These are some of the group shots...
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Engagement Party Pics...
I'm going to save you the "better late than never" speech... Y'all should know by now that I'm horrible with this crap.
These are some of the group shots...
These are some of the group shots...
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Jackson on my mind
Do you ever wonder if, when you find yourself thinking about someone, they’re somewhere thinking about you too? I don’t know what is going on with all this dreaming about all these men from my past lately. The other night I had a dream about my father. Not Al but my real father. The biological one. Jim.
I dreamt I was getting married and my mother and I had this long conversation about whether or not I should invite him. Whether or not I should at least tell him. She, of course being the saintly woman that she is, favored the side of inviting him. I did not.
I know what brought this on. I tend to wax nostalgic about these things every year around my birthday. Does he miss me? Does he remember me? Remember he even has a kid? With a spring birthday? All of those questions are foolish really since it was ultimately my decision to end communication between us and yet… I still wonder.
I wonder and I remember.
I remember one summer I flew out to visit and we went straight from the airport to this church picnic on one of the hottest days of the summer. It was one of those Mississippi summer days that you can only relate to if you’ve experienced, right before a thunderstorm. Unbearably hot. Overwhelmingly humid. Still. I was miserable and yet… I didn’t want to complain because I was so happy to just be with my daddy, you know? And then finally the rain broke. Big fat raindrops. Raindrops so big that he joked that if one of them hit me square on, it’d knock me down.
I remember Rapids on the Reservoir. Shoney’s. Po’ Folks. Sunday dresses and big lunches afterwards followed by naps. Dipped soft-serve cones at DQ for dinner. Sweet tea. I remember I used to try and give him “massages” while he sat in the hot tub after playing with me in the pool all afternoon long. That the grass was always too long when I came to visit. The laundry and other chores never done.
I remember a trip to Florida. We went into the ocean and he wore his glasses. We got knocked down by a wave and when he got up his glasses were gone. We looked and looked but we never found them. His wife at the time (Connie?) was so angry with him but I didn’t care – it was like we were conspirators together. We talked the whole way home about how some fish at the bottom of the ocean could now see clearer.
I remember running around the church where Jim was a Deacon? Elder? Something. I would just run and run and run and play ducking under pews and the piano or organ. There were praying mantis. (mantises? manti?) Mississippi has cool bugs y’all. One year when I came out I found out the hard way I was too tall too run under the organ. I still have that scar under my left eyebrow.
I wish that these things were all that I remembered. I wish that I could choose my memories sometimes. Erase the others? Is that naïve?
I dreamt I was getting married and my mother and I had this long conversation about whether or not I should invite him. Whether or not I should at least tell him. She, of course being the saintly woman that she is, favored the side of inviting him. I did not.
I know what brought this on. I tend to wax nostalgic about these things every year around my birthday. Does he miss me? Does he remember me? Remember he even has a kid? With a spring birthday? All of those questions are foolish really since it was ultimately my decision to end communication between us and yet… I still wonder.
I wonder and I remember.
I remember one summer I flew out to visit and we went straight from the airport to this church picnic on one of the hottest days of the summer. It was one of those Mississippi summer days that you can only relate to if you’ve experienced, right before a thunderstorm. Unbearably hot. Overwhelmingly humid. Still. I was miserable and yet… I didn’t want to complain because I was so happy to just be with my daddy, you know? And then finally the rain broke. Big fat raindrops. Raindrops so big that he joked that if one of them hit me square on, it’d knock me down.
I remember Rapids on the Reservoir. Shoney’s. Po’ Folks. Sunday dresses and big lunches afterwards followed by naps. Dipped soft-serve cones at DQ for dinner. Sweet tea. I remember I used to try and give him “massages” while he sat in the hot tub after playing with me in the pool all afternoon long. That the grass was always too long when I came to visit. The laundry and other chores never done.
I remember a trip to Florida. We went into the ocean and he wore his glasses. We got knocked down by a wave and when he got up his glasses were gone. We looked and looked but we never found them. His wife at the time (Connie?) was so angry with him but I didn’t care – it was like we were conspirators together. We talked the whole way home about how some fish at the bottom of the ocean could now see clearer.
I remember running around the church where Jim was a Deacon? Elder? Something. I would just run and run and run and play ducking under pews and the piano or organ. There were praying mantis. (mantises? manti?) Mississippi has cool bugs y’all. One year when I came out I found out the hard way I was too tall too run under the organ. I still have that scar under my left eyebrow.
I wish that these things were all that I remembered. I wish that I could choose my memories sometimes. Erase the others? Is that naïve?
Happy Birthday Shawn!
Today is Shawn's Birthday... And if he's going to call me "Crazy Lady" well then... I'm going to act crazy! And announce his birthday to the blogosphere!
And also post pictures!
*ahem*
So here we have Shawn acting like a typical mature older brother...
And here we have him demonstrating his Jenga Master skills... Notice the sunburn? He actually WANTED that sunburn and WORKED darn hard I hear at getting it. Yeah. Crazy east coast folk.
And well... Okay that's it. Cause well y'all know. I don't REALLY want to be mean or anything... Just maybe a little embarrassing. :)
So... Happy Birthday Shawn!
And also?
August ain't that far away buddy.
I'm just saying is all...
And also post pictures!
*ahem*
So here we have Shawn acting like a typical mature older brother...
And here we have him demonstrating his Jenga Master skills... Notice the sunburn? He actually WANTED that sunburn and WORKED darn hard I hear at getting it. Yeah. Crazy east coast folk.
And well... Okay that's it. Cause well y'all know. I don't REALLY want to be mean or anything... Just maybe a little embarrassing. :)
So... Happy Birthday Shawn!
And also?
August ain't that far away buddy.
I'm just saying is all...
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Contradiction
I want to be his Angel. I want to be treated like I’m something sacred, someone special, precious. I want to be the light in his eye. I’d like, just once, to wake up and catch him watching me sleep. I’d like to hear the words. I want to know that he respects me, that I’m the one he chooses. It’s nice that his friends and family think “I’m a great girl”. It’d be better if he thought that. I want to be called “Angel”.
But…?
I want to be best friend. I want to be buddy. I want “let’s have fun”, “catch a game”, “grab a beer”. I hate being defined as the girlfriend. I want to be friends first and foremost. And I don’t like being pissed on. Affection is fine. But people know I have a man, it doesn’t take his hand on my ass 24/7 to remind them. I love that he gets that. I want to be equals. Be independent.
I know I’m complicated. Can’t I have both?
But…?
I want to be best friend. I want to be buddy. I want “let’s have fun”, “catch a game”, “grab a beer”. I hate being defined as the girlfriend. I want to be friends first and foremost. And I don’t like being pissed on. Affection is fine. But people know I have a man, it doesn’t take his hand on my ass 24/7 to remind them. I love that he gets that. I want to be equals. Be independent.
I know I’m complicated. Can’t I have both?
Monday, April 03, 2006
What am I saving again?
You know it’s not going to be a good morning when the phone rings at 7:40 as you are walking out the door, coffee in hand and on the other end it’s work wondering where in the heck you are because it is, in fact, 8:40.
Stupid Daylight Savings Time.
I suppose that’s what I get for not really leaving the house this weekend.
I had a dream about my ex the other night. THE ex. You know, the one we all have… The one who has had way more influence over us than we care to admit. I know it’s because I ran in to some people from high school Saturday night at the bar and they mentioned him. It’s funny because even though he wasn’t there his disdain for me was plain.
Have you ever known yourself to be hated? Ever looked into someone’s eyes and seen pure hatred and disgust looking back at you? I hate that this still bothers me. Now. More than 10 years after we began dating and almost 6 since it ended. How do you turn love into hate?
We used to talk about that song by Third Eye Blind. The lyrics go like this:
I wonder how's it going to be
When it goes down
How's it going to be
When you're not around
How's it going to be
When you found out there was nothing
Between you and me
Cause I don't care
How's it going to be
And how's it going to be
When you don't know me anymore
And how's it going to be
Why is it that now that it’s all true and he doesn’t know me anymore that I still feel guilty for the contempt he holds me in? Because it’s my fault. Really it is. And I still feel the anger. I still feel the sadness I felt when I realized that somehow I had gone from friend to foe.
I think the thing that angers me the most is that I AM different. I HAVE changed. I am no longer the scared little girl, so desperate to please everyone that I’d do anything, anything to gain acceptance. I’ve learned to stand on my own. I have friends that accept me as I am. I have honesty in my life now. I am honest about who I am, what I have done, my short comings, my faults, they are all out there, on the table, ready for viewing, for inspection. And the past stays in the past. Dead and buried. Forgotten.
Most of the time.
**Just go ahead and file this under birthday blues related introspection – k?**
Stupid Daylight Savings Time.
I suppose that’s what I get for not really leaving the house this weekend.
I had a dream about my ex the other night. THE ex. You know, the one we all have… The one who has had way more influence over us than we care to admit. I know it’s because I ran in to some people from high school Saturday night at the bar and they mentioned him. It’s funny because even though he wasn’t there his disdain for me was plain.
Have you ever known yourself to be hated? Ever looked into someone’s eyes and seen pure hatred and disgust looking back at you? I hate that this still bothers me. Now. More than 10 years after we began dating and almost 6 since it ended. How do you turn love into hate?
We used to talk about that song by Third Eye Blind. The lyrics go like this:
I wonder how's it going to be
When it goes down
How's it going to be
When you're not around
How's it going to be
When you found out there was nothing
Between you and me
Cause I don't care
How's it going to be
And how's it going to be
When you don't know me anymore
And how's it going to be
Why is it that now that it’s all true and he doesn’t know me anymore that I still feel guilty for the contempt he holds me in? Because it’s my fault. Really it is. And I still feel the anger. I still feel the sadness I felt when I realized that somehow I had gone from friend to foe.
I think the thing that angers me the most is that I AM different. I HAVE changed. I am no longer the scared little girl, so desperate to please everyone that I’d do anything, anything to gain acceptance. I’ve learned to stand on my own. I have friends that accept me as I am. I have honesty in my life now. I am honest about who I am, what I have done, my short comings, my faults, they are all out there, on the table, ready for viewing, for inspection. And the past stays in the past. Dead and buried. Forgotten.
Most of the time.
**Just go ahead and file this under birthday blues related introspection – k?**
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Must love... Babies?
I think I must be a bad person.
Seriously y’all. No joke. You know how you always watch those made for TV crime movies and you can always tell who the bad guys are because the kids or the pets instinctively don’t trust them? The logic being that if the innocents sense something is wrong with them they must be bad right?
So let me just share with you the events that just took place here in my office. A co-worker recently had a baby and she brought the kid in for a visit. (Don’t even get me started on why people do this… Whole ‘nother post! Anyway…) Another banker, a friend of mine, is walking around with the kid showing him (her?) off to people. Now I can hear the progress around the floor. People are exclaiming and making comments about how “cute” and “big” he/she* is. The kid is cooing and making generally happy sounding baby-type noises.
Then the kid gets to me. I turn around in my seat all prepared to make the appropriate fuss when…
Screaming!
Screaming bloody freaking murder! High pitched, dogs are yowling blocks away and co-workers are wondering if I have somehow managed to ABUSE the baby in the 0.6 seconds it has been in my line of vision, screaming.
Seriously.
All around me I hear a chorus of “what’s wrong?” and “what happened?” As I sit there in stunned silence and my friend looks at me with a look that can only be described as sheer amusement as he backs slowly out of my cube, clutching the baby to his chest and says, “it’s okay, Tiffany scared the baby. She’s scary!”
Thanks buddy.
But y’all? This isn’t the first time! I’ve maybe scared babies before…
Like when TheBoy’s best friend and his wife invited us up to meet their newborn son last year. Now we were having enough of a hard time adjusting to the fact that they had gone off and gotten all legalized and married and stuff. Then they went and bought a house. And then they actually made a conscious decision to get pregnant and, roughly 1.4 seconds later they were. So I won’t lie and say we weren’t a little weirded out to be going up to visit our friends and, you know, hang out with their KID! But I think we hid it well.
Until the mom looked at me and without even the slightest hint of sarcasm goes… “you wanna hold him?” Uhhh… Have you met me? But what was I supposed to do? Tell her I was afraid to because I might… say, DROP her KID?? That would be implying I was an irresponsible adult! Apparently I hesitated long enough because she suggested I could maybe hold him while sitting down. Bless that woman! So we moved over to the couch and she kind of laid the kid in my lap.
THEN. SHE. LEFT. THE. ROOM.
Yeah. What the hell?!?!?! And you know what happened after that?
Yep. The kid started screaming. But does mom come back? Nope. Turns out she had to use the ladies room and had been waiting like all day… But thankfully after a few minutes of me pleading with the kid to
PleaseBeQuiet
and
CoolAuntTiffyWouldGiveHimIceCreamIfHeHadTeeth
and
Wouldn’tHeLikeANiceBeer
also maybe a few
ShutTheFuckUpPleasePrettyPlease**
his daddy DID come in to see who was torturing his son.
