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Monday, December 29, 2008
Let's Get Down to Business...
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Thursday, December 25, 2008
Merry Christmas To All...
May you be surrounded by Love, Peace, and Joy this day.
And may they have remembered to bathe before they came to dinner with their tofurkey for you and your family!
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And may they have remembered to bathe before they came to dinner with their tofurkey for you and your family!
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Friday, December 19, 2008
So...What Do You Do?
To be honest I really couldn't tell you. After I get off work, I stay busy, but when someone asked me what all that involved I really can't recall. Is that horrible? Mostly I just do whatever I need to get done, ie grocery shopping, cooking food for myself and others, doing my churchly (reads like "priestly" in Nacho Libre) duties, and helping out my friends or whoever calls me to go do stuff.
As a result my room is still a total mess, and I can't find my winter jacket. If I were anywhere else, but the sandbox this would be extremely problematic.
Speaking of which, I'd better find it before Christmas Eve which means only four days left for me to figure out where I last saw it and where it wandered off to since then...I suspect I might have left it a la casa de Wormer's.
As a result my room is still a total mess, and I can't find my winter jacket. If I were anywhere else, but the sandbox this would be extremely problematic.
Speaking of which, I'd better find it before Christmas Eve which means only four days left for me to figure out where I last saw it and where it wandered off to since then...I suspect I might have left it a la casa de Wormer's.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Doing Justice to the Family Name
Today at work we had our department Christmas shin dig. Due to the economic crunch we opted for a potluck. The food was plentiful and mighty tasty. I originally signed up to bring plates and napkins…can’t go wrong there and very hard to screw up on unless you just don’t bring any.
In the words of mi padre, “I smart. I rock star.” ;)
However, the night before I decided that I needed to finally make the raspberry pie I’ve been wanting to make since Thanksgiving. Well I decided if I was going to be baking I might as well go the two for one route since I was already doing the cooking thing.
Don’t get me wrong I enjoy cooking I just don’t do it much for myself. I will gladly cook for others...for a small fee...allegedly.
I digress.
Since my last pie “fiasco” (another story for another time, except this pie was chocolate chip) turned out the way it did. I decided I would do one filling at a time. Good thing too, since the last time I made this raspberry pie was a little over three years ago. The first go round wasn’t completely horrid, but due to my lack of skills in taking notes on my pie recipe aka writing clear instructions on the card,I added the corn starch to the already hot liquid mixture...
Yeah you guessed it...
It clumped faster than you can say instant mashed potatoes...or even faster than you can make them!
I checked out the back of the corn starch bag and the second line down went something like this, “if you are planning on adding ***’s corn starch to hot liquid we recommend that you first mix it with cool water—(doh! Hand to the forehead- NOW you tell me! Thanks guys. Really. I appreciate it. tons).
So I continued to boil the concoction in hopes that it might be able to further break down the corn starch globules. No dice, mostly. I really only succeeded in creating much smaller chunks. So I fished them out of the pot and continued in my quest for pie fame only slightly undeterred by the mishap.
The second go round, I started with the corn starch and water mixing business b/c, “my momma didn’t raise no fool” (although some days that fact is debatable ;) ). It went fabulously. The only hiccups were the overflowing of the gelatinous mixture, which is pretty usual for this recipe, so I took it as a good sign and put both pies in the fridge to set.
Bright and early this A.M. I decided to bring one of the pies b/c Heaven knows I don’t need two of those suckers hanging around the house…
A lovelycheese pizza raspberry pie just for me.
Insert two extra inches to each thigh here.
I decided to bring the “defective pie,” made from Lady’s recipe (which may or may not have been worked up by grandma mom...yo no se...Lady?) and added my own little twist.
I’ll give you a hint...
They’re GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRReat!
OK so that’s not really what I changed, but if you know where the quote comes from I will divulge my top secret ingredient, ooooooorrrrrrrr maybe send you a piece of my delicious pie! Although this pie might not make it through the mail too well :(
Despite my worries of some unsuspecting coworker noshing into a loverly chunk of corn starch, I received MANY complements on the tastiness thereof! One person even requested the recipe, and even said she would be trying it out over the holidays because she enjoyed it so much.
In the words of mi padre, “I smart. I rock star.” ;)
However, the night before I decided that I needed to finally make the raspberry pie I’ve been wanting to make since Thanksgiving. Well I decided if I was going to be baking I might as well go the two for one route since I was already doing the cooking thing.
Don’t get me wrong I enjoy cooking I just don’t do it much for myself. I will gladly cook for others...for a small fee...allegedly.
I digress.
Since my last pie “fiasco” (another story for another time, except this pie was chocolate chip) turned out the way it did. I decided I would do one filling at a time. Good thing too, since the last time I made this raspberry pie was a little over three years ago. The first go round wasn’t completely horrid, but due to my lack of skills in taking notes on my pie recipe aka writing clear instructions on the card,I added the corn starch to the already hot liquid mixture...
Yeah you guessed it...
It clumped faster than you can say instant mashed potatoes...or even faster than you can make them!
I checked out the back of the corn starch bag and the second line down went something like this, “if you are planning on adding ***’s corn starch to hot liquid we recommend that you first mix it with cool water—(doh! Hand to the forehead- NOW you tell me! Thanks guys. Really. I appreciate it. tons).
So I continued to boil the concoction in hopes that it might be able to further break down the corn starch globules. No dice, mostly. I really only succeeded in creating much smaller chunks. So I fished them out of the pot and continued in my quest for pie fame only slightly undeterred by the mishap.
The second go round, I started with the corn starch and water mixing business b/c, “my momma didn’t raise no fool” (although some days that fact is debatable ;) ). It went fabulously. The only hiccups were the overflowing of the gelatinous mixture, which is pretty usual for this recipe, so I took it as a good sign and put both pies in the fridge to set.
Bright and early this A.M. I decided to bring one of the pies b/c Heaven knows I don’t need two of those suckers hanging around the house…
A lovely
Insert two extra inches to each thigh here.
I decided to bring the “defective pie,” made from Lady’s recipe (which may or may not have been worked up by grandma mom...yo no se...Lady?) and added my own little twist.
I’ll give you a hint...
They’re GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRReat!
OK so that’s not really what I changed, but if you know where the quote comes from I will divulge my top secret ingredient, ooooooorrrrrrrr maybe send you a piece of my delicious pie! Although this pie might not make it through the mail too well :(
Despite my worries of some unsuspecting coworker noshing into a loverly chunk of corn starch, I received MANY complements on the tastiness thereof! One person even requested the recipe, and even said she would be trying it out over the holidays because she enjoyed it so much.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Rollin' of Epic Proportions!
I don't know how many of you actually watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade this year, but it takes the cake...or should I say pumpkin pie?
I LOVE RICK ROLLING!
I LOVE RICK ROLLING!
Friday, December 12, 2008
My New Car
Who knew that a G3o M3tro could double as a Bond mobile?
OOOOORRRRR
as an urban or not so urban assault vehicle?
I think I might have to get one in case of a zombie apocalypse
OOOOORRRRR
as an urban or not so urban assault vehicle?
I think I might have to get one in case of a zombie apocalypse
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Skimmy Dipping 10
What’s in a name?
Apparently our favorite werewolf was named after a country singer, and his parent's loved the artist so much that they heeded his sage words of advice and encouraged their son to become a doctor instead.
J Waylon Black
The really ironic part of all this? He’s actually located in WA
More hilarity...side story...
When I was looking up how far it is from Forks to Olympia...I came across two cities the first? Carlisle...no joke. The second? Humptul!p...no.joke. I about lost it. I even had to zoom in to make sure that I read that correctly. 8|
More weirdness...I used to watch this show all the time when I was a kid...no clue why or how, just did. This also probably explains quite a bit.
Apparently our favorite werewolf was named after a country singer, and his parent's loved the artist so much that they heeded his sage words of advice and encouraged their son to become a doctor instead.
J Waylon Black
The really ironic part of all this? He’s actually located in WA
More hilarity...side story...
When I was looking up how far it is from Forks to Olympia...I came across two cities the first? Carlisle...no joke. The second? Humptul!p...no.joke. I about lost it. I even had to zoom in to make sure that I read that correctly. 8|
More weirdness...I used to watch this show all the time when I was a kid...no clue why or how, just did. This also probably explains quite a bit.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Spelling Bee Queen
That is one thing I am NOT. I feel like since I’ve been working at my present job that my intelligence has rapidly decreased…or at least my capacity to spell words correctly.
For example: vomited/vomitted/ incontinence/incontinance/ transvestite…ok that word just looks like it’s spelled wrong.
“Why would one need to know how to spell these words correctly?” you might ask. Well I will tell you. It’s quite simple really. I don’t want to look like an idiot. In the words of the infamous yet hence departed Arugala(sp?) Queen
Ignorant Bosom Society*
Who's in?
*Not to be confused with that Oh so inconvenient Irritable Bowel Syndrome.
**Updated to add for Lady**
For example: vomited/vomitted/ incontinence/incontinance/ transvestite…ok that word just looks like it’s spelled wrong.
“Why would one need to know how to spell these words correctly?” you might ask. Well I will tell you. It’s quite simple really. I don’t want to look like an idiot. In the words of the infamous yet hence departed Arugala(sp?) Queen
Don't walk the "I'm-So-Educated" walk if you can't type out an "I'm-So-Educated" type e-mail. Got it? I prefer to contact people privately rather than a group response anyway so little snarkies like me won't tear apart my e-mails. <-------Admission Of My Own Ignorance--Ignorance That I Prefer To Hold Close To My Bosom Rather Than Showcasing! Yeah, my bosom be ignorant- Arugula QueenI think we might have to start a club
Ignorant Bosom Society*Who's in?
*Not to be confused with that Oh so inconvenient Irritable Bowel Syndrome.
**Updated to add for Lady**
Friday, December 5, 2008
Are You Listening?
I wouldn’t consider myself an eavesdropper, however I find that being something of a people watcher I also listen to others more than I talk. Combo that with being quite shy, and what you get is me not really saying a whole lot around people who I’m not close friends with. However the rub really comes when I do feel comfortable with people. Because I am still listening just as much as before, I somehow feel it’s ok to express my opinions and enter into conversations in which I am not always welcome…or at least my opinions aren’t. Thus leaving me feeling like I’ve got tourettes or something like it.
Speaking of tourettes the other night at FHE I was walking through to another room and people were lining either side of the hallway and talking to each other across the walking area, so in order to make it slightly less awkward I said “What’s up?” loud enough for those around to hear, yet kept walking. I kept walking because I wasn’t really trying to start a conversation or anything, like I already said I was trying to make it less awkward. It was at that moment that I realized that what had happened was in fact similar in nature to when people who have tourettes spout obscenities or something completely off the wall and people just dumbfoundedly stare.
So I asked my friend a little while later, “Do you ever feel like you have tourettes when you say hello to people?” She giggled and then said she in fact did feel that way as well from time to time.
Speaking of tourettes the other night at FHE I was walking through to another room and people were lining either side of the hallway and talking to each other across the walking area, so in order to make it slightly less awkward I said “What’s up?” loud enough for those around to hear, yet kept walking. I kept walking because I wasn’t really trying to start a conversation or anything, like I already said I was trying to make it less awkward. It was at that moment that I realized that what had happened was in fact similar in nature to when people who have tourettes spout obscenities or something completely off the wall and people just dumbfoundedly stare.
