Saturday, December 18, 2004
Thursday, December 16, 2004
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Sunday, December 12, 2004
Woman enters the bus, and notices someone she recognizes; entertaining conversation ensues.
Her: (Yelling) Well Hello!
Her: (Yelling) Mind if I sit here?
Her: (Still yelling) Don't I know you from the nursing home?
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
I've been busy, alright? I would normally take a break from my incredibly productive work-day to entertain you all with the events of my daily my life, but things have gotten a little hectic.
Not only have I taken on more responsibilities at work, but earlier in the week management had moved all of the new trainees right near my desk, so I wasn't able to take my breaks at my desk any longer. I tried once. I had a line of people waiting to ask me a question during my lunch break. I told those people to go ask someone else for help, since I was on a break. More people came. When I sent them away, some of the first people came back to ask if I was done with my lunch yet.
On a positive note, I have all of my Christmas presents wrapped and ready to send off!
Friday, November 26, 2004
I thought this sort of thing only happened in commercials. If this is the case with a store that doesn't have television ads reflecting such actions, can you imagine what Mervyns must be like???
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Following are the components of my cra-ay-zee weekend:
- Redecorating in the livingroom
- Re-organization of the kitchen
- Baking - cookies and pies
- Bubble bath (with accompanying deep cleansing face mask)
- "Clueless" on VHS
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Me: Heheh, scroll really fast. Weee!
Her: HA HA ….I smell a new entry in your blog!
Me (to myself): We are not cool.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Sunday Matt and I went out for the day. Had a lovely lunch at Julia's on Capitol Hill, and then on to B&O Espresso for sour cream lemon pie - the best dessert on the hill. As we were walking out of B&O, I ran into Tasia.
Tasia was my neighbor 5 years ago, and we grew quite close. At the time, I worked the graveyard shift at work, and I would get home right about the time she was getting up for the day. She would invite me over for tea and "breakfast", which was bedtime tea for me, and earl grey for her, plus softboiled eggs for both of us. She even had cute little egg cups! Of course, you can't live in the same apartment for your entire life, so we both eventually moved away, and I haven't seen her since. I think about her all the time and wonder how she's doing, but I haven't had her number, so there was no way to check up on her.
It was such a pleasant surprise to see Tasia on Sunday - she's one of the few truly good people in the world, and I can't wait to hang out with her!
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Wine smoothies for breakfast, anyone?
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Email from Mom regarding my 7 year old brother:
Nathan wants Bush to win but earlier he said he thinks Kerry is going to win because he wants to make medicare cost less. Hmmm. Interesting thing is neither Daniel or myself has even mentioned medicare! We've discussed Healthcare a few times but never medicare! So, either Nathan has been paying a lot closer attention to the news than we realized or he knows something :)
Friday, October 29, 2004
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Thursday, October 21, 2004
We will fly to Italy fueled by the juice of three onions. We shall land in Tuscany, where we can snack on young parmesan. We will grab some wine, and burrow through the Earth's crust to deepest, darkest Africa. We will love green things, and taste bright colors. The spectrum will span from honey to molasses. We will evaporate into the ether and we will drink people's dreams like wine. There will be much rejoicing. There will be no pain.
Saturday, October 16, 2004
It was cold this morning, so I bundled up in a cozy turtleneck, jeans and thick socks. I now have "sock tread" on my legs, to go with my snazzy dress. That's hot.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
In any case...Imposter or no imposter, Traci and I went shopping last night. I suspect that in the end, I had a better time than she did, but I won't go into it, because it was that in-between time that was great.
We went to Ross for our shopping extravaganza, a store that I loathe in most cases. You can't FIND anything there! They are so freakin' unorganized, that I usually get frustrated and just leave. My biggest irritation is finding really great shoes, only to learn that they should be in a section for shoes that are two sizes smaller. Ghah!!!
Initially the trip was pretty uneventful...Until we reached the underwear...There are some crazy undies out there, people! There was this tiny pink see-thru thong, with - get this - pompons hanging off the back. These are not panties that you wear. These are panties that guys buy, so they can hang them on their bedroom wall. I'm sure they make for a great tale of conquest, but please please keep them out of my garment selection!
