Thursday, March 31, 2005
I'm sorry but I just have can't stop myself from posting a peeve.
Even my hair is demoralized by this place. It looked awesome when I left the house this morning, but halfway through the day at work and I now have a limp, messy mass of downtrodden tresses.
Happy day!
It takes so little to make me happy, which is sad kind of... BUT I digress. Today is a happy day because I got a delivery of GF food from Canada! I LOVE my GF food from Canada. It follows the basic requirement for my food, which is Not Gross. You would think that would be easy to be... not gross, but it isn't. Ener-G foods, for example, Is Gross*. Their bread is anyway. I have found one type of bread of theirs that Is Not Too Gross When Toasted, which I buy periodically. Their crackers are good but shatter easily. Anyway, I just got a box of english muffins, doughnuts, and hamburger buns from kinnikinnick foods in Canada. I love them. It is amazing that one little thing can drag me up from the doldrums I have been in.
*Yes, I realize that subject verb agreement would require the sentence to be are gross, but Ener-G foods is the name of the company so I believe that means that I can still use IS.
*Yes, I realize that subject verb agreement would require the sentence to be are gross, but Ener-G foods is the name of the company so I believe that means that I can still use IS.
Wild and vivid dream yet again
Again with my favorite topic (although not necessarily anyone elses...) the latest weirdass dream too much tacos has caused Joanne.
In my dream, I was taken captive and sent to an internment camp with a bunch of other women. We were definitely being punished for something but I don't know what. We were not allowed to leave the grounds, although we were in a house with dormitory type beds. They took our underwear and our cameras so we couldn't leave. (I don't know how that logic followed.) At some point, I was walking the grounds and found a canoe and took it out into the ocean. A whale came up to my canoe and was swimming and just kind of going up and down near my canoe. I got scared and started to paddle back to the beach because I didn't want anything to happen. As I got back to the beach, the whale was joined by another and they were both really active. I went into the house to find my camera to take pictures but then was looking out a sliding glass door. The beach was much closer to the door than initially and there was this big fish. It was poking its head out of the water then it just walked out of the water on legs (like the Darwin fish on cars). Then the 2 whales poked their heads out of the water and then they came out of the water also on legs looking like big lizards (Komodo Dragons actually).
Convict: (I tried prisoner and it said look up convict which really isn't necessarily the same thing) To dream that you are a convict, suggests that some situation or relationship is making you feel restricted. You may be experiencing a loss of freedom in some area of your life. Alternatively, the dream may represent your feelings of shame and guilt. This dream image is trying to tell you to stop punishing yourself.
Canoe: To see a canoe in your dream, represents serenity, simplicity, and independence. It is also a reflection of your emotional balance. You are moving ahead via your own power and determination.
Camera: To see a camera in your dream, signifies your desires to cling on and/or live in the past. Alternatively, it may represent you need to focus on a particular situation. Perhaps you need to get a clearer picture or idea. (I tried for underwear too because they took that too, but the only definition I had was about if you were wearing underwear. Which I was, I assume, under the clothes, but their interpretation was more if you were walking around in undies only.)
Whale: To see a whale in your dream, represents your intuition and awareness. You are in tuned to your sense of spirituality. Alternatively, it indicates a relationship or business project that is too enormous to handle.
Fish: To see fish swimming in your dream, signifies insights from your unconscious mind. Thus to catch a fish, represents insights which have been brought to the surface. The fish is also an ancient symbol of Christianity and Christian beliefs. Consider also the common phrases "like a cold fish", "fish out of water" or something that is "fishy" about a situation. It may also imply a slippery or elusive situation. (So basically one could think that the fish walking on the land is really just the fish is so frustrated with being ignored it evolved on its own?)
Lizard: To see a lizard in your dream, signifies your primal instincts and reactions toward sex, food, etc. and your anxieties toward these feelings. The lizard can also be representative of a person who you view as cold-blooded, fearful, or thick-skinned. On a more positive note, the lizard also symbolizes emerging creativity, renewal, and revitalization. It may also suggest that you are well-grounded.
Hmmm....
In my dream, I was taken captive and sent to an internment camp with a bunch of other women. We were definitely being punished for something but I don't know what. We were not allowed to leave the grounds, although we were in a house with dormitory type beds. They took our underwear and our cameras so we couldn't leave. (I don't know how that logic followed.) At some point, I was walking the grounds and found a canoe and took it out into the ocean. A whale came up to my canoe and was swimming and just kind of going up and down near my canoe. I got scared and started to paddle back to the beach because I didn't want anything to happen. As I got back to the beach, the whale was joined by another and they were both really active. I went into the house to find my camera to take pictures but then was looking out a sliding glass door. The beach was much closer to the door than initially and there was this big fish. It was poking its head out of the water then it just walked out of the water on legs (like the Darwin fish on cars). Then the 2 whales poked their heads out of the water and then they came out of the water also on legs looking like big lizards (Komodo Dragons actually).
Convict: (I tried prisoner and it said look up convict which really isn't necessarily the same thing) To dream that you are a convict, suggests that some situation or relationship is making you feel restricted. You may be experiencing a loss of freedom in some area of your life. Alternatively, the dream may represent your feelings of shame and guilt. This dream image is trying to tell you to stop punishing yourself.
Canoe: To see a canoe in your dream, represents serenity, simplicity, and independence. It is also a reflection of your emotional balance. You are moving ahead via your own power and determination.
Camera: To see a camera in your dream, signifies your desires to cling on and/or live in the past. Alternatively, it may represent you need to focus on a particular situation. Perhaps you need to get a clearer picture or idea. (I tried for underwear too because they took that too, but the only definition I had was about if you were wearing underwear. Which I was, I assume, under the clothes, but their interpretation was more if you were walking around in undies only.)
Whale: To see a whale in your dream, represents your intuition and awareness. You are in tuned to your sense of spirituality. Alternatively, it indicates a relationship or business project that is too enormous to handle.
Fish: To see fish swimming in your dream, signifies insights from your unconscious mind. Thus to catch a fish, represents insights which have been brought to the surface. The fish is also an ancient symbol of Christianity and Christian beliefs. Consider also the common phrases "like a cold fish", "fish out of water" or something that is "fishy" about a situation. It may also imply a slippery or elusive situation. (So basically one could think that the fish walking on the land is really just the fish is so frustrated with being ignored it evolved on its own?)
Lizard: To see a lizard in your dream, signifies your primal instincts and reactions toward sex, food, etc. and your anxieties toward these feelings. The lizard can also be representative of a person who you view as cold-blooded, fearful, or thick-skinned. On a more positive note, the lizard also symbolizes emerging creativity, renewal, and revitalization. It may also suggest that you are well-grounded.
Hmmm....
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
I blame the crackheads
For the fact that I can’t find balloons on the hill. Admittedly, we don’t have a Target or a Fred Meyer (thanks to those bastards at Kroger who closed down the one I used to go to), but if I can get greeting cards, wrapping paper and other party supplies at my local QFC, Bartells or Rite-Aid, why can’t I get balloons? I blame the druggies. I know that they can be used as some sort of drug paraphernalia (random side note, who knew that’s how you spell paraphernalia?)… I watch Law and Order, I know! I can get the shiny mylar balloons, but that’s not what I needed for my Brownie meeting tonight. We were discussing rocketry and displaced air and all that jazz. We were in need of long skinny balloons and put them in a paper bag and attach it to a straw then run the string through the straw so the ‘rocket’ would propel forward. While on our field trip, Matty P and I found a fancy schmancy toy store on the ‘nicer’ side of the hill. Matty wasn’t actually even sure it was a toy store, it looked more like a day care center. We went in and they had these really cool rocket balloons, just what I was looking for. Matty may have pointed out that they would make noise, but I think I may have disregarded that. We blew them up and let them go around the room. They were so amazingly cool! The balloons would fly all over the room. We quickly quit the string and paper bag part, it was much cooler just to do it this way. The kids were totally enthralled. The down part, that little noise that Matty tried to tell me about… the damn things were LOUD. That was kind of annoying. I sent the balloons home with them, which I’m sure their parents appreciated.
Cell Phone
God damnit! I may be forced to acquire a pre-paid cell phone for these instances when I have flexcar drama. So I go to get the flexcar to pick up girl scout and... dun dun dun. There is no car there. Now I have to walk back to office and make the call. This takes up valuable time. I think I am not picking up Girl Scout tonight which makes me a little sad, but now I don't have time. If I had a cell phone, I could've been standing at spot and waiting and glaring and calling. Blargh. So now it COULD be back at spot and I don't know it because I'm in my office on hold. Damn Flexcar. I love them, but sometimes they just piss me off.
Michelle can't hold it in any longer.
Since the peeves blog is down while we move to our new location, I have this huge store of peeves poisoning my insides. I have to let them out before they go septic.
- If you are going to use the fancy function in Outlook to propose a new meeting time, please propose a time when all parties, including the meeting room are available. Or, better yet, schedule your own fucking meeting next time.
- If I send a meeting saying that one person cannot attend to second half so please be prepared to discuss her items in the first half, don't send me an email asking me if there really isn't a time available when we all can meet. There really isn't. Really.
- A slow driver ruined what would have otherwise been a very nice drive to work this morning. I was stuck behind this moron on the twisty canyon roads that were surprisingly free of traffic. I was unable to enjoy the thrill of driving fast on winding roads. My love of driving is yet another thing that commuting has stolen from me.
- Less than an hour ago, my boss scheduled a meeting for 1 PM today. I HATE 1 PM MEETINGS. I hate them even more than 8 AM meetings and 5 PM meetings. Also, I hate her.
- Speaking of hating my boss, she and my officemate had another one of those shouting phone calls in which everyone down our corridor could hear both sides of the conversation. Just fucking get up and walk two doors down, you lazy bitches.
- Stage 4 is still pending. I decided not to take the contract job that my former boss contacted me about. It was supposed to happen last week, but then there was a delay and then they came back and wanted to offer me a paltry two-month contract. I had a bad feeling about it, so I declined. I always go with my instincts. When I notice them.
- Conversations with my medium boss make me want to stay here because he is so mellow and yet inspiring, which is to say that he is the complete opposite of my immediate boss.
- This is not a peeve: I got a book in the mail at work today so I am going to go down and read while I eat my lunch and I will not stop reading until 12:59, making me a few minutes late for my 1 PM meeting.
Man, that felt good.
Random thoughts for a Wednesday morning
I am not feeling happy today. I don't know why. I wasn't feeling happy yesterday either. I have a lot of things to be glad about too. I'm wearing new shoes all broken in and comfy now. I have a great lunch of fried chicken and cheese. I like my job most of the time. My new boss is on vacation for the next 2 weeks. (She planned the vacay before she knew she got the job). I even just had a relatively yummy breakfast of hashbrowns and bacon. It isn't that I'm even feeling grumpy. More like apathetic... just here.
This morning I officially blocked Moral Turpitude off my MSN. Now that he's more or less over the break-up every conversation has gone back to being about sex. I almost miss the days of interesting topics, hearing about his kid, his jobs whatever, even when he was whining about how stupid he was to let that girl go. Last night, he had asked me what I was doing and I told him that I was watching The Amazing Race and he had never seen the show so I told him a little about it. Their pit stop last night (2nd episode) was in Botswana. They were sleeping on cots out under the stars. There was nothing to be seen in the distance and it was so beautiful. His response... "lame" Naively I asked why. His answer... "How will they do it?" Jackass. I just don't want to talk to him anymore. This,however, is not the cause of my not happiness though. If anything it is more like a kick to myself for taking so long.
Matty P thinks I should start being more selfish. He thinks that my karma is all backed up because I do all this good stuff so it is too much and causing a bottleneck which is why I end up with all sorts of either bad luck or no luck at all. He could be right. Perhaps the cutting off of Moral Turpitude is the 1st step to being a little selfish. I just wish I knew what the 2nd step would be.
