Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Hee today's horrorscope: Daily singles love (by Astrology.com)A situation with romantic possibility comes to an end. There's no need to grieve for too long, though -- endings are just beginnings in disguise. A bright new opportunity will soon come your way.
Forgetful Jones - Firstly, apparently I should change my name to Forgetful Jones. I was so excited this morning to remember to bring an extra plastic bag to put my bathing suit in after water aerobics and liquid soap to wash the chlorine off. However compared to what I forgot today I may as well have given up on water aerobics today. I forgot my quarter for the locker. This was no big deal as I found a random wad of change in my pack. (Ok by random wad of change I mean 80 cents.) I forgot my comb for after class. Again no big deal, I have short hair now so I do the finger combing thing. Here's the big deal. I forgot my damn bus pass. I had the new pass for next year (September 06 - August 07) but not the one for now. I spoke to the bus driver and he let me on but I totally forgot about the going home part. So first I try to think of ways to obtain my additional needed 60 cents for the fare. First I go in and try to do a cash back thing at the 76 station. They don't let you do that. Then I figure I'll try the ATM. It only lets you take out 20 bucks at a time. I was hoping for one of those that does $5 options. So that's a non starter. Then I go back out and wait for the bus and hope for the nice driver. Luck was on my side and I got the nice driver who totally let me on so I could go home. Yay! :)
New Work Study - We're currently trying to hire a new work study student. Our old one went and got herself a TA position, the brat. :) So we interviewed one this afternoon. He was nice and what we need. Isa's checking her references. I hop off the bus after my swimming today and there are 3 gays walking down the street. Two in front and a 3rd trailing along. The 3rd one looks at me and says hello and looks a little abashed. It would be the work study student we just interviewed. I think he was a tad embarrassed. He said that these were the friends he was showing around and I said something inane about how this is a good place to show them. They randomly and suddenly cut across the street and as they did so, the 2 looked back at me. I waved and smiled because you know, I'm cheerful like that. I found it hysterical.
Myspace isn't completely useless - So today I was perusing myspace and I randomly decided to search for a person I used to know. My best friend from elementary school. She doesn't have the most uncommon first name (which is all I used since at one point in our years her last name changed for a short time to her dad's name but then I think it went back to her other name and then she got married.) . When I searched just the first name there were only 3 pages worth of people. And the very last person on page 3 was a person with her name, who looked vaguely like she would look now who was the right age and lives in the right place. Hence, I have a pretty good idea that she is who I think she is. I've put in a friend request. This could be kind of cool!
Little Manhatten - Thanks to Netflix, I am watching a movie called Little Manhatten. I'm only part way in but so far it is cute.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
Have any of y'all watched How I Met Your Mother? I was not a regular viewer but I'm finding it really funny. There's something about Doogie Howser as this total manwhore that cracks my shit up.
Tomorrow is our office picnic. The theme is Beach Blanket Bingo. (I came up with that.) I get to wear my denim capris and a t-shirt to work tomorrow and that makes me happy. We have cute little blow up beach balls and other beach themed toys to give away as party favors.
Random inappropriate question... why do lesbians name their kids weird names? I was walking past a couple and their son. His name Winter. Which then caused me to ponder about naming kids after seasons and who would do that? But then I remembered that I actually knew an Autumn and I currently know a Summer (although she spells it differently). So then I was thinking why are Summer and Autumn acceptable as names but not like Fall or Spring. (Well and in my head Winter, although I think it might be growing on me. He was an incredibly cute little kid).
My notboss came in with her new baby. He is 9 months old and very very cute. He is muy gordo. And his little baby fat rolls all over his body. He's trying to learn to crawl but having a hard time with it. (He is adopted from Guatemala and there they tend to hold infants for a lot longer than here in the states so they are slower to walk and crawl.) I was kind of fascinated by his mom and how she treated him. A couple of years ago, my boss went out on mat leave and had a baby. And she was a FREAK about the baby. She didn't like people touching his hands because then he put his hands in his mouth and germs. She wouldn't let him play on the floor of the office, she'd put a blanket down and then kind of herd him to keep him on the blanket. My notboss didn't do any of that. She was much more laid back. It was interesting the contrast. (Of course my former boss was a freak who drove me nuts so... any time in an interview if your would be boss makes a point of saying she's not a micromanager, she totally is.)