So I asked my friend a little while later, “Do you ever feel like you have tourettes when you say hello to people?” She giggled and then said she in fact did feel that way as well from time to time.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Youfers
I found out this morning that my last remaining grandparent passed away. I don’t really know what to say except of what I remember from when I was a little kid. They would always come down to visit us on Thanksgiving, pretty much every year without fail. I guess that her time to go seems a little more appropriate now that I think about it like that.
Anyway I remember that for some reason, all the kids would want to sleep in the bed with grandma and we’d each have a night, because she slept in my parent’s bed, although oddly grandpa never slept in the bed with her, at least there wasn’t a time that I can recall that he did, but I digress.
I also remember that us as grandkidlets would always try to get her to take out her teeth and talk. We just thought that was the coolest thing, still no clue why this fascinated us.
Also that was probably one of the few times during the year that we would get our favorite sugared cereals. It really is a grandparent’s job to spoil the grandkids.
My little kitty’s gone from the basket.
My little kitty’s gone up a tree.
Oh won’t some one please climb up to the tree tops,
And bring back my kitty to me.
There was a little rooster at the barnyard gate,
And that little rooster was GM’s playmate,
And that little rooster went
Cockle-de-doodle-de-doodle-de-do.
There was a little kitty at the barnyard gate
And that little kitty was CQ’s playmate,
And that little kitty went
Meow-meow-meow
Anyway I remember that for some reason, all the kids would want to sleep in the bed with grandma and we’d each have a night, because she slept in my parent’s bed, although oddly grandpa never slept in the bed with her, at least there wasn’t a time that I can recall that he did, but I digress.
I also remember that us as grandkidlets would always try to get her to take out her teeth and talk. We just thought that was the coolest thing, still no clue why this fascinated us.
Also that was probably one of the few times during the year that we would get our favorite sugared cereals. It really is a grandparent’s job to spoil the grandkids.
My little kitty’s gone from the basket.
My little kitty’s gone up a tree.
Oh won’t some one please climb up to the tree tops,
And bring back my kitty to me.
There was a little rooster at the barnyard gate,
And that little rooster was GM’s playmate,
And that little rooster went
Cockle-de-doodle-de-doodle-de-do.
There was a little kitty at the barnyard gate
And that little kitty was CQ’s playmate,
And that little kitty went
Meow-meow-meow
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Come & Gone
My 200th post came and went. I don't think I made any big woohoo to do about it. Probably b/c I was too busy dealing with other...stuffs. Anyway let's get down to business here people. Ask me questions! Not that I probably couldn't go on ad nauseum enough to come up with 200 things about me, but when put under pressure to perform, it all runs and hides in the deep dark recesses of my mind...oooh recess. I miss those days. "You shouldn't go swimming around in your mind that is a dangerous neighborhood that you should not go into"...alone.
But I mean it, anything about me you want to know. However I reserve the right to veto questions.
I just have one question for you though which post has been your favorite?
But I mean it, anything about me you want to know. However I reserve the right to veto questions.
I just have one question for you though which post has been your favorite?
Saturday, November 29, 2008
POSITIVE!
OK so I've been reading this little gold book. It's quite the gem. It's mostly about positive attitude as a way of life etc. very interesting and everything. I was reading a particular passage when I stumbled upon this little beauty...
With that in mind I immediately jumped on it. I think I'm going to start saying "POSITIVE!" instead of "YESSSSSSSS!"
Now try it with a fist pump.
See how good it feels?
"A large part of attitude achievement is the visualization. It's easier to visualize YES! than it is to visualize positive. When something great happens, no one screams, "Positive!" Everyone screams, "YES!!" That's the difference. That's the YES! factor."
With that in mind I immediately jumped on it. I think I'm going to start saying "POSITIVE!" instead of "YESSSSSSSS!"
Now try it with a fist pump.
See how good it feels?
Friday, November 28, 2008
Pop Rocks & Coke
Apparently Pop Rocks & a Coke won’t kill you, but Diet Coke & Mentos might. These guys made a yit load of money off of their crazy experiments...Best use of Diet Coke ev.er.
Sooo... Maybe that combo won’t kill you, it just ends with a bad case of the trots.
***IN OTHER NEWS***
My apple tastes like somebody cleaned it off with a baby wipe…*Takes another bite*
Source
Sooo... Maybe that combo won’t kill you, it just ends with a bad case of the trots.
***IN OTHER NEWS***
My apple tastes like somebody cleaned it off with a baby wipe…*Takes another bite*
Source
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Minor Epiphatree
I had an epiphany on Monday evening while at FHE on Monday. Giving thanks and showing gratitude are in essence expressions of love or more appropriately another form of expressing love. I think somewhere deep down I already had the building blocks for understanding this, they just didn’t snap together in my stream of conscious thought until Monday.
So thank you for reading this blog about a crazy person, hopefully you find me crazy lovable not crazy get away from me.
So thank you for reading this blog about a crazy person, hopefully you find me crazy lovable not crazy get away from me.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
What’s in a Name?
Although this edition might be more appropriately named What The Crack Were You Thinking?, OR Just How Much Crack Were You Smoking?
Just go here for the story. It’s lengthy…but I’ll wait.
The Subheadings & Hilights that cause the most concern…
Attaching Meaning-Parents are looking for names to evoke positive memories of places and things that are important to them -- a blissful honeymoon destination(excuse me!?!?!), a favorite relative, a song, a childhood experience (or all of the above). *scratches head*uuhhhh could somebody please explain to me how that one works?
Presidential Names-Jackson, Carter, and Grant are in the lead for boys and Madison, Kennedy, and Reagan are in the lead for girls. On the rise: Lincoln and Jefferson, and Clinton is in the top 1000. (Pretty sure those names were used well before, and even during their respective reigns, but honestly very few presidents in our history would, by my standards, be worthy of bestowing their last name upon my beloved child based on their public service record.)
Customizing or Inventing a Name-"We Googled the name to make sure it wasn't being used for some strange purpose," says mother of Phenix (Whiskey.Tango.Crackhead!), Dina T. of Worcester, Massachusetts. "You never know these days!" (Don’t get me wrong, my name is spelled phonetically, and I like it, but seriously…can you say “sketchy?” Maybe I’ll name my kid that! )
Just Say the Word ie lyric? Sunday? (Oh yeah…that’s not gonna be made fun of!)
All in the Family-Parents are even choosing to let two siblings split or share a name - witness pairs such as Ellie and Nora or Alex and Xander. (Those names are fine, but the logistics behind picking it...that’s where it gets dicey. It actually put me in mind of this...)
I digress.
Foreign Names-Thea and Nyah? (All I can remember is that sports drink catch phrase…”Hungry for life, thirsty for Nya” )
Last Is First-One rocking surname that's been popping up: Jagger…again cuckoo!
Heavenly Creatures-Instead, new creations like Nevaeh (Heaven spelled backwards). Trinity, Genesis, Miracle, and Messiah…I have serious issues with most of these names…talk about giving your kid a complex!
All of the Above
In the increasingly obsessive quest for names that are creative and unique but not too far out there, parents are often following more than one trend or style-pairing a foreign name with a flower, city, or word name, creating a trendy spelling for a surname, or mixing a short nickname-name with a longer, more substantial or traditional choice for a middle name. There are no hard and fast rules - just choosing names parents love and can live with long-term is the, um, name of the game.
***DISCLAIMER: I do not mean to offend. I fully support the use of family names etc whether they fall into this category or not. Some of this just struck me as a little freak show-ish, and people trying too hard to be “different” or “unique.” It’s like that quote goes… “Remember you’re unique, just like everybody else.” Names are important because it’s a big part of who you are and sometimes how you live your life, which is why I feel so strongly about some of these.
Did anyone happen to read that book?
Although this edition might be more appropriately named What The Crack Were You Thinking?, OR Just How Much Crack Were You Smoking?
Just go here for the story. It’s lengthy…but I’ll wait.
The Subheadings & Hilights that cause the most concern…
Attaching Meaning-Parents are looking for names to evoke positive memories of places and things that are important to them -- a blissful honeymoon destination(excuse me!?!?!), a favorite relative, a song, a childhood experience (or all of the above). *scratches head*uuhhhh could somebody please explain to me how that one works?
Presidential Names-Jackson, Carter, and Grant are in the lead for boys and Madison, Kennedy, and Reagan are in the lead for girls. On the rise: Lincoln and Jefferson, and Clinton is in the top 1000. (Pretty sure those names were used well before, and even during their respective reigns, but honestly very few presidents in our history would, by my standards, be worthy of bestowing their last name upon my beloved child based on their public service record.)
Customizing or Inventing a Name-"We Googled the name to make sure it wasn't being used for some strange purpose," says mother of Phenix (Whiskey.Tango.Crackhead!), Dina T. of Worcester, Massachusetts. "You never know these days!" (Don’t get me wrong, my name is spelled phonetically, and I like it, but seriously…can you say “sketchy?” Maybe I’ll name my kid that! )
Just Say the Word ie lyric? Sunday? (Oh yeah…that’s not gonna be made fun of!)
All in the Family-Parents are even choosing to let two siblings split or share a name - witness pairs such as Ellie and Nora or Alex and Xander. (Those names are fine, but the logistics behind picking it...that’s where it gets dicey. It actually put me in mind of this...)
I digress.
Foreign Names-Thea and Nyah? (All I can remember is that sports drink catch phrase…”Hungry for life, thirsty for Nya” )
Last Is First-One rocking surname that's been popping up: Jagger…again cuckoo!
Heavenly Creatures-Instead, new creations like Nevaeh (Heaven spelled backwards). Trinity, Genesis, Miracle, and Messiah…I have serious issues with most of these names…talk about giving your kid a complex!
All of the Above
In the increasingly obsessive quest for names that are creative and unique but not too far out there, parents are often following more than one trend or style-pairing a foreign name with a flower, city, or word name, creating a trendy spelling for a surname, or mixing a short nickname-name with a longer, more substantial or traditional choice for a middle name. There are no hard and fast rules - just choosing names parents love and can live with long-term is the, um, name of the game.
***DISCLAIMER: I do not mean to offend. I fully support the use of family names etc whether they fall into this category or not. Some of this just struck me as a little freak show-ish, and people trying too hard to be “different” or “unique.” It’s like that quote goes… “Remember you’re unique, just like everybody else.” Names are important because it’s a big part of who you are and sometimes how you live your life, which is why I feel so strongly about some of these.
Did anyone happen to read that book?
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Skimmy Dipping 9
Some of the funnier names I’ve seen this week
Mansmann- so manly it deserves two N’s
Cookingham- I want bacon not ham!
Mansmann- so manly it deserves two N’s
Cookingham- I want bacon not ham!
Monday, November 24, 2008
That’s Like, The Dumbest Thing Ever!
Student in High School zombie terror threat
Wannabe Papa Doc Duvalier cuffed
By Lester Haines
Posted in Bootnotes, 8th March 2005 12:14 GMT
An 18-year-old US student is today behind bars after police uncovered his plot to raise a zombie army and attack his high school. The wannabe Papa Doc Duvalier's chilling plan was uncovered after the youth's grandparents discovered his written proposal for the outrage in Winchester, Kentucky, lex18.com reports.