Followed by TheBoy who thought the whole thing was hilarious. Interestingly he’s much better with this whole baby thing than he lets on. News to me!
I would also like to point out that TheBoy’s best friend and his wife had also gotten a brand new kitten that weekend we were visiting. I mean t-tiny, maybe 4 weeks old, abandoned kitten that they were rescuing. I am happy to say that the kitten took to me like white on rice and practically tried to stow away in my backpack for the trip home.
So I’m maybe not a serial killer after all if the animals don’t hate me right?
*I am a bad person – I didn’t pay attention to the announcement y’all – I’m sorry!
**Not my finest moment okay? Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Seriously y’all. No joke. You know how you always watch those made for TV crime movies and you can always tell who the bad guys are because the kids or the pets instinctively don’t trust them? The logic being that if the innocents sense something is wrong with them they must be bad right?
So let me just share with you the events that just took place here in my office. A co-worker recently had a baby and she brought the kid in for a visit. (Don’t even get me started on why people do this… Whole ‘nother post! Anyway…) Another banker, a friend of mine, is walking around with the kid showing him (her?) off to people. Now I can hear the progress around the floor. People are exclaiming and making comments about how “cute” and “big” he/she* is. The kid is cooing and making generally happy sounding baby-type noises.
Then the kid gets to me. I turn around in my seat all prepared to make the appropriate fuss when…
Screaming!
Screaming bloody freaking murder! High pitched, dogs are yowling blocks away and co-workers are wondering if I have somehow managed to ABUSE the baby in the 0.6 seconds it has been in my line of vision, screaming.
Seriously.
All around me I hear a chorus of “what’s wrong?” and “what happened?” As I sit there in stunned silence and my friend looks at me with a look that can only be described as sheer amusement as he backs slowly out of my cube, clutching the baby to his chest and says, “it’s okay, Tiffany scared the baby. She’s scary!”
Thanks buddy.
But y’all? This isn’t the first time! I’ve maybe scared babies before…
Like when TheBoy’s best friend and his wife invited us up to meet their newborn son last year. Now we were having enough of a hard time adjusting to the fact that they had gone off and gotten all legalized and married and stuff. Then they went and bought a house. And then they actually made a conscious decision to get pregnant and, roughly 1.4 seconds later they were. So I won’t lie and say we weren’t a little weirded out to be going up to visit our friends and, you know, hang out with their KID! But I think we hid it well.
Until the mom looked at me and without even the slightest hint of sarcasm goes… “you wanna hold him?” Uhhh… Have you met me? But what was I supposed to do? Tell her I was afraid to because I might… say, DROP her KID?? That would be implying I was an irresponsible adult! Apparently I hesitated long enough because she suggested I could maybe hold him while sitting down. Bless that woman! So we moved over to the couch and she kind of laid the kid in my lap.
THEN. SHE. LEFT. THE. ROOM.
Yeah. What the hell?!?!?! And you know what happened after that?
Yep. The kid started screaming. But does mom come back? Nope. Turns out she had to use the ladies room and had been waiting like all day… But thankfully after a few minutes of me pleading with the kid to
PleaseBeQuiet
and
CoolAuntTiffyWouldGiveHimIceCreamIfHeHadTeeth
and
Wouldn’tHeLikeANiceBeer
also maybe a few
ShutTheFuckUpPleasePrettyPlease**
his daddy DID come in to see who was torturing his son.
Followed by TheBoy who thought the whole thing was hilarious. Interestingly he’s much better with this whole baby thing than he lets on. News to me!
I would also like to point out that TheBoy’s best friend and his wife had also gotten a brand new kitten that weekend we were visiting. I mean t-tiny, maybe 4 weeks old, abandoned kitten that they were rescuing. I am happy to say that the kitten took to me like white on rice and practically tried to stow away in my backpack for the trip home.
So I’m maybe not a serial killer after all if the animals don’t hate me right?
*I am a bad person – I didn’t pay attention to the announcement y’all – I’m sorry!
**Not my finest moment okay? Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Big Sur (updated photos)
This weekend TheBoy and I packed two days worth of dry and warm clothing, food and some booze (because y’all – it’s us we’re talking about here) into two backpacks that I could easily climb inside of myself and set off for a weekend hike at the beautiful Northern California coast. Honestly, at the beginning of last week we weren’t sure we were going to be able to go at all because the weatherman was forecasting rainstorms straight through the weekend and while I do like to backpack I am not such a huge fan of rain.
I actually used to backpack a lot in high school. In fact I even belonged to a club for a very short time through the recreation center that organized overnight trips for local teens to various destinations around the bay area. Mainly Big Sur but some other areas as well. I’ll be honest… I think I enjoyed the dichotomy of me, the varsity cheerleader with long blonde hair in French braid pig-tails and manicured nails out there kicking ass on the trails as much as the actual hiking and nature. I remember this one hike I pulled up in my car, a teal green Saturn with pom poms lining the rear window, and started pulling my gear out of the trunk and these two mean granola-type girls turned to these, equally granola-y, guys they were with and said (very loudly and VERY rudely) “who invited Barbie”.
I REALLY, REALLY enjoyed passing them on the trails later that day. Bitches. But of course I sweetly offered one of them some water and a granola (ha) bar when she couldn’t keep up later in the afternoon. Kill them with kindness my Mama always said…
Ahhh the younger days… Needless to say I wasn’t doing much passing of anyone on the trails this past weekend! Nothing is quite as humbling as working really hard and feeling like you’re in really good shape and then going out and testing yourself to realize that… well… you just aren’t. Nope. Man I am SORE today! And I don’t mean like a few sore muscles and wow that was a good work-out. I mean I am waddling sore! Planning my day around minimizing how many times I need to get up from my desk sore!
Though I did have an epiphany at one point that I fully blame on lack of calories to the brain... It goes like this. My pack weighed roughly 45 pounds so together that is maybe only 8 or 9 pounds MORE than what I weighed at my heaviest a couple years ago! Scary! No wonder I was so miserable. I can’t believe how far I’ve come y’all. Really it helps to put things in to perspective sometimes. Also, I think I’ve come to a point where I need to put a firm end weight on this diet thing. I’ve avoided doing it because I’ve wanted to see how I’d feel and what I’d look like and such but I’m in to the home stretch and I want to be able to set a final goal and have something to work for. So stay tuned. I may or may not announce my final goal here. (How is THAT for vague?!?!)
Anywho, Big Sur was awesome! I forget how beautiful California really is sometimes. I really am fortunate to have been able to live here for as long as I have. Between the affordable housing prices* and the stellar traffic** it’s easy to overlook the natural beauty that is just a short drive from here.
And while the exercise and fresh air was good for the body, a little R & R and quiet time alone with my man was good for the soul. You know? Because sometimes it gets too easy to overlook each other…
*Sarcasm
**More sarcasm
**PHOTOS**
This was a little "stream" we had to cross at the beginning of the hike. The log was actually the best way across believe it or not.
TheBoy WOULD. NOT. KISS. the banana slug! Have you ever heard of anything so cute?!?! I thought that was like a California kid's coming of age ritual...? I think I'd lived here all of 4 months before I'd done it! So sad.
Here's me with a teeny tiny waterfall off to the left... The canyon was beautiful y'all. This picture can't do it justice. Amazing.
Okay I have a couple more photos but Blogger is being a pain in my ass! So I'll try to upload some more tomorrow! :)
** MORE PHOTOS**
The waterfall was BEAUTIFUL! And I have no idea how we missed it on the way in except that it was kind of hidden behind this cliff thing. And we were exhausted.
This is another picture of the canyon... We were hiking along this teeny tiny ridge and this canyon was immense! Really these photos don't do it justice. The Big Sur river was WAY below us (~1200' or so) but we could still hear it from time to time and the wind was rushing by... It was so peaceful up there y'all.
This is a picture of our little camp. We were going to go down to another camp site entirely but about a mile before we got there we started getting passed by all these little boys. Like DOZENS of them! Sure enough - boy scouts. So we decided to stop here instead. Because... Y'all know... I'm maybe a little... inappropriate for young boys. I'm just saying...
Here's a close up of us by the fire... Nevermind that we look a little tired! Did I mention it was a 6 HOUR hike in?!?!? No? How quickly one forgets!
Also, did y'all know that wet wood actually boils? Me neither!
I actually used to backpack a lot in high school. In fact I even belonged to a club for a very short time through the recreation center that organized overnight trips for local teens to various destinations around the bay area. Mainly Big Sur but some other areas as well. I’ll be honest… I think I enjoyed the dichotomy of me, the varsity cheerleader with long blonde hair in French braid pig-tails and manicured nails out there kicking ass on the trails as much as the actual hiking and nature. I remember this one hike I pulled up in my car, a teal green Saturn with pom poms lining the rear window, and started pulling my gear out of the trunk and these two mean granola-type girls turned to these, equally granola-y, guys they were with and said (very loudly and VERY rudely) “who invited Barbie”.
I REALLY, REALLY enjoyed passing them on the trails later that day. Bitches. But of course I sweetly offered one of them some water and a granola (ha) bar when she couldn’t keep up later in the afternoon. Kill them with kindness my Mama always said…
Ahhh the younger days… Needless to say I wasn’t doing much passing of anyone on the trails this past weekend! Nothing is quite as humbling as working really hard and feeling like you’re in really good shape and then going out and testing yourself to realize that… well… you just aren’t. Nope. Man I am SORE today! And I don’t mean like a few sore muscles and wow that was a good work-out. I mean I am waddling sore! Planning my day around minimizing how many times I need to get up from my desk sore!
Though I did have an epiphany at one point that I fully blame on lack of calories to the brain... It goes like this. My pack weighed roughly 45 pounds so together that is maybe only 8 or 9 pounds MORE than what I weighed at my heaviest a couple years ago! Scary! No wonder I was so miserable. I can’t believe how far I’ve come y’all. Really it helps to put things in to perspective sometimes. Also, I think I’ve come to a point where I need to put a firm end weight on this diet thing. I’ve avoided doing it because I’ve wanted to see how I’d feel and what I’d look like and such but I’m in to the home stretch and I want to be able to set a final goal and have something to work for. So stay tuned. I may or may not announce my final goal here. (How is THAT for vague?!?!)
Anywho, Big Sur was awesome! I forget how beautiful California really is sometimes. I really am fortunate to have been able to live here for as long as I have. Between the affordable housing prices* and the stellar traffic** it’s easy to overlook the natural beauty that is just a short drive from here.
And while the exercise and fresh air was good for the body, a little R & R and quiet time alone with my man was good for the soul. You know? Because sometimes it gets too easy to overlook each other…
*Sarcasm
**More sarcasm
**PHOTOS**
This was a little "stream" we had to cross at the beginning of the hike. The log was actually the best way across believe it or not.
TheBoy WOULD. NOT. KISS. the banana slug! Have you ever heard of anything so cute?!?! I thought that was like a California kid's coming of age ritual...? I think I'd lived here all of 4 months before I'd done it! So sad.
Here's me with a teeny tiny waterfall off to the left... The canyon was beautiful y'all. This picture can't do it justice. Amazing.
Okay I have a couple more photos but Blogger is being a pain in my ass! So I'll try to upload some more tomorrow! :)
** MORE PHOTOS**
The waterfall was BEAUTIFUL! And I have no idea how we missed it on the way in except that it was kind of hidden behind this cliff thing. And we were exhausted.
This is another picture of the canyon... We were hiking along this teeny tiny ridge and this canyon was immense! Really these photos don't do it justice. The Big Sur river was WAY below us (~1200' or so) but we could still hear it from time to time and the wind was rushing by... It was so peaceful up there y'all.
This is a picture of our little camp. We were going to go down to another camp site entirely but about a mile before we got there we started getting passed by all these little boys. Like DOZENS of them! Sure enough - boy scouts. So we decided to stop here instead. Because... Y'all know... I'm maybe a little... inappropriate for young boys. I'm just saying...
Here's a close up of us by the fire... Nevermind that we look a little tired! Did I mention it was a 6 HOUR hike in?!?!? No? How quickly one forgets!
Also, did y'all know that wet wood actually boils? Me neither!
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Trivialities
I was listening to my favorite radio show this morning on my way in to work and the DJs were talking about various songs that had words in them that were funny. Sometimes you think that song writers must have a good sense of humor when they are sitting down to write lyrics.
So smile for a while and let's be jolly:
Love shouldn't be so melancholy.
Come along and share the good times while we can.
From Rose Garden by Lynn Anderson. I mean really. How can you not love a song where they rhyme “jolly” with “melancholy”? It’s genius, pure genius.
