For the last 4 years or so, I have heard a lot of positive words regarding Stila Cosmetics. It's always quoted in magazines as being THE best source for some makeup, namely eyeshadow. I always figured that it was $500/product and that I couldn't afford it and went on my merry way. Until ET brought Stila back into my world a few months ago. They are a little pricey ($5 more/eyeshadow color than what I usually pay), but if they are that much much better, why not pay a little extra for something that isn't crap?
Let me back up even further than this. I have what I think is the world's greasiest face. Lotion, no lotion, or lotion only at night. Wash face twice a day, none a day, or once a day. It all equals in the same amount of oil. In fact, I amazed D. on Saturday by showing him my oily grossness on those little Clean & Clean Oil Absorbing Sheets. He wasn't even aware that such a product existed and I think "wow" was the statement he made after he saw I filled up TWO sheets. They were completely clear. So, face oil isn't much of a issue because of these sheets, except for the eyes. Shadow usually creases within 4 hours after I put it on. There is a Mary Kay Eye Primer that buys me two extra hours and nearly lets me make it through the work day withouth creasing.
Back to Stila. ET and everyone else in the world swears by this stuff. How it doesn't crease, yadda yadda. So, I order this cute little Midnight Bloom palette last week. It arrived Tuesday, the same day I went to get a haircut and brows shaped. I hadn't been since January, so I was feeling pretty scruffy on the eyebrow part. By the way, congrats to my cousin M. who cuts my hair at the snooty salon in Tulsa. She got a promotion. In one more level, she'll have her own assistant. The assistant's job is to shampoo hair. That's IT! Anywho, I always feel the most pretty the day after I go to the salon. So, what better opportunity than this to try out my new, non-crease stuff? New hair, new brows, I even washed my makeup brushes in preparation for the event. OK...I wash my brushes every two weeks anyway, but still. Except...it creased! Within 3 hours of me putting it on!!! What is wrong with me? Make the creasing stop! If you're reading this, it is your job to find me find me either a primer or reasons it creases only on me, or how to make it less greasy.
Bottom line: complete and utter disappointment
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Don't let the kid do things!
Well, alrighty then. Apparently I'm just way behind the times and it is indeed fine and dandy to bare your pregnant belly in public. I mean, if Britney Spears is doin' it...
I have no intentions of doing this when I get pregnant.
Tuesday at work, I whipped out my "doh" card. We make tea in this Fiestware teacup. Ours is pink. Fiestaware stuff is supposed to be collector items. Why we're making tea in it if that's the case, I have no idea. Anyway, I take it upon myself to make tea. I took off the lid and set it on the counter to the left of me. I then took the teacup and moved it left over the lid so I could wash it in the sink. The nub on top of the lid broke off. In addition to my inability to apply things uniformly, I apparently I also have a depth perception issue. Oops! The main problem: the teacup belongs to my 2nd in line boss who's on an Alaskan cruise at the moment. So, hopefully she'll still be in vacation mode and won't be too pissed at me. Of course, everyone else hates this teacup because it gets really hot, drips when it pours, and the handle isn't big enough to get a good lifting grip.
I have no intentions of doing this when I get pregnant.
Tuesday at work, I whipped out my "doh" card. We make tea in this Fiestware teacup. Ours is pink. Fiestaware stuff is supposed to be collector items. Why we're making tea in it if that's the case, I have no idea. Anyway, I take it upon myself to make tea. I took off the lid and set it on the counter to the left of me. I then took the teacup and moved it left over the lid so I could wash it in the sink. The nub on top of the lid broke off. In addition to my inability to apply things uniformly, I apparently I also have a depth perception issue. Oops! The main problem: the teacup belongs to my 2nd in line boss who's on an Alaskan cruise at the moment. So, hopefully she'll still be in vacation mode and won't be too pissed at me. Of course, everyone else hates this teacup because it gets really hot, drips when it pours, and the handle isn't big enough to get a good lifting grip.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Why, you're in Crazyville
I'm getting my hair and brows done today. It's been more than 6 months. I SO need it on the brows.
Lucía, Lucía = 5.25/10. I really can't decide if I even liked this or not. I just added the 0.25 because there was nudity. I've seen a lot of flailing body parts lately: Kinsey, Stage Beauty, Sideways and now this. I seriously doubt that the next movie I'm watching has nudity in it. Speaking of movie, I've made an "important" decision. Based on reviews from Epinions.com and the fact that their distribution center is closer to Tulsa, I'm signing up for Netflix on July 18th. I'm told that the Monday thing will get me a few more movies because they don't mail out movies on weekends but count those days as part of the free trial. And I figure that I'll have many of my free movies on library list watched. My library list is down to 27 now, but a lot of those have really long queues.
I work behind double glass doors. When a particular diamond establishment was down the hall, there were many weirdos that would pop their head in and ask stupid questions. Usually things like "Where's [insert name of jeweler]" and "Where's the bathroom?" Now that only the diamond maker and his bodyguard-like person are there, things are much quieter on the floor. Yet, there are still weirdos that come in here from time to time. Such was the case yesterday:
Werido sticks head in office, but not body
Me: Hi, can I help you?
Werido: Yeah, where am I?
Me: (sign on the outside of doors apparently not obvious enough) This is the "Widget Company."
Werido: No, I mean, where am I?
Me: Well, this is Matilda building (completely made up name) and it's on Main Street. (I don't work on Main Street, but you get the point.)
Werido: No, the bigger one! Where am I?
Me: Tulsa, Oklahoma, USA
Werido: YES! Thank you!
What did weirdo do next? Walked out the door. I might mention he appeared either drunk or stone or something. Not like I'd know, though.
Song of the moment: Lasgo - Who's That Girl (sample link at bottom of page)
Lucía, Lucía = 5.25/10. I really can't decide if I even liked this or not. I just added the 0.25 because there was nudity. I've seen a lot of flailing body parts lately: Kinsey, Stage Beauty, Sideways and now this. I seriously doubt that the next movie I'm watching has nudity in it. Speaking of movie, I've made an "important" decision. Based on reviews from Epinions.com and the fact that their distribution center is closer to Tulsa, I'm signing up for Netflix on July 18th. I'm told that the Monday thing will get me a few more movies because they don't mail out movies on weekends but count those days as part of the free trial. And I figure that I'll have many of my free movies on library list watched. My library list is down to 27 now, but a lot of those have really long queues.
I work behind double glass doors. When a particular diamond establishment was down the hall, there were many weirdos that would pop their head in and ask stupid questions. Usually things like "Where's [insert name of jeweler]" and "Where's the bathroom?" Now that only the diamond maker and his bodyguard-like person are there, things are much quieter on the floor. Yet, there are still weirdos that come in here from time to time. Such was the case yesterday:
Werido sticks head in office, but not body
Me: Hi, can I help you?
Werido: Yeah, where am I?
Me: (sign on the outside of doors apparently not obvious enough) This is the "Widget Company."
Werido: No, I mean, where am I?
Me: Well, this is Matilda building (completely made up name) and it's on Main Street. (I don't work on Main Street, but you get the point.)
Werido: No, the bigger one! Where am I?
Me: Tulsa, Oklahoma, USA
Werido: YES! Thank you!
What did weirdo do next? Walked out the door. I might mention he appeared either drunk or stone or something. Not like I'd know, though.
Song of the moment: Lasgo - Who's That Girl (sample link at bottom of page)
Monday, June 27, 2005
A coffee and a...ewww!
Tulsa's gettin' a Maggie Moo's!!!
LaFortune is really dusty to walk on. But since my expecting friend A. likes it and it gets me social with her and out of my apartment, I'm all for it.
I have been ovserving this woman that works on the same floor as I do but at a different company. Somehow she always manages to come into the bathroom just as I'm washing my hands afterward. I think she likes to stalk me. And 80% of the time, she has her insulated coffee mug full of coffee with her as she goes into a stall. Wha?
Either she:
a) plans to spend so long in the bathroom that she knows her coffee will get cold in her INSULATED mug,
b) Is so heavily addicted to caffeine that she must keep a constant stream flowing through her body at all times, or
c) doesn't think this is in the very least disgusting.
It reminds me of the George Carlin quote that goes something like "here's an odd feeling: sitting on a toilet eating a chocolate bar."
LaFortune is really dusty to walk on. But since my expecting friend A. likes it and it gets me social with her and out of my apartment, I'm all for it.
I have been ovserving this woman that works on the same floor as I do but at a different company. Somehow she always manages to come into the bathroom just as I'm washing my hands afterward. I think she likes to stalk me. And 80% of the time, she has her insulated coffee mug full of coffee with her as she goes into a stall. Wha?
Either she:
a) plans to spend so long in the bathroom that she knows her coffee will get cold in her INSULATED mug,
b) Is so heavily addicted to caffeine that she must keep a constant stream flowing through her body at all times, or
c) doesn't think this is in the very least disgusting.
It reminds me of the George Carlin quote that goes something like "here's an odd feeling: sitting on a toilet eating a chocolate bar."
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Phallic Peanut Picchu
By now, you've probably figured out that I generally have my mind in the gutter. I think this is the case because I don't generally act on my gutter mind feelings. I spent the entire Saturday with D. and there were so many instances where I didn't have to use my imagination at ALL for things to be perverted.
We started off by going to the Gilcrease Museum to see the exhibit of Machu Picchu. I give the exhibit a 3.5/10. I was just bored and it was crowded. Anyway, they showed a lot of artifacts and one of them seriously looked like a stone prototype of a dildo. I must mention that D pointed this out and not me for once! We got stuck behind these two extremely annoying old people and their granddaughter or someone who has way more patience than I have. Not only did we get stuck behind them in Machu Picchu, but also in another wing of the museum.
In one exhibit of American West crapart, D somewhat inappropriately laid down on one of the viewing benches (I have no idea what else to call them). I told him it was slightly inappropriate and then as soon as he stood up, I made sure to given him an inappropriate kiss. But I'm sure only the cameras saw us.
