Match.com: they advertise 75% off of cruises YES! So, I just met someone on a dating site. Shall we have dinner? Naa, too conventional. Movie? Naa, you can't really talk and get to know each other. I KNOW! Let's go on a cruise and be stuck together on a boat for, oh I don't know a WEEK?, where we can learn all about each other's foibles, problems with exes, restraining orders, etc. PERFECT Where do I sign up. Oh, wait! I already did.....NOT!
So, how many dates does it take until you are ready to go on a discount cruise with someone? Alex told me that by the third date, you can have sex (But, I think it is still pretty soon) So, by that standard, you take vacations together by date....ummm....6? Engagement by 10? Grandchildren by 45?
I am so NOT a 'rules' girl! (You know there is a book called "The Rules" right?)
22.2.07
20.2.07
Why pets should remain indoors...
So, I am perusing ebay (but of course!) for burled wood to make a large clock, blah blah and my kid says: "Hey mom, let me see that website 'whatjeffkilled.com'" (I think I was looking for images of cats and dogs months ago for the Metro Bus ad for SPCA to encourage spaying/neutering and came upon this ....I do not know how to describe it...you'll have to see it yourself!) http://www.whatjeffkilled.com
I am amazed that people say something like: "My cat is my BABY!" Would you let your 'baby' stay out all night and dine on any random wildlife they get ahold of, getting whatever random diseases this wildlife may carry, get into animal fights or risk getting killed on the road, etc? If you REALLY love your pet aka 'baby', for God's sake, keep it inside! And if that is how you raise your babies, do them AND the rest of us a favor and call Spay, Inc. for yourself. Thank you.
I type this as I am sitting on my bed with no fewer than two dogs and two cats at my feet (I cannot MOVE my feet!) and two cats lounging on the floor NEXT to my bed. I think they like the heat up here. ;)
I am amazed that people say something like: "My cat is my BABY!" Would you let your 'baby' stay out all night and dine on any random wildlife they get ahold of, getting whatever random diseases this wildlife may carry, get into animal fights or risk getting killed on the road, etc? If you REALLY love your pet aka 'baby', for God's sake, keep it inside! And if that is how you raise your babies, do them AND the rest of us a favor and call Spay, Inc. for yourself. Thank you.
I type this as I am sitting on my bed with no fewer than two dogs and two cats at my feet (I cannot MOVE my feet!) and two cats lounging on the floor NEXT to my bed. I think they like the heat up here. ;)
19.2.07
Dis iz nod de best weekend to ged sig!
I have so much work to do and feel TERRIBLE: sinus headache, sweaty then chills and general stuffiness. I wonder if PeaPod can just deliver Giant's Italian Wedding soup and maybe some C-Monster by the gallon! Odd thing is: I have lost a few pounds in the past couple of days and am STARVING! J made pasta with squid and marinara earlier and was mad at me that I ate so much of his (honey, here is a tip: GIVE ME MY OWN BOWL!)
Is it too late to call for a pizza?
Anyway, I MUST be better for THIS weekend. And if not, at least I'll have someone who will serve me soup on demand.
Is it too late to call for a pizza?
Anyway, I MUST be better for THIS weekend. And if not, at least I'll have someone who will serve me soup on demand.
17.2.07
...update...lunch was nice & I cannot be bought
Lunch at Clyde's:
He didn't think tap water was good enough for me so made me (!) have bottled Saratoga (?)...anyway, it was fine; as was tap water, honestly.
"French gentleman" is a very pleasant conversationalist and quite flattering. Apparently, je suis tres European: open and free; satisfied with my life, etc. At one point, he asked: "Is there anything you want?"-a rather open question. Fearful that he would try to get whatever it may be (no Kathy, I would NOT say 'sapphires"!: while a high priced one, it would still just make me a whore), so I said
"I have everything I could want".
"Well, what would make you happy?"
"I am actually a pretty happy person."-no shots about my meds, please! j/k
"No, really, what is it that you want?"
"....umm....I really want the snow to melt!"
Which turned into a very brief conversation about the weather, and why he thinks Florida is better then why I would NEVER move to Florida, etc. Whew...I slipped out of that one fairly gracefully.
Afterwards, he asked if I had ever been to the 'furniture store' by Starbucks. I told him there is a Pottery Barn; he said that is not it.
"The artsy store?"
