Wednesday, December 31, 2008
good times
Well, I had a delicious New Year surprise today. Got my credit card bill in and lo and behold... about $2,000 worth of charges to my card in Madrid, Spain. Yeah, not only did someone defraud me through my Visa, but I got a good reminder I've never even been to Spain. Anyway, I had to call the Visa people, who were incredibly helpful and quick, and I won't have to pay for any of it, but SCREW YOU, SPANIARD! I hope your New Year sucks big time.
resolutions, from listoftheday
QOTD: New Year's Resolutions
It's almost time once again for the dreaded new year's resolutions.
Do you have any?
What are they?
Are they repeats from years prior?
Me, I gave up on resolutions long ago. Now I do new year's restitutions: I make a list of everyone who deserves a good beating, then I set forth to deliver those beatings in the new year. Of course, I'm at the top of the list, so I spend most of New Year's Day kicking myself in the ass, which sort of makes one go in a circle, so you could call that a new year's revolution as well.
Thanks, TotalBlammBlamm, for the idea.
from http://listoftheday.blogspot.com/2008/12/qotd-new-years-resolutions.html
It's almost time once again for the dreaded new year's resolutions.
Do you have any?
What are they?
Are they repeats from years prior?
Me, I gave up on resolutions long ago. Now I do new year's restitutions: I make a list of everyone who deserves a good beating, then I set forth to deliver those beatings in the new year. Of course, I'm at the top of the list, so I spend most of New Year's Day kicking myself in the ass, which sort of makes one go in a circle, so you could call that a new year's revolution as well.
Thanks, TotalBlammBlamm, for the idea.
from http://listoftheday.blogspot.com/2008/12/qotd-new-years-resolutions.html
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
holiday blog
Okay, I've just nearly given myself a heart attack twice by mistaking a Curious George doll for Liam's motionless face by the TV... even though I know logically Liam is sleeping. Deep breaths... deep breaths...
So here's my holidays in a nutshell (help! I can't get out of this nutshell!).
Like last year, we decided Santa was visiting our house on the night of December 23rd to facilitate our travels to Tony's parents in New Mexico. We put the kids to bed and set up all the stuff... we got them a little pup tent and some small things, like books and stuff. Their big gifts were a play tool set for Aidan and this activity cube thing for Liam. On Christmas morning, we opened our gifts... I'd gotten Tony two t-shirts ("Meat is murder. Tasty tasty murder." and "Damn it feels good to be a gangsta"), a bunch of books, and some accoutrements for his MP3 player. He got me this here laptop I'm typing on. How do I know that my laptop, despite its age and somewhat heavy weight, is cooler than yours? Because this particular laptop was confiscated by the FBI from an unnamed criminal and donated to the school system, where Tony was able to get it. Groovy. Who knows what nameless deeds have been planned using these very same keys... and if said criminal can type as fast as me (about 108 wpm, thank you very much).
We headed to NM after Santa time and hung out there for a few days. We opened gifts there on Christmas morning: our major ones were two cool lamps for our living room and a giant clock as big as Liam for the living room wall. The boys got way too much as usual, the coolest thing being a giant triceratops... and I mean three feet tall, maybe five feet long or more, plush but animatronic... it chuckles and growls and chews and sleeps. Good old Auntie Annie... the boys will be the most popular kids on the block if she keeps going like that.
We got home on Sunday. I went yesterday with Liam and Carol shopping to hit up a few sales. What do I love about shopping? When I go somewhere specifically to spend an effing gift certificate and get all the way into the final stages of checking out and realize I forgot the effing gift certificate at home. Almost as good as remembering I had the gift certificate AFTER I check out... Candace benefited from that one at Thanksgiving.
Oh, and a last highlight before I close this one out:
Earlier, I was messing around with my computer while Liam played with toys a few feet away. He comes up to me with a grunt and his hand in a fist position, which means, "Here. Take this item I just found on the ground." I hold my hand out, and he slimes something wet onto my hand, then says "Thanks" in his baby way and takes off back toward where was to get "more." I investigate, and yes, he's puked a little on the floor, and is bringing it to me handful by handful.