I think I no longer like my new haircut. It isn't a big deal and since I don't want to cut any more off I'll just leave it, but I was looking in the mirror today and I think it makes me look mushroom headed. Or it could have just been a bad hair day today. Sometimes it is hard to know. :) (Although I am finding that I'm constantly pulling my hair back out of my face. I hate my hair in my face. A mullet... seriously a mullet is tempting. :) )
Ooh ooh ooh, very exciting. I've been taking my water aerobics class for 5 weeks now. Yesterday while I was out with Big R, he commented that he noticed that I'm looking a little thinner. I'm thinking it is probably too soon to tell, but I was pleased nonetheless. (Especially because I have been thinking that my jeans are a bit too big but then I chalked it up to stretch denim. If I can squeeze my ass into the jeans that I bought that although are technically my size, they clearly will not fit my ass then I'll know it is true. I do not and will not own a scale.)
This morning I went and saw Snakes on a Plane. I didn't really want to see it. I went because friends were going. And it was $5 at the matinee at the good theater. I'm not afraid of snakes, but was totally against the whole buzz thing. Honestly it just looked so mind numbingly stupid I couldn't cope. But it was better than expected. I've seen it once and will undoubtedly never see it again. It was funny. I had to cover my eyes a couple of times. But I had a good time.
Later in the day instead of going to the beach, Rickey, Isa and I went and saw Little Miss Sunshine. If you haven't seen it, go. GO! It was HYSTERICAL. I was laughing so hard tears were running down my face. It was just awesome and I can't recommend it higher. Seriously... go.
This is our captain, Captain Lee King. Kind of handsome isn't he? I was in love instantly. Here he's demonstrating where to put our asses in case of an emergency.
The view of the University of Washington from the 99 bridge. This section of the 99 has a speed limit of 45 mph, so we were scooting along pretty quickly. If you ever decide to go on one of these things, the right side seems to be the better side for pictures. (I was on the left).
Gas Works Park. Apparently this area used to be a refinery of some sort and according to the tourguide the land under the park is so toxic that the builders who originally wanted to put condos there were unable to. But somehow, it is okay for a park. :) Actually they put in like 3 cubic feet (or maybe meters) of good dirt to try to protect the people. Kite hill is here and is supposed to be a great place for what? Kite flying. :) I think I want to get a kite for next summer.
Sleepless in Seattle! This is the floating house that was Tom Hanks' house in that movie. I learned the difference between a floating house and a houseboat. (It should be semi-obvious but I had actually never heard of such a thing as floating houses which is what we call houses on barges that float but don't have engines.)
Sailing sailing over the bounding main... Pretty sail boat.
Me at the end of the ride. The white lace around my neck holds my quacker (basically a duck noise maker with a beak shape).
Down at Westlake Center they were doing the sand castle building again. I stopped by and snapped a couple of shots. I find the sand building so cool. It is something I would have no skill with but I find awesome.
There's another picture I wanted to post, but blogger isn't having it. It is just a shot of the Space Needle, but I like the angle.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Friday night: Friday night I went to a party hosted by the incomparable Stephen. Now I believe I posted a whole bit of angst about going to a party where I wouldn't know anyone but it was a really good time. All of Stephen's friends were super nice. At least one was talkative so that helped too. :) I have a bit of house envy, he has a very nice house in northern Seattle with a yard and a deck and most importantly... a dishwasher! :) He is an amazing cook and had prepared all sorts of wonderful things. He's also as nice as can be and as sexy as his myspace pics imply. I left a lot earlier than the party ended, but I had the flexcar and needed to get it back. Next time I translate invite time to Stephen time and it will work better. :)
On the drive over I was contemplating social anxiety disorder. I was fine until I got off the 5 to the next part of the trip and I started getting more and more nervous. I couldn't decide, though, if this was the proper amount of nervous or an inappropriate amount of nervous. I actually went, though and had a fun time and talked to people so that probably means I don't need paxil or zoloft or lamasilk or silkience or whatever it is the TV tells me to get for social anxiety disorder. :) (Seriously, I spend too much time on my own which allows my thoughts to just drift unfettered.)