Mercifully, William Poole was cuffed before he could execute his macabre scheme. He faces a second-degree felony terrorist threatening charge after investigators discovered "materials at Poole's home that outline possible acts of violence aimed at students, teachers, and police".
Naturally, the fledgling Baron Samedi has claimed that the writings were nothing more than a short story he penned for his English class. He said: "My story is based on fiction. It's a fake story. I made it up. I've been working on one of my short stories, [and] the short story they found was about zombies. Yes, it did say a high school. It was about a high school over ran by zombies."
"It didn't mention nobody who lives in Clark County, didn't mention [George Rogers Clark High School], didn't mention no principal or cops, nothing. Half the people at high school know me. They know I'm not that stupid, that crazy."
Despite his protestations, the authorities have wisely decided to cage the miscreant youth. Winchester Police detective Steven Caudill noted: "Anytime you make any threat or possess matter involving a school or function it's a felony in the state of Kentucky."
Accordingly, a judge last week reflected the seriousness of threatening your high school with annihilation at the hands of the undead by raising Poole's bond from one to five thousand dollars at the request of prosecutors. He is currently reflecting on his folly in the Clark County Detention Center.
I only have one request. Please reread the title of this post in Napoleon Dynamite style …that’s like, a dollar an hour! GOSH!
Wannabe Papa Doc Duvalier cuffed
By Lester Haines
Posted in Bootnotes, 8th March 2005 12:14 GMT
An 18-year-old US student is today behind bars after police uncovered his plot to raise a zombie army and attack his high school. The wannabe Papa Doc Duvalier's chilling plan was uncovered after the youth's grandparents discovered his written proposal for the outrage in Winchester, Kentucky, lex18.com reports.
Mercifully, William Poole was cuffed before he could execute his macabre scheme. He faces a second-degree felony terrorist threatening charge after investigators discovered "materials at Poole's home that outline possible acts of violence aimed at students, teachers, and police".
Naturally, the fledgling Baron Samedi has claimed that the writings were nothing more than a short story he penned for his English class. He said: "My story is based on fiction. It's a fake story. I made it up. I've been working on one of my short stories, [and] the short story they found was about zombies. Yes, it did say a high school. It was about a high school over ran by zombies."
"It didn't mention nobody who lives in Clark County, didn't mention [George Rogers Clark High School], didn't mention no principal or cops, nothing. Half the people at high school know me. They know I'm not that stupid, that crazy."
Despite his protestations, the authorities have wisely decided to cage the miscreant youth. Winchester Police detective Steven Caudill noted: "Anytime you make any threat or possess matter involving a school or function it's a felony in the state of Kentucky."
Accordingly, a judge last week reflected the seriousness of threatening your high school with annihilation at the hands of the undead by raising Poole's bond from one to five thousand dollars at the request of prosecutors. He is currently reflecting on his folly in the Clark County Detention Center.
I only have one request. Please reread the title of this post in Napoleon Dynamite style …that’s like, a dollar an hour! GOSH!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Afraid of Heights? Not Me!
Apparently my skirt of choice for today is a little thrill seeker. I can’t sit down with out the sucker hiking up about 6-12 inches. Let me qualify that statement by also saying that when standing my skirt hits several inches below my knees.
However with this super fantastic lining, and a waistband that likes to hide under my bosom, the hem hangs out about mid thigh.
Even when I hold the skirt down when I sit or even pull it back into the correct place after sitting it refuses to cooperate. Almost as if screaming: “I WILL NOT BE DETERRED BY GRAVITY!”
Take this!
I mean come on, gimme a break! I want a new job, but not that badly! :(
And yes, those boots are mine ;)
However with this super fantastic lining, and a waistband that likes to hide under my bosom, the hem hangs out about mid thigh.
Even when I hold the skirt down when I sit or even pull it back into the correct place after sitting it refuses to cooperate. Almost as if screaming: “I WILL NOT BE DETERRED BY GRAVITY!”
Take this!
I mean come on, gimme a break! I want a new job, but not that badly! :(
And yes, those boots are mine ;)
Saturday, November 22, 2008
What the Deuce?
OK so the other day was my first time...
getting Rick Rolled that is.
On this particular site I happened to notice that it documented people's responses to them being rolled and the video itself. I happened to notice this right about here...
I could hardly keep from laughing. My apologies on the swears.
Why Rick?
getting Rick Rolled that is.
On this particular site I happened to notice that it documented people's responses to them being rolled and the video itself. I happened to notice this right about here...
I could hardly keep from laughing. My apologies on the swears.
Why Rick?
Friday, November 21, 2008
IMAX? Rocks MAX
The intent of IMAX is to dramatically increase the resolution of the image by using much larger film stock at a resolution comparable to about 10000 x 7000 pixels (70 megapixels). To do this, 70 mm film stock is run "sideways" through the cameras. While traditional 70 mm film has an image area that is 48.5 mm wide and 22.1 mm tall (for Todd-AO), in IMAX the image is 69.6 mm wide and 48.5 mm tall. In order to expose at standard film speed of 24 frames per second, three times as much film needs to move through the camera each second.
Translation: More vampy goodness per second...;D
Translation: More vampy goodness per second...;D
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Today is the Day!
I think I've been waiting for this since January or February? Not sure, all I know is that I'm shrieking excited :D :D :D :D :D
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Skimmy Dipping 8
I’m sorry...Lucy...Slutsky? Say it out loud and think about that for two seconds. If you don’t get it ask Jim Shue to help you out.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Craziness & Silliness
So I read a headline the other day "Woman Who Was Shot in Leg Blames Her Stove" and I couldn’t help but go to read the story. (Curiosity kills this kity waay too often ;) ) It’s a little gruesome, but I’ll share with you.
You’ve been warned.
Woman says she was shot in the leg by her stove
A shell may have been in the newspapers she used to light the stove
SEKIU, Wash. - A woman said she was shot in the leg by her stove. Cory Davis told the Peninsula Daily News she had just stoked her cast-iron heating stove Sunday when she heard a loud bang and was struck in her left calf.
Davis said a case of shotgun shells spilled about a month ago at her home and one must have landed in the newspapers she used to light the stove.
She removed a metal fragment herself and was treated Monday at (...get this...)
Forks Community Hospital.
(I wonder if she was treated by the favorite doctor in town? Teehee ;) )
“Yes. I am a silly girl!” (Name that movie.)
You’ve been warned.
Woman says she was shot in the leg by her stove
A shell may have been in the newspapers she used to light the stove
SEKIU, Wash. - A woman said she was shot in the leg by her stove. Cory Davis told the Peninsula Daily News she had just stoked her cast-iron heating stove Sunday when she heard a loud bang and was struck in her left calf.
Davis said a case of shotgun shells spilled about a month ago at her home and one must have landed in the newspapers she used to light the stove.
She removed a metal fragment herself and was treated Monday at (...get this...)
Forks Community Hospital.
(I wonder if she was treated by the favorite doctor in town? Teehee ;) )
“Yes. I am a silly girl!” (Name that movie.)
Monday, November 17, 2008
Freshman Honors English
HA what a joke. I’m pretty sure I failed horribly struggled in that class. All I remember is talking to my friends. Where was the teacher you ask? Good question. She would talk to us for a little bit every so often. I seriously don’t even remember what we were supposed to be doing in that class.
I only remember reading almost all of the Joy Luck Club, the fact that when everyone else went to Washington DC the kids who stayed behind watched Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet, everyone else got stuck with the lame-o old school version where they had contrasting colored cod-pieces that had the effect of a neon sign (Kinda creepy!), and talking endlessly with the two other girls who were in the back of the classroom about Prince’s Kiss video and Dharma and Greg.
I only remember reading almost all of the Joy Luck Club, the fact that when everyone else went to Washington DC the kids who stayed behind watched Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet, everyone else got stuck with the lame-o old school version where they had contrasting colored cod-pieces that had the effect of a neon sign (Kinda creepy!), and talking endlessly with the two other girls who were in the back of the classroom about Prince’s Kiss video and Dharma and Greg.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
I Have A Theory
Whatever you give a woman, she's going to multiply.
If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.
If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.
If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.
If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.
She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.
So-If you give her any crap, you will receive a ton of $h!t.
Your thoughts?
If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.
If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.
If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.
If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.
She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.
So-If you give her any crap, you will receive a ton of $h!t.
Your thoughts?
Friday, November 14, 2008
Houseguest
I don’t know why I like this movie, but I do. Even though Phil Hartman’s character is the total embodiment of the Anal Retentive Chef at times. It makes me laugh. So without further ado, check it.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Papaya…Do I Have to Eat It?
Mi Madre… “Lady” (how she got that name is another story for another time) has a home business and as a result we had all kinds of people come to our house over the years. One of my favorites was a very nice lady who was seriously like a live Barbie doll...tall, tan, and blonde. She was a teacher and also did some modeling, this later resulted in MW and I getting a few lessons in modeling etc. I had fun that’s for sure.
This was during the SA years when we lived at the pool during the summers. The only reason I remember this is because we had this game that as kids when one of us passed gas you had to put your thumb to your forehead, with palms open and call out the name of a fruit and the last one to do so…I really don’t remember what the “consequences” were or if there were any really. I think the last person to call just got “blamed” for it? No clue.
Come to think of it, this lady, Living Barbie, actually spent quite a bit of time over at our home. One particular evening when she was over, I remember we were hanging out in the kitchen and somebody flatulated and us girls out of habit reacted. She put her thumb up to her forehead and asked, “What’s this?”
We explained the game to her, and all I really remember was her saying, “Papaya…Do I have to eat it?”
OOOH the games to teach to my nieces & nephews
This was during the SA years when we lived at the pool during the summers. The only reason I remember this is because we had this game that as kids when one of us passed gas you had to put your thumb to your forehead, with palms open and call out the name of a fruit and the last one to do so…I really don’t remember what the “consequences” were or if there were any really. I think the last person to call just got “blamed” for it? No clue.
Come to think of it, this lady, Living Barbie, actually spent quite a bit of time over at our home. One particular evening when she was over, I remember we were hanging out in the kitchen and somebody flatulated and us girls out of habit reacted. She put her thumb up to her forehead and asked, “What’s this?”
We explained the game to her, and all I really remember was her saying, “Papaya…Do I have to eat it?”
OOOH the games to teach to my nieces & nephews
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Eggs Anyone?
I bought myself one of these the other day. I’d been thinking about doing so for quite some time. Then again, I was also deterred by the fact that I thought it looked like a cheese grater.
Post purchase, and completely engrossed in my curiosity,
when I got back home I used it right away. It wasn’t quite the experience I was expecting.
It wasn’t that bad at all, actually. I think I might have found a new hobby to occupy my Wednesday nights.
At least until my feet are supple.
No this was not paid for…oh how I wish though.
I’m just fascinated by it and how it works.
*Sidenote: While looking for the perfect picture of a cheese grater I happened upon this little beauty.
Post purchase, and completely engrossed in my curiosity,
when I got back home I used it right away. It wasn’t quite the experience I was expecting.
It wasn’t that bad at all, actually. I think I might have found a new hobby to occupy my Wednesday nights.
At least until my feet are supple.
No this was not paid for…oh how I wish though.
I’m just fascinated by it and how it works.
*Sidenote: While looking for the perfect picture of a cheese grater I happened upon this little beauty.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Civies
Ah Junior Civitans.