"Yes, that is the one. Would you like to walk down with me?"
"Sure [etc]"
Looking around said art store, he asked what type of art I like; "what do you like HERE?" I do not know how to specify why I knew he wanted to buy something for me, but I did NOT want him to, so I casually talked about the terrible dog head clocks (where the tongue is the pendulum), the tacky mugs with faces, etc., so he knew what I did NOT like.
Back down the promenade, (the town center is like a little village with a 'main avenue' where foot traffic is common and, today, somewhat heavy) toward my car. He asked if I would accompany him to Williams Sonoma. We admired this; we admired that, I laughed at the absurdity of some prices, specifically of the olive wood cutting board that the manufacturer couldn't manage to sand seams smooth (a little alliteration for you!-say THAT fast!). He took a couple of things over to the register as I spoke to the sales lady about the olive wood canister ($129!!!, but it included utencils I didn't want anyway-pfft) As we left, he handed me a bag containing little edamame) (soybean pod chopstick seats I had commented upon as we entered. Very nice of him.
All-in-all, it was very pleasant. I enjoyed the 'date', if that is what you must call it; I don't. I found him and his conversation very interesting, flattering and, for that matter, enlightening. Did you know that, to signal the waiter that you are finished, you place your knife and fork next to each other, along the side of the plate? I countered that I had learned that you cross them in the middle of the plate indicating an X: "I am finished". He said they did it differently in Europe. Je suis une American qui tres vulgar, je crois.
.......
Reflecting: I wonder why I have an issue with things like that: I don't want people to BUY things for me. Odd considering the general concept that I would think I would LIKE gifts, I just never want anyone to think that I would do something for a little trinket that I would otherwise not do: I cannot be bought. Not that that is anyone's intention, I just don't want to feel like I owe. I do know how some European men are: it has happened to me a few times and I have heard stories. I told my friend, earlier, 'he would be more honest if a Kelly bag showed up at my door, with an engraved invitation!" I'd return them both, although I would LOVE a Kelly bag! Perhaps, I'll BUY one.
My mother once told me that HER mother told her: you can fall in love with a rich man just as easily as a poor one. Well, I countered with: "I guess that would make you a whore; a legal one, but one nonetheless." Disappointing of my mother considering the fact that she raised my sister and me to be so independant, but , until she married, was financially insecure and did not own property. Anyway, ultimately, I am sure we all have our price; so far, no offer has been presented that would be sufficient for me to give myself away. Maybe I'll just play the lottery; the government already owns me!
I used to have a fascinating friend who was inspired my awe: of her power. Coupled by an equal measure of disgust. She could get any guy give or get her anything she wanted, including his SOUL, but most often, just a free drink (or five!), which was more important, to her. As one who enjoys being spectator in any psychological study aka "people watching": I found it interesting (horrifying?) that all it took was a slight lean forward in her tight [whatever--they were always tight], a few flattering words and the guy's brain would turn off, making the drinks FLOW, money disappear and souls be eroded. I know this is an exaggeration of my issue above, but I ....and I am not positive why...cannot do this. There are too many factors.
If I want to give something, ANYTHING, it must be because I want to. It will never be because I am guilted into it or, God forbid, PAID for it...those mean I have not chosen to do so, whether it be my time, my money, or .....whatever. Just so everyone knows: if I do something for you, it is because I WANTED TO; and I expect no 'payback'; I don't keep score.
Wow, I really need to get back to work now!...
He didn't think tap water was good enough for me so made me (!) have bottled Saratoga (?)...anyway, it was fine; as was tap water, honestly.
"French gentleman" is a very pleasant conversationalist and quite flattering. Apparently, je suis tres European: open and free; satisfied with my life, etc. At one point, he asked: "Is there anything you want?"-a rather open question. Fearful that he would try to get whatever it may be (no Kathy, I would NOT say 'sapphires"!: while a high priced one, it would still just make me a whore), so I said
"I have everything I could want".
"Well, what would make you happy?"
"I am actually a pretty happy person."-no shots about my meds, please! j/k
"No, really, what is it that you want?"
"....umm....I really want the snow to melt!"
Which turned into a very brief conversation about the weather, and why he thinks Florida is better then why I would NEVER move to Florida, etc. Whew...I slipped out of that one fairly gracefully.
Afterwards, he asked if I had ever been to the 'furniture store' by Starbucks. I told him there is a Pottery Barn; he said that is not it.
