the Hanukah bush

Reactions to this phrase:

1. Try to earn what lovers own.

What do lovers own, how do you earn it, and how do you keep it?

Bonus points if you can name the song.

P.S. the median age at the Oasis/Jet concert was 15

Conversation of the day:

Person 1:
maybe I'll ask for a 3rd gen ipod as a hannukah stocking stuffer
Person 2:
Hannukah stocking stuffer? Is that like, the hannukah bush? ;P
Person 3:
He's not allowed to stuff his stocking in a Hanukah bush b/c he didn't marry a jewish girl. ;)

did you remember to lock the back door?

Two things I learned today:

1.The sexual activities and/or problems of your friends is not good restaurant conversation
2. Brushing your teeth with bananna-flavored toothpaste is wierd
3. Working hard gets a lot done, but sucks. Also less time to blog!

Tonight I'm going to see Oasis and Jet at Merriweather.

Its All Greek to Me

Did you ever think of writing your will? I mean, you don't have to be old or sickly to do that, right? I mean, maybe I don't want an open casket (creepy!). Or if I do, maybe I want to pick what I am going to wear, so they don't Shaivo me up in some country bumpkin flowery dress with lacy bib front. Also, don't you want