Thanks, little chugs. The gift that keeps on giving.
So here's my holidays in a nutshell (help! I can't get out of this nutshell!).
Like last year, we decided Santa was visiting our house on the night of December 23rd to facilitate our travels to Tony's parents in New Mexico. We put the kids to bed and set up all the stuff... we got them a little pup tent and some small things, like books and stuff. Their big gifts were a play tool set for Aidan and this activity cube thing for Liam. On Christmas morning, we opened our gifts... I'd gotten Tony two t-shirts ("Meat is murder. Tasty tasty murder." and "Damn it feels good to be a gangsta"), a bunch of books, and some accoutrements for his MP3 player. He got me this here laptop I'm typing on. How do I know that my laptop, despite its age and somewhat heavy weight, is cooler than yours? Because this particular laptop was confiscated by the FBI from an unnamed criminal and donated to the school system, where Tony was able to get it. Groovy. Who knows what nameless deeds have been planned using these very same keys... and if said criminal can type as fast as me (about 108 wpm, thank you very much).
We headed to NM after Santa time and hung out there for a few days. We opened gifts there on Christmas morning: our major ones were two cool lamps for our living room and a giant clock as big as Liam for the living room wall. The boys got way too much as usual, the coolest thing being a giant triceratops... and I mean three feet tall, maybe five feet long or more, plush but animatronic... it chuckles and growls and chews and sleeps. Good old Auntie Annie... the boys will be the most popular kids on the block if she keeps going like that.
We got home on Sunday. I went yesterday with Liam and Carol shopping to hit up a few sales. What do I love about shopping? When I go somewhere specifically to spend an effing gift certificate and get all the way into the final stages of checking out and realize I forgot the effing gift certificate at home. Almost as good as remembering I had the gift certificate AFTER I check out... Candace benefited from that one at Thanksgiving.
Oh, and a last highlight before I close this one out:
Earlier, I was messing around with my computer while Liam played with toys a few feet away. He comes up to me with a grunt and his hand in a fist position, which means, "Here. Take this item I just found on the ground." I hold my hand out, and he slimes something wet onto my hand, then says "Thanks" in his baby way and takes off back toward where was to get "more." I investigate, and yes, he's puked a little on the floor, and is bringing it to me handful by handful.
Thanks, little chugs. The gift that keeps on giving.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
why i want a wife
by Judy Syfers, 1971
I belong to that classification of people known as wives. I am A Wife.
And, not altogether incidentally, I am a mother. Not too long ago a male friend of mine appeared on the scene fresh from a recent divorce. He had one child, who is, of course, with his ex-wife. He is looking for another wife. As I thought about him while I was ironing one evening, it suddenly occurred to me that I too, would like to have a wife. Why do I want a wife?
I would like to go back to school so that I can become economically independent, support myself, and if need be, support those dependent upon me. I want a wife who will work and send me to school. And while I am going to school I want a wife to take care of my children. I want a wife a wife to keep track of the children's doctor and dentist appointments. And to keep track of mine, too. I want a wife to make sure my children eat properly and are kept clean. I want a wife who will wash the children's clothes and keep them mended. I want a wife who is a good nurturing attendant to my children, who arranges for their schooling, makes sure that they have an adequate social life with their peers, takes them to the park, the zoo, etc. I want a wife who takes care of the children when they are sick, a wife who arranges to be around when the children need special care, because, of course, I cannot miss classes at school. My wife must arrange to lose time at work and not lose the job. It may mean a small cut in my wife's income from time to time, but I guess I can tolerate that. Needless to say, my wife will arrange and pay for the care of the children while my wife is working.