"The artsy store?"
"Yes, that is the one. Would you like to walk down with me?"
"Sure [etc]"
Looking around said art store, he asked what type of art I like; "what do you like HERE?" I do not know how to specify why I knew he wanted to buy something for me, but I did NOT want him to, so I casually talked about the terrible dog head clocks (where the tongue is the pendulum), the tacky mugs with faces, etc., so he knew what I did NOT like.
Back down the promenade, (the town center is like a little village with a 'main avenue' where foot traffic is common and, today, somewhat heavy) toward my car. He asked if I would accompany him to Williams Sonoma. We admired this; we admired that, I laughed at the absurdity of some prices, specifically of the olive wood cutting board that the manufacturer couldn't manage to sand seams smooth (a little alliteration for you!-say THAT fast!). He took a couple of things over to the register as I spoke to the sales lady about the olive wood canister ($129!!!, but it included utencils I didn't want anyway-pfft) As we left, he handed me a bag containing little edamame) (soybean pod chopstick seats I had commented upon as we entered. Very nice of him.
All-in-all, it was very pleasant. I enjoyed the 'date', if that is what you must call it; I don't. I found him and his conversation very interesting, flattering and, for that matter, enlightening. Did you know that, to signal the waiter that you are finished, you place your knife and fork next to each other, along the side of the plate? I countered that I had learned that you cross them in the middle of the plate indicating an X: "I am finished". He said they did it differently in Europe. Je suis une American qui tres vulgar, je crois.
.......
Reflecting: I wonder why I have an issue with things like that: I don't want people to BUY things for me. Odd considering the general concept that I would think I would LIKE gifts, I just never want anyone to think that I would do something for a little trinket that I would otherwise not do: I cannot be bought. Not that that is anyone's intention, I just don't want to feel like I owe. I do know how some European men are: it has happened to me a few times and I have heard stories. I told my friend, earlier, 'he would be more honest if a Kelly bag showed up at my door, with an engraved invitation!" I'd return them both, although I would LOVE a Kelly bag! Perhaps, I'll BUY one.
My mother once told me that HER mother told her: you can fall in love with a rich man just as easily as a poor one. Well, I countered with: "I guess that would make you a whore; a legal one, but one nonetheless." Disappointing of my mother considering the fact that she raised my sister and me to be so independant, but , until she married, was financially insecure and did not own property. Anyway, ultimately, I am sure we all have our price; so far, no offer has been presented that would be sufficient for me to give myself away. Maybe I'll just play the lottery; the government already owns me!
I used to have a fascinating friend who was inspired my awe: of her power. Coupled by an equal measure of disgust. She could get any guy give or get her anything she wanted, including his SOUL, but most often, just a free drink (or five!), which was more important, to her. As one who enjoys being spectator in any psychological study aka "people watching": I found it interesting (horrifying?) that all it took was a slight lean forward in her tight [whatever--they were always tight], a few flattering words and the guy's brain would turn off, making the drinks FLOW, money disappear and souls be eroded. I know this is an exaggeration of my issue above, but I ....and I am not positive why...cannot do this. There are too many factors.
If I want to give something, ANYTHING, it must be because I want to. It will never be because I am guilted into it or, God forbid, PAID for it...those mean I have not chosen to do so, whether it be my time, my money, or .....whatever. Just so everyone knows: if I do something for you, it is because I WANTED TO; and I expect no 'payback'; I don't keep score.
Wow, I really need to get back to work now!...
16.2.07
Je suis tres mal!
Je ne comprende pas comment.....oops.....I don't understand how I get myself into these things! You are sitting there, having your chai latte, checking email, considering graphic buttons and tabs, then need to step away to the ladies room (Clearly, I was in public; I call it 'the bathroom' at home)
I came back to my table at Greenberry's and a nice, older (late 40s, early 50s?) French gentleman asked me about my wireless card, "what is the cord?" etc., then engaged me in conversation about (fairly easy since I am chatty): my internet use, shopping, fashion, les Americains et, for that matter, the consumerism of the citizens of the world, box stores, box restaurants, children expecting expensive EVERYTHING, the interference of religion (#1) in our schools and being a parent who sticks by her (in my case, not his) 'guns' regarding not allowing her (me again)son to sing religious songs in public school....blah blah,people, especially politians (#2) forcing their views and 'morality' upon the rest of us, while never defining their own (#1 again), then the fact that Americans are so uptight about alcohol, etc; moving back to education with his comment about overhearing a teacher needing Brazilian music for the soccer team, but could not buy offered CD because of the hint of woman's cleavage on the cover( ...moving to #3)
At this point, I finally broke the steady conversation stream to say that, while it was delightful to get a chance to chat, I really did have to get back to my "random surfing online, ebay checking, email checking, general wasting time", but I used the phrase "work".