Gilcrease has this nifty (if you like Native American stuff and I generally don't) place downstairs that consists of many artifacts in glass-covered pullout drawers. Each item in the drawers is numbered. What makes it nifty is that you can then pull up a comptuer to find out more about each object. So, we pull out a drawer and see a child's parka. It looked like it was made out of rubber. And that wouldn't make sense since it's in an artifact area. D suggested that it was made out of intestines. I knew he was probably right, but I just didn't want to think that some poor child in the past had to choose between getting soaking wet or wearing intestines. A search on the comptuer revealed that it was made out of seal intestines. Eww!
Then we went to Old Navy, Famous Footwear (I didn't buy anything this time, ET), and Bed Bath & Beyond. Nothing too fantastical there except that we kept hitting each other with a body pillow in the store like 10 year olds.
Doug had never been to Texas Roadhouse, so I suggested we go there. It is here that he found the phallic peanut that my camera couldn't take a great picture of:
We started off by going to the Gilcrease Museum to see the exhibit of Machu Picchu. I give the exhibit a 3.5/10. I was just bored and it was crowded. Anyway, they showed a lot of artifacts and one of them seriously looked like a stone prototype of a dildo. I must mention that D pointed this out and not me for once! We got stuck behind these two extremely annoying old people and their granddaughter or someone who has way more patience than I have. Not only did we get stuck behind them in Machu Picchu, but also in another wing of the museum.
In one exhibit of American West crapart, D somewhat inappropriately laid down on one of the viewing benches (I have no idea what else to call them). I told him it was slightly inappropriate and then as soon as he stood up, I made sure to given him an inappropriate kiss. But I'm sure only the cameras saw us.
Gilcrease has this nifty (if you like Native American stuff and I generally don't) place downstairs that consists of many artifacts in glass-covered pullout drawers. Each item in the drawers is numbered. What makes it nifty is that you can then pull up a comptuer to find out more about each object. So, we pull out a drawer and see a child's parka. It looked like it was made out of rubber. And that wouldn't make sense since it's in an artifact area. D suggested that it was made out of intestines. I knew he was probably right, but I just didn't want to think that some poor child in the past had to choose between getting soaking wet or wearing intestines. A search on the comptuer revealed that it was made out of seal intestines. Eww!
Then we went to Old Navy, Famous Footwear (I didn't buy anything this time, ET), and Bed Bath & Beyond. Nothing too fantastical there except that we kept hitting each other with a body pillow in the store like 10 year olds.
Doug had never been to Texas Roadhouse, so I suggested we go there. It is here that he found the phallic peanut that my camera couldn't take a great picture of:
I think he only moderately liked the experience/food.
We went to Target then and, I swear to you, we saw 5000 pregnant women. Long winter nights, I guess. I'm hoping it's not a preview of coming attractions. What a miracle baby that would be! D pointed out as we were walking past the baby aisle a product similar to Desitin called Boudreaux's Butt Paste. Check out the name of the website. I guess children with diaper rash wouldn't care if the product used to relieve it was called butt paste. What a name, though! Then there was a product called "Wood for Good." It was like polish or something, but if you mind's in the gutter it's funny.
We went to Target then and, I swear to you, we saw 5000 pregnant women. Long winter nights, I guess. I'm hoping it's not a preview of coming attractions. What a miracle baby that would be! D pointed out as we were walking past the baby aisle a product similar to Desitin called Boudreaux's Butt Paste. Check out the name of the website. I guess children with diaper rash wouldn't care if the product used to relieve it was called butt paste. What a name, though! Then there was a product called "Wood for Good." It was like polish or something, but if you mind's in the gutter it's funny.
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Campaign for campaigns
Kinsey = 8.5/10. Who doesn't love a movie all about sex!?! And gall wasps. And sex! There is much nudity to be seen. If you watch it, make sure you watch all the way to the end past the credits to see footage provided by the real Kinsey Institute of various animals getting it on. It answered my questions about lizards, birds, and porcupines.
What a clever marketing scheme, Dove. So clever that I almost bought into the lie that you cared about the "average woman." But you're literally still selling soap. Their latest spread on the Campaign for Real Beauty called Real Woman Have Curves just pisses me off. Yes, we do have curves. However, the women you chose to represent your campaign are, OMG, a size (hold your breath) SIX instead of a size negative five! Can you believe that? And the oldest one is 26, "WAY past" the body prime that magazines lead us to believe occurs at age 16. Wait a minute! The two darker women are the bigger ones on the spread. Is anyone else offended by that? Maybe the one in the middle is a size 8 instead of 6, pardon me.
Honestly, what percentage of women are as small as the woman on that site? More than the Paris Hilton waifs we see daily in ads, but not many. The "real/average woman" they need to show is 40 years old and a size 18 or so. What? What's that? Oh! You say that showing an average woman wouldn't convince people buy their products? You're probably correct, but don't show me size 6 girls and tell me that this is average and that they are curvy.
The shelves where I shop lead me to believe that I am more the "average." I am within the "normal" range on the BMI scale, but I certainly don't look like those women. And for you those of you out there trying to figure out if you're bigger or smaller than me, I'll give you a clue: I'm 5' 4". You're totally doing it, Kelly. Don't even lie! :)
What a clever marketing scheme, Dove. So clever that I almost bought into the lie that you cared about the "average woman." But you're literally still selling soap. Their latest spread on the Campaign for Real Beauty called Real Woman Have Curves just pisses me off. Yes, we do have curves. However, the women you chose to represent your campaign are, OMG, a size (hold your breath) SIX instead of a size negative five! Can you believe that? And the oldest one is 26, "WAY past" the body prime that magazines lead us to believe occurs at age 16. Wait a minute! The two darker women are the bigger ones on the spread. Is anyone else offended by that? Maybe the one in the middle is a size 8 instead of 6, pardon me.
Honestly, what percentage of women are as small as the woman on that site? More than the Paris Hilton waifs we see daily in ads, but not many. The "real/average woman" they need to show is 40 years old and a size 18 or so. What? What's that? Oh! You say that showing an average woman wouldn't convince people buy their products? You're probably correct, but don't show me size 6 girls and tell me that this is average and that they are curvy.
The shelves where I shop lead me to believe that I am more the "average." I am within the "normal" range on the BMI scale, but I certainly don't look like those women. And for you those of you out there trying to figure out if you're bigger or smaller than me, I'll give you a clue: I'm 5' 4". You're totally doing it, Kelly. Don't even lie! :)
Friday, June 24, 2005
Sharing butt cheese is NOT cool!
I have no clue where life will take me from now until August 31, 2006. What I do know is that it will be in the same apartment. I managed to flash enough boob avoid a $10/month rate increase. And I got a $20 apartment gym key for free that I lost/left in the gym back in March.
Stage Beauty = 7.25/10. You can convince your man to see it by telling him that he gets to see Claire Dane's boobs twice.
And I tried to watch Kinsey last night, but I spent 2.5 hours on the phone with my family and D. Not at the same time. Kinsey was due back Thursday at the library, but the $0.50 or $1.00 is worth it. Totally defeats the purpose of checking out movies from the library, but whatever.
So yesterday I was emailing ET back and forth as to what I should give as a wedding gift to cousin Shannon. She suggested a vase (left over from her wedding nearly three years ago at a discount price--any takers?). I said that I didn't want to give a vase because it was a non-practical, "traditional" wedding gift. I then told her I was thinking something that could be more useful...like towels. And then that reminded me of the family towel story. Maggie, let me know if you were there when this happened or if it was another trip and if details are a bit skewed. The main point happened, many of the details are fuzzy.
Time: Spring break 1999 (80% certainly), 2 months before I graduated from high school
Dad loads up the hoopty vanand off we go to South Carolina for spring break/to see family. Most people from South Carolina have a REALLY hick accent. No exception with my aunt & uncle that live there. Hick accents make these people SEEM redneck and their double wide trailer doesn't help at all. The six of us (mom, dad, two brothers, me, Maggie) arrive there and wake up the next morning to take showers. Of course, Mom and Dad get in first because Maggie and me were THE queens of sleeping in. When Mom/Dad woke us/me up, I remember being told that in the bathroom had only two towels. That was IT! There were no other towels in the trialer. We couldn't jolly well go out and buy them because apparently that would have been rude, so what ended up happening was beyond comprehension: The TEN of us (aunt, uncle, cousins Shannon and Kristy) ended up using those two towels for the entire week. I think we eventually might have used our beach towesl, too. Now I'm all about being close to family and having communal this and communal that, but communal towels? I think not!
Pales in comparision to my other communal towel experience: When I was a kid, my neighbors across the street had a communal towel that was used in lieu of toilet paper. Seriously.
Stage Beauty = 7.25/10. You can convince your man to see it by telling him that he gets to see Claire Dane's boobs twice.
And I tried to watch Kinsey last night, but I spent 2.5 hours on the phone with my family and D. Not at the same time. Kinsey was due back Thursday at the library, but the $0.50 or $1.00 is worth it. Totally defeats the purpose of checking out movies from the library, but whatever.
So yesterday I was emailing ET back and forth as to what I should give as a wedding gift to cousin Shannon. She suggested a vase (left over from her wedding nearly three years ago at a discount price--any takers?). I said that I didn't want to give a vase because it was a non-practical, "traditional" wedding gift. I then told her I was thinking something that could be more useful...like towels. And then that reminded me of the family towel story. Maggie, let me know if you were there when this happened or if it was another trip and if details are a bit skewed. The main point happened, many of the details are fuzzy.
Time: Spring break 1999 (80% certainly), 2 months before I graduated from high school
Dad loads up the hoopty vanand off we go to South Carolina for spring break/to see family. Most people from South Carolina have a REALLY hick accent. No exception with my aunt & uncle that live there. Hick accents make these people SEEM redneck and their double wide trailer doesn't help at all. The six of us (mom, dad, two brothers, me, Maggie) arrive there and wake up the next morning to take showers. Of course, Mom and Dad get in first because Maggie and me were THE queens of sleeping in. When Mom/Dad woke us/me up, I remember being told that in the bathroom had only two towels. That was IT! There were no other towels in the trialer. We couldn't jolly well go out and buy them because apparently that would have been rude, so what ended up happening was beyond comprehension: The TEN of us (aunt, uncle, cousins Shannon and Kristy) ended up using those two towels for the entire week. I think we eventually might have used our beach towesl, too. Now I'm all about being close to family and having communal this and communal that, but communal towels? I think not!