On second thought...Don't. They were really funny.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Earlier Daniel started talking about how we should have Chun King for dinner tonight. Ew!!! Then he decided to turn up the radio which was playing a Dwight Yoakum song. Eeww! Eeww!
We are NOT having Chun King for dinner tonight and we are NOT listening to Dwight Yoakum during the dinner hour! EW!
HK to us: Scooter. Scooooo-ter! Woo-hoo! Scoooooooter!!! Yeah! (etc...)
Matt to me: Yeah, I'm riding a scooter - with a hot chick on the back. He's in a car, with 2 other dudes.
Saturday, October 09, 2004
He seems to be well on his way toward fulfilling that promise already. How many more countries do you suppose he can take over in 10 years?
Friday, October 08, 2004
Me:After work today, can you please run to the store? I need a few packages of semisweet chocolate chips, and a few packages of reeces peanut butter chips. Oh, and a bag of cotton balls. Also, a few packages of shortening sticks.
Matt:Mmmnnnn... Cotton ball cookies!
Me: Hmm, yeah, I guess I should've saved that one for the end of my list, huh?
Saturday, October 02, 2004
Friday, October 01, 2004
The bees had built a nest outside my front door. The damn pests kept getting in the house somehow! I couldn't leave the house! I had to call in sick for fear of being swarmed if I went outside!
The spiders were all over inside my house! I literally couldn't leave my bed because the floor was moving, there were so many of them! The cats and I were chillin' on the bed, trying to figure out what to do, when they started climbing up the bed posts, onto the mattress. I called 911, but eventually just climbed out the window next to my bed.
I think the presidential debate affected my sleep. More on that later.
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Saturday, September 25, 2004
I've never done anything with baby fryer chickens, so I decided to consult my good friend Yahoo for ideas. I caught myself just before hitting "search", when I realized that I had typed "baby fryer" into the search field. After momentary mortification, I thought, "Oh, what the hell." Nothing interesting came up. Apparently Yahoo doesn't have a sense of humor.
The New Beatitudes
Blessed are the hairstylists
For they know the truth
That you cannot cut strand by strand
But in swathes and ribbons
As if hair was woven by strands of imagination
Blessed are the comb-makers,
Who provide the tools that add texture.
Blessed are those who mix the shampoos
Who blend the pomades, the conditioners
And hair gel.
Blessed are the makers of barbicide.
And blessed am I
Who watch you emerge from
Nylon sheets and plastic hair nets
Like beams of moonlight on my face
As you discard your shadowy veil.
You pay the girl and walk to me.
You smile at me.
You take my hand
And we walk out together.
Pixies lean against my ears and remind me:
I am blessed. I am blessed!
Friday, September 24, 2004
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Me: I would like 4lbs of lamb cut into stew meat please.
Him: Sure. What would you like?
Me: Shoulder would be great.
Him: Well, I can cut shoulder for you, but you're not going to get very much meat, and you'll have to pay for the steaks anyway...
Me: Okay, how 'bout shank or rib?
Him: Mmm, that's not a good idea either.
Me: Alright, what would you recommend???
Him: Probably leg. You would get lots of good stew meat from the leg.
Me: That sounds great.
Him: We don't have any right now.
Saturday, September 18, 2004
Friday, September 17, 2004
My hatred acquired a new level the other day when I wanted to see how her pie crust recipe compares to mine. I looked up "Pie Crust" in the index, which directed me to "See Crusts". "Crusts" directed me to "See Flaky Pie Crust". "Flaky Pie Crust" directed me to "See Basic Flaky Pie Crust". Does anyone else see a problem here???
Thursday, September 16, 2004
In other news, someone told me that they like my blog, and I said "Oh goody!"
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Saturday, September 11, 2004
The kids just returned. They destroyed their earlier creation, declared it a disaster, saying Ivan did it and now they need to start all over.
Friday, September 10, 2004
You want a couple kids? I was on the verge of calling the police a little bit ago. We finished school and told the kids they were going to get baths in a little bit. We then let them go outside to play for a few before bathtime. Daniel went in, got the tub ready then headed out to call the kids in. I waited a few then went out to see what was taking so long. Looked around, didn't see anyone so started calling out. Daniel came walking up the drive, saying he was looking for them. Huh? He went one way, I went another calling thier names. No sign of them. I was getting desperate! I even looked in the freezer! Everything was so quiet! Finally I thought something must have happened and we would need to call the police. I yelled out as loud as I could "NATHAN!!" It was then that I heard giggling and they came down from their hiding spot in the trees saying they didn't want to take a bath. They haven't gotten a lecture like they did then in a long time!