I forgot to tell the 'my panhandler hit on me' story from last Saturday. I was walking through Freeway Park on my way to the brewfest when this guy who didn't actually look like your typical panhandler stopped me. His clothes were decent. He had a rather large backpack with him, but hell, tons of people carry backpacks. It didn't have the tell tale bedroll/sleeping bag attached. So he asks me for $.50 to get water. Strangely enough if a panhandler were to ask me for a specific amount of money for a specific product, I'm more willing to give it to them if I have it than just to the 'spare change' guy. So I dig in my pocket and I have 50 cents and I give it to him. As I'm doing that he grazes my hand and shakes it and introduces himself. I just smile and pull my hand back. And he's all "hey wait, what's your name." I smile and wave and he continues to call to me as I walk away. Wow. If I had played my cards right I could have a live in boyfriend almost immediately. :)
This morning I officially blocked Moral Turpitude off my MSN. Now that he's more or less over the break-up every conversation has gone back to being about sex. I almost miss the days of interesting topics, hearing about his kid, his jobs whatever, even when he was whining about how stupid he was to let that girl go. Last night, he had asked me what I was doing and I told him that I was watching The Amazing Race and he had never seen the show so I told him a little about it. Their pit stop last night (2nd episode) was in Botswana. They were sleeping on cots out under the stars. There was nothing to be seen in the distance and it was so beautiful. His response... "lame" Naively I asked why. His answer... "How will they do it?" Jackass. I just don't want to talk to him anymore. This,however, is not the cause of my not happiness though. If anything it is more like a kick to myself for taking so long.
Matty P thinks I should start being more selfish. He thinks that my karma is all backed up because I do all this good stuff so it is too much and causing a bottleneck which is why I end up with all sorts of either bad luck or no luck at all. He could be right. Perhaps the cutting off of Moral Turpitude is the 1st step to being a little selfish. I just wish I knew what the 2nd step would be.
I forgot to tell the 'my panhandler hit on me' story from last Saturday. I was walking through Freeway Park on my way to the brewfest when this guy who didn't actually look like your typical panhandler stopped me. His clothes were decent. He had a rather large backpack with him, but hell, tons of people carry backpacks. It didn't have the tell tale bedroll/sleeping bag attached. So he asks me for $.50 to get water. Strangely enough if a panhandler were to ask me for a specific amount of money for a specific product, I'm more willing to give it to them if I have it than just to the 'spare change' guy. So I dig in my pocket and I have 50 cents and I give it to him. As I'm doing that he grazes my hand and shakes it and introduces himself. I just smile and pull my hand back. And he's all "hey wait, what's your name." I smile and wave and he continues to call to me as I walk away. Wow. If I had played my cards right I could have a live in boyfriend almost immediately. :)
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Dream a little dream...
Ok before I tell y'all about the latest weirdass dream I had, I must mention 3 things. 1 - I have never watched an entire episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel. 2 - I have watched the TV show Charmed. 3 - I do watch a lot of either TNT or TBS which reruns all of these shows a lot and advertises them heavily which is how I know who Cordelia is.
So in my latest dream Michelle and I are shopping. We are looking for another suitcase for me because I bought too much. She shows me a rolly backpack (which we have both mocked in the past) telling me how beneficial it would be. I remind her we have both mocked it. Then Michelle and rolly backpack store is gone and I'm with my sister and her daughter and we are shopping at an antique store. I pick up my niece on my shoulders, but it takes several tries to get her up there. So I am carrying her from room to room in this antique store when we get attacked by vampires. My sister has disappeared at this point. I think my niece was still on my shoulders. But if she was I couldn't feel her. I was trying to blow up the vampires like Piper from Charmed (I'm so embarrassed). Some of them are blowing up but some aren't. From within the shadows stakes are appearing and being thrown at vampires. In my mind I keep thinking that even though Buffy is gone, I have to protect the next vampire slayer. Sometimes I grab stakes and kill vampires. And they just keep coming as we travel from room to room. Finally it seems like all the vampires are gone and I see Cordelia. And I think she was bad and causing the vampires to attack. So the final scene before I wake up, Angel in a car with Cordelia and he was going to have to kill her.
Good god, I'm a freak. A freak who apparently watches too much TV.
Vampires: The vampires in your dream may suggest that you are feeling drained of your life energy and autonomy. In dreaming that you are fighting these vampires, is a literal depiction of your daily struggles with keeping things in order.
Being in a TV show: On a more general level, your dream may indicate that you are avoiding responsibility for a situation or refusing to acknowledge your role in it. Being in a television show where you are being told what to do and how to act, implies that you are taking a more passive stance and removing all culpability. You may also be attributing responsibility or blame to someone else.
Backpack: To see or carry a backpack in your dream, represents the decisions and responsibilities that are weighing your down.
Niece: To see your niece in your dream, signifies unexpected trials and useless worries of the future
Fighting: To dream that you participate in a fight, indicates inner turmoil. Some aspect of yourself is in conflict with another aspect of yourself. Perhaps an unresolved or unacknowledged part is fighting for its right to be heard. It may also parallel a fight or struggle that you are going through in your waking life.
To dream that you are fighting to the death, indicates that you are unwilling to acknowledge a waking conflict or your own inner turmoil. You are unwilling and refusing to change your old attitudes and habits.
Protection: To dream that you are protecting someone, suggests that you are putting up an emotional wall or barrier between you and others around you. Consider who or what you are protecting for clues as to what aspect of your own self you are afraid of letting out and letting others know.
Oh crikey. That's too depressing for words.
So in my latest dream Michelle and I are shopping. We are looking for another suitcase for me because I bought too much. She shows me a rolly backpack (which we have both mocked in the past) telling me how beneficial it would be. I remind her we have both mocked it. Then Michelle and rolly backpack store is gone and I'm with my sister and her daughter and we are shopping at an antique store. I pick up my niece on my shoulders, but it takes several tries to get her up there. So I am carrying her from room to room in this antique store when we get attacked by vampires. My sister has disappeared at this point. I think my niece was still on my shoulders. But if she was I couldn't feel her. I was trying to blow up the vampires like Piper from Charmed (I'm so embarrassed). Some of them are blowing up but some aren't. From within the shadows stakes are appearing and being thrown at vampires. In my mind I keep thinking that even though Buffy is gone, I have to protect the next vampire slayer. Sometimes I grab stakes and kill vampires. And they just keep coming as we travel from room to room. Finally it seems like all the vampires are gone and I see Cordelia. And I think she was bad and causing the vampires to attack. So the final scene before I wake up, Angel in a car with Cordelia and he was going to have to kill her.
Good god, I'm a freak. A freak who apparently watches too much TV.
Vampires: The vampires in your dream may suggest that you are feeling drained of your life energy and autonomy. In dreaming that you are fighting these vampires, is a literal depiction of your daily struggles with keeping things in order.
Being in a TV show: On a more general level, your dream may indicate that you are avoiding responsibility for a situation or refusing to acknowledge your role in it. Being in a television show where you are being told what to do and how to act, implies that you are taking a more passive stance and removing all culpability. You may also be attributing responsibility or blame to someone else.
Backpack: To see or carry a backpack in your dream, represents the decisions and responsibilities that are weighing your down.
Niece: To see your niece in your dream, signifies unexpected trials and useless worries of the future
Fighting: To dream that you participate in a fight, indicates inner turmoil. Some aspect of yourself is in conflict with another aspect of yourself. Perhaps an unresolved or unacknowledged part is fighting for its right to be heard. It may also parallel a fight or struggle that you are going through in your waking life.
To dream that you are fighting to the death, indicates that you are unwilling to acknowledge a waking conflict or your own inner turmoil. You are unwilling and refusing to change your old attitudes and habits.
Protection: To dream that you are protecting someone, suggests that you are putting up an emotional wall or barrier between you and others around you. Consider who or what you are protecting for clues as to what aspect of your own self you are afraid of letting out and letting others know.
Oh crikey. That's too depressing for words.
Horrorscope for today
PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): You may be a little unpredictable, especially about affairs of the heart. Get involved in something that interests you, but avoid cults or organizations that want to rule your world. This is not the time to mimic what everyone else is doing. 5 stars
Damn. And I was totally planning on joining the Hari Krishnas today. I guess that plan is out the window. (or maybe they were referring to the Girl Scouts... which that's too late, I'm already firmly ensconced. It'll take a kidnapping and deprogramming to get me out.)
Last night while at the bar, there was this big skinhead looking guy singing along to the videos. SINGING ALONG. And he was not a good singer. We were the only 3 in the area of the 2nd floor with the darts and pool tables. It was funny. Matty & I just laughed and laughed over it. Of course there could've been other reasons for us laughing.
Damn. And I was totally planning on joining the Hari Krishnas today. I guess that plan is out the window. (or maybe they were referring to the Girl Scouts... which that's too late, I'm already firmly ensconced. It'll take a kidnapping and deprogramming to get me out.)
Last night while at the bar, there was this big skinhead looking guy singing along to the videos. SINGING ALONG. And he was not a good singer. We were the only 3 in the area of the 2nd floor with the darts and pool tables. It was funny. Matty & I just laughed and laughed over it. Of course there could've been other reasons for us laughing.
Monday, March 28, 2005
I might be dru-unk
And you are no-ot
Cuz you're not me hee
So nah nah nah nah
I might be eating chick-en
And you are no-ot
Cuz' you're not me hee
nyah nayh nyah nyah nyah
I might look at this to-mor-row
And be embar-rassed
But oh we-eh-hell
Life goes oh on...
Is there something innately wrong with hbeing drunk before 9 PM on a monday night? If this is wrong, I don't wanna be right. It has been a long long time since I've felt this tipsey. Ok who am I kdiding. Drunk. I would balme it on Matthew but he doe s not let me because he is an empowerer not an enabler (thanks to Katie from Veromnt for that phrase). I do take responsibility for my actions. I had 3 drinks and as much as I love my gay boy bartenders, my drinks are mango malibu rum and orange juice. over 3/4ths of the cup was rum. I love rum. I'm also shocked a tiny bit because Matty actually knew that's what I drink. I didn't eat dinner before going out. We ended up going to RPlace for darts and alchol instead of our coffee and games. I haven't had this much alcohol in this short a period in a looonnnggg time. Ok, I haven't had this much alcohol in general in a looonnngg time. I saw this guy Troy and Alberto who are V's friends tonight at RPlace. Troy completely didn't recognize me. Since my hair is different. Now I'm eating mongolian chicken in an effort to sober up before going to bed because if I go to bed this drunk, I'm hung over tomorrow and that'll SUCK.
Cuz you're not me hee
So nah nah nah nah
I might be eating chick-en
And you are no-ot
Cuz' you're not me hee
nyah nayh nyah nyah nyah
I might look at this to-mor-row
And be embar-rassed
But oh we-eh-hell
Life goes oh on...
Is there something innately wrong with hbeing drunk before 9 PM on a monday night? If this is wrong, I don't wanna be right. It has been a long long time since I've felt this tipsey. Ok who am I kdiding. Drunk. I would balme it on Matthew but he doe s not let me because he is an empowerer not an enabler (thanks to Katie from Veromnt for that phrase). I do take responsibility for my actions. I had 3 drinks and as much as I love my gay boy bartenders, my drinks are mango malibu rum and orange juice. over 3/4ths of the cup was rum. I love rum. I'm also shocked a tiny bit because Matty actually knew that's what I drink. I didn't eat dinner before going out. We ended up going to RPlace for darts and alchol instead of our coffee and games. I haven't had this much alcohol in this short a period in a looonnnggg time. Ok, I haven't had this much alcohol in general in a looonnngg time. I saw this guy Troy and Alberto who are V's friends tonight at RPlace. Troy completely didn't recognize me. Since my hair is different. Now I'm eating mongolian chicken in an effort to sober up before going to bed because if I go to bed this drunk, I'm hung over tomorrow and that'll SUCK.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Lazy Sunday
Hmm... maybe this is why I don't spend time by myself anymore. I do NOTHING. I had plans today to do dishes, clean the kitchen that sort of thing. Instead I watched The Incredibles, part of Pollyanna and took a 3 hour nap. Yes... 3 HOURS. I did convert quite a few CDs to MP3s today so that was something. Now I'm sitting on the sofa wearing my new shoes with socks to try to break them in. The Incredibles was so good... and it made me cry a little bit. I liked it a lot.