Pales in comparision to my other communal towel experience: When I was a kid, my neighbors across the street had a communal towel that was used in lieu of toilet paper. Seriously.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Shannon the Betrothed
Look, I'm pretty much an extremely clueless person when it comes to matters that involve making a style decision. That's why God gave me ET, A, and M. Since my family won't be returning home until a few days before my cousin's wedding, I took it upon myself to offer to buy their gift (with their money) from my cousin's registry. It would save my parents time and they won't have to make a style decision. They are decidedly more clueless than I am when it comes to gifts. I had to get it from somewhere! So, I prance on over to The Knot to find where she's registered. Hmm...nothing showing up. I'm sure their site it just down at the moment. I check the other source for all registries, Wedding Channel. Nothing listed there, either. I figure that Shannon has decided to register at some local place with no website. She's in South Carolina, you never know. I'll settle this! I call her my aunt, Shannon's mother.
Susie: Well, she was gunna register but she just didn't.
Me: Ok...well...what does she need? Want? What color scheme is her house/apartment?
Susie: Boy, now there some questions. I don't really talk to her too much now that she lives away.
Me: Ok...so, what am I supposed to get her?
Susie: She'll just be happy with whatever.
Fan-friggin'-tastic! Bottom line: if you get married, please register so that the Rachel's of the world don't all give you crappy picture albums and the like.
Susie: Well, she was gunna register but she just didn't.
Me: Ok...well...what does she need? Want? What color scheme is her house/apartment?
Susie: Boy, now there some questions. I don't really talk to her too much now that she lives away.
Me: Ok...so, what am I supposed to get her?
Susie: She'll just be happy with whatever.
Fan-friggin'-tastic! Bottom line: if you get married, please register so that the Rachel's of the world don't all give you crappy picture albums and the like.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Putt Putt
It's bonus time at the office. How will Rachel spend it? 50% = car loan, 40% = savings, 10% = spend on something frivolous. Could I be any more exciting? (you gotta say it just like Chandler)
Add to my job description microwave cleaner.
I went with my mentee to Mazzio's and then to play Putt Putt on a kick butt course. Well, I think it was kick butt. I've only played a total of like 4 times in my life, so what I do know? I felt like such an idiot playing, though. I honestly have NO clue which direction I should be facing/which should be the lead hand/arm when I putt. Remember, I'm a lefty. Both ways felt equally wrong to me. It was a par 42 course. I scored 68 and Butter scored 69. Oddly enough, this was close to our bowling scores. I think I might have a career in this!
Rachel's 1st law of Shelby: There exists a direct correlation between the importance of an item and the liklelihood of Shelby eating/chewing the item.
Proof for R1stLOS #1 : Renewal for blue car's tag sticker.
Add to my job description microwave cleaner.
I went with my mentee to Mazzio's and then to play Putt Putt on a kick butt course. Well, I think it was kick butt. I've only played a total of like 4 times in my life, so what I do know? I felt like such an idiot playing, though. I honestly have NO clue which direction I should be facing/which should be the lead hand/arm when I putt. Remember, I'm a lefty. Both ways felt equally wrong to me. It was a par 42 course. I scored 68 and Butter scored 69. Oddly enough, this was close to our bowling scores. I think I might have a career in this!
Rachel's 1st law of Shelby: There exists a direct correlation between the importance of an item and the liklelihood of Shelby eating/chewing the item.
Proof for R1stLOS #1 : Renewal for blue car's tag sticker.
Never scare me in the bathroom, please
Happy birthday to Jason! He's 25 today and reminds me often that his birtday is on the first day of summer.
Sideways = 7.75/10. I learned a lot about wine. And even though I laughed my butt off, I'm not sure I will ever recover from the eyeball raping when the nekkid man ran into the car window.
And Brothers Houligan was...well...it was cheap food. But a crappy atmosphere and close quarters. I did, however, find my oddity of the day there. I believe I've blogged before about how I wash my hands before I eat a meal. This time was no exception. The bathroom was one that had only one toilet and one sink. No partitions or anything. There was a closet in the bathroom, though. Because I'm a curious person, I peeked inside the closet. There I found a vacuum and I didn't look long enough to see what else. Fine. I wonder how many times a waiter at the restaurant hid in the closet until a co-worker had to tinkle and then jumped out an the most inappropriate moment. Or worse! Did his/her own little voyeurism thing with customers. Ick!
Sideways = 7.75/10. I learned a lot about wine. And even though I laughed my butt off, I'm not sure I will ever recover from the eyeball raping when the nekkid man ran into the car window.
And Brothers Houligan was...well...it was cheap food. But a crappy atmosphere and close quarters. I did, however, find my oddity of the day there. I believe I've blogged before about how I wash my hands before I eat a meal. This time was no exception. The bathroom was one that had only one toilet and one sink. No partitions or anything. There was a closet in the bathroom, though. Because I'm a curious person, I peeked inside the closet. There I found a vacuum and I didn't look long enough to see what else. Fine. I wonder how many times a waiter at the restaurant hid in the closet until a co-worker had to tinkle and then jumped out an the most inappropriate moment. Or worse! Did his/her own little voyeurism thing with customers. Ick!
Monday, June 20, 2005
Kiddy spit
Nothing odd this weekend really, but here's a recap:
I had one of the most lovely weekends I've had in quite some time. Well, mostly lovely. What made it so great? I did absolutely nothing for the most part, that's what. Friday I spend with D. We did nada. No, wait...we did go to Walgreens to get some pictures developed for my mentee and Bueno (at my request).
Saturday I was going to sleep in until I absolutely had to get out of bed at 4:00 but my mentally challenged (seriously) uncle (who also lacks at least two teeth) called me at 10:00 and left a message that said, "Rachel, I'm over at your dad's house to mow but I cain't find the key to the back gate. Give me a call."
You know WHY you can't find a key? Because you don't HAVE ONE and my dad told you that, idiot! And you were supposed to give me a little notice before you showed up so that I could give you the key. My dad told you this, too. So, I woke up too early on Saturday with a hangover headache (rather, what I would imagine a hangover headache might feel like) and hauled butt over there so that he could mow my dad's yard and get $50 from him and $40 to mow the neighbor's front yard. And what did Rachel get? Just pissed off. But for some reason I feel really small for being upset at a relative who has diminished mental capacities.
So my get-stuff-done plans for Saturday (IF I woke up) were shot because I spent the rest of the day (until the baseball game) on the couch watching a movie and cat napping because I was exhausted and had a headache.
Then, I went to a Drillers baseball game with my mentee and all of the other mentor/mentees. They reserved 80 seats but there was only 40 of us there. So, we all ended up getting two tickets for a free hot dog, chips, and soda. By the third hot dog (I traded chips with the mentee), I had a swarm of 7 kiddos around me. Mainly because I have a digital camera. I have no problem letting the more responsible 11 year old mentee of mine use it. But the 4-6 year olds? Umm...yeah...that's one way to make my butt clench/teeth grind. Give a $400 camera to a 6 year old that likes to throw things. The same six year old eventually got chased by his mentor and ended up with his head on my lap while his mentor was tickling him. I ended up with a wad of wet cotton candy mixed with spit on my leg. The spit spot was about the size of his fist. Ick! During the course of the game with these kids around me, another mentor said to me "Man, you ought to be a teacher or something." I said back to her jokingly, "Yeah, it's almost like I have a degree in it or something." I am 95% sure that I've mentioned to her the fact that I do indeed have a teaching degree, but the look she gave me indicated that she took my response not as I intended it. Oops!
There were fireworks after the game. I still hold my ears at fireworks. I dunno. I thought it was cool that I got to see the men light them up, though. I've always wondered how that worked.
Sunday I went to church and had lunch with D's family again. I like his parents. Then we came to my place and spent the whole rest of the day (until he absolutely had to go back to OKC at 10:15) sittin' on my couch. Talking. Building foundations. And eatin' at Fuddrucker's. Great way to spend a Sunday if you ask me.
I had one of the most lovely weekends I've had in quite some time. Well, mostly lovely. What made it so great? I did absolutely nothing for the most part, that's what. Friday I spend with D. We did nada. No, wait...we did go to Walgreens to get some pictures developed for my mentee and Bueno (at my request).
Saturday I was going to sleep in until I absolutely had to get out of bed at 4:00 but my mentally challenged (seriously) uncle (who also lacks at least two teeth) called me at 10:00 and left a message that said, "Rachel, I'm over at your dad's house to mow but I cain't find the key to the back gate. Give me a call."
You know WHY you can't find a key? Because you don't HAVE ONE and my dad told you that, idiot! And you were supposed to give me a little notice before you showed up so that I could give you the key. My dad told you this, too. So, I woke up too early on Saturday with a hangover headache (rather, what I would imagine a hangover headache might feel like) and hauled butt over there so that he could mow my dad's yard and get $50 from him and $40 to mow the neighbor's front yard. And what did Rachel get? Just pissed off. But for some reason I feel really small for being upset at a relative who has diminished mental capacities.
So my get-stuff-done plans for Saturday (IF I woke up) were shot because I spent the rest of the day (until the baseball game) on the couch watching a movie and cat napping because I was exhausted and had a headache.
Then, I went to a Drillers baseball game with my mentee and all of the other mentor/mentees. They reserved 80 seats but there was only 40 of us there. So, we all ended up getting two tickets for a free hot dog, chips, and soda. By the third hot dog (I traded chips with the mentee), I had a swarm of 7 kiddos around me. Mainly because I have a digital camera. I have no problem letting the more responsible 11 year old mentee of mine use it. But the 4-6 year olds? Umm...yeah...that's one way to make my butt clench/teeth grind. Give a $400 camera to a 6 year old that likes to throw things. The same six year old eventually got chased by his mentor and ended up with his head on my lap while his mentor was tickling him. I ended up with a wad of wet cotton candy mixed with spit on my leg. The spit spot was about the size of his fist. Ick! During the course of the game with these kids around me, another mentor said to me "Man, you ought to be a teacher or something." I said back to her jokingly, "Yeah, it's almost like I have a degree in it or something." I am 95% sure that I've mentioned to her the fact that I do indeed have a teaching degree, but the look she gave me indicated that she took my response not as I intended it. Oops!