Friday, August 25, 2006
I read a Dear Abby letter today that represents in a nutshell why I'm as pro-choice as I am. (I don't go in for that only in certain cases bullshit or don't use it for birth control. Anyone who wants one should have no problems having one even if it is their 10th one in 10 years. I don't believe in forcing anyone to be parents who wouldn't or shouldn't. I honestly believe this for the sake of the children. In the parenting class I used to teach and in some of the children I used to teach I saw what happened to kids whose parents shouldn't have had them. I know plenty who say my beliefs deprive a child of a life, but the way I see it, they save a potential soul from a whole lot of grief. Let that soul go into a child that IS wanted and will be nurtured (You know if I believed in souls and all that crap I'd be down with reincarnation more than the whole heaven and hell thing)) So here's the letter:
DEAR ABBY: I'm 26 and have never wanted children. Last year, however, two
lines appeared on a pregnancy test and 41 weeks later the girl was born. I
pleaded and begged my husband throughout the pregnancy to sign adoption
papers with me. He refused. He is in the military and was gone through most
of the last seven months. We now live thousands of miles from my family, and
I am miserable, stuck with a colicky baby who still doesn't sleep through
I find no joy, no pleasure and no love being a mother. I can't sleep knowing I must
wake up to a crying baby and the same routine of feeding, diapers, baths and
bottles. I have become more and more detached from the girl and have nothing to
enjoy. Showers are short. Dinners are rushed and usually cold. I can't even
enjoy a cup of coffee without looking over my shoulder to see where the girl is.
I don't want her to touch me, and I can barely hide my revulsion when I have to
pick her up.
I am exhausted beyond belief, and my thoughts are turning darker every day. It's
not the girl's fault she was born, but I can't help feeling resentment and
anger toward this little person who more and more resembles a block of
concrete on my feet.
We can't afford day care, and we have no friends or relatives remotely close by. I can't stand to wake up much longer, and these long stretches of crying have my nerves shot and my hands itching to shake the girl until she shuts up. (I have never shaken her.) I'm scared of my feelings. What's wrong with me? Why can't I love my child? Should I put her in foster care? My husband can't stand her, either, but he's adamant that we keep her. Yet I'm suffering, and so is she. She deserves a mother who loves her.
The letter makes me so sad.At the rate this child is being raised she is well on her way to one fucked up adulthood. The right always goes on and on about kids being given up for adoption, but that doesn't happen as often as it should. (Now clearly in this case, abortion wasn't even an option since the husband apparently made the decisions.)
I may have to start getting involved in political volunteering. I don't want to do it, and I feel my skills are better used elsewhere, but it is becoming too big an issue to me to just sit idly by and allow others to do all the work.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
But then I went to IMDB to look him up and discovered he was also responsible for Say Anything and Jerry McGuire. Now both of those movies I LOVE so how do I resolve my dislike for Cameron Crowe movies with my love of those two movies? Then I thought I think too much and what difference does it make? :)
I will say, totally unrelated to Elizabethtown, I love the Gray Dawn South Park episode. How can I not, they spoof one of my favorite movies, Red Dawn. Awesome.
On Friday I'm facing one of my fears. You should all be supportive. :) I'm going to Stephen's party. I hate going places where I will have to socialize but I don't know anyone. However, it has come to my attention that I need more friends. Matthew left and I never replaced him and we spent a lot of time together. I noticed on Saturday that I might be a little lonely. So I am going to force the butterflies down and go someplace new. If you haven't heard from me in 3 days, call the police I'm sure that means the fear and butterflies have killed me and ferrets are feasting on my nose.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Sunday, August 20, 2006
I headed out on my Sunday adventure today to try letterboxing. I had picked a hunt that began down at the Space Needle because it didn't require a compass and I figured if the walking became too much, I could hop a bus to the next destination. The basics for this particular one is that I had to find a plaque in the first place and then using this code I would find where to go to the next plaque. So I found the first plaque and there was someone sitting in front of it! So I waited and read my book until the guy moved. I was about to make my move when another guy sat down. Crikey. Finally he left, and I sat down and did the code thing. It was time consuming, but I started to finish words with what was most logical and that helped cut the time.
