Show" (all in Italian), did Dick Van Dyke kicks and interviewed actual restuarant owners in Provo who were from Italy. We interviewed them on camera with a toy fuschia and lime green "Muppets In Space" microphone that made weird space noises if you shook it that we got from a Wendy's Kid's Meal.
We also had to do a 3 person skit for a project in Italian. We wanted our group to include Adrian because I liked him but we knew Ada who sat next to him would ask him first. She was scary and so we came up with elaborate plans to get him in our group before Ada could. Luckily the teacher announced the project while Ada was on a bathroom break and when she came back she said she wouldn't do the project anyway and would take a 0. I would like to add that Adrian inserted a spontaneous hug between him and me in the skit.
We were both in love with all of our male Italian teachers.
We made a friend from Italian named Christian who started a "girls club" for us where we talked about guys. Months later, to our shock, she confessed she was 38. After class ended and just before Christian's wedding, she told us that our teacher Fabio (Carly and I both thought he was gay at one point, and both loved him at one point) had confessed his love for her. Luckily by that point, we both thought Fabio was crazy. A year after I graduated, I was up in NYC for New Years Eve staying with some friends of a friend and who walked in but Fabio! He was roommates with the friends of my friend and so I ended up staying there in his apt on the couch. Weird, small Mormon world.
10. We often buy "items of mystery" to boost our self-esteem.
This Top Ten list is dedicated to Carly...who taught me the beauty of top ten lists although I tend to forget that I should number them backwards.
Why Carly and I Were Destined to be Friends...(and other hilarious things we did)
1. "Don't Put All Your Eggs in One Basket: A Girl's Guide to College Dating." We co-authored this workbook and thought it would be a hit in the BYU bookstore. We made actual eggs and baskets to hang on our wall and included wise advice for distributing eggs with typical dating scenarios in the workbook. We started a small "egg" craze amongst our friends and at one point a guy in our ward said he wanted all our eggs. He didn't really know what he was asking for...but after that his code name became "Eggs for Brains."
2. We went to Wendy's about 3x a week really late at night often waiting til the clock struck midnight on Sunday, making it early Monday morning (We believed in living the letter, not the spirit, of the law). We loved their chicken nuggets for 99 cents. We called them CG's even though their real intials would be CN's.
3. The first time we ever talked was in the JKHB hall before Italian class where I told Carly I thought she was going to get kissed that night and she did. We have been friends ever since.
4. We both call each other Cletis, or Clete for short.
5. We went through a small phase where, instead of talking to each other, we could only sing everything to the tune of "Jeepers Creepers."
6. Once some "friends," in what they thought was a hilarious joke, ransacked our apartment. We THOUGHT it was the girls upstairs and so in the middle of the night we decided to toilet paper and tie cans to their cars. When we were done, we realized we should have used empty cans because we didn't want to damage their cars. So we stealthily sneaked back out to the driveway to fix the situation. Instead of untying the elaborate knots we had made, we just took out the can opener and let the contents of the cans plop onto the driveway.
7. Once I decided I wanted to make a giant pancake that filled the skillet and Carly came in and yelled out, "Cletis, NO!"
8. We bought some really ugly dresses at DI and signed formal contracts that we would each go on a date every week for the last summer of our senior year. If one of us did not go, she had to wear the ugly dress to church on Sunday. Somehow we never wore them, except on the night of the contract signing for picture taking purposes.
9. Italian class:
We made the funniest video ever for our 4th semester Italian class project. In it we dressed alike, were both named Gloria, acted out parts of "Laverne and Shirley" and "The Patty Duke Show" (all in Italian), did Dick Van Dyke kicks and interviewed actual restuarant owners in Provo who were from Italy. We interviewed them on camera with a toy fuschia and lime green "Muppets In Space" microphone that made weird space noises if you shook it that we got from a Wendy's Kid's Meal.