Quelle dommage!"
"Tu parle en Francais?"
"Oui, je parle en Francais, mais en peu; pas beaucoup."
"Ah, you have a beautiful accent, though! What are you doing this weekend Care to run off to Provence, drink vin et mange sur les pommes de terre et pheasant avec moi?" (OK, I tossed in that last sentence; I have a vivid imagination!)
"Oh, I need to get the graphic interface drafts done this contract for a Sunday afternoon meeting (completely true! I never lie....oops, but it really is true, this time.)
He said: "Not even a half for lunch?" (who only takes 30 minutes??)
I am SO unsmooth! I tried to get out of it, feigning total committment to this project, etc. It didn't fly. Anyway, now I have to meet this person tomorrow at the Town Center for our half hour lunch, which is impossible ANYWHERE there, except for Lee's Ice Cream or Ben and Jerrys, and that isn't lunch. Anyway, we aren't meeting at either of those places. I see this turning into a couple of hours. C'est vrai: quelle dommage pour moi! Je suis tres pathétique!
Hmmmm.....what to wear to prevent the discussion of #3.... high collar, sneakers, torn jeans, porcupine quills, oh just GREAT!! "Fashion? Sure, I love to shop ebay for expensive shoes and dresses, but the chastity belt I now wear was the BEST deal! $49.95 with $9 shipping." Je suis une cretin! Why did I have to break my wireless card in the first place necessitating this visit to Greenberry's!
...and, for your entertainment, because my unfortunate situation is quite insufficient, you can learn some key French phrases ( I just found this site when trying to find the proper spelling for 'dacors', which I never did find):
http://yoyo.cc.monash.edu.au/~mongoose/french/phrases.html
Examples:
Greetings
"You've put on weight"
"Tu as grossi"(tu ah gro - si)
"Haven't the police found you yet?"
"La police, ne t'a pas encore trouvé?"(la po - lees ne ta pa zen - cor troo - vay)
General chit-chat
"Reality and you don't get on, do they?"
"Le réalité et toi, vous ne vous entendez pas, n'est-ce pas?"(le ree - al - ee - tay eh twa voo ne voo zen - ten - day pah nes pah)
And so far my favorite:
Helping Others
"I'd help you, but I don't like you."
"Je vous aurais bien aide, mais je ne vous aime pas."(zhe voo zaw - ray bien ai - de may zhe ne voo zaim - e pah)
I came back to my table at Greenberry's and a nice, older (late 40s, early 50s?) French gentleman asked me about my wireless card, "what is the cord?" etc., then engaged me in conversation about (fairly easy since I am chatty): my internet use, shopping, fashion, les Americains et, for that matter, the consumerism of the citizens of the world, box stores, box restaurants, children expecting expensive EVERYTHING, the interference of religion (#1) in our schools and being a parent who sticks by her (in my case, not his) 'guns' regarding not allowing her (me again)son to sing religious songs in public school....blah blah,people, especially politians (#2) forcing their views and 'morality' upon the rest of us, while never defining their own (#1 again), then the fact that Americans are so uptight about alcohol, etc; moving back to education with his comment about overhearing a teacher needing Brazilian music for the soccer team, but could not buy offered CD because of the hint of woman's cleavage on the cover( ...moving to #3)
At this point, I finally broke the steady conversation stream to say that, while it was delightful to get a chance to chat, I really did have to get back to my "random surfing online, ebay checking, email checking, general wasting time", but I used the phrase "work".
Quelle dommage!"
"Tu parle en Francais?"
"Oui, je parle en Francais, mais en peu; pas beaucoup."
"Ah, you have a beautiful accent, though! What are you doing this weekend Care to run off to Provence, drink vin et mange sur les pommes de terre et pheasant avec moi?" (OK, I tossed in that last sentence; I have a vivid imagination!)
