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Thoughts from Babs
Monday, August 2, 2004
12:15 p.m.
Holy cow, when did it get to be August? Seriously, it seems like yesterday that I was getting out for summer and now I have to go back to work this Friday. Actually, can I say "back" to work because I have a new job, so I technically haven't really been to work there yet. But still, summer is over! I guess when I actually think about what has happened, it seems longer. Sarah bought a house, Eb visited TWICE, people got together, people broke up, about a gazillion people got married, I met lots of new people- some nice, some highly annoying (fake Steph from Misty's blog is included in that category- ho), awesome parties were had, less awesome parties were attended. All in all, a filled summer, if not quite a fun-filled summer. Maybe I would feel better if more items on "the list" had been accomplished. Steph (real one), Misty and I made a list at the beginning of the summer of all the things we wanted to do. There are 22 things on the list. We have done 2 of them (and Misty has only done one because she didn't go to the Express game with us). But, we are trying to get another one in on Wednesday, so that will be a bit better. I guess summer has been fun in a different way than we expected. And now, I am kind of looking forward to fall. New job, different clothes, cooler weather. But, I won't say goodbye to summer yet. I am making the most of these last 4 days!
Thursday, July 29, 2004
01:17 p.m.
While watching Good Day Live (we all know I watch it every day, so stop snickering) I made an amazing discovery. Usher was on the show and he introduced his new Usher Debit Mastercard. The card features a picture of Usher from his Confessions CD and says Usher in the corner over the Mastercard logo. My goal now is to find the whitest person I can and get them an Usher card. I am thinking either my 61 year old father (by the way, happy birthday, Daddy!) or my 88 year old grandmother. Can you imagine being a checker at Wal-Mart and having my grandmother hand you her Usher debit card to pay with. It's going to be hilarious. Now I just have to figure out how to get one and how to convince my grammie to carry it and pay for things with it. Any suggestions?
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
03:15 p.m.
In February you all thought I was crazy. When Howard Dean screamed you all thought it was weird. I thought it was great. I said it was about time that someone got excited about something in America. Heck, I was even one of the crazies who voted for him in the primary. I didn't do it because I thought he would win, I did it because I knew he wouldn't and I wanted to vote for him while I had the chance. Today I have been watching coverage of the Democratic National convention and how are all the news people describing it? They say it is bo-ring. They all seem rather disappointed that good old Ho-ho was "normal" during his speech. See, now everyone is coming over to my side. You hear a normal speech and you are upset at the end that there was no scream. I remedied the situation for my family by screaming after every speech. And I have to say, I am sure that we were watching a much more exciting convention than you were. Maybe you should try some screaming while watching the convention of your choice. I am certain you will enjoy it more.
PS- Did you know that Ho-ho was a physician before he went into politics? If he goes back into practice, I am so making him my primary care-giver. Can you imagine going to him when you're sick? "Well, first you're going to go to the nurse and pay your bill. Then you're going to the pharmacy and then you're going home and going to bed. YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Now you want to go to him too, don't you?
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
03:40 p.m.
We all know there are definite advantages and disadvantages to hosting a party at one's home. Friday night definitely proved that again. It was the now-famous blue party (made famous on Misty's blog). Following are some instances that make me like throwing parties at our house.
1) You, as the host, are allowed, heck, you are required, to start drinking as soon as the first guest arrives. Thanks to Ebony this meant that we were able to have a cocktail around 7:00. When more guests arrive, you are allowed to go balls to the wall and really start drinking. Thanks to Zach, this started around 7:30.
2) Nobody argues when your boyfriend decides that he wants to be the bartender. (quote from the night: "Where'd you get that drink?" "The drunk guy in the kitchen gave it to me." aww, that's my boy)
3) Neither you, your roommate, or your boyfriend have to stay sober, because none of you have to drive home. (this can be seen as a good or a bad thing, I choose good)
4) You get all the gossip about what happened (ie, people making out in the kitchen and passing out on the stairs).
5) When you pass out naked in someone else's house it's weird, when you do it in your own bed, it's called "sleeping".
6) When overcome by drunken emotion, you are able to run up the stairs crying and throw yourself on your bed, junior high dance style.
7) You get taken on motorcycle rides.
AND FINALLY . . .
8) You get all the leftover booze!
Thursday, July 22, 2004
12:26 a.m.
And I have only been putting up guest entries (which are very valuable and entertaining) and links to funny stuff lately. I saw this on Good Day Live yesterday (which I watch everyday. We don't have cable, so don't judge me!) I think it is very funny whether you like Bush or Kerry (and Ho-Ho even makes a guest apperance!!) You can also click on the title of this entry to get there.
