Is it stealing when someone leaves a particular item behind, and you keep it without telling that said person that they forgot it? What if that person is far away, and it is hard to give it back? What if that person kind of obviously purposely left it behind? What if it was insignificant, like say a big blue coffee mug? Should a person just keep it? It doesn't matter what you say or believe, because that person is going to keep it, because she thinks it is super cool and doesn't want to part with it.
Speaking of stealing. I am a sinner because I have "stolen" and I have lusted after someone of the opposite sex. Guess who has an awesome Christian, Bible-thumping website? Yes it is our dear Mike Seaver, Kirk Cameron. Apparently, he used to be an devote Atheist, just like you and me (because aren't we all). But then he found the way of the Bible, which told him that if he didn't become a Christian, he would be damned for life. Uhhh, shouldn't we think of better reasons to be a Christian than a selfish reason, like I don't want to go to hell. How about the belief that Jesus was the son of God, and like good and stuff. I don't get religion (so starts the hate comments). Note: when it asks you if you are a Christian or not, just for fun, click no. It will explain everything: WHY YOU ARE GOING TO HELL and not good enough to go to heaven. Nothing like a little fear tactic to convert someone.
Here is an awesome website where you can see how your face compares to celebrities. My face recognition correlates to Lucille Ball and River Phoenix. Hmmm.
And if the title doesn't make sense you must watch Conan O'Brien to see the best new character.
1/18/2006
Poor guy...I don't think they pay you enough to do that
For my work, I go to meet with different agencies in the city. I do this to see what they can do for me, my company and the clients of my company. Plus, when I go around to meet with these people, I can add them to my "community linkages" for Public Allies. So the more I meet, the better I look, or something like that.
Anyway. As I was driving, I was noticed that some bank/credit/loan place had some advertisement going on. They had a guy, standing on that island thingy in the middle of the busy city street, dressed up like the Statue of Liberty holding a sign that said something I didn't quite see, but I think it said "Income Tax". Maybe it was a friendly reminder that tax season is coming soon. Seeing that guy standing there had me thinking many different things. Here is the list of things running through my head as I saw him:
1. That guy is lucky it is a mild winter. (It has been in the 30 degrees Fahrenheit for more than a week. This is incredible, considering winter in Wisconsin can get bitterly cold. Negatives anyone?)
2. Is that guy a permanent employee? Or is it someone that they paid that day to do that stuff?
3. Look at the title of this blog.
4. I don't think Milwaukee is big enough for that type of shoot.
5. Doesn't that stuff work better with foot traffic? I think my point of not exactly knowing what that sign said speaks to this idea.
6. Once again, look at the title of this blog.... I mean...It's January!!!
Anyway. As I was driving, I was noticed that some bank/credit/loan place had some advertisement going on. They had a guy, standing on that island thingy in the middle of the busy city street, dressed up like the Statue of Liberty holding a sign that said something I didn't quite see, but I think it said "Income Tax". Maybe it was a friendly reminder that tax season is coming soon. Seeing that guy standing there had me thinking many different things. Here is the list of things running through my head as I saw him:
1. That guy is lucky it is a mild winter. (It has been in the 30 degrees Fahrenheit for more than a week. This is incredible, considering winter in Wisconsin can get bitterly cold. Negatives anyone?)
2. Is that guy a permanent employee? Or is it someone that they paid that day to do that stuff?
3. Look at the title of this blog.
4. I don't think Milwaukee is big enough for that type of shoot.
5. Doesn't that stuff work better with foot traffic? I think my point of not exactly knowing what that sign said speaks to this idea.
6. Once again, look at the title of this blog.... I mean...It's January!!!
1/17/2006
To those who plan on commenting from this point on...
You stupid, stupid spammers. I have now blocked you. I block thee. So to those Real People, who would like to comment on my happenings, feel free. You will be asked to do a word verification, just to make sure there is no automatic commenting by spammers like Juicyfruit or whatever. You didn't trick me...I didn't click on your blog, so there.
There is nothing I hate more in the world than looking like a stupid girly girl
Yesterday was weird. Really weird. I started the day by getting up to go to work. For those of you not in the know, yesterday was Martin Luther King JR. day. Public Allies had a service day at 10:30am, so I figured that I could get two hours at my placement before it. I asked my supervisor if we would be working that day and she said yes. I told her I would come in two hours that day. When I showed up that morning, only one lady was there to tell me to go home, because we had the day off. Geez Louise.
