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Thoughts from Babs
I copy all Misty's entries
Friday, May 28, 2004
02:18 p.m.
Well, not all of them, just the quizzes. :)
You are Choleric. Confident, strong willed, and
self-sufficient, you make a strong leader and
delegator. You are the type of person that gets
things done, and motivates others to do the
same. Though generally optimistic, you can be
driven by anger or revenge, and are at times
referred to as both unemotional or cruel.
Cholerics make excellent teachers, athletes,
and military professionals.
Which of the Humours are you?
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It put the "Super" in Super Millionaire!
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
09:37 p.m.
So, I have to admit that I have been watching a bit of Super Millionaire lately. (Hey, I have had some free time!) However, I am not so sure that the design is that much better than regular Millionaire. The questions are still stupidly easy at first and ridiculously hard as it goes on. Regis is still just as annoying as he always was. And, I have to admit that I don't really care whether Joe Schmoe from Alabama has the chance to win one million or ten million. I just don't care that much about Mr. Schmoe's personal finances. However, there is one area where the new millionaire is in fact super. On the old millionaire, everyone who got into the hot seat thought that they were the coolest thing since sliced bread. They felt the need to explain to us why and how they knew every single answer they knew. Here is a dramatization of one of these situations:
Regis: Which one of these stores sells tacos? McDonald's, Sonic, Taco Bell, or Wendy's?
Annoying Contestant: Well, Regis, I know the answer to this question because one time in middle school my mom couldn't drive the soccer car pool when it was her turn to drive because she was too busy sneaking around with my social studies teacher. But, she lied and said that she had a doctor’s appointment so she asked Mrs. Wilson to drive us instead. Well, Mrs. Wilson's son Brian was the nerdy kid who wasn't really good at soccer so we all made fun of him. Like, we called him butterfingers but really, that was a dumb thing to call him because you don't use your fingers in soccer. Anyway, we all hate Brian, but we liked to ride with his mom because she was hot and she always let us listen to the radio station that we wanted to. And one time I remember that "Cold Hearted Snake" by Paula Abdul came on the radio and we all thought it was really cool and then in high school when I was on my first date and we were in the car that same song came on the radio and I thought it was so weird. Oh, and also once I drove through Taco Bell in that car and bought some tacos. So that is how I know that the answer is C, Taco Bell.
Ok, moron, that is not the reason that you know the answer! The reason you know the answer is because EVERYONE who doesn't live under a rock or in Amish country knows the answer! Geez! At any rate, the super people have been much better at refraining from the story-telling and just answering. Except for this last lady, I think she just said she knew the answer was gin because she drinks it all the time with her nine-year-old daughter. Oh, well, I guess there is one in every crowd.
Woodstock: Not just a concert, people!
Thursday, May 20, 2004
09:36 p.m.
So, you hear the word "Woodstock" and most people think of some old weeder hippies out in a field gettin' high and listening to Hendrix, right? Nobody showers for a few days and there is a lot of free love going on.
Well, that's not the Woodstock I'm talking about, people. I am talking about the bird. You know, the little yellow one that is best friend's with Snoopy? If you are a moron and don't know who I am talking about, click on the title to enlighten yourself. Anyway, I love that little guy. He is totally my favorite Peanuts character. I even have a Woodstock shirt. He has many wonderful qualities. For instance, although he only speaks in exclamation points and Snoopy only howls, they totally get each other. They have excellent communication. And they are not species-ist. They are pals even though one is a yellow bird and one is a white and black dog. Woodstock is always up for anything. He plays baseball, he is a scout. This is not just your ordinary little bird, people. Woodstock is almost always all smiles, but he knows when people (or dogs) are trying to take advantage of him and let me tell you, that does not fly. He is one tough little bird when he has to be. I just can't decide if I want a little bird friend like Woodstock or I want to be the little bird friend. I'll keep you posted.
In case you were wondering my feelings on other Snoopy characters I love Snoopy, feel sorry for Charlie Brown, think Lucy kicks ass, Linus is whiny, Sallie is dumb, Schroeder is a hottie (I totally have a cartoon-crush on him) and I hate Peppermint Patty. I don't know why, always have, always will. Oh, and one time when I was little I was Lucy for Halloween. I had the 80's plastic costume and mask that came in the box together and you could hardly see out of. It rocked. But, the dress was not the blue one. It had a picture of Lucy and the others trick-or-treating. I argued with my mom about that because I said that Lucy would never go out with a picture of herself on her dress and that I wanted a blue dress like hers. Needless to say, I was 6 and I wore the freakin' dress that came with the mask. But, I'm not bitter.