I want a wife who will take care of my physical needs. I want a wife who will keep my house clean. A wife who will pick up after my children, a wife who will pick up after me. I want a wife who will keep my clothes clean, ironed, mended, replaced when need be, and who will see to it that my personal things are kept in their proper place so that I can find what I need the minute I need it. I want a wife who cooks the meals, a wife who is a good cook. I want a wife who will plan the menus, do the necessary grocery shopping, prepare the meals,serve them pleasantly, and then do the cleaning up while I do my studying. I want a wife who will care for me when I am sick and sympathize with my pain and loss of time from school. I want a wife to go along when our family takes a vacation so that someone can continue care for me and my when I need a rest and change of scene. I want a wife who will not bother me with rambling complaints about a wife's duties. But I want a wife who will listen to me when I feel the need to explain a rather difficult point I have come across in my course of studies. And I want a wife who will type my papers for me when I have written them.
I want a wife who will take care of the details of my social life. When my wife and I are invited out by my friends, I want a wife who take care of the baby-sitting arrangements. When I meet people at school that I like and want to entertain, I want a wife who will have the house clean, will prepare a special meal, serve it to me and my friends, and not interrupt when I talk about things that interest me and my friends. I want a wife who will have arranged that the children are fed and ready for bed before my guests arrive so that the children do not bother us. I want a wife who takes care of the needs of my quests so that they feel comfortable, who makes sure that they have an ashtray, that they are passed the hors d'oeuvres, that they are offered a second helping of the food, that their wine glasses are replenished when necessary, that their coffee is served to them as they like it. And I want a wife who knows that sometimes I need a night out by myself.
I want a wife who is sensitive to my sexual needs, a wife who makes love passionately and eagerly when I feel like it, a wife who makes sure that I am satisfied. And, of course, I want a wife who will not demand sexual attention when I am not in the mood for it. I want a wife who assumes the complete responsibility for birth control, because I do not want more children. I want a wife who will remain sexually faithful to me so that I do not have to clutter up my intellectual life with jealousies. And I want a wife who understands that my sexual needs may entail more than strict adherence to monogamy. I must, after all, be able to relate to people as fully as possible.
If, by chance, I find another person more suitable as a wife than the wife I already have, I want the liberty to replace my present wife with another one. Naturally, I will expect a fresh, new life; my wife will take the children and be solely responsible for them so that I am left free.
When I am through with school and have a job, I want my wife to quit working and remain at home so that my wife can more fully and completely take care of a wife's duties.
My God, who wouldn't want a wife?
I belong to that classification of people known as wives. I am A Wife.
And, not altogether incidentally, I am a mother. Not too long ago a male friend of mine appeared on the scene fresh from a recent divorce. He had one child, who is, of course, with his ex-wife. He is looking for another wife. As I thought about him while I was ironing one evening, it suddenly occurred to me that I too, would like to have a wife. Why do I want a wife?
I would like to go back to school so that I can become economically independent, support myself, and if need be, support those dependent upon me. I want a wife who will work and send me to school. And while I am going to school I want a wife to take care of my children. I want a wife a wife to keep track of the children's doctor and dentist appointments. And to keep track of mine, too. I want a wife to make sure my children eat properly and are kept clean. I want a wife who will wash the children's clothes and keep them mended. I want a wife who is a good nurturing attendant to my children, who arranges for their schooling, makes sure that they have an adequate social life with their peers, takes them to the park, the zoo, etc. I want a wife who takes care of the children when they are sick, a wife who arranges to be around when the children need special care, because, of course, I cannot miss classes at school. My wife must arrange to lose time at work and not lose the job. It may mean a small cut in my wife's income from time to time, but I guess I can tolerate that. Needless to say, my wife will arrange and pay for the care of the children while my wife is working.
I want a wife who will take care of my physical needs. I want a wife who will keep my house clean. A wife who will pick up after my children, a wife who will pick up after me. I want a wife who will keep my clothes clean, ironed, mended, replaced when need be, and who will see to it that my personal things are kept in their proper place so that I can find what I need the minute I need it. I want a wife who cooks the meals, a wife who is a good cook. I want a wife who will plan the menus, do the necessary grocery shopping, prepare the meals,serve them pleasantly, and then do the cleaning up while I do my studying. I want a wife who will care for me when I am sick and sympathize with my pain and loss of time from school. I want a wife to go along when our family takes a vacation so that someone can continue care for me and my when I need a rest and change of scene. I want a wife who will not bother me with rambling complaints about a wife's duties. But I want a wife who will listen to me when I feel the need to explain a rather difficult point I have come across in my course of studies. And I want a wife who will type my papers for me when I have written them.