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Saturday, September 04, 2004
No longer able to analyze the situation, her gaze began to wander about the room, looking over things that she always looked over when she was sent to the corner. There was the piano, which mother made her stand at and sing while she played various songs. During birthdays and Christmas, they would all gather around and sing songs. Of course, mother had a terrible voice, so it was never much of a treat, but she always insisted, saying it was tradition.
ON the floor next to her chair sat two jugs. They weren’t anything special; just two plain, glass jugs, which were about the size of milk bottles, perhaps a bit larger. She never knew where they came from and thought they were actually rather ugly, but mother always insisted on keeping them there. Perhaps this was also part of her strategic punishment; making her sit by ugly bottles.
Across the room was the glass door, which led to the dining room. Anna loved to sit in that room as much as possible and look outside. They lived on the fourth floor, so it was a wonderful view of the people below and the park across the street. Sometimes after sitting at the windows all afternoon, she would turn around to see mother standing in the door way with tears in her eyes. She would never give details as to why she was crying, though, always saying something about memories of grandmother.
Next to the glass door was one of grandmother’s old bookshelves. Anna missed her so, and had immediately started reading the books on the shelf, as soon as she had been shown grandmother’s favorites. She was quite the reader at such a young age, so she heard mother and many of her friends commenting. She didn’t know much about that, but she did love to read. She was currently in the midst of a wonderful novel called The Merchant of Venice. Mother didn’t approve much of this book, but let her read it anyway. She had begged and wailed when mother said she didn’t want Anna r3eading the book. Anna was torn, as mother had just finished telling her that this had been grandmother’s very favorite. Finally mother consented, saying that she could read it, but not all at once; she had to read just a bit every day. Anna could sit all-day and read for hours, many times finishing entire novels in one day. She was about halfway through this one and understood why mother hadn’t wanted her reading all of it at once. It was a very intense novel, full of violence and revenge.
The more she thought about this book, the more she wanted to be reading it right now. She knew that she shouldn’t as mother had instructed her not to move from the chair until she was called to dinner. Also, she had already read part of it that day, and she knew the rules. Unfortunately, Anna was quit the troublemaker, even she knew that. So, with mother in the kitchen preparing dinner, Anna sneaked across the room to the shelf and quietly stole the book, running back to her seat to read. She became so caught up in the story that she hadn’t noticed on of her stockings falling below her knee, or mother calling her for dinner.
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Unknowingly, the previous group who had been here had violated this space, taking with them not only the belongings of the deceased, but also bits and pieces of her memory. Looking around I tried to remember what it was like before, but I couldn’t. Much like a new hair cut, the prior feeling was hard to recall.
Turning around, I spotted the only thing left in the room. There were two glass jugs sitting in a corner of the room, just under the reflection from the window on the other wall. The emptiness of the room was magnified by this reflection, as normally a couch or chair would interrupt the light; now it was a perfect reflection of the window, outlined by shadows from the panes. Of course, this was the only source of light in the room; all of her lamps with their cheery light were gone as well.
I stared at the two jugs for a bit longer, hoping to gain something from them, I suppose. Perhaps they have some memory bottled up inside of them that I’d forgotten about. No memories. Now this would be the first new memory in my grandmother’s apartment. The first of many, I was sure. My daughter, now eight years old, was always getting into some sort of mischief, so I figured that she would contribute greatly.
I began to walk about the empty living space, trying to imagine where I would put things. My thoughts kept mirroring my grandmother’s, knowing that she would still be here; hot wanting to disappoint her. Of course, I would most likely put the things that I had inherited back where they were to begin with. It would make everyone feel more at home.
As I turned to leave I thought, “Yes, the jugs will stay right where they’re at.”