Please excuse this delay
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
04:39 p.m.
Life and other things have taken over lately. More specifically, party-planning, the actual party, party recovery, trying to get a new job (no, I wasn't fired, just trying to get one closer to home, and I have an interview on Friday at 1:00! cross your fingers), and strep throat. Needless to say, some of these things have been more enjoyable than others. I should be writing more frequently soon. I know those of you who don't do any work get bored at your jobs. ;)
Another lame quiz
Thursday, May 13, 2004
05:38 p.m.
You are very perceptive and smart. You are clear and to the point and have a great sense of humor. You are always learning and searching for understanding.
Find out your color at Quiz Me!
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I'll be there for you, cause you're there for me too
Friday, May 7, 2004
11:36 a.m.
And almost every Thursday night, we were. For the last ten years of my life, I think I probably only missed about 25 episodes of Friends on Thursday nights, if that. And seeing as last night's episode was number 324, or something ridiculous like that, I would say that is pretty good. I really felt like I lost something while I watched last night. I, like Misty, am not ashamed to say that I bawled. Like a little baby. I cried when they had to take apart the foosball table. I mean, that was almost like a 7th Friend. I bawled at all the Ross and Rachel stuff and I think that I really believed for several moments that they were not going to end up together. I didn't think that the end was a rip-off. I think that it was saying that life goes on, even though things can change between friends. Whenever you get together with old friends, you fall into old routines of how everyone used to act and you end up doing the same kinds of things together, so why has almost every article that I have read on the finale this morning dissed them for doing that? Critics always say that Friends is like a fantasy world where you fall in love with your best friend who lives across the hall. Then, when there is finally a sense of realism, that they're not ending with something sensational, just doing what they did everyday, all of a sudden it's cheap. Well, I don't agree. The fact that Friends was a part of my life in the time that it was, adds to its importance for me. I started watching Friends when I was a freshman in high school because that's when they started airing it. And to look at what has happened in my life between now and then is monumental. Friends has been a constant in all that change, and I am sorry if I get a little weepy over it and if I think that it's not "just a TV show". Friends is ending and I am just now where they started. 24 years old, living with close friends who pretty much are my life. We talk about the same things they did, have the same dilemmas. It is kind of nice to have watched them grow over the last 10 years. It gives us an idea of where we might be in our next ten years. And I think that is kind of special. And no, I am not embarrassed that I cried, or that I might still cry over it later. After all, you're supposed to miss your friends when they leave, right?
Texas = COOL!!
Tuesday, May 4, 2004
08:46 p.m.
I mean, where else can you find people so willing to be wreckless just to get a glimpse of some naked old people? These are not even like, hot college-aged model naked people. These are folks that go to Hippie Hollow. If you are from Austin or are even the least bit familiar with it, you know that HH is NOT the place to go scamming for hotties. This is just yet another fiasco that I am sure causes folks from less cool states to think that Texas is weird. Here is a partial list: Branch Davidian "situation", JFK assasination, y'all, huge trucks, good old Commander in Chief GW, and Marfa lights. Just to name a few. In other news, the personal trainer guy I worked out with today is HOTT, but it is hard to work out with him because I don't reall want him to see me all sweaty or red-faced . . . yet. Ha ha. Also. WTF, One Tree Hill? Why is everyone planning on leaving? Don't make my show suck next season! This is your only warning, WB!
Another story about the kiddos
Monday, May 3, 2004
04:46 p.m.
Sorry to be writing almost exclusively about the kids at school lately, but they are interesting. And don't worry, there are only 17 days left of school, so this will be over soon. Anyway, I have this friend named Madison at school. Madison is cool, sweet, she really likes to hang out with me and she is in the first grade. Usually, Madison spends 25 of her 30 recess minutes poking me in the back over and over again. It entertains her for some reason and that is one less kid for me to yell at about swinging the wrong way, so it is a good situation for both of us. Today, however, Madison decided that I was her dog. Not her dawg, as in her homie, but her dog, as in her four-legged hairy, slobbery pet. She made me hold my hands like "a dog holds it's hands" (dogs have hands?) and tried to get me to fetch a stick whick she threw over and over. Here are some quotes that Madison uttered during recess. Keep in mind that I am laughing at what she is saying most of the time but I am pretty sure that I am laughing for a different reason than she thinks I am.