I want a wife who will take care of the details of my social life. When my wife and I are invited out by my friends, I want a wife who take care of the baby-sitting arrangements. When I meet people at school that I like and want to entertain, I want a wife who will have the house clean, will prepare a special meal, serve it to me and my friends, and not interrupt when I talk about things that interest me and my friends. I want a wife who will have arranged that the children are fed and ready for bed before my guests arrive so that the children do not bother us. I want a wife who takes care of the needs of my quests so that they feel comfortable, who makes sure that they have an ashtray, that they are passed the hors d'oeuvres, that they are offered a second helping of the food, that their wine glasses are replenished when necessary, that their coffee is served to them as they like it. And I want a wife who knows that sometimes I need a night out by myself.
I want a wife who is sensitive to my sexual needs, a wife who makes love passionately and eagerly when I feel like it, a wife who makes sure that I am satisfied. And, of course, I want a wife who will not demand sexual attention when I am not in the mood for it. I want a wife who assumes the complete responsibility for birth control, because I do not want more children. I want a wife who will remain sexually faithful to me so that I do not have to clutter up my intellectual life with jealousies. And I want a wife who understands that my sexual needs may entail more than strict adherence to monogamy. I must, after all, be able to relate to people as fully as possible.
If, by chance, I find another person more suitable as a wife than the wife I already have, I want the liberty to replace my present wife with another one. Naturally, I will expect a fresh, new life; my wife will take the children and be solely responsible for them so that I am left free.
When I am through with school and have a job, I want my wife to quit working and remain at home so that my wife can more fully and completely take care of a wife's duties.
My God, who wouldn't want a wife?
Friday, December 19, 2008
more proof that i'm insane with order and symmetry
Okay, so I bought this wrapping paper for all of my gifts that were going to go under the tree. I had used up the first roll with gifts being shipped out to other places. The new paper was dark blue with Santa faces all over it, and I lurved it.
I wrapped every gift I had except for TWO and ran out of paper. And I'm talking many gifts. Not just like ten. So I had to go out and buy another roll of paper, and of course I couldn't find the same kind, so I got a blue-themed one (one I'd never buy because it had these old person angels all over it) so at least the color scheme would match.
I just wrapped the last two gifts in the angel paper, and it just looks pathetic. I am having to FORCE myself not to unwrap some of my Santa paper gifts and rewrap them with angel paper just to make it more even. Ugh.
Okay, that's it. I am going to go and hide the angel paper gifts in the back of the tree.
I wrapped every gift I had except for TWO and ran out of paper. And I'm talking many gifts. Not just like ten. So I had to go out and buy another roll of paper, and of course I couldn't find the same kind, so I got a blue-themed one (one I'd never buy because it had these old person angels all over it) so at least the color scheme would match.
I just wrapped the last two gifts in the angel paper, and it just looks pathetic. I am having to FORCE myself not to unwrap some of my Santa paper gifts and rewrap them with angel paper just to make it more even. Ugh.
Okay, that's it. I am going to go and hide the angel paper gifts in the back of the tree.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Movie quotes, from Sherri
Ze Rules!
1. Pick 15 of your favorite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. Fill in the film title once it's guessed.
5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions.
I don't know if I even have 15 favorite movies, but I chose movies that I like a lot for the most part...
1) The crickets and the rust-beetles scuttled among the nettles of the sage thicket. "Vámonos, amigos," he whispered, and threw the busted leather flintcraw over the loose weave of the saddlecock. And they rode on in the friscalating dusklight.
2) I believe in death, destruction, chaos, filth, and greed!
3) Buck up little camper, we'll beat that slope together.
4) It's just like Santa's workshop! Except it smells like mushrooms... and everyone looks like they wanna hurt me...
