Monday Musings has been posponed.
I'm currently riding a bag of mixed emotions with
- Grandma Shirley news
- Contesting the speeding ticket tomorrow morning (still angry and a touch nervous)
- A test for half my grade in a class this thursday
- And my favorite fundraiser event of the year which I created a few years back to help remember a former colleague and has been pretty successful.
But I won't leave you empty handed. Enjoy:
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/videos/regurgitater.html
Monday, February 27, 2006
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
I learned a new word today, courtesy of the Washington Post: idolspize.
To “idolspize” means to admire, yet secretly despise, a person. The people we idolspize often have the same major or occupation, belong to our social circle, and lead lives as mundane as our own. Yet, because of their beauty, talent, or luck, we can’t control the green-eyed monster inside us when they’re around.
Why? Because the person you idolspize is just like you, but better.
Meet Michelle. Michelle and I are both 25 and graduated from UNL in 2002. I have a degree in journalism; she has bachelor’s degrees in English and political science. After college, I spent three years working my tail off to understand Nebraska laws and politics. She was brilliant enough to land a job in Washington, D.C., with a congressman who is a legit contender for president in 2008. After working for him, she earned a master’s degree in comparative politics from Canada’s most prestigious liberal arts school. She graduated with honors both times.
People with journalism degrees think English majors are second-rate writers. When Michelle asked to meet with me to discuss a project I was working on, I was feeling smug until I listened to her ideas. Then I was embarrassed I hadn’t thought of them myself.
Although she’s young, Michelle commands respect. She’s confident enough to tell a difficult professor, “No, we’re going to do it my way,” and they listen. I’m tall, but she’s 6’0” barefoot, and still wears 3-inch heels. She finds funky ways to wear normal clothing and manages to look like a fashion icon; I’d pay good money for a fashion coach. Her favorite book is Pride and Prejudice; I’ve started it five times and have never read beyond Chapter 3.
Could I realize my potential (i.e. be more like her) if I worked harder, got a master’s degree and read the classics instead of The Nanny Diaries?
The idolspize concept makes sense to me. I don’t know anyone who is truly jealous of a celebrity. But I every woman I know is jealous of someone in her class, her volunteer group, her church, or even one of her friends. How do we handle spending time with someone whose fabulousness reminds us of our shortcomings?
I think the answer lies somewhere between self-improvement and self-acceptance. In my case, I need to become more confident and assertive, especially at work. I need to accept that I will never have slim thighs or be the person in the room to whom everyone gravitates.
What do you think? Who do you idolspize?
Read the original article at http://www.washingtonpost.com/wpdyn/content/article/2006/02/21/AR2006022101862.html
To “idolspize” means to admire, yet secretly despise, a person. The people we idolspize often have the same major or occupation, belong to our social circle, and lead lives as mundane as our own. Yet, because of their beauty, talent, or luck, we can’t control the green-eyed monster inside us when they’re around.
Why? Because the person you idolspize is just like you, but better.
Meet Michelle. Michelle and I are both 25 and graduated from UNL in 2002. I have a degree in journalism; she has bachelor’s degrees in English and political science. After college, I spent three years working my tail off to understand Nebraska laws and politics. She was brilliant enough to land a job in Washington, D.C., with a congressman who is a legit contender for president in 2008. After working for him, she earned a master’s degree in comparative politics from Canada’s most prestigious liberal arts school. She graduated with honors both times.
People with journalism degrees think English majors are second-rate writers. When Michelle asked to meet with me to discuss a project I was working on, I was feeling smug until I listened to her ideas. Then I was embarrassed I hadn’t thought of them myself.
Although she’s young, Michelle commands respect. She’s confident enough to tell a difficult professor, “No, we’re going to do it my way,” and they listen. I’m tall, but she’s 6’0” barefoot, and still wears 3-inch heels. She finds funky ways to wear normal clothing and manages to look like a fashion icon; I’d pay good money for a fashion coach. Her favorite book is Pride and Prejudice; I’ve started it five times and have never read beyond Chapter 3.
Could I realize my potential (i.e. be more like her) if I worked harder, got a master’s degree and read the classics instead of The Nanny Diaries?
The idolspize concept makes sense to me. I don’t know anyone who is truly jealous of a celebrity. But I every woman I know is jealous of someone in her class, her volunteer group, her church, or even one of her friends. How do we handle spending time with someone whose fabulousness reminds us of our shortcomings?
I think the answer lies somewhere between self-improvement and self-acceptance. In my case, I need to become more confident and assertive, especially at work. I need to accept that I will never have slim thighs or be the person in the room to whom everyone gravitates.
What do you think? Who do you idolspize?
Read the original article at http://www.washingtonpost.com/wpdyn/content/article/2006/02/21/AR2006022101862.html
OK,
I'll concede a little bit.
Coldplay had some fantastic moments. Giant yellow balloons falling from the ceiling during "Yellow. " Made it seem like a giant party.
The last minute of "Fix you" was nearly musical perfection and the only time all four of the band members were on the big screen, singing the hell out of the last chorus. I'd put that up there with one of the top mucial moments I have seen live, even if it only did last a minute.