"You're a Great Dane because you're HUGE!" (gee thanks, that does wonders for the old self esteem)
"You're a bad doggie."
"Look at this tasty stick." (ha ha)
"You want to eat this stick, don't you?"
"WHY WON'T YOU FETCH THE STICK?!?!?!" (screeching and laughing at the top of her lungs because, obviously, I am a grown-ass woman and I am not fetching a stick for anyone)
So, that was how I spent part of my day at work. I am sure that this entry is going to generate a lot of um, interesting hits on my site. ;)
Good to know
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
05:12 p.m.
I stole this quiz from Misty. It's good to know, I guess, but do y'all really think this is me?
congratulations. you are the kiss my ass happy
bunny. You don't care about anyone or anything.
You must be so proud
which happy bunny are you?
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I mean, I care about stuff and people, right?
I thought I taught 2nd grade, not 2 year olds!
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
04:14 p.m.
Today (and all this week, actually) the 3rd, 4th and 5th graders at my school are taking the TAKS. (I didn't say TAKS test because it is an assessment, that is what the "A" stands for and I hate it when people say TAKS test, it is like when people write 1:00 o'clock; you don't need the :00 and the o'clock, stupid, they mean the same thing.) Anyway, since they are taking those, we have to cater to them and we can't go in the cafeteria and we can't go out on the playground and my kids don't get specials. Basically this means that I am with my class solid from 7:40- 3:00 with NO BREAK! That is hard. Usually I get a 30-minute lunch and a 45-minute conference period, but today all I got was about a 3-minute bathroom break. To break up this long day and to give the kids some recess time, we walked them to a park that is next door to the school and let them play. It was there that I was truly astounded by the lack of common sense that some of my students possess. I literally had to utter these words on more than one occasion:
"Do not pick things up off of the ground when you are outside and put them in your mouth."
Hello! Does someone see some potential Darwin award winners in this crowd? Who picks up an unidentified plant and decides to eat it without knowing where it is been or who has done what to it? Well, the answer apparently would be: kids in my class, that's who.
Blast Off!
Thursday, April 22, 2004
05:37 p.m.
So, I have previously discussed how our ghetto ice cream man only plays "Home on the Range" on his dilapidated truck. (Well, actually one time he changed it to Fur Elise but then it was really creepy and I think it scared the kiddies away because it sure as hell freaked me out and I am grown and inside!) Anyway, as I was sitting here checking my email today, I begin to hear strains of music. I tried to listen more closely (stopped typing) and heard an even weirder song than when he had Fur Elise. It was after about 2 minutes of trying to figure out what it was that I realized that it was not in fact, the ice cream man's newest Pied Piper song, but my roommate practicing some song on the flute (hippy flute, not marching band flute) to teach her kids (music teacher). The flute really reminds me of a recorder in the way it sounds and it brought me back to the days of 4th grade when we played the recorder in music class. It took all the self-restraint that I have to not open her door and request a rousing rendition of Rocket!
PS- People are selling jellies again! I'm thinkin' about gettin' me some of those!
Dare to Dream
Monday, April 19, 2004
04:27 p.m.
Today in class we were voting on a new reward to work towards. (Side note: I have recently realized that my expectations for my class are much higher than some of the other teachers'. Their kids run around like crazy heathen chickens with their heads cut off while, comparatively, mine are "normal".) We choose a reward and then write COMPLIMENTS on the board. Anytime another adult gives my class a compliment in the hallway, cafeteria, gym, etc., we circle a letter. When all the letters are circled, they get a reward. So we were brainstorming different rewards and they could vote on them. Now, the only rewards that 2nd graders seem to want are "parties". Only, they think anything can be a party if you simply put the word party after it. Such examples include: no homework party (a party where you don't do homework? I think all parties are "no-homework parties", or should be, at least), hangman party (yeah, I don't know either), coke party (I hope they mean sit around and have soft drinks) and on and on. You get the picture. Well, I was taking suggestions, and of course I have total veto power. Everything was going as usual until one of my boys suggested a "Spin the Bottle" party. Oh sure, I can just see that going off without a hitch. Here's the note:
Dear Parents,
We will be having a Spin the Bottle party on Friday afternoon! Please make sure that your child does not eat any onions or garlic that day, brushes and flosses well that morning and applies chap stick twice daily between now and Friday, so that the party can be enjoyable for all. Snacks are welcome! (no sour cream and onion potato chips or Cooler Ranch Doritos, please).