Forgiveness...
My feet may never forgive me. I did 2 shifts at Brewfest instead of the one I signed up for, which means I was there from 12:30 until 10:30. I stopped to have dinner after my first shift but went back becuase they were really short handed. I didn't have to, but the afternoon shift was so fun, I figured the evening shift would be to. Funny how many of my theories do not pan out when I think they would.
The afternoon shift was fun. The crowd was good and since it was rainy it was more crowded than I thought it would be. The people were just fun. I was flirted with several times. One guy came up and was like "I was eyeing you several times and I knew I just had to come over." For me or the booze, hard to tell. ;) We bantered for a moment then weird awkward silence then he said he'd be back. He didn't come back, but that's okay. Also... I will never ever support camera phones as a possession! Some random stranger took my photo. He showed it to me briefly then scuttled off with his friends. I'm a little horrified by this. Ok I'm a lot horrifed actually. That's never acceptable behavior. And by the time it really registered what had happened he was gone. And yeah yeah, it was just a picture and I'm not aborigone and he didn't steal my soul or anything, but I am not fond of the idea... The rest of the afternoon passed fairly well. I chatted with some nice folks. There were 2 guys working the booth who had a similar idea to mine. They were volunteering to meet chicks. They had the really brilliant idea of volunteering to man a cider booth because "Chick's like cider." hee...
The evening shift had a more rowdyish crowd. It was still fun, and there were plenty of fun to look at guys, but there was just a different vibe. I changed breweries after my first shift and my dinner. And about halfway through my second shift, I changed again. My first brewery was Rock Bottom. They had a Fire Chief's red ale that was very popular. The 2nd one I was at was for Grant's Ales. (For the record their site was ridiculously difficult to find). They had an IPA called Hopzilla that is just chock full o' hops. Finally I was at Pike Brewery. Here are the random beer things I've learned. A warm keg pours like shit. It is all foamy and a bitch to pour. Hops are bitter. Hopzilla is obnoxiously bitter. Ok that may be all the things I can remember because it is after midnight and I'm tired now. I hope you all sleep well, wherever you are.
The afternoon shift was fun. The crowd was good and since it was rainy it was more crowded than I thought it would be. The people were just fun. I was flirted with several times. One guy came up and was like "I was eyeing you several times and I knew I just had to come over." For me or the booze, hard to tell. ;) We bantered for a moment then weird awkward silence then he said he'd be back. He didn't come back, but that's okay. Also... I will never ever support camera phones as a possession! Some random stranger took my photo. He showed it to me briefly then scuttled off with his friends. I'm a little horrified by this. Ok I'm a lot horrifed actually. That's never acceptable behavior. And by the time it really registered what had happened he was gone. And yeah yeah, it was just a picture and I'm not aborigone and he didn't steal my soul or anything, but I am not fond of the idea... The rest of the afternoon passed fairly well. I chatted with some nice folks. There were 2 guys working the booth who had a similar idea to mine. They were volunteering to meet chicks. They had the really brilliant idea of volunteering to man a cider booth because "Chick's like cider." hee...
The evening shift had a more rowdyish crowd. It was still fun, and there were plenty of fun to look at guys, but there was just a different vibe. I changed breweries after my first shift and my dinner. And about halfway through my second shift, I changed again. My first brewery was Rock Bottom. They had a Fire Chief's red ale that was very popular. The 2nd one I was at was for Grant's Ales. (For the record their site was ridiculously difficult to find). They had an IPA called Hopzilla that is just chock full o' hops. Finally I was at Pike Brewery. Here are the random beer things I've learned. A warm keg pours like shit. It is all foamy and a bitch to pour. Hops are bitter. Hopzilla is obnoxiously bitter. Ok that may be all the things I can remember because it is after midnight and I'm tired now. I hope you all sleep well, wherever you are.
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Japanese Garden
Matty P & I adventured to the Japanese Garden on Friday. I liked it a lot. It was so serene and peaceful. I liked this tree and I really liked the way the trellis framed it. The pond has koi although we weren't allowed to feed the koi. They are also against anyone taking in food or drink other than water.
This is the Kobe Lantern. According to my map "This 3 1/2 ton hand carved granite lantern is nearly 200 years old and was a gift to the people of Seattle from the citizens of Kobe, Japan."
Michelle hiked up to the lantern to have her picture taken. I forgot the 'real' Michelle in California so we had to make do with this 'flat' Michelle until the 'real' one gets sent.
This is her view from the lantern. She may have had the best view ever!
I loved this flower. I don't think I know what kind it is, but it was on a beautiful tree by the entrance.
After we were done in the garden, Matty P, Michelle & I played cards and ate our lunch. Michelle needed the 8 of hearts to win and dangit she got it!
As you can see by the score, one of us isn't doing that well... That one of us might be me. :S
Finally this tree is not in the Japanese Garden. It is my favorite tree now in spring. I love its shape and the red leaves it gets every year.
I'm going to Dizzneeland!
I love that song. I have it on CD somewhere and it always makes me laugh. Anyway, I promised Disneyland Pics and here they are! Yay for Disneyland and vacay!
Our day began here... at Guest Relations. This is where we picked up our free tickets and fast passes. PLUS because we had to wait, they gave us a line cutting coupon for a ride without fast passes. One thing I discovered was that a lot of rides that had been fast pass rides were no longer. That was weird.
This is the sign over the enterance. It is one of my favorite things there.
It is my main man. The entire basis of my religion. The father and the son of my holy trinity... They've also redone the castle for the 50th anniversary. Usually the castle is white. I like it better this way.
I always have to stop by the wishing well and make a wish when I'm in Disneyland. I have high hopes... someday... right?
Here we go! We were on the Thunder Mountain Railroad, heading up one of the hills before we just go crazy in a runaway mine car.
I may be out of line sharing this secret... but who knew Small World was one of Peeved Michelle's favorite rides?
This is the boardwalk at California Adventure. We wanted to go on the roller coaster that you can see in the background. In the big circle, is a loop. Unfortunately, as we got to the head of the line, the coaster broke down.
The roller coaster was stuck. People had to walk off. That would be awful!
The Tower of Terror is new there. Basically it is a free-fall type ride. I loved it!
At the end of the day, we were exhausted. We stopped into the Grand Californian and had a drink. I had a chocolate cake martini and Michelle had a Cosmo. Very yummy. We were very startled to discover that rooms in the Grand Californian run from 250 - 3,000 per night. We also had dinner there. It was a nice end to a fun day!
Our day began here... at Guest Relations. This is where we picked up our free tickets and fast passes. PLUS because we had to wait, they gave us a line cutting coupon for a ride without fast passes. One thing I discovered was that a lot of rides that had been fast pass rides were no longer. That was weird.
This is the sign over the enterance. It is one of my favorite things there.
It is my main man. The entire basis of my religion. The father and the son of my holy trinity... They've also redone the castle for the 50th anniversary. Usually the castle is white. I like it better this way.
I always have to stop by the wishing well and make a wish when I'm in Disneyland. I have high hopes... someday... right?
Here we go! We were on the Thunder Mountain Railroad, heading up one of the hills before we just go crazy in a runaway mine car.
I may be out of line sharing this secret... but who knew Small World was one of Peeved Michelle's favorite rides?
This is the boardwalk at California Adventure. We wanted to go on the roller coaster that you can see in the background. In the big circle, is a loop. Unfortunately, as we got to the head of the line, the coaster broke down.
The roller coaster was stuck. People had to walk off. That would be awful!
The Tower of Terror is new there. Basically it is a free-fall type ride. I loved it!
At the end of the day, we were exhausted. We stopped into the Grand Californian and had a drink. I had a chocolate cake martini and Michelle had a Cosmo. Very yummy. We were very startled to discover that rooms in the Grand Californian run from 250 - 3,000 per night. We also had dinner there. It was a nice end to a fun day!
Restroom Rule of Thumb
No matter what people think... when the sign pointing to and label on the map says "Restroom." This should NOT translate into PORTA-POTTIES. Those are NOT restrooms. Those are "facilities." These especially should not translate to almost FULL Porta Potties.
Also, another reason to dislike Matty... After we sat outside the Japanese Gardens and played cards and ate lunch, I realized before we headed back I had to pee. I had to pee NOW. So we go back into the Japanese Gardens to use their "restrooms." I enter the 1st porta pottie and discover it is almost full and I can't cope. So I go into the handicapped one.... more room to move about in if nothing else. And no gross urinal with a white urinal cake just perched in it. So I use it even though it is almost full. No sink to wash hands, but luckily there is a dispenser with hand sanitizer. We then go to head for home and we walk past where we ate lunch into this section of the park next door. What to my wonderous eyes should appear a FUCKING BATHROOM! AND Matty KNEW it was there! AND HE DIDN'T TELL ME! I went in to wash my hands and discovered it was barely a step above porta pottie... but they did FLUSH... and there was no soap and cold water so I gave up on the hand washing.
There'll be more on Japanese garden trip, sunburn and whether or not I'm a girl maybe tomorrow. I have to pull the pictures off the camera and I'm feeling a bit tired.
Also, another reason to dislike Matty... After we sat outside the Japanese Gardens and played cards and ate lunch, I realized before we headed back I had to pee. I had to pee NOW. So we go back into the Japanese Gardens to use their "restrooms." I enter the 1st porta pottie and discover it is almost full and I can't cope. So I go into the handicapped one.... more room to move about in if nothing else. And no gross urinal with a white urinal cake just perched in it. So I use it even though it is almost full. No sink to wash hands, but luckily there is a dispenser with hand sanitizer. We then go to head for home and we walk past where we ate lunch into this section of the park next door. What to my wonderous eyes should appear a FUCKING BATHROOM! AND Matty KNEW it was there! AND HE DIDN'T TELL ME! I went in to wash my hands and discovered it was barely a step above porta pottie... but they did FLUSH... and there was no soap and cold water so I gave up on the hand washing.
There'll be more on Japanese garden trip, sunburn and whether or not I'm a girl maybe tomorrow. I have to pull the pictures off the camera and I'm feeling a bit tired.
Friday, March 25, 2005
Tipseybloggen
When I first got home and started this post I was a bit tipsey. I'm not sure how. I only had 5 of the little 8 oz beer cups of cider. Now that I've actually eaten dinner, though, I'm feeling much more sober. :( So it was going to be totally funny and now I'm not sure if I am. Isa and I went to Brewfest. It was so much fun. We ran into someone she knows from work and chatted with her. We had our little tastes and walked around. I managed to get a boy to come over and talk to me. Here's where I clearly never got past 5th grade when it comes to relating to the opposite sex... He came over to talk to us, but I couldn't look him in the eye to talk to him... I didn't want him to think I might LIKE him! :O So he wandered off... so I am a bad mixed signal giver. ALTHOUGH he was kind of a 'Monet.' (Sorry I was just watching Clueless) When I saw him part way across the space and checked him out and he checked me out he was kind of cute. When he came up and talked to us... more like an accountant. Like an American accountant from Buffalo... Although nice and normal and nice and normal is good right? I am dumb. :( I deserve to be single forever.
We would've stayed longer, but Isa had movie plans so we headed out at 7:30. As we were in the elevator at the mall coming out of the monorail, Isa and I were talking about loose women. We were talking LOUDLY about loose women and I am of the opinion that men like loose women. So there were these 2 younger guys who really looked fresh off the farm. So I asked them. They both looked a little frightened of me. And kind of chuckled. So maybe they don't like loose women, but really I've only known 1 boy who didn't like loose women... And he was a weird boy who thought Dana was a girl. We were talking about loose women because the coworker we ran into told us her husband didn't like this one friend because she was loose. Which prompted the discussion about how straight men love loose women.
I have 2 more posts to do... one of MP & I going to the arboretum and 1 about Disneyland which I haven't done yet for some reason.
We would've stayed longer, but Isa had movie plans so we headed out at 7:30. As we were in the elevator at the mall coming out of the monorail, Isa and I were talking about loose women. We were talking LOUDLY about loose women and I am of the opinion that men like loose women. So there were these 2 younger guys who really looked fresh off the farm. So I asked them. They both looked a little frightened of me. And kind of chuckled. So maybe they don't like loose women, but really I've only known 1 boy who didn't like loose women... And he was a weird boy who thought Dana was a girl. We were talking about loose women because the coworker we ran into told us her husband didn't like this one friend because she was loose. Which prompted the discussion about how straight men love loose women.