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
When I walked into the front room, I was overwhelmed with memories. The air still smelled of her cheap, imposter perfume. She’s always worn so much of it, perhaps because her senses were dull, and she didn’t realize how strong it really was. In any case, she always smelled as if she’d marinated in the stuff all night. Shelves of dusty books, which hadn’t been touched since before her eyes began to fail, lined the walls, floor to ceiling. They had all been dearly loved at one point, and the ones that were still close to her hear until the very end were all in one spot, not nearly so neglected looking as the others. I remembered how I used to come over every afternoon and read to her when I got out of class. She would always ask for one of the same five that she’d always asked for. She loved Shakespeare, and The Merchant of Venice was one of her favorites. She loved the aspects of revenge in this tale, and she would request it time and time again. There were many times that I would have just finished it the day before, and she would ask to hear it again.
Between the two shelves was a small piano, which had lived a fulfilling life as well. The top of the bench opened to reveal many of the songs that I had sung and danced to in my younger years. I remembered Christmas and birthdays in which we’d all gather around like so many of the families in the old Christmas movies.
Near the piano sat the old china hutch. I looked through the glass to see the memories that this piece of furniture held. The old Dutch characters and angels made of glass that I used to play with. Mother never liked me to play with them, as they were so fragile, but when she wasn’t looking, grandmother would hand them to me, winking with her mischievous grin. There were the crystal wineglasses that the adults would use during family dinners. If I had been good, grandma would let me drink grape juice out of one, so I looked just like all the others.
My sight moved across the room to the dining area. This was her favorite part of the humble apartment. There was a glass paned door that led into the room from the front area, and the entire dining room was enclosed in this same paned glass pattern. She would sit in there for hours, just looking through the glass as if she were dreaming of days past when she could walk downstairs on her own and feel the sun’s rays, uninterrupted by the glass.
I let these memories saturate my brain, as I began to go through her things. I sorted out the things I wanted, knowing that the rest would be shipped to The Salvation Army the next afternoon. I was excited to move in next week, and start the new memories.
Saturday, August 21, 2004
Up until this morning, it was not a big deal, even amusing at times.
I set my alarm via my cell phone. Matt has an alarm clock on the night stand, and there simply isn't enough room for another alarm clock. That, and my phone vibrates when the alarm goes off, so between the beeping and the buzzing, I wake up to it every time. This morning my alarm went off and I just reached over and blindly turned it off. A little while later, I rolled over to see what time it was, and I realized that according to the clock, my alarm shouldn't have gone off yet. About this time, Matt starts mumbling something about how he was supposed to meet his mother, and she was probably wondering where he was. At this, I grabbed my phone and looked at my call history. "Crap! That wasn't my alarm going off, that was the phone ringing! I hung up on your mother!"
I'm betting I won't be getting a 7:30am call from Maureen again any time soon.
Thursday, August 19, 2004
Saturday, August 14, 2004
Me: Justin, why are you wearing that?
Justin: This is what I'm wearing tomorrow.
Me: I get that, but why are you wearing it now?
Justin: Mom didn't pack any pajamas for me.
Me: Huh. Well, you can't be comfortable in that; why don't you wear one of Matt's Tshirts?
Justin: No, this is fine.
He then proceeded to pull the blankets back and crawl into bed, wearing belt and all. My nephew is a freaky kid.
This morning Justin came out of bed ready made! Matt made blueberry pancakes for breakfast. Afterwards, I mentioned something about brushing teeth, and Justin just looked at me.
Me: Lemme guess, you're mom didn't pack a toothbrush for you?
Justin: Yeah! (giggle)
Me: Well, we just need to pick one up for you today.
Justin: She packed a sweater for me.
Me: Yeah, I saw that. A nice knit sweater - perfect for winter, but no toothbrush. Next time I'm sending your mom a checklist.
Friday, August 13, 2004
We had borrowed her steam cleaner for our living room carpet, and we have to return it this weekend while my sister is up. We've had the cleaner for over a month, and of course, we just got around to using it last night. At 8:30. I have to say, it looked great when Matt was done. I found it pretty amusing however, when he called me in to express his confusion that the carpet was wet. Apparently he thought that the cleaner would suck enough water back up that the carpeting would be dry when he was done, so he had moved all our stuff outside, thinking it would be moved right back when he was finished. All of the livingroom furniture is currently in my kitchen and dining room, waiting to be moved back after work.
Maybe my sister will help move it all back!
Thursday, August 12, 2004
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Matt: What'cha doin'?