And the song right before that -- no idea what the title was, was pretty cool. Its not every day that a performer jumps off the stage, runs to the back of the arena and jumps into the crowd while singing the last verse.
Very cool.
What was NOT very cool were the girls behind us that were so drunk that they spilled more beer on us than they were drinking. Maybe I'm a miser, or I respect the music too much. But I can't see why someone would do this.
Sure I would have a beer if the opportunity presented itself. But I'm not going to drop $5 a beer for more than one beer. And I sure as hell am not going to miss 3 or 4 songs while I stand in line to get another or wait to pee.
And I sure as hell am not going to get so hammered that I don't remember the show that I paid $75 a ticket to go see.
Stupid people.
I'll concede a little bit.
Coldplay had some fantastic moments. Giant yellow balloons falling from the ceiling during "Yellow. " Made it seem like a giant party.
The last minute of "Fix you" was nearly musical perfection and the only time all four of the band members were on the big screen, singing the hell out of the last chorus. I'd put that up there with one of the top mucial moments I have seen live, even if it only did last a minute.
And the song right before that -- no idea what the title was, was pretty cool. Its not every day that a performer jumps off the stage, runs to the back of the arena and jumps into the crowd while singing the last verse.
Very cool.
What was NOT very cool were the girls behind us that were so drunk that they spilled more beer on us than they were drinking. Maybe I'm a miser, or I respect the music too much. But I can't see why someone would do this.
Sure I would have a beer if the opportunity presented itself. But I'm not going to drop $5 a beer for more than one beer. And I sure as hell am not going to miss 3 or 4 songs while I stand in line to get another or wait to pee.
And I sure as hell am not going to get so hammered that I don't remember the show that I paid $75 a ticket to go see.
Stupid people.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Monday musings:
My Russian accent has been quite popular today.
NO market news. Damn Presidents and their special day. I mean, isn't it enough that they get their 6-figure salary fo rlife. Nope, they get their own holiday too. Even the crappy ones. I tell you, it will be a cold day in hell when I celebrate the presidency of Arthur or Taft.
So I am going to see Coldplay tonight. Bring on the mellow-ness. I am actually looking forward to the show somewhat, but I hope they pick up the tempo bit live.
So I found out on Saturday that the gas I pass in my sleep is powerful enough to awaken a sleeping wife. Lindzo would be so proud -- and now you have something to shoot for.
I am gettign sick. Oh well, at least it is in between work and school projects. Though I am convinced that with technological advances, I coudl work three days a week from home and actually be more productive in the process because I could focus on stuff. And then, teh other two days, I woudl go in and put out fires and have meetings. I wonder if the boss will go for that. Tuesday's dress code = pajamas.
Peace out, playaz.
My Russian accent has been quite popular today.
NO market news. Damn Presidents and their special day. I mean, isn't it enough that they get their 6-figure salary fo rlife. Nope, they get their own holiday too. Even the crappy ones. I tell you, it will be a cold day in hell when I celebrate the presidency of Arthur or Taft.
So I am going to see Coldplay tonight. Bring on the mellow-ness. I am actually looking forward to the show somewhat, but I hope they pick up the tempo bit live.
So I found out on Saturday that the gas I pass in my sleep is powerful enough to awaken a sleeping wife. Lindzo would be so proud -- and now you have something to shoot for.
I am gettign sick. Oh well, at least it is in between work and school projects. Though I am convinced that with technological advances, I coudl work three days a week from home and actually be more productive in the process because I could focus on stuff. And then, teh other two days, I woudl go in and put out fires and have meetings. I wonder if the boss will go for that. Tuesday's dress code = pajamas.
Peace out, playaz.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Quotes of the Day
Today Hayley wore a pair of brown sweatpants and a kelly green sweatshirt. I had already given her a hard time about her outfit because her pants said "Nebraska" and her shirt said "Minnesota." So, Hayley was doubly wounded when mom blurted out, "You look like a ... tree!" Lindsey and I giggled, and Schnookums looked crestfallen, so Mom tried to smooth things over by saying, "That's okay, honey. It's found in nature." Then I said, "And we all know that things found in nature make fabulous fashion!" (By the way, she really did look cute.)
Andy and I often lament that our kids are screwed because both of us have had glasses, braces, ugliness, awkwardness, and lack of athletic talent. So, when Andy discovered this evening that we both have foot problems occasionally, he said (rather angrily, I might add), "Our kids are going to be shitting themselves when they're 20."
Now for a late addition:
"Chuck her into the audience for bigger applause!" said Andy, in an Indian accent, while watching ice dancing with me.
Today Hayley wore a pair of brown sweatpants and a kelly green sweatshirt. I had already given her a hard time about her outfit because her pants said "Nebraska" and her shirt said "Minnesota." So, Hayley was doubly wounded when mom blurted out, "You look like a ... tree!" Lindsey and I giggled, and Schnookums looked crestfallen, so Mom tried to smooth things over by saying, "That's okay, honey. It's found in nature." Then I said, "And we all know that things found in nature make fabulous fashion!" (By the way, she really did look cute.)