Lookin' back now I can see me
And oh, man did I look cheesy
But I wouldn't trade those days for nothin'
It was 1980-something
From 19-Something by Mark Wills. I thought this was fitting given my upcoming 80’s themed birthday… And the fact that “cheesy” is my favorite adjective ever! Seriously this song never fails to make me laugh.
So smile for a while and let's be jolly:
Love shouldn't be so melancholy.
Come along and share the good times while we can.
From Rose Garden by Lynn Anderson. I mean really. How can you not love a song where they rhyme “jolly” with “melancholy”? It’s genius, pure genius.
Lookin' back now I can see me
And oh, man did I look cheesy
But I wouldn't trade those days for nothin'
It was 1980-something
From 19-Something by Mark Wills. I thought this was fitting given my upcoming 80’s themed birthday… And the fact that “cheesy” is my favorite adjective ever! Seriously this song never fails to make me laugh.
Seven Deadly Sins
| Greed: | Low | |
| Gluttony: | Medium | |
| Wrath: | Low | |
| Sloth: | Low | |
| Envy: | Very Low | |
| Lust: | Low | |
| Pride: | Very Low |
Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Randomness
* I am having a bad hair day. This in and of itself is not news because my hair has a mind of its own and generally commences unruly behavior 12 minutes after I’ve left the house. Coincidently 12 minutes is roughly half as long as it takes me to beat my hair into submission each morning. The world is cruel and unjust y’all. No, the bad hair day is news only because up until about 3 minutes ago I THOUGHT I was having a good hair day. I was wrong. So so wrong.
* I just spent 20 minutes in the first floor ladies room because it seems to be the only room in my office building where the heater is working. Never mind that I am dressed inappropriately for the weather. The sun is shining outside therefore it MUST be warm right? Right?
* I think I have successfully made it out of the break in period of my new migraine medication. I no longer feel like I’m walking around with my head in the clouds and I’ve regained a slight appetite. Does this mean I’ve stopped losing weight? Damn it! I really was enjoying that side effect! I also have not had a migraine in 12 days. Wahoo! Now all together now let’s knock on wood…
* I’m not quite sure how this happened but I somehow made it all the way to (almost) 27 without quite realizing what veal was. I pointed to a recipe in Gourmet (or was it Bon Appetit?) magazine this weekend and said to TheBoy “does this sound good?” He then looked at me with a horrified expression and offered an (extremely guarded turns out) explanation of what veal is. Being the curious sort that I am I did a Google search first thing Monday morning for the whole story… BIG MISTAKE! I am, perhaps, permanently scarred.
* Last week the boss and I ordered Chinese food for lunch. I don’t like fortune cookies so I never eat them but I do usually break one open just to see what “words of wisdom” or, y’all know, lottery numbers they’re going to offer. The one I chose to open said “You are heading to a land of sunshine and relaxation.” I have it sitting by my monitor where I can see it every day to remind me that it’s only 14 weeks until Liz and I leave for MAUI!!
* I just spent 20 minutes in the first floor ladies room because it seems to be the only room in my office building where the heater is working. Never mind that I am dressed inappropriately for the weather. The sun is shining outside therefore it MUST be warm right? Right?
* I think I have successfully made it out of the break in period of my new migraine medication. I no longer feel like I’m walking around with my head in the clouds and I’ve regained a slight appetite. Does this mean I’ve stopped losing weight? Damn it! I really was enjoying that side effect! I also have not had a migraine in 12 days. Wahoo! Now all together now let’s knock on wood…
* I’m not quite sure how this happened but I somehow made it all the way to (almost) 27 without quite realizing what veal was. I pointed to a recipe in Gourmet (or was it Bon Appetit?) magazine this weekend and said to TheBoy “does this sound good?” He then looked at me with a horrified expression and offered an (extremely guarded turns out) explanation of what veal is. Being the curious sort that I am I did a Google search first thing Monday morning for the whole story… BIG MISTAKE! I am, perhaps, permanently scarred.
* Last week the boss and I ordered Chinese food for lunch. I don’t like fortune cookies so I never eat them but I do usually break one open just to see what “words of wisdom” or, y’all know, lottery numbers they’re going to offer. The one I chose to open said “You are heading to a land of sunshine and relaxation.” I have it sitting by my monitor where I can see it every day to remind me that it’s only 14 weeks until Liz and I leave for MAUI!!
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Birds of a Feather
I have been called a creature of habit. I like things just so. I have favorite dishes at restaurants, favorite drinks, favorite tables, favorite servers. I alphabetize things, color coordinate my closets, organize my shirts by sleeve length, my pants by hem length. I’ve been called anal retentive, I prefer neat. Or perhaps orderly.
I’m here to tell you that I come by these things completely honestly.
Yesterday was my Al’s birthday. So we went to dinner at the Red Robin. I didn’t even ask where we were going – just called when we were a few minutes from the restaurant to give my parents time to arrive. Why? Because we have gone to the same restaurant for Al’s birthday since he discovered it some 13 or 14 years ago. Because he’s also a creature of habit.
Once there we will order a round of drinks. For Al? A Mai Tai if he’s drinking, Dr. Pepper if he’s not. The same every year. Onion rings. And for dinner? One of two choices… A Bonsai Burger, hamburger, cheddar cheese, pineapple, teriyaki sauce. Or the Teriyaki Chicken Sandwich with Swiss cheese, pineapple, teriyaki sauce… Yep. Big decisions y’all.
And for desert – mud pie. But this year they changed their recipe! Gone was the chocolate-y coffee ice cream concoction we’d shared for so many years and in its place was something I can only assume was meant to be more kid friendly. Chocolate and peanut butter. I don’t think they realized what a tail spin they were going to cause!
So that’s my Al y’all. A little sneak peek in to the nuttiness that is my family. So while he may not be my biological father… You can see that man has certainly left his mark! Do y’all wonder maybe a teensy bit less why I’m crazy now?
I’m here to tell you that I come by these things completely honestly.
Yesterday was my Al’s birthday. So we went to dinner at the Red Robin. I didn’t even ask where we were going – just called when we were a few minutes from the restaurant to give my parents time to arrive. Why? Because we have gone to the same restaurant for Al’s birthday since he discovered it some 13 or 14 years ago. Because he’s also a creature of habit.
Once there we will order a round of drinks. For Al? A Mai Tai if he’s drinking, Dr. Pepper if he’s not. The same every year. Onion rings. And for dinner? One of two choices… A Bonsai Burger, hamburger, cheddar cheese, pineapple, teriyaki sauce. Or the Teriyaki Chicken Sandwich with Swiss cheese, pineapple, teriyaki sauce… Yep. Big decisions y’all.
And for desert – mud pie. But this year they changed their recipe! Gone was the chocolate-y coffee ice cream concoction we’d shared for so many years and in its place was something I can only assume was meant to be more kid friendly. Chocolate and peanut butter. I don’t think they realized what a tail spin they were going to cause!
So that’s my Al y’all. A little sneak peek in to the nuttiness that is my family. So while he may not be my biological father… You can see that man has certainly left his mark! Do y’all wonder maybe a teensy bit less why I’m crazy now?
Moms and Daughters
This is for Michele... Because yes I am totally taller than my mom! I am also, believe it or not, taller than Angie's mom! So we're reversed in this picture... That's me, Angie's mom, My mom, and Angie (aka: the Bride-to-be) at the engagement party a couple weeks ago.
And I know, I KNOW already... I'm working on getting the other pics posted okay. It's been a little busy at work! And I can't upload photos from home because our upload speed is sooooooooooooooooo sloooooooooooooooooow.
Which is SHOCKING. Given TheBoy's affinity for all things computer. But it's true.
And I know, I KNOW already... I'm working on getting the other pics posted okay. It's been a little busy at work! And I can't upload photos from home because our upload speed is sooooooooooooooooo sloooooooooooooooooow.
Which is SHOCKING. Given TheBoy's affinity for all things computer. But it's true.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Happy Birthday Al!
Today is my Al’s birthday. I generally lump Al in together with my Mom under the general term of “parents” when I discuss him here. He’s my mother’s husband. They got married the summer after I graduated from High School but they’d been dating for like 15 years before that. I don’t call him Dad, I call him Al. I don’t know why. I call my best friend Angie’s dad “Dad” and I sometimes call Ryan’s dad “Dad” but they’re both “Dad” types. Al’s just… Al. It suits him.
Anyway… He’s the closest thing to a father I’ve got. And it’s his birthday.
So happy Birthday Al! I love you!
n. fa•ther
1. A man who begets or raises or nurtures a child.
2. A male parent of an animal.
3. A male ancestor.
4. An elderly or venerable man. Used as a title of respect.
v. fa•thered, fa•ther•ing, fa•thers
1. To procreate (offspring) as the male parent.
2. To act or serve as a father to (a child).
3. To create, found, or originate.
4. To acknowledge responsibility for.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Fun with Skee Ball! Or Liz is a Genius!
So after I dragged BestFriend Liz around all morning on Thursday (which also maybe was one of her well earned vacation days... which she never takes... thus why she was off work randomly in March... on a Thursday... but I digress) we decided that perhaps Mexican food and margaritas were in order.
Because y'all know. When I'm there Mexican food and margaritas are ALWAYS in order!
*ahem*
But after that we were totally at a loss for what to do. Only it had to be totally not related to weddings. And it had to involve drinking. You guys love us - you know you do.
And then. In a stroke of sheer brilliance, that reminded me in an instant why I love this woman so much, Liz turned to me with a grin on her face and said...
"We should go play Skee Ball!"
I should perhaps mention here that Skee Ball is my all-time favorite arcade game EVER! SO. FUN. Seriously y'all. You know that movie Dogma? When they've lost God (who is played by Alanis Morisette which I also love) and Morgan Freeman's character tells them to go look for her at the arcade playing Skee Ball cause it's her favorite?
Yeah. Skee Ball y'all. It's God's favorite game. I'm just saying.
Anywho... What was I saying? Oh yes. My best friend is awesome. So we played Skee Ball. Drank beer. Discovered a new trivia game at which Liz proceeded to kick my ass! There was much tomfoolery. And photos! Also, maybe beer. Because this is me we're talking about here. That's the way I roll y'all.
Brilliant!
Mmmm... Beer!
Liz is sexy.
Tiff is anal retentive.
Because y'all know. When I'm there Mexican food and margaritas are ALWAYS in order!
*ahem*
But after that we were totally at a loss for what to do. Only it had to be totally not related to weddings. And it had to involve drinking. You guys love us - you know you do.
And then. In a stroke of sheer brilliance, that reminded me in an instant why I love this woman so much, Liz turned to me with a grin on her face and said...
"We should go play Skee Ball!"
I should perhaps mention here that Skee Ball is my all-time favorite arcade game EVER! SO. FUN. Seriously y'all. You know that movie Dogma? When they've lost God (who is played by Alanis Morisette which I also love) and Morgan Freeman's character tells them to go look for her at the arcade playing Skee Ball cause it's her favorite?
Yeah. Skee Ball y'all. It's God's favorite game. I'm just saying.
Anywho... What was I saying? Oh yes. My best friend is awesome. So we played Skee Ball. Drank beer. Discovered a new trivia game at which Liz proceeded to kick my ass! There was much tomfoolery. And photos! Also, maybe beer. Because this is me we're talking about here. That's the way I roll y'all.
Brilliant!
Mmmm... Beer!
Liz is sexy.
Tiff is anal retentive.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
The Bitch is Back*
Did you miss me?
It’s okay… I missed y’all too. In fact. The reason I didn’t write anything yesterday is because I spent the day catching up on reading what has been going on in all of your lives for the past 5 or 6 days while I’ve been immersed in the wonderful world of engagement parties and wedding dresses and bridesmaid dresses and…
Oh. My. GOD! It’s good to be back y’all.
So let me give you just a brief little recap of the last 6 days.
Thursday
3 hours I slept in (past my usual 5 am wake up time) on my first “vacation day”
1 hour spent making grocery lists and refining the menu for engagement party
1 trip to Costco with BestFriend Liz** for engagement party food stuff
1 trip to Safeway also with BestFriend Liz** for more engagement party stuff
1 time the Groom-to-be came over with sole purpose of unloading the engagement party stuff from the back of BestFriend Liz’s Jeep
1 margarita drank at lunch to recover from morning of grocery shopping
1 fantabulous idea BestFriend Liz had of playing SkeeBall (pictures coming soon)
1 giant beer the size of my head drank while playing (Liz had one too!)