Anyway, as I was walking back to my car, I noticed the rear passenger tire was flat. Gawl Darn it all!!! I never was taught how to change a tire, and of course, never had to do it. So I drove on what little air I had left (because I didn't have the equipment to attempt to change it and I did not have my AAA card) to an autoshop, where I proceeded to pay 80 bucks to get a new tire changed. Luckily for me, this was all able to be done in the two hours I had before the community service day started.
---Quickly I want to describe how I interacted with the guy at the autoshop. ME: "Ahhhh, I have a flat." Guy: "Ok." silence. ME: "I don't know how to get my spare on." silence. "I would like a new tire." Guy: "Well, why don't I find out what is wrong first." ME: "Ahhh, ok." guy comes back later, tells me I had a screw in the tire and asks if I want to patch it or get a new tire. ME: "ahhh, I don't know. What is best?" (note: of course he is going to say the most expensive thing" Guy: "Long run...new tire." ME: "Ok." later on guy shows me tires, talking about the features while I stare blankly at him. Me: "I guess I will go with that one." I point to the cheapest. Later guy tells me all the other things I need to fix in my car as he gives me silence so I can say I want it fixed right away instead I say, "Ok, I will get that fixed sometime in the near future." I pay and run away from the scary, scary mechanic men.---
Service day was ok. We got to spend the day at the YMCA for a special MLK celebration thingy. We were suppose to have special jobs to do during the day. My job was to man the sign-in table. Everybody else's was to watch teens do a dance/drum routine and play basketball with kids. LUCKY!!!
Afterwards some of the Allies and I went to a bar for a drink. It is 2pm. Oh, yippie skippy, power outage. Drinking in the dark is fun. The bartender put out tealights for us. It really set the mood. Since the bar is one block away, my apartment also had a power outage. Stupid hit and run driver hitting power lines. I went to get something to eat, since I didn't feel like cooking something in the dark. I then had a romantic candlelight dinner by myself. So sad. (Note: At one point my apartment manager had to walk me down the hall with a flashlight, because it was too dark because it was too dark to walk down myself. Once again, I felt like a silly little girl.)
I was sick of sitting in the dark, so I called my friend to see if I could hang out with her. We watched the Golden Globes, while we chatted and I knitted. Brokeback Mountain won Best Picture. I watched that this weekend. I thought it was good, but didn't really get the hype. I think people give it too much credit for being controversial. It was nice to see so much prettiness going on. Jake and Heath on screen together, its like staring into the sun. heh. I think my only criticism about it, which made me think it was too hyped, was that it was too jammed packed. To sum 20 years in two hours seem like a bit much, considering it is summing up not only their relationship, but their relationship with their wives as well. I guess you are suppose to get the point that Jake and Heath's characters see each other soo rarely. If I had to rate it, 3/4 stars. Michelle Williams was excellent.
Funny thing about the movie watching experience...There was a lot of older women going to the movie in groups. My assumptions were that only young people would go to see the film, but I was proven wrong, me and CM were some of the youngest "kids" there. The group of men who were sitting in front of us were gigglin (like little girls as CM said) like crazy whenever the two lead actors kissed. CM and I (I know that this is bad, but hey, no one is perfect) assumed that they were gay. You would think they would be more mature about it. Come on, lets be grown ups about it. Lets at least giggle on the inside like I do.
Anyway, as I was walking back to my car, I noticed the rear passenger tire was flat. Gawl Darn it all!!! I never was taught how to change a tire, and of course, never had to do it. So I drove on what little air I had left (because I didn't have the equipment to attempt to change it and I did not have my AAA card) to an autoshop, where I proceeded to pay 80 bucks to get a new tire changed. Luckily for me, this was all able to be done in the two hours I had before the community service day started.