I have 2 more posts to do... one of MP & I going to the arboretum and 1 about Disneyland which I haven't done yet for some reason.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
I highly recommend...
Getting a haircut to get over the blahs. After work, I headed into Scream to get my hair cut and colored. I'm on the fence about my stylist's personality. Not that it really matters. I like the cut & color a lot. The cut is essentially similar to the one I got last year although still a little longer... She took about 2 to 2 and a half inches off. I like it this length. It puts it about nape of the neck length. The color is fabulous. Kind of a cherry wood color. She went with an all over color which I like. I love to have my hair washed. It feels so good. She also praised my hair which is nice telling me that it is fine, but I have a lot of it, which is what every stylist says to me.
In answer to Stephen's nail polish question... I got a dark red, kind of purplish, pearly whitish, and kind of a metallic pinkish. And a topcoat and a bottom coat... Oh and I lurve me a shaved head on a boy. ;)
In answer to Stephen's nail polish question... I got a dark red, kind of purplish, pearly whitish, and kind of a metallic pinkish. And a topcoat and a bottom coat... Oh and I lurve me a shaved head on a boy. ;)
It's a sickness I say!
I am now in posession of a small calendar. Why might you ask... because apparently I've gone scheduling crazy in these beautiful spring months. And it is all volunteer work... Just to give you dear readers an insight into what I'm doing...
April 3rd: Splash party with Brownies celebrating end of cookie sales.
April 30th: CPR training... 8 AM
May 5 - 7: Camping. With a wholly other troop and service unit. My kids will not be there. On Saturday I'm doing the program for a group of Daisies and special needs Girl Scouts. (This is where I realized it was a sickness... AND I'm actually excited!)
May 14th: Letter Carrier's Food Drive. I do this every year. It is one of my favorites.
Memorial Day Weekend: Northwest Folklife Festival. I also do this one every year... What's not to love? Dirty hippies as far as the eye can see.
It is a sickness, but what can I say. I love it! :)
In other news, new workcrush (who has the girlfriend anyway) has quit... so we're back to old stalking victim (I mean workcrush!). And tomrrow MP & I are hypothetically going to the Japanese Garden! Yay! I will post photos. I will definitely be going, if I am joined by MP that's good. If not, well, too bad for him. :)
April 3rd: Splash party with Brownies celebrating end of cookie sales.
April 30th: CPR training... 8 AM
May 5 - 7: Camping. With a wholly other troop and service unit. My kids will not be there. On Saturday I'm doing the program for a group of Daisies and special needs Girl Scouts. (This is where I realized it was a sickness... AND I'm actually excited!)
May 14th: Letter Carrier's Food Drive. I do this every year. It is one of my favorites.
Memorial Day Weekend: Northwest Folklife Festival. I also do this one every year... What's not to love? Dirty hippies as far as the eye can see.
It is a sickness, but what can I say. I love it! :)
In other news, new workcrush (who has the girlfriend anyway) has quit... so we're back to old stalking victim (I mean workcrush!). And tomrrow MP & I are hypothetically going to the Japanese Garden! Yay! I will post photos. I will definitely be going, if I am joined by MP that's good. If not, well, too bad for him. :)
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Shopping!
I managed to find some new shoes for me! Ever so useful Michelle sent me a link of cute shoes. I field tripped to Nordstroms this evening and bought a pair. I also bought some new nail polishes at Nordstroms Rack. Nordstroms Rack freaked me out. I wandered through the shoe department and wanted to shut down and sit in a corner. There was such chaos everywhere, and I live in a pretty chaotic world on my own and this was worse. They have all sorts of beauty products organized in a not horrifying fashion so I was able to pick out some pretty & fun nail polishes. I love nail polish. So then headed to Nordstroms. I am not a big fan of fancy schmancy stores. I feel intimidated. Although sales people should really love me in general. I don't take up too much of their time. I know what I'm looking for. And if I've done enough research that I'm actually in a store to purchase, chances are unless in person it is hideous or of a terrible fabric or something, I'm buying. So I bought these cute shoes...
I then field tripped to a bookstore and actually bought books. I haven't bought a new book in quite a while, and I bought 4. I'm very excited about them...
One Man's Wilderness is the one I'm most anxious to read. I have such a love for Alaska, and a book about a man who builds his own cabin and all that seems so cool.
Next Big Thing is a total trash novel... chick lit.
The Reading Group is a chick lit book, but more like woman struggle or empowerment book not like Bridget Jones. A movie way to compare... Bridget Jones vs Steel Magnolias. Both chick movies, but different.
And finally hypocrite in a pouffy white dress. A memoir that seems to be something I can totally relate to.
I'm fairly excited to start some new books. The last one I read was Wicked while I was on vacation. After reading Wicked, I want to read Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister.
And as a random side note before heading to bed new book in tow, I fully expect to be taken to Disneyland when I'm 81 and celebrating Disneyland's 100th anniversary. I may be in a walker or a wheelchair or hooked up to an iron lung, but I'm riding Space Mountain. :)
I then field tripped to a bookstore and actually bought books. I haven't bought a new book in quite a while, and I bought 4. I'm very excited about them...
One Man's Wilderness is the one I'm most anxious to read. I have such a love for Alaska, and a book about a man who builds his own cabin and all that seems so cool.
Next Big Thing is a total trash novel... chick lit.
The Reading Group is a chick lit book, but more like woman struggle or empowerment book not like Bridget Jones. A movie way to compare... Bridget Jones vs Steel Magnolias. Both chick movies, but different.
And finally hypocrite in a pouffy white dress. A memoir that seems to be something I can totally relate to.
I'm fairly excited to start some new books. The last one I read was Wicked while I was on vacation. After reading Wicked, I want to read Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister.
And as a random side note before heading to bed new book in tow, I fully expect to be taken to Disneyland when I'm 81 and celebrating Disneyland's 100th anniversary. I may be in a walker or a wheelchair or hooked up to an iron lung, but I'm riding Space Mountain. :)
Ever so cute.
Apparently I am ever so cute when I wear my hair down. I've gotten several compliments on it today. I think it looks shaggy and crappy because it needs a trim, but whatever. :) I'll take what I can get. I am going to go get it trimmed though, and perhaps a little color to perk it up. Put more red back into it.
Yay! I'm actually going to go do this on Thursday after work. I told the guy I wanted color but I didn't know if I wanted full color or just highlights. Whatever they thought would look good. He seemed a little... hesitant about that instruction. Honestly, it is surprising I'm not more neurotic about my hair. Especially given how neurotic I am about almost everything else. Twice I've walked into a beauty shop with hair down to my waist or longer and had them cut it all off (shoulder length). For the record, neither time did I cry. Although the first time I did it, I did it at a Supercuts and the girl doing the cutting freaked out a bit. It was Christmas Eve Day and I walked in without an appointment having just washed my hair. It was completely impulsive and I was so happy once I did it. The 2nd time was last year, and in response to breaking up with a boy. (Or just needing a fresh change because I was turning 30... whichever makes me sound less pathetic). I think that's going to be an ongoing thing. I'll grow it out to ass length and then chop it all off and donate it to Locks of Love.
Yay! I'm actually going to go do this on Thursday after work. I told the guy I wanted color but I didn't know if I wanted full color or just highlights. Whatever they thought would look good. He seemed a little... hesitant about that instruction. Honestly, it is surprising I'm not more neurotic about my hair. Especially given how neurotic I am about almost everything else. Twice I've walked into a beauty shop with hair down to my waist or longer and had them cut it all off (shoulder length). For the record, neither time did I cry. Although the first time I did it, I did it at a Supercuts and the girl doing the cutting freaked out a bit. It was Christmas Eve Day and I walked in without an appointment having just washed my hair. It was completely impulsive and I was so happy once I did it. The 2nd time was last year, and in response to breaking up with a boy. (Or just needing a fresh change because I was turning 30... whichever makes me sound less pathetic). I think that's going to be an ongoing thing. I'll grow it out to ass length and then chop it all off and donate it to Locks of Love.
News and news...
Well, new workcrush has a girlfriend. He's now been knocked off workcrush status. Although when I walked up to him outside today he said that I smelled fantastic and then something else nice. But then we were talking about Group Health and he said he was just there with his girlfriend. Sigh. :) Back to stalking old workcrush. :)
In more exciting and better news... WE GOT RID OF THE COOKIES! Cookie drama is OVER! Yesterday after work, I rushed over to pick up whatever boxes we had leftover from the cookie mom to try to turn in, figuring that we wouldn't get credit for them but hoping. I turned them in and the cookie manager said that she was hoping the council cookie manager would just accept them back otherwise we would have to wait and see if anyone needed them for gift of caring. I don't know what happened, but my cookie mom checked and the 80 boxes I turned in last night are off our report so we are no longer responsible for them. We owe about 600 more dollars, but one mom owes 500, one owes 200 and one owes 150ish, I owe 36. We'll get our portion of the cookie money after all. I am so relieved. The girls will get their slumber party. The girls will get their vests for bridging and it doesn't have to come out of my pocket the way it did last year. Phew. Apparently now I need to start going back to church. I wished/prayed whatever twice and both came true. Dammit. :)
In more exciting and better news... WE GOT RID OF THE COOKIES! Cookie drama is OVER! Yesterday after work, I rushed over to pick up whatever boxes we had leftover from the cookie mom to try to turn in, figuring that we wouldn't get credit for them but hoping. I turned them in and the cookie manager said that she was hoping the council cookie manager would just accept them back otherwise we would have to wait and see if anyone needed them for gift of caring. I don't know what happened, but my cookie mom checked and the 80 boxes I turned in last night are off our report so we are no longer responsible for them. We owe about 600 more dollars, but one mom owes 500, one owes 200 and one owes 150ish, I owe 36. We'll get our portion of the cookie money after all. I am so relieved. The girls will get their slumber party. The girls will get their vests for bridging and it doesn't have to come out of my pocket the way it did last year. Phew. Apparently now I need to start going back to church. I wished/prayed whatever twice and both came true. Dammit. :)
Sunday, March 20, 2005
4 brownies & a queen
Last night at a site sale, 4 of my girls met my college friend Dana. Dana is the queeniest queen that ever did queen. He works at the video store that we were selling cookies outside of. I didn't know that was his store. He knocked on the window and I went in to chat. As he left for the evening he bought a box. Now Dana (like most gay men) calls me sweetie and baby and the like. I do the same. As he was leaving, he blew me a kiss. Of course after Dana left I get the question from the little girls. "Is he your boyfriend?" No, I reply. "But he called you sweetie and blew you a kiss how come?" I can't explain to them about Dana. It isn't my place to educate them about the gays. So I just say he is a dear old friend, we've known each other for years and that's just how we talk. My littlest Brownie proclaimed the whole interaction gross because Dana's a boy and luckily that ended the discussion. :)
Sooo cold
I just got home from our most recent site sale (ok about an hour and a half ago) and that deep horrifying cold has just settled in. You know the cold... when you've been standing outside in the cold for hours. You feel warm initially when you get indoors, but then this deep feeling of cold settles in. It settles in deep in your bones and the only thing that will help you is a hot bath or cuddling under many blankets. I'm thinking a nap is in order actually. It has been a long day. We sold maybe 50 boxes tops today. Officially and technically, though, we are done selling cookies. Thank goodness!