1 new Trivia game discovered
26 times during the day I tried to convince myself that I was not in fact getting a migraine
40 minutes I lasted during yoga before the migraine struck with a vengeance
3 times I can recall in the last several years I have gotten a migraine during the day
Friday
1 Mother-of-the-Bride-to-be who came over bright and early to help prep food Friday morning
1 hour I made her pound steak thin for beef rolls
4 hours she teasingly complained about it to anyone who would listen
1 cake layer I burnt and had to re bake
2 times I had to go back to the store because I forgot things
1 time I sent someone else to the store because good-lord-I-mean-really
1 time we had to go back to Costco because I bought “shrimpy” shrimp
3 batches of brownies baked
39 times (approximately) I said “wow – I can’t believe how much we’ve gotten done!”
40 times (approximate) I knocked on wood after saying the above statement
2 times I ate out – I was cooking for other people therefore I didn’t want to cook for myself
1 movie watched – Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (purchased by Liz!)
Saturday
1 bagel egg breakfast sandwich thingy and Odwalla protein shake had at 10 am (note time this will be important later)
1 hour driven to my mother’s house to prep for engagement party
4 hours spent skewering shrimp, rolling flank steak, layering cake, assembling crostini, washing vegetables and fruit and arranging flowers and food to suit my taste pre-party
6 hours spent frantically chatting with guests and making sure people had enough food and beverages during party
1 glass of red wine drank
1 glass of champagne drank
1 time I cried (and thanks to the Groom-to-be for pointing it out to the otherwise oblivious room)
215 times I was told I was drunk – damn this new migraine medicine!
4:00 pm – time the party “officially” started
10:00 pm – time I had to not so subtly hint to people that maybe it was time to go home
1 time I sent TheBoy to the store for more food during the party (I HATE when that happens!)
11:15 pm – time I finally sat down to sat down to eat cold leftovers of pasta dinner from Friday night (the first thing I had eaten since the bagel and protein shake at 10 am)
Sunday
9:30 am – time I woke up Sunday morning – Y’all this is totally significant because 1) I am TOTALLY a morning person! and 2) I missed my yoga class!
1 trip to REI to buy super cute pink and grey fleece jacket for upcoming backpacking trip
1 breakfast at super favorite all time best ever breakfast place – YUM
1 nap while waiting for Bride-to-be to call so we could go shopping for dresses
1 annoyed text message to Bride-to-be at 3:00 pm as to where in the heck she was
1 book finished while waiting – All My Melancholy Whores
1 book started while waiting – The Virgin’s Lover
1 phone call from the Bride-to-be at 5:00 pm saying we weren’t going shopping (grrr!) but she was going to swing by so we could have a plan for Monday
1 dress the Bride-to-be purchased which is super beautiful and I would totally post a picture of except the Groom-to-be reads this site sometimes and well… Y’all know.
1 movie watched Sunday night – Crash (seriously the best movie I’ve seen… maybe ever.
2 glasses of champagne drunk while watching Crash left over from engagement party
Monday
1 breakfast with my mom on Monday morning
2 cute shirts bought shopping with mom
1 cute track suit bought for yoga / gym with mom for only $30!
3 Bridal shops went to on Monday with the Bride-to-be, Mother-of-the-Bride-to-be and the Aunt-of-the-Bride-to-be
23,716 bridesmaid dresses looked at and/or tried on
3 options narrowed down to and carefully considered
1 finally chosen and ordered – which takes 4 months!
5 short months until the wedding y’all!
Tuesday
1 super exhausted Tiffy returned to work Tuesday morning
2,317,894 e-mails in inbox waiting for me upon arrival
2 times my boss hugged me when he came in
4 times I said it’s good to be back
3 times I pulled the picture of the bridesmaid dress up to show it to a co-worker
6 times I pulled up the brides dress to show it off (trust me it’s prettier!)
2 times I e-mailed links to both dresses
17 times I looked at the clock because I was sure it had stopped
1 time I was very glad it was finally 4:30!
1 much needed glass of red wine after work while cooking dinner pre-yoga
1 super excited Tiffy completed first ever headstand in yoga class Tuesday night!
Okay that’s all. But don’t you think that’s enough? Did I lose you all several paragraphs ago? Do you see? Do you understand why I’m so tired? I now need a vacation from my vacation!!!
I promise I’ll be back with photos and general foolishness soon!
*Thank you Sir Elton. “I’m a bitch, I’m a bitch. Oh the bitch is back”
**BestFriend Liz = Saint Liz for sacrificing one of her “vacation days” to help me shop and prep for an engagement party for a wedding she’s not even involved in! Yay for awesome friends! I love her!
Have I mentioned that she’s awesome?
You guys should all tell her she’s awesome too.
Go on. Do it now.
It’s okay… I missed y’all too. In fact. The reason I didn’t write anything yesterday is because I spent the day catching up on reading what has been going on in all of your lives for the past 5 or 6 days while I’ve been immersed in the wonderful world of engagement parties and wedding dresses and bridesmaid dresses and…
Oh. My. GOD! It’s good to be back y’all.
So let me give you just a brief little recap of the last 6 days.
Thursday
3 hours I slept in (past my usual 5 am wake up time) on my first “vacation day”
1 hour spent making grocery lists and refining the menu for engagement party
1 trip to Costco with BestFriend Liz** for engagement party food stuff
1 trip to Safeway also with BestFriend Liz** for more engagement party stuff
1 time the Groom-to-be came over with sole purpose of unloading the engagement party stuff from the back of BestFriend Liz’s Jeep
1 margarita drank at lunch to recover from morning of grocery shopping
1 fantabulous idea BestFriend Liz had of playing SkeeBall (pictures coming soon)
1 giant beer the size of my head drank while playing (Liz had one too!)
1 new Trivia game discovered
26 times during the day I tried to convince myself that I was not in fact getting a migraine
40 minutes I lasted during yoga before the migraine struck with a vengeance
3 times I can recall in the last several years I have gotten a migraine during the day
Friday
1 Mother-of-the-Bride-to-be who came over bright and early to help prep food Friday morning
1 hour I made her pound steak thin for beef rolls
4 hours she teasingly complained about it to anyone who would listen
1 cake layer I burnt and had to re bake
2 times I had to go back to the store because I forgot things
1 time I sent someone else to the store because good-lord-I-mean-really
1 time we had to go back to Costco because I bought “shrimpy” shrimp
3 batches of brownies baked
39 times (approximately) I said “wow – I can’t believe how much we’ve gotten done!”
40 times (approximate) I knocked on wood after saying the above statement
2 times I ate out – I was cooking for other people therefore I didn’t want to cook for myself
1 movie watched – Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (purchased by Liz!)
Saturday
1 bagel egg breakfast sandwich thingy and Odwalla protein shake had at 10 am (note time this will be important later)
1 hour driven to my mother’s house to prep for engagement party
4 hours spent skewering shrimp, rolling flank steak, layering cake, assembling crostini, washing vegetables and fruit and arranging flowers and food to suit my taste pre-party
6 hours spent frantically chatting with guests and making sure people had enough food and beverages during party
1 glass of red wine drank
1 glass of champagne drank
1 time I cried (and thanks to the Groom-to-be for pointing it out to the otherwise oblivious room)
215 times I was told I was drunk – damn this new migraine medicine!
4:00 pm – time the party “officially” started
10:00 pm – time I had to not so subtly hint to people that maybe it was time to go home
1 time I sent TheBoy to the store for more food during the party (I HATE when that happens!)
11:15 pm – time I finally sat down to sat down to eat cold leftovers of pasta dinner from Friday night (the first thing I had eaten since the bagel and protein shake at 10 am)
Sunday
9:30 am – time I woke up Sunday morning – Y’all this is totally significant because 1) I am TOTALLY a morning person! and 2) I missed my yoga class!
1 trip to REI to buy super cute pink and grey fleece jacket for upcoming backpacking trip
1 breakfast at super favorite all time best ever breakfast place – YUM
1 nap while waiting for Bride-to-be to call so we could go shopping for dresses
1 annoyed text message to Bride-to-be at 3:00 pm as to where in the heck she was
1 book finished while waiting – All My Melancholy Whores
1 book started while waiting – The Virgin’s Lover
1 phone call from the Bride-to-be at 5:00 pm saying we weren’t going shopping (grrr!) but she was going to swing by so we could have a plan for Monday
1 dress the Bride-to-be purchased which is super beautiful and I would totally post a picture of except the Groom-to-be reads this site sometimes and well… Y’all know.
1 movie watched Sunday night – Crash (seriously the best movie I’ve seen… maybe ever.
2 glasses of champagne drunk while watching Crash left over from engagement party
Monday
1 breakfast with my mom on Monday morning
2 cute shirts bought shopping with mom
1 cute track suit bought for yoga / gym with mom for only $30!
3 Bridal shops went to on Monday with the Bride-to-be, Mother-of-the-Bride-to-be and the Aunt-of-the-Bride-to-be
23,716 bridesmaid dresses looked at and/or tried on
3 options narrowed down to and carefully considered
1 finally chosen and ordered – which takes 4 months!
5 short months until the wedding y’all!
Tuesday
1 super exhausted Tiffy returned to work Tuesday morning
2,317,894 e-mails in inbox waiting for me upon arrival
2 times my boss hugged me when he came in
4 times I said it’s good to be back
3 times I pulled the picture of the bridesmaid dress up to show it to a co-worker
6 times I pulled up the brides dress to show it off (trust me it’s prettier!)
2 times I e-mailed links to both dresses
17 times I looked at the clock because I was sure it had stopped
1 time I was very glad it was finally 4:30!
1 much needed glass of red wine after work while cooking dinner pre-yoga
1 super excited Tiffy completed first ever headstand in yoga class Tuesday night!
Okay that’s all. But don’t you think that’s enough? Did I lose you all several paragraphs ago? Do you see? Do you understand why I’m so tired? I now need a vacation from my vacation!!!
I promise I’ll be back with photos and general foolishness soon!
*Thank you Sir Elton. “I’m a bitch, I’m a bitch. Oh the bitch is back”
**BestFriend Liz = Saint Liz for sacrificing one of her “vacation days” to help me shop and prep for an engagement party for a wedding she’s not even involved in! Yay for awesome friends! I love her!
Have I mentioned that she’s awesome?
You guys should all tell her she’s awesome too.
Go on. Do it now.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Ah... the good old days...
Okay so thanks to Becky I’ve been totally reliving my childhood over here… I used to LOVE LOVE LOVE Kids Incorporated! Kind of the same format as the Mickey Mouse Club. Which, needless to say, I also LOVED.
And Britney? It’s time to get your man back honey. I’m just saying.
And the little teeny bopper soap on Nickelodeon called Fifteen? Did anyone (besides Becky – love you Beck!) see that either? Canadian teenagers? With a band? A diner? Pinball? Any of this ring a bell?
Anywho… This got me thinking of all the other shows I loved growing up…
Hey Dude – Christine Taylor was on that show!
Salute Your Shorts – I think Alanis Morisette was in this show??
321 Contact
Reading Rainbow
Math Net
Okay I just realized that the last three shows on there were like… educational and stuff… Wow. I was a geek even then!
Also, Anyone remember the cool cartoons?
Heathcliff, heathcliff no one could terrorize the neighborhood…
And the Snorks??
Smurfs?
Dude! Fraggle Rock!?!?
Man… They just don’t make them like they used to…
What are some of your favorites?
And Britney? It’s time to get your man back honey. I’m just saying.
And the little teeny bopper soap on Nickelodeon called Fifteen? Did anyone (besides Becky – love you Beck!) see that either? Canadian teenagers? With a band? A diner? Pinball? Any of this ring a bell?
Anywho… This got me thinking of all the other shows I loved growing up…
Hey Dude – Christine Taylor was on that show!
Salute Your Shorts – I think Alanis Morisette was in this show??
321 Contact
Reading Rainbow
Math Net
Okay I just realized that the last three shows on there were like… educational and stuff… Wow. I was a geek even then!
Also, Anyone remember the cool cartoons?
Heathcliff, heathcliff no one could terrorize the neighborhood…
And the Snorks??
Smurfs?
Dude! Fraggle Rock!?!?
Man… They just don’t make them like they used to…
What are some of your favorites?
Monday, March 06, 2006
The Best of All Worlds
If I could have the best of all worlds… my hair would be either curly or straight. Not both depending on its mood.
If I could have the best of all worlds… there would be hardly any calories in cheese. Also, lactose intolerance would not exist.
If I could have the best of all worlds… I would be able to work because I wanted to, because I enjoyed what I was doing, or because I was just bored.
If I could have the best of all worlds… my family and friends would all be blessed with excellent health, financial security and love.
If I could have the best of all worlds… flip flops, open toed sandals, jeans, summer dresses, capri pants and tank tops would be appropriate business attire.
If I could have the best of all worlds… I would always live in a place that has warm weather year round and with an ocean within walking distance.
If I could have the best of all worlds… I would be able to afford to buy a home of my own. And then a beach house, a lake house, a condo in the city and a flat in Paris.
If I could have the best of all worlds… strawberries, black berries, artichokes, Italian sweet peppers and wild mushrooms would always be in season. Also, they would be affordable.