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
12:19 p.m.
Let me first say that if you wake up at 5:15 and you don't even know what the alarm clock is you need to go back to sleep. I hate to skip the running, but I would rather function. So, this dream happened between my 5:15 and 6 am alarms.
In my dream I was at some sort of Austin music festival where you camp out. I was with my good friends Barbara and Misty. I guess I was taking a shower. I don't know where they were at the beginning. These showers though, look like the shower that is in a regular bathroom, but it's co-ed and you share. SO, I'm in the shower with about 5 guys. I have on a t-shirt and am showering through it however that works. At least I'm not a whore when I dream. These guys though are HOT. They are tall and have dark hair and look like they're smart (one of them had on a sweater vest in the shower - he was the smart one). So, we're just all showering until one of them decides to put the plug in the drain and turn it into a bath and magically it becomes the party shower. One of the guys goes and gets beer and it's totally lining the edges of the shower. I try to brush my teeth but sweater vest man tells me that it's gross to spit into the bath that everyone is hanging out in. Ok, ok. So, about this point Barbara and Misty show up. Misty looks confused at the situation, but Barbara drags her on into the shower. Apparently this shower is huge because after they come in I don't see them. I'm still surrounded by studly guys. So, I decide to condition my hair. I grab the only bottle of conditioner I see on the edges of the tub and it's "06" except some guy who is lounging on the bottom of the tub (yes under the water) says "hey, that's for me" (yes, from under the water) so I hand it to h im and find another bottle. He says that that one is also his and I show him that it says "Suave." I must have been planning on staying in the shower all day if I was using Suave because that does nothing for my hair. And the guy was still under the water. I was feeling a little anxiety about him being under there talking for so long, but I start to flirt with him anyway. He was hot and he had good hair. In my dream I knew that "06" was good conditioner, so I figured he must have had nice hair. Anyhow, just as I start flirting with the hot guy my alarm clock went off. So, if there's guys looking like that at our party friday, you can find me upstairs in the party shower!!!
Thursday, July 15, 2004
03:50 p.m.
I spent about 90 minutes in Wal-Mart with my grandmother today. We had a list that I think included 6 things. She ended up spending $68.45. I remember the total because she took so long to write the check that it is etched in my brain. My grandmother walks v-e-r-y- s-l-o-w-l-y and knows where absolutely NOTHING is in the Wal-Mart. Therefore, she had to ask an associate to help her every time. However, my grandmother is convinced that everyone in the Wal-Mart works there. Several times I had to tell her "I don't think we can ask that person. They don't work here."
My grandmother bought canned ham. 2 CANS! Who eats canned ham? She said she wanted "the kind you can spread on a sandwich". I said "puke". Not really, but I thought it.
While at her house, my grandmother tried to sign me up for the "Christian Singles Association". I informed her that I was not, in fact, single. She also asked my why my cousin's number was unlisted. I said I didn't know and she speculated that it was so "the Arabs wouldn't call her" (my cousin's fiance is Iranian, and apparently, according to my grandma, falls under the category of "Arab"). Most entertaining, though, was when she told me that she recently asked my mom to call her at the same time every day "just to make sure she was wasn't laying on the floor dead." It was a surprise to her when my mother declined. I say good for you mommy!
So, the moral of the story is that, while I love my grandma, she is EXHAUSTING!
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
12:29 p.m.
Has anyone seen the Electrasol dishwashing detergent commercial that has the Jetsons on it? Well, George Jetson is talking to the dishwasher, which can of course talk back to him. I mean, this show takes place late in the 21st century, so I am sure that in about 75 years all our appliances will be able to carry on conversations with us. But, the talking dishwasher is not what bothers me about this commercial. The dishwasher picks up a dish and shows it to George. This dish has already been washed, but it still has food stuck on it. On the left side of the plate, there is pasta and on the right side . . . oatmeal. Apparently people in the future will be on all-carb diets in which meals consisting of pasta and oatmeal on the same plate will be commonplace. Now, I wonder if there was sauce on the pasta and brown sugar on the oatmeal. If there was, that would not be such a tasty mix. But, then again, what do I know about the future, maybe pasta and oatmeal will be all the rage.
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
11:30 a.m.