Sincerely,
You child's Former Teacher
Needless to say, I used veto power on that one. The laws of the universe assure me that as soon as we turned off the lights and got to spinnin', my principal would walk in. Did this kid really think that I would let them have a kissing party? Well, at least he dares to dream. That's more than I can say for the "no-homework-party" kids.
I've got your number, "Wyoming"!
Thursday, April 8, 2004
05:33 p.m.
Alright, so sometimes I have sort of out there ideas. They are not freaky or scary but just the kind of things where you say something, then people stare at you silently for about 30 seconds before someone finally says "Anyway . . ." But this is not one of those crazy ideas. This is a well-thought out theory that I have been crafting for some time. Here it is: Wyoming does not exist. I know you are valiantly trying to think of some way to prove me wrong, but there is none. Have you ever met someone from Wyoming? I asked my parents that question in the car last week when they told me they were thinking of going to Wyoming and I told them good luck trying to go to a fake place. They thought about it for a while and then both admitted that they had never met anyone from Wyoming. Me either, so that is 60 + 60 + 24 or 144 years of experience and no Wyomingites. My dad said that maybe they all just stay there and that is why we haven't met them. Come on people, if you were from somewhere as crappy as they have made this "Wyoming" sound, would you stay there after you learned how to walk, or even crawl? I would say that I don't want to offend anyone by dissing their home state, but there is no danger of that, since, once again, Wyoming is not really a place (try to keep up with me here!). The next proof comes in here: Have you ever met anyone who has shown you pictures from their vacation to Wyoming? Well, neither have I because it is hard to photograph something that is not there! Now, I know that you may be wondering who came up with this whole Wyoming plot and why they would do such a thing. Well, I have some theories on that too: 1) tax fraud of some sort (I haven't worked this out exactly, but I am getting there); 2) politicians want to get more delegates so one of the parties made up the fake state so they could always win it; 3) the witness protection program made it up so that people would have a place that no one had ever been to claim as their prior residence. I am going with # 3. I think that Garth Brooks even knows that Wyoming is fake. Here is a conversation I had with my roomie in the car the other day while listening to "Beaches of Cheyenne":
Roomie: Hey, Cheyenne isn't near any water, is it? How are there beaches of Cheyenne?
Me: No, Cheyenne is not near water because it is in "Wyoming", which is fake and fake things are not near water.
Garth is in on the whole Fake-oming thing and that is the real symbolism in the song, just in case you were wondering.
Ok, I don't expect everyone to believe me based just on the excellent factual evidence I have given so far. So, nay Sayers, here is the real proof. Following are some questions about Wyoming. No one can answer them all because IT IS NOT REAL!!!!
1. Name 5 cities in "Wyoming".
2. Name 3 bodies of water in "Wyoming".
3. Give the history of the name "Wyoming" (you know, like Texas came from the word Tejas, which means friends).
4. Name 3 famous people from "Wyoming".
5. Tell 3 important events in "Wyoming's" state history.
6. Tell me the area code for Wyoming.
Blast from the Past
Sunday, April 4, 2004
10:14 a.m.
While I was on my way home this morning, the radio station made the brilliant decision to play "Escapade" by Janet Jackson. Yes, I turned it all the way up, and yes, I totally rocked out. But, no, I did not have any "wardrobe malfunctions". This probably explains a lot to the person in the green Expedition driving in front of me on Yager.
Unexpected much?
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
06:59 a.m.
Kids: Not as smart as they look.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
04:33 p.m.
As I am sitting at my computer, I begin to hear the faint sounds of "Home on the Range". This is not a new occurrence. The ice cream man in these here parts drives around everyday playing that song to attract obese children to his most likely crack-laced wares. Everyday I yell at him "Get a new ring tone!"