My clue sent me down to the waterfront. I field tripped down there and searched for my next plaque. Whilst down there, this guy asked me to use my phone to call and get a ride back to Everett. I figure he's coming off a shift at one of the restaurants which is why he is so sweaty. It is hot outside and he's wearing the waiter's uninform of white shirt dark pants. He tries 2 different people and gets the 2nd one. He then stands for awhile near me while I'm still working on my letters. Then he asks to use it again and I say sure. He offers me a dollar, but it was just sad. I can afford a few minutes for this poor guy to get a ride. Then he says he isn't feeling well. The whole time he was sweating profusely (about 15 minutes). And he asks if he can use the phone again to call an ambulance. Yikes. He calls and says that there's an ambulance coming for him but then wanders off. I follow him because well 1 - now I'm worried about the guy and 2 - I don't want 911 chasing me down for making a false call. So he walks down the block where a fire truck and police car are but then walks back because they were responding to some other issue. So I catch up and wait with him. We chat for a few minutes and I ask about the sweating. Turns out that's a side effect of the chemicals he's been putting into his body. For years now. He's waiting for a call for a bed at a rehab facility. Clearly I am naive since I had no inkling that he was high (or going through withdrawal I don't know.) We chat and wait and he keeps taking his pulse. He said it feels like he is dead but he knows he isn't since he has a pulse. In retrospect it was actually kind of sad for the guy. We see the fire truck coming out of the parking lot area and he walks over to it and talks to the firemen since we hadn't seen the ambulance. I don't know how it works, maybe the dispatcher could tell he had problems and so he wasn't a priority. I don't want to invade his space so I hold back while he talks to the firemen. Then he heads back to me and we walk back across the street and wait for the firetruck to turn down the block we're on. They stop and get out of the truck and I feel okay about leaving him.
By now at least a half hour has passed and I'm too hot so I stop into a Starbucks to work on my clue (I had written down the whole plaque because I had gotten hot and wanted to sit down and work out the puzzle.) I had a banana frap and decided to head for home. It was already almost 5 and I had dinner to cook and there were still 3 clues to do so I figure I can finish another day. I'll hold on to what I've done so far. It was kind of fun and I think other ones may be more fun.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Here is my artist rendering of our dorm suite. There were 4 of us in each suite.
You will notice that Kate and I only have 1 bed. No we weren't participating in subversive lifestyles, Kate would insist upon moving in each year that the beds get bunked. (We actually only lived together a year and 3 quarters. And the moment she moved out the 2nd year, I unbunked the beds... actually I think in a fit of passive agressivity, I did it before she moved out but I digress.) Kate liked the beds bunked because it provided us with more space so she could do her step aerobics in the room. I got locked out daily so she could do it, although usually she did it when I was at class. It would drive her nuts when I skipped and then she'd boot me out. She also would only sleep on the bottom bunk because she couldn't climb up to the top. Also she didn't have the body strength necessary to heft the damn metal beds up to upper bunks so guess who did it. (You know when I type it all out like that she sounds kind of bitchy. She isn't really.) Also, my bedding was that fugly. My mom had a warped sense about sheets and crap and bought it all at an outlet that specialized in irregular crap. It was god awful pink and purple and teal and tacky as shit. She figured if it was obnoxious looking, no one would steal it out of the laundry room. The towels were similar. Sadly, I still use those towels.
The thin rectangle is a closet or a window sill depending. (If it is along the 'top' of the photo it is the window sill. I would use it to climb up onto the top bunk)
The 2 rectangles by the beds were bookshelves and the one in the corner is a dresser. There were also 2 shelves above each bed (well not Kates & mine because of the bunking thing) that I didn't draw in.
In the middle you see the toilet room and sink. Because we were the only dorm on campus with our own bathrooms, we were not given toilet paper. In our own goody 2 shoes act of rebellion, Kate & I were constantly stealing toilet paper from the building next door. Parkas are good for that.