"Oh, I need to get the graphic interface drafts done this contract for a Sunday afternoon meeting (completely true! I never lie....oops, but it really is true, this time.)
He said: "Not even a half for lunch?" (who only takes 30 minutes??)
I am SO unsmooth! I tried to get out of it, feigning total committment to this project, etc. It didn't fly. Anyway, now I have to meet this person tomorrow at the Town Center for our half hour lunch, which is impossible ANYWHERE there, except for Lee's Ice Cream or Ben and Jerrys, and that isn't lunch. Anyway, we aren't meeting at either of those places. I see this turning into a couple of hours. C'est vrai: quelle dommage pour moi! Je suis tres pathétique!
Hmmmm.....what to wear to prevent the discussion of #3.... high collar, sneakers, torn jeans, porcupine quills, oh just GREAT!! "Fashion? Sure, I love to shop ebay for expensive shoes and dresses, but the chastity belt I now wear was the BEST deal! $49.95 with $9 shipping." Je suis une cretin! Why did I have to break my wireless card in the first place necessitating this visit to Greenberry's!
...and, for your entertainment, because my unfortunate situation is quite insufficient, you can learn some key French phrases ( I just found this site when trying to find the proper spelling for 'dacors', which I never did find):
http://yoyo.cc.monash.edu.au/~mongoose/french/phrases.html
Examples:
Greetings
"You've put on weight"
"Tu as grossi"(tu ah gro - si)
"Haven't the police found you yet?"
"La police, ne t'a pas encore trouvé?"(la po - lees ne ta pa zen - cor troo - vay)
General chit-chat
"Reality and you don't get on, do they?"
"Le réalité et toi, vous ne vous entendez pas, n'est-ce pas?"(le ree - al - ee - tay eh twa voo ne voo zen - ten - day pah nes pah)
And so far my favorite:
Helping Others
"I'd help you, but I don't like you."
"Je vous aurais bien aide, mais je ne vous aime pas."(zhe voo zaw - ray bien ai - de may zhe ne voo zaim - e pah)
13.2.07
This snow blows!
This isn't the pretty stuff that you see on post cards from New England; this is the stuff that coats your car in a pebbly frost that is tough to scrap off with your freakin' Williams Sonoma rubber spatula that you have to use, possibly destroy, because it has been so long since you needed to use an ice scraper that you don't know where it is. (Don't mention the obvious option of the car, because I already checked there) Anyway, I am driving the Rodeo anyway. I just did a couple of donuts in the parking lot at the CVS/Giant; fun stuff! Hey, it is late at night and there were only three cars there.
Back to my rant...
this is the icy stuff that makes school close and your kid complain when you get him up at 10 that there is no reason to get up, then you remind him of the litterbox and the vacuum cleaner and he REALLY complains. [sigh] I guess he didn't want any reasons. SO, tonight, I stopped at Giant to get blueberry pancake makings and sausage. Hopefully, he'll rise in a nicer mood and jump at the chance to do a little drywall sanding....ya think?
Separate topic:
I am excited because I got a call today from an ex-coworker (two co-workers, but this story is about the first)
John was the best manager to work for. In case you don't know, I am a graphic artist/web developer. In the corporate scene, I basically work for EVERYONE there; I jump from project to project, website, marketing materials, tradeshow, intranet, brochures, new business card designs, proposals and logos (has anyone ever heard of BRANDING? They had four versions of the logo floating around and when I say "Pantone" they all look at me funny) SO, I would be working with at least two or three managers at any given time.
John called because he, now working for a consulting firm for digital asset management will be proposing a new system to the Toronto Police Department and needs a business concept, marketing management, peripherals and related graphics. Yawn, yes, I know...to you. But I am thrilled! I actually enjoy contract work because it allows freedom to take a week, month, whatever off. BUT, when on contract, I work like a maniac: 20+ consecutive hours. Not much different than working on a couple of proposals and the Henry Stewart government tradeshow this past October through December. I am lucky that my brain was functioning enough to allow me to convert oxygen to CO2 after working 30, then 20, then 36 hours straight, with less than 8 hour breaks between, which included sleep time!
It is just great to get to work with John and Geoff (who also quick TT)
I also got a call from my ex-assistant. She got the word today that she has been expecting for weeks...the word=budget cuts (two words, yes...picky picky) She seems upbeat about it, though. I promised to format her resume in html so it looks good posted on CraigsList.