Today, my window in front of my computer is open and some movement out there catches my eye, so I look a bit closer. There are 2 girls, probably anywhere between 10 and 12 waiting for the ice cream man. Only, they are not waiting patiently. They are standing on the sidewalk and waving their arms over their heads vigorously, so as to catch the attention of the ice cream man. Mind you, the ice cream man is only about 10 feet away as they do this and is already pulling over to their side of the street and slowing down. Ok, little porkers, first of all obviously he already noticed you since he is pulling over, not to mention that kids don't usually just stand on the side of the street and look at you. Second of all, you're not signaling a plane to land. The guy is right in front of you. I think he notices you without the go-go-Gadget arms. Weirdos. As an aside, remember that I am headed to New York City tomorrow (if you can call going to the airport at 4:30 AM tomorrow), so that is all the blog love for this week. I will be back next week with "Tales from the City"!
What the heck?
Monday, March 15, 2004
08:47 p.m.
Today while I was fixing my hair, I had to actually leave the bathroom because it was about a billion degrees in there. Hot flashes already?
Packing Woes
Monday, March 15, 2004
09:52 a.m.
It's finally Spring Break (can I get a hell yeah?) and it is seriously zero hour for New York packing. If it doesn't get done before tomorrow night, I don't see it getting done, since we are leaving for the airport around 4:00 AM on Wednesday. I remember the good old days when packing was easy. You're going to grandma's for the weekend and all you really need is your hip, 70's style blue-flowerdy suitcase (which, let's face it, wouldn't hold my arm now) to hold your teddy bear, your latest artistic masterpiece, a spare pair of jellies (in case the ones you are wearing get rocks stuck in the bottom) and jammies (pajamas, to the unenlightened). Now it is a whole different story. You see, I like to have options when I am dressing and I feel that my closet holds just the right number of options for getting dressed. I walk in, I spin around slowly, taking everything in and then I carefully decide which of my 7 million blue shirts I will choose today. It works for me, it works for the clothes and we are all one happy little family. Trying to shrink down my wardrobe into a couple suitcases is damn near impossible. I just keep thinking "Maybe I'll need those 6 halter tops in the rain/ snow 40 degree for a high weather." I mean, I could wear a jacket with them. So, right now I have packed underwear, socks, pajamas, one sweater and one pair of pants. I think I am going to need just a bit more for 5 days in New York. But, I really think that my main problem is that the thought that keeps taking precedence over all the other thoughts in my head is "Hey, I wonder if I could fit my entire body in that suitcase and zip it up."
What's next? Little Red Mommy?
Thursday, March 11, 2004
02:33 p.m.
As we all know, I work with 7-8 year olds. Some of you may not be aware that these are some of the most illogical and irrational people on the face of the planet. However, I know better. Lately my class has been studying about all kinds of fairy tales. They really like "fractured" fairy tales. You know, the ones like "The True Story of the Three Little Pigs", where an original fairy tale has been taking and changed up a bit. Well, we read "Little Red Running Shorts" last week and they all loved it. All was going well until this happens:
Weird Kid # 1: (raises hand)
Me: Yes?
Weird Kid # 1: When are we going to read Little Red Daddy?
Me: Huh?
WK #1: When are we reading Little Red Daddy?
Me: Stare. Stare.
WK # 1: I want to read Little Red Daddy.
Me: I don't think that is a book. Moving on . . .
So, I thought that he would forget about the Little Red Daddy and we could go on about our lives. Oh no. He has asked me every day when we are going to read Little Red Daddy. Now, I don't know about you, but Little Red Daddy either sounds like a reference to the devil, the name of a porno, or a nickname that a guy gives to a very important part of himself. Any way, if doesn't sound like a children's book. But every day he asked me about it so I started to think that Little Red Daddy was a real book. Today, my curiosity finally got the best of me so when he asked, I went to look online. I searched several book sites (too scared of what I would find to just google it!) and of course, I found no Little Red Daddy. Which I informed him and my entire class of, since, by now, they were all asking to read Little Red Daddy. After I told them they were quiet for a few minutes, while I reveled in my victory of being more knowledgeable about books than second graders. Five minutes later, my revelry was over when one kid looked at me and asked "When are we going to read Little Red Daddy?". I give up, people.