5) You sound like a big ol' bahr.
6) Great, now say that everyday you had an apple. An apple, an apple and more apples. You probably thought that apples were pretty good, even if you got a rotten one every once in awhile. Then one day there was an orange. Now you can choose, do you want an apple or do you want an orange? That's democracy.
7) What Jefferson was saying was, Hey! You know, we left this England place 'cause it was bogus; so if we don't get some cool rules ourselves - pronto - we'll just be bogus too! Get it?
8) Love, desire, ambition, faith - without them, life's so simple, believe me.
9) The day they cut the football budget in this state, that will be the end of Western Civilization as we know it!
10) Why should I change? He's the one who sucks.
11) It's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes.
12) [while throwing a Bible at co-star] I am FILLED with Christ's love! You are just jealous of my success in the Lord.
13) So be wary of very hairy scary Larry. (okay, that one wasn't in IMDB, but it's the quote I wanted.)
14) You know Mrs. Torrance, you got to keep regular, if you want to be happy!
15) This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished.
1. Pick 15 of your favorite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. Fill in the film title once it's guessed.
5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions.
I don't know if I even have 15 favorite movies, but I chose movies that I like a lot for the most part...
1) The crickets and the rust-beetles scuttled among the nettles of the sage thicket. "Vámonos, amigos," he whispered, and threw the busted leather flintcraw over the loose weave of the saddlecock. And they rode on in the friscalating dusklight.
2) I believe in death, destruction, chaos, filth, and greed!
3) Buck up little camper, we'll beat that slope together.
4) It's just like Santa's workshop! Except it smells like mushrooms... and everyone looks like they wanna hurt me...
5) You sound like a big ol' bahr.
6) Great, now say that everyday you had an apple. An apple, an apple and more apples. You probably thought that apples were pretty good, even if you got a rotten one every once in awhile. Then one day there was an orange. Now you can choose, do you want an apple or do you want an orange? That's democracy.
7) What Jefferson was saying was, Hey! You know, we left this England place 'cause it was bogus; so if we don't get some cool rules ourselves - pronto - we'll just be bogus too! Get it?
8) Love, desire, ambition, faith - without them, life's so simple, believe me.
9) The day they cut the football budget in this state, that will be the end of Western Civilization as we know it!
10) Why should I change? He's the one who sucks.
11) It's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes.
12) [while throwing a Bible at co-star] I am FILLED with Christ's love! You are just jealous of my success in the Lord.
13) So be wary of very hairy scary Larry. (okay, that one wasn't in IMDB, but it's the quote I wanted.)
14) You know Mrs. Torrance, you got to keep regular, if you want to be happy!
15) This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
more reason to hate people
So let me just tell you something to make you lose your faith in the legal system when it comes to dealing with family/divorce/custody situations.
My sister has been going through a custody battle with her ex-husband. They have had multiple custody changes over the several years they've been divorced, but they were fine with sharing custody until about a year ago. What happened a year ago? Her xhub got remarried to this psychotic infant who wants to pretend as though the boys are her boys rather than his with Candace. Sorry, girl who is my age but acts like a 19-year-old... PERHAPS you should have thought of all that before you got married. It's not like the boys randomly appeared once the rings were on.
Anyway, my sister had temporarily moved in with my parents when she got laid off and had planned to move out this summer after getting settled into her new job and getting some money saved up. Unfortunately, once xhub started all this BS, she ended up stuck living with my parents longer because all her money was going toward legal fees.
There's been much drama associated with this entire fiasco. The drama includes some meanness from the psychotic infant aimed toward at least one of my nephews at various points. Recording of phone conversations between my sister and at least one of her sons. And a HARD EVIDENCE video of the xhub and the psychotic infant screaming and cursing at my nephews (who are 18, 15, and 13)... including their own father calling them chicken s**ts and essentially saying that their mother is not as good of a mother as their new stepmom. Hold on a second while I throw up in my mouth a little bit on that one. I try to stay neutral and give both sides the benefit of the doubt, but while I watched that video, I literally thought, if those were my kids, I'd get arrested for custodial interference, because I'd go pick them up and haul them out of the country to get them out of that crap. Also included in the decision-making process - lots of sessions with this "therapist" who is allegedly qualified to make recommendations on where the boys live.