Andy and I often lament that our kids are screwed because both of us have had glasses, braces, ugliness, awkwardness, and lack of athletic talent. So, when Andy discovered this evening that we both have foot problems occasionally, he said (rather angrily, I might add), "Our kids are going to be shitting themselves when they're 20."
Now for a late addition:
"Chuck her into the audience for bigger applause!" said Andy, in an Indian accent, while watching ice dancing with me.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
As you all, and the rest of the world know, yesterday was a lame ‘Hallmark-Induced’ holiday. Yes, that’s right it was Valentine’s Day. Now don’t worry I’m not going to get cynical about how love sucks and those in love should have all of the chocolate hearts and flowers thrown at them. I can’t do this because love really is a beautiful thing. And ironic enough I actually had a boyfriend this year. Don’t get mad if you didn’t know about this boyfriend because you will find out shortly that it worked out just about as well as Michael Jackson’s plastic surgery.
I began dating Andy a couple weeks ago after knowing him, or so I thought, since the beginning of this year. He’s a freshman and lives in my dorm. (Note to self: convenience and younger men don’t mix well!) I liked that he was really into baseball and that he appreciated my uniqueness.
Right after we were officially together I began to feel the pressures of this semester. My classes are tough and all of my clubs are in full swing. Matters weren’t helped when grandma landed in the hospital of course too. So perhaps when I told him “Yes I’ll date you exclusive” I was a bit unbalanced (Ashley and Lindsey should like that part) due to stress and the fact that a halfway normal guy was paying attention to more than my looks. In short, I didn’t have much time left to spend with Andy after classes, meetings, and daily visits to see grandma. Apparently that didn’t fly so well with him.
A couple nights ago I missed some of his phone calls and hadn’t been around when he came by to visit. When I finally called him back I asked if he wanted to hang out after I studied for my quiz. He responded by saying, “Maybe. We’ll see if I have time.” (Oh no he didn’t!) So just as coldly as he said that to me I said, “Find. Then I’m going to study.” When he came by later he acted like he wasn’t being an inconsiderate jerk earlier. So I told him, “Well, I know you’re pissed at me for not spending time with you but my grandma’s in the hospital, I’m trying to pass classes to get into nursing school, plan my future, and not go insane, so if you can understand that it would be great.” Okay, so maybe I was a little nicer about it, but that comment is fairly accurate. He then Facebooked me later that night and said that he totally understands and how he needs to be more considerate. So then I thought okay maybe he is more mature than I thought. WRONG! Since then he’s given me three roses (on Monday, no not Valentine’s day) another hate/mad message and no phone call on Valentine’s day. Sorry but this guy is outta here! How’s that for a little baseball terminology? Yeah, I hope he likes that.
It was good for me to give it a try in a relationship, but I think that 20 years of single life (which is something that I do NOT regret) and 20 years of watching my friends in good, but mostly bad relationships, helped me out. I know that Andy can’t handle being supportive so I’ll take my wisdom and dump the schmuck because I refuse to date someone I don’t like!
P.S. The guy that ran me into a tree is dating a girl that snuck into the picture in a very sly, sneaky way that only certain people can pull off. Oh, but I’m not bitter.
I began dating Andy a couple weeks ago after knowing him, or so I thought, since the beginning of this year. He’s a freshman and lives in my dorm. (Note to self: convenience and younger men don’t mix well!) I liked that he was really into baseball and that he appreciated my uniqueness.
Right after we were officially together I began to feel the pressures of this semester. My classes are tough and all of my clubs are in full swing. Matters weren’t helped when grandma landed in the hospital of course too. So perhaps when I told him “Yes I’ll date you exclusive” I was a bit unbalanced (Ashley and Lindsey should like that part) due to stress and the fact that a halfway normal guy was paying attention to more than my looks. In short, I didn’t have much time left to spend with Andy after classes, meetings, and daily visits to see grandma. Apparently that didn’t fly so well with him.
A couple nights ago I missed some of his phone calls and hadn’t been around when he came by to visit. When I finally called him back I asked if he wanted to hang out after I studied for my quiz. He responded by saying, “Maybe. We’ll see if I have time.” (Oh no he didn’t!) So just as coldly as he said that to me I said, “Find. Then I’m going to study.” When he came by later he acted like he wasn’t being an inconsiderate jerk earlier. So I told him, “Well, I know you’re pissed at me for not spending time with you but my grandma’s in the hospital, I’m trying to pass classes to get into nursing school, plan my future, and not go insane, so if you can understand that it would be great.” Okay, so maybe I was a little nicer about it, but that comment is fairly accurate. He then Facebooked me later that night and said that he totally understands and how he needs to be more considerate. So then I thought okay maybe he is more mature than I thought. WRONG! Since then he’s given me three roses (on Monday, no not Valentine’s day) another hate/mad message and no phone call on Valentine’s day. Sorry but this guy is outta here! How’s that for a little baseball terminology? Yeah, I hope he likes that.