Did I miss something?
Friday, March 5, 2004
06:46 a.m.
While watching the news this morning, I noticed that every single person on the news, both anchors and the meteorologist said "Well, we made it to the weekend." Hold on just a second there. Is there something I should know about? Was there a chance that we wouldn't make it to the weekend this week? These people never mentioned anything about that in their previous broadcasts this week. What was going to keep us from making it? A giant meteor headed to Earth? Some world leader's finger poised over the red button? Melting of the ice caps? Invasion by Mars? Because, really, someone should have filled me in. If I had known that we might not make it to the weekend, I would have lived this week a little bit differently. For starters, I would have taken a day or two . . . or five off of work. I mean, if we're not sure about making it to the weekend, I am not going to work Monday through Friday like an idiot. I would have hit on every guy that I thought was cute, not to mention eaten anything I wanted to. Again, if "we're" not making it to the weekend, that implies everyone so noone will even be left to comment on how heavy my coffin is. If this happens again, I would appreciate if someone would tell me, so that I can plan accordingly.
Times 2!
Wednesday, March 3, 2004
04:42 p.m.
Ok, Education Secretary Rod Paige, I can't hide it anymore. You have figured me out. I am the dreaded T word. We all knew that I was a terrorist because I drive an SUV. I mean, that one is a no-brainer. I obviously chose a car with low gas mileage to support terrorist nations just because I think that they are cool. Maybe I like their dress-like outfits, or maybe their cool names, like Osama. I'm not sure what it is, but is apparent that I like them because everyone knows that any American who buys an SUV is a terrorist or at the very least, a supporter of terrorism. Now Secretary Paige has ousted me by saying that the National Education Association is a "terrorist organization". That makes me a terrorist times 2, or maybe a terrorist squared, not sure which. Yup, you got us. Teachers are really terrorists. I mean, the signs are obvious. Both words start with t-e. We subliminally program all our students to support terrorism too. And those seasonal appliquéd sweater-vests? Well, that is our terrorist uniform. We wear them for our suicide bombings. That is what we mean when we say we wouldn't be caught dead in one. But seriously, calling a national organization of teachers a "terrorist organization" just because they don't agree with the ridiculous "No Child Left Behind" act is hogwash. How many months is it until November? All I have to say is "Don't blame me, I am voting for Ho-Ho!" Oh, and sorry for the political propaganda guys. I will be back with more random babbling tomorrow.
imaiM :ISC
Monday, March 1, 2004
10:03 p.m.
Everyone that knows me knows that sometimes I am a bit backwards in my thinking. Lately people have been haranguing me about my new favorite TV show, CSI: Miami. Alright, people, you can stop telling me now, because I do in fact realize that the show is totally a rip-off of the original CSI. I know that the premise for the show, the characters and obviously, the name are taken straight from the Vegas CSI. I know that CSI: Miami is a bold-faced attempt by a money-hungry network to get 2 shows for the creative work of one. Here's the thing, I don't really care. I just like it better than regular CSI. I think the reason is because I saw the Miami version before I saw the Las Vegas one. Therefore, the Miami cast seems like the originals in my brain, rather than the copies. It is obvious to me how much cooler they are than the Vegas lame-o's. The main areas where Miami surpassed Vegas are in the Horatio/ Gil and Calleigh/ Sara match-ups. Gil is a hairy weirdo and Horatio rocks. Don't even get me started on how much cooler Calleigh is than Sara. Sara is a whiny bitch and Calleigh is the coolest person on TV, not to mention my alter ego. And, she is from the south. Nick and Warrick are really the only redeeming members of the Las Vegas cast and that is because they are HOTT! I don't expect anyone to see it my way, I just want to try and explain why I feel the way I do and why I shush anyone who tries to talk to me between 9:00 and 10:00 pm on Monday nights.
Have I been living in a cave?
Sunday, February 29, 2004
06:17 p.m.
Alright, where have I been for the past year and what was I doing? It is obvious that I was not in movie theaters and not watching movies. I just checked out the nominee list on the Oscar website and realized that out of all the movies nominated for something, I had seen one. Not only did I only see one Oscar-nominated movie in the past year, but the one I did see was Finding Nemo. I know I went to the movies last year, what the heck was I seeing? Oh, of course the fine films "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" and "Freddy vs. Jason". Why neither of these had any nominations, I just don't know (note the sarcasm). My March-December resolution will be to have higher standards for my cinematic entertainment. We'll see how well that goes since I do really want to see "The Butterfly Effect".