If I could have the best of all worlds… my closest girlfriends would always live around the corner from me.
If I could have the best of all worlds… I would have time, money and energy to complete my Bachelor’s Degree. Then I would move on to my Master’s and then my Doctorate. I love learning.
If I could have the best of all worlds… there would be no such thing as “losing touch” with someone. I would always have the time to be a good friend.
If I could have the best of all worlds… I’d be married to my best friend, he would make me laugh so hard my sides would ache, he would cherish me, I would never take him for granted.
If I could have the best of all worlds… there would be peace. People would respect other’s beliefs and traditions. There would be no “my way” is right and “your way” is wrong. No “my God” and “your God”.
If I could have the best of all worlds… it would always be sunny and warm but there would never be draught and all the plants would be green and lush.
If I could have the best of all worlds… no one would ever lie. No one would ever cheat. There would be no such thing as hurt feelings.
If I could have the best of all worlds… I could spend my days planning menus, scouring stores for perfect ingredients. Choosing wines to suit my friends’ moods. Plates and dining accessories to compliment seasons.
If I could have the best of all worlds… my cat would be sleepy when I am sleepy.
If I could have the best of all worlds… there would be no traffic, no road rage, no migraines, no insensitive people without filters, no oblivious slow moving drivers when you’re trying to get home after a long day.
If I could have the best of all worlds… there would be no such thing as a bikini wax. Unwanted body hair would not exist. My nails would grow in perfectly manicured.
If I could have the best of all worlds… I would have rows and rows of book shelves full of alphabetized classics. Original editions. Digitally re-mastered CDs. Closets full of Ann Taylor and Banana Republic. Color coordinated. Walnut floors. Cream colored furniture. Clean lines. Colored walls. Lots of space. Picture windows.
If I could have the best of all worlds… cat fur would remain on the cat.
If I could have the best of all worlds… there would be hardly any calories in cheese. Also, lactose intolerance would not exist.
If I could have the best of all worlds… I would be able to work because I wanted to, because I enjoyed what I was doing, or because I was just bored.
If I could have the best of all worlds… my family and friends would all be blessed with excellent health, financial security and love.
If I could have the best of all worlds… flip flops, open toed sandals, jeans, summer dresses, capri pants and tank tops would be appropriate business attire.
If I could have the best of all worlds… I would always live in a place that has warm weather year round and with an ocean within walking distance.
If I could have the best of all worlds… I would be able to afford to buy a home of my own. And then a beach house, a lake house, a condo in the city and a flat in Paris.
If I could have the best of all worlds… strawberries, black berries, artichokes, Italian sweet peppers and wild mushrooms would always be in season. Also, they would be affordable.
If I could have the best of all worlds… my closest girlfriends would always live around the corner from me.
If I could have the best of all worlds… I would have time, money and energy to complete my Bachelor’s Degree. Then I would move on to my Master’s and then my Doctorate. I love learning.
If I could have the best of all worlds… there would be no such thing as “losing touch” with someone. I would always have the time to be a good friend.
If I could have the best of all worlds… I’d be married to my best friend, he would make me laugh so hard my sides would ache, he would cherish me, I would never take him for granted.
If I could have the best of all worlds… there would be peace. People would respect other’s beliefs and traditions. There would be no “my way” is right and “your way” is wrong. No “my God” and “your God”.
If I could have the best of all worlds… it would always be sunny and warm but there would never be draught and all the plants would be green and lush.
If I could have the best of all worlds… no one would ever lie. No one would ever cheat. There would be no such thing as hurt feelings.
If I could have the best of all worlds… I could spend my days planning menus, scouring stores for perfect ingredients. Choosing wines to suit my friends’ moods. Plates and dining accessories to compliment seasons.
If I could have the best of all worlds… my cat would be sleepy when I am sleepy.
If I could have the best of all worlds… there would be no traffic, no road rage, no migraines, no insensitive people without filters, no oblivious slow moving drivers when you’re trying to get home after a long day.
If I could have the best of all worlds… there would be no such thing as a bikini wax. Unwanted body hair would not exist. My nails would grow in perfectly manicured.
If I could have the best of all worlds… I would have rows and rows of book shelves full of alphabetized classics. Original editions. Digitally re-mastered CDs. Closets full of Ann Taylor and Banana Republic. Color coordinated. Walnut floors. Cream colored furniture. Clean lines. Colored walls. Lots of space. Picture windows.
If I could have the best of all worlds… cat fur would remain on the cat.
Friday, March 03, 2006
Baby Pandas!
These little ones were born in The Sichuan Wolong Panda Protection and Breed Center in Southern China. The zoo artificially inseminated 38 females. These were the first 16 born and includes 5 sets of twins. The others were due later in the fall. The cubs are weighed and measured every five days by a special panda nurse. The heaviest tips the scale at just over 24 pounds, while the lightest weighs about 11 pounds.
I normally am not about posting gratuitous cute photos just for the heck of it but... Seriously! Have y'all ever seen anything so cute?!?! And OMG check out the claws!
I normally am not about posting gratuitous cute photos just for the heck of it but... Seriously! Have y'all ever seen anything so cute?!?! And OMG check out the claws!
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Infatuations.
The first boy I remember having a crush on was named Greg. I can’t remember his last name. My mom was a single mom and she worked long hours so I was relegated to after school care 5 nights a week. That’s where I met Greg. My best friend Laurel and I would hang out with him in a corner of the playground, under the “tower” making “soft sand” on our jeans. Also, we played tag. A lot. I remember one day Greg took off his shirt and showed us how he could flex his pectoral muscles. He used the word pectoral. Then he wanted us to try. I knew that was forbidden… It made him seem dangerous that he would even ask. I was maybe 10.
After Greg there was Armando. Or Arman. Something like that. He lived in the same apartment building as we did. Not far from where TheBoy and I live now. I used to roller skate (roller skate y’all! This was before those newfangled roller blades) on top of the roof of the recreation center rocking out to my Beach Boys tape and hoping he’d come out and talk to me. I used to envision running in to him in random places. Price Club. Safeway. On the way to school in the mornings. He was older than my 10 years or so, maybe 13 even, an older man. My dreams of him were shattered when we relocated to Texas.
But never fear, he was soon replaced by Ross. Red headed and athletic. Popular. He was one of THE coolest guys in the 5th grade. I mooned over him, wrote Tiffany loves Ross, combined our names, and practiced my signature (in case we got married – it SO could have happened!) over and over and over inside my school notebooks. I would position my group of friends in the cafeteria near him so I could stare. I never spoke to him though. Not once. My friend Kathy Ann told our friend Tony to tell Ross that I liked him. I was so embarrassed that I avoided him like the plague after that. I doubt he would even remember my name.
I never really got over Ross but there were other boys that took his place. I briefly had a crush on my friend Tony. He was funny – the class clown. And he wore glasses. That was the beginning of my infatuation with men in glasses I think. But as much as I tried I could not get past the fact that he was my friend. Also, Kathy Ann had a HUGE crush on him and she was one of my best friends (because y’all know – I had like 14 “best” friends). Even then, at that early age, it just simply wasn’t acceptable to be attracted to the same boy as your friends. I wonder if Kathy Ann ever told Tony how she felt. We were pretty inseparable for a time.
Andy was a quiet boy in my class. I didn’t have a crush on him as much as I was flattered that he had a huge crush on me. He drew me a valentine of Rambo (yes that Rambo) saying “Yo, Tiffany be my Valentine.” I think he had his Sylvester Stallone movies confused… My mom still has it. He rode my bus home – lived in the same part of town as me. My friend Alexis and I would sit together in the seat one in front of his to the left and talk about the social implications of me “going out” with Andy. He wasn’t popular but he wasn’t a total loss either… I think he asked me “out” every day for months. He was so sweet. I wish my younger self had realized that a nice guy is always better than a popular guy. I kind of strung him along.
I think Andy gave up on me when I agreed to “go together” with Will. Will was tall, one of the biggest guys in our 6th grade class. I, of course, have always been petite so he positively towered over me. I liked it. I would pretend I was “stuck” on top of the monkey bars (because that’s where the cool kids hung out – on top of the monkey bars) and he would walk by and lift me down. He always kept his hands on me a little longer than was appropriate. I liked it. He was supposed to have been my first kiss too. It was all planned. I was moving (AGAIN) back to California and the big kiss was going to happen on my last day of school… Unfortunately my mom came to pick me up earlier than expected and I couldn’t find him when I was running around saying goodbye. I never saw him again. But oddly when we got to our new house here in California, the street across from us shared his last name. That house is the longest I ever lived in one place (almost 7 years) and I always thought of him when I saw that sign.
The first boy I had a crush on when I moved to California was Justin. He and his sister Tracy were visiting their father who lived down the street from me. They were my only friends that summer. We were pretty much inseparable. Tracy and I were buddies, she was a year younger than me. I think she knew I kind of liked her brother, who was a year older than me. One night after watching movies at their place I made Justin walk me home – 3 whole houses away. We held hands. About half way home he stopped and pulled on my hand. When I turned around he hastily planted a peck on my cheek. Actually he kind of missed my cheek and kissed more of my ear than anything else. I blushed and he ran off. It was my first kiss. It was our only kiss. We kept in contact for a long time but I’ve lost touch with them now. I think about them all the time.
When school started in the fall I went to a VERY small school (there were 5 people in my class y’all – that’s SMALL) so my options were limited. Very limited! I briefly had a crush on the boy that has ended up being the best “older brother” I could have ever wanted, Shawn. I even called my friends back in Texas and told them all about this really cute guy in my class. He reminded me of Zach from Saved by the Bell. Seriously. That crush lasted less than a week, the friendship is going on 15 years. He’s happily married; his wife is beautiful, I love him still – as a sister. Albeit a long lost sister who is horrible at keeping in touch.
The first real crush I had at school that year was a boy named Ben. Dark haired, intense eyes. Unfortunately for me, he liked my friend Jeunee. And as I’ve stated before, I just don’t go there with boys my friends like, used to like, dated, used to date, nothing. Off limits. Also, he had a slight anger problem I think. Or maybe I just made him angry. He threw a chair at me. I can’t remember why. After that he left school. I wonder what ever happened to him. I don’t’ think Jeunee ever forgave me… She blamed me for him leaving school.
There was a boy named Jon who was the younger brother of a friend of mine from Sunday school that had a crush on me. Of course they moved to Oregon or something… I thought about him a lot after they moved. He was quiet. And younger than me – 2 years younger. It happens in a school with so few kids. There was a time that all the 7th grade girls had 5th grade “boyfriends”. It seems weird now but it wasn’t then.
After that I “went out” with this boy named Dante. His family owned a grocery store type thing. He gave me roses for my birthday – one yellow, one red. He said they reminded him of a cheeseburger. He dumped me when another girl transferred in - Brie. She was an 8th grader… An even OLDER woman. And she was prettier than me. I don’t say that to belittle myself. She just was. I knew her for a long time after that but we never became friends. I think it’s because of Dante.
Dante was the last of the crushes. The last of the boys I attribute to my girlhood.
The next boy I “dated” was actually the first boy I called “boyfriend”, the first boy that told me he loved me, the first boy that broke my heart. He was the first boy that made me feel special. He scared me. The feeling that I had for him were so intense and I was so young. We were so young. Every boyfriend I had after him (with the exception of TheBoy) has been analyzed and measured against him. Against those feelings. I was so naive.
I think he deserves his own entry someday…
After Greg there was Armando. Or Arman. Something like that. He lived in the same apartment building as we did. Not far from where TheBoy and I live now. I used to roller skate (roller skate y’all! This was before those newfangled roller blades) on top of the roof of the recreation center rocking out to my Beach Boys tape and hoping he’d come out and talk to me. I used to envision running in to him in random places. Price Club. Safeway. On the way to school in the mornings. He was older than my 10 years or so, maybe 13 even, an older man. My dreams of him were shattered when we relocated to Texas.
But never fear, he was soon replaced by Ross. Red headed and athletic. Popular. He was one of THE coolest guys in the 5th grade. I mooned over him, wrote Tiffany loves Ross, combined our names, and practiced my signature (in case we got married – it SO could have happened!) over and over and over inside my school notebooks. I would position my group of friends in the cafeteria near him so I could stare. I never spoke to him though. Not once. My friend Kathy Ann told our friend Tony to tell Ross that I liked him. I was so embarrassed that I avoided him like the plague after that. I doubt he would even remember my name.
I never really got over Ross but there were other boys that took his place. I briefly had a crush on my friend Tony. He was funny – the class clown. And he wore glasses. That was the beginning of my infatuation with men in glasses I think. But as much as I tried I could not get past the fact that he was my friend. Also, Kathy Ann had a HUGE crush on him and she was one of my best friends (because y’all know – I had like 14 “best” friends). Even then, at that early age, it just simply wasn’t acceptable to be attracted to the same boy as your friends. I wonder if Kathy Ann ever told Tony how she felt. We were pretty inseparable for a time.