And then the study with the desks. What is not shown is the amount of crap strewn all over Kates & my side. It drove Nicole CRAZY that we were messy.
The room next door was Nicole & Jen. I think they were friends in North Pole before moving in together. I feel like their bedding matched. It was all very Laura Ashley before there was a Laura Ashley collection. Nicole was also very proper, although not quite as prudish as Jen. She did try to talk to us about using those words in front of Jen, but you know how that kind of thing can backfire. :)
But it did remind me of a whole afternoon my friend Marion from college and I sat in the study in my suite and discussed baby names. (Before you go thinking I went to some fancy schmancy college, know 2 things... 1 - I went to a state school and 2 - I lived in the all girls hall. Also, by suite all they meant was the 2 bedrooms and a middle room with 2 'shelves' that were desks along the 2 side walls. I may have to draw this out in like paint for it to make sense but I've digressed). So we were discussing baby names and I have to say my friend Marion was inappropriate. She was fabulous but totally inappropriate. I had a roommate at the time, Jen, who was a prude. Now I'm kind of prudish, but she took it to whole other levels. You couldn't say masturbate in front of her because she'd get all weirded out. Marion loved nothing more than to come into our room shouting words like masturbate or penis just to make Jen squirm. That too was awesome. So my friend Marion was talking about baby names and she decided that she wanted 2 kids... a boy and a girl. The girl would be named Regina (which pronounced the Canadian way rhymes with a certain girly body part.) The boy... he did not get off so luckily. She would name him Penis. (Pronounced Pennis, rhymes with Dennis). So she spent the whole afternoon in our suite chattering and shouting the words Pennis and Regina until Jen was practically blue. She had been speaking with her mother who was an even bigger prude (is that possible?) and she was mortified by Marion. That was a truly awesome way to spend an afternoon.
I bit the inside of my cheek and apparently I am now going to keep doing this for the next 6 months.
My boss comes back from vacay on Tuesday. I should do some work so it looks like I actually do work.
I feel less full of self pity today than I did yesterday, although Michelle may be right and I should visit sooner rather than later. It is good to talk to people who I have a history with.
I'm thinking about going to a party I was invited to. It would surprise the person I think if I accepted and went. At the same time it is in Kirkland. Who lives in freakin' Kirkland? Although I haven't flexcar'd this month so I have time.
I think I'm going to clean the bathroom and the livingroom this weekend. (I make optimistic thoughts like this but let's see how they pan out.)
OH OH OH! I can't believe I forgot to share THIS with the internets. I agreed to be the service unit manager for my Girl Scout Service Unit. That means I'm important or something. I'm secretly slightly terrified that now that I've agreed to do it for this year, I'll never ever be able to get rid of the task. (I coordinate our service unit meetings, set up trainings if people are interested, keep track of stuff, plan stuff out, blah blah blah)
Ok workey workey time.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
So the new hair has been noticed by the guy at my taco place. Oh wait, all 3 guys at my taco place. It has been noticed by random campus security officer (who based on his over effusiveness about my new hair makes me question his straightness). But the artist formerly known as workcrush has not noticed. Despite having been into my office at least twice a day for the past 3 days to talk to me. AND since it is all cute and new, I toss my hair like 52 times a minute. boys suck. However, there was at least 1 new one at orientation that might be replacing the former wc.
While I was walking a cute guy asked me about my foot as he rode by on his bicycle. That was nice. :) Except you know it was a quick fly by. :)
I'm watching She's the Man. It is kinda cute. Cuter than I expected.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Mr & Mrs. Smith - I watched this on cable last night. It was fun in that I like movies where people shoot at other people, however except the action part I thought the rest was kind of boring. Maybe that's some deep metaphorical point that I obviously missed.