It was good for me to give it a try in a relationship, but I think that 20 years of single life (which is something that I do NOT regret) and 20 years of watching my friends in good, but mostly bad relationships, helped me out. I know that Andy can’t handle being supportive so I’ll take my wisdom and dump the schmuck because I refuse to date someone I don’t like!
P.S. The guy that ran me into a tree is dating a girl that snuck into the picture in a very sly, sneaky way that only certain people can pull off. Oh, but I’m not bitter.
I have to get this off my chest so I can go on with my day.
I've read a lot about Steve Jobs, the founder of Apple computers. I admire him, and I prefer his business plan over the Bill Gates model. Every day I'm surrounded by computer snobs who worship the Mac, and their reasons seem valid. I want to love my pretty Mac computer ... but I don't. I want to throw it out the window. Here's why:
1) Many Web pages get messed up on Mac-supported web browsers. You should see how jacked up this blog looks on Andy's work computer.
2) Microsoft Office, which 99.9999% of Americans use, sucks rocks on a Mac. That's how I got into the mess I'm in now.
3) They really aren't that intuitive or user friendly. I love my ipod, but setting up itunes was a bitch at first. It caused the only real screaming match that Andy and I have had.
4) If Apple itself doesn't make the program, it probably will be filled with bugs and glitches and won't work properly.
5) I'm tired graphic designers claiming that desktop publishing programs work best on Macs. That is a load of crap. They work fine on both.
6) What's up with Mac keyboards having an Apple key and a control key? Instead of pressing control+C to copy something, you press Apple+C. You use the Apple key for almost every major command, so why bother having a control key?
7) Either I'm getting old and blind, or the default screen font size is unreasonably tiny. Changing the setting by just one notch makes it GIANT. I can't win.
The one good thing about Macs is that you don't have to worry about viruses. That's because the evil genius virus makers know that hardly anyone uses Macs; therefore, creating a Mac virus wouldn't be worth their time!
I've read a lot about Steve Jobs, the founder of Apple computers. I admire him, and I prefer his business plan over the Bill Gates model. Every day I'm surrounded by computer snobs who worship the Mac, and their reasons seem valid. I want to love my pretty Mac computer ... but I don't. I want to throw it out the window. Here's why:
1) Many Web pages get messed up on Mac-supported web browsers. You should see how jacked up this blog looks on Andy's work computer.
2) Microsoft Office, which 99.9999% of Americans use, sucks rocks on a Mac. That's how I got into the mess I'm in now.
3) They really aren't that intuitive or user friendly. I love my ipod, but setting up itunes was a bitch at first. It caused the only real screaming match that Andy and I have had.
4) If Apple itself doesn't make the program, it probably will be filled with bugs and glitches and won't work properly.
5) I'm tired graphic designers claiming that desktop publishing programs work best on Macs. That is a load of crap. They work fine on both.
6) What's up with Mac keyboards having an Apple key and a control key? Instead of pressing control+C to copy something, you press Apple+C. You use the Apple key for almost every major command, so why bother having a control key?
7) Either I'm getting old and blind, or the default screen font size is unreasonably tiny. Changing the setting by just one notch makes it GIANT. I can't win.
The one good thing about Macs is that you don't have to worry about viruses. That's because the evil genius virus makers know that hardly anyone uses Macs; therefore, creating a Mac virus wouldn't be worth their time!
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Follow-up.
Presentation went well and I hit a milestone tonight! I outgrew my barbell!
Last January, I decided to get into shape and brought some of my dad's old weights from home (and blew off about 25 years of dust) and bought some others at a garage sale this summer -- I mean an full bar and metal snow shovel for $5. Great deal.
Anyway, I hit 30 reps on both arms tonight. When I started a year ago, I could not do 10. I hit 30 with my right arm a few weeks back, but my left arm finally hit 30. So I'm going ot have to go with more weight, knock down the number of reps and add a set after a rest period. Yay.
It's going to be the best intramural hockey season for me ever!!!!!!
Presentation went well and I hit a milestone tonight! I outgrew my barbell!
Last January, I decided to get into shape and brought some of my dad's old weights from home (and blew off about 25 years of dust) and bought some others at a garage sale this summer -- I mean an full bar and metal snow shovel for $5. Great deal.
Anyway, I hit 30 reps on both arms tonight. When I started a year ago, I could not do 10. I hit 30 with my right arm a few weeks back, but my left arm finally hit 30. So I'm going ot have to go with more weight, knock down the number of reps and add a set after a rest period. Yay.
It's going to be the best intramural hockey season for me ever!!!!!!
Happy Hallmark Corporate Holiday day today.
You've all seen the Chronicles of Narnia. Well in the spirit of East Coast rap vs. West Coast, here is the Midwest response about two guys going to the Elks Club for a dance. It starts out slow, but I think it's hilarious. http://www.break.com/index/lazymuncie.html
So I get to go to the DMV today to pay the licensing on my car. The DMV is like a little ray of sunshine. I can't figure out why it takes so long and why those people are so unhappy. Like 400 years into the future, everything will happen in an instant. Teleporting, meals, everything. But the DMV will still take like 6 seconds. What the DMV should have is a guy hiding inside the door and as you go inside, the guy jumps out and punches every tenth person in the face. That way, all the crap after that isn't as bad. I can see my self standing in the line for an hour thinking "this wait is taking forever, but at least I'm not being repetatively punched in the face."