---Quickly I want to describe how I interacted with the guy at the autoshop. ME: "Ahhhh, I have a flat." Guy: "Ok." silence. ME: "I don't know how to get my spare on." silence. "I would like a new tire." Guy: "Well, why don't I find out what is wrong first." ME: "Ahhh, ok." guy comes back later, tells me I had a screw in the tire and asks if I want to patch it or get a new tire. ME: "ahhh, I don't know. What is best?" (note: of course he is going to say the most expensive thing" Guy: "Long run...new tire." ME: "Ok." later on guy shows me tires, talking about the features while I stare blankly at him. Me: "I guess I will go with that one." I point to the cheapest. Later guy tells me all the other things I need to fix in my car as he gives me silence so I can say I want it fixed right away instead I say, "Ok, I will get that fixed sometime in the near future." I pay and run away from the scary, scary mechanic men.---
Service day was ok. We got to spend the day at the YMCA for a special MLK celebration thingy. We were suppose to have special jobs to do during the day. My job was to man the sign-in table. Everybody else's was to watch teens do a dance/drum routine and play basketball with kids. LUCKY!!!
Afterwards some of the Allies and I went to a bar for a drink. It is 2pm. Oh, yippie skippy, power outage. Drinking in the dark is fun. The bartender put out tealights for us. It really set the mood. Since the bar is one block away, my apartment also had a power outage. Stupid hit and run driver hitting power lines. I went to get something to eat, since I didn't feel like cooking something in the dark. I then had a romantic candlelight dinner by myself. So sad. (Note: At one point my apartment manager had to walk me down the hall with a flashlight, because it was too dark because it was too dark to walk down myself. Once again, I felt like a silly little girl.)
I was sick of sitting in the dark, so I called my friend to see if I could hang out with her. We watched the Golden Globes, while we chatted and I knitted. Brokeback Mountain won Best Picture. I watched that this weekend. I thought it was good, but didn't really get the hype. I think people give it too much credit for being controversial. It was nice to see so much prettiness going on. Jake and Heath on screen together, its like staring into the sun. heh. I think my only criticism about it, which made me think it was too hyped, was that it was too jammed packed. To sum 20 years in two hours seem like a bit much, considering it is summing up not only their relationship, but their relationship with their wives as well. I guess you are suppose to get the point that Jake and Heath's characters see each other soo rarely. If I had to rate it, 3/4 stars. Michelle Williams was excellent.
Funny thing about the movie watching experience...There was a lot of older women going to the movie in groups. My assumptions were that only young people would go to see the film, but I was proven wrong, me and CM were some of the youngest "kids" there. The group of men who were sitting in front of us were gigglin (like little girls as CM said) like crazy whenever the two lead actors kissed. CM and I (I know that this is bad, but hey, no one is perfect) assumed that they were gay. You would think they would be more mature about it. Come on, lets be grown ups about it. Lets at least giggle on the inside like I do.
1/06/2006
Milwaukee Bucks are not so good
I got me some free Bucks tickets tonight. I was given them 1 hour and 30 minutes before the game started. I managed to get two friends to come with me. I still had three extra tickets that the woman gave me that I couldn't find anyone to take (not that I tried really hard). And no, I didn't scalp them, because I do have a sense of propriety.
The seats were up in the nose bleed section and we were surrounded by little kids. They must have been from the YMCA or some other type of recreation program, because it was clear that they were together. The game was good but the Bucks lost...to the Chicago Bulls? Aren't they not good? I don't really know. I don't follow much NBA.
The adult people sitting around us were annoying as all hell. I just wanted to yell at them..."Do you realize how far up we are? I don't think that those Bulls fans sitting in the section next to us can hear us let alone the players." Stupid frat boys.
But in general I love being at professional games. There is something so great about people watching and also watching those silly little games they play. I was hoping that the Bucks would make it over 100 points so I could get my free Quarter Pounder from McDonald's. Oh wait. I don't eat red meat. But still. Also the half time show was cool. They had this gymnastic/tumbling group who did all these crazy jumping tricks and flying jumps from trampolines over their fellow gymnasts forming a pyramid.