HA anywhere else, but where I grew up it would be a community service club, etc. I was thinking about my time inthe sorry excuse for a prison, which most people refer to as high school and I remembered a time when I “tried out” for Civinettes...
And thus ensued my first experience with Sorority type groupings. Who else would unite in the name of community service to bait others with snobbery? As in most cases, I was friends with all the different people I wanted to be friends with, but they all fell across various groups of people. I had some friends in Civinettes, but didn’t go up for it Freshman year.
I waited until my Sophmore year. Don’t ask me why, there really was no reason. All I remember and will say about that is that my mother encouraged me to go up for it Freshman year because one of the club officers was a member and she would help “get us in.” That should have been my first clue right there.
Duringrush week their “try out” time you had to attend a couple different activities, a car wash, a dance/meet and greet, and then (insert scary music here) dun duh duhhhh the interview.
Needless to say in typical me fashion of the time, I missed the dance/social thing, showed up late to the car wash thing, and I don’t really remember the interview except that I knew most of the girls who were “interviewing.” Oh yeah and at the interview you had to recite their motto thingy. All I remember is, “I am a Junior Civitan…” *cricket, cricket*
HA anywhere else, but where I grew up it would be a community service club, etc. I was thinking about my time in
And thus ensued my first experience with Sorority type groupings. Who else would unite in the name of community service to bait others with snobbery? As in most cases, I was friends with all the different people I wanted to be friends with, but they all fell across various groups of people. I had some friends in Civinettes, but didn’t go up for it Freshman year.
I waited until my Sophmore year. Don’t ask me why, there really was no reason. All I remember and will say about that is that my mother encouraged me to go up for it Freshman year because one of the club officers was a member and she would help “get us in.” That should have been my first clue right there.
During
Needless to say in typical me fashion of the time, I missed the dance/social thing, showed up late to the car wash thing, and I don’t really remember the interview except that I knew most of the girls who were “interviewing.” Oh yeah and at the interview you had to recite their motto thingy. All I remember is, “I am a Junior Civitan…” *cricket, cricket*
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Lemon Heads: The Anti-Church Treats
So last weekend was Stake Conference. I was definitely reminded of a lesson that my dear sister who had been away at college taught us all one Stake Conference Sunday.
This sister had learned many valuable lessons while away at school during the year. Some of them she was nice enough to share with the rest of uskidlets younger siblings.
Church Treats.
She educated us on the fact that in order for church treats to be successful you needed to remove them from their original packaging and put them into *ziplox or the like so as to minimize that obnoxiously loud celophane crinkling noise that would inevitably occur during one of themore most quiet moments of the meeting.
For this particular Conference Sunday we decided on those...parfait style and these.
Since these come in a box there was no celophane so we didn't switch packaging.
We rolled in to Conference in the back half as per usual unless you show up 30 minutes to an hour early, but we were in front of one of the TV monitors. Yeah we rolled old school back then. Meh If it ain't broke... In the gym we had two TVs on carts. These TVs even had the sweet wood paneling. I still remember them with a certain fondness. :D
Aaaaanyway.
In this particular section, the chairs are all metal folding chairs. There's nothing wrong with sitting on these unless it's for the entire three hours of church, but I digress. So things were going great and the CT rations were working wonders. Church would never be the same. Well after one or two go rounds the CTs were placed on an empty seat between two of the "kids" (let me qualify that statement these kids were about 19 and 20).
A few minutes later one of the kids reached for the now open box of lemonheads and grabbed the sealed end. Normally I would appreciate the ensuing musicality of hard candy on metal chairs maybe even play around with it to see if you could create different sounds when varying certains aspects, this could get very scientific. But Alas, such was not the case.
When the candies danced onto and almost immediately off of said metal chair, all of us had to stifle laughter and of course then there was the embarrassment that followed.
Thankfully no one said anything after Conference was over, but I'm pretty sure they were wondering what the crack was happening and why were they left out.
*That was originally a typo but pretty sure I liked it that way so it stayed. ;)
This sister had learned many valuable lessons while away at school during the year. Some of them she was nice enough to share with the rest of us
Church Treats.
She educated us on the fact that in order for church treats to be successful you needed to remove them from their original packaging and put them into *ziplox or the like so as to minimize that obnoxiously loud celophane crinkling noise that would inevitably occur during one of the
For this particular Conference Sunday we decided on those...parfait style and these.
Since these come in a box there was no celophane so we didn't switch packaging.
We rolled in to Conference in the back half as per usual unless you show up 30 minutes to an hour early, but we were in front of one of the TV monitors. Yeah we rolled old school back then. Meh If it ain't broke... In the gym we had two TVs on carts. These TVs even had the sweet wood paneling. I still remember them with a certain fondness. :D
Aaaaanyway.
In this particular section, the chairs are all metal folding chairs. There's nothing wrong with sitting on these unless it's for the entire three hours of church, but I digress. So things were going great and the CT rations were working wonders. Church would never be the same. Well after one or two go rounds the CTs were placed on an empty seat between two of the "kids" (let me qualify that statement these kids were about 19 and 20).
A few minutes later one of the kids reached for the now open box of lemonheads and grabbed the sealed end. Normally I would appreciate the ensuing musicality of hard candy on metal chairs maybe even play around with it to see if you could create different sounds when varying certains aspects, this could get very scientific. But Alas, such was not the case.
When the candies danced onto and almost immediately off of said metal chair, all of us had to stifle laughter and of course then there was the embarrassment that followed.
Thankfully no one said anything after Conference was over, but I'm pretty sure they were wondering what the crack was happening and why were they left out.
*That was originally a typo but pretty sure I liked it that way so it stayed. ;)
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Super Ick!
Hello! Did you ever hear about this? You didn't well have a look...no pun intended and then let me know what you think. Ick. Ick. Ick.
Friday, November 7, 2008
This Moment Was Brought To You By The Office
For my coworker’s birthdays we decorate their cubes, usually with balloons and streamers and some confetti. Well let me draw a little picture…
This particular go ‘round was JS’s b-day. After a couple days of the decorations being up he decided he would be funny and punch that purple balloon off of the corner of his cube in my direction. He had to hit it a couple times before it came loose, and when it did it gently bouncedright in front of my compy screen providing total blockage into my cube.
Then it hit me.
No, not the balloon.
I had an epipha-tree. “Lighting has struck my brain.”
No. Not really, but I quickly grabbed my handy can of compressed air and took aim at the closest Spongebob figurine and fired away until he crash landed on my coworkers desk. I had Nosy Neighbor & AM laughing pretty hard at that.
It made my day :D
This particular go ‘round was JS’s b-day. After a couple days of the decorations being up he decided he would be funny and punch that purple balloon off of the corner of his cube in my direction. He had to hit it a couple times before it came loose, and when it did it gently bounced
Then it hit me.
No, not the balloon.
I had an epipha-tree. “Lighting has struck my brain.”
No. Not really, but I quickly grabbed my handy can of compressed air and took aim at the closest Spongebob figurine and fired away until he crash landed on my coworkers desk. I had Nosy Neighbor & AM laughing pretty hard at that.
It made my day :D
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Should I Stay or Should I Go Now?
I think that about sums up my current dilemma. To stay in the sandbox or to return to the land of my fathers? Most of you aren't in the position that I'm in so I understand that that definitely changes one's perceptions of the two choices.
If I stay it would be mainly because I have quite a few friends here, however lame or not they have decided to behave ;). I finally found a place that seems semi-stable with also semi-stable roommates. Well at least they don't think I'm in the mafia, and have it out for them.
If I go home I would in all likelihood be able to get my affairs in order on a truncated time table, always nice to have more time at your disposal, or at least the freedom to do some other things I've wanted to do for a long time, but that's another post for another time.
Anyway. I don't think that this would effect any of you personally I would still keep the blog open, at least from what I can tell at this point. I see no reason to "shut 'er down." OH who can name where that one comes from?
If I stay it would be mainly because I have quite a few friends here, however lame or not they have decided to behave ;). I finally found a place that seems semi-stable with also semi-stable roommates. Well at least they don't think I'm in the mafia, and have it out for them.
If I go home I would in all likelihood be able to get my affairs in order on a truncated time table, always nice to have more time at your disposal, or at least the freedom to do some other things I've wanted to do for a long time, but that's another post for another time.
Anyway. I don't think that this would effect any of you personally I would still keep the blog open, at least from what I can tell at this point. I see no reason to "shut 'er down." OH who can name where that one comes from?
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
ABC Mickey Mouse
I liked it. I snaked it.
A. Attached or Single? Single
B. Best Friend? I have several...apparently that concept is lost on me. :D
C. Cake or Pie? Pie. Hands down pie...this is also quite messy
D. Day of choice? Thursday
E. Essential Item? WATER. Good tasting water that is.
F. Favorite Color? Blue in every shade, tint and hue...almost
G. Gummy Bears or Worms? WORMS all the way!
H. Hometown? South Cack-a-lacky
I. Indulgence? Chewy Sweetarts it's making my mouth pucker right now. Or fresh ripe strawberries
J. January or July? July...just not in the sandbox
K. Kids? I love them!
L. Life is not complete without? love, music, blogs :D
M. Marriage Date? CR article A
N. Number of brothers & sisters? 3 sisters, tres bros
O. Oranges or Apples? apples...pink lady apples or honey crisp
P. Phobias? scary movies
Q. Quotes? Be believing, be happy, don't get discouraged, things will work out. (Gordon B. Hinckley)
R. Reasons to Smile? there is always at least one :D
S. Season of Choice? Spring
T. Tag some Peeps! For that I'll need marshmallows and a tagging gun ;)
U. Unknown Fact about Me? There are several ;)
V. Vegetable? Carrots...in Jello!
W. Worst Habits? Too much blogging! Not enough exercise!
X. X-Ray or Ultrasound? Ultrasound...X-Ray...depends on what it's for either is tolerable, unless your eggo is preggo "I've got a bladder the size of a shot glass!"
Y. Your Favorite Food? Home made
Z. Zodiac Sign? Bull Baby
A. Attached or Single? Single
B. Best Friend? I have several...apparently that concept is lost on me. :D
C. Cake or Pie? Pie. Hands down pie...this is also quite messy
D. Day of choice? Thursday
E. Essential Item? WATER. Good tasting water that is.
F. Favorite Color? Blue in every shade, tint and hue...almost
G. Gummy Bears or Worms? WORMS all the way!
H. Hometown? South Cack-a-lacky
I. Indulgence? Chewy Sweetarts it's making my mouth pucker right now. Or fresh ripe strawberries
J. January or July? July...just not in the sandbox
K. Kids? I love them!
L. Life is not complete without? love, music, blogs :D
M. Marriage Date? CR article A
N. Number of brothers & sisters? 3 sisters, tres bros
O. Oranges or Apples? apples...pink lady apples or honey crisp
P. Phobias? scary movies
Q. Quotes? Be believing, be happy, don't get discouraged, things will work out. (Gordon B. Hinckley)
R. Reasons to Smile? there is always at least one :D
S. Season of Choice? Spring
T. Tag some Peeps! For that I'll need marshmallows and a tagging gun ;)
U. Unknown Fact about Me? There are several ;)
V. Vegetable? Carrots...in Jello!
W. Worst Habits? Too much blogging! Not enough exercise!
X. X-Ray or Ultrasound? Ultrasound...X-Ray...depends on what it's for either is tolerable, unless your eggo is preggo "I've got a bladder the size of a shot glass!"