Me: I'm gonna play with Nathan's new toy!
Matt: Wha- No, Kim, put it down.
Me: (cutting through the tape)What?
Matt: You're going to break it before you even send it to him!
Me: No I won't, silly. I think I can figure out how to - wow! The doors of the shuttle open! Ooh, and there's a little arm thing that comes out! Neat!
Matt: Kim, put it back in the box!
Me: No! I want to look at it! I'm "testing" it.
Me: Ooh! The truck has a satellite dish thingie on top!
Matt: We can get you one of your own if you'd like.
Me: Actually, it is pretty cool...Okay, I'm going to put it away now.
Saturday, August 07, 2004
Actually, I just lied right there. I was telling Pamela about my harrowing, near-getting-stuck-on-the-shelf-in-my-closet experience (see below), and she told me that my life plays out like an I Love Lucy episode.
Makes one wonder why I was blessed with the ability to reproduce, huh?
Our house has 2 bedrooms, which sit side by side, and they "share" a closet. When you look into the closet for one room, you realize that you're looking at half a closet. You can see over the wooden barrier, into the other half of the closet, and into the other room. I think at one time, the two bedrooms were a walk-thru of sorts.
So, Matt boosted me, wearing only a bathrobe, up to the shelf in the closet of the room that we could still access. I managed to turn myself around so that I wouldn't have to dive face first out of the other side, and did this cramped scoot sortof thing until I got to the other side. I looked down - man that's a ways up for someone who's afraid of heights! I started to slide down, and about halfway there, I realized that if I were to continue, I would end up with a bunch of hangers in my face, which could prove painful. I actually managed to pull myself back up onto the closet shelf, leaned over, and started removing clothing from the closet, and throwing it on the floor. I found a box on the shelf, which I proceeded to drop on the floor, so I wouldn't have to drop as far. Then I turned around again, and braced my feet on either side of the door frame. I scootched myself down with my feet, until my arms and chin were the only thing holding me to the shelf, then dropped.
It was a good morning.
Friday, August 06, 2004
Mom: Well, we have a little vaseline laying around and some lotion we picked up for Lindsay awhile back.
Mom: Maybe I'll try the lotion and save the vaseline for Lindsay when her lips start drying out.
Me: Oh, good!
Me: Oh, nothing. I thought mom was going to put vaseline on her face, but it turns out she's not.
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
1. I think my behind and thighs have gotten a bit larger, because my pants don't quite fit right anymore. Sure, they look alright on, but the pockets won't stay put! The pants have buttons on both sides, above the pockets, to create a bit of a "sailor" look. They're very cute, but if they don't fit just right, the pocket insides pooch out. I have to walk around with my hands in my pockets so that I don't look lame.
2. The pants lace up the back, and the laces are really long, so they hang down, kindof like a tail. It sounds silly, now that I've typed it out, but trust me, they're great. They're a nice charcoal color, so they work just fine for the office. I like to call it "office flair". I learned the importance of not forgetting previous wardrobe malfunctions today. I went to the restroom, and just before I proceeded to let go of my willpower, I looked into that little space between the edge of the seat and my crotch, and lo and behold, there were my laces. In the water. Timing is everything, girls.
Who knew that it was possible to curse in silence? Probably a good thing. Can you imagine sitting in an office restroom, occupying the stall next to a woman who suddenly starts yelling vulgarities? It would probably freak the average girl out.
Needless to say, I grabbed toilet paper as fast as I could, and started attempting to dry my laces. As previously stated, the laces are charcoal in color. Yes, you guessed it, there were little bits of white toilet paper all over my laces. Damn. I proceeded to finish my business, then grabbed paper towels to do the job. They don't leave as much behind as toilet paper does.
3. I finally got back to my desk, and proceeded to do my work. At one point I looked down. I don't know what caused me to look down, but now I'm glad I did. I will be keeping my legs crossed for the remainder of the day. The seam is coming apart. The hem isn't coming loose, and a button isn't coming off, no. The seam on the upper thigh of my left leg is coming loose. Beautiful.
Saturday, July 31, 2004
Thursday, July 29, 2004
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Yes, it hurt a little. My toes, knees, hands and pride are all a little bruised. But, damn those chips were worth it.