We also had to do a 3 person skit for a project in Italian. We wanted our group to include Adrian because I liked him but we knew Ada who sat next to him would ask him first. She was scary and so we came up with elaborate plans to get him in our group before Ada could. Luckily the teacher announced the project while Ada was on a bathroom break and when she came back she said she wouldn't do the project anyway and would take a 0. I would like to add that Adrian inserted a spontaneous hug between him and me in the skit.
We were both in love with all of our male Italian teachers.
We made a friend from Italian named Christian who started a "girls club" for us where we talked about guys. Months later, to our shock, she confessed she was 38. After class ended and just before Christian's wedding, she told us that our teacher Fabio (Carly and I both thought he was gay at one point, and both loved him at one point) had confessed his love for her. Luckily by that point, we both thought Fabio was crazy. A year after I graduated, I was up in NYC for New Years Eve staying with some friends of a friend and who walked in but Fabio! He was roommates with the friends of my friend and so I ended up staying there in his apt on the couch. Weird, small Mormon world.
10. We often buy "items of mystery" to boost our self-esteem.
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Gavin's Crisis
Okay, this entire time I have been thinking Gavin DeGraw was singing, "I'm surrounded by an energy crisis....everywhere I turn." I just found it's IDENTITY CRISIS.
Even though that makes much more sense and I thought it was weird that he said energy crisis, that is really the part that kept me listening. Now I think I don't really like that song anymore.
Even though that makes much more sense and I thought it was weird that he said energy crisis, that is really the part that kept me listening. Now I think I don't really like that song anymore.
My own top ten list
I am constantly being told I am irrational, here are 10 examples of why...
1. I feel hideous when I'm not tan. I think fair skin is beautiful on others, but it's MY splotchy skin on my facial features that I can't stand. I know it is irrational to feel good about my appearance in the summer and like a hag in the winter but I do. When people talk to me (September - May), I am often actually thinking "I feel so bad that he/she has to look at me." This could also be why I am a poor conversationalist.
2. I cry fairly often for no reason at all. Once while having dinner with my mom at O'Charley's, I started crying so hard that I had to spit out my chicken tenders because I couldn't swallow. She kept asking what was wrong and I really didn't know.
3. I think how fat or thin I look is directly proportionate to the type of shoes I am wearing.
4. Sometimes I can't sleep at night because I think the furnace is going to explode.
5. I constantly worry about the level of air in my tires.
6. On my first day of classes in college, I always chose my seat based on which direction the unflattering artificial light was going to hit me.
7. My practice of trying to stand alone at Institute (see Civility and Productivity).
8. I have actually spent time sitting at my desk imagining __________ and ________ (insert various handsome celebrities' names here) walking into my office together. They both love me and I must choose between them. This is a very important decision which requires a lot of time and deliberation.
9. When I wear a watch, I wear it on my right arm because a decade ago, my 15 year old boyfriend and I agreed that we both always would. Was there a reason why we wore our watches on our right arm? no. Do I think he still does? no. Do I think he even remembers our pact? no.
10. I feel like John Wayne is a part of my family.
1. I feel hideous when I'm not tan. I think fair skin is beautiful on others, but it's MY splotchy skin on my facial features that I can't stand. I know it is irrational to feel good about my appearance in the summer and like a hag in the winter but I do. When people talk to me (September - May), I am often actually thinking "I feel so bad that he/she has to look at me." This could also be why I am a poor conversationalist.
2. I cry fairly often for no reason at all. Once while having dinner with my mom at O'Charley's, I started crying so hard that I had to spit out my chicken tenders because I couldn't swallow. She kept asking what was wrong and I really didn't know.
3. I think how fat or thin I look is directly proportionate to the type of shoes I am wearing.
4. Sometimes I can't sleep at night because I think the furnace is going to explode.
5. I constantly worry about the level of air in my tires.
6. On my first day of classes in college, I always chose my seat based on which direction the unflattering artificial light was going to hit me.