Andy was a quiet boy in my class. I didn’t have a crush on him as much as I was flattered that he had a huge crush on me. He drew me a valentine of Rambo (yes that Rambo) saying “Yo, Tiffany be my Valentine.” I think he had his Sylvester Stallone movies confused… My mom still has it. He rode my bus home – lived in the same part of town as me. My friend Alexis and I would sit together in the seat one in front of his to the left and talk about the social implications of me “going out” with Andy. He wasn’t popular but he wasn’t a total loss either… I think he asked me “out” every day for months. He was so sweet. I wish my younger self had realized that a nice guy is always better than a popular guy. I kind of strung him along.
I think Andy gave up on me when I agreed to “go together” with Will. Will was tall, one of the biggest guys in our 6th grade class. I, of course, have always been petite so he positively towered over me. I liked it. I would pretend I was “stuck” on top of the monkey bars (because that’s where the cool kids hung out – on top of the monkey bars) and he would walk by and lift me down. He always kept his hands on me a little longer than was appropriate. I liked it. He was supposed to have been my first kiss too. It was all planned. I was moving (AGAIN) back to California and the big kiss was going to happen on my last day of school… Unfortunately my mom came to pick me up earlier than expected and I couldn’t find him when I was running around saying goodbye. I never saw him again. But oddly when we got to our new house here in California, the street across from us shared his last name. That house is the longest I ever lived in one place (almost 7 years) and I always thought of him when I saw that sign.
The first boy I had a crush on when I moved to California was Justin. He and his sister Tracy were visiting their father who lived down the street from me. They were my only friends that summer. We were pretty much inseparable. Tracy and I were buddies, she was a year younger than me. I think she knew I kind of liked her brother, who was a year older than me. One night after watching movies at their place I made Justin walk me home – 3 whole houses away. We held hands. About half way home he stopped and pulled on my hand. When I turned around he hastily planted a peck on my cheek. Actually he kind of missed my cheek and kissed more of my ear than anything else. I blushed and he ran off. It was my first kiss. It was our only kiss. We kept in contact for a long time but I’ve lost touch with them now. I think about them all the time.
When school started in the fall I went to a VERY small school (there were 5 people in my class y’all – that’s SMALL) so my options were limited. Very limited! I briefly had a crush on the boy that has ended up being the best “older brother” I could have ever wanted, Shawn. I even called my friends back in Texas and told them all about this really cute guy in my class. He reminded me of Zach from Saved by the Bell. Seriously. That crush lasted less than a week, the friendship is going on 15 years. He’s happily married; his wife is beautiful, I love him still – as a sister. Albeit a long lost sister who is horrible at keeping in touch.
The first real crush I had at school that year was a boy named Ben. Dark haired, intense eyes. Unfortunately for me, he liked my friend Jeunee. And as I’ve stated before, I just don’t go there with boys my friends like, used to like, dated, used to date, nothing. Off limits. Also, he had a slight anger problem I think. Or maybe I just made him angry. He threw a chair at me. I can’t remember why. After that he left school. I wonder what ever happened to him. I don’t’ think Jeunee ever forgave me… She blamed me for him leaving school.
There was a boy named Jon who was the younger brother of a friend of mine from Sunday school that had a crush on me. Of course they moved to Oregon or something… I thought about him a lot after they moved. He was quiet. And younger than me – 2 years younger. It happens in a school with so few kids. There was a time that all the 7th grade girls had 5th grade “boyfriends”. It seems weird now but it wasn’t then.
After that I “went out” with this boy named Dante. His family owned a grocery store type thing. He gave me roses for my birthday – one yellow, one red. He said they reminded him of a cheeseburger. He dumped me when another girl transferred in - Brie. She was an 8th grader… An even OLDER woman. And she was prettier than me. I don’t say that to belittle myself. She just was. I knew her for a long time after that but we never became friends. I think it’s because of Dante.
Dante was the last of the crushes. The last of the boys I attribute to my girlhood.
The next boy I “dated” was actually the first boy I called “boyfriend”, the first boy that told me he loved me, the first boy that broke my heart. He was the first boy that made me feel special. He scared me. The feeling that I had for him were so intense and I was so young. We were so young. Every boyfriend I had after him (with the exception of TheBoy) has been analyzed and measured against him. Against those feelings. I was so naive.
I think he deserves his own entry someday…
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
True Love...
...is coming in at 6:45 am, covered in sweat and exhausted and having TheBoy pass me on the way to the bathroom, kiss me on the forhead and mumble "I'm so proud of you babe".
Because at the end of it all, that Boy gets me. He believes in me. And those are the things things that matter most.
Because at the end of it all, that Boy gets me. He believes in me. And those are the things things that matter most.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Jealousy
I am not what I would call a jealous person. I always joke that I don’t have the time and energy to invest in being jealous. I always figured if someone was going to cheat, they would cheat regardless of whether or not I worried about it. I still think I’m right and I’ve been cheated on enough to know.
This is not to say that I have never felt jealousy. I’ve felt it – like an all consuming green wave of rage and frustration and sub-conscious realization that I’m being foolish. But I no longer think jealousy is just about cheating. In high school I was so jealous I couldn’t see straight of a friend who was more talented, more beautiful, more popular, kinder, smarter, and funnier than I ever could be. I’ve been jealous of people who have traveled more, of people who could write. I’ve envied other relationships, other careers, other families.
I never thought I’d be jealous of what came before me but I’m learning that I am. When you talk of the places you’ve been, of the places you want to take me to, I’m jealous that you’ve already been there, already have memories of these places with her. I feel like it makes me common, makes us common, that somewhere in your mind there are memories of that place in which both she and I appear.
The first time we went to the coast for the weekend… You took me to a B&B, we had dinner, I met some of your college friends. I wondered the whole night how many of your friends were comparing me to her, how many times you had sat in those same bars, with these same friends only it was her by your side. At dinner the waiter thought you looked familiar, you said that you had eaten there before. Before – with her. It took away some of the magic of that night for me.
I hate jealousy. I hate the way it makes me feel. I hate the person that I become when it takes over and all I can see is what I want. What I need. I can almost taste it. I know that all that matters is that you chose me. But it wasn’t a clear black and white choice. And that makes me not want to be with you. Because I hate feeling like I come second.
Let’s get out of here. Get away where there are no memories of past loves. No past. Just you and just me, forging a future of just us. I want to discover things for the first time with you by my side and know that you’re experiencing them the same way. I want to make this work, make us work, and I’m struggling within the confines of what you will allow. To find a place for me. A place for just us. Alone.
Just for the record, I realize that I am being irrational. I don’t care.
This is not to say that I have never felt jealousy. I’ve felt it – like an all consuming green wave of rage and frustration and sub-conscious realization that I’m being foolish. But I no longer think jealousy is just about cheating. In high school I was so jealous I couldn’t see straight of a friend who was more talented, more beautiful, more popular, kinder, smarter, and funnier than I ever could be. I’ve been jealous of people who have traveled more, of people who could write. I’ve envied other relationships, other careers, other families.
I never thought I’d be jealous of what came before me but I’m learning that I am. When you talk of the places you’ve been, of the places you want to take me to, I’m jealous that you’ve already been there, already have memories of these places with her. I feel like it makes me common, makes us common, that somewhere in your mind there are memories of that place in which both she and I appear.
The first time we went to the coast for the weekend… You took me to a B&B, we had dinner, I met some of your college friends. I wondered the whole night how many of your friends were comparing me to her, how many times you had sat in those same bars, with these same friends only it was her by your side. At dinner the waiter thought you looked familiar, you said that you had eaten there before. Before – with her. It took away some of the magic of that night for me.
I hate jealousy. I hate the way it makes me feel. I hate the person that I become when it takes over and all I can see is what I want. What I need. I can almost taste it. I know that all that matters is that you chose me. But it wasn’t a clear black and white choice. And that makes me not want to be with you. Because I hate feeling like I come second.
Let’s get out of here. Get away where there are no memories of past loves. No past. Just you and just me, forging a future of just us. I want to discover things for the first time with you by my side and know that you’re experiencing them the same way. I want to make this work, make us work, and I’m struggling within the confines of what you will allow. To find a place for me. A place for just us. Alone.
Just for the record, I realize that I am being irrational. I don’t care.
Donner Party 2006
Heh.
So you born and bread California types might not believe this but… I had only a passing knowledge of who the Donner party* was or what happened to them. It’s not exactly “news” in other parts of the country. You know. But I did have some idea that they were either from or settled near Donner Lake. And also that there was cannibalism, I’m not sure why.**
TheBoy and I trekked up to Michele’s cabin at Donner Lake this past weekend with Michele, Cate and Shawn. Much fun was had by all. One of the activities of the weekend was a trip to the Donner museum. Seeing that exhibit really made me reflective on how much the human spirit (and body!) can really endure. TheBoy and I were STILL talking about it on the way home last night.
Also, the five of us went ice skating at the top of Squaw Valley Ski Resort. Seriously the most expensive ice skating ever because you have to take the gondola tram thing up to the top first but… The view! SO fun! And ice skating outside is just more fun than going round and round in some sort of pseudo-gymnasium thing. Somehow a full on snowball fight got started in which Ryan made a new girlfriend. Seriously! I was getting worried y’all. Except she was like 10. You know.
Other than that the weekend was spent eating and drinking and playing many rounds of Jenga. Who’s idea was it that the person who knocked over the stack had to take a shot? I think we need to examine that logic! And since all of my friends are closet gourmet chefs – and Michele is no exception – the food was excellent! Although, I don’t think she was as worried as I am about the size of my ass… But whatever. So good! And calories don’t count on vacation do they? This was technically a vacation.
AND I took pictures! Yay me! I unfortunately forgot to bring the cable with me to work today so I can’t SHOW you any of the pictures but… I have them! Lots of them! I promise I will try to remember the cable for tomorrow. Good times y’all.
*For those of you other non-California types you can read about the Donner party here.
**Why I knew about the cannibalism, not why they resorted to cannibalism.
So you born and bread California types might not believe this but… I had only a passing knowledge of who the Donner party* was or what happened to them. It’s not exactly “news” in other parts of the country. You know. But I did have some idea that they were either from or settled near Donner Lake. And also that there was cannibalism, I’m not sure why.**
TheBoy and I trekked up to Michele’s cabin at Donner Lake this past weekend with Michele, Cate and Shawn. Much fun was had by all. One of the activities of the weekend was a trip to the Donner museum. Seeing that exhibit really made me reflective on how much the human spirit (and body!) can really endure. TheBoy and I were STILL talking about it on the way home last night.
Also, the five of us went ice skating at the top of Squaw Valley Ski Resort. Seriously the most expensive ice skating ever because you have to take the gondola tram thing up to the top first but… The view! SO fun! And ice skating outside is just more fun than going round and round in some sort of pseudo-gymnasium thing. Somehow a full on snowball fight got started in which Ryan made a new girlfriend. Seriously! I was getting worried y’all. Except she was like 10. You know.
Other than that the weekend was spent eating and drinking and playing many rounds of Jenga. Who’s idea was it that the person who knocked over the stack had to take a shot? I think we need to examine that logic! And since all of my friends are closet gourmet chefs – and Michele is no exception – the food was excellent! Although, I don’t think she was as worried as I am about the size of my ass… But whatever. So good! And calories don’t count on vacation do they? This was technically a vacation.
AND I took pictures! Yay me! I unfortunately forgot to bring the cable with me to work today so I can’t SHOW you any of the pictures but… I have them! Lots of them! I promise I will try to remember the cable for tomorrow. Good times y’all.
*For those of you other non-California types you can read about the Donner party here.
**Why I knew about the cannibalism, not why they resorted to cannibalism.
Friday, February 24, 2006
A good day
I am in a goofy mood. I have this song in my head. I don’t know why.
Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barking from the dog, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out
Hooked it up for later as I hit the do'
Thinking will i live, another twenty-fo'
I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all
Which park, are y'all playin basketball?
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freaking niggaz every way like M.J.
I can't believe, today was a good day
Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn't even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin, didn't even look in a niggaz direction
as I ran the intersection
Went to Short Dog's house, they was watchin YO! MTV Raps
What's the haps on the craps
Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em
Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do' little Joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.
Today was a good day
Left my niggaz house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade
It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep, so deep, so deep
put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
she didn't hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I'm coasting
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashing those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the morning got the Fatburger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read Ice Cube's a pimp
Drunk as hell but no throwing up
Half way home and my pager still blowing up
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day.
I love me some Ice Cube. What can I say? This reminds me of that Friday movie…
Okay I’m done now.
Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barking from the dog, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out
Hooked it up for later as I hit the do'
Thinking will i live, another twenty-fo'
I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all
Which park, are y'all playin basketball?
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freaking niggaz every way like M.J.
I can't believe, today was a good day
Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn't even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin, didn't even look in a niggaz direction
as I ran the intersection
Went to Short Dog's house, they was watchin YO! MTV Raps
What's the haps on the craps
Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em
Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do' little Joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.
Today was a good day
Left my niggaz house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade
It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep, so deep, so deep
put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
she didn't hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I'm coasting
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashing those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the morning got the Fatburger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read Ice Cube's a pimp
Drunk as hell but no throwing up
Half way home and my pager still blowing up
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day.
I love me some Ice Cube. What can I say? This reminds me of that Friday movie…
Okay I’m done now.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Waiting...
I am not a patient person. The last few days have been just insanely busy but right now? Right now I'm waiting for something. Something that once it comes will cause hell to break loose all over again and keep me running for the remainder of the day.
I hate to wait.
So while I've been sitting here looking at ideas for engagement parties and photo upon photo of wedding dresses and engagement dresses I've also been filling out this little survey that I picked up somewhere.
Aren't y'all thrilled?!?!
*ahem*
1. Ever been given a ring?
Yes – but I gave it right back!
2. Longest Relationship?
I’m in it! 4 years and 8 months.
3. Last gift you received:
TheBoy planning an entire date evening for our “faux” Valentine’s Day.
4. How many times have you dropped your cell?
68,413 roughly.
5. Last time you worked out?
Ha! Um… I’m embarrassed to admit this! Sunday.
6. Thing(s) you spend a lot of money on?
Food and Wine. Seriously! I keep a detailed budget – I know where my money goes!
7. Last food you ate?
Leftover pasta from last night’s dinner.
8. First thing you notice about the opposite sex?
Smile.
9. One favorite song:
Nothing Else Matters - Metallica
10. Where do you live?
Silicon Valley – but maybe not for long!
11. High school you attended?
Menlo-Atherton High School
12. Cell phone service provider?
Sprint.
13. Favorite mall store:
Ann Taylor Loft
14. Longest Job held:
Ha! This is funny! And kind of sad actually… Sales Girl / Asst. Manager / Custome Printing Specialist for Papyrus. I worked there for 3 years. In high school y’all!
15. Do you own a pair of dice?
Actually no. Unless the one in my Cranium game counts?
16. Do you prank call people?
No.
17. Last wedding attended?
Sean and Jen’s
18. First person you'd call if you won the lottery?
My mom. And then probably not anyone else.
19. Last time you attended church:
I just was talking about this – Fall of 1997.
20. Favorite fast food restaurant:
I like the baked potato and side salad at Wendy’s. But TheBoy is positively addicted to Taco Bell so we eat that MUCH more often.
21. Biggest lie you have heard?
I don’t know. People lie all the time but nothing sticks out as a BIG lie.
22. Where do you work?
At a bank.
23. Where's your favorite place to eat with friends?
At one of our homes – with my friends the food is better than most restaurants and you can’t beat the relaxed atmosphere. Or the service!
24. Can you cook?
Yes I can.
25. What car do you drive?
2000 Z24 Chevy Cavalier Convertible
26. Best kisser?
Am I supposed to name the person here that is the best kisser I’ve kissed? I think I’d be in trouble if I said anyone other than TheBoy. Also, see #2 above – I can’t remember anyone else’s kisses!
27. Last time you cried?
Valentine’s Day
28. Most disliked food:
Fois Gras
29. Thing you like most about yourself:
My easy going attitude
30. Thing you dislike most about yourself:
About 9 Billion other things!
31. Person you want to do in a bad way?
LOL – Can we reflect for a moment on the use of the word “do” to imply sex? Okay – I’m done. TheBoy, of course!
32. Longest shift you have worked at a job?
15 hours.
33. What movie is your favorite?
Gone With the Wind.
34. Can you sing?
Not anymore.
35. Last concert attended?
Brooks and Dunn with Big and Rich
36. Last movie rented?
40 Year Old Virgin just came on Netflix
37. Favorite Alcoholic drink?
Beer.
38. Thing you never leave home without?
Chapstick.
39. Favorite vacation spot?
Anyplace warm and sunny with a body of water near by.
I hate to wait.
So while I've been sitting here looking at ideas for engagement parties and photo upon photo of wedding dresses and engagement dresses I've also been filling out this little survey that I picked up somewhere.
Aren't y'all thrilled?!?!
*ahem*
1. Ever been given a ring?
Yes – but I gave it right back!
2. Longest Relationship?
I’m in it! 4 years and 8 months.
3. Last gift you received:
TheBoy planning an entire date evening for our “faux” Valentine’s Day.
4. How many times have you dropped your cell?
68,413 roughly.
5. Last time you worked out?
Ha! Um… I’m embarrassed to admit this! Sunday.
6. Thing(s) you spend a lot of money on?
Food and Wine. Seriously! I keep a detailed budget – I know where my money goes!
7. Last food you ate?
Leftover pasta from last night’s dinner.
8. First thing you notice about the opposite sex?
Smile.
9. One favorite song:
Nothing Else Matters - Metallica
10. Where do you live?
Silicon Valley – but maybe not for long!
11. High school you attended?
Menlo-Atherton High School
12. Cell phone service provider?
Sprint.
13. Favorite mall store:
Ann Taylor Loft
14. Longest Job held:
Ha! This is funny! And kind of sad actually… Sales Girl / Asst. Manager / Custome Printing Specialist for Papyrus. I worked there for 3 years. In high school y’all!
15. Do you own a pair of dice?
Actually no. Unless the one in my Cranium game counts?
16. Do you prank call people?
No.
17. Last wedding attended?
Sean and Jen’s
18. First person you'd call if you won the lottery?
My mom. And then probably not anyone else.
19. Last time you attended church:
I just was talking about this – Fall of 1997.
20. Favorite fast food restaurant:
I like the baked potato and side salad at Wendy’s. But TheBoy is positively addicted to Taco Bell so we eat that MUCH more often.
21. Biggest lie you have heard?
I don’t know. People lie all the time but nothing sticks out as a BIG lie.
22. Where do you work?
At a bank.
23. Where's your favorite place to eat with friends?
At one of our homes – with my friends the food is better than most restaurants and you can’t beat the relaxed atmosphere. Or the service!
24. Can you cook?
Yes I can.
25. What car do you drive?
2000 Z24 Chevy Cavalier Convertible
26. Best kisser?
Am I supposed to name the person here that is the best kisser I’ve kissed? I think I’d be in trouble if I said anyone other than TheBoy. Also, see #2 above – I can’t remember anyone else’s kisses!
27. Last time you cried?
Valentine’s Day
28. Most disliked food:
Fois Gras
29. Thing you like most about yourself:
My easy going attitude
30. Thing you dislike most about yourself:
About 9 Billion other things!
31. Person you want to do in a bad way?
LOL – Can we reflect for a moment on the use of the word “do” to imply sex? Okay – I’m done. TheBoy, of course!
32. Longest shift you have worked at a job?
15 hours.
33. What movie is your favorite?
Gone With the Wind.
34. Can you sing?
Not anymore.
35. Last concert attended?
Brooks and Dunn with Big and Rich
36. Last movie rented?
40 Year Old Virgin just came on Netflix
37. Favorite Alcoholic drink?
Beer.
38. Thing you never leave home without?
Chapstick.
39. Favorite vacation spot?
Anyplace warm and sunny with a body of water near by.
Anger Management
“Tiffany has issues with anger.”
That statement came home with me from school every time there was a progress report. Anger Issues. I’ve been told it by every medical professional and guidance counselor I’ve ever been to. I bet those of you who know me are saying, “You never seem angry!” And you’re right. I’m not ever angry – at you. But some days (or if I’m being honest, MOST days) I really hate myself. Does anyone else go through this? I mean real true anger, almost rage, directed internally?
I’m not talking about the “gosh, I’m fat today” or “why can’t I be more motivated” little annoyances we feel towards ourselves from time to time. I’m as guilty as the next girl of having pizza for dinner and then being angry with myself for doing it, or of sleeping in instead of getting up and then being annoyed all day that I didn’t get a work out in. I think those things are normal. It’s conscience. It’s self-preservation. It makes us order vegetables with dinner and wake up early for the gym on other days.
Sometimes people notice it. TheBoy sometimes notices it. And being the good boyfriend that he is, he wants to help. To fix it. To fix me. He’s positively certifiable if the thinks I will ever share with him all of the thoughts in my head. I mean really, why confuse him with the grey? Someone wiser than myself told me that men see mainly in black and white. Grey confuses them. Black and White. I’ll keep it black and white because otherwise he may learn that it’s actually me who is certifiable.
That statement came home with me from school every time there was a progress report. Anger Issues. I’ve been told it by every medical professional and guidance counselor I’ve ever been to. I bet those of you who know me are saying, “You never seem angry!” And you’re right. I’m not ever angry – at you. But some days (or if I’m being honest, MOST days) I really hate myself. Does anyone else go through this? I mean real true anger, almost rage, directed internally?
I’m not talking about the “gosh, I’m fat today” or “why can’t I be more motivated” little annoyances we feel towards ourselves from time to time. I’m as guilty as the next girl of having pizza for dinner and then being angry with myself for doing it, or of sleeping in instead of getting up and then being annoyed all day that I didn’t get a work out in. I think those things are normal. It’s conscience. It’s self-preservation. It makes us order vegetables with dinner and wake up early for the gym on other days.
Sometimes people notice it. TheBoy sometimes notices it. And being the good boyfriend that he is, he wants to help. To fix it. To fix me. He’s positively certifiable if the thinks I will ever share with him all of the thoughts in my head. I mean really, why confuse him with the grey? Someone wiser than myself told me that men see mainly in black and white. Grey confuses them. Black and White. I’ll keep it black and white because otherwise he may learn that it’s actually me who is certifiable.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Pictures
I sat the other night looking through old pictures with a childhood friend (and positively glowing bride-to-be). We have spent the last 13, maybe 14, years as friends and so we have a lot of the same memories. It’s amazing looking back at some of those pictures how intensely I still feel the pains I felt then. In some of those pictures when I stare at the face of the younger me I can even see it. The hurt, the embarrassment… It’s something in the eyes I think. Or perhaps the not quite genuine smile.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about going back to church. I miss it. I miss the fellowship, I miss the guidance, I miss the support. The most logical choice would be to go back to the church I called home so many years ago. The church I haven’t set foot into except maybe a dozen times in the last 10 years. I still have some friends there and it would be easy to let myself fall back into that. However, I clearly still have some unresolved issues with that place! When I think about going there, and seeing the people I used to know, it’s like the last 10 years haven’t happened and I’m still that miserable little girl I was. And I like who I am now. I’m proud of what I’ve become. How can a few photos, a few memories, cause that to feel null and void.
Also, my feelings about church have changed. My feelings about God are exactly the same if not better formed now than they were then. I mean, obviously I’m an adult now and am more aware of the decisions I make. My feelings about church and the rules and “truths” that I’m expected to abide by and believe wholeheartedly have changed. It’s true I’m no conservative, so you can only imagine the potential butting of heads. I suppose I could just keep quiet… Plead ignorance on subjects such as same sex marriage, a woman’s right to chose, while quietly supporting the causes I believe in wholeheartedly. And yet, let’s be honest… When have I EVER been able to keep my mouth shut?? And why would I want to?
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about going back to church. I miss it. I miss the fellowship, I miss the guidance, I miss the support. The most logical choice would be to go back to the church I called home so many years ago. The church I haven’t set foot into except maybe a dozen times in the last 10 years. I still have some friends there and it would be easy to let myself fall back into that. However, I clearly still have some unresolved issues with that place! When I think about going there, and seeing the people I used to know, it’s like the last 10 years haven’t happened and I’m still that miserable little girl I was. And I like who I am now. I’m proud of what I’ve become. How can a few photos, a few memories, cause that to feel null and void.
Also, my feelings about church have changed. My feelings about God are exactly the same if not better formed now than they were then. I mean, obviously I’m an adult now and am more aware of the decisions I make. My feelings about church and the rules and “truths” that I’m expected to abide by and believe wholeheartedly have changed. It’s true I’m no conservative, so you can only imagine the potential butting of heads. I suppose I could just keep quiet… Plead ignorance on subjects such as same sex marriage, a woman’s right to chose, while quietly supporting the causes I believe in wholeheartedly. And yet, let’s be honest… When have I EVER been able to keep my mouth shut?? And why would I want to?
Friday, February 17, 2006
Why I am stupid. And also YAY! It's Friday!