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
We were walking across the street to the restaurant, and I had a highly entertaining conversation with a woman who was walking in the opposite direction:
Her - Nice dress.
Me - Thank you.
Her - You're welcome, Bitch!
The moment that last word exited her mouth, I recognized her. I looked right at Matt and said, "Wow! I've run into her before! I remember her complimenting me on something, and then calling me a bitch!".
That moment totally made my birthday.
Friday, July 23, 2004
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Orientation is one of the upcoming challenges on the next Fear Factor. The last person awake wins $50,000. The rest have to eat bees.
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
2. If you let and infant cry through the entire movie, you are a bad movie-goer.
3. If you take a toddler to a horror movie when they are old enough to understand the images on the screen, you are even worse.
Saturday, July 17, 2004
Me: So, what would you do if I suddenly went crazy one day, and I became one of those ladies who walks around downtown and yells at people for no apparent reason?
Him: I would throw you away.
Him: No, I would have you admitted into a mental institution. No, wait! I would just make sure that you were really hopped up on drugs all the time!
Me: You're having a lot of fun with this, aren't you?
Him: What would you do if I became one of those guys who walked around the neighborhood with my robe falling open, mumbling to myself?
Me: Eat your toast.
Friday, July 16, 2004
After the plumber left, Matt and I were having a lovely time playing with the tub water, watching it go down the drain, in amazement. Then we turned the sink faucet on, and noted that hot and cold were both coming out in barely a trickle...time to call our local plumber again.
On a positive note, I felt incredibly lucky to have a gym at work with a shower this week .
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Adventure Cat was quite upset with us late yesterday afternoon. We decided to change her bedding for her. The kids and I removed the kittens and Adventure cat then I quickly placed a clean sheet in for them before replacing the kittens. Adventure Cat was big time miffed! She mewed and threw quite the tizzy. She then moved the kittens to an undesirable spot where we had plastic bags stored. Then she got mad because we removed the plastic bags and put the kittens back in their original home. After yelling at all of us then yelling real loud at Nathan and chasing him away from the area she moved one kitten to a small box that really wasn't even big enough for just her. She then proceeded to lay on top of the kitten and refused to budge! I got another box together for her and moved it under the chair near where she wanted to be and placed the kitten in it. She hopped in and seemed content until the other kittens started crying for her. She then poked her head out and mewed at me so I brought the others to her. They're all happily abiding in their new home and we will wait plenty of time before attempting to change the bedding for her again.
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Later in the day I headed out to the garden to see how it was going. Out came the kids all excited. Adventure Cat was going to have babies and Daddy was having problems. I came back in and found Daniel on his hands and knees trying to extract Adventure Cat from a less than desirable area. We finally, after much coaxing and rearranging convinced her to settle for a better spot. That poor cat had one heck of a time! At one point, shortly before popping the first one out somehow managed to jump out of her box and come looking for me. That poor cat could barely keep her hind end off the floor! She was squatting, having contractions and begging me to help to help her. We managed to get her back in the box then the kids and I took turns keeping her company. Lindsay saw the first two being born and Nathan and I saw the last one being born. A most painful experience for the new Mama. Last night she kept trying to take little breaks but every time she'd take a couple steps away the kittens would start crying. She was actually grumbling (almost a growl) on her way back a couple times. LOL Grrrr, durn kids! She was thrilled to see us all emerge from the bedroom this morning and immediately came out to get us and lead us back to her box so we could take turns keeping her company again.
Saturday, July 10, 2004
I'm strangely relieved that there weren't milk spills on the floor.
What if I baked cookies for John Kerry? I could send him a batch of chocolate chip, or maybe peanut butter, with a little note, wishing him luck on the election. THEN...he would call me up and tell me how wonderful the cookies were, and ask me to be his "election baker". My first assignment would be to bake a gagillion cookies for his next public speech. I would have to decline, "That's a really great offer senator, but my little kitchen simply can't handle that much business at once". "Not to worry, my dear!" He would respond, "You can move into my mansion where we'll build you a large commercial kitchen, and we also plan to provide you with an assistant baker."
Wow...that was a really good daydream...I just added the assistant part in while I was typing this.