Y. Your Favorite Food? Home made
Z. Zodiac Sign? Bull Baby
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
A Vote For Honest John Is A Vote *hiccup* For Freedom...
Who can name that movie?
Don't forget to vote! My *personal opinion is that if you don't vote you don't have the right to complain. So get out there and be "heard." Oh yeah don't forget about proposition 8 for the Californians and YES ON 102 for Arizonans(sp?) Whatever...Just vote!**
*I originally got that one from GM, but that doesn't change the fact that I agree.
**I want to be more inspirational but being straightforward is better less time reading my post = more free time to hustle your buns to the polls!
Don't forget to vote! My *personal opinion is that if you don't vote you don't have the right to complain. So get out there and be "heard." Oh yeah don't forget about proposition 8 for the Californians and YES ON 102 for Arizonans(sp?) Whatever...Just vote!**
*I originally got that one from GM, but that doesn't change the fact that I agree.
**I want to be more inspirational but being straightforward is better less time reading my post = more free time to hustle your buns to the polls!
Monday, November 3, 2008
A Little Bohemian Rhapsody?
A couple years ago in my singles ward, there was a time when almost every Monday evening after FHE this one kid (I never learned what his name was, weird but true) would end up playing the piano. He would inevitably play Bohemian Rhapsody, which in my book earns him mad rad points.
I surprised myself though. I was able to sing the whole thing from start to finish every.time. Of course there were other people who would sing along because that’s just what we would do.
A year or two later one of my friends said that she always thinks of me when she hears that song. :D
Bohemian Rhapsody is one of those songs that no matter how hard you try you can’t not sing along when you hear it, at least for me. That’s what cracks me up about the sandbox. It’s populated enough that they have several different classic rock stations, and no lie they will usually play Bohemian Rhapsody or We Are the Champions or some other well known Queen song, but those two are usually the most frequently played.
I will sing it all out whenever I hear it in the car with.out.fail. I did this the other day when BonBonz and I were cruising around in the Jeep. She likes classic rock as much as I do, and I was completely into it. I was even belting it at the stoplights. :D As a matter of fact at the last stop light I guess I was doing such a good job that when the light turned green BonBonz was the only one to move right away. It was fabulous.
***Updated to add***
Also something I find to be funny is that the day I composed this particular post, I went with these two to the SYTYCD tour show. When Mark did his solo it was to Bohemian Rhapsody. If it weren’t so loud in there I think I would have made a spectacle of myself by jumping up and doing a little karaoke. Your thoughts?
For putting up with this post you will be rewarded.
I surprised myself though. I was able to sing the whole thing from start to finish every.time. Of course there were other people who would sing along because that’s just what we would do.
A year or two later one of my friends said that she always thinks of me when she hears that song. :D
Bohemian Rhapsody is one of those songs that no matter how hard you try you can’t not sing along when you hear it, at least for me. That’s what cracks me up about the sandbox. It’s populated enough that they have several different classic rock stations, and no lie they will usually play Bohemian Rhapsody or We Are the Champions or some other well known Queen song, but those two are usually the most frequently played.
I will sing it all out whenever I hear it in the car with.out.fail. I did this the other day when BonBonz and I were cruising around in the Jeep. She likes classic rock as much as I do, and I was completely into it. I was even belting it at the stoplights. :D As a matter of fact at the last stop light I guess I was doing such a good job that when the light turned green BonBonz was the only one to move right away. It was fabulous.
***Updated to add***
Also something I find to be funny is that the day I composed this particular post, I went with these two to the SYTYCD tour show. When Mark did his solo it was to Bohemian Rhapsody. If it weren’t so loud in there I think I would have made a spectacle of myself by jumping up and doing a little karaoke. Your thoughts?
For putting up with this post you will be rewarded.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Hey Look At This!
Soooo, you know how faceb00k has those weird little adds and junk that mingle themselves in seemingly inconspicuous? Yeah they really don't blend in that well, but what-ev I'm just glad I can disapprove of the ones I don't want to see.
Anywhoodles. I'm a bit of a Sci-fi/Action Adventure/Fantasy nut. Iblame it on attribute it to growing up on Indiana Jones & Star Wars. I also ♥ me a little mythology. I would even watch Hercules and a little Xena Warrior Princess, before the show starting jumping a series of sharks. But while doing a little light stalking catching up with some old friends I noticed one of these ads so I checked it out and to my surprise it actually looked like a goodish show.
This was not paid for...although sadly I wish it were. I just thought it was too good not to share.
Anywhoodles. I'm a bit of a Sci-fi/Action Adventure/Fantasy nut. I
This was not paid for...although sadly I wish it were. I just thought it was too good not to share.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Cuckoo For...
Here's what I did last weekend with some of my IRL girl friends.
Hey did you see the non-glitter crusted part on the lower left? Subtle huh?
Sorry the pics are so crappy, but I thought the design was funny/clever.
Hey that looks kinda like ketchup, except it doesn't taste like ketchup :P
I did the writing free form! I had fun, that's for sure. It definitely brings back old memories from days of yore when we did lots of crafty type stuff with puff paints.
Hey did you see the non-glitter crusted part on the lower left? Subtle huh?
Sorry the pics are so crappy, but I thought the design was funny/clever.
Hey that looks kinda like ketchup, except it doesn't taste like ketchup :P
I did the writing free form! I had fun, that's for sure. It definitely brings back old memories from days of yore when we did lots of crafty type stuff with puff paints.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Moody Moose...
Hello?
Hello?
Is anyone there?
Is anyone there?
Apparently there's an echo in here. Well maybe if I take the echo mike away from my face it might help ;)
OK
That's better.
Where was I?
Oh yes I remember. I am feeling lamer than lame tonight. Why is that? you ask.
Well I'll tell you...and you'll sit there reading every.last.word. I can tell because you already are.
Not to go all emo/goth or anything, but here's the dilemma...it's Halloween. One of the rare exceptions where you can dress like a crazy person and people congratulate you rather than stare you down while wondering why they didn't program the insane asylum's number into their speed dial.
I miss being able to dress up whenever just because I felt like it...oh to be 5 again...ok maybe not.
I Digress.
So back to the dilemma at hand. There are about five different parties going on tonight, and unlike most Hallows eves this one happens to be on a Friday night, when you can play as late as you want and don't have to worry about being awake for work the next morning.
Yours truly is so codependent that she feels she needs friends as her security blanket in order to be seen in social events such as these. However, since her friends are being lame, and without good reason mind you, she's having a pity party for one.woo.
I even had a super rockin outfit planned and everything complements of Lady This royally sucks. Let the suckfest begin.
I would even go running to get out and feel better about things, but sadly all the little trick-o-treaters would probably just stare at me and then pass me in their sugar frenzied rushes.
I'll quit whining now.
Thank you.
Hello?
Is anyone there?
Is anyone there?
Apparently there's an echo in here. Well maybe if I take the echo mike away from my face it might help ;)
OK
That's better.
Where was I?
Oh yes I remember. I am feeling lamer than lame tonight. Why is that? you ask.
Well I'll tell you...and you'll sit there reading every.last.word. I can tell because you already are.
Not to go all emo/goth or anything, but here's the dilemma...it's Halloween. One of the rare exceptions where you can dress like a crazy person and people congratulate you rather than stare you down while wondering why they didn't program the insane asylum's number into their speed dial.
I miss being able to dress up whenever just because I felt like it...oh to be 5 again...ok maybe not.
I Digress.
So back to the dilemma at hand. There are about five different parties going on tonight, and unlike most Hallows eves this one happens to be on a Friday night, when you can play as late as you want and don't have to worry about being awake for work the next morning.
Yours truly is so codependent that she feels she needs friends as her security blanket in order to be seen in social events such as these. However, since her friends are being lame, and without good reason mind you, she's having a pity party for one.woo.
I even had a super rockin outfit planned and everything complements of Lady This royally sucks. Let the suckfest begin.
I would even go running to get out and feel better about things, but sadly all the little trick-o-treaters would probably just stare at me and then pass me in their sugar frenzied rushes.
I'll quit whining now.
Thank you.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Hello My Name is Simon & I Like to Do Draw-rings
Did I ever tell you about the time some guy drew my picture? No? Well here it goes. One evening this particular dude had invited me over to hang out. No big, we had hung out before.
On previous hangy-outty occasions it was established that we both enjoyed drawing, although I draw differently than he does. I look at the blank page and draw what I see there in the paper. Kinda like that one dude in Heroes, but I don't need any drug induced hallucinations to do it. I'm just that crazy. It comes naturally to me.
He draws what he sees or to attempt specificity more realistic, non-idealized things. I'd seen some of his previous sketches or pieces as it were and they weren't too bad. Well he'd invited me over and he had found some game cover and other inanimate objects for still life inspiration for our drawing session. I had actually picked back up on a previous sketch that I had been working on.
When I draw I get very engrossed in the work that everything else kind of gets tuned out. It barely registered to me that he was drawing, until my mind wandered briefly from the work in front of me, and I was suddenly hyper aware that he was drawing a picture of me as I was drawing. I had not yet seen the drawing, but I just knew that he was. It was an awkward feeling to say the least.
When I reached a stopping point, he informed me that he had decided to draw me instead of the inspiration pieces. I think it freaked me out a little more than it flattered me...not gonna lie.
"That woman was me........And the artist? PabloPicasso."
Your reward for sticking through this post with me?
I was gonna post a vid of this but couldn't find it...bummer.
On previous hangy-outty occasions it was established that we both enjoyed drawing, although I draw differently than he does. I look at the blank page and draw what I see there in the paper. Kinda like that one dude in Heroes, but I don't need any drug induced hallucinations to do it. I'm just that crazy. It comes naturally to me.
He draws what he sees or to attempt specificity more realistic, non-idealized things. I'd seen some of his previous sketches or pieces as it were and they weren't too bad. Well he'd invited me over and he had found some game cover and other inanimate objects for still life inspiration for our drawing session. I had actually picked back up on a previous sketch that I had been working on.
When I draw I get very engrossed in the work that everything else kind of gets tuned out. It barely registered to me that he was drawing, until my mind wandered briefly from the work in front of me, and I was suddenly hyper aware that he was drawing a picture of me as I was drawing. I had not yet seen the drawing, but I just knew that he was. It was an awkward feeling to say the least.
When I reached a stopping point, he informed me that he had decided to draw me instead of the inspiration pieces. I think it freaked me out a little more than it flattered me...not gonna lie.
"That woman was me........And the artist? PabloPicasso."
Your reward for sticking through this post with me?
I was gonna post a vid of this but couldn't find it...bummer.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Costume Ideas...
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Thursday, October 23, 2008
I'm Just Sayin'
My Oh MY! A little while back...about a month ago or so, I was sitting in my cube minding my own beez-wax as per usual and received an IM from one of my coworkers. John S. he let me know there was an order waiting to be released and asked if I would do it. I responded that I would, but also to expect more orders on this account as well as another affiliated account since it was the first of the month. I quickly closed the window figuring the conversation was over.
John S. IMs me frequently throughout the day so I didn't really think anything of it half the time it's work related the other half = goofing off a little or just trying to stir the pot.
