I don't know where she finds this stuff:
McDonalds Video Game. You help manage the pasteurs, the slaughterhouses, the chains, and the coporate offices. My record before going bankrupt is 15 years, and I almost hit 100,000 dollars. Yay for capitalism.
thepregnancytester.com It tells me that I am indeed pregnant! I am having a boy who will weigh 14lbs 16oz, be 21inches long and have blonde hair and hazel eyes. The baby daddy is Fabio. Upon his birth (December 25th at 7:16pm), he shall be named Justin Daniel.
and one my brother introduced to me, and loves:
Kitty Cat Dance. That song will be stuck in your head, regardless if you like it or not.
6/26/2006
Sophie, why I don't hate poodles quite that much anymore
I usually hate poodles. With their stupid groomed fur. They look stuck up, and from the few I have known in the past it is true. Usually, short tempered and nippy as well. But CM's dog, Sophie, is different.
Sophie always greets me whenever I come over to visit. She isn't groomed to have that puffball look. She knows cools tricks, like knowing which stuffed animal is which. Oh, and she is black. You all know how much I hate whities.
Sophie always greets me whenever I come over to visit. She isn't groomed to have that puffball look. She knows cools tricks, like knowing which stuffed animal is which. Oh, and she is black. You all know how much I hate whities.
Backstreet Boys say goodbye to Richardson
My first reactions to seeing this headline on Yahoo! News:
1. The Backstreet Boys are still together?
2. Which one is Richardson?
3. (after seeing the picture of him) NOOOOOOOOOOOOO....Not the one with the eyebrows!
4. Heh, HE's the first one to leave? Come on Nick Carter, I thought you were suppose to be the Justin Timberlake of the Backstreet Boys.
5. Wow, does anyone care?
1. The Backstreet Boys are still together?
2. Which one is Richardson?
3. (after seeing the picture of him) NOOOOOOOOOOOOO....Not the one with the eyebrows!
4. Heh, HE's the first one to leave? Come on Nick Carter, I thought you were suppose to be the Justin Timberlake of the Backstreet Boys.
5. Wow, does anyone care?
6/21/2006
***Cliched title alert*** Another One Bites the Dust
Yet another one of Hussein's lawyers were murdered. I bet defense attorneys are just lining up for that job. Yeesh.
And in the meantime, the US is still turning a blind eye to the happening in Africa with it's own leaders participating or ignoring the genocides/mass killings. Oh how we pick our battles.
I'm thinking about joining some religious organization, but it seems like The Rapture is here. That or human beings are flipping power-hungry idiots.
And in the meantime, the US is still turning a blind eye to the happening in Africa with it's own leaders participating or ignoring the genocides/mass killings. Oh how we pick our battles.
I'm thinking about joining some religious organization, but it seems like The Rapture is here. That or human beings are flipping power-hungry idiots.
Hey.....You!!!
You know what I like a lot? When you run into someone you met while completely inebriated. Upon meeting this person, you are friendly, chatty and declare that this person is awesome and you will be friends forever. Of course, you don't get contact information to actually become friends with said person, but it doesn't matter because that one night of friendship will stay in your memory.
unfortunately, there comes that time when you run into that person and one of three things happen:
1. You remember the person (name, city where born, college attended and other random facts you exchanged with that person). Except that person doesn't acknowledge you. Part of you wonders, does that person remember me? Should I go over there to say hi? But you end up not doing anything because you don't want to come off as a stalker and/or creepy. Perhaps part of it is being embarrassed about the way you acted while drunk.
2. Person approaches you and you remember their face but can't place where exactly you met, or their name, or anything else about them. So, you just say, "Hey...[awkward pause searching brain for name]....you!" I must admit, this happens to me even when I initially meet a person stone cold sober. I am a face-remember-er and not a name remember-er.
3. Person approaches you and you have absolutely no idea who they are. It is similar to number one, except the other person is creepy and/or stalkerish. You apologize for not remembering or you just fake it and pretend like you remember.
I'm sort of a beeeyootch.
unfortunately, there comes that time when you run into that person and one of three things happen:
1. You remember the person (name, city where born, college attended and other random facts you exchanged with that person). Except that person doesn't acknowledge you. Part of you wonders, does that person remember me? Should I go over there to say hi? But you end up not doing anything because you don't want to come off as a stalker and/or creepy. Perhaps part of it is being embarrassed about the way you acted while drunk.