There were fireworks after the game. I still hold my ears at fireworks. I dunno. I thought it was cool that I got to see the men light them up, though. I've always wondered how that worked.
Sunday I went to church and had lunch with D's family again. I like his parents. Then we came to my place and spent the whole rest of the day (until he absolutely had to go back to OKC at 10:15) sittin' on my couch. Talking. Building foundations. And eatin' at Fuddrucker's. Great way to spend a Sunday if you ask me.
Saturday, June 18, 2005
haveinfun7 = forgetful
Look, if you're going to do this sort of thing, just make sure you haven't done it about 5000 times in the past 9 months. Seriously, this guy sends hit-on-me messages nearly identical to this one at the rate of about one per month. It's not like my profile is blank, either. Wouldn't you realize that you've talked to me before? My pictures don't change that often. I guess that means he talks to every female in Oklahoma with the hopes of getting a date? My guess is that no one takes him up on it if he's still asking me constantly. And never remembering that he's talked to me a grillion times before.
(12:08:27) haveinfun7: hello
(12:14:44) haveinfun7: are you looking for a guy?
(12:53:32) reharden: nope
(12:08:27) haveinfun7: hello
(12:14:44) haveinfun7: are you looking for a guy?
(12:53:32) reharden: nope
Can't get away with that one!
So, the trailer makes it look craptastical (even with the 2 shots you see of Cameron Diaz's tush), but In Her Shoes is going to be a movie that I see on opening day because of my odd fascination with Jennifer Weiner.
Edward Scissorhands (no, I had NEVER seen it before) = 8/10. Quite clever! It even makes up for The Nightmare Before Christmas. Apparently I'm the only person who didn't love that movie, though.
I am clumsy. Most of the time it doesn't matter because I'm either by myself when I do these things or I'm with someone who knows and expects me to do clumsy things. I usually end up only hurting myself (or my dignity). However, I can think of a few examples of stupid things I've done at work that has either cost the company money or cost me a lot of dignity points. These are especially bad because I pay the bills. So, I'm reminded when I code the bill and then pay it that I could never be Jackie O.
#1: I use the CD drive on my computer about once a month. A few years back I got what I needed off of the CD and took it out to give to the next user in the office. The CD tray was left open. I didn't realize this fact. A few hours later I stretched and got some leg action in with the stretch. I kicked the CD tray and managed to get it stuck. There was no getting it back in. So, I had to go explain to my boss not only that I broke it but how it got broke. He laughed. It's not like this one cost more than $100, but I felt silly.
#2: Every few months some boys will come around selling candles with like Calvary School. It's a type of troubled boys home or something. Since I was living with my parents at the time and my mom is anti-candle (allergies), I bought a smelly cinnamon one. It was wonderful...right up until it exploded when it got to the end of the wick. The glass broke into about 8 pieces and it left a burn mark on the countertop. Here's what it looks like 4 years later:
See that candy dish? Yeah, that's what I put ON the burn mark to cover it up.
#3: It was just Denise and me in the office this entire week. Everyone else was on a business trip. We have an ice machine that has three settings for ice: normal, thick, thin. It's never been on anything but normal since I've worked here. I decided that I would put it on thick one day, thin the next day, then back to normal the third day to see what each thickness of ice was like. On Friday, the ice machine has quit making ice now. All I did was turned the knob, though! Hopefully it will be back up and running on Monday.
Edward Scissorhands (no, I had NEVER seen it before) = 8/10. Quite clever! It even makes up for The Nightmare Before Christmas. Apparently I'm the only person who didn't love that movie, though.
I am clumsy. Most of the time it doesn't matter because I'm either by myself when I do these things or I'm with someone who knows and expects me to do clumsy things. I usually end up only hurting myself (or my dignity). However, I can think of a few examples of stupid things I've done at work that has either cost the company money or cost me a lot of dignity points. These are especially bad because I pay the bills. So, I'm reminded when I code the bill and then pay it that I could never be Jackie O.
#1: I use the CD drive on my computer about once a month. A few years back I got what I needed off of the CD and took it out to give to the next user in the office. The CD tray was left open. I didn't realize this fact. A few hours later I stretched and got some leg action in with the stretch. I kicked the CD tray and managed to get it stuck. There was no getting it back in. So, I had to go explain to my boss not only that I broke it but how it got broke. He laughed. It's not like this one cost more than $100, but I felt silly.
#2: Every few months some boys will come around selling candles with like Calvary School. It's a type of troubled boys home or something. Since I was living with my parents at the time and my mom is anti-candle (allergies), I bought a smelly cinnamon one. It was wonderful...right up until it exploded when it got to the end of the wick. The glass broke into about 8 pieces and it left a burn mark on the countertop. Here's what it looks like 4 years later:
See that candy dish? Yeah, that's what I put ON the burn mark to cover it up.
#3: It was just Denise and me in the office this entire week. Everyone else was on a business trip. We have an ice machine that has three settings for ice: normal, thick, thin. It's never been on anything but normal since I've worked here. I decided that I would put it on thick one day, thin the next day, then back to normal the third day to see what each thickness of ice was like. On Friday, the ice machine has quit making ice now. All I did was turned the knob, though! Hopefully it will be back up and running on Monday.
Friday, June 17, 2005
I can see your...everything!
I consider myself to be a very open-minded person. However, I still occasionally see things that make me think "Yeah, I don't know about that." My most recent example:
Yesterday evening I walked with Shelby to Hunter Park on the trail. I saw a woman walking by herself. She was wearing a pair of yellow swishy/parachute shorts and a thin yellow sports bra. Nothing else. The sports bra was very sweaty and guess what? Yellow is about the same thing as white when it gets wet. Thus, I could see all aspects of her boobs and glimpses of hair in the nether regions. (I guess she wasn't wearing undies?) But wait! There's more. She was about 6 ½ months pregnant. I'm all fine and dandy with nudity and the pregnant body, but it's just not someting I expect to see in a public park in Oklahoma.
Yesterday evening I walked with Shelby to Hunter Park on the trail. I saw a woman walking by herself. She was wearing a pair of yellow swishy/parachute shorts and a thin yellow sports bra. Nothing else. The sports bra was very sweaty and guess what? Yellow is about the same thing as white when it gets wet. Thus, I could see all aspects of her boobs and glimpses of hair in the nether regions. (I guess she wasn't wearing undies?) But wait! There's more. She was about 6 ½ months pregnant. I'm all fine and dandy with nudity and the pregnant body, but it's just not someting I expect to see in a public park in Oklahoma.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
I'm an hourly
In today's Tulsa World, there was this birth:
Ellen In-The-Woods and Jeremy Jackson, girl.
Any guesses on the origins of that surname?
Speaking of births: it would suck to be a single mother. It would suck even more to be a single mother of twins or triplets, though.
Hourly wages suck. Not for the conventional reasons you may think, though. The reason is that I compare most of my purchases with hours worked. "Wow, Rachel, you just spend 6 hours pay on that and it was that boring day at work." And it doesn't matter how much I make per hour. I could be making $600/hour and I would still be thinking "That electric bill was x minutes of work." When it's REALLY bad for me, though, is when I'm eating something. "You realize that stick of gum you just ate was 30 seconds, right?" When I was in Houston and was salaried, this wasn't an issue. Probably because I spent like 80% of my waking time doing work and never had a chance to buy things. And last year I couldn't really factor in the work hours consistently. One week might be 80 hours, another 60. I doubt I'm the only one that does this, but no one else has ever talked about it.
Ellen In-The-Woods and Jeremy Jackson, girl.
Any guesses on the origins of that surname?
Speaking of births: it would suck to be a single mother. It would suck even more to be a single mother of twins or triplets, though.
Hourly wages suck. Not for the conventional reasons you may think, though. The reason is that I compare most of my purchases with hours worked. "Wow, Rachel, you just spend 6 hours pay on that and it was that boring day at work." And it doesn't matter how much I make per hour. I could be making $600/hour and I would still be thinking "That electric bill was x minutes of work." When it's REALLY bad for me, though, is when I'm eating something. "You realize that stick of gum you just ate was 30 seconds, right?" When I was in Houston and was salaried, this wasn't an issue. Probably because I spent like 80% of my waking time doing work and never had a chance to buy things. And last year I couldn't really factor in the work hours consistently. One week might be 80 hours, another 60. I doubt I'm the only one that does this, but no one else has ever talked about it.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Armor All/movie madness!
I'm well on my way to meeting my goal. I have 19 movies that are on my to see list on hold at the library. I can't put ALL of the 31 on hold at the same time because most of them will come to the library the next day and I don't want a repeat of what happened last year at this time. Oh, that's right. I never told anyone about what happened last summer because I was so ashamed. When I lived in Houston, both the Harris County Public Library system and the Houston Public Library systems took forever to get you your movies, even if there was no hold on it. Let's forget the fact that Houston is like the 4th largest city in the US. I wanted my movies right then! So when I moved back to Tulsa, I completely forgot that the Tulsa Library has a very effecient system of getting movies that have no holds on them to you within 1-2 days. So, at one point I ended up with like literally 25 DVD movies on the holdshelf for me at Hardesty. Great! Except that you can only check out 5 at a time and keep them for a week. I actually had a librarian call me at home and tell me not to put so many holds on my account. She didn't sound pissed off, but I felt really awful. Oops!
There are 199 days left in the year. That's 28.5 weeks. There are 111 movies on my available to rent list (two more came out yesterday). If I am to see what is on my "available to rent" list as of right now (forget the fact that like 80% of the rest of the movies on the list will be on video in December), then I basically need to see 4 movies per week. Bah! I'll never make it! I mean...I can do it. A few people need to look at my list and force me to watch movies. You three know how I get. Besdies, BK has a way bigger TV and more comfy couch than I do. I figure I will meet this goal by putting all of my Seinfeld, South Park, Chappelle Show, and Will & Grace watching on hold for a bit.
I was seriously thinking about saying how great those Armor All wipes are on here today. I've never had a need for Armor All. My blue car (to be blogged about later when I name my baby car) has always been so crappy/cheap and unclean that the thought of spending $5 on wipes seemed stupid. Anyway, I used a wipe on the new car and it was completely magical! Until I woke up yesterday morning and decided that I seriously have issues with the concept of uniform application. Now part of the car looks greasy and the other part nice and clean. It did, however, get some of the random spooge mark on my dash that came directly from Honda.