So the report came out yesterday. That giant pile of shite therapist recommended that xhub get the kids for the entire school year, only excepting three weekends a month and negotiated holidays. The ONLY reason? Because he's had his job for longer and has been living in his house longer. Because God knows, a continuous living time in a home makes for a loving family. Guess if they were manufacturing meth for 15 years in the home, it'd still be a good family atmosphere.
Never mind that the reason that my sister is still living with my parents is because of his custody contesting. Never mind that a major reason she hasn't had a long term career is because she was the primary caretaker of their kids for their entire marriage. That he didn't even care about spending major holidays, like Christmas, with his kids because he was at work. That he dropped his kids off just before Christmas a few years ago and refused to allow them back, causing my youngest nephew to literally cry at our family gathering because he wanted to see his dad and the dad wouldn't allow them back home. That he hauled my oldest nephew out of the house in the freezing cold and hosed him down with the water hose in the backyard because he had a bathroom accident as a child. That he shoved my sister so hard that I had to bring her to the ER when they were married, and medical records prove it.
Apparently, none of that matters. I'm not saying my sister is perfect; who is? I can tell you right now that some things I have done as a parent are probably easily questionable. And I know that sometimes I just have to walk out rather than do something bad with my temper. HOWEVER, why totally side with one position when so much evidence is presented to show why they shouldn't be chosen?
If this has taught anyone any lessons, it's that if your marriage is on the rocks, you better stick it out until the kids are older no matter what. I think if I had to deal with this, I'd be in prison now for multiple reasons.
My sister has been going through a custody battle with her ex-husband. They have had multiple custody changes over the several years they've been divorced, but they were fine with sharing custody until about a year ago. What happened a year ago? Her xhub got remarried to this psychotic infant who wants to pretend as though the boys are her boys rather than his with Candace. Sorry, girl who is my age but acts like a 19-year-old... PERHAPS you should have thought of all that before you got married. It's not like the boys randomly appeared once the rings were on.
Anyway, my sister had temporarily moved in with my parents when she got laid off and had planned to move out this summer after getting settled into her new job and getting some money saved up. Unfortunately, once xhub started all this BS, she ended up stuck living with my parents longer because all her money was going toward legal fees.
There's been much drama associated with this entire fiasco. The drama includes some meanness from the psychotic infant aimed toward at least one of my nephews at various points. Recording of phone conversations between my sister and at least one of her sons. And a HARD EVIDENCE video of the xhub and the psychotic infant screaming and cursing at my nephews (who are 18, 15, and 13)... including their own father calling them chicken s**ts and essentially saying that their mother is not as good of a mother as their new stepmom. Hold on a second while I throw up in my mouth a little bit on that one. I try to stay neutral and give both sides the benefit of the doubt, but while I watched that video, I literally thought, if those were my kids, I'd get arrested for custodial interference, because I'd go pick them up and haul them out of the country to get them out of that crap. Also included in the decision-making process - lots of sessions with this "therapist" who is allegedly qualified to make recommendations on where the boys live.
So the report came out yesterday. That giant pile of shite therapist recommended that xhub get the kids for the entire school year, only excepting three weekends a month and negotiated holidays. The ONLY reason? Because he's had his job for longer and has been living in his house longer. Because God knows, a continuous living time in a home makes for a loving family. Guess if they were manufacturing meth for 15 years in the home, it'd still be a good family atmosphere.
Never mind that the reason that my sister is still living with my parents is because of his custody contesting. Never mind that a major reason she hasn't had a long term career is because she was the primary caretaker of their kids for their entire marriage. That he didn't even care about spending major holidays, like Christmas, with his kids because he was at work. That he dropped his kids off just before Christmas a few years ago and refused to allow them back, causing my youngest nephew to literally cry at our family gathering because he wanted to see his dad and the dad wouldn't allow them back home. That he hauled my oldest nephew out of the house in the freezing cold and hosed him down with the water hose in the backyard because he had a bathroom accident as a child. That he shoved my sister so hard that I had to bring her to the ER when they were married, and medical records prove it.