Living in my own little bubble inside the bubble of my world...wow that's bubbly! But I'm not too much of a bubble head though. I Digress.
John S. responded and this is what ensued...
John S: account#1 orders at different times throughout the month... but account#2 orders almost all at the beginning of the month...
PK: I'm just sayin'
2 minutes...(haha)
PK: SORRY
PK: I thought it was John S2
John S: Sorry for what?
John S: Oh got ya
PK: b/c I don't see their orders come up all the time
John S: It's because you are slackin', aren't you?
John S: We should all take today as a slacker day...:D
John S: We should just nap all day!
PK: S2 im's me throughout the day so my mind only registered John S. ;) It wasn't until he sent me a message after you did that I realized :$
John S: Ha ha ha ... you would not believe how many people IM throughout the day asking me to release orders for them...
John S: I just reply back "NO" and don't correct them... just to see if they are paying attention...
PK: lol
John S: ;) Just like being a little wicked!
Semi Simultaneously
John S2: PK....(this was the point at which I realized that it was not the John S I thought it was)
John S2: just curious....
John S2: who handles account#1? I asked Moe and she told me she doesn't handle it, and Little Helper hasn't released it... I am just concerned.....
John S2: do you know?
John S2: ;)
PK: me
PK: lol
PK: holy crap
John S2: crap isn't holy.
John S2: sheesh
John S2: are you smokin crack?
PK: uhh maybe (this response came after the realization and apology to John S)
PK: I thought John S was you
PK: and I was little flippant in my response on this order
John S2: I am John
John S2: hahahahahahahahhaahhahaa
John S2: you are a strange one...
PK: I just gave a heads up that we would probably be seeing quite a few more orders from this account#1 as well as account#2
PK: since it's the beginning the month and all
PK: here's what followed
John S2: oh Lord, help me!
PK: (Insert first conversation here)
John S2: hahahhahahahaahhaaa
John S2: that is hilarious...
PK: haha you're funny
John S2: sometimes...
John S2: are you telling me or S1?
PK: no you
PK: S1's off
John S2: hahhahahhahhahhahaa
PK: and I'll probably pay closer attention now!
John S2: oh yeah
John S2: otherwise I may find out your secrets
John S2: hahahahahaahahhahahaa
John S2: Wahahahahahahahaaa!
PK: silly silly
John S. IMs me frequently throughout the day so I didn't really think anything of it half the time it's work related the other half = goofing off a little or just trying to stir the pot.
Living in my own little bubble inside the bubble of my world...wow that's bubbly! But I'm not too much of a bubble head though. I Digress.
John S. responded and this is what ensued...
John S: account#1 orders at different times throughout the month... but account#2 orders almost all at the beginning of the month...
PK: I'm just sayin'
2 minutes...(haha)
PK: SORRY
PK: I thought it was John S2
John S: Sorry for what?
John S: Oh got ya
PK: b/c I don't see their orders come up all the time
John S: It's because you are slackin', aren't you?
John S: We should all take today as a slacker day...:D
John S: We should just nap all day!
PK: S2 im's me throughout the day so my mind only registered John S. ;) It wasn't until he sent me a message after you did that I realized :$
John S: Ha ha ha ... you would not believe how many people IM throughout the day asking me to release orders for them...
John S: I just reply back "NO" and don't correct them... just to see if they are paying attention...
PK: lol
John S: ;) Just like being a little wicked!
Semi Simultaneously
John S2: PK....(this was the point at which I realized that it was not the John S I thought it was)
John S2: just curious....
John S2: who handles account#1? I asked Moe and she told me she doesn't handle it, and Little Helper hasn't released it... I am just concerned.....
John S2: do you know?
John S2: ;)
PK: me
PK: lol
PK: holy crap
John S2: crap isn't holy.
John S2: sheesh
John S2: are you smokin crack?
PK: uhh maybe (this response came after the realization and apology to John S)
PK: I thought John S was you
PK: and I was little flippant in my response on this order
John S2: I am John
John S2: hahahahahahahahhaahhahaa
John S2: you are a strange one...
PK: I just gave a heads up that we would probably be seeing quite a few more orders from this account#1 as well as account#2
PK: since it's the beginning the month and all
PK: here's what followed
John S2: oh Lord, help me!
PK: (Insert first conversation here)
John S2: hahahhahahahaahhaaa
John S2: that is hilarious...
PK: haha you're funny
John S2: sometimes...
John S2: are you telling me or S1?
PK: no you
PK: S1's off
John S2: hahhahahhahhahhahaa
PK: and I'll probably pay closer attention now!
John S2: oh yeah
John S2: otherwise I may find out your secrets
John S2: hahahahahaahahhahahaa
John S2: Wahahahahahahahaaa!
PK: silly silly
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
In Training
Friday, October 17, 2008
Exhibit 291-4A
Just in case you needed further evidence that I am in fact crazy, here’s one more.
Throughout my time at school, I had developed something of a secret burning passion of detest for doing laundry. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mind doing laundry in and of itself. I just hate having to lug all of my dirty laundry around in front of others…including all the unmentionables. I know it’s a fact of life and everything, that didn’t bother me quite so much as having to come up with the quarters to do it all. That was the real pain.
Oh, lest I forget that I am also paranoid about my clothesbeing stolen from the public laundry areas lasting a long time, and I’d had enough fiascos with “untested” washers and dryers to keep me rather leery of just washing when I felt like it. One fatal wash & dry cycle could make a brand new article of clothing look three years old or like it was made for a three year old.
One day in my fed-up-ish-ness, and with the biggest pile of black clothing. No, there’s nothing really significant about the color, it’s just that most of my workout clothes at the time were black, and I had quite a lot of them. But I digress. I knew I didn’t have enough quarters; and it was Saturday, which meant all of the washers were taken any way. I decided what would possibly be more efficient, and I would know exactly how much abuse my clothing would get, if I were to wash it by hand instead.
So I did just that. I filled up the tub, poured a little detergent in, and threw in the clothing…all of it.
Oh yes.
Yes I did.
It wasn’t too bad actually and for the amount of time that it would take the normal wash cycle of a washing machine to complete one load I had washed approximately 2.67 loads. I was quite pleased with the result, and the kicker was that since it was such a nice day out I was able to hang it out to dry…*please note that all the wash that was publicly “aired” was not of a personal nature, and it was clean laundry not the dirty kind. ;)
I guess I still paid for that load of laundry, but at least I didn’t have to find quarters to do it. ;)
Throughout my time at school, I had developed something of a secret burning passion of detest for doing laundry. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mind doing laundry in and of itself. I just hate having to lug all of my dirty laundry around in front of others…including all the unmentionables. I know it’s a fact of life and everything, that didn’t bother me quite so much as having to come up with the quarters to do it all. That was the real pain.
Oh, lest I forget that I am also paranoid about my clothes
One day in my fed-up-ish-ness, and with the biggest pile of black clothing. No, there’s nothing really significant about the color, it’s just that most of my workout clothes at the time were black, and I had quite a lot of them. But I digress. I knew I didn’t have enough quarters; and it was Saturday, which meant all of the washers were taken any way. I decided what would possibly be more efficient, and I would know exactly how much abuse my clothing would get, if I were to wash it by hand instead.
So I did just that. I filled up the tub, poured a little detergent in, and threw in the clothing…all of it.
Oh yes.
Yes I did.
It wasn’t too bad actually and for the amount of time that it would take the normal wash cycle of a washing machine to complete one load I had washed approximately 2.67 loads. I was quite pleased with the result, and the kicker was that since it was such a nice day out I was able to hang it out to dry…*please note that all the wash that was publicly “aired” was not of a personal nature, and it was clean laundry not the dirty kind. ;)
I guess I still paid for that load of laundry, but at least I didn’t have to find quarters to do it. ;)
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
IT'S SO SHINY!
A little glitter makes EVERYTHING better! Today She is two! It's party time!
For a little light entertainment go here. Then clickety on Lord of the Engagement Ring. It's pretty silly.
For a little light entertainment go here. Then clickety on Lord of the Engagement Ring. It's pretty silly.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
3 Things
For our enrichment this month we all had to bring three things to represent something that most people don’t know about us. As per usual I threw it together very last minute. Thank goodness I keep quite a bit of junk paraphernalia in my car. What I came up with seemed to be repeated quite a bit, my excessive love for music, dance, and blogging.
I was surprised though that one other girl fessed up to having a blog which "she is addicted to," however I was able to trump that by sharing that I had the honor of meeting a couple of my bloggy friends.
I still don’t think that those things really encompass the deeper part of me. It makes everything about me seem relatively trivial, not that I don’t enjoy reading blogs and being able to keep up with friends that way, which reminds me…I’ve got a lot of catch up reading to do. ;)
I guess the point is that I was thinking about this about a week after the fact and I realized that there were other things I want to share that would mean more to me, but now that I really think about it would have probably been slightly awkward to say a loud. For some reason I have always found it easier to say the really difficult things and things that are close to my heart are more easily expressed in writing or in type, hence the blog.
Anyway here are 3 things about me that most people don’t know.
1) I don’t hate anybody. Sure I may get upset with the things they do to me, but it is usually short lived. Por ejemplo: There is this girl who I was friends with, I got upset about something I chose to do at her suggestion and she thought I was taking it out on her. Since then she chose to ostracize me from her very “elite” and cliquish circle. Her choice. I have tried to be cordial towards her and harbor no ill will, as a matter of fact she left the ward for a while and when she returned, she was just asstank as ever up to her same old tricks, but the first thought I had was "I’m glad she’s back, it’s good to see her here again."
2) I find that for me, it is relatively easy to care about people and love them. It is for this reason I could never be a psychologist. I internalize way too much, and tend to react emotionally towards things. For instance, even if something I hear doesn’t make me personally happy, but I know that others are happy I can’t not be happy for them. I think if people ever found out how much I really cared about things and them it would either creep them out to no end or…sadly I can’t really think of anything at this point to finish on a positive note. The creepy outey-ness is usually what hampers any real expression of this.
3) I am a touchy feely kind of person. This should make sense given number 2. I really like hugs I enjoy giving and receiving them. Sadly when I entered college is when I realized that not everybody is comfortable with hugs. With that new lesson learned, my natural instinct was to not hug anymore. I think that this left something of a gap in my need for touch in general. It was at the suggestion of my favorite sister ;) that I find a hugging buddy. Somebody who like me enjoys giving and receiving hugs. It made a big difference. I also find that my friends who are ok with hugs are generally the ones I look forward to seeing the most.
It’s out there...and now that I feel thoroughly awkward, I’m just glad that the people who read my blog don’t see me on a regular basis.
Man, that was a little too serious, so we’ll end with a silly.
Throughout the day I will randomly think of scenes in movies, and quotes from movies that apply situationally, but of course because the references are usually so obscure, I’m the only one who thinks that it is funny.
Right along with that is the fact that I still enjoy watching a multitude of movies from when I was a kidlet, and I think some of them still make me laugh just as hard if not more so than when I was a kid, while others effectively scandalize.
I was surprised though that one other girl fessed up to having a blog which "she is addicted to," however I was able to trump that by sharing that I had the honor of meeting a couple of my bloggy friends.