I think I maybe should have stayed in bed this morning! So first there was the whole thing this morning – which I’m not even going to pretend is hypothetical anymore – which makes me so sad coming on the heels of the wonderful, fantastic, amazing faux V-Day evening that TheBoy and I have had in years. Years! Seriously. I haven’t posted about it because… I can’t seem to get down on paper how much it meant to me that he planned something so thoughtful.
Then, I noticed I was low on gas last night but I figured I’d stop this morning when I had TheBoy with me (I don’t like to stop at gas stations by myself – it’s weird I know). But he wanted to drive seperately at the last minute and so I forgot. It happens. I forgot all the way until I felt my car studdering as I was parking for work this morning. Yay me! Luckily there is a gas station not too far from here but I am going to have to do some serious sweet talking to get someone to help me push the car there.
Also, they were totally out of soy milk at the coffee shop this morning! So rude! And since I wasn’t in the mood to deal with a stomach ache I’ve been drinking just regular office sludge all morning. Which is probably going to give me a stomach ache anyway!
*sigh*
Normally those things would just make me laugh because, well really I run out of gas more than anyone I’ve ever met. AND I have an idiot light! How lame is that?!?! I seriously need to get over my fear of going to the gas station alone. Have y’all ever seen that e-mail about how come it’s better to be a guy than a girl? One of the things listed is that guys never have to drive around looking for a different gas station because this one is just too icky. That is so me y’all!
Anywho, I’m totally looking forward to this weekend. A little working out, a little reading, a little cleaning the house, some helping TheBoy work on his car (which I love because he’s never really asked me to do anything other than sit in the car and turn the key when he yells before!) and some much needed time with the girls on Sunday night.
And because I hate sounding bitter and crap because that is so not me and goes against my whole New Year’s resolution to be the most positive and enthusiastic person I know… Here’s a little tid bit to make y’all laugh.
TGIF!
50 Things youd like to Know about Me but Never Thought to Ask!
1. Have you ever been searched by the cops?
Sadly no. Though sometimes the bouncers at clubs get a little over zealous… Has anyone else noticed that?
2. Do you close your eyes on roller coasters?
No way! Eyes open, arms above the head and HUGE smile on my face!
3. When was the last time you went sleigh riding?
Tiffy doesn’t do snow.
4. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone?
With someone. I can’t sleep alone anymore. I get cold!
5. Do you believe in Ghosts?
Not so much.
6. Do you consider yourself creative?
In some aspects yes.
7. Do you think O.J. killed his wife?
Yes.
8. Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie?
Jennifer Aniston
9. Can you honestly say you know anything about politics?
Yes but I wish I knew more. I hate being uninformed! But I can’t seem to fit political research into my to do list most days!
10. Do you know how to play poker?
Yes I do.
11. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?
Lord no.
12. Do you kill bugs that are in the house?
Nope that’s what TheBoy is for!
13. Have you ever cheated on a test?
Nope – I’m a good girl that studies.
14. If you're driving in the middle of the night, and no one is around. Do you go through red lights?
Never! I have the WORST luck for stuff like that.
15. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you?
Plenty.
16. Boston Red Sox or New York Yankees?
SF Giants baby!
17. Have you ever Ice Skated?
Yep yep.
18. How often do you remember your dreams?
Almost always. Not that I ever know how to interpret them!
19. When was the last time you laughed so hard you were crying?
Sadly, I can’t remember… I think Liz was there though.
20. Can you name 5 songs by The Beatles?
Of course! Hard Days Night, Hey Jude, Penny Lane, Let It be, Please Please Me
21. Do you believe in love at first sight?
No – LUST at first sight maybe
23. Do you know who Ba-Ba-Booey is?
Of course
24. Do you always wear your seat belt?
Always! Thanks Mama for ingraining that habit in at an early age!
25. What talent do you wish you had?
Hmm… Reading minds maybe?
26. Do you like Sushi?
Mmmmm… Sushi!
27. Have you ever narrowly avoided a fatal accident?
Well I was in a pretty horrific car accident once but I don’t know if I would call it possibly fatal…
28. What do you wear to bed?
Depends, sometimes tanks and Pj bottoms, some times nighties, but I never go naked much to TheBoy’s dismay – I get too cold!
29. Have you ever been caught stealing?
Nope.
30. Does size matter
Yep. But only if you’re REALLY small or REALLY large. Someone had to be honest here!
31. Do you truly hate anyone?
Only myself sometimes.
32. Rock and Roll or Rap?
Rock and Roll.
34. Do you have a relative in prison?
Nope. Not at the moment anyway.
35. Have you ever sung in front of the mirror like your favorite singer?
Is that bad? Doesn’t everyone do that?
36. Do you know how to play chess?
Yep – I’m just learning now actually. Shot glass chess is MUCH more fun!
37. What food do you find disgusting?
Fois Gras.
38. Did you ever play, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours?
I don’t remember. Probably.
39. Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back?
Never.
40. Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly knew?
Yeah - I’m like that. Though I’ve been told to mind my own business a bunch also.
41. Have you ever been punched in the face?
No.
42. When is the last time you threw up from drinking too much?
Ummm… Gosh. It must have been awhile!
43. Have you ever walked out on a movie at the theater?
Yes. I hate scary movies and I went with a friend and her BF to see Scream in the theaters in HS. You know the first scene with Drew Barrymore? I walked out. Spent about 30 minutes on the phone with my BF before my friend came out to get me saying that was the only scary part.
44. Do you ever sit through a bad movie, just to see how bad it got?
LOL – yes. Good Company comes to mind.
45. Would you consider yourself obsessed with anything/anyone?
I’m obsessed with food. And exercizing. And my weight.
46. Have you ever met someone famous that you really wanted to meet?
That I really wanted to meet? No. But I’ve met a couple famous people. Sinbad was at Shasta once and John Madden came to TheBoy’s sister’s restaurant opening.
47. Have you ever been stood up?
Sadly yes.
48. When's the last time you screamed at the top of your lungs?
I’m sure TheBoy has snuck up on me and scared me once or twice recently.
49. Did you ever do something that you didn't want to, but did anyways just to fit in?
It’s called High School y’all.
50.Tag?
Umm… Mary? Shawn?
Then, I noticed I was low on gas last night but I figured I’d stop this morning when I had TheBoy with me (I don’t like to stop at gas stations by myself – it’s weird I know). But he wanted to drive seperately at the last minute and so I forgot. It happens. I forgot all the way until I felt my car studdering as I was parking for work this morning. Yay me! Luckily there is a gas station not too far from here but I am going to have to do some serious sweet talking to get someone to help me push the car there.
Also, they were totally out of soy milk at the coffee shop this morning! So rude! And since I wasn’t in the mood to deal with a stomach ache I’ve been drinking just regular office sludge all morning. Which is probably going to give me a stomach ache anyway!
*sigh*
Normally those things would just make me laugh because, well really I run out of gas more than anyone I’ve ever met. AND I have an idiot light! How lame is that?!?! I seriously need to get over my fear of going to the gas station alone. Have y’all ever seen that e-mail about how come it’s better to be a guy than a girl? One of the things listed is that guys never have to drive around looking for a different gas station because this one is just too icky. That is so me y’all!
Anywho, I’m totally looking forward to this weekend. A little working out, a little reading, a little cleaning the house, some helping TheBoy work on his car (which I love because he’s never really asked me to do anything other than sit in the car and turn the key when he yells before!) and some much needed time with the girls on Sunday night.
And because I hate sounding bitter and crap because that is so not me and goes against my whole New Year’s resolution to be the most positive and enthusiastic person I know… Here’s a little tid bit to make y’all laugh.
TGIF!
50 Things youd like to Know about Me but Never Thought to Ask!
1. Have you ever been searched by the cops?
Sadly no. Though sometimes the bouncers at clubs get a little over zealous… Has anyone else noticed that?
2. Do you close your eyes on roller coasters?
No way! Eyes open, arms above the head and HUGE smile on my face!
3. When was the last time you went sleigh riding?
Tiffy doesn’t do snow.
4. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone?
With someone. I can’t sleep alone anymore. I get cold!
5. Do you believe in Ghosts?
Not so much.
6. Do you consider yourself creative?
In some aspects yes.
7. Do you think O.J. killed his wife?
Yes.
8. Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie?
Jennifer Aniston
9. Can you honestly say you know anything about politics?
Yes but I wish I knew more. I hate being uninformed! But I can’t seem to fit political research into my to do list most days!
10. Do you know how to play poker?
Yes I do.
11. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?
Lord no.
12. Do you kill bugs that are in the house?
Nope that’s what TheBoy is for!
13. Have you ever cheated on a test?
Nope – I’m a good girl that studies.
14. If you're driving in the middle of the night, and no one is around. Do you go through red lights?
Never! I have the WORST luck for stuff like that.
15. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you?
Plenty.
16. Boston Red Sox or New York Yankees?
SF Giants baby!
17. Have you ever Ice Skated?
Yep yep.
18. How often do you remember your dreams?
Almost always. Not that I ever know how to interpret them!
19. When was the last time you laughed so hard you were crying?
Sadly, I can’t remember… I think Liz was there though.
20. Can you name 5 songs by The Beatles?
Of course! Hard Days Night, Hey Jude, Penny Lane, Let It be, Please Please Me
21. Do you believe in love at first sight?
No – LUST at first sight maybe
23. Do you know who Ba-Ba-Booey is?
Of course
24. Do you always wear your seat belt?
Always! Thanks Mama for ingraining that habit in at an early age!
25. What talent do you wish you had?
Hmm… Reading minds maybe?
26. Do you like Sushi?
Mmmmm… Sushi!
27. Have you ever narrowly avoided a fatal accident?
Well I was in a pretty horrific car accident once but I don’t know if I would call it possibly fatal…
28. What do you wear to bed?
Depends, sometimes tanks and Pj bottoms, some times nighties, but I never go naked much to TheBoy’s dismay – I get too cold!
29. Have you ever been caught stealing?
Nope.
30. Does size matter
Yep. But only if you’re REALLY small or REALLY large. Someone had to be honest here!
31. Do you truly hate anyone?
Only myself sometimes.
32. Rock and Roll or Rap?
Rock and Roll.
34. Do you have a relative in prison?
Nope. Not at the moment anyway.
35. Have you ever sung in front of the mirror like your favorite singer?
Is that bad? Doesn’t everyone do that?
36. Do you know how to play chess?
Yep – I’m just learning now actually. Shot glass chess is MUCH more fun!
37. What food do you find disgusting?
Fois Gras.
38. Did you ever play, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours?
I don’t remember. Probably.
39. Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back?
Never.
40. Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly knew?
Yeah - I’m like that. Though I’ve been told to mind my own business a bunch also.
41. Have you ever been punched in the face?
No.
42. When is the last time you threw up from drinking too much?
Ummm… Gosh. It must have been awhile!
43. Have you ever walked out on a movie at the theater?
Yes. I hate scary movies and I went with a friend and her BF to see Scream in the theaters in HS. You know the first scene with Drew Barrymore? I walked out. Spent about 30 minutes on the phone with my BF before my friend came out to get me saying that was the only scary part.
44. Do you ever sit through a bad movie, just to see how bad it got?
LOL – yes. Good Company comes to mind.
45. Would you consider yourself obsessed with anything/anyone?
I’m obsessed with food. And exercizing. And my weight.
46. Have you ever met someone famous that you really wanted to meet?
That I really wanted to meet? No. But I’ve met a couple famous people. Sinbad was at Shasta once and John Madden came to TheBoy’s sister’s restaurant opening.
47. Have you ever been stood up?
Sadly yes.
48. When's the last time you screamed at the top of your lungs?
I’m sure TheBoy has snuck up on me and scared me once or twice recently.
49. Did you ever do something that you didn't want to, but did anyways just to fit in?
It’s called High School y’all.
50.Tag?
Umm… Mary? Shawn?
Lessons Learned
And this is why I never speak to people about my relationship, even though it sucks to keep everything bottled inside which leads to mas introspection and sometimes heavy drinking. Because when you break that rule that you made for yourself and you maybe start letting a few things out – to get an outside opinion or just to vent – you open yourself to the possibility that someone (good hearted and well meaning as they may be) will say something alluding to what you’ve said to your significant other over drinks one night.*
Said significant other may think nothing of the comment at the time but then, after you’ve left the bar and gone to bed, they’ve had time to think about it and turn it over in their head and come up with possible meanings and blow the whole thing out of proportion. And the above scenario may or may not have the power to ruin your whole morning and quite possibly your day.
So the moral to this story? It’s just like my mom always said… If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all.
*Totally hypothetically. Of course.
Said significant other may think nothing of the comment at the time but then, after you’ve left the bar and gone to bed, they’ve had time to think about it and turn it over in their head and come up with possible meanings and blow the whole thing out of proportion. And the above scenario may or may not have the power to ruin your whole morning and quite possibly your day.
So the moral to this story? It’s just like my mom always said… If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all.
*Totally hypothetically. Of course.
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