Apparently, none of that matters. I'm not saying my sister is perfect; who is? I can tell you right now that some things I have done as a parent are probably easily questionable. And I know that sometimes I just have to walk out rather than do something bad with my temper. HOWEVER, why totally side with one position when so much evidence is presented to show why they shouldn't be chosen?
If this has taught anyone any lessons, it's that if your marriage is on the rocks, you better stick it out until the kids are older no matter what. I think if I had to deal with this, I'd be in prison now for multiple reasons.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
website for my brunch group
The girl who started the group has friends starting similar ones around the country. If you live in any of the areas, or you wanted to start your own, here's the cool website. Email me if you have any preguntas.
http://www.making-friendships.com
http://www.making-friendships.com
Saturday, December 6, 2008
a little "know my songs, know me"
Okay, first, apparently my MP3 player doesn't shuffle very thoroughly. Second, how hilariously accurate or weird are some of these answers? Third, I probably should branch out to more male singer bands, eh?
Rules:
1. Put your iTunes on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!!
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY? Crash by The Dave Matthews Band
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY? Chasing Pavements by Adele (really?)
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL? If You Want Me To by Ginny Owens
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY? Drowning by Missy Higgins
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE? Under the Bridge by the Chili Peppers (hehehe)
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? Dust in the Wind by Kansas (how accurate is this)
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? Holding Out for a Hero by Frou Frou
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? Shadows of the Night by Pat Benatar
WHAT IS 2+2? Summertime by The Sundays
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND? Clint Eastwood by the Gorillaz
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE? Eternal Flame by The Bangles
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? Sleep to Dream by Fiona Apple (another one I like)
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? Don't Think of Me by Dido
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? Back to You by John Mayer
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU? Dreamin' 'Bout the Day by Joan Osborne
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING? Leather by Tori Amos (hehehe)
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? Polite Dance Song by The Bird and the Bee {one can only hope :)}
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? All The Things She Said by TATU (hmmm... that's an odd one that makes you question...)
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS? Navy Bean by Tracy Bonham
WHATS THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN? Everything by Michael Bublé
HOW WILL YOU DIE? Choking the Cherry by Poe (hehehehe)
WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET? Silent All These Years by Tori Amos (how appropriate is this one)
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH? My Fair Lady by The Bird and the Bee
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY? Sober by Kelly Clarkson (hehehe)
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED? Beyond by Balligomingo
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST? Love Song for No One by John Mayer
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU? Lovefool by The Cardigans
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE? When I Grow Up by Garbage
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW? Sweet Allure by Balligomingo
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS? Last Exit to Eden by Amanda Marshall
Rules:
1. Put your iTunes on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!!
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY? Crash by The Dave Matthews Band
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY? Chasing Pavements by Adele (really?)
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL? If You Want Me To by Ginny Owens
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY? Drowning by Missy Higgins
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE? Under the Bridge by the Chili Peppers (hehehe)
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? Dust in the Wind by Kansas (how accurate is this)
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? Holding Out for a Hero by Frou Frou
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? Shadows of the Night by Pat Benatar
WHAT IS 2+2? Summertime by The Sundays
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND? Clint Eastwood by the Gorillaz
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE? Eternal Flame by The Bangles
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? Sleep to Dream by Fiona Apple (another one I like)
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? Don't Think of Me by Dido
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? Back to You by John Mayer
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU? Dreamin' 'Bout the Day by Joan Osborne
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING? Leather by Tori Amos (hehehe)
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? Polite Dance Song by The Bird and the Bee {one can only hope :)}
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? All The Things She Said by TATU (hmmm... that's an odd one that makes you question...)