Losing it - (book) As far as chick lit goes, I like a lot of it. I'm not sure how I felt about this one. It ended the way one would expect it to. But there were some definite points where I almost put the book down because I could not believe any adult would act or think this way. In chapter 3 she goes to the doctor because she thinks she might be pregnant since she missed 2 periods. She hasn't had sex in years and so the doctor and her mother laugh at her. It was painful and unnecessary and in this day and age, anyone can google symptoms and come up with a better potential diagnosis than that. I checked the Amazon reviews, and people found it funny. I did not. Of course that may be because some of it hit just a touch too close to home for me. (The mother who never has anything nice to say about the daughter... A few others...) I did like the friendship between her and the older woman though. That was probably my favorite part of the whole book.
Romantic Fiction - I liked this book. It was cute and fluffy and so everyone fell into stereotypes, what's wrong with that? Honestly stereotypes come from somewhere, so there's always a bit of underlying truth there. And there were several places I just busted out laughing, so who needs more than that?
Welcome to the Great Mysterious - I just finished this one Saturday at the bus stop. At the bus stop where I'm close to bawling my head off because of the whole last quarter. That's not at all embarrassing. :) I really enjoyed it and I liked the idea of the book the sisters put together as children. During one family trip to an uncle's cabin, the girls put together this book of life questions. Then they asked each family member to write down their answer. The family each wrote an answer on a slip of paper which was then tucked into the book and the next day everyone drew one out and read it aloud. It really was just a sweet book and I enjoyed it a lot. I'm really liking books by Lorna Landvik. I read Patty Janes House of Curl and Oh My Stars some time ago and I remember enjoying both of those as well. I've just started Angry Housewives Eating Bon Bons and I may have to check out the rest of her books.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Feeding the birds. I know that the pic is out of focus, but that's my hand feeding the parakeet. (In retrospect I think that wasn't as fun as I wanted it to be because it was parakeets dammit. I had those growing up.)
Here's where the title comes from. Have any of y'all read Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself. It is by Judy Blume. I read it a bunch of times when I was a child. Anyway, according to Sally's grandmother, if a bird "plops" on you you'll get good luck for a year. That better be true since I was just minding my own business when plop. I wasn't even in one of the aviaries! I had to field trip through another aviary and into this whole other area just to find a damn bathroom to wash it off. (You'll all be glad that I didn't take a picture pre-wash.) Stupid bird.
These orchids were in the tropical section. They were GIANT.
Me in that same tropical animal section. Go me. :) (Also I like photoshop. I totally fixed the chip in my tooth that I'm self conscious about because I haven't gotten it fixed yet. Which now I've just defeated the purpose of fixing the picture because I've told y'all that the chip is still there. Seriously sometimes I should think. Except I think that I look purple in this picture. I may need to re-edit it.)
I went to the Rose Garden as well. I have wanted to go there for awhile. It was pretty. Apparently there was going to be a wedding some time because there were some chairs set up at the gazebo.Clearly this is not a rose. I don't know what it is but I liked these pink flowers.
I liked these 2 roses.
An overview of the garden. You can see the gazebo in the background.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Monday, August 07, 2006
I also did a very bad thing yesterday... I washed and dried my credit card holder. It contained my flexcar key card, my 2 ATM cards, my campus card, my blah blah blah. You get the picture. I have no idea if any of them are going to be negatively impacted by the heat. My flexcar keycard will never be flat again I think. Oh and I washed the card that I use for the pool, the prepaid thing. I hope they will still take it. You can see where the guy has x-ed out some of the $$ for my class.
I think I am going to get my hair cut and dyed this week. There's a foot to take off and I'm tired of it again. In my continuing effort to find a good place, I'm going to try one of the schools. Isa goes to it all the time and raves about it and it is much cheaper than going to a regular place. Plus she says they have the instructors there in case something goes awry. Plus, it is just hair I don't get all worked up about it like some people.
Finally, I wish there was a job where I could just lay in bed and read books. I finished The Bad Behavior of Belle Cantrell this weekend and started and finished Have you Seen Me? It was interesting and I couldn't put it down, but by the end I felt a little flat. I don't think that we really got a sense of the character and I had a hard time really believing the descent from college graduate into stripper into prostitute. Her reasons for becoming a stripper - she liked to dance, she didn't want to work in a 9-5 office job, she never got to run around naked as a kid - were odd to me. (Not that I know reasons to become a stripper, and maybe it is my own repressed waspy upbringing that assumes there have to be better reasons to become a stripper than that... or maybe that was something I missed in the book, the subtext that made this descent more logical.) The author can write though and her descriptions are amazing. I just thought the main character was rather emotionless and flat.