So in my MBA class, we have a group project today. I have this other group member who is a good friend and colleague from some business we do together. Well, I've concluded she is extremely scatter-brained and it has put me in a tough spot, because I really can't say anything. As we passed out group assignments, she volunteered to be the final proofreader on our handouts and make the presentation. Well, I made her powerpoint and compiled the paper from the three other group members. Long story short, she edits the paper and leaves more mistakes in there than was there beforehand, and then this morning, she wants to add some material that has nothing to do with our topic to the slides and has changes she wants to make to the class handout. Well, I already copied the 40 seperate 5-page handouts and e-mailed the presentation off to the professor, and she wants to make all of these changes. Why can't she just stick to the plan? We're going to be fine if we just stick to the powerpoint as is. Grrrr. Silly people.
Cottage cheese is God's gift to humanity.
Starting to worry about the trade deficit and the U.S. debt problem. I'm even more worried about consumer debt. Hey assholes -- if you can't afford something, don't buy it and then cry about not being able to afford it.
Tools.
You've all seen the Chronicles of Narnia. Well in the spirit of East Coast rap vs. West Coast, here is the Midwest response about two guys going to the Elks Club for a dance. It starts out slow, but I think it's hilarious. http://www.break.com/index/lazymuncie.html
So I get to go to the DMV today to pay the licensing on my car. The DMV is like a little ray of sunshine. I can't figure out why it takes so long and why those people are so unhappy. Like 400 years into the future, everything will happen in an instant. Teleporting, meals, everything. But the DMV will still take like 6 seconds. What the DMV should have is a guy hiding inside the door and as you go inside, the guy jumps out and punches every tenth person in the face. That way, all the crap after that isn't as bad. I can see my self standing in the line for an hour thinking "this wait is taking forever, but at least I'm not being repetatively punched in the face."
So in my MBA class, we have a group project today. I have this other group member who is a good friend and colleague from some business we do together. Well, I've concluded she is extremely scatter-brained and it has put me in a tough spot, because I really can't say anything. As we passed out group assignments, she volunteered to be the final proofreader on our handouts and make the presentation. Well, I made her powerpoint and compiled the paper from the three other group members. Long story short, she edits the paper and leaves more mistakes in there than was there beforehand, and then this morning, she wants to add some material that has nothing to do with our topic to the slides and has changes she wants to make to the class handout. Well, I already copied the 40 seperate 5-page handouts and e-mailed the presentation off to the professor, and she wants to make all of these changes. Why can't she just stick to the plan? We're going to be fine if we just stick to the powerpoint as is. Grrrr. Silly people.
Cottage cheese is God's gift to humanity.
Starting to worry about the trade deficit and the U.S. debt problem. I'm even more worried about consumer debt. Hey assholes -- if you can't afford something, don't buy it and then cry about not being able to afford it.
Tools.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
I have a little tidbit of humor for all of you bloggers. Last Friday when my Microbiology professor was getting ready to present the 'Disease of the Day' he told us about how that morning at breakfast his wife inquired what disease we would be covering today. He responded my telling her it was syphillus. Instantly his wife starts laughing. He nicely asks, "Honey, why are you laughing at me? This is a very common bacteria-based disease that is becoming more and more prevalent around the world." While this was true, and very intellectual, this helped the matter none. Once his wife finally came to she said, "Dear, that is mean to talk about syphillus, one of the more popular STD's known right before Valentines's day." Cue gut-shaking laughs from my fellow classmates.
What lesson can we learn from this nasty, lesion causing disease? As the coach on Mean Girls would say: If you have sex you will get pregnant; and die! So be safe not sorry and enjoy your Valentine's day holiday!
What lesson can we learn from this nasty, lesion causing disease? As the coach on Mean Girls would say: If you have sex you will get pregnant; and die! So be safe not sorry and enjoy your Valentine's day holiday!
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
I'm still alive! I survived my very first real interview without tripping on my new heels, getting extremely nervous, or doing anything else totally embarrassing, and I'm not gonna lie, I looked really cute in my brand new business suit. I did my makeup very nicely: not really noticeable, just enough to accentuate my eyes. And if it turns out it was a total flop, at least the lady really liked my shoes!
I also visited Wesleyan today, which was quite enjoyable. However, now I'm totally confused and have about a million decisions to make (I know, I know, Ashley and Andy, you want me to go to Wesleyan). No pressure at all, right? Wrong. But oh well for now. I'm just going to bask in all the happiness I'm feeling at this moment. La dee dah. Happy days!