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Brief reprieve
Luckily we were able to turn in 21 cases of cookies. That's 252 less boxes to sell. I feel very relieved. We're not completely screwed anymore. We have 300 boxes to sell left but that's more manageable. :)
I admit it
Hello, my name is Joanne and I'm a morning person. For years I've tried not to be. I've tried sleeping late. I've tried to lie in bed for hours. It just doesn't work. I knew I hit rock bottom when even on vacation I was up before 7 every day. But now I can admit it and just get up at the wee hours of the morning and accept that this his who I am. :)
To that end, I was up this morning wanting to do laundry but as I was lying in bed it hit me... I had no laundry detergent. Dammit. So I get up, haul my ass to the grocery store all around 7 AM. I kind of like the city in the early morning. There aren't a lot of people about. The air smelled fresh and clean. There was a hint in the air that reminded me of camp. I get my shopping done and am in line when I notice the woman in front of me is buying 1 item. A 40. Who in the hell buys a 40 at 7 in the morning? This woman. There's a gentleman behind me talking, presumably to me. I turn around and discover a couple of things... a - he's a crazy. b- he's not only buying a 4o he is buying 2 40s. (Please tell me I'm using the right word for the exceedingly large cans of beer people buy). He's also talking about the beast and how even though he was in prison he isn't a beast. The beast is the Green River Killer. He saw the beast and stared him down. The beast isn't with little girls anymore, he's facing real men. And on and on and on. Matty P claims the crazies talk to me because I'm 'open and accomodating.' I need to work on that. Not being that. In college, the crazies always talked to Kate. It was a good deal for me... they left me alone. :) Luckily the crazy didn't follow me out of the store or anything like that and I made it home safely.
To that end, I was up this morning wanting to do laundry but as I was lying in bed it hit me... I had no laundry detergent. Dammit. So I get up, haul my ass to the grocery store all around 7 AM. I kind of like the city in the early morning. There aren't a lot of people about. The air smelled fresh and clean. There was a hint in the air that reminded me of camp. I get my shopping done and am in line when I notice the woman in front of me is buying 1 item. A 40. Who in the hell buys a 40 at 7 in the morning? This woman. There's a gentleman behind me talking, presumably to me. I turn around and discover a couple of things... a - he's a crazy. b- he's not only buying a 4o he is buying 2 40s. (Please tell me I'm using the right word for the exceedingly large cans of beer people buy). He's also talking about the beast and how even though he was in prison he isn't a beast. The beast is the Green River Killer. He saw the beast and stared him down. The beast isn't with little girls anymore, he's facing real men. And on and on and on. Matty P claims the crazies talk to me because I'm 'open and accomodating.' I need to work on that. Not being that. In college, the crazies always talked to Kate. It was a good deal for me... they left me alone. :) Luckily the crazy didn't follow me out of the store or anything like that and I made it home safely.
Friday, March 18, 2005
March madness
Ok so little bracket thingies isn't a technical term?? My middle boss who isn't really a boss because I don't report to her but she is higher on the food chain than I am by far will be so disappointed. She had Syracuse winning the whole thing. She is foolish because we all know Arizona will take it. :)
Farking basketball
Usually I could care less about basketball but now that I'm doing one of these little bracket thingies for our pool I'm all into it. I liked it better when I didn't care.
My pirate name is:
Iron Jenny Bonney
A pirate's life isn't easy; it takes a tough person. That's okay with you, though, since you are a tough person. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr!
Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.
Thanks to Ian who posted a discussion of pirates which prompted a commenter to provide this handy dandy link to get my own pirate name.
Basketball savant?
So far, I am one of 2 of the 7 of us leading in the basketball pool at work. An obvious sign of a genius... I think so. It is especially funny if you consider I just randomly guessed based on various random things, but my coworker who is in last place is an analyst by trade and so he did all sorts of figuring and calculating and research.
New Clothes!
Yay! I'm wearing a new tank top with a green cardigan over it. I feel very springy and happy even though it is rainy and cold outside. My new tank top has a tiny bit of lace across it that's peeking through the cardigan. It makes me feel very girly and cute. AND because it is Friday, I have tennis shoes and jeans on. And I'm wearing very cute ladybug socks I bought at Target. Life is good.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Cookie Conundrum Completed...
Well it looks like I will be spending my entire weekend standing outside selling cookies, but if it works and we get rid of the 572 cookie boxes we have left, we will be rolling in the dough. I am feeling more optimistic, although it will be rough. We have 2 sales on Saturday and 2 on Sunday. My coworker rocks though! She managed to convince a bunch of her friends to buy 37 boxes. I am greatly indebted to her. So if you're looking for cookies and live in the greater Seattle area, we'll be at the Rainier & McClellen QFC and or Rite Aid from 10 - 2 on Sunday and from 12 - 2 on Saturday. :D
I'm sitting here watching The Apprentice, and it is very interesting, but I am sad. No MP to do interactive TV with. I forgot that today is St. Patty's day and this is a big bar day, so I can only assume he is surrounded by lesbians wearing green.
Michelle's husband baked me a flourless cake for my birthday and she sent some of it home with me. It is absolutely heavenly with raspberry sorbet. I could die it is so yummy.
I may have a new work crush. Our new painter started and he is yummy. He temped in my building earlier this summer and we chatted briefly then. :) Having a dream is a good thing. ;)
I'm sitting here watching The Apprentice, and it is very interesting, but I am sad. No MP to do interactive TV with. I forgot that today is St. Patty's day and this is a big bar day, so I can only assume he is surrounded by lesbians wearing green.
Michelle's husband baked me a flourless cake for my birthday and she sent some of it home with me. It is absolutely heavenly with raspberry sorbet. I could die it is so yummy.
I may have a new work crush. Our new painter started and he is yummy. He temped in my building earlier this summer and we chatted briefly then. :) Having a dream is a good thing. ;)
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Cookie Anxiety
I'm having anxiety. We seem to have in our troop's hot little hands a billion (609 boxes) more cookies than we have the ability to sell. I have no idea how this came about. I've been wracking my brain since I found out and I just can't come up with why we still have 156 boxes of Samoas to sell. I may be the proud owner of 150 boxes in the next few days if Saturday's (and apparently another one on Sunday) site sale doesn't do well. I am exceedingly concerned. At the bare minimum to break even without giving our troop any money for the cookies, we have to sell 129 boxes this weekend. The first weekend we did that well (actually just under 200 boxes), but all other days not so hot. Pardon me while I freak out a bit. Anyone want to buy a bunch of Girl Scout Cookies?
Edit: It has now been suggested to me by 2 of my coworkers that despite rules that say I can't do this, I should go and hang out in front of the lesbian bar. Fluff my hair a bit. Wear a good shirt and sell my little heart out. Lesbians support Girl Scouts, right? Although gay men are more extravagent with their money. Maybe I should try there... They want to be Girl Scouts...
Edit: It has now been suggested to me by 2 of my coworkers that despite rules that say I can't do this, I should go and hang out in front of the lesbian bar. Fluff my hair a bit. Wear a good shirt and sell my little heart out. Lesbians support Girl Scouts, right? Although gay men are more extravagent with their money. Maybe I should try there... They want to be Girl Scouts...
I made it home...
And will post more, but here is what I will say. I was supposed to fly out of LAX at 1:00 in the afternoon. My plane ACTUALLY flew out of LAX at 5:15.
A few numbers for your reading pleasure...
5 - (ok 4.5 actually) The number of hours between when my plane was supposed to arrive and when it ACTUALLY did arrive in Seattle.
4 - The number of gates we were sent to. (Although technically we hit one twice)
3 - The number of bags I was carrying around because I shopped so damn much I overfilled the 2 bags I brought.
2 - The number of planes I boarded this afternoon
1 - The number of taxi cabs I took home when I decided I deserved a treat instead of riding the bus after 8:30 PM after having spent since 11:00 in airports or on planes and having not eaten a regular meal since then.
A few numbers for your reading pleasure...
5 - (ok 4.5 actually) The number of hours between when my plane was supposed to arrive and when it ACTUALLY did arrive in Seattle.
4 - The number of gates we were sent to. (Although technically we hit one twice)
3 - The number of bags I was carrying around because I shopped so damn much I overfilled the 2 bags I brought.
2 - The number of planes I boarded this afternoon
1 - The number of taxi cabs I took home when I decided I deserved a treat instead of riding the bus after 8:30 PM after having spent since 11:00 in airports or on planes and having not eaten a regular meal since then.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Michelle's Dream, or The Ice Man Cometh
All interpretations welcome.
I was a guest at someone’s house and I decided to go out for a walk in the snow. I saw a wagon on the side of the path, so I grabbed the handle and pulled it along with me. The wagon was small, about the size of a loaf of bread. I came to the base of a steep hill and continued walking. The hill became even steeper.
I could see the footprints of the person with whom I was staying. I knew that he had climbed the hill, so I figured that I could, too, but I was worried I might not make it because I wasn’t wearing the right kind of shoes. I tossed the wagon up to the top so that my hands would be free in case I needed them. I made it to the top of the hill and I realized that it was really a wall made out of ice. I sat on top of it and looked over the edge. There was a very steep drop on the other side and it looked like the wall was crumbling.
I grabbed the wagon and tossed it back down to where I had been. When the wagon landed it shook the wall a little so I climbed back down. When I got to the bottom of the wall, I hopped on a sled and rode it like a boogie board down to the bottom of the hill.
Walking
To dream that you are walking with ease, represents the way you are moving through life and progress toward your goals. Consider your destination.
To dream that you have difficulties walking, indicates that you are reluctant and hesitant in proceeding forward in some situation. You may also be trying to distance yourself from certain life experiences. The difficulty in walking is a reflection of your current situation and the obstacles that you are experiencing.
Snow
To see snow in your dream, signifies your inhibitions, repressed/unexpressed emotions and feelings of frigidity. You need to release and express these emotions and inhibitions.
[The wagon was covered in snow.] To dream that you find something in the snow, suggests that you are exploring and accessing your unused potential, abilities, and talents. You have uncovered some hidden talent and ability within yourself. It may also indicate forgiving yourself or others.
Wagon
To see a wagon in your dream, is symbolic of difficulties. It also signifies your thrifty nature and your unwillingness to take risks. To see an empty and abandoned wagon, signifies loss and dissatisfaction.
Hill
To dream that you are climbing a hill signifies your struggles in achieving a goal. To dream that you are standing on top of a hill, signifies that you have succeeded in your endeavors or that you have now have the resources to complete a task at hand.
Shoes
In general, shoes represent your approach to life. It suggests that you are well-grounded or that you are down to earth. It also represents your convictions about your beliefs.
To dream that you are wearing inappropriate shoes for the activity at hand, denotes that your progress and path in life will be laborious and ill-prepared. It may also indicate that you are heading in the wrong direction and need to reevaluate your goals.
Walls
To see a wall in your dream, signifies limitations. obstacles and boundaries. There is a barrier obstructing your progress. If you see a wall crumble, then it suggests that you have easily risen above your problems and overcame your barriers.
Ice
To see ice in your dream, suggests that you are lacking a flow of ideas and thoughts. You are not seeing in progress in your life. Alternatively, you may be feeling emotionally paralyzed or rigid. You need to let your feelings be known.
Sled
To dream that you are sledding, represents your fun-loving personality and open-minded perspectives on life.
I was a guest at someone’s house and I decided to go out for a walk in the snow. I saw a wagon on the side of the path, so I grabbed the handle and pulled it along with me. The wagon was small, about the size of a loaf of bread. I came to the base of a steep hill and continued walking. The hill became even steeper.
I could see the footprints of the person with whom I was staying. I knew that he had climbed the hill, so I figured that I could, too, but I was worried I might not make it because I wasn’t wearing the right kind of shoes. I tossed the wagon up to the top so that my hands would be free in case I needed them. I made it to the top of the hill and I realized that it was really a wall made out of ice. I sat on top of it and looked over the edge. There was a very steep drop on the other side and it looked like the wall was crumbling.
I grabbed the wagon and tossed it back down to where I had been. When the wagon landed it shook the wall a little so I climbed back down. When I got to the bottom of the wall, I hopped on a sled and rode it like a boogie board down to the bottom of the hill.
Walking
To dream that you are walking with ease, represents the way you are moving through life and progress toward your goals. Consider your destination.
To dream that you have difficulties walking, indicates that you are reluctant and hesitant in proceeding forward in some situation. You may also be trying to distance yourself from certain life experiences. The difficulty in walking is a reflection of your current situation and the obstacles that you are experiencing.
Snow
To see snow in your dream, signifies your inhibitions, repressed/unexpressed emotions and feelings of frigidity. You need to release and express these emotions and inhibitions.