I still don’t think that those things really encompass the deeper part of me. It makes everything about me seem relatively trivial, not that I don’t enjoy reading blogs and being able to keep up with friends that way, which reminds me…I’ve got a lot of catch up reading to do. ;)
I guess the point is that I was thinking about this about a week after the fact and I realized that there were other things I want to share that would mean more to me, but now that I really think about it would have probably been slightly awkward to say a loud. For some reason I have always found it easier to say the really difficult things and things that are close to my heart are more easily expressed in writing or in type, hence the blog.
Anyway here are 3 things about me that most people don’t know.
1) I don’t hate anybody. Sure I may get upset with the things they do to me, but it is usually short lived. Por ejemplo: There is this girl who I was friends with, I got upset about something I chose to do at her suggestion and she thought I was taking it out on her. Since then she chose to ostracize me from her very “elite” and cliquish circle. Her choice. I have tried to be cordial towards her and harbor no ill will, as a matter of fact she left the ward for a while and when she returned, she was just as
2) I find that for me, it is relatively easy to care about people and love them. It is for this reason I could never be a psychologist. I internalize way too much, and tend to react emotionally towards things. For instance, even if something I hear doesn’t make me personally happy, but I know that others are happy I can’t not be happy for them. I think if people ever found out how much I really cared about things and them it would either creep them out to no end or…sadly I can’t really think of anything at this point to finish on a positive note. The creepy outey-ness is usually what hampers any real expression of this.
3) I am a touchy feely kind of person. This should make sense given number 2. I really like hugs I enjoy giving and receiving them. Sadly when I entered college is when I realized that not everybody is comfortable with hugs. With that new lesson learned, my natural instinct was to not hug anymore. I think that this left something of a gap in my need for touch in general. It was at the suggestion of my favorite sister ;) that I find a hugging buddy. Somebody who like me enjoys giving and receiving hugs. It made a big difference. I also find that my friends who are ok with hugs are generally the ones I look forward to seeing the most.
It’s out there...and now that I feel thoroughly awkward, I’m just glad that the people who read my blog don’t see me on a regular basis.
Man, that was a little too serious, so we’ll end with a silly.
Throughout the day I will randomly think of scenes in movies, and quotes from movies that apply situationally, but of course because the references are usually so obscure, I’m the only one who thinks that it is funny.
Right along with that is the fact that I still enjoy watching a multitude of movies from when I was a kidlet, and I think some of them still make me laugh just as hard if not more so than when I was a kid, while others effectively scandalize.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Final Trailer!
I know that this won't be super exciting for everyone who stops in, but I'm a little stoked :D
*Updated: This is what I was looking for.
*Updated: This is what I was looking for.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
My Trip to the Orange Hardware Store
So for my upcoming activity, I’m building a Plinko board with the help of my lovely assistant BonBonz. Since we have only a mere 5 days to finish preparing, we decided to get started on it last night. I met her at her house, and from there we traversed to the local hardware store in order to procure the needed supplies. It was decided that we would take her car, which looks something like this.
Since it was so nice out last night she wanted to go topless…the car not her. When we ride in her car it is quite normal forjealous guys people to stare, especially when we are at stoplights. This evening was really no different than usual. It always makes me giggle when people act so silly. (Insert eye roll here).
We strolled into the Orange store and started meandering the aisles. This particular store was pretty deserted even by normal standards. So we navigated our way to the nail & screw aisle…where strangely they also have chains, rope and bungee cords…double entendre or no? While we were en route to that particular aisle we were greeted by several of the store employees as per usual for two females wandering around a hardware store.
We weren’t in any big rush just having fun talking and laughing. Right as we were coming up on said aisle one of the employees approached us to see if we needed help finding anything. It wasn’t obnoxious it was genuine, but it genuinely caught us off guard when we looked at him…not gonna lie he was kind of a cutie. We were nice, promptly said “No thank you,” and headed on to our destination aisle.
So indebating trying to decide which type of nail to use, I suggested it might be better if we picked out the board first. So we went to the end of the aisle and headed to the next one over to decide on our board medium (drywall, plywood, etc). While wandering slowly down the aisle we were again approached by Mr. May I Help You?
Let me clarify that in situations like these I usually default to BonBonz because she is more adept at coming up with the right things to say. Translation she’s more confident than I am. Anyway she explained to him what we were doing and that it was for one night only.
My brain, which is constantly in hyper overdrive due to the ADDness, was ready to fire off a dumb remark about how it was only for one night so we needed something quick, cheap, and easy. I started to say it, but it was very quietly, and I knew it would not come out as funny as I thought it was, so I shut my pie hole.
Mr. MIHY was very nice and helped us find something that was cheap enough and recommended the type of nail for our little project. In his parting remarks he said if you need help out to your car with this let us know.
We went back over to the nail section and picked out what we needed and then attempted to head over to the paint section. BonBonz brought up an interested point. She said Wally World has paint too and it’s CHEAPER…
“Yes, we’ll take the chipper chicken.” (Who can tell me what movie that’s from?)
So we paid for our stuff and departed to the topless Jeep.
And this my friends is where it gets interesting.
We were giggling at the mere thought of how we were going to transport this 4X8 piece of lumber back to the casa de BonBonz. We tried to think of somebody who would have a truck that could assist us in this endeavor. No dice, either no truck or no answer. Left to our own devices to figure it out we hoisted it up on top of the Jeep. We also determined that we would need something to make sure that the wood stayed up there for the remainder of our journey.
I ventured back in to the store to find some bungee cords. I headed down the aforementioned aisle and there were two males there one in an orange apron who was cutting chain for a customer. I surveyed the scene briefly as I was scouring the aisle to find said bungees. As I wandered down the row in search of my fastenings I inevitably crossed paths with the two men who were there. I politely excused myself as I passed by and then found said cords. I made my pick and then headed back out the way I came.
The guy with the bucket of chains excused himself from the middle of the aisle when I walked back down. I was busy thinking about other things and just humming to myself and gently tossing the container with the bungees in it. I felt strangely aware that I was being watched off and on while I headed to the register. I paid and headed out the door.
Throughout my entire time in the store that evening I was off and on dancing around a little, mentally humming (yes I was…think something like Frank Sinatra’s Strangers in the Night……doobie doobie doo…), and would randomly make weird noises as a result of my interior monologue and randomness. Wow after expressing all that I’m surprised I haven’t been locked up for being crazy!
I digress.
As I was heading towards the door, the lady who had rung up the board and nails asked, “Back already?” I let her know that we needed something to keep the board on top of the car, and continued on my way. When I was walking out the door I noticed the bucket chain guy was coming out at the same time I was. I kept walking towards the Jeep and noticed BonBonz sitting in the Jeep playing games on her phone.
I opened the passenger side door and set my purse in there on the floor, and handed the first bungee to her. It was then that Chains in Bucket came over and asked us if we knew what we were doing/ if we needed help. Again I didn’t really turn around since BonBonz was already facing him I let her handle it. He stayed there for a second and then remarked how much he liked her Jeep and said, “It’s hawt.” She said thank you and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I don’t remember exactly what happened or how he left, but he returned to his car, which was only a few spaces closer to the store than the Jeep.
After he took off BonBonz and I started laughing about that while we tied the board down with the bungees. Unfortunately we had to wrap the bungees around door so we had to go Dukes of Hazzard style in and out of the car. I did OK climbing through the window…BonBonz on the other hand had a little difficulty. When we ran to Wally World for the paint, she tried to open the door, but it didn’t work and we both chuckled about that one, but she ended up climbing out the back and remarked, “This is why people don’t have secks in Jeeps!” I almost fell the rest of the way out the window laughing.
When we finally made it back to her casa we put the board in the garage and set to painting. It was very therapeutic. After a good base coat, we called it good for the night and watched Baby Mama. I still have mixed feelings about this movie. There were parts I liked, and parts that I hated.
Since it was so nice out last night she wanted to go topless…the car not her. When we ride in her car it is quite normal for
We strolled into the Orange store and started meandering the aisles. This particular store was pretty deserted even by normal standards. So we navigated our way to the nail & screw aisle…where strangely they also have chains, rope and bungee cords…double entendre or no? While we were en route to that particular aisle we were greeted by several of the store employees as per usual for two females wandering around a hardware store.
We weren’t in any big rush just having fun talking and laughing. Right as we were coming up on said aisle one of the employees approached us to see if we needed help finding anything. It wasn’t obnoxious it was genuine, but it genuinely caught us off guard when we looked at him…not gonna lie he was kind of a cutie. We were nice, promptly said “No thank you,” and headed on to our destination aisle.
So in
Let me clarify that in situations like these I usually default to BonBonz because she is more adept at coming up with the right things to say. Translation she’s more confident than I am. Anyway she explained to him what we were doing and that it was for one night only.
My brain, which is constantly in hyper overdrive due to the ADDness, was ready to fire off a dumb remark about how it was only for one night so we needed something quick, cheap, and easy. I started to say it, but it was very quietly, and I knew it would not come out as funny as I thought it was, so I shut my pie hole.
Mr. MIHY was very nice and helped us find something that was cheap enough and recommended the type of nail for our little project. In his parting remarks he said if you need help out to your car with this let us know.
We went back over to the nail section and picked out what we needed and then attempted to head over to the paint section. BonBonz brought up an interested point. She said Wally World has paint too and it’s CHEAPER…
“Yes, we’ll take the chipper chicken.” (Who can tell me what movie that’s from?)
So we paid for our stuff and departed to the topless Jeep.
And this my friends is where it gets interesting.
We were giggling at the mere thought of how we were going to transport this 4X8 piece of lumber back to the casa de BonBonz. We tried to think of somebody who would have a truck that could assist us in this endeavor. No dice, either no truck or no answer. Left to our own devices to figure it out we hoisted it up on top of the Jeep. We also determined that we would need something to make sure that the wood stayed up there for the remainder of our journey.
I ventured back in to the store to find some bungee cords. I headed down the aforementioned aisle and there were two males there one in an orange apron who was cutting chain for a customer. I surveyed the scene briefly as I was scouring the aisle to find said bungees. As I wandered down the row in search of my fastenings I inevitably crossed paths with the two men who were there. I politely excused myself as I passed by and then found said cords. I made my pick and then headed back out the way I came.
The guy with the bucket of chains excused himself from the middle of the aisle when I walked back down. I was busy thinking about other things and just humming to myself and gently tossing the container with the bungees in it. I felt strangely aware that I was being watched off and on while I headed to the register. I paid and headed out the door.
Throughout my entire time in the store that evening I was off and on dancing around a little, mentally humming (yes I was…think something like Frank Sinatra’s Strangers in the Night……doobie doobie doo…), and would randomly make weird noises as a result of my interior monologue and randomness. Wow after expressing all that I’m surprised I haven’t been locked up for being crazy!
I digress.
As I was heading towards the door, the lady who had rung up the board and nails asked, “Back already?” I let her know that we needed something to keep the board on top of the car, and continued on my way. When I was walking out the door I noticed the bucket chain guy was coming out at the same time I was. I kept walking towards the Jeep and noticed BonBonz sitting in the Jeep playing games on her phone.
I opened the passenger side door and set my purse in there on the floor, and handed the first bungee to her. It was then that Chains in Bucket came over and asked us if we knew what we were doing/ if we needed help. Again I didn’t really turn around since BonBonz was already facing him I let her handle it. He stayed there for a second and then remarked how much he liked her Jeep and said, “It’s hawt.” She said thank you and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I don’t remember exactly what happened or how he left, but he returned to his car, which was only a few spaces closer to the store than the Jeep.