I also visited Wesleyan today, which was quite enjoyable. However, now I'm totally confused and have about a million decisions to make (I know, I know, Ashley and Andy, you want me to go to Wesleyan). No pressure at all, right? Wrong. But oh well for now. I'm just going to bask in all the happiness I'm feeling at this moment. La dee dah. Happy days!
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Monday, February 06, 2006
Monday Musings:
- Super Bowl. The one time of the year when I eat my own weight in Velveeta cheese dip, baked goods, chips, wingies, and the like. Sure, when two fist-sized masses of the cheese dip start to re-solidify in the depths of your being, it can make for some uncomfortable sleep moments. I've got to say, you've never lived until you wake yourself up farting in the middle of the night. Good thing Ash was very worn out and the cat was on the bed so I could blame the smell on him.
- Gray's Anatomy. Never seen it before, but apparently all my friends are in love with the show. I've got to admit, it is a little captivating, but I've never been in a hospital where a guy has a bomb in his chest being held in by a surgeon, while the surgeon that is her husband is in the room next door doing brain surgery on the husband of a woman downstairs who is in labor, and happens to be the chief attendant at the hospital, while the director of medicine happens to have a heart attack. Come on. But Christina Ricci was a guest star and she is back on the list. Though, I wish she'd eat something.
- Good Bye Mr. Greenspan. Hello Ben Bernake!
- Feeling a little overwhelmed these days. I always get this way in the first part of February. Projects and exams are now within reach, deadlines for about 10 things at work come up, and there's all the pressure of Groundhog Day -- I never know what to wear. This may be my last semester taking two classes at once in person. I can handle it, but I just realized baseball season starts in a couple weeks and taking in a game with the sights and smells of Haymarket Park puts my mind at ease. And its tough to do that when there is homework to be done. Then again, it would be nice to have this degree done sooner than later.
- So my good good friend and a guy who was my former intern for a year was back visiting yesterday. That little bastard got another raise and is making $70,000 a year after being out of school all of 14 months. Maybe I should get a job on the railroad. Hell, maybe I should see if they need anybody like Ashley to write features for their railroad magazine.
- I suck at frosting cupcakes, but I can make BBQ meat with the best of them
- I'd have to say the best advertiser of the night was the "Don't Judge too quickly" campaign. Brilliant.
My weekend, in a nutshell:
- I cut my hair pretty short again. Today I made it all flippy and wild-looking. It's a nice change from the usual.
- Hayley and I had a three-hour lunch at Dairy Queen on Saturday. It was a crazy good time!
- Four of my guy friends got really, really drunk Saturday night. Luckily they were funny drunks, not obnoxious drunks. (The people working at Ali Baba Gyros would probably disagree with that statement.)
- I hadn't eaten Greek food since July. But I had it for supper Friday night and at 1:10 a.m. Sunday, and it was glorious.
- Twenty people attended our Super Bowl party. With so many opportunities to socialize and some other heavy issues on my mind (see below), I confess that I didn't watch the game or even the commercials.
- Cole makes excellent buffalo chicken.
- This weekend was in the running for Best Weekend Ever. However, Grandma had a choking spell in church yesterday. Hayley got things under control with the Heimlich manuever, but Grandma still had to go to the hospital to get a mucus blockage cleared and her breathing steadied. We don't have much information right now, but she's sedated, on a ventilator, and getting some much-needed rest. I suspect that Grandpa and Grandma may have to put their stubborness aside and make some lifestyle changes when she goes home, which brings up a bunch of other questions and dilemmas that I'm trying not to think about. The next few weeks are going to be difficult, especially for Grandpa, Mom, and Uncle Jeff.
- Andy is a gem. Shortly before Hayley summoned me to the hospital, I told Andy that I wanted to make yellow- and blue-frosted cupcakes (team colors, of course). Not knowing how long I'd be at the hospital or how serious the problem was, I told Andy to stay home and finish the prep work for the party unless the situation became an emergency. That sweet boy dyed the frosting, frosted the cupcakes, AND added sprinkles. He also cleaned up the terrible mess I made in the kitchen while making barbecued pork.
- I cut my hair pretty short again. Today I made it all flippy and wild-looking. It's a nice change from the usual.
- Hayley and I had a three-hour lunch at Dairy Queen on Saturday. It was a crazy good time!
- Four of my guy friends got really, really drunk Saturday night. Luckily they were funny drunks, not obnoxious drunks. (The people working at Ali Baba Gyros would probably disagree with that statement.)
- I hadn't eaten Greek food since July. But I had it for supper Friday night and at 1:10 a.m. Sunday, and it was glorious.
- Twenty people attended our Super Bowl party. With so many opportunities to socialize and some other heavy issues on my mind (see below), I confess that I didn't watch the game or even the commercials.
- Cole makes excellent buffalo chicken.
- This weekend was in the running for Best Weekend Ever. However, Grandma had a choking spell in church yesterday. Hayley got things under control with the Heimlich manuever, but Grandma still had to go to the hospital to get a mucus blockage cleared and her breathing steadied. We don't have much information right now, but she's sedated, on a ventilator, and getting some much-needed rest. I suspect that Grandpa and Grandma may have to put their stubborness aside and make some lifestyle changes when she goes home, which brings up a bunch of other questions and dilemmas that I'm trying not to think about. The next few weeks are going to be difficult, especially for Grandpa, Mom, and Uncle Jeff.