[The wagon was covered in snow.] To dream that you find something in the snow, suggests that you are exploring and accessing your unused potential, abilities, and talents. You have uncovered some hidden talent and ability within yourself. It may also indicate forgiving yourself or others.
Wagon
To see a wagon in your dream, is symbolic of difficulties. It also signifies your thrifty nature and your unwillingness to take risks. To see an empty and abandoned wagon, signifies loss and dissatisfaction.
Hill
To dream that you are climbing a hill signifies your struggles in achieving a goal. To dream that you are standing on top of a hill, signifies that you have succeeded in your endeavors or that you have now have the resources to complete a task at hand.
Shoes
In general, shoes represent your approach to life. It suggests that you are well-grounded or that you are down to earth. It also represents your convictions about your beliefs.
To dream that you are wearing inappropriate shoes for the activity at hand, denotes that your progress and path in life will be laborious and ill-prepared. It may also indicate that you are heading in the wrong direction and need to reevaluate your goals.
Walls
To see a wall in your dream, signifies limitations. obstacles and boundaries. There is a barrier obstructing your progress. If you see a wall crumble, then it suggests that you have easily risen above your problems and overcame your barriers.
Ice
To see ice in your dream, suggests that you are lacking a flow of ideas and thoughts. You are not seeing in progress in your life. Alternatively, you may be feeling emotionally paralyzed or rigid. You need to let your feelings be known.
Sled
To dream that you are sledding, represents your fun-loving personality and open-minded perspectives on life.
Secretly a Lesbian
Michelle & Matty P make a big bunch of jokes about how I could be secretly a lesbian. Now ordinarily I laugh along and not really care, but an experience recently makes me wonder my own self. Michelle & I went shoe shopping as part of our great shopping adventures. Here’s where I think I’m secretly a lesbian (or maybe secretly a straight man, although I don't think I'm too into kissing girls)… I hate shoe shopping. I hate it with the fire of Mt. St. Helens currently erupting. I hate it more than Star Wars geeks hate Jar Jar Binks. Why do I hate shoe shopping you may ask? Oh so many reasons.
1 - I have fat little duck feet. Most shoes are too narrow for them. The cute ones are especially too narrow for duck feet.
2 – Most are too frou frouey for my taste. I don’t like little bows. I don’t like glitter & sparkles so much. Little thin straps make my feet look like they are in sausage casings. I do kind of like Mary Janes.
3 – The ones that aren’t like that are like grandma shoes. Grandma shoes are not fun.
4 – I don’t wear high heels. The little teeny tiny ones make me think I’m going to die by falling over. Thicker chunky styles are okay actually.
5 – The simple shoes I am seeking to wear with the few skirts I have apparently do not exist.
1 - I have fat little duck feet. Most shoes are too narrow for them. The cute ones are especially too narrow for duck feet.
2 – Most are too frou frouey for my taste. I don’t like little bows. I don’t like glitter & sparkles so much. Little thin straps make my feet look like they are in sausage casings. I do kind of like Mary Janes.
3 – The ones that aren’t like that are like grandma shoes. Grandma shoes are not fun.
4 – I don’t wear high heels. The little teeny tiny ones make me think I’m going to die by falling over. Thicker chunky styles are okay actually.
5 – The simple shoes I am seeking to wear with the few skirts I have apparently do not exist.
Travelblog day 2 (Friday)
We spent the day shopping. I got some loverly clothes which made me fairly happy, mostly tops but a pair of cropped pants too. We shall shop tomorrow as well. For dinner we went to this little countryesque restaurant. It was good and very American.
It is so quiet and dark out here. There are no street lights. I’m so used to city living with all the sirens and freaks outside screaming.
2 More days until I’m officially “In my 30’s”. I don’t think I like this.
It is so quiet and dark out here. There are no street lights. I’m so used to city living with all the sirens and freaks outside screaming.
2 More days until I’m officially “In my 30’s”. I don’t think I like this.
Travelblog Day 1 (Thursday's)
5:30
I’m sitting here in the Seattle Airport, having gotten here the requisite 2 hours early. Breezed through security and found myself out at the N gate area. Who knew this gate was out here? I grabbed some dinner at Burger King – their grilled chicken salad. Their grilled chicken is gross. It was however, ‘hot meat in a bag.’ There’s something innately wrong with the phrase hot meat in a bag. Maybe it is because I hang out with the gays too much.
United is now offering a new scam of sorts. For 24 extra dollars I can move up to fancy coach (I’m sure it had another name, but hell if I can remember what it was) with 5 more inches of legroom. Does 5 inches really matter? That’s not even the length from my middle finger to my wrist. I can’t imagine that it does… although I’m sure there are some that would disagree with me.
My luck with catching public transportation continues and about 75% of the time when I’m catching a bus, I manage to get to the stop only a few minutes before the bus gets there to go. I was actually worried briefly that I was going to miss it in my mad dash down the hill.
I almost forgot the funniest thing that happened today. I headed into the payroll office to drop off some forms and our payroll manager tells me that biggest boss has a present for me and hands me a check. I’m confused and slightly weirded out. We go back and forth a couple of times about the purpose of said check. I have no idea why she is giving it to me and she keeps saying it is for my vacation. I open the check. $3,600! Holy shrit! That’s one heck of a gift. She thinks for a moment more then says that she had better take it back. She thinks it was maybe supposed to be a surprise. She tells me when biggest boss gives it back to me I have to act surprised. Hee. I do and got to deposit a large quantity of cash into my checking account. Yay for random money. Yeah, most of it will go to my dear friends American Express and Mastercard, but for a brief moment it is nice to have money. Is it guilt over not giving me the job money? Who cares, it's cash!
7:20
Ok the scam, totally should’ve gone for it. The person in front of me has her seat back. I think I may hate her. They are showing NBC on United and it sucks. I thought they were going to show something interesting. Not so much. Something leaked in my backpack so now the whole inside is wet. I don’t know why or how but I’m seriously peeved about that. I am so paying the extra on the way back. Also, it is a family of like 30 ahead of me… ok more like 10, but 6 of them are children. AND the woman with the leaned back seat, she’s sitting forward so this is pointless and annoying and inconsiderate.
7:37
It is official, I hate the family in front of me. The children are not well behaved on the palane. One of the little girls (2 rows ahead) keeps turning around to another little girl (1 row ahead) and shouting her name. Just over and over. Little girl does not respond so other little girl keeps shouting name. Toddler girl screamed and cried for daddy who finally changed seats causing seat in front of me to keep jarring into me. Seriously. I’m taking the bus next time.
8:35 – They’re singing. Kill me now.
I’m sitting here in the Seattle Airport, having gotten here the requisite 2 hours early. Breezed through security and found myself out at the N gate area. Who knew this gate was out here? I grabbed some dinner at Burger King – their grilled chicken salad. Their grilled chicken is gross. It was however, ‘hot meat in a bag.’ There’s something innately wrong with the phrase hot meat in a bag. Maybe it is because I hang out with the gays too much.
United is now offering a new scam of sorts. For 24 extra dollars I can move up to fancy coach (I’m sure it had another name, but hell if I can remember what it was) with 5 more inches of legroom. Does 5 inches really matter? That’s not even the length from my middle finger to my wrist. I can’t imagine that it does… although I’m sure there are some that would disagree with me.
My luck with catching public transportation continues and about 75% of the time when I’m catching a bus, I manage to get to the stop only a few minutes before the bus gets there to go. I was actually worried briefly that I was going to miss it in my mad dash down the hill.
I almost forgot the funniest thing that happened today. I headed into the payroll office to drop off some forms and our payroll manager tells me that biggest boss has a present for me and hands me a check. I’m confused and slightly weirded out. We go back and forth a couple of times about the purpose of said check. I have no idea why she is giving it to me and she keeps saying it is for my vacation. I open the check. $3,600! Holy shrit! That’s one heck of a gift. She thinks for a moment more then says that she had better take it back. She thinks it was maybe supposed to be a surprise. She tells me when biggest boss gives it back to me I have to act surprised. Hee. I do and got to deposit a large quantity of cash into my checking account. Yay for random money. Yeah, most of it will go to my dear friends American Express and Mastercard, but for a brief moment it is nice to have money. Is it guilt over not giving me the job money? Who cares, it's cash!
7:20
Ok the scam, totally should’ve gone for it. The person in front of me has her seat back. I think I may hate her. They are showing NBC on United and it sucks. I thought they were going to show something interesting. Not so much. Something leaked in my backpack so now the whole inside is wet. I don’t know why or how but I’m seriously peeved about that. I am so paying the extra on the way back. Also, it is a family of like 30 ahead of me… ok more like 10, but 6 of them are children. AND the woman with the leaned back seat, she’s sitting forward so this is pointless and annoying and inconsiderate.
7:37
It is official, I hate the family in front of me. The children are not well behaved on the palane. One of the little girls (2 rows ahead) keeps turning around to another little girl (1 row ahead) and shouting her name. Just over and over. Little girl does not respond so other little girl keeps shouting name. Toddler girl screamed and cried for daddy who finally changed seats causing seat in front of me to keep jarring into me. Seriously. I’m taking the bus next time.
8:35 – They’re singing. Kill me now.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
1st day with boss...
Well I survived. It was not as traumatizing as I feared. Of course it is only the first day so who knows. I am cautiously optimistic.
For lunch we went up to the faculty/staff dining hall. We did a welcome lunch and my birthday. I was so horrified. They sang. The people in the restaurant sang. For those of you who really know me, you know that this is akin to making me walk naked into Pike Place Market. I do not love being the center of any sort of attention. I don't think I fear getting married as much as I completely fear the walking down the aisle all 15 people I know (and that may be generous) staring at me.
While the girls and I were outside tonight selling cookies, an older man came up. He was asking about a discount on the cookies. He claimed to be part Jewish and proceeded to use the phrase 'jew you down' multiple times. One of the Brownie Moms just looked at me and we both rolled our eyes. Luckily the kids didn't really ask us what that was about. Did I mention he was an older African American man? It was odd. Also, one of my Brownies told me about when they tried to sell cookies to a homeless man without realizing he was homeless. I don't remember this, and I've been at every cookie sale (except the time I was late). I told her it is better we don't talk to the crazies... SO in typical child style, a woman walked by - possibly strung out or possibly so horrifyingly overcome by the flu that she was heavily medicated - yelling at her son. Little girl says to me 'that's one of the crazies right, Joanne?' Whoops. I don't think the woman heard her. The girls and moms got me a card and they all signed it. It was very cute.
And in case I haven't mentioned it lately... VACATION! By this time tomorrow I will be in California!
For lunch we went up to the faculty/staff dining hall. We did a welcome lunch and my birthday. I was so horrified. They sang. The people in the restaurant sang. For those of you who really know me, you know that this is akin to making me walk naked into Pike Place Market. I do not love being the center of any sort of attention. I don't think I fear getting married as much as I completely fear the walking down the aisle all 15 people I know (and that may be generous) staring at me.
While the girls and I were outside tonight selling cookies, an older man came up. He was asking about a discount on the cookies. He claimed to be part Jewish and proceeded to use the phrase 'jew you down' multiple times. One of the Brownie Moms just looked at me and we both rolled our eyes. Luckily the kids didn't really ask us what that was about. Did I mention he was an older African American man? It was odd. Also, one of my Brownies told me about when they tried to sell cookies to a homeless man without realizing he was homeless. I don't remember this, and I've been at every cookie sale (except the time I was late). I told her it is better we don't talk to the crazies... SO in typical child style, a woman walked by - possibly strung out or possibly so horrifyingly overcome by the flu that she was heavily medicated - yelling at her son. Little girl says to me 'that's one of the crazies right, Joanne?' Whoops. I don't think the woman heard her. The girls and moms got me a card and they all signed it. It was very cute.
And in case I haven't mentioned it lately... VACATION! By this time tomorrow I will be in California!
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
New boss
Starts today. I am sure I'll have more to post on this later. However, apparently it didn't dawn on me that I would have to be the one to train her on our rudimentary stuff.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Herpes...