It came to my attention today that I have less game than my 88 and 1/2 year old grandmother. Don't get me wrong, I knew before that my game was not up to par with my girlfriends, but they are 24! I called my grandmother today to ask her to go to lunch and she told me that she already had plans with my aunt. Ohh, shot down by Grammie! Now, I thought that I would for sure have more plans than her. For starters, and I don't mean to be harsh, but a lot of her friends are dead. She has buried a lot of lunch partners, while mine are all alive and well. Second, I am much more open to talking about fun topics, such as what Cosmo says every man craves, exactly how to give bj's or stripteases, what someone did when they were drunk last weekend, etc, etc. My grandmother's topics are much more toned down, i.e. babies, people getting married, the weather. Now, I love my grandmother and obviously I think she is cool since I was one of the people wanting to go to lunch with her today, but I think I have figured out the reason that everyone is hounding her for lunch dates. She insists on paying. I mean, if I paid for your lunch you all would never turn me down, right? I wouldn't. But alas, I am not banking like she is. So now, I will just settle for being "penciled in" (yes, she said that) for Thursday lunch.
Monday, July 12, 2004
12:25 p.m.
Misty is right. I have been slacking off lately. I have been *ahem* busy with other things. And I am soooo not that girl that leaves everyone and everything else hanging just because she has a boyfriend. But, it's just that this is such a weird situation for me. We spent time together every day from Wednesday- Friday and I never got annoyed with him. I never had to ask Sarah and Matt to tell him to go home. I never had to have Kelsey call him and tell him I never wanted to see him again. I never avoided his phone calls. I never lied to him and told him that friends were in town so I would need to cancel plans. I never insulted him (seriously). I never was mean to him on purpose so that he would say he didn't want to date me anymore. I never told him to "hurry up and finish". So, I guess what I am trying to tell you is that I was nice to him while we were together for 5 days straight. And yes, everything that I mentioned not doing to him was something that I did do to other boys in the past. What can I say? This one is better than all of those were.
Shameless party plug: If you haven't met him yet and you are curious to, he will be at our Blue Party on July 23!
Tuesday, July 6, 2004
12:18 p.m.
Tube with bottom: $12
Case of Bud Light: $10.99 (on sale)
Cheese Cubes: $2.50
Being able to remember everything and fill people in on what happened because you're one of the few sober people out of the 12 on the river: Priceless
I would say that the holiday weekend as a whole was a success! Sunday we went to see Pat Green and friends at Auditorium Shores. Pat Green was awesome, as was Jerry Jeff Walker and Jack Ingram. Cowboy Mouth, however, sucked hard core! The guy was sooo annoying. He kept yelling "I need rhythm, I need rhythm" and "I can't HEAR YOU!!!" over and over again. I don't think he knew that the reason we weren't cheering for his band was because they sucked. The fireworks were awesome though. We got to see the ones over Zilker Park as well as the ones over the river and both were amazing.
Yesterday we went on a mammoth tubing adventure. There ended up being 12 of us on the river, about twice as many people as we usually have. Not to mention that the rain made the river much faster and more rugged than usual. But, there is nothing like watching your new boy get trashed with your sister and your friends. They were all hilarious. We had a few mishaps, but all in all I would say the trip was a success. Now it is back to the grind- meaning that everyone else is working and I am being a bum again. Now I am just counting the days until our next trip!
Thursday, July 1, 2004
10:12 a.m.
I will be the first to admit that during the summer (and at crucial times during the school year) I spend a large amount of my day emailing. It is really the only way to keep in touch with people who are at work all day long, which is pretty much everyone I know but Sarah. Now, when I email a certain boy, everything is fine. He receives said emails promptly and replies promptly. I send those emails to his work address, something like cute.boy@hiswork.com. Get it? Anyway, when I try to email Misty and Steph it just won't work! I try to respond to their dilemmas in a thoughtful and timely manner, but the email I send at noon arrives around 7:00 pm. Which makes me seem thoughtless, out of date, or like I am just plain crazy. It has caused s few misunderstandings. Now, I think I have realized the cause of this. Hotmail and Yahoo hate each other. My email is Yahoo and both of theirs are Hotmail. They send and receive each other's emails just fine, mine are the only problem. I think that these companies are trying to do away with the other. When Yahoo sees my email going out to Hotmail accounts, it thinks "Hmm, better not send this one quite yet." And when Hotmail finally sees my email coming in it thinks "Augh, Yahoo! We better inspect this one really well for viruses and inappropriate words and secret documents from Russian spies."
This is all to get users of one email or another to talk all their friends into coming over to their side. You know "Come on, we'll be able to talk instantly. You get more storage this way. Less spam!" Well, it's not going to work! We like what we have and we are not switching. I can be friends with Hotmailers even though I am a Yahooer. I mean, what is this, Nazi Germany?
Needless to say, we hate this! Sometimes there is a boy emergency during the day and you need those emails to sort things out! Sometimes there are lunch plans to be made for that day and you certainly can't be making them at all hours of the night when you were trying to make them that morning! So, Yahoo and Hotmail, I ask you, I compel you: can't we all just get along??