- Andy is a gem. Shortly before Hayley summoned me to the hospital, I told Andy that I wanted to make yellow- and blue-frosted cupcakes (team colors, of course). Not knowing how long I'd be at the hospital or how serious the problem was, I told Andy to stay home and finish the prep work for the party unless the situation became an emergency. That sweet boy dyed the frosting, frosted the cupcakes, AND added sprinkles. He also cleaned up the terrible mess I made in the kitchen while making barbecued pork.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
CHUCK OWNS ALL AND THE FOLLOWING PROVES IT.
Chuck Norris' tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried.
Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits.
Chuck Norris sold his soul to the devil for his rugged good looks and unparalleled martial arts ability. Shortly after the transaction was finalized, Chuck roundhouse kicked the devil in the face and took his soul back. The devil, who appreciates irony, couldn't stay mad and admitted he should have seen it coming. They now play poker every second Wednesday of the month.
Chuck Norris built a time machine and went back in time to stop the JFK assassination. As Oswald shot, Chuck met all three bullets with his beard, deflecting them. JFK's head exploded out of sheer amazement.
Chuck Norris is currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are trademarked names for his left and right legs.
Chuck Norris once ate three 72 oz. steaks in one hour. He spent the first 45 minutes having sex with his waitress.
Chuck Norris's girlfriend once asked him how much wood a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood. He then shouted, "HOW DARE YOU RHYME IN THE PRESENCE OF CHUCK NORRIS!" and ripped out her throat. Holding his girlfriend's bloody throat in his hand he bellowed, "Don't **bleep** with Chuck!" Two years and five months later he realized the irony of this statement and laughed so hard that anyone within a hundred mile radius of the blast went deaf.
The chief export of Chuck Norris is pain.
Filming on location for Walker: Texas Ranger, Chuck Norris brought a stillborn baby lamb back to life by giving it a prolonged beard rub. Shortly after the farm animal sprang back to life and a crowd had gathered, Chuck Norris roundhouse kicked the animal, breaking its neck, to remind the crew once more that Chuck giveth, and the good Chuck, he taketh away.
To prove it isn't that big of a deal to beat cancer. Chuck Norris smoked 15 cartons of cigarettes a day for 2 years and aquired 7 different kinds of cancer only to rid them from his body by flexing for 30 minutes. Beat that, Lance Armstrong.
Chuck Norris was the fourth Wiseman. He brought baby Jesus the gift of "beard". Jesus wore it proudly to his dying day. The other Wisemen, jealous of Jesus' obvious gift favoritism, used their combined influence to have Chuck omitted from the Bible. Shortly after all three died of roundhouse kick related deaths.
Chuck Norris doesnt shave; he kicks himself in the face. The only thing that can cut Chuck Norris is Chuck Norris.
There are no disabled people. Only people who have met Chuck Norris.
Rather than being birthed like a normal child, Chuck Norris instead decided to punch his way out of his mother's womb. Shortly thereafter he grew a beard.
Chuck Norris doesn't read books. He stares them down until he gets the information he wants.
If you can see Chuck Norris, he can see you. If you can't see Chuck Norris you may be only seconds away from death.
Chuck Norris can make a woman climax by simply pointing at her and saying "booya".
Chuck Norris is not hung like a horse... horses are hung like Chuck Norris.
Chuck Norris won 'Jumanji' without ever saying the word. He simply beat the living **bleep** out of everything that was thrown at him, and the game forfeited.
When Chuck Norris plays Oregon Trail his family does not die from cholera or dysentery, but rather roundhouse kicks to the face. He also requires no wagon, since he carries the oxen, axels, and buffalo meat on his back. He always makes it to Oregon before you.
One day Chuck Norris looked in the mirror and said "No one outstares Chuck!" He is still there to this day.
Chuck Norris frequently signs up for beginner karate classes, just so he can "accidentally" beat the **bleep** out of little kids.
Chuck Norris appeared in the "Street Fighter II" video game, but was removed by Beta Testers because every button caused him to do a roundhouse kick. When asked bout this "glitch," Norris replied, "That's no glitch."
After much debate, President Truman decided to drop the atomic bomb on Hiroshima rather than the alternative of sending Chuck Norris. His reasoning? It was more "humane".
When Chuck Norris's wife burned the turkey one Thanksgiving, Chuck said, "Don't worry about it honey," and went into his backyard. He came back five minutes later with a live turkey, ate it whole, and when he threw it up a few seconds later it was fully cooked and came with cranberry sauce. When his wife asked him how he had done it, he gave her a roundhouse kick to the face and said, "Never question Chuck Norris."
One of the greatest cover-ups of the last century was the fact that Hitler did not commit suicide in his bunker, but was in fact tea-bagged to death by Chuck Norris.
The quickest way to a man's heart is with Chuck Norris's fist.