I have never had herpes. I have no intention of ever getting herpes. But I am curious to know what it is about herpes that "knocks her [the Valtrex lady] out of commission for several days." Is that code for 'I can't sleep with my man for a couple of days and so we all suffer'? Or do you really get sick? Hmmm...
Not at all surprising
| You Are 30% Extrovert, 70% Introvert |
You are quite reserved You aren't afraid of social situations... But you very much prefer to go it alone And why not? You're your own best friend! |
Somebody told me that you had a boyfriend...
Who looks like a girlfriend that I had in February of last year....
Matty P & I have almost given up the quest to find a straight bar with darts. Neither of us are drinking these days. So we ended up at Vivace again to play cards and Othello and Backgammon. Apparently I can win one out of every 3 games played. Except at Othello. Where I can win zero out of 3 games played. Apparently I win so rarely that I am an obnoxious winner also. I had 2 cups of their amazing spiced apple cider. This time with ginger as well. It was incredibly yummy. While we were playing our games, there was a group behind us at a table playing Go. The young woman was just learning how to play. Apparently she disagreed with the way the game was being played and accused her companion Shane of making up his own rules. "These are the rules of Shane not the rules of Go!" She just kept going on and on about it. I seriously was hoping that if I had mad skillz I could turn around and whip the playing card just right to sever her jugular. We played until 10:15 when Matty's hunger could no longer be contained so we headed to QFC. Normal people know the rules, you don't shop when you're hungry. These are not normal times, though, and Matt ended up buying very random things. Actually I say that as though I didn't buy random things... butter, soda pop and corn chips. And magazines. I lurve magazines.
As a Pisces and a middle child, I am the poster child for passivity and people pleasing. That seems to make Matty a little frustrated with me periodically. Of course, according to both Matty & my father I'm also contrary and hard headed so... I may have been going somewhere with this, but I've forgotten where.
Matty P & I have almost given up the quest to find a straight bar with darts. Neither of us are drinking these days. So we ended up at Vivace again to play cards and Othello and Backgammon. Apparently I can win one out of every 3 games played. Except at Othello. Where I can win zero out of 3 games played. Apparently I win so rarely that I am an obnoxious winner also. I had 2 cups of their amazing spiced apple cider. This time with ginger as well. It was incredibly yummy. While we were playing our games, there was a group behind us at a table playing Go. The young woman was just learning how to play. Apparently she disagreed with the way the game was being played and accused her companion Shane of making up his own rules. "These are the rules of Shane not the rules of Go!" She just kept going on and on about it. I seriously was hoping that if I had mad skillz I could turn around and whip the playing card just right to sever her jugular. We played until 10:15 when Matty's hunger could no longer be contained so we headed to QFC. Normal people know the rules, you don't shop when you're hungry. These are not normal times, though, and Matt ended up buying very random things. Actually I say that as though I didn't buy random things... butter, soda pop and corn chips. And magazines. I lurve magazines.
As a Pisces and a middle child, I am the poster child for passivity and people pleasing. That seems to make Matty a little frustrated with me periodically. Of course, according to both Matty & my father I'm also contrary and hard headed so... I may have been going somewhere with this, but I've forgotten where.
Monday, March 07, 2005
This is the thanks I get??
My friend who regularly goes to hockey with me and who volunteered for the firefighter stairclimb with me just left after having told me a story that nearly broke my hard little heart. After the climb, there was a celebration at a nearby bar. She went. I couldn't because I had cookie sales at the stupid Burt's Red Apple which is in some neighborhood I had never been to. AND I actually went to the wrong store and had to call one of my Brownie moms to find out a) I was in the wrong place and b) please come get me now that I know I'm in the wrong place, but I digress. So she goes and they are there for a while and she is talking to all the firemen and they suggest going to a different bar. The firefighters go to their hotel or wherever to clean up. She goes home to clean up and they all meet again at this other bar. Where she proceeds to party with the firefighters. Let me emphasize this for you... SHE PROCEEDS TO PARTY WITH FIREFIGHTERS! She flirted and got drinks bought for her. She got autographs of some of the firefighters featured in the firefighter calendar. Hell she talked with them too! She was carried to the door by not one but 2 firefighters. She even got a phone number! Fuck the Brownies. Next year they can sell their own damn cookies. I am so partying with firefighters.
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Horrorscope for today
Someone from the past will intersect your path. Prepare for a pleasant surprise.
Hmm... can only think of a couple people from my past who would pleasantly surprise me. Although, if it is either of them... It would be a pleasant surprise indeed.
Hmm... can only think of a couple people from my past who would pleasantly surprise me. Although, if it is either of them... It would be a pleasant surprise indeed.
That's a lot of climbing!
I’ve been home from the Firefighter Stairclimb for about an hour now. I’m letting my feet rest and watching Pirates of the Caribbean. I love Johnny Depp in this movie. Later this evening I have to sell cookies at a site sale. I’m waiting for lunch to cook and I’m starving.
The Stair Climb was pretty cool again this year. I worked the registration desk again and it was interesting. This year they had made some changes which were not good. Instead of having all the individuals’ registrations in one big envelope for each district, they had them just put together in mail tubs. There was just a piece of paper between each district. Sometimes there wouldn’t have been enough space in the tubs for all the individual envelopes of a certain district, so they would be in the next tub. Only no one told us that so… It was frustrating to say the least. They had people on the registration desk and then me and another volunteer would from the desk to the tubs and grab the district. Back and forth. It was frustrating. Sometimes they wouldn’t give us the proper name for their district. Other times, some members had registered under one name, and others from the same team would be registered under a different district name. I talked to the registration desk coordinator at the end and she seemed to listen to my suggestions and comparisons about how it worked better last year.
After I was done at registration, I went outside and watched some of the firefighters head inside. They do the climb in full gear, which weighs 60 lbs. They climb 69 flights of stairs, which is 1311 steps. The BOA tower is 788 vertical feet – the 2nd largest tower west of the Mississippi. Last year the quickest time was 11 minutes 30 seconds. This year there were teams from as far away as Aukland (New Zealand), Arizona, Montana. In the atrium, there were different booths and vendors set up to appeal to the Fire Fighters. One of the most popular booths was one that had all sorts of customized helmets. It kind of made me laugh, all the guys crowded around the table with the toys. Outside, I was fascinated to see some of the different uniforms. The fire fighters from the Port of Seattle wore these incredibly shiny silver uniforms. There may be some reason for this, but I don’t know what it is. There were a lot of women too and that was kind of cool. While I was watching a young, kind of tiny, woman was waiting in line. She kind of looked like Marla Sokoloff (from the Practice). I hope she did well.
The Stair Climb was pretty cool again this year. I worked the registration desk again and it was interesting. This year they had made some changes which were not good. Instead of having all the individuals’ registrations in one big envelope for each district, they had them just put together in mail tubs. There was just a piece of paper between each district. Sometimes there wouldn’t have been enough space in the tubs for all the individual envelopes of a certain district, so they would be in the next tub. Only no one told us that so… It was frustrating to say the least. They had people on the registration desk and then me and another volunteer would from the desk to the tubs and grab the district. Back and forth. It was frustrating. Sometimes they wouldn’t give us the proper name for their district. Other times, some members had registered under one name, and others from the same team would be registered under a different district name. I talked to the registration desk coordinator at the end and she seemed to listen to my suggestions and comparisons about how it worked better last year.
After I was done at registration, I went outside and watched some of the firefighters head inside. They do the climb in full gear, which weighs 60 lbs. They climb 69 flights of stairs, which is 1311 steps. The BOA tower is 788 vertical feet – the 2nd largest tower west of the Mississippi. Last year the quickest time was 11 minutes 30 seconds. This year there were teams from as far away as Aukland (New Zealand), Arizona, Montana. In the atrium, there were different booths and vendors set up to appeal to the Fire Fighters. One of the most popular booths was one that had all sorts of customized helmets. It kind of made me laugh, all the guys crowded around the table with the toys. Outside, I was fascinated to see some of the different uniforms. The fire fighters from the Port of Seattle wore these incredibly shiny silver uniforms. There may be some reason for this, but I don’t know what it is. There were a lot of women too and that was kind of cool. While I was watching a young, kind of tiny, woman was waiting in line. She kind of looked like Marla Sokoloff (from the Practice). I hope she did well.
He shoots! He Scores!
I just got home from another Hockey game. I love hockey! It was a great game. Somehow I tend to end up seeing the Thunderbirds play the Silvertips. And every time I've been the T-birds have won. The T-birds scored a goal in the second period. Then the Silvertips did, yet in a remarkable turn of events, the Silvertips got a penalty for 'Goalie Interference.' Apparently when the T-Birds goalie was working away around the goal, one of the Silvertips just knocked him over. It took them what felt like 10 minutes to decide how this would work out. Somehow we ended up in a heavily Silvertip seating area and when the goal was overturned they were all pissed off. It was awesome. Another penalty I had never heard of was 'Boarding.' According to the Silvertips Website...
Boarding: Violently checking an opponent into boards.
With tonight's win, the T-Birds have cinched their division championship. So that's pretty damn exciting.
Right now I'm baking banana nut muffins and tomorrow I'm volunteering for the Firefighter Stairclimb. It combines 2 of my favorite things... volunteering and firefighters. :) This is my 2nd year doing it.
Boarding: Violently checking an opponent into boards.
With tonight's win, the T-Birds have cinched their division championship. So that's pretty damn exciting.
Right now I'm baking banana nut muffins and tomorrow I'm volunteering for the Firefighter Stairclimb. It combines 2 of my favorite things... volunteering and firefighters. :) This is my 2nd year doing it.
Friday, March 04, 2005
Bubble
I apparently live in a bubble where things cost a certain amount in my mind and I'm completely confused when I figure out they are actually a bazillion dollars more than I thought. I would be referring to, grad school. At the college I work for, tuition for grad school is approximately $490 to $600 per credit hour depending on the school. Business school hits the $600 mark. Now I work for a fancy pants private school. So in my mind, public state schools should be cheaper... WAY cheaper, right? RIGHT?! No. Not so much. Not at least what I would consider way cheaper. For in-state tuition at my own other local university for the degree program I am intersted (which is arts so it would equate to the $490 here) it is $384/credit hour. A difference of $300 per class, but is that enough to me? I could swear when I was at UAF, graduate tuition was like $100 something per credit hour. And then I remember that was 10 years ago! Of course UAA lists their graduate tuition to be $222 per credit hour (resident 434 non). I don't need a fancy school. Just somewhere that will take me and not cause me to go $100k in debt. Apparently my slacker nature has cost me the possibility to work for competing university. The job post had been pulled by the time I went to look at it again I think it was the next day or day after.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
How does this work?
I go into QFC for 2 items, soda pop and a steak for dinner tonight. I come home having spent $40 dollars. It isn't like I bought the fanciest steak in the joint. Somehow 2 items became 8 items... BUT thanks to a couple of those 8 items, I will have steak and bacon & cheddar mashed potatoes. Mmmm... bacon & cheddar mashed potatoes. :)
Now if only I had someone to seduce...
| Your Seduction Style: The Natural |
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No more 30 or 31 angst for Michelle!
It appears that I am nowhere near that age anyway. Nice.
You Are 23 Years Old |
23 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. |
On a happier note...
7 Days until Vacay! By this time next week, I will only be working a part day and then getting on a plane to CA! YAY VACAY!
Of course this also means that in just over a week I turn 31 and I don't want that, really. Can't I get just a few years back? Like 3.. or 4? Pretty please?
Of course this also means that in just over a week I turn 31 and I don't want that, really. Can't I get just a few years back? Like 3.. or 4? Pretty please?
WTF? Could I have had a worse nightmare?
Apparently eating corn chips and raspberry sorbet (not together 2 separate after dinner treats) is not conducive to good dreams. In fact it is conducive to jacked up murderous dreams where apparently everything I fear is going to attack me... So the dream starts out nice enough. I'm in the downstairs office where I meet a cute guy who is totally into me and flirting. We end up shopping together and I think he kisses me... turns out he is a serial killer and gets arrested and I think tried to kill me. We move on and I'm walking in a neighborhood where a couple of dogs come up to me. I think aww cute and go to pet one, no... this is a wild pack of dogs and they start chasing me with intent to maim I'm pretty sure... to a castle. Where I find out I have to kill the werewolves to make the dogs go back to normal. So suddenly I'm in a cabin with people I know (not in RL but like dream friends) and I keep having to talk to them and say their name so that they snap out of being werewolves. And I get bitten by a vampire. And towards the end of the dream a mass murder comes in and kills a whole bunch of people. That's when I wake up because this just got too weird... I'm pretty sure I don't want to look into what all these mean, but let's do it just for fun...