Today for Friday training, we had to be in the shoes of a LGBT person. In my case, I had to play the role of some girl that had slept with a man who had intimacy with another man (the guy (straight) who was along with me had to check the box that he had slept with a man in the past). The exercise was to see what it is like donating blood (or attempting to) and checking the box indicating or sexual histories. I was freaking out while filling out the survey. Not because of the particular question, but because of the fact that I was lying. I am such a goody two-shoe that it is not even funny. When the woman took me to the room to take my temp/blood pressure/go over the survey. The question about the sex was the first thing she noticed. She asked the question out loud again. I said yes. She asked how long ago...oh no cornered. I didn't know what a good time period would be. "Two years," I said. Ooops. That, aparently is acceptable.
As they were setting me up to give the blood, I look over at my partners in crime. The guy, of course, was denied because men who had sex with men are automatically denied the opportunity. I started breathing heavier, covering my face with my hands, moving around in my lounge chair, nervously giggling. The woman asked if I was ok. I started to ramble on incoherently. Then I said in an almost panicked manner, "Oh my, I am sorry. I am really nervous. Hmmm heh," Covering face again, "Oh my God, I don't think I can do this, my heart is racing." She let me go. The girl who was with me was asking if I was ok as we left the building. Then I turned around and smiled, "See, I told you I would do that if my questionnaire was accepted." She was mighty surprised by my acting abilities. Now I feel like crap. I shall be donating blood to ease the guilt sometime in the near future.
The seats were up in the nose bleed section and we were surrounded by little kids. They must have been from the YMCA or some other type of recreation program, because it was clear that they were together. The game was good but the Bucks lost...to the Chicago Bulls? Aren't they not good? I don't really know. I don't follow much NBA.
The adult people sitting around us were annoying as all hell. I just wanted to yell at them..."Do you realize how far up we are? I don't think that those Bulls fans sitting in the section next to us can hear us let alone the players." Stupid frat boys.
But in general I love being at professional games. There is something so great about people watching and also watching those silly little games they play. I was hoping that the Bucks would make it over 100 points so I could get my free Quarter Pounder from McDonald's. Oh wait. I don't eat red meat. But still. Also the half time show was cool. They had this gymnastic/tumbling group who did all these crazy jumping tricks and flying jumps from trampolines over their fellow gymnasts forming a pyramid.
Today for Friday training, we had to be in the shoes of a LGBT person. In my case, I had to play the role of some girl that had slept with a man who had intimacy with another man (the guy (straight) who was along with me had to check the box that he had slept with a man in the past). The exercise was to see what it is like donating blood (or attempting to) and checking the box indicating or sexual histories. I was freaking out while filling out the survey. Not because of the particular question, but because of the fact that I was lying. I am such a goody two-shoe that it is not even funny. When the woman took me to the room to take my temp/blood pressure/go over the survey. The question about the sex was the first thing she noticed. She asked the question out loud again. I said yes. She asked how long ago...oh no cornered. I didn't know what a good time period would be. "Two years," I said. Ooops. That, aparently is acceptable.
As they were setting me up to give the blood, I look over at my partners in crime. The guy, of course, was denied because men who had sex with men are automatically denied the opportunity. I started breathing heavier, covering my face with my hands, moving around in my lounge chair, nervously giggling. The woman asked if I was ok. I started to ramble on incoherently. Then I said in an almost panicked manner, "Oh my, I am sorry. I am really nervous. Hmmm heh," Covering face again, "Oh my God, I don't think I can do this, my heart is racing." She let me go. The girl who was with me was asking if I was ok as we left the building. Then I turned around and smiled, "See, I told you I would do that if my questionnaire was accepted." She was mighty surprised by my acting abilities. Now I feel like crap. I shall be donating blood to ease the guilt sometime in the near future.
1/05/2006
My Holiday summed up
First and most important news:
My sister and her boyfriend got engaged on Christmas Day. They came to my parents home that morning. My sister was hiding her hand in her sleeve, which I didn't notice. I started asking them what they got each other. She seemed flustered and said something about a necklace, with a face that looked pissed. A little more prodding led to her getting up and going to my mom. She held out her left hand and said, "So mom, what do you think about that watch Perry's sister got me?" My mom didn't even pay attention to her ring finger, and said the watch was nice. Hee. Finally my mom noticed and everyone was happy. My dad squealed like a little girl, with "a little dress. Little saddle shoes. Little pigtails."