If you ask Chuck Norris what time it is, he always says, "Two seconds till." After you ask, "Two seconds to what?" he roundhouse kicks you in the face.
Those aren't credits that roll after Walker Texas Ranger, it is actually a list of people that Chuck Norris round house kicked in the face that day.
Chuck Norris once tried to sue Burger King after they refused to put razor wire in his Whopper Jr., insisting that that actually is "his" way.
Chuck Norris' tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried.
Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits.
Chuck Norris sold his soul to the devil for his rugged good looks and unparalleled martial arts ability. Shortly after the transaction was finalized, Chuck roundhouse kicked the devil in the face and took his soul back. The devil, who appreciates irony, couldn't stay mad and admitted he should have seen it coming. They now play poker every second Wednesday of the month.
Chuck Norris built a time machine and went back in time to stop the JFK assassination. As Oswald shot, Chuck met all three bullets with his beard, deflecting them. JFK's head exploded out of sheer amazement.
Chuck Norris is currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are trademarked names for his left and right legs.
Chuck Norris once ate three 72 oz. steaks in one hour. He spent the first 45 minutes having sex with his waitress.
Chuck Norris's girlfriend once asked him how much wood a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood. He then shouted, "HOW DARE YOU RHYME IN THE PRESENCE OF CHUCK NORRIS!" and ripped out her throat. Holding his girlfriend's bloody throat in his hand he bellowed, "Don't **bleep** with Chuck!" Two years and five months later he realized the irony of this statement and laughed so hard that anyone within a hundred mile radius of the blast went deaf.
The chief export of Chuck Norris is pain.
Filming on location for Walker: Texas Ranger, Chuck Norris brought a stillborn baby lamb back to life by giving it a prolonged beard rub. Shortly after the farm animal sprang back to life and a crowd had gathered, Chuck Norris roundhouse kicked the animal, breaking its neck, to remind the crew once more that Chuck giveth, and the good Chuck, he taketh away.
To prove it isn't that big of a deal to beat cancer. Chuck Norris smoked 15 cartons of cigarettes a day for 2 years and aquired 7 different kinds of cancer only to rid them from his body by flexing for 30 minutes. Beat that, Lance Armstrong.
Chuck Norris was the fourth Wiseman. He brought baby Jesus the gift of "beard". Jesus wore it proudly to his dying day. The other Wisemen, jealous of Jesus' obvious gift favoritism, used their combined influence to have Chuck omitted from the Bible. Shortly after all three died of roundhouse kick related deaths.
Chuck Norris doesnt shave; he kicks himself in the face. The only thing that can cut Chuck Norris is Chuck Norris.
There are no disabled people. Only people who have met Chuck Norris.
Rather than being birthed like a normal child, Chuck Norris instead decided to punch his way out of his mother's womb. Shortly thereafter he grew a beard.
Chuck Norris doesn't read books. He stares them down until he gets the information he wants.
If you can see Chuck Norris, he can see you. If you can't see Chuck Norris you may be only seconds away from death.
Chuck Norris can make a woman climax by simply pointing at her and saying "booya".
Chuck Norris is not hung like a horse... horses are hung like Chuck Norris.
Chuck Norris won 'Jumanji' without ever saying the word. He simply beat the living **bleep** out of everything that was thrown at him, and the game forfeited.
When Chuck Norris plays Oregon Trail his family does not die from cholera or dysentery, but rather roundhouse kicks to the face. He also requires no wagon, since he carries the oxen, axels, and buffalo meat on his back. He always makes it to Oregon before you.
One day Chuck Norris looked in the mirror and said "No one outstares Chuck!" He is still there to this day.
Chuck Norris frequently signs up for beginner karate classes, just so he can "accidentally" beat the **bleep** out of little kids.
Chuck Norris appeared in the "Street Fighter II" video game, but was removed by Beta Testers because every button caused him to do a roundhouse kick. When asked bout this "glitch," Norris replied, "That's no glitch."
After much debate, President Truman decided to drop the atomic bomb on Hiroshima rather than the alternative of sending Chuck Norris. His reasoning? It was more "humane".
When Chuck Norris's wife burned the turkey one Thanksgiving, Chuck said, "Don't worry about it honey," and went into his backyard. He came back five minutes later with a live turkey, ate it whole, and when he threw it up a few seconds later it was fully cooked and came with cranberry sauce. When his wife asked him how he had done it, he gave her a roundhouse kick to the face and said, "Never question Chuck Norris."
One of the greatest cover-ups of the last century was the fact that Hitler did not commit suicide in his bunker, but was in fact tea-bagged to death by Chuck Norris.
The quickest way to a man's heart is with Chuck Norris's fist.
If you ask Chuck Norris what time it is, he always says, "Two seconds till." After you ask, "Two seconds to what?" he roundhouse kicks you in the face.
Those aren't credits that roll after Walker Texas Ranger, it is actually a list of people that Chuck Norris round house kicked in the face that day.
Chuck Norris once tried to sue Burger King after they refused to put razor wire in his Whopper Jr., insisting that that actually is "his" way.
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