The Corporation = 9.5/10. In the very least, it makes you think about things. I didn't really need convincing that corporations only look at the bottom line, though. I think the corporation I work for does more good than harm, though. And they certainly care about employees. What the movie didn't tell me is this: If corporations are bigbadevil, then where do I get my stuff?
There are 199 days left in the year. That's 28.5 weeks. There are 111 movies on my available to rent list (two more came out yesterday). If I am to see what is on my "available to rent" list as of right now (forget the fact that like 80% of the rest of the movies on the list will be on video in December), then I basically need to see 4 movies per week. Bah! I'll never make it! I mean...I can do it. A few people need to look at my list and force me to watch movies. You three know how I get. Besdies, BK has a way bigger TV and more comfy couch than I do. I figure I will meet this goal by putting all of my Seinfeld, South Park, Chappelle Show, and Will & Grace watching on hold for a bit.
I was seriously thinking about saying how great those Armor All wipes are on here today. I've never had a need for Armor All. My blue car (to be blogged about later when I name my baby car) has always been so crappy/cheap and unclean that the thought of spending $5 on wipes seemed stupid. Anyway, I used a wipe on the new car and it was completely magical! Until I woke up yesterday morning and decided that I seriously have issues with the concept of uniform application. Now part of the car looks greasy and the other part nice and clean. It did, however, get some of the random spooge mark on my dash that came directly from Honda.
The Corporation = 9.5/10. In the very least, it makes you think about things. I didn't really need convincing that corporations only look at the bottom line, though. I think the corporation I work for does more good than harm, though. And they certainly care about employees. What the movie didn't tell me is this: If corporations are bigbadevil, then where do I get my stuff?
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
I'll admit I watched it (and liked it)
Do you have a list of movies you want to see? I do, but I've gone way overboard with mine. You see, I have my "to see" list on an Excel file. Stay with me; it gets worse. I have my list in alphabetical order. There are 165 total movies on this list right now. I color code the movies that are available to rent in purple. That would be 109 of the 165. Movies with ***** to the right are available to rent at the library. That is 31 of the 165 or 31 of the 109. The movies that are at the library are at the top of the list, followed by available to rent movies, and then movies that are either not out yet, are currently showing at the theaters, or are stuck in limbo (e.g., Undertaking Betty). I even put a number to the left indicating which month and day the movie is available to rent.
Last week when I was at work, I started updating my list. This means I going to VideoETA and updating when the movie will come to video. It was then I realized that this is way out of control and slightly on the psycho side. Actually, I've always known it was psycho, but the out of control part really got to me. I have ONE HUNDRED SIXTY FIVE movies to watch? How did it get to this point? Oh yeah, I remember. I started the list in 2001 and was crazy busy working 20-30 hours/week and going to school full-time. And now it's to the point that I watch like 3 movies per week but because of new movies coming out, my list is a revolving door. Watch a movie, delete it from list. Watch a trailer, add it to list. So, the total number of movies pretty much stays the same.
As I looked at the list, it occured to me that the "better" movies don't stay on there long because I either really want to see them or someone else will watch it with me. I figure that someone will see this list at some point on my computer. I really don't want to explain why there are some horrible movie choices on there. So, I've decided to get the more embarrasing movies off of the list so I don't have to put up with the snickers. Starting with...
From Justin to Kelly = 3.5/10. I'm not sure if I'm more humiliated by the fact that it was even on the list, that the guy at Blockbuster chuckled, or that I rated it that high.
Goal by December 31, 2005: Get the purple movies (available to rent) down to less than 15. I can do it!
Last week when I was at work, I started updating my list. This means I going to VideoETA and updating when the movie will come to video. It was then I realized that this is way out of control and slightly on the psycho side. Actually, I've always known it was psycho, but the out of control part really got to me. I have ONE HUNDRED SIXTY FIVE movies to watch? How did it get to this point? Oh yeah, I remember. I started the list in 2001 and was crazy busy working 20-30 hours/week and going to school full-time. And now it's to the point that I watch like 3 movies per week but because of new movies coming out, my list is a revolving door. Watch a movie, delete it from list. Watch a trailer, add it to list. So, the total number of movies pretty much stays the same.
As I looked at the list, it occured to me that the "better" movies don't stay on there long because I either really want to see them or someone else will watch it with me. I figure that someone will see this list at some point on my computer. I really don't want to explain why there are some horrible movie choices on there. So, I've decided to get the more embarrasing movies off of the list so I don't have to put up with the snickers. Starting with...
From Justin to Kelly = 3.5/10. I'm not sure if I'm more humiliated by the fact that it was even on the list, that the guy at Blockbuster chuckled, or that I rated it that high.
Goal by December 31, 2005: Get the purple movies (available to rent) down to less than 15. I can do it!
Monday, June 13, 2005
TP
So I was taking this survey yesterday and one of the questions they asked me was "Is toilet paper used in your household, or not?" Am I unaware of a group of adults in America that doesn't use toilet paper? Even with bidets (I've never used one, so I really have no clue what I'm talking about), it would seem there would be a need for drying.
Taking Lives = 5/10. I wanted to see this one because I like Angelina Jolie and I saw her at the premiere of this movie when Adam/Kavon went to LA in March 2004.
I was told by some old man that led praise & worpship at church yesterday that I had a "million-dollar smile." I have no idea what that is supposed to mean, but it did make me feel a little fuzzy inside. Fuzzy until I heard him tell someone else about 20 seconds later.
I had my first official lunch thing with D's family. Met his brother, brother's wife, and their three children. Who are just darn near the three cutest kids EVER. (They could never be as cute as Jenny and Andy, Becky/Madison and Macey, Kelly/and everyone else's kids I'm leaving out here) Until they cry or whine. Seeing them reaffirmed that I am SO not ready to have kids. The scary thing is that I can't really see myself having kids until I'm like 30-34ish, though. And then at that point there's that that whole "declining fertility" thing. Eh
Taking Lives = 5/10. I wanted to see this one because I like Angelina Jolie and I saw her at the premiere of this movie when Adam/Kavon went to LA in March 2004.
I was told by some old man that led praise & worpship at church yesterday that I had a "million-dollar smile." I have no idea what that is supposed to mean, but it did make me feel a little fuzzy inside. Fuzzy until I heard him tell someone else about 20 seconds later.
I had my first official lunch thing with D's family. Met his brother, brother's wife, and their three children. Who are just darn near the three cutest kids EVER. (They could never be as cute as Jenny and Andy, Becky/Madison and Macey, Kelly/and everyone else's kids I'm leaving out here) Until they cry or whine. Seeing them reaffirmed that I am SO not ready to have kids. The scary thing is that I can't really see myself having kids until I'm like 30-34ish, though. And then at that point there's that that whole "declining fertility" thing. Eh
Huh? I thought I was way nerdier than that! Then again, it does say "nerd wannabe." Maybe I just aspire to be a nerd, but can't get there.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Social Security
Maybe it's just an Oklahoma thing, but I've noticed something recently that just bugs the heck out of me. The word is pronounced so-shul, NOT so-sul. And it's not just one person that says this constantly, it's many people I know over the age of 40. But they only say so-sul when it's combined with security. So, they'll say So-sul Security, but NOT not mess up the pronounciation of Social Darwinism, socialite, or any other reference with the word social in it.
I also seem to find that people over the age of 65 say huh-why-yuh instead of huh-why-e. I know both are technically correct but why do only old people say yuh? Now, I'm not saying that I pronounce words correctly all of the time. In fact, there are certain words that I avoid saying because I'm not sure how to pronounce them (e.g., on the spot I can never remember if it's ventriloquist or venquilotrist. Luckily, this word very rarely, if ever, comes up in conversation.). And a lot of the time I say words incorrectly because it's just something I do. But for gosh sake, if I ever make a huge mistake like saying "pacifcally" in place of "specifically", or (my favorite) "suh-men-ster" for "semester", TELL ME!!! Please! You'll save me a lot of embarrassment down the road.
I was caught mispronouncing carbonara as car-bone-uh. But as I look at the Meriam-Webster Dictionary pronounciation, D. didn't say it right, either. Infinitely closer than my interpretation, though. The sad thing is that this is my favorite Lean Cuisine dish and no one at work has ever mentioned me leaving out a syllable when I say it. Or maybe they just don't know, either.
I also seem to find that people over the age of 65 say huh-why-yuh instead of huh-why-e. I know both are technically correct but why do only old people say yuh? Now, I'm not saying that I pronounce words correctly all of the time. In fact, there are certain words that I avoid saying because I'm not sure how to pronounce them (e.g., on the spot I can never remember if it's ventriloquist or venquilotrist. Luckily, this word very rarely, if ever, comes up in conversation.). And a lot of the time I say words incorrectly because it's just something I do. But for gosh sake, if I ever make a huge mistake like saying "pacifcally" in place of "specifically", or (my favorite) "suh-men-ster" for "semester", TELL ME!!! Please! You'll save me a lot of embarrassment down the road.
I was caught mispronouncing carbonara as car-bone-uh. But as I look at the Meriam-Webster Dictionary pronounciation, D. didn't say it right, either. Infinitely closer than my interpretation, though. The sad thing is that this is my favorite Lean Cuisine dish and no one at work has ever mentioned me leaving out a syllable when I say it. Or maybe they just don't know, either.
Saturday, June 11, 2005
I could be measuring your penis
From this Study: Love, Lust Don't Mix, Much article on Discovery Channel there is this paragraph:
Swingers = 6/10 (now I only have two more movies to return to BK)
Ray = 8/10
The researchers compared the MRI data with earlier studies on male penile girth responses to photographs of women, other studies on how the brains of men and women activate when individuals view people whom they find to be attractive or unattractive, and data on both human and animal couples that have been together for a long time.Did I sleep through my high school career counselor's speeches or something? I certainly don't remember that being a career option. And how do you explain that at a dinner party? "What do you do for a living?" "Why, I am an official penile girth measurer. I'm only there for the health insurance, though."
Swingers = 6/10 (now I only have two more movies to return to BK)
Ray = 8/10
Friday, June 10, 2005
tetee_555 says: But wait, there's more!