Murder: To dream that you witness a murder, indicates deep-seated anger towards somebody. Consider how the victim represents aspects of yourself that you want to destroy or eliminate. Note also that dreams of murder occur frequently during periods of depression.
Killer: To see a killer in your dream, suggests that an essential aspect of your emotions have been cut off. You feel that you are losing your identity and your individuality. Alternatively, this dream may represent purification and the healing process. You are standing up for yourself and putting a dramatic end to something.
Werewolf: To see a werewolf in your dream, indicates that something in your life is not what it seems. It is symbolic of fear, repressed anger, and uncontrollable violence.
Vampire: To see a vampire in your dream, symbolizes seduction and sensuality, as well as fear and death. The vampire represents contrasting images of civilized nobility and aggression/ferocity. It may depict someone in your waking life whose charm may ultimately prove harmful. Deep down inside you know that this person is bad for you, yet you are still drawn to it. Vampires also sometimes relate to decisions about sex and losing your virginity. Alternatively, to see a vampire suggests that you are feeling physically or emotionally drained. The vampire may also be symbolic for someone who is addicted to drugs or someone in an obsessive relationship.
Dogs: If the dog is vicious and/or growling, then it signifies some inner conflict within yourself. It may indicate betrayal and untrustworthiness.
Cabin: To dream that you are in or see a cabin in your dream, indicates that you succeed via your own means. It suggests that you are self-reliant and independent, yet still remain humble. You prefer the simpler things in life.
Castle: To see a castle in your dream, signifies reward, honor, recognition, and praise for your achievements. It foretells that your future will be a happy one, surrounded by the love of your children, generosity of neighbors, and comfort of friends. You are destined to a position of power, wealth, and prestige.
Murder: To dream that you witness a murder, indicates deep-seated anger towards somebody. Consider how the victim represents aspects of yourself that you want to destroy or eliminate. Note also that dreams of murder occur frequently during periods of depression.
Killer: To see a killer in your dream, suggests that an essential aspect of your emotions have been cut off. You feel that you are losing your identity and your individuality. Alternatively, this dream may represent purification and the healing process. You are standing up for yourself and putting a dramatic end to something.
Werewolf: To see a werewolf in your dream, indicates that something in your life is not what it seems. It is symbolic of fear, repressed anger, and uncontrollable violence.
Vampire: To see a vampire in your dream, symbolizes seduction and sensuality, as well as fear and death. The vampire represents contrasting images of civilized nobility and aggression/ferocity. It may depict someone in your waking life whose charm may ultimately prove harmful. Deep down inside you know that this person is bad for you, yet you are still drawn to it. Vampires also sometimes relate to decisions about sex and losing your virginity. Alternatively, to see a vampire suggests that you are feeling physically or emotionally drained. The vampire may also be symbolic for someone who is addicted to drugs or someone in an obsessive relationship.
Dogs: If the dog is vicious and/or growling, then it signifies some inner conflict within yourself. It may indicate betrayal and untrustworthiness.
Cabin: To dream that you are in or see a cabin in your dream, indicates that you succeed via your own means. It suggests that you are self-reliant and independent, yet still remain humble. You prefer the simpler things in life.
Castle: To see a castle in your dream, signifies reward, honor, recognition, and praise for your achievements. It foretells that your future will be a happy one, surrounded by the love of your children, generosity of neighbors, and comfort of friends. You are destined to a position of power, wealth, and prestige.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Baby names redux
Michelle & I are reading this article on MSN about what atrocities celebraties have foisted upon their offspring and it got me thinking about baby names. Poor Jane Pauley's TWINS are Rachel & Ross. They were born long before Friends mind you, but you know they must get tortured on a regular basis for that. And that one isn't really her fault. Those were pretty normal names. But let's look at a few others... Corey Feldman's son is named Zen. Naked chef named his daughters: Poppy Honey and Daisy Boo. Those are stripper names if I've ever heard them. U2 guitar guy The Edge apparently wants his kid to fly high in the navy with the name Blue Angel. (I think we used to watch those at airshows). Then of course we have the apparently evil Rob Morrow who named his child Tu. Tu Morrow... Infamously is Shannyn Sossaman's child... Audio Science. And finally for a man who truly hates his son... Speck Wildhorse courtesy of John Cougar Mellencamp. Speck. Who does that to a boy child? Really...
To that end, my first born child will be named qwasa after my little sister's imaginary friend. and I am not going to capitalize it. It will just be qwasa. It may just be qwasa with no last name too... like Cher. I'll have to think on that one. When we were growing up qwasa had a sister named Sandal and they lived in the mountains. I think that's all we ever really learned about qwasa. Although I seem to remember a family member named boot. Luckily few read this or my sister may never forgive me for sharing this little tale. Although there were always the stories about her biting that were much much worse.
To that end, my first born child will be named qwasa after my little sister's imaginary friend. and I am not going to capitalize it. It will just be qwasa. It may just be qwasa with no last name too... like Cher. I'll have to think on that one. When we were growing up qwasa had a sister named Sandal and they lived in the mountains. I think that's all we ever really learned about qwasa. Although I seem to remember a family member named boot. Luckily few read this or my sister may never forgive me for sharing this little tale. Although there were always the stories about her biting that were much much worse.
Easily influenced
I am easily influenced. Michelle and I joke that's one of the reasons she likes me... that may not be a joke actually. :) I also suspect it is one of the reasons Matty P and I hang out, although his reasoning may be more along the lines of he can beat me at board games. Anyway back to easily influenced. Earlier today Michelle IM's me something about wanting beef and eating beef for lunch. Suddenly this sounds like a brilliant idea. Beef! I love beef! Unfortunately nowhere around here cooks it well. And Brownie nights are always take out nights because those dang kids exhaust me too much to cook too. So then later I was thinking I wanted something sweet. She had to go and suggest chocolate. So the ginger snap I munched on totally was not what I wanted anymore. So I had to field trip to the bookstore where a 3 Musketeer bar jumped off the shelf and into my hands. I haven't had one in years but those damn commercials that are on all the time have permeated into my brain and forced this choice upon me. Damn them. :)
I dislike boy scouts
More specifically I dislike adult men who were once Boy Scouts who upon hearing that I'm a Girl Scout leader feel compelled to regale me with tall tales about when they were in Boy Scouts.* I'm sorry random vendor in Pike Place Market,** I don't believe that when you were in Boy Scouts they sent you out into the forest with a match and an orange and told you to fend for yourself for 3 days. I suspect that was more just something your dad did to get rid of you. Obviously he failed. I'm sorry other person I was talking to about making bean bags for my Brownies recently. I am sure you are right and that there isn't a bean bag throwing badge in Boy Scouts, but Girl Scouts don't have one either. It is for our Girl Sports Badge, which I told you... and yeah, my girls are 7, 8 & 9. Not quite the age where we send them off into the forest with 1 match and an orange and have them fend for themselves. So yes, please, base your declaration about how much harder Boy Scouts is on that one discussion of one badge. That won't make me like you less at all.
*MP, I don't count your tale of Boy Scouts in here because yours was believable. And not really about how you managed to survive all McGuyver style.
**Random vendor overheard me talking to someone else about being a Girl Scout leader and interjected his own story. And then tried to bait me into an argument about red tape. Please... apparently we just want to make sure the GIRLS return from the woods. Screw the boys. (and not like that pervs! :) )
New boss starts on the 9th. I go on vacay the 10th. Yay. Vacay! I guess I can't be late to work anymore. :(
I've noticed that recently when I walk without back pack on, my lower back starts to ache a lot fairly quickly. Actually I noticed the pain and was starting to get a tiny bit worried, but then this morning, the first morning I've worn my backpack in like 5 days, no pain. Probably my backpack forces me to do something posture-wise that I don't do on my own.
*MP, I don't count your tale of Boy Scouts in here because yours was believable. And not really about how you managed to survive all McGuyver style.
**Random vendor overheard me talking to someone else about being a Girl Scout leader and interjected his own story. And then tried to bait me into an argument about red tape. Please... apparently we just want to make sure the GIRLS return from the woods. Screw the boys. (and not like that pervs! :) )
New boss starts on the 9th. I go on vacay the 10th. Yay. Vacay! I guess I can't be late to work anymore. :(
I've noticed that recently when I walk without back pack on, my lower back starts to ache a lot fairly quickly. Actually I noticed the pain and was starting to get a tiny bit worried, but then this morning, the first morning I've worn my backpack in like 5 days, no pain. Probably my backpack forces me to do something posture-wise that I don't do on my own.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Holy crap
A few rather alarming realizations thanks to Michelle who pointed out that NYPD Blue is her longest relationship at 12 years... that was not counting friends...
In the friends I still actively talk to catagory... I've known Kate the longest at... 12 years. Oh no 13... That's a whole teenager's worth of time!
It has been 13 years since I was in high school.
Next year is my 10 year college reunion. (Do they even do those things?)
It has been 10 years since I've been in college, yet my college job is the longest job I've ever held at 3.5 years. (Actually I can't remember if I had that job as a freshman or not... if I did that's 4.5 years. Although as I further think about it, they didn't have DA's (desk attendents) our first year. Then a girl got murdered. Then there was high drama. Then they instituted them our 2nd year and I think Kate (who was a DA) & I got our jobs at about the same time...)
The longest relationship I've ever had with a boy... 7 months. And that was in college. I'm a living breathing Phoebe Buffay, only not as hot and I went to college.
God I may go shoot myself now. *
*Never fear, I'm against guns in all shapes and forms. I wouldn't own one. My husband will not own one. My children will not own one. When my father is too old and senile to care for himself, he'll get rid of his before he moves in (unless he got rid of it long ago which is possible).
In the friends I still actively talk to catagory... I've known Kate the longest at... 12 years. Oh no 13... That's a whole teenager's worth of time!
It has been 13 years since I was in high school.
Next year is my 10 year college reunion. (Do they even do those things?)
It has been 10 years since I've been in college, yet my college job is the longest job I've ever held at 3.5 years. (Actually I can't remember if I had that job as a freshman or not... if I did that's 4.5 years. Although as I further think about it, they didn't have DA's (desk attendents) our first year. Then a girl got murdered. Then there was high drama. Then they instituted them our 2nd year and I think Kate (who was a DA) & I got our jobs at about the same time...)
The longest relationship I've ever had with a boy... 7 months. And that was in college. I'm a living breathing Phoebe Buffay, only not as hot and I went to college.
God I may go shoot myself now. *
*Never fear, I'm against guns in all shapes and forms. I wouldn't own one. My husband will not own one. My children will not own one. When my father is too old and senile to care for himself, he'll get rid of his before he moves in (unless he got rid of it long ago which is possible).
Interesting people...
I work with some of the most fascinating people. I say this because I just received a note from a student requesting that I give the student 2 pieces of information from the benefits office. Now both things the student could've just asked for without a written request. Not only was the request hand written... it was on letterhead and written calligraphy. I would say this guy has too much time on his hands, but I know that he really writes like that. I'm vaguely fascinated by this.
Also, last week I go to tell a transfer student that she would be getting a scholarship through one of our tuition programs. It was pretty exciting. I never get to tell people good things. :) And we almost never give transfer students tuition scholarships. But her parents are so religious that they wouldn't let her leave for her first year of college and they really aren't supporting this leave either, but it is happening anyway. Good for her.
Also, last week I go to tell a transfer student that she would be getting a scholarship through one of our tuition programs. It was pretty exciting. I never get to tell people good things. :) And we almost never give transfer students tuition scholarships. But her parents are so religious that they wouldn't let her leave for her first year of college and they really aren't supporting this leave either, but it is happening anyway. Good for her.
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