Back to my rant...
this is the icy stuff that makes school close and your kid complain when you get him up at 10 that there is no reason to get up, then you remind him of the litterbox and the vacuum cleaner and he REALLY complains. [sigh] I guess he didn't want any reasons. SO, tonight, I stopped at Giant to get blueberry pancake makings and sausage. Hopefully, he'll rise in a nicer mood and jump at the chance to do a little drywall sanding....ya think?
Separate topic:
I am excited because I got a call today from an ex-coworker (two co-workers, but this story is about the first)
John was the best manager to work for. In case you don't know, I am a graphic artist/web developer. In the corporate scene, I basically work for EVERYONE there; I jump from project to project, website, marketing materials, tradeshow, intranet, brochures, new business card designs, proposals and logos (has anyone ever heard of BRANDING? They had four versions of the logo floating around and when I say "Pantone" they all look at me funny) SO, I would be working with at least two or three managers at any given time.
John called because he, now working for a consulting firm for digital asset management will be proposing a new system to the Toronto Police Department and needs a business concept, marketing management, peripherals and related graphics. Yawn, yes, I know...to you. But I am thrilled! I actually enjoy contract work because it allows freedom to take a week, month, whatever off. BUT, when on contract, I work like a maniac: 20+ consecutive hours. Not much different than working on a couple of proposals and the Henry Stewart government tradeshow this past October through December. I am lucky that my brain was functioning enough to allow me to convert oxygen to CO2 after working 30, then 20, then 36 hours straight, with less than 8 hour breaks between, which included sleep time!
It is just great to get to work with John and Geoff (who also quick TT)
I also got a call from my ex-assistant. She got the word today that she has been expecting for weeks...the word=budget cuts (two words, yes...picky picky) She seems upbeat about it, though. I promised to format her resume in html so it looks good posted on CraigsList.
8.2.07
Teeny, tiny technology
Ipod? Mp3 player? Same thing or different. And if Ipod is a brand of Mp3 player, are:
Archos , BenQ , Creative Labs , D-Link Systems , Dell , DigitalWay MPIO , Frontier Labs NEX , Gateway , Iomega , iRiver , iRock , Lexar , Microsoft , Panasonic , Philips-Nike , Polaroid , RCA , Rio , Samsung , SanDisk , Sony (thank you ebay!) all brands of an Mp3 player too? SO MANY CHOICES!
I don't need it to hold 10,000 songs or even 500. I just need it to hold enough to last me an hour's workout or a really LONG walk/run. I am guessing 100 songs would be JUST fine. Any suggestions anyone? Henry Ford was smart when he said: "The customer can have any color he wants; as long as he wants black" or something like that. I feel you, Mr. Ford!
I should have just renewed my Gold's membership when they were offering one for free (sigh)
Archos , BenQ , Creative Labs , D-Link Systems , Dell , DigitalWay MPIO , Frontier Labs NEX , Gateway , Iomega , iRiver , iRock , Lexar , Microsoft , Panasonic , Philips-Nike , Polaroid , RCA , Rio , Samsung , SanDisk , Sony (thank you ebay!) all brands of an Mp3 player too? SO MANY CHOICES!
I don't need it to hold 10,000 songs or even 500. I just need it to hold enough to last me an hour's workout or a really LONG walk/run. I am guessing 100 songs would be JUST fine. Any suggestions anyone? Henry Ford was smart when he said: "The customer can have any color he wants; as long as he wants black" or something like that. I feel you, Mr. Ford!
I should have just renewed my Gold's membership when they were offering one for free (sigh)
Random questions and my answers
1. If you could build a house anywhere, where would it be?
At the top of the Empire State Building; can you imagine the view!?!!?
2. What's your favorite article of clothing?
I have many nice bras and my Prada pumps
3. Favorite physical feature of the opposite sex?
Shoulder
4. What's the last CD that you bought?
Nickelback's Long Road
5. Where's your favorite place to be?
There are too many to classify only one as my favorite, but one that comes to mind is sitting on the steps at the Jefferson Memorial on a warm spring night, full moon, overlooking the Tidal Basin
6. Where is your least favorite place to be?
I get tired of the Vice-Principal's office; I seem to get into trouble often.
7. What's your favorite place to be massaged?
I think I need to know whomever is reading this to divulge that personal of information.