And when I signed on just now this is how he/she/it finally replied:
(2005-06-09 18:27:10) tetee_555: i goo to iraq
(2005-06-09 18:28:12) tetee_555: see you in heaven
I guess I'm not deep enough to understand this and the other message.
(2005-06-09 18:27:10) tetee_555: i goo to iraq
(2005-06-09 18:28:12) tetee_555: see you in heaven
I guess I'm not deep enough to understand this and the other message.
Mother, may I?
Lambrusco'z To Go = yummy goodness. It was the first wrap I've ever had. I shall not make fun of them again. Even so, guys still look really gay eating them.
Is anyone else slightly alarmed by this week's Urban Tulsa cover story title: "Where Does Country Music Come From?" Or did MLA change things without my approval again? Not that I profess to be any kind of English grammar expert or anything, but these people do this for a living.
News flash- at 16:20 yesterday I got the urge to tinkle. I needed to go before 4:30 because after that time I would be the left all alone in the office. Someone's gotta answer the phones. So, I head down the hall and I see Scott and Denise (it was just the three of us in here at that time) both on a phone call in Denise's office. I start thinking that it might not be a good idea to step out if they're both in there on a conference-like phone call. What if the phone rang? Who would answer it? So I stuck my head back in there, looked at them and said, "Can I go to the bathroom?" The look I got from Scott can only be described as one of a person who is thinking, "You do rememer that you're not in kinder anymore, right?"
But but but...I was just trying to be nice.
"Eye Candy" from down the hall came in here today (he's been in the office like 4 times in the 3 cumulative years I've been here) and asked me if it was going to rain. I dunno. So we looked at WeatherBug. He saw my Urban Tulsa opened to the restaurant section and asked if I was planning on going out tonight. Yup. Then 2 minutes later he told me what he was doing this weekend and asked if I had any plans. Yup. He left. Co-worker that was in the kitchen came in and said, "Well it's about time he made a move for you." Umm...I don't think that's what he was doing. But if that were the case, he'd about 5 years, 10 packages of floss, and too late. Besides, I don't want to know anything about eye candy. When I found out he was nothing more than a n idiot or a jerk (and come on, really cute guys are usually either one of the two), it would totally destroy the eye-candy concept.
Is anyone else slightly alarmed by this week's Urban Tulsa cover story title: "Where Does Country Music Come From?" Or did MLA change things without my approval again? Not that I profess to be any kind of English grammar expert or anything, but these people do this for a living.
News flash- at 16:20 yesterday I got the urge to tinkle. I needed to go before 4:30 because after that time I would be the left all alone in the office. Someone's gotta answer the phones. So, I head down the hall and I see Scott and Denise (it was just the three of us in here at that time) both on a phone call in Denise's office. I start thinking that it might not be a good idea to step out if they're both in there on a conference-like phone call. What if the phone rang? Who would answer it? So I stuck my head back in there, looked at them and said, "Can I go to the bathroom?" The look I got from Scott can only be described as one of a person who is thinking, "You do rememer that you're not in kinder anymore, right?"
But but but...I was just trying to be nice.
"Eye Candy" from down the hall came in here today (he's been in the office like 4 times in the 3 cumulative years I've been here) and asked me if it was going to rain. I dunno. So we looked at WeatherBug. He saw my Urban Tulsa opened to the restaurant section and asked if I was planning on going out tonight. Yup. Then 2 minutes later he told me what he was doing this weekend and asked if I had any plans. Yup. He left. Co-worker that was in the kitchen came in and said, "Well it's about time he made a move for you." Umm...I don't think that's what he was doing. But if that were the case, he'd about 5 years, 10 packages of floss, and too late. Besides, I don't want to know anything about eye candy. When I found out he was nothing more than a n idiot or a jerk (and come on, really cute guys are usually either one of the two), it would totally destroy the eye-candy concept.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Peter Pan
ET, maybe NOPT2PN means No Pot 2 Pee In?
The PAC donated about 30 tickets to my mentor program to see a production of Peter Pan. Even though I didn't want to see it, Cathy Rigby (whoever the heck that is) or not, I went because my mentee wanted to go. What a crappy crappy production! Forget the fact that I didn't want to be there and that a majority of the time I was being "harassed" by kiddos around me. It just wasn't that exciting, the songs sucked and sounded out of tune and premade, and the dialogue was inaudible (it wasn't just me, either) and/or lame. A+ for flying effects and the seemingly endless amount of pixie dust that just somehow made it to Peter Pan's hands without my knowledge. It was so bad that my mentee slept for Act II and III. She did get to see some bad ass flying, though! Not all was lost.
Seeing a production of this kind and with the children involved (ALL of them have at least one parent incarcerated) lends itself to interesting discussions and the realization that they are growing up in a totally different environment than mine. First of all, only one kid I surveyed had ever been to the PAC. A little girl in the row in front of us said, "So, you mean it's just like TV only they really do the stuff?" Oy!
The little girl sitting next to Brandi and me is five. She took her mentor's hairbrush and was doing five strokes to her mentor and then five strokes on me. I minded this not because I love having my hair brushed! It was incredibly adorable with her saying "1-2-3-4-5. OK, now your turn 1-2-3-4-5..." After about the 5th time she did this, her mentor said, "Don't worry, I don't have cooties or anything." I replied back in a sarcastic tone, "Oh yeah? Well, I do!" Can you guess what the mentor said next? "Really? Well, you can have my brush now." She was serious. I guess it's good this woman's mentee is five because I'm pretty sure any child over the age of 8 would totally be able to pull some fast ones on her.
The PAC donated about 30 tickets to my mentor program to see a production of Peter Pan. Even though I didn't want to see it, Cathy Rigby (whoever the heck that is) or not, I went because my mentee wanted to go. What a crappy crappy production! Forget the fact that I didn't want to be there and that a majority of the time I was being "harassed" by kiddos around me. It just wasn't that exciting, the songs sucked and sounded out of tune and premade, and the dialogue was inaudible (it wasn't just me, either) and/or lame. A+ for flying effects and the seemingly endless amount of pixie dust that just somehow made it to Peter Pan's hands without my knowledge. It was so bad that my mentee slept for Act II and III. She did get to see some bad ass flying, though! Not all was lost.
Seeing a production of this kind and with the children involved (ALL of them have at least one parent incarcerated) lends itself to interesting discussions and the realization that they are growing up in a totally different environment than mine. First of all, only one kid I surveyed had ever been to the PAC. A little girl in the row in front of us said, "So, you mean it's just like TV only they really do the stuff?" Oy!
The little girl sitting next to Brandi and me is five. She took her mentor's hairbrush and was doing five strokes to her mentor and then five strokes on me. I minded this not because I love having my hair brushed! It was incredibly adorable with her saying "1-2-3-4-5. OK, now your turn 1-2-3-4-5..." After about the 5th time she did this, her mentor said, "Don't worry, I don't have cooties or anything." I replied back in a sarcastic tone, "Oh yeah? Well, I do!" Can you guess what the mentor said next? "Really? Well, you can have my brush now." She was serious. I guess it's good this woman's mentee is five because I'm pretty sure any child over the age of 8 would totally be able to pull some fast ones on her.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
tetee_555
You know what? This conversation starter probably won't win me over, either. I think he's/she's tried to contact me via IM a few times before but I don't think I've ever responded. So, if I end up dead, look up this person.
6/8/2005:
(18:21:16) tetee_555: once ur dead thats it,the end
(18:21:41) reharden: o....k
(18:22:38) reharden: Any reason for saying that?
And that was IT! What's up with that???
6/8/2005:
(18:21:16) tetee_555: once ur dead thats it,the end
(18:21:41) reharden: o....k
(18:22:38) reharden: Any reason for saying that?
And that was IT! What's up with that???
Super Sonic Towel Head
I wrap a towel around my hair (the upside down, twist, flip model to be exact--it makes a difference in this case) when I get out of the shower. I leave it there for about 3 minutes and then take it out. Apparently I left it in there too long this morning and so I had to walk around all day with a funky hair lump near the top of my head. Very annoying!
Someone PLEASE help me out here. In my apartment complex there is a car license tag that says "MANDIRE." What does that mean? My Google searches leave me confused, so I figure there's an obscure joke I'm missing somewhere and one of you guys will know the answer.
I forgot to take my lunch to work today so I went to Sonic. Breakfast burrito combo. YUM! Has anyone else noticed that all of the Sonics have removed the ledge under the menu meant for trash? Does this annoy anyone else that tries to throw away their trash? Now instead of immediately disposing of my lard-laiden meal, I have four options:
a) Get out of car and find a trash can on the patio,
b) Leave in (new) car until I remember to take it to my apartment or fill up with gas,
c) Toss out the window somewhere,
d) take it with my to work and dump in trash outside of doorway
A is a sucky option. It involves more work. B means the trash might sit in my car for a while and make the new car smell go away. I just don't do option C unless it's a tiny piece of paper (e.g., straw wrapper), liquid, or gum. Thus, D seems the best option. The problem with this option is that I work in a glass building. I feel like everytime I get out of my car with my empty Sonic bag that there are at least 10 vegans staring out their windows at me and saying "Tsk tsk. That girl went to Sonic again! That's the 5th time this year!" Then I have to take the "walk of fast food shame" across the parking lot, up the quarter flight of stairs outisde and put it in the trash there. I'm pretty sure I stand nearly alone in my shame of eating fast food, but whatever. The odd thing is that I have no problem walking up with my Sonic drink cup. It's the empty bag that gets me every time.
Someone PLEASE help me out here. In my apartment complex there is a car license tag that says "MANDIRE." What does that mean? My Google searches leave me confused, so I figure there's an obscure joke I'm missing somewhere and one of you guys will know the answer.