7. My practice of trying to stand alone at Institute (see Civility and Productivity).
8. I have actually spent time sitting at my desk imagining __________ and ________ (insert various handsome celebrities' names here) walking into my office together. They both love me and I must choose between them. This is a very important decision which requires a lot of time and deliberation.
9. When I wear a watch, I wear it on my right arm because a decade ago, my 15 year old boyfriend and I agreed that we both always would. Was there a reason why we wore our watches on our right arm? no. Do I think he still does? no. Do I think he even remembers our pact? no.
10. I feel like John Wayne is a part of my family.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Election Day in D.C.
I was over an hour late to work this morning. It was not my fault though. The blame is on the hour and 45 minutes I stood in line to vote.
This afternoon I got in the elevator and noticed in my reflection in the elevator door that my "I voted in Arlington" sticker didn't look very good. I had it on the left side of my sweater just under the cute row of buttons that go from my neck down to the top of my left arm and it created a weird, unbalanced look and drew away from the cuteness of the buttons. So I moved the sticker to the right side. This was a bad idea. My sweater is a lambswool/angora blend and is pretty fuzzy. When I took the sticker off to move it, so much fuzz stuck to the back of it that it will not stay on very well now. So I have actually taped my "I voted" sticker on to the right side of my sweater. Maybe I'm a nerd, but I look much more symmetrical now and I can get a free taco for wearing it into California Tortilla, which I plan on doing after work today.
I "voted" in their burrito poll last week. During October for their "Burrito of the Month," they had 2 Presidential burritos, a Bush and a Kerry, and you could vote by ordering one or the other and they kept track of the results. And they put cute stickers of the candidate's face on the outside of your burrito. I thought this was a fun idea and went up last week to cast my vote. When I got there I found out the Bush burrito had mashed potatoes and BBQ sauce in it and the Kerry burrito had Boston Baked beans with caramelized onions and ketchup in it. Add those ingredients to some chicken, lettuce and salsa and wrap it up in a tortilla and you have yourself two really nasty burritos. The question is--who's the bigger idiot--the people who designed these burritos or me??? ...because I still got the burrito just for the fun of the poll and curbed my hunger by making myself sick on Halloween candy all afternoon.
(FYI: Kerry won the Burrito poll by about 100 votes. I think the results ended up being 1800 and something gross Kerry burritos to 1700 and something gross Bush burritos.)
This afternoon I got in the elevator and noticed in my reflection in the elevator door that my "I voted in Arlington" sticker didn't look very good. I had it on the left side of my sweater just under the cute row of buttons that go from my neck down to the top of my left arm and it created a weird, unbalanced look and drew away from the cuteness of the buttons. So I moved the sticker to the right side. This was a bad idea. My sweater is a lambswool/angora blend and is pretty fuzzy. When I took the sticker off to move it, so much fuzz stuck to the back of it that it will not stay on very well now. So I have actually taped my "I voted" sticker on to the right side of my sweater. Maybe I'm a nerd, but I look much more symmetrical now and I can get a free taco for wearing it into California Tortilla, which I plan on doing after work today.
I "voted" in their burrito poll last week. During October for their "Burrito of the Month," they had 2 Presidential burritos, a Bush and a Kerry, and you could vote by ordering one or the other and they kept track of the results. And they put cute stickers of the candidate's face on the outside of your burrito. I thought this was a fun idea and went up last week to cast my vote. When I got there I found out the Bush burrito had mashed potatoes and BBQ sauce in it and the Kerry burrito had Boston Baked beans with caramelized onions and ketchup in it. Add those ingredients to some chicken, lettuce and salsa and wrap it up in a tortilla and you have yourself two really nasty burritos. The question is--who's the bigger idiot--the people who designed these burritos or me??? ...because I still got the burrito just for the fun of the poll and curbed my hunger by making myself sick on Halloween candy all afternoon.
(FYI: Kerry won the Burrito poll by about 100 votes. I think the results ended up being 1800 and something gross Kerry burritos to 1700 and something gross Bush burritos.)