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS? Navy Bean by Tracy Bonham
WHATS THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN? Everything by Michael Bublé
HOW WILL YOU DIE? Choking the Cherry by Poe (hehehehe)
WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET? Silent All These Years by Tori Amos (how appropriate is this one)
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH? My Fair Lady by The Bird and the Bee
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY? Sober by Kelly Clarkson (hehehe)
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED? Beyond by Balligomingo
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST? Love Song for No One by John Mayer
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU? Lovefool by The Cardigans
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE? When I Grow Up by Garbage
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW? Sweet Allure by Balligomingo
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS? Last Exit to Eden by Amanda Marshall
Friday, December 5, 2008
this morning's email from my sister
Proving hilarity runs in the family...
This is my new workout routine and why I will be sliding down the banister to get out of the office today since I barely made it up the stairs. I'm on day 4. All I can say is that in 90 days, if I don't have a rock hard body, I will personally hunt this guy down and punch him in the face...among other things.
http://www.beachbody.com/product/fitness_programs/p90x.do?code=GOOGLE_SEM_P90X&gclid=CM6_-c3cqZcCFRyenAod1BdKjg
This is my new workout routine and why I will be sliding down the banister to get out of the office today since I barely made it up the stairs. I'm on day 4. All I can say is that in 90 days, if I don't have a rock hard body, I will personally hunt this guy down and punch him in the face...among other things.
http://www.beachbody.com/product/fitness_programs/p90x.do?code=GOOGLE_SEM_P90X&gclid=CM6_-c3cqZcCFRyenAod1BdKjg
Thursday, December 4, 2008
idiots
Note to college girls I don't know:
If you choose to wander down the snow-covered embankment to the parking garage rather than taking thirty more seconds to take the more traction-friendly sidewalk and stairs, then you are not allowed to squeal and scream like jackasses and get on my nerves.
If you choose to wander down the snow-covered embankment to the parking garage rather than taking thirty more seconds to take the more traction-friendly sidewalk and stairs, then you are not allowed to squeal and scream like jackasses and get on my nerves.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
idiots
Note to lady who can't regulate her speed on the interstate, necessitating me to continuously cancel my cruise control:
I hate you.
I hate you.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
idiots
Note to infrequent flyer at Amarillo airport:
It is not necessary to call each and every person you know to let them know that you are at the airport. I don't know if it's the cell phone that's new or the first time you're taking an airplane somewhere, but I'm fairly certain others have flown before.
It is not necessary to call each and every person you know to let them know that you are at the airport. I don't know if it's the cell phone that's new or the first time you're taking an airplane somewhere, but I'm fairly certain others have flown before.
Monday, December 1, 2008
house, continued
I have my Thx trips to blog about, but I am going to wait till I have more time. I am in the process of grading like a maniac since I just realized that I have less than two weeks till classes are over and I have backed myself up in grading for the rest of my life.
So here's the news... A lady came to look at our house today. I don't know what the family is like, if she even has one, but apparently this is her second trip here. Tony talked to the realtor after the showing was over, and he said she was going back to her "finalist" houses to check out the yards. Which means our house is a "finalist."
Anyway, house buying is a weird thing. Like, she's come to our house twice and spent at most maybe, like, half an hour each time? Doesn't it seem like if you're going to spend this much money on one purchase you should be able to spend a weekend to see if you like it? It's weird to fork over a hundred thousand dollars, two hundred thousand dollars, more, for a place that you haven't spent any significant amount of time in.
So here's the news... A lady came to look at our house today. I don't know what the family is like, if she even has one, but apparently this is her second trip here. Tony talked to the realtor after the showing was over, and he said she was going back to her "finalist" houses to check out the yards. Which means our house is a "finalist."
Anyway, house buying is a weird thing. Like, she's come to our house twice and spent at most maybe, like, half an hour each time? Doesn't it seem like if you're going to spend this much money on one purchase you should be able to spend a weekend to see if you like it? It's weird to fork over a hundred thousand dollars, two hundred thousand dollars, more, for a place that you haven't spent any significant amount of time in.
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