I forgot to take my lunch to work today so I went to Sonic. Breakfast burrito combo. YUM! Has anyone else noticed that all of the Sonics have removed the ledge under the menu meant for trash? Does this annoy anyone else that tries to throw away their trash? Now instead of immediately disposing of my lard-laiden meal, I have four options:
a) Get out of car and find a trash can on the patio,
b) Leave in (new) car until I remember to take it to my apartment or fill up with gas,
c) Toss out the window somewhere,
d) take it with my to work and dump in trash outside of doorway
A is a sucky option. It involves more work. B means the trash might sit in my car for a while and make the new car smell go away. I just don't do option C unless it's a tiny piece of paper (e.g., straw wrapper), liquid, or gum. Thus, D seems the best option. The problem with this option is that I work in a glass building. I feel like everytime I get out of my car with my empty Sonic bag that there are at least 10 vegans staring out their windows at me and saying "Tsk tsk. That girl went to Sonic again! That's the 5th time this year!" Then I have to take the "walk of fast food shame" across the parking lot, up the quarter flight of stairs outisde and put it in the trash there. I'm pretty sure I stand nearly alone in my shame of eating fast food, but whatever. The odd thing is that I have no problem walking up with my Sonic drink cup. It's the empty bag that gets me every time.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Target
To the list of work responsibilities/"did I go to college to do this?" add "grocery shopper." I am grocery shopper about once a month. Not that I'm at all complaining, though. I enjoy getting out of the office and having some say over what kind of stuff we have in the office.
I went to Target. I like Target better than Wal-Mart for a few reasons. It seems cleaner and more organized. Another thing that I like about Target is that they print off gift receipts as needed. I say "as needed" because I don't get a gift receipt all of the time. It's just the times that I purchase something that seems wedding or baby gift registry appropriate. I'd like to think that Target has a system set up for the gift receipts that is logical. That is, it only prints off receipts when the item is over $xx, is a common registry item, or some other quality of which I am unaware. However, here was my grocery list for Target yesterday:
I went to Target. I like Target better than Wal-Mart for a few reasons. It seems cleaner and more organized. Another thing that I like about Target is that they print off gift receipts as needed. I say "as needed" because I don't get a gift receipt all of the time. It's just the times that I purchase something that seems wedding or baby gift registry appropriate. I'd like to think that Target has a system set up for the gift receipts that is logical. That is, it only prints off receipts when the item is over $xx, is a common registry item, or some other quality of which I am unaware. However, here was my grocery list for Target yesterday:
- Brawny Paper Towels (I guess me watching all of those Brawny Man Innocent Escapes paid off for Georgia-Pacific!)
- Target brand acetaminophen
- Reese's Mini Peanut Butter Cups (YUM!)
- Dish Brush
- Lipton tea
- Plastic cups
- Lipton Decaffinated Tea
- Bigelow (or as I like to call it-Gigolo) Vanilla Caramel tea
- Coffeemate Hazelnut & French Vanilla creamer
- Straws
- Starbucks coffee (assorted variety)
- Millstone Hazelnut coffee
- Sweet 'N Low
Doormat
Note to future self:
Rachel, it is perfectly alright to spend $30 on a thicker doormat that won't blow away every 5 seconds when the wind picks up in the spring or during a storm.
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It's a sad day. I'm being abandoned by my family and my boyfriend. My family (brothers, mom, and dad) left on their yearly tour of Backwoods America today. They don't plan on being back until July 18th or so, just in time for my cousin Shannon's wedding in South Carolina. I'm not planning on wasting vacation time to go to South Carolina where I'm sure my relatives will look at me and ask how the younger cousin is getting married before me. And really, how does one respond to that one? In this case I think I would say, "Because I didn't drop out of high school, didn't take the first man's proposal, and don't have to completely rely on a man for money." But since I probably won't be going, it matters not.
And as if the family unit being gone isn't enough (we've very close), D. is gone Monday thru Friday for the next few months as well. Some crap about master's degree blah blah at OU blah blah higher education blah blah career advancement blah blah blah. Why can't I just get my stuff together and figure out what I want to go back to school for? Oh yeah, because I got my degree in something I don't want to pursue further. One of these days, though...
Geoff, Joshua, D., and I went to see Star Whores yesterday. 6/10 for me. I don't really dig sci-fi movies too much and some parts were just so laughable. Like when Padmé says "hold me" in this very damsel in distress way during one part. It was just so corny I laughed out loud. I doubt that the people in front, beside, or behind me appreciated it. Maybe that's why I got kicked a few times. My bad. Then on the way back to my place, I asked someone to remind me who Qui-Gon Jim was. Brothers and D. totally let me sit there for a few moments and didn't correct me on it being Qui-Gon Jinn. I need to be corrected, though! There's nothing more embarrassing than saying a word incorrectly for a long time. Ok, maybe a few things are more embarrassing, but work with me here.
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This stuff actually happened last weekend, but apparently my drafted posts got lost between the tail at the zoo and the paradigm shift that occured when I learned humanism was bad:
Wicker Park = 3.0/10. It was just boring and a little confusing. D. and I were really bored the whole time. Even the requisite sex scenes were lame-o.
Tin Star was pretty good, though. Different, but good. I think that they chose the name Tin Star becuase "tin" (aluminum foil) can be used in their dishes and instead of it looking cheap, it just looks clever. D and I both got meals that included fries and the fries came partitioned in "tin." There's a salsa bar. Red salsa, good--green salsa, that nasty sweet kind. Chips, great. Negative points for having grinder salt, though. And I got a "burger" that came wrapped up in a flour tortilla. It was different. I'll be back at least once in the next 5 years.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Gay Day at the Zoo
I'm not the biggest fan of zoos. But when the protégé (I like that word better than mentee-thanks, Aunt Donna) said she wanted to go to the zoo, it's not like I could say no. It's hard to get her to talk at all. And it just so happened that it was Gay Day at the Zoo as part of the Tulsa Pride festivities. In the very least, I thought I might get to see some hot lesbian make out session. It would make up for not wanting to be at the zoo. But apparently they aren't quite as liberal in that regard as I would have wanted. So, I really have nothing interesting to report from Gay Day at the Zoo. Boo. I did, however, see this bus as we walked inside. I have zero idea what it means, but I thought it was funny:
And I did manage to see someone wearing a very interesting end piece:
And I did manage to see someone wearing a very interesting end piece:
Regardless of if this woman was a lesbian or not, that tail is just queer. Before we went to the zoo, my plans were to take Brandi to a quasi-sit down restaurant. Back in October I was guilted into buying one of those Entertainment books from a friend. I figured that I could just use one of my little coupons to go to a random place near north Tulsa. I let her choose between five different restaurants. The one she chose, Hollywood Diner, was closed down and is now some BBQ place. So, we ended up going to Arby's instead. Where the cashier "long-changed" me and I ended up paying $3 for $8 worth of food. I didn't realize this until I got to the zoo, though. Fast food places can afford it.
Then D came over and we went to Weber's (the one on Lewis) and finished watching the rest of Coffee and Cigarettes.
Weber's = Y-U-M!
Coffee and Cigarettes = 2.75/10. It was an awful movie.
Then D came over and we went to Weber's (the one on Lewis) and finished watching the rest of Coffee and Cigarettes.
Weber's = Y-U-M!
Coffee and Cigarettes = 2.75/10. It was an awful movie.
Friday, June 03, 2005
etardntulsa is so dreamy
Last night, I went to my parents' house to steal their vacuum cleaner (which I forgot...for the 2nd time) and directly after went by BK's to pick up my mascara that I left in his car from last week's redneck wedding. I was there for about 10 minutes. While I was pulling up in my apartment complex after I left BK's and while on the phone with D., I got another call on my cell. The number calling my cell was the landline in my apartment. This confused and concerned me greatly. My dad and brothers had gone into my apartment to get something from me and they called me to ask where I was. I had no clue they were going to be coming over, especially since I just saw them within the hour. I'm so glad I didn't leave anything too embarrasing on the floor.
This conversation that took place when I was at work yesterday really speaks for itself. Note: number of conversations I've had with this person before yesterday = zero. Black text was added by me for clarification
etardntulsa (2:34:31 PM): hiiiiii just looking at your public calendar .........................next tuesday looks open maybe we could do something?
me (2:35:59 PM): I'll probably be doing something with my boyfriend
etardntulsa (2:36:20 PM): well damn
etardntulsa (2:36:35 PM): it says single and looking on your profile
me (2:36:50 PM): haven't changed it...sorry
etardntulsa (2:37:13 PM):
me (2:37:39 PM): umm...might I remind you that YOUR profile says Long-term relationship
me (2:38:47 PM): Hey....what's n2o [on your Yahoo profile stand for]???
etardntulsa (2:38:48 PM): yeah i forgot to change mine
etardntulsa (2:38:55 PM): something nasty that was in my past
etardntulsa (2:39:05 PM): nitrous oxide
me (2:39:07 PM): your past? [but your] Profile [was just] updated 5/22/05
me (2:39:10 PM): two weeks ago?
etardntulsa (2:39:15 PM): yeah i need to update it again
etardntulsa (2:39:27 PM): which i'll go do now
etardntulsa (2:39:36 PM): i used to be on alot of drugs
etardntulsa (2:39:39 PM): back in december
etardntulsa (2:39:44 PM): in rehab though now
me (2:40:21 PM): were you forced to go to rehab?
etardntulsa (2:40:40 PM): well yeah
etardntulsa (2:40:41 PM): but
etardntulsa (2:40:46 PM): i'm glad i was forced
etardntulsa (2:40:50 PM): either way
etardntulsa (2:40:53 PM): i got there
etardntulsa (2:41:02 PM): something i needed
me (2:41:05 PM): mind if I ask what happened?
me (2:41:12 PM): as in, why were you forced to go? caught?
etardntulsa (2:41:25 PM): i wasn't caught with drugs
etardntulsa (2:41:32 PM): but i was pretty high when i did my crime
me (2:41:49 PM): yikes
etardntulsa (2:41:51 PM): i had been up about 4 days on xanax adderrall and shooting dope
me (2:41:58 PM): have you looked really hard at my profile?
etardntulsa (2:42:13 PM): took one of my dads checks tried to go to atwoods and cash it for around 5 thousand dollars wroth of go carts and stuff
etardntulsa (2:42:43 PM): is there somethign i missed>?
me (2:42:46 PM): yeah...I have a blog
me (2:43:16 PM): I mean, what would have made you think I would have wanted to go out with you? The single and looking part?
etardntulsa (2:43:45 PM): well now its telling me your profile isnt available
etardntulsa (2:43:48 PM): ok
me (2:43:52 PM): it should be
etardntulsa (2:43:56 PM): i dont konw
etardntulsa (2:43:58 PM): i guess
etardntulsa (2:44:00 PM): i thought wrong
etardntulsa (2:44:04 PM): sorry to bother you
me (2:44:12 PM): it's alright
me (2:44:32 PM): Have fun on my blog tomorrow, k
etardntulsa (2:44:41 PM): blog?
me (2:44:47 PM): uh-huh
etardntulsa (2:44:59 PM): where do i go to read it
me (2:45:17 PM): profiles.yahoo.com/reharden
Break me off a piece of that, huh? Let me just go break up with D. first and then I'm all set! Here's what I still don't understand. When I ask anyone that does this shot in the dark dating thing if they looked at my profile really hard I'm really asking if they noticed I had a blog. It would take 2 more seconds before they IM me, right? I then tell the person that I have one and that they'll be on it. I consider this to be an opening for the guy to ask me to not blog them. Not that I want them to beg, but if an apology came up and I was asked not to post it, 80% of the time I wouldn't. The other 20% of the time I'd just X out the name so they don't get random email or something. But nope. Thus far no one has caught on to the fact that they will put in blog history. Too much N2O, I suppose.