After he took off BonBonz and I started laughing about that while we tied the board down with the bungees. Unfortunately we had to wrap the bungees around door so we had to go Dukes of Hazzard style in and out of the car. I did OK climbing through the window…BonBonz on the other hand had a little difficulty. When we ran to Wally World for the paint, she tried to open the door, but it didn’t work and we both chuckled about that one, but she ended up climbing out the back and remarked, “This is why people don’t have secks in Jeeps!” I almost fell the rest of the way out the window laughing.
When we finally made it back to her casa we put the board in the garage and set to painting. It was very therapeutic. After a good base coat, we called it good for the night and watched Baby Mama. I still have mixed feelings about this movie. There were parts I liked, and parts that I hated.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
What’s In A Name?
I was thinking...as I so often do...about names.
It helps that I come across a seemingly endless supply of them at work, but I was thinking about the name Jed. Completely random, as I don’t know anybody by that name IRL nor even among MOLFs. SO always wanting an answer for that which I don’t know, but is currently mystifying my mind, I headed over here. Where I entered my query...
And guess what I saw?
Wait do mine eyes deceive me?
No.
They don’t.
That’s right. Check out that one. Second from the bottom.
While it might be cool to have your name mean something apparently blessed, your child will also be blessed…to have an excessive amount of negative attention at his disposal as he pretends his stuffed animals are Ewoks, and yes, he has even named one after his pint-sized mentor who is ironically still shorter than your son, Master Yoda.
Hopefully you will have instilled enough tact into your child to keep him from referring to your local Big Bertha as Jabba the Hut. But remember...
It helps that I come across a seemingly endless supply of them at work, but I was thinking about the name Jed. Completely random, as I don’t know anybody by that name IRL nor even among MOLFs. SO always wanting an answer for that which I don’t know, but is currently mystifying my mind, I headed over here. Where I entered my query...
And guess what I saw?
Wait do mine eyes deceive me?
No.
They don’t.
That’s right. Check out that one. Second from the bottom.
While it might be cool to have your name mean something apparently blessed, your child will also be blessed…to have an excessive amount of negative attention at his disposal as he pretends his stuffed animals are Ewoks, and yes, he has even named one after his pint-sized mentor who is ironically still shorter than your son, Master Yoda.
Hopefully you will have instilled enough tact into your child to keep him from referring to your local Big Bertha as Jabba the Hut. But remember...
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Excuse Me, I'm Trying to Pout a Little
Just don't trip over my lip. If you see me shedding a few tears this might be why. I'm pretty sure I'll still check it on a regular basis though.
***UPDATED TO ADD: Apparently that was just a disclaimer, not the beginning of the end! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!***
***UPDATED TO ADD: Apparently that was just a disclaimer, not the beginning of the end! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!***
Monday, September 29, 2008
Why I Love Sunday School
Did I ever tell you that I had a blind date at church? I did. It sounded like a totally safe idea at the time because there's no pressure to talk when you're in church...always a plus for me. Although repeating that now sounds a little blasphemous now. Oh well if I didn't get struck for it then, I'm probably OK. But I digress.
My date showed up just before sac. Let me preface this by saying that he had asked if I wanted to attend his ward or mine. I said mine, which was probably not the better of the two options, but I had made a prior commitment which prevented me from attending when his ward started.
We walked in together and sat down, he didn't sit too close which was nice, but we didn't talk much as mentioned earlier. Sac is not social hour...although there are some who demonstrate otherwise. So sitting there I was wearing flip flops and had my legs crossed. He reached over and slapped it off my foot from behind. Oh yes, it went flying forward. I was completely embarassed. Thankfully we were sitting in the sinners and horse theives row(aka the back row), so I retrieved the shoe with little ado.
The remainder of sac was not very eventful other than I noticed he kept staring at my hands which were folded neatly over the hymnal in my lap.
After sac we headed to Sunday School where he told me that he was making dinner for him and his roomies, and would probably have to leave early. No biggie. I don't remember anything about the lesson other than who was teaching. I have "old people" scriptures. The bigger than the standard ones. They're the size that you get when you're an HP I think it's a rule of some sort ;)
I was sharing with him because he didn't bring his, he had reached out his hand to look read along as well.
OR SO I THOUGHT! With both of my hands positioned under the book and one of his under it as well he kept touching my hand! I was so flustered I couldn't even focus on what was being said! Me with my limited experience was all Is he trying to hold my hand or what!?!? If he is I'll let him take it...I'd be okay with that.
He went in several times for the kill, but never successfully executed. I was not positive at the time that that was his aim, but had it confirmed several weeks later when talking to him about it. Somewhere in there he also said I had "hot" hands. I'm thinking he meant hot as in hawt not like sweaty nasty.
Take that for what you will.
I still laugh about it.
My date showed up just before sac. Let me preface this by saying that he had asked if I wanted to attend his ward or mine. I said mine, which was probably not the better of the two options, but I had made a prior commitment which prevented me from attending when his ward started.
We walked in together and sat down, he didn't sit too close which was nice, but we didn't talk much as mentioned earlier. Sac is not social hour...although there are some who demonstrate otherwise. So sitting there I was wearing flip flops and had my legs crossed. He reached over and slapped it off my foot from behind. Oh yes, it went flying forward. I was completely embarassed. Thankfully we were sitting in the sinners and horse theives row(aka the back row), so I retrieved the shoe with little ado.
The remainder of sac was not very eventful other than I noticed he kept staring at my hands which were folded neatly over the hymnal in my lap.
After sac we headed to Sunday School where he told me that he was making dinner for him and his roomies, and would probably have to leave early. No biggie. I don't remember anything about the lesson other than who was teaching. I have "old people" scriptures. The bigger than the standard ones. They're the size that you get when you're an HP I think it's a rule of some sort ;)
I was sharing with him because he didn't bring his, he had reached out his hand to look read along as well.
OR SO I THOUGHT! With both of my hands positioned under the book and one of his under it as well he kept touching my hand! I was so flustered I couldn't even focus on what was being said! Me with my limited experience was all Is he trying to hold my hand or what!?!? If he is I'll let him take it...I'd be okay with that.
He went in several times for the kill, but never successfully executed. I was not positive at the time that that was his aim, but had it confirmed several weeks later when talking to him about it. Somewhere in there he also said I had "hot" hands. I'm thinking he meant hot as in hawt not like sweaty nasty.
Take that for what you will.
I still laugh about it.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Did I Ever Tell You...
one of my long standing dreams has been to own my own radio station...
so I could play whatever I wanted whenever I wanted instead of the over-played machine produced groups and songs.
Don't get me wrong some of those songs are favorites, 
but I also like the lesser known and never aired songs that most people go through out life never hearing...
OK so I'm not trying to get on the soap box about indy groups or anything, just trying to say there are a lot of unexplored territories when it comes to air time on the radio.
I came up with this "idea"/goal of mine and about two years later those different stations started cropping up that "play what they want." Yeah I couldn't help but laugh.
I even said the beauty of owning my own station would be simply that I wouldn't have to take requests, and (before I knew a little better) I wouldn't have to play commercials...
ha we all know that would be a difficult feat to accomplish unless I was independently wealthy, which would be uh-may-za-zing but let's face it even if I was IW the money would still have to come from somewhere so unless I just had buckets of the stuff pouring in due to the adoring fans who love my varied and deranged taste in music, it'd all be up to me...
But the $$ has to come from somewhere, "You can't keep priming the pump, Frank."
Music has always been an obsession of mine. I go through phases, and there is something in almost every genre that I like...no lie. I steer clear of the totally scary though ;)
If this gives you any indication of my musical tastes I've got about 12 playlists here and another online "station" all my own.
In conclusion I heart music, and lots of it.
so I could play whatever I wanted whenever I wanted instead of the over-played machine produced groups and songs. Don't get me wrong some of those songs are favorites, but I also like the lesser known and never aired songs that most people go through out life never hearing...OK so I'm not trying to get on the soap box about indy groups or anything, just trying to say there are a lot of unexplored territories when it comes to air time on the radio.
I came up with this "idea"/goal of mine and about two years later those different stations started cropping up that "play what they want." Yeah I couldn't help but laugh.
I even said the beauty of owning my own station would be simply that I wouldn't have to take requests, and (before I knew a little better) I wouldn't have to play commercials...ha we all know that would be a difficult feat to accomplish unless I was independently wealthy, which would be uh-may-za-zing but let's face it even if I was IW the money would still have to come from somewhere so unless I just had buckets of the stuff pouring in due to the adoring fans who love my varied and deranged taste in music, it'd all be up to me...But the $$ has to come from somewhere, "You can't keep priming the pump, Frank."Music has always been an obsession of mine. I go through phases, and there is something in almost every genre that I like...no lie. I steer clear of the totally scary though ;)
If this gives you any indication of my musical tastes I've got about 12 playlists here and another online "station" all my own.
In conclusion I heart music, and lots of it.
Friday, September 26, 2008
It All Comes Out In the Wash
So I’ve been super busy, right?
Ya dang skippy!
Anyway in all my hurriedness and having priv-ah-leg-hes of the bathroom near the inch worm’s quarters I can’t be showering at all hours like I used...kinda stinks…and so do I for that matter...ick! I have to plan better about when I shower etc it’s tricky and uses prime time forreading blogs getting other stuffs* done. ;) At any given moment throughout my day I am usually attempting two or more things at once.
I digress.
That is one of the perks of where I work. Including having their own gym, they also have a mini locker room complete with 2 showers. (Insert Heavenly Chorus Here). Thankfully I’d worked too many hours this week. (How often is that a blessing?**) so I took myself a nice leisurely shower, and let me tell you I-feel-fabulous! And yes, I just sang that.
This might just become an every day thing. Not the washing, that's already an every day thing, I mean showers in the middle of the day at work...it helps take the edge off.
*and by “stuffs” I essentially mean putting together a new life…new job, new living situation, packing, moving, planning a major activity, etc.
**Side Note: Unsanctioned OT is sooo not Kosher especially in the department I work for. Heaven knows otherwise I’d happily accept…I’m already here. Why not?
Ya dang skippy!
Anyway in all my hurriedness and having priv-ah-leg-hes of the bathroom near the inch worm’s quarters I can’t be showering at all hours like I used...kinda stinks…and so do I for that matter...ick! I have to plan better about when I shower etc it’s tricky and uses prime time for
I digress.
That is one of the perks of where I work. Including having their own gym, they also have a mini locker room complete with 2 showers. (Insert Heavenly Chorus Here). Thankfully I’d worked too many hours this week. (How often is that a blessing?**) so I took myself a nice leisurely shower, and let me tell you I-feel-fabulous! And yes, I just sang that.
This might just become an every day thing. Not the washing, that's already an every day thing, I mean showers in the middle of the day at work...it helps take the edge off.
*and by “stuffs” I essentially mean putting together a new life…new job, new living situation, packing, moving, planning a major activity, etc.
**Side Note: Unsanctioned OT is sooo not Kosher especially in the department I work for. Heaven knows otherwise I’d happily accept…I’m already here. Why not?
Thursday, September 25, 2008
My Name is PK
& I support this message...or more appropriately the cause behind it. ;D
*updated to add gratuitous visual fluff*
*updated to add gratuitous visual fluff*
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