8. Strong in mind or strong in body?
Both
9. What time do you wake up in the morning?
Any ole time; sleeping in is almost impossible for me.
10. What is your favorite sport?
To watch? Ice Hockey To play? Field hockey, tennis and volleyball
11. What makes you really angry?
Hypocrites and liars; when my kid is asked a question like: "why did (or didn't) you...?" and he has a blank stare and no response.
12. If you could play any instrument, what would it be?
I already can play drums, but would like to learn guitar.
13. Favorite color?
Blue
14. Which do you prefer…sports car or SUV?
Sports cars are more fun to drive, but plywood or sheetrock in a sports car is just silly.
15. Do you believe in an afterlife?
I believe we live on through our mortal deeds and in the memories of those we leave behind.
16. Favorite children's book?
"Stinky Cheese Man" a take off of "The Gingerbread Man", but "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" and "How Much I Love You" are adorable stories. Plus anything by Dr. Suess ROCKS!
17. What is your favorite season?
Spring time, in fact, I am ready for it on December 26!
18. Your least favorite household chore?
Folding laundry
19. If you could have one super power, what would it be?
To make time stop, for everyone else, so I could get more done!
20. If you have a tattoo, what is it?
I will never have a tattoo; I may have had one or two from Crackerjack boxes before.
21. Can you juggle?
Projects, yes; Priorities? yes; balls? yes, two at a time. ;)...but I don't think that counts.
22. The one person from your past that you wish you could go back and talk to?
My sister when she reached out to me, when we were kids, during a tough time for both of us and I made the mistake of laughing it off, as I tend to do when something really bothers me; I know how to hide pain.
23. Last movie you saw?
In Theatre? "The Departed"; DVD? "Inside Man"
24. What's in the trunk of your car?
Stuff to go to thrift store; Christmas balls that need to go back to Kmart; a few, probably frozen cans of paint.
25. Which do you prefer, sushi or hamburger?
Sushi is the best, but I make a mean burger because I always use chopped sirloin.
At the top of the Empire State Building; can you imagine the view!?!!?
2. What's your favorite article of clothing?
I have many nice bras and my Prada pumps
3. Favorite physical feature of the opposite sex?
Shoulder
4. What's the last CD that you bought?
Nickelback's Long Road
5. Where's your favorite place to be?
There are too many to classify only one as my favorite, but one that comes to mind is sitting on the steps at the Jefferson Memorial on a warm spring night, full moon, overlooking the Tidal Basin
6. Where is your least favorite place to be?
I get tired of the Vice-Principal's office; I seem to get into trouble often.
7. What's your favorite place to be massaged?
I think I need to know whomever is reading this to divulge that personal of information.
8. Strong in mind or strong in body?
Both
9. What time do you wake up in the morning?
Any ole time; sleeping in is almost impossible for me.
10. What is your favorite sport?
To watch? Ice Hockey To play? Field hockey, tennis and volleyball
11. What makes you really angry?
Hypocrites and liars; when my kid is asked a question like: "why did (or didn't) you...?" and he has a blank stare and no response.
12. If you could play any instrument, what would it be?
I already can play drums, but would like to learn guitar.
13. Favorite color?
Blue
14. Which do you prefer…sports car or SUV?
Sports cars are more fun to drive, but plywood or sheetrock in a sports car is just silly.
15. Do you believe in an afterlife?
I believe we live on through our mortal deeds and in the memories of those we leave behind.
16. Favorite children's book?
"Stinky Cheese Man" a take off of "The Gingerbread Man", but "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" and "How Much I Love You" are adorable stories. Plus anything by Dr. Suess ROCKS!
17. What is your favorite season?
Spring time, in fact, I am ready for it on December 26!
18. Your least favorite household chore?
Folding laundry
19. If you could have one super power, what would it be?
To make time stop, for everyone else, so I could get more done!
20. If you have a tattoo, what is it?
I will never have a tattoo; I may have had one or two from Crackerjack boxes before.
21. Can you juggle?
Projects, yes; Priorities? yes; balls? yes, two at a time. ;)...but I don't think that counts.
22. The one person from your past that you wish you could go back and talk to?
My sister when she reached out to me, when we were kids, during a tough time for both of us and I made the mistake of laughing it off, as I tend to do when something really bothers me; I know how to hide pain.