2. Person approaches you and you remember their face but can't place where exactly you met, or their name, or anything else about them. So, you just say, "Hey...[awkward pause searching brain for name]....you!" I must admit, this happens to me even when I initially meet a person stone cold sober. I am a face-remember-er and not a name remember-er.
3. Person approaches you and you have absolutely no idea who they are. It is similar to number one, except the other person is creepy and/or stalkerish. You apologize for not remembering or you just fake it and pretend like you remember.
I'm sort of a beeeyootch.
6/20/2006
My weekend in Sheboygan
First thing I noticed when I walked into my parents' apartment was a big ass plasma TV. I mentioned it to my mom, and she told me that my 20 year-old brother bought it for himself (he is now working a factory job for the summer, making pretty good money). I think this is the dumbest purchase he could have made, but what do I know. I don't have money, and when I have it I hoard it like a mother. I think he should save it for a trip, or at least drinking money for the coming school year.
I met up with a friend from high school for a margarita while I talked about Public Allies. She was in an AmeriCorps program as well, so she knows all about my dramas. While there, we ran into her uncle, who paid for our drinks. Score! I always enjoy free drinks. I couldn't help but notice while we were drinking at the bar, a group of guys sat next to us. I recognized them right away as being guys a year younger than us, that went to our high school. Me, hating everything having to do with my high school, wanted to get out of there immediately. I wasn't scared of them talking to me, because they would have gone on happily ignoring us, it's just I get a fiery ire whenever I see someone (that isn't one of four people I still communicate with) that went to my school.
Saturday, I had breakfast with another friend from high school (one of the four). She used to be one of my "rebellious" friends. Now, she has a nice steady job, a steady boyfriend, a HOUSE (as in she owns it), and is pregnant. Obviously, she did all her growing up in high school. I am really happy for her though. She deserves that happiness.
Went "cake testing" with my sister. Turns out, we just went to the cake-maker and she talked to my sister and her fiance about cakes she makes and prices/designs/flavors/icing etc. And then my sister got to take home two 6-in diameter round cakes (one white and one cheesecake). So then, I went to my sister's place and ate cake. We came to one conclusion, one layer of her wedding cake has got to be cheesecake because DAMN! that shoot was good.
Babysitting Alana, my cousin's seven month old. She is adorable but she is very spoiled. You could put her down on the ground, but you had to be in her sight. If not, this is when she would start crying. Once she saw you, she didn't stop crying, she just lifted up her arms demanding to be picked up. Earlier in the day I bought her a new shirt and skirt, so I tried it on her, because if babies are anything, they are life-sized dolls to play with and dress up. She really doesn't like skirts.
Next, my family went 20 minutes away to have dinner for my parents anniversary and father's day. So, when we get to this steakhouse, in the middle of nowhere, we wait around in the bar area for over an hour and we finally get seated. The place was my sister's idea. I don't know what she thought was so great about it. I could think about 5 other closer places that I could get the broasted chicken dinner I had.
But that doesn't matter, because before I left for Milwaukee, my mom made chili and fry bread. Mmmmm.
I met up with a friend from high school for a margarita while I talked about Public Allies. She was in an AmeriCorps program as well, so she knows all about my dramas. While there, we ran into her uncle, who paid for our drinks. Score! I always enjoy free drinks. I couldn't help but notice while we were drinking at the bar, a group of guys sat next to us. I recognized them right away as being guys a year younger than us, that went to our high school. Me, hating everything having to do with my high school, wanted to get out of there immediately. I wasn't scared of them talking to me, because they would have gone on happily ignoring us, it's just I get a fiery ire whenever I see someone (that isn't one of four people I still communicate with) that went to my school.
Saturday, I had breakfast with another friend from high school (one of the four). She used to be one of my "rebellious" friends. Now, she has a nice steady job, a steady boyfriend, a HOUSE (as in she owns it), and is pregnant. Obviously, she did all her growing up in high school. I am really happy for her though. She deserves that happiness.