It's not where you're going, it's how you get there
Saturday, February 28, 2004
12:44 p.m.
Unless, of course, you are a weirdo. I was checking my referrers for this site and noticed some interesting keywords that people are searching that lead them here. My results include: "hott" (6 people), "raunchy" (4), "hoochie" (4) and "hotties" (2). Ok, people, I know what you were looking for and all I have to say is "ha ha, you didn't find it here". This blog is not a smut shop. I do realize that it says something about me and possibly my friends that someone can be lead here by searching those words, but those words just happen to us, we don't go out looking for them. Anyway people, I hope all of you eventually find what you were looking for, even if you don't find it here!
We love the subs . . . cause they are good to us!
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
04:26 p.m.
Ok, so I know that there have to be a ton of you out there who, while watching your daily dose of tv have thought "what the heck are those singing rat-looking thingies"? I, of course am talking about the newest "stars" of the Quizno's commercials. Honestly, I don't really like the sandwiches there much, but those little guys really make me want to go hang out there. Something about that voice, or maybe its the look in the misshapen baby blues, I'm not sure which. But, I am drawn to these things. Not to mention, I do a mean imitation of the songs. The things are kind also. I mean, they say in the song "beware or paper cuts". That is some friendly advertising, if I do say so myself. Anyway, if you are looking for an explanation of these captivating creatures, click on the title of this article. I promise you will be satisfied even more than you are after watching those little guys sing/ play their hearts out just for you.
Fun Quiz!
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
02:57 p.m.
So Steph sent me the coolest quiz today. The title is: "Yankee or Dixie?" I am proud to say that I scored 87% Dixie: Did you have any Confederate ancestors? So, here is the quiz for you to take and try to see if you are as cool as I am. Just click on the title of this entry to get to it. If you want you can leave your results in the tagboard for people to discuss. Enjoy!
Somebody up there hates me
Monday, February 16, 2004
11:33 a.m.
Why is it that my day off is the exact day that the people across the street choose to have their trees trimmed? Not only did they start to trim them around 8:30 this morning when I was still tucked in bed, but now they have moved on to shredding the trees in the street. I don't think that there could be a noisier activity than this. I am amazed that there are any branches left on their trees because they have been shredding for what seems like an eternity. I think that I have somehow offended these people and they have been waiting for a day that I didn't have to work to shred all their branches. They have been saving them up and asking other people to save all theirs just so they could torture me today. I am sure of it. Well, happy freakin' President's Day to you too, people!
Better Headline
Monday, February 9, 2004
03:34 p.m.
Ok, here is the headline I saw online today:
"Fake Birth Control Patch Sold on the Internet"
The first thing I thought was "My God, how horrible! How awful for all those people who bought it and used it and then found out it was fake!"
Then, I re-read it. My thoughts became a little less sympathetic. I am sorry, but I do not think that you should buy anything as important as birth control on the internet. What kind of crack-whores do that? I mean, seriously. If you are too embarrassed to buy that kind of stuff in person, you are not ready to be, ahem, using it.
Headline of the Day, possibly Year, possibly EVER!
Saturday, February 7, 2004
10:36 a.m.
"Girl Dies After Second Head Removed."
I think that speaks for itself.
Busy!
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
04:20 p.m.
So . . . you think I have been neglecting you lately? Well, don't feel bad, I have been neglecting lots of other stuff too. Most obviously would be work. Today would be the first day that I have been here in the afternoon since last Thursday. Unfortunately, I am not taking off for fun things. Boo. Friday I had to take off to go to Rosebud for visitation for my great aunt. Then Saturday I got to go back for her funeral. Let's just say that it was really freaky, considering that she was my grandmother's twin sister. Gah, talk about your own mortality looking you in the face! However, I got to see a ton of my family and they are all almost as funny as I am, which makes for a good time. My great uncle told my sister that she looked pretty good for 40! (she's only 31!) Then he proceeded to tell her that she needed some lipstick. My grandmother's other sister made the same observation about my great aunt (yes, the one who's funeral we were at) and I almost said "Well, I am sure they put it on a while ago, it probably wore off." Luckily, before I let that stupid comment out I thought "what the heck would it have rubbed off on"? Anyway, after hearing about my mom's hilarious exploits as a child and tromping around a cemetary where my aunt told me that she thought that the people with headstones shaped like trees had been killed by trees, it was time to head back to the good old ATX. At least I got Monday off (Yay, MLK!) and so I looked at it as getting 2 weekends: funeral weekend and regular weekend) By the way, for those of you keeping track, yes, this was the 2nd funeral I have been to in 2004. I plan on not going to any more at least until 2005. So, if you were planning on dying this year, please just hold off a few months. It would be a huge favor to me. Thanks!