23. Last movie you saw?
In Theatre? "The Departed"; DVD? "Inside Man"
24. What's in the trunk of your car?
Stuff to go to thrift store; Christmas balls that need to go back to Kmart; a few, probably frozen cans of paint.
25. Which do you prefer, sushi or hamburger?
Sushi is the best, but I make a mean burger because I always use chopped sirloin.
3.2.07
LET'S GO CAPS!
YES! I am going to the game on Sunday! I have four options for tickets. Now, the important question: do we sit high to see the game or do we sit low to see blood and sweat? I'll let J decide! All of the options are near center ice and priced well. Ken, aren't you jealous!?! You can come too, if you can get a flight. ;)Now, the only problem is Lowes: they were supposed to deliver my washer, dryer and water heater today. As far as I know, they never showed (I had to run out to Fairfax to get J from H's) I got the call they were on their way and I was there within 15 minutes of the call. I even had a note on the door, for them, that if I happened to not be here when they arrived to go ahead and take them around to the back deck; that I would be there very soon after.
I called Lowes at 1 (delivery was scheduled between 9 and noon) to say they called two hours earlier indicating that they were on their way. Delivery manager said he'd call back. Two hours later, I called again (not annoyed, but just wondering). He said my delivery was on schedule for tomorrow. He said he thought someone called me. HE is the delivery manager; shouldn't HE have called? I am a bit disappointed in Lowes because I held them to a higher regard than that of Home Depot. All the guy said was : "Sorry, I thought someone called you." I warned him that I have hockey tickets for tomorrow and won't miss the game! We'll see how it plays (delivery not game) out. I see a letter to Lowes in my near future. That doesn't matter because I'll see ten, sweaty guys chasing rubber much sooner!
2.2.07
Get thee to the SALON!
 Wow, someone doesn't look very happy! |
OK, I am not this bad, but I NEED a haircut! So, Christine, the best stylist (Doubletake Salon, Reston, 703.708.0800), can take me at 2:30. Thank goodness. One more perk of having been laid off: I can make last minute appointments in the middle of the day (now, if only I could find someone to share "power hour" at lunch time.)
Unfortunately, I can't get an appointment for a facial at EA with Shahnaz. I can just apply lotion, drink wine and pretend I had a facial, right? Maybe I'll even light a scented candle!
Waxing versus Threading:
If any of you have waxing done (I am talking facial, not...other places) consider threading as an alternative. Wax pulls your skin when removed, causing premature wrinkles. Plus, I have had an inept 'technician' get some in my hair when I had to be at a rehearsal dinner in a few hours. Threading is chemical-(not PAIN!) free. They take thread, like that you may use for sewing, and twist it back and forth across the skin, ripping each hair out by it's root. Fun, huh? Yes, I am a masochist.
There is a place in the KMart shopping center, in Herndon, where you can get your brows or "lip" (we are talking mustasche, Mr. Selleck!) done for only $5 or your whole face for $25. Now, if you have never had this done before, I strongly recommend taking a couple of shots of tequila first! I took my mother once and she was almost in tears halfway through. She wanted to stop, but I forced her to suck it up! She had taken me to lunch beforehand at this great sushi place. So, I like to say: "She bought me lunch and I bought her pain." (Yo Momma!: you need to go again...I'll buy.)
The first time I went in, I was surprised that they did it in the middle of the store. Keep in mind that this isn't a salon; it is an Indian store where they sell saris, and other indian garb, and jewelry. I asked: "Isn't there a backroom where you do this in private?" while looking at the woman torturing the other, whose hands were clamped to the armrests, in a chair, not hidden, whatsoever by a wooden screen. They pointed to the two women and said: "No, you just go there. They just do your face." to which I responded "well, I guess bikini threading is out!" and laughed; she didn't. Oh well.
I must admit that I was a bit disappointed when I had my whole face done. I expected nary a hair to exist (except for my brows), but she missed a ton of the fine hairs. I had this done so that my make-up, for our Christmas party, would be perfectly smooth and 'dewy'. Lesson learned: I'll stick with the brows.
Now, I am off to make the posters to advertise our board meeting next week (so that I can get them ftp-ed to sis to print in four-color because I am seeing her tonight), then to the salon. Ta!
1.2.07
In a pretty good mood...
Odd, for some reason, I have a silly grin on my face. Is it the wine in my glass? Gee, I don't think so. It could be something else...
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