Went "cake testing" with my sister. Turns out, we just went to the cake-maker and she talked to my sister and her fiance about cakes she makes and prices/designs/flavors/icing etc. And then my sister got to take home two 6-in diameter round cakes (one white and one cheesecake). So then, I went to my sister's place and ate cake. We came to one conclusion, one layer of her wedding cake has got to be cheesecake because DAMN! that shoot was good.
Babysitting Alana, my cousin's seven month old. She is adorable but she is very spoiled. You could put her down on the ground, but you had to be in her sight. If not, this is when she would start crying. Once she saw you, she didn't stop crying, she just lifted up her arms demanding to be picked up. Earlier in the day I bought her a new shirt and skirt, so I tried it on her, because if babies are anything, they are life-sized dolls to play with and dress up. She really doesn't like skirts.
Next, my family went 20 minutes away to have dinner for my parents anniversary and father's day. So, when we get to this steakhouse, in the middle of nowhere, we wait around in the bar area for over an hour and we finally get seated. The place was my sister's idea. I don't know what she thought was so great about it. I could think about 5 other closer places that I could get the broasted chicken dinner I had.
But that doesn't matter, because before I left for Milwaukee, my mom made chili and fry bread. Mmmmm.
6/15/2006
BOOOOOOOOOOOOORED!!!
Today at work, my supervisor is gone. All my office co-workers are gone. Only people in, besides me are the maintenance guys and they are on-call all day taking care of maintenance issues (duh). Anyway, because I am so bored, I thought I would talk a little bit about my Yahoo Launch account. Well, not talk about it, but to show what kind of music I have on my "station." I turned it on today, and here is the first ten songs played:
1. Roy Orbison "The Comedians"
He played on the station because I rated "Pretty Woman." There is something about his voice that I like a lot. I am not familiar with this song, but his voice is so familiar that I like whatever he sings.
2. Pixies "Levitate Me"
They play a lot on my station, because I ranked them as one of my favorite groups. Love them, love the songs.
3. Tim Easton "Before the Revolution"
I don't know why he played on my station. Probably similar to another artist I rated before. He and the song were just ok to me. I would probably have to hear more stuff to make any final decisions.
4. Pavement "Stereo"
This is one of those songs that I can never get sick of. I can play and replay it over and over again. Its not like I am a huge Pavement fan, they are good but not my favorite. This song is just catchy.
5. Otis Redding "I've Got Dreams to Remember"
Whenever I hear this song, it reminds me of Dream a Little Dream (you know, that movie with the two Coreys, where one of the Coreys' body gets taken over by an old dude and he likes that girl that looks like a poor man's Justine Bateman whose body also got taken over by an old woman). I like Otis Redding a lot, especially "Try a Little Tenderness."
6. Deep Purple "Smoke on the Water"
I don't have much to say here.
7. The Breeders "Cannonball"
To me, this has to be THE MOST catchiest (yes, I did just use MOST and ----iest in one statement) song ever. I love Kim Deal's voice. I love the bass on this song. The lyrics are just weird, which I like. Once again a song I never grow tired of.
8. The White Stripes "Passive Manipulation"
I don't own the latest CD, so I am not familiar with this song. It was over by the time I even noticed it was playing.
9. Rihanna "Pon De Replay"
Part of my pop guilty pleasures. I like the singles that she has had out so far. Plus her name is similar to my sister's so she gets some bonus points there.
10. Duran Duran "Hungry Like the Wolf"
I blame my mom for my love of 80's music. Another guilty pleasure of mine, but at least I can spin it into almost being ironic or retro or something "cool" in one of those annoying indie/hipster ways.
and the next ten, without statements because I am still bored.
11. Gratitude "Drive Away"
12. The Promise Ring "Skips a Beat"
13. The Violent Femmes "Kiss Off"
14. The Apples in Stereo "The Rainbow"
15. Spin Doctors "Two Princes"
16. Talking Heads "electricity"
17. Led Zeppelin "Immigrant Song"
18. Team Sleep "Ever" -- Apparently this and number 11 played because I ranked Ok Go. These two songs suck and sound nothing like Ok Go. Whatever Launchcast!
19. G. Love and Special Sauce "Cold Beverage"
20. Jewel "Drive to You" -- I guess when a popular (or in this case a formally popular) artist has a new album out, Lauchcast likes to pimp it by randomly just playing it on your station. Icky.