2004: Year of the Crackhead
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
02:59 p.m.
List of things that I have already done in 2004 that I didn't do at all in 2003:
Get a kiss at midnight
Watch someone pour a drink on someone else
Fly on an airplane
Get selected for "additional security"
Be told 78 million times that I am flying under an Orange Terrorism Level
Go to Midland
Attend a funeral
Meet my too-cute sort-of nephew
Sing "wahh, wahh, wahh, I want some milk and cookies"
Watched a screen saver with someone who was actually entertained by it (hey, he's 2!)
Meet the fattest funeral director in the world (she eclipsed the casket and the pallbearers with her ass!)
Go to a bar with my parents
Leave the bar before my parents!
Get called by my sister at 1:30 when I was in bed
Buy refuse bags while Stephanie told the Lowe's guys we were going to put bodies in them
Rake leaves (well, put them in the bag, anyway)
Get back pictures where there are some I don't remember taking because I was too drunk, not because it has been so long since I took them
Get up at 5:00 am to run in 40 degree weather
Be told (by several people) that I am growing my hair out and they like it this way
Drive my non-dented, fixed from the time I hit the building, car (and love every second of it)
Build a fort out of my bed with 2 unnamed accomplices and then sit in it, watch scary movies and drink
Waste time at work writing blog entries!
Out with the old, in with the new (year, that is)
Tuesday, January 6, 2004
03:12 p.m.
I know, I know. I have been a delinquent blogger the past few weeks. But, the whole no internet thing threw me off. But, now I am back at work so I can write an entry. Today we are wrapping up 2003 (I already archived all those entries) and we will have a rundown of the first week of 2004 on Thursday (when the first week is complete). Let's think back now to the last half of December. The district Christmas party was on the 19th. I made a new friend (one of the maintenance men named Tracko or something) and drank entirely too much Absolut Mandrin and Sprite. Delicious. I think I 2-stepped with my principal too, but I only remember bits and pieces of that. The next night we had our fabulous Christmas party at our new house. The first half was Ebony-style (fancy) and the 2nd half was straight PAAARTY! Steph and Ashlee organized a stake-out of the upstairs bathroom after they concluded that some people were making out in there. So, about 10 of us gathered outside the door and yelled at them to come out. As my friend (and yes, ex-boyfriend) Jason was showing us his lock-picking expertise, the door opened to reveal Jesse and noone else. Quite hilarious. As Steph has hinted, we woke the next morning to a cornucopia of the neighbors' yard decorations (think huge inflatable snowmen and light-up Minnie Mouses) on our front lawn. Eek! We did the responsible thing and tossed them in the yard of the house next-door that is for sale. The next week was of course Christmas. My family and I played a huge, cut-throat game of Nerts and it was tons o' fun. The 26th marked the momentous occasion of Ebony going downtown with us and Sarah trying to school me on the art of eye contact. I am not sure if she was succesful or not. Hmm . . . I don't remember much else until New Year's. I am not a huge fan of this holiday. There is so much pressure to go to the "right" place, be wearing the "right" outfit, hang out with the "right" people and have the "right" kind of person to kiss at midnight. Despite my worries, the evening actually ended up being a success with a cute shirt and skirt, cool time at Cedar Street, fun friends and a swell boy to kiss at midnight (not to mention dance with!). The end of the night was ruined by an unparralled display of crack-headedness, which was quite a downer. Luckily, the rest of the night had been so much fun that we still have fond memories of ringing in 2004 and a funny story to tell about the night. Well, my fingers are tired so, like I said, I will add the 2004 happenings on Thursday.
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