Friday, August 04, 2006
On my way home from getting tacos, I noticed an American Express Gold card lying on the ground. I was about to walk past it but thought better of it, Capitol Hill is a haven to all sorts of transients. So I picked it up and turned it in to Blockbuster.
I had a dream that Big R's dad died. His dad and stepmom work at the same place I do and his dad is kind of important there. I'm easily intimidated and so his dad makes me nervous. Anyway, I dreamed his father died and I was terribly terribly upset. I was just crying and crying. I comforted his stepmother. There was a whole wake thing going on. It was incredibly vivid and kind of weird when I woke up in the morning, I was almost confused for a moment.
We did actually have a colleague die recently. I went to the lunchtime mass that was in her honor. It was so weird how all the Catholic stuff came rushing back to me. I haven't been to a Catholic mass in a very long time. I've been to a couple of weddings, but that's about it. Yet I knew most of the responses and I still knew the Lord's Prayer. I don't think I've said the Lord's Prayer since my little sister and I shared a bedroom. It's like all the Catholic is stored in my DNA. :) Everybody went up to do the communion and so I held my hands over my chest indicating I didn't want communion and so the priest blessed me instead. He called me the wrong name. I found that so inappropriately funny I leaned forward to tell Isa he called me the wrong name and it came burbling out like laughter. (He called me by my other coworker's name. Somehow she and I are frequently mixed up. Apparently not thin brown haired chicks all look alike. You know, despite the fact that I wear glasses and long hair and we really don't look a like)
I can't wait for this week's episode of 30 days. A die hard atheist spends 30 days with 'true believers.' (The kind who pray with their hands in the air!) I like that for a change they aren't having an episode where a conservative is being forced to open up their opinions.
I may have found a new work crush. This one will be unrequited but that's okay. He's a new prof. Although the old WC did make me laugh the other day. He used slang when talking to me and so I had to call him on it. We were talking about lead singers for his band and I asked if they would ever pick a woman. We talked about what she'd need and he said "and she'd have to be hot." Now hot isn't the most slang term ever, but this is the guy who has used the phrase 'make love' instead of sex and 'genetalia' instead of... well anything except genetalia. So I cracked up and then he tried to amend it by saying attractive in really proper phrases and then he cracked up. It was funny.
Also I watched Queer Eye for the Straight Guy last night. I bawled my fool head off. The straight guy was actually a transgendered female to male person. The party they did at the end was his sort of coming out and he went to see his friends from high school and college now that he was living fully as a man. I really liked that the queer eye guys asked him the questions I kind of always wanted to know about. Whenever I'd ask someone who knew transgendered persons that person would always make me feel kind of dumb for asking, so I liked that I got some answers. Like they asked him how he had felt his whole life and to hear it from the person's mouth made it more real to me I suppose. They also asked him how his family was and how his mom felt having had this beautiful little baby girl who now is a boy. That's one I always wonder about, because I know that you're supposed to love your kids no matter what and accept everything about them and who they are but inside I can kind of understand the loss or the frustration or the heartbreak that happens when your kids don't turn out exactly how you hoped they would. And the best part about the question is he answered it honestly, that she was upset and confused at first and she accepts him but that she still sometimes struggles with it. And I liked that answer because it was very honest. It is a bit of a change. But they were really great parents and at the boat thing he got offered an internship with a transgendered non-profit that talks to students about trans issues. And his parents got an award for being so accepting and understanding and all that. The guys also had him take his regular shirts off so you could see the garment he uses to strap the boobies down. It really looks like a tight tank top, although I suspect it is even tighter than it looks once on. Eventually he's going to go in to get the top taken out and the guys made a joke about taking them away from him and giving them to someone who needs boobies. :) It was a good episode.