Thursday, July 08, 2004
First stop was the cigarette store. Daniel ran in while the kids and I waited in the car. While he was in there a pickup pulled up and parked next to it. It had a decal on the side which Nathan immediately set to reading. "GGG Go-o-o-od, God! BBB-Bl-Bl-ble-ble-bless,Bless! God Bless! Aa ammm-ammmeee-amerrriiii-amerriic-amerriic-amerriicaaa-America! God Bless America!" He's an American! Lindsay then chimed in "He's an American! He has an American car! See! He has an American Flag!" They were both so excited to be parked next to an American with an American car! When he came out I was tempted to thank him for keeping my kids busy :-)
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Plumbing - Women's restroom sink ripped off the wall. Store saw a man and a woman enter the bathroom, then heard a loud crash shortly thereafter. No water leaks.
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Saturday, July 03, 2004
Friday, July 02, 2004
G1: Man! My skin is totally falling off from the sunburn I got last weekend!
G2: Really? You should do what I do. I never peel after a burn.
G1: Wow...What's that?
G2: Well, I always use aloe vera.
G2: Okay, so, during the first few days, when the burn is really bad? You want to cover yourself in aloe in the morning and at night. Or twice a day or whatever, kay?
G2: Then, after the burn has gone down a bit, you only do the aloe thing in the morning, or just less than twice a day.
G2: So, that's what I do, y'know?
Overheard conversation involving a man on the bus and no one else:
Man: Y'know what that Krispy Kreme ought to do?
Man: They should get a sign; one of those signs like McDonald's got, that says how many hamburgers they've sold.
Man: They sell over a billion donuts a year, y'know?
Man: That's a lot of donuts.
Man: They're not even that good!
Thursday, July 01, 2004
Now, I'm not overly sensitive about personal space. You really can't be on public transportation. But c'mon people!
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
So, it's out...I work on Saturdays. The great thing about Saturdays is that while I'm getting ready for work in the morning, Matt and I have really interesting conversations. Fortunately I'm aware enough of my surroundings at that hour to appreciate them. I think Matt is too tired to realize what he's saying sometimes. For example:
Him: What do you want to do tonight?
Me: I don't know, what do you want to do?
Him: We should do something nice.
Me: What do you mean, "something nice"?
Him: You know, just something nice.
Me: (trying to get more clarification) Well, we always do nice things.
Him: Okay, then lets do something bad!
Friday, June 25, 2004
So, girly night wasn't so bad. I'm now the proud owner of a little pink purse. My new purse is so cute! It even has a little matching coin purse! I still stand by my previous statement, however. I am not girly! It was the wine, I swear. The wine made me do it.
All of the ladies at girls night were so excited about my new purchase. "Oh, it's the perfect size for some cash and your lipstick!". Um, try chapstick, honey. My purse comes with two strap options. There's the short, "carry your purse in your hand" type strap, and then there's the "over the shoulder" variety. In my opinion, the best part about my new purse is that the smaller strap is the perfect length to be a little pink collar! Y'know what's frightening? I can totally picture the pink collar, with the purse, and some matching pink strappy heels. Not girly at all...right.
Thursday, June 24, 2004
As stated in m-w.com, pretentious can be defined as "exaggerated importance". Am I the only one who finds "the office" pretentious sounding? I mean, who says that, anyway???
2. I have read all of my online news sources, including The Seattle Times, CNN, Netscape, Eonline and The Stranger.
US flight training exercises are scheduled for today. The drills will involve fighter planes and other aircraft flying at low altitudes throughout the day. I guess they wanted to let us know so that we wouldn't start ducking under bushes, which, as one of my friends recently stated, "totally works".
3. I have managed to avoid playing tetris or solitaire.
Work is pretty slow these days, so sometimes I find that I've been playing computer games for several hours. This is pretty amazing in itself, considering the consistency of my brain matter at that point.
4. I managed to get myself looped into "girly night"; I'm leaving work early for it, no less. I guess I could be called girly at times, though I've always been irritated by girly things. What does this mean????
"Girly night" is being held at Jardin, a local winery by my house. Once a month they have a girls night. Tonight they will have hair models on site to show the new summer styles! Oooh, and we'll get demonstrations of waxing techniques. Gross. Well, I suppose the on site wine will make the on site models and waxing more interesting.
5. I set up my new blog. Ta-da!