"Here's to all my sisters out there keepin' it country ...
Some great country songs I love right now:
Suds in the Bucket--Sara Evans
I Bought the Shoes--Dierks Bentley
Remember When--Alan Jackson
Watch the Wind Blow By--Tim McGraw
Better Man--Clint Black
Beer for My Horses--Toby Keith & Willie Nelson
You're My Better Half--Keith Urban
Okay these are just a few off the top of my head--songs I would listen to right now if I could. I wanted to include this post because I've been thinking lately about how I hated country for almost my whole life simply because I didn't think it was cool to like it. (Yes, this is true even though I grew up in Tennessee.)
I still LOVE all kinds of other music, but I am happy to have recently added the country genre to my tastes. I can say I have now listened to enough country to even start developing opinions about it---for example:
I don't like Terri Clark. That hat bugs me and I don't think it looks good on her. I also haven't heard a song by her I like...unless maybe there are some from my pre-country-listening days. (Why is Johnny Depp/Captain Jack Sparrow in her "Girls Lie Too" video?? This makes no sense and I hate this song.)
I don't like the lead singer's voice in the band Rascal Flatts (this does not mean I hate all RF songs).
I like George Strait less than I thought. (I still like him, but my attraction level has gone from an 8 to about a 4).
I like some Tim McGraw songs. I am more attracted to him than I used to be (2 to a 7), but he is more of a showy superstar than a real country singer...He knows how to pick a chart topper and is a good showman but not a lot of substance there. I could listen to "Watch the Wind Blow By" all day though (and I have).
The cheesiness of a lot of the lyrics doesn't bother me like I thought it would. I also really enjoy their story-lined videos.
Dierks Bentley (pronounced Durks; it's his mother's maiden name, which makes it better but not okay) is my new heart throb.
www.dierksbentley.com
Also, does it really make sense to become a NASCAR fan and be intolerant of country? I don't think so. So my new metamorphosis into a country girl has begun. If only I could get my thick Southern accent back. I'll work on that, ya'll.
Suds in the Bucket--Sara Evans
I Bought the Shoes--Dierks Bentley
Remember When--Alan Jackson
Watch the Wind Blow By--Tim McGraw
Better Man--Clint Black
Beer for My Horses--Toby Keith & Willie Nelson
You're My Better Half--Keith Urban
Okay these are just a few off the top of my head--songs I would listen to right now if I could. I wanted to include this post because I've been thinking lately about how I hated country for almost my whole life simply because I didn't think it was cool to like it. (Yes, this is true even though I grew up in Tennessee.)
I still LOVE all kinds of other music, but I am happy to have recently added the country genre to my tastes. I can say I have now listened to enough country to even start developing opinions about it---for example:
I don't like Terri Clark. That hat bugs me and I don't think it looks good on her. I also haven't heard a song by her I like...unless maybe there are some from my pre-country-listening days. (Why is Johnny Depp/Captain Jack Sparrow in her "Girls Lie Too" video?? This makes no sense and I hate this song.)
I don't like the lead singer's voice in the band Rascal Flatts (this does not mean I hate all RF songs).
I like George Strait less than I thought. (I still like him, but my attraction level has gone from an 8 to about a 4).
I like some Tim McGraw songs. I am more attracted to him than I used to be (2 to a 7), but he is more of a showy superstar than a real country singer...He knows how to pick a chart topper and is a good showman but not a lot of substance there. I could listen to "Watch the Wind Blow By" all day though (and I have).
The cheesiness of a lot of the lyrics doesn't bother me like I thought it would. I also really enjoy their story-lined videos.
Dierks Bentley (pronounced Durks; it's his mother's maiden name, which makes it better but not okay) is my new heart throb.
www.dierksbentley.com
Also, does it really make sense to become a NASCAR fan and be intolerant of country? I don't think so. So my new metamorphosis into a country girl has begun. If only I could get my thick Southern accent back. I'll work on that, ya'll.
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