I've been reading several books lately. One I found on Spritely Chicks Read called The Bad Behavior of Belle Cantrell. Freemind Sprite liked parts of it but didn't like the hatred and violence of the actions of the KKK. I'm not finished with it yet, but I am fascinated. It is amazing to me how insidious the KKK is and how they slowly build their following by preying on the fears of the people. The culture of hate has always fascinated me. And so to read (a fictionalized account I will admit) about the building of it from the ground up is very interesting. I also like the main character Belle and I think she's the kind of woman I would like to think I'd be if I had been around then, opinionated and willing to stand up for what she believes is right.
I also finished Accidental Happiness recently. I really thought I'd read it before, but as I read it I realized I hadn't. I enjoyed it. It isn't necessarily a light beachy read, but it was a good book. A woman loses her husband in an accident. In her grief she has been living on their sailboat. His former wife comes back into her life towing a child who may or may not be his. He didn't know about her until just before he died and it is mostly about how the two women bond and ultimately end up being the family that they all needed.
I finished Journal of Mortifying Moments about a week ago. I liked it, although I see on Amazon it got mixed reviews. I found it funny and sweet. For some reason every time I read the phrase "high to medimum risk teen" I chuckled out loud. It does follow chick lit formula... Girl has boyfriend who is not good. Girl and boyfriend have troubles. Girl jumps into her own life and tries to change. Boyfriend comes back and girl takes him back. Girl realizes mistake blah blah blah...
Finally I read V for Vendetta. I had a hard time reading it. I don't know if it was the medium - a graphic novel - or the writing style or what. If I hadn't watched the movie I think I would have had no idea what was going on. With the obvious exception of V and Evy, I had the hardest time discerning which character was which. Since it is a graphic novel characterization is done through the drawings and conversations so I never got a real picture of each of the characters. Plus, to my eyes, many of them looked enough alike that I could never really tell who was who.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
You and some friends are going hiking. You park at a trail head and there are signs around saying you need a parking permit to park, but you do not see an obvious place to pay and get one. You go about your merry way and do your hiking thing. When you come back to your car you see a warning issued by the forest service. This is not a ticket like a police ticket but they do provide you with an envelope to send the $5.00 parking cost to them. It does not appear that there would be repurcussions if you do not pay. Do you:
A - Not pay. Why should you? It isn't a ticket.
B - Pay. Even though it isn't a real ticket, you still pay because the money benefits the trails blah blah blah.
C - Intend to pay but forget about it and find it like 2 months later mixed amongst the bills.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
30 Seconds on the clock. Please phrase your answer in the form of a question.
You all know the answer. After my class I went to the grocery store. I had about 4 items on my mental list: hamburger, taco seasoning, red sauce, taco shells, cheese and soda. (Already you see a problem? There were more than 4 items on my mental list and I totally forgot the ever important laundry detergent.) Somehow I spent over 50.00. What the hell did I buy? Stuff to bake. My gluten free crap is expensive y'all.
In an unrelated note, is MTV Cribs the most useless and dumb show MTV has ever produced? Please feel free to discuss, but my take is yes. I think it has the potential to be cool and interesting but basically every episode boils down to this: (I base this after listening to 13 minutes and watching 11 minutes of the show. I was in the kitchen baking during the first 13 min and then Leah Remini was on the next section and I kind of like her so I watched) So here is my impression of MTV Cribs.
This is my living room. We play pool here.
This is my kitchen. I like to cook so I have food in here.
This is my bedroom. I have a bed.
This is my
This is my
This is my.
I think the show might actually have potential but it is killing me!
Finally, KTP I know you'll agree with me on this one, Wes from the Real World/Road Rules Challenge is the dumbest dumb that ever did dumb. I can't believe he goes through this whole pretense of saying let's have an alliance with another team and then he votes that other team into exile. THEN he gets upset when they, rightfully, vote him in. I hope the gay guy beats his ass in exile.
EW Creepy this basketball guy just had his shower redesigned to fit 3 - 4 people. I don't think I ever needed to know that!
Aquajog was great again tonight. I'm glad I keep going back. The only bad thing is that I get done at 7:00 and catch a 7:25 bus. And on nights like tonight I had to go to the store so I didn't get home until 8:30 and didn't eat until 9:15. Crikey that's late.