1. Roy Orbison "The Comedians"
He played on the station because I rated "Pretty Woman." There is something about his voice that I like a lot. I am not familiar with this song, but his voice is so familiar that I like whatever he sings.
2. Pixies "Levitate Me"
They play a lot on my station, because I ranked them as one of my favorite groups. Love them, love the songs.
3. Tim Easton "Before the Revolution"
I don't know why he played on my station. Probably similar to another artist I rated before. He and the song were just ok to me. I would probably have to hear more stuff to make any final decisions.
4. Pavement "Stereo"
This is one of those songs that I can never get sick of. I can play and replay it over and over again. Its not like I am a huge Pavement fan, they are good but not my favorite. This song is just catchy.
5. Otis Redding "I've Got Dreams to Remember"
Whenever I hear this song, it reminds me of Dream a Little Dream (you know, that movie with the two Coreys, where one of the Coreys' body gets taken over by an old dude and he likes that girl that looks like a poor man's Justine Bateman whose body also got taken over by an old woman). I like Otis Redding a lot, especially "Try a Little Tenderness."
6. Deep Purple "Smoke on the Water"
I don't have much to say here.
7. The Breeders "Cannonball"
To me, this has to be THE MOST catchiest (yes, I did just use MOST and ----iest in one statement) song ever. I love Kim Deal's voice. I love the bass on this song. The lyrics are just weird, which I like. Once again a song I never grow tired of.
8. The White Stripes "Passive Manipulation"
I don't own the latest CD, so I am not familiar with this song. It was over by the time I even noticed it was playing.
9. Rihanna "Pon De Replay"
Part of my pop guilty pleasures. I like the singles that she has had out so far. Plus her name is similar to my sister's so she gets some bonus points there.
10. Duran Duran "Hungry Like the Wolf"
I blame my mom for my love of 80's music. Another guilty pleasure of mine, but at least I can spin it into almost being ironic or retro or something "cool" in one of those annoying indie/hipster ways.
and the next ten, without statements because I am still bored.
11. Gratitude "Drive Away"
12. The Promise Ring "Skips a Beat"
13. The Violent Femmes "Kiss Off"
14. The Apples in Stereo "The Rainbow"
15. Spin Doctors "Two Princes"
16. Talking Heads "electricity"
17. Led Zeppelin "Immigrant Song"
18. Team Sleep "Ever" -- Apparently this and number 11 played because I ranked Ok Go. These two songs suck and sound nothing like Ok Go. Whatever Launchcast!
19. G. Love and Special Sauce "Cold Beverage"
20. Jewel "Drive to You" -- I guess when a popular (or in this case a formally popular) artist has a new album out, Lauchcast likes to pimp it by randomly just playing it on your station. Icky.
6/07/2006
Washing Cars the Carrie Way
I have been driving around in my car for a couple of weeks now, with bird poop all over it. This, of course, is on top of 9 months worth of dirt and salt residue from not washing it since inheriting it from my parents when I moved to Milwaukee. Normally I just let the rain wash my car, but it hasn't been doing the trick lately. When I mentioned to Carrie I needed to get it washed (and that I needed to get a tan) she said I should come over to her place and we would wash our cars and then lay out in the sun. I had nothing else to do on that Sunday so I went.
Let me just say, Carrie is completely thorough when it comes to car washing. First you hose down the car. Then you suds it up, but not completely because you don't want the soap to dry. Then you hose it down again. Next you get one of those fancy drying towels and wipe up the excess water. While doing this, you open your car doors and wipe off the immediate inside so there will be no rust. She also windexed my windows for me (along with a little GooGone for the sticker residue that was left over on my window). She asked if I wanted to vacuum out my car, and I believe I gave her a, "Wha...?" face. Come on now. It doesn't have to be clean all over. I just need a car that runs and I am happy.
I am not an idiot when it comes to car washing, I just like to pay to run my car through an automatic car wash and not do it by hand, because I am lazy.