Later that night when we went to our bigger family gathering, my sister told my family she had an announcement to make. In a fashion that can only be my family's, my 15-year old cousin with a baby says, "Your Pregnant!" You see, in my family, baby in a baby carriage comes before marriage. That is how we roll.
Note: The first and so far only thing that my sister is worrying about...who will be the flower girl and ring bearer. She wants it to be equal between her and her fiance's sides, but she really wants our cousin to be flower girl and her fiance does not really have anyone to be the ring bearer. Does anyone really worry much about this aspect of the wedding?
The morning after Christmas I awoke and found seven extra people sleeping on my mom's living room floor. Apparently there was an argument at my aunts house which lead everyone but two people to come spend the night. It was weird. One of the seven was a two month old baby. I was happy to see her there. I even got to help give her a bath that morning in our kitchen sink...hey there was no baby bath thingy at my mom's place. I held the baby while my cousin washed her. My cousin told me she usually cries a lot during her bath but she didn't when I help. That is because I have the magic touch.
I had that whole week between Christmas and New Years off, in which I did nothing but lay around my mom's house. I gained about five pounds while my mom baked a cake, brownies and cookies and made meals late at night to feed me. My mom loves to feed me. You can tell she misses me and my siblings. She said that she wasn't in the Christmas mood until we were back. She made Christmas cookies and gave me a Christmas stocking full of candy and snacks before I went back to Milwaukee. Having us around brings the Holiday spirit I guess.
Eye doctor appointment. Prescription is a little worse. I said no to "family history of cancer" and "heart problems" both which I only realized minutes later were wrong. Oops. Oddly enough, I almost said yes to the "family history of cataracts" until I realized that my grandpa is not my blood grandpa. I must have smoked something before I went because I was very absent minded. She also dilated my eyes, which only went away way late into the night. I started to get freaked out but I am okay now.
New Year's Eve was pretty uneventful. I was designated driver and spent some time at the apartment where I felt uncomfortable because it was fancy. Well, fancier than me and what I am used to. My friends and I left the bar at 12:30. We are too young to be acting like we are 80 people.
Resolution for the New Year: Be more talkative in social settings. I blame CM for making me such a wallflower. Ok, my mom could probably take some of the blame too.
My sister and her boyfriend got engaged on Christmas Day. They came to my parents home that morning. My sister was hiding her hand in her sleeve, which I didn't notice. I started asking them what they got each other. She seemed flustered and said something about a necklace, with a face that looked pissed. A little more prodding led to her getting up and going to my mom. She held out her left hand and said, "So mom, what do you think about that watch Perry's sister got me?" My mom didn't even pay attention to her ring finger, and said the watch was nice. Hee. Finally my mom noticed and everyone was happy. My dad squealed like a little girl, with "a little dress. Little saddle shoes. Little pigtails."
Later that night when we went to our bigger family gathering, my sister told my family she had an announcement to make. In a fashion that can only be my family's, my 15-year old cousin with a baby says, "Your Pregnant!" You see, in my family, baby in a baby carriage comes before marriage. That is how we roll.
Note: The first and so far only thing that my sister is worrying about...who will be the flower girl and ring bearer. She wants it to be equal between her and her fiance's sides, but she really wants our cousin to be flower girl and her fiance does not really have anyone to be the ring bearer. Does anyone really worry much about this aspect of the wedding?
The morning after Christmas I awoke and found seven extra people sleeping on my mom's living room floor. Apparently there was an argument at my aunts house which lead everyone but two people to come spend the night. It was weird. One of the seven was a two month old baby. I was happy to see her there. I even got to help give her a bath that morning in our kitchen sink...hey there was no baby bath thingy at my mom's place. I held the baby while my cousin washed her. My cousin told me she usually cries a lot during her bath but she didn't when I help. That is because I have the magic touch.
I had that whole week between Christmas and New Years off, in which I did nothing but lay around my mom's house. I gained about five pounds while my mom baked a cake, brownies and cookies and made meals late at night to feed me. My mom loves to feed me. You can tell she misses me and my siblings. She said that she wasn't in the Christmas mood until we were back. She made Christmas cookies and gave me a Christmas stocking full of candy and snacks before I went back to Milwaukee. Having us around brings the Holiday spirit I guess.
Eye doctor appointment. Prescription is a little worse. I said no to "family history of cancer" and "heart problems" both which I only realized minutes later were wrong. Oops. Oddly enough, I almost said yes to the "family history of cataracts" until I realized that my grandpa is not my blood grandpa. I must have smoked something before I went because I was very absent minded. She also dilated my eyes, which only went away way late into the night. I started to get freaked out but I am okay now.
New Year's Eve was pretty uneventful. I was designated driver and spent some time at the apartment where I felt uncomfortable because it was fancy. Well, fancier than me and what I am used to. My friends and I left the bar at 12:30. We are too young to be acting like we are 80 people.
Resolution for the New Year: Be more talkative in social settings. I blame CM for making me such a wallflower. Ok, my mom could probably take some of the blame too.
1/04/2006
A nostalgic blog for the new year
Music of my years
Ages 0-10: I lump this together because I didn't listen to much of anything. There was the NKOTB stint (I still have a Hangin' Tough Concert VHS which is awesome). I also remember playing my mom's Captain and Tenille and Olivia Newton John records a lot. I was influenced a lot by my Mom and Dad so at a young age I knew Crosby Stills Nash & Young, Patsy Cline, any New Wave band, the Who and that type of 70's rock bands.
Late elementary-early Middle school: Any radio friendly rap/hip-hop/r&B artist. It was all about En Vogue, Toni Braxton, Coolio, Salt n' Pepa, TLC anything on Jock Jams cds. I was huge into top 40 radio.
Late middle school-early high school: The start of the woe is me phase. I was into the "Lillith Fair" esque music. Girls with guitars/pianos/voices. Alanis Morrissette, Alana Davis, Joan Osbourne, Sarah Mclaughlin or however you spell it. I also loved Bush and The Wallflowers. Still a radio girl.
Late high school-early college: My love of 90's alternative. Weezer, Nirvana, splashes of TOadies, NIN etc. etc. And thanks to Napster and the like: Mustard Plug, Mates of State, The Rentals, Get UP Kids, Ozma, early Jimmy Eat World, Tsunami Bomb (Insert music you could not hear, find or buy in Sheboygan) and any band seen at the early Warped Tour. I liked emo, pop-punk and anything with a moog/organesque sound.
Late college-now: I like to think I am blending everything together. Refining my tastes. I still like En Vogue. There is a warm spot in my heart for Girly rock and Jock Jams. Recently I am mostly listening to rock music you can dance to: ala Ok Go, and rock music that has bizzare lyrics: ala Pixies and Modest Mouse.
I Love Music.
Ages 0-10: I lump this together because I didn't listen to much of anything. There was the NKOTB stint (I still have a Hangin' Tough Concert VHS which is awesome). I also remember playing my mom's Captain and Tenille and Olivia Newton John records a lot. I was influenced a lot by my Mom and Dad so at a young age I knew Crosby Stills Nash & Young, Patsy Cline, any New Wave band, the Who and that type of 70's rock bands.
Late elementary-early Middle school: Any radio friendly rap/hip-hop/r&B artist. It was all about En Vogue, Toni Braxton, Coolio, Salt n' Pepa, TLC anything on Jock Jams cds. I was huge into top 40 radio.
Late middle school-early high school: The start of the woe is me phase. I was into the "Lillith Fair" esque music. Girls with guitars/pianos/voices. Alanis Morrissette, Alana Davis, Joan Osbourne, Sarah Mclaughlin or however you spell it. I also loved Bush and The Wallflowers. Still a radio girl.
Late high school-early college: My love of 90's alternative. Weezer, Nirvana, splashes of TOadies, NIN etc. etc. And thanks to Napster and the like: Mustard Plug, Mates of State, The Rentals, Get UP Kids, Ozma, early Jimmy Eat World, Tsunami Bomb (Insert music you could not hear, find or buy in Sheboygan) and any band seen at the early Warped Tour. I liked emo, pop-punk and anything with a moog/organesque sound.
Late college-now: I like to think I am blending everything together. Refining my tastes. I still like En Vogue. There is a warm spot in my heart for Girly rock and Jock Jams. Recently I am mostly listening to rock music you can dance to: ala Ok Go, and rock music that has bizzare lyrics: ala Pixies and Modest Mouse.
I Love Music.
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