This conversation that took place when I was at work yesterday really speaks for itself. Note: number of conversations I've had with this person before yesterday = zero. Black text was added by me for clarification
etardntulsa (2:34:31 PM): hiiiiii just looking at your public calendar .........................next tuesday looks open maybe we could do something?
me (2:35:59 PM): I'll probably be doing something with my boyfriend
etardntulsa (2:36:20 PM): well damn
etardntulsa (2:36:35 PM): it says single and looking on your profile
me (2:36:50 PM): haven't changed it...sorry
etardntulsa (2:37:13 PM):
me (2:37:39 PM): umm...might I remind you that YOUR profile says Long-term relationship
me (2:38:47 PM): Hey....what's n2o [on your Yahoo profile stand for]???
etardntulsa (2:38:48 PM): yeah i forgot to change mine
etardntulsa (2:38:55 PM): something nasty that was in my past
etardntulsa (2:39:05 PM): nitrous oxide
me (2:39:07 PM): your past? [but your] Profile [was just] updated 5/22/05
me (2:39:10 PM): two weeks ago?
etardntulsa (2:39:15 PM): yeah i need to update it again
etardntulsa (2:39:27 PM): which i'll go do now
etardntulsa (2:39:36 PM): i used to be on alot of drugs
etardntulsa (2:39:39 PM): back in december
etardntulsa (2:39:44 PM): in rehab though now
me (2:40:21 PM): were you forced to go to rehab?
etardntulsa (2:40:40 PM): well yeah
etardntulsa (2:40:41 PM): but
etardntulsa (2:40:46 PM): i'm glad i was forced
etardntulsa (2:40:50 PM): either way
etardntulsa (2:40:53 PM): i got there
etardntulsa (2:41:02 PM): something i needed
me (2:41:05 PM): mind if I ask what happened?
me (2:41:12 PM): as in, why were you forced to go? caught?
etardntulsa (2:41:25 PM): i wasn't caught with drugs
etardntulsa (2:41:32 PM): but i was pretty high when i did my crime
me (2:41:49 PM): yikes
etardntulsa (2:41:51 PM): i had been up about 4 days on xanax adderrall and shooting dope
me (2:41:58 PM): have you looked really hard at my profile?
etardntulsa (2:42:13 PM): took one of my dads checks tried to go to atwoods and cash it for around 5 thousand dollars wroth of go carts and stuff
etardntulsa (2:42:43 PM): is there somethign i missed>?
me (2:42:46 PM): yeah...I have a blog
me (2:43:16 PM): I mean, what would have made you think I would have wanted to go out with you? The single and looking part?
etardntulsa (2:43:45 PM): well now its telling me your profile isnt available
etardntulsa (2:43:48 PM): ok
me (2:43:52 PM): it should be
etardntulsa (2:43:56 PM): i dont konw
etardntulsa (2:43:58 PM): i guess
etardntulsa (2:44:00 PM): i thought wrong
etardntulsa (2:44:04 PM): sorry to bother you
me (2:44:12 PM): it's alright
me (2:44:32 PM): Have fun on my blog tomorrow, k
etardntulsa (2:44:41 PM): blog?
me (2:44:47 PM): uh-huh
etardntulsa (2:44:59 PM): where do i go to read it
me (2:45:17 PM): profiles.yahoo.com/reharden
Break me off a piece of that, huh? Let me just go break up with D. first and then I'm all set! Here's what I still don't understand. When I ask anyone that does this shot in the dark dating thing if they looked at my profile really hard I'm really asking if they noticed I had a blog. It would take 2 more seconds before they IM me, right? I then tell the person that I have one and that they'll be on it. I consider this to be an opening for the guy to ask me to not blog them. Not that I want them to beg, but if an apology came up and I was asked not to post it, 80% of the time I wouldn't. The other 20% of the time I'd just X out the name so they don't get random email or something. But nope. Thus far no one has caught on to the fact that they will put in blog history. Too much N2O, I suppose.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Bangers on the birthday
What an emotional day yesterday. Just one good thing after another.
I guess first things first. Congrats to my friend A. and her husband J., who are expecting their first baby in January. Everyone's "jazzed" as she says. And here I was telling her (and another friend that's in the process of trying to make a baby) not to freak out if it didn't happen in the exact month they wanted because your chances are something like 25% for each month. So she goes and proves me wrong and gets pregnant days after she goes off of birth control. That shows me! I seriously doubt things will be that easy for me if/when the times comes.
My mommy turned 50 on Friday, but she had to go to a funeral in Arkansas. Rather, she tried to go to a funeral but apparently to have a memorial service the mortician people want their money. Anyway...I had a surprise party for her yesterday and it went quite perfectly! We went to Paddy's first for a really late Mother's Day dinner. I had bangers & mash, partly because Maggie blogged about them. Ok, that was only about 20% of the reason. The other 80%? If you know anything about me you'd realize that there's not a chance I could miss out on eating phallic shaped sausage called "bangers." I loved the bangers but not the mash so much. I left my sunglasses on the table and realized it right as I stepped out of the door, but I was trying to get her to my place quickly so I figured I would go back and get them later on. I told Mommy that she had to come by my apartment and pick up some stuff for my brothers. She walked in the door and it was the whole "surprise" bit. Geoff took wonderful pictures of her coming in with a priceless look on her face. Ask for pic if interested. Merritt's makes a great cake, too. I had everone there tell either a funny story about Mom or one of the first memories of her. Thus, I got to hear of the very first time my dad saw my mom. Freaky voodoo stuff!
After the party, D. came over. We ran back to Patty's where she waitress told me she didn't find a pair of sunglasses. Liar! But what can ya do? This is why I only buy cheap sunglasses. Well, that and the fact that I can't fathom spending more than $50 on a pair. I would end up sitting on them and breaking them anyway. I also went back to Walgreens to return an unused package of black streamers. I'm 90% sure D. thought I was insane for driving 2 miles to get back $1.62 back on my credit card and I'm 100% sure the customer service manager was pissed, but whatever.
I guess first things first. Congrats to my friend A. and her husband J., who are expecting their first baby in January. Everyone's "jazzed" as she says. And here I was telling her (and another friend that's in the process of trying to make a baby) not to freak out if it didn't happen in the exact month they wanted because your chances are something like 25% for each month. So she goes and proves me wrong and gets pregnant days after she goes off of birth control. That shows me! I seriously doubt things will be that easy for me if/when the times comes.
My mommy turned 50 on Friday, but she had to go to a funeral in Arkansas. Rather, she tried to go to a funeral but apparently to have a memorial service the mortician people want their money. Anyway...I had a surprise party for her yesterday and it went quite perfectly! We went to Paddy's first for a really late Mother's Day dinner. I had bangers & mash, partly because Maggie blogged about them. Ok, that was only about 20% of the reason. The other 80%? If you know anything about me you'd realize that there's not a chance I could miss out on eating phallic shaped sausage called "bangers." I loved the bangers but not the mash so much. I left my sunglasses on the table and realized it right as I stepped out of the door, but I was trying to get her to my place quickly so I figured I would go back and get them later on. I told Mommy that she had to come by my apartment and pick up some stuff for my brothers. She walked in the door and it was the whole "surprise" bit. Geoff took wonderful pictures of her coming in with a priceless look on her face. Ask for pic if interested. Merritt's makes a great cake, too. I had everone there tell either a funny story about Mom or one of the first memories of her. Thus, I got to hear of the very first time my dad saw my mom. Freaky voodoo stuff!
After the party, D. came over. We ran back to Patty's where she waitress told me she didn't find a pair of sunglasses. Liar! But what can ya do? This is why I only buy cheap sunglasses. Well, that and the fact that I can't fathom spending more than $50 on a pair. I would end up sitting on them and breaking them anyway. I also went back to Walgreens to return an unused package of black streamers. I'm 90% sure D. thought I was insane for driving 2 miles to get back $1.62 back on my credit card and I'm 100% sure the customer service manager was pissed, but whatever.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Psycho cell phone
Things people have said to me on the phone this morning at work:
"Do you know where I take the cell phone to get replaced? I ran over it this morning with a lawn mower." (No, but that's pretty funny.)
"He's on the phone with his wife? Well, I guess that [the wife] takes presidents over me." (Why yes, yes she does. But you speak no worse than Dubya, so worry not.)
I went to sleep with my cell phone right next to my head like I always do. The battery was ½ charged. That is, it was showing 2 bars our of 4. When I woke up in the morning, it was showing all four bars.
Is it possible that I emit battery-charging electron thingies as I sleep? Or maybe Shelby does? Or maybe the phone is just very unreliable?
"Do you know where I take the cell phone to get replaced? I ran over it this morning with a lawn mower." (No, but that's pretty funny.)
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"He's on the phone with his wife? Well, I guess that [the wife] takes presidents over me." (Why yes, yes she does. But you speak no worse than Dubya, so worry not.)
I went to sleep with my cell phone right next to my head like I always do. The battery was ½ charged. That is, it was showing 2 bars our of 4. When I woke up in the morning, it was showing all four bars.
Is it possible that I emit battery-charging electron thingies as I sleep? Or maybe Shelby does? Or maybe the phone is just very unreliable?
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