Let me just say, Carrie is completely thorough when it comes to car washing. First you hose down the car. Then you suds it up, but not completely because you don't want the soap to dry. Then you hose it down again. Next you get one of those fancy drying towels and wipe up the excess water. While doing this, you open your car doors and wipe off the immediate inside so there will be no rust. She also windexed my windows for me (along with a little GooGone for the sticker residue that was left over on my window). She asked if I wanted to vacuum out my car, and I believe I gave her a, "Wha...?" face. Come on now. It doesn't have to be clean all over. I just need a car that runs and I am happy.
I am not an idiot when it comes to car washing, I just like to pay to run my car through an automatic car wash and not do it by hand, because I am lazy.
Working Out, Getting Fit
Since I have gained 10 pounds in the past year and a half, I thought it was about time for me to work out and get in shape. So I asked CM, if she wanted to go running with me in her neighborhood. Then she reminded me that we are not good runners. We would only be embarrassing ourselves. Especially since I would be stopping every block because I would be winded. CM then suggested the YMCA. But I don't have a membership and I was scared of the monthly membership fee. It would destroy my monthly stipend. However, there is a reduction on the monthly membership fee for people, poor, like me. We have gone two whole days already (for an hour each) and we have managed to not feel completely embarrassed at our lack in exercising abilities.
Oh, and I got my first month free. I love free stuff.
Oh, and I got my first month free. I love free stuff.
The Joy of Cleaning Out Storage Areas
Last weekend, my supervisor asked me to help out with a project of cleaning out the towers' storage areas. I said I would, since I really want to use this new area for meeting space, or some kind of community area for the residents of the development. Still crossing my fingers that this will work out, since this area is in need of some space where the residents can meet and actually FEEL like a community as opposed to strangers living in the same area. Not like I think any of this will help in the short term, you know, the time I actually need to see change for my AmeriCorps "goals" or whatever.
Anyway. Before cleaning day, we sent out notices to the residents that we would be cleaning it out, so they could pick up anything we wanted to discard (there was furniture, books, bikes etc. from past residents up there). I got there right when the manager would be opening it up, and there was already a line of people waiting to get in. Unfortunately, there was not a lot of big items to take. The best thing someone got away with was a 30 inch-ish TV.
Other stuff I found was weird: a dried up condom (still rolled up, so unused...I think...and remember I had on work gloves but it was still insanely gross). I also saw these really cool antique looking, wooden cigar boxes. I would have taken them, if a resident didn't take it, but I came out of the experience empty handed because everything was either gross (my gloved hand was sticking to things!) or taken.
One storage bin was interesting. Its content included: "old lady" clothes, stanky ass perfume spilled inside an old school makeup tote, a plant with soil intact, an adult bath commode, a gold box containing rosary beads and a prayer book and here's the best part (especially considering the last thing I listed), a paperback copy of The Joy of Sex. You know, that book from the 70's with illustrated pictures of couples in sexual positions. When I found it I was giggling (because I am actually 12 years old) and a resident and one of my co-workers was next to me, and asked what I found. I showed them. My co-worker said, "That's a classic." And then the resident took it from me and put it into her box of things she was collecting. I would have love to have met the woman who owned those items.
Anyway. Before cleaning day, we sent out notices to the residents that we would be cleaning it out, so they could pick up anything we wanted to discard (there was furniture, books, bikes etc. from past residents up there). I got there right when the manager would be opening it up, and there was already a line of people waiting to get in. Unfortunately, there was not a lot of big items to take. The best thing someone got away with was a 30 inch-ish TV.
Other stuff I found was weird: a dried up condom (still rolled up, so unused...I think...and remember I had on work gloves but it was still insanely gross). I also saw these really cool antique looking, wooden cigar boxes. I would have taken them, if a resident didn't take it, but I came out of the experience empty handed because everything was either gross (my gloved hand was sticking to things!) or taken.
One storage bin was interesting. Its content included: "old lady" clothes, stanky ass perfume spilled inside an old school makeup tote, a plant with soil intact, an adult bath commode, a gold box containing rosary beads and a prayer book and here's the best part (especially considering the last thing I listed), a paperback copy of The Joy of Sex. You know, that book from the 70's with illustrated pictures of couples in sexual positions. When I found it I was giggling (because I am actually 12 years old) and a resident and one of my co-workers was next to me, and asked what I found. I showed them. My co-worker said, "That's a classic." And then the resident took it from me and put it into her box of things she was collecting. I would have love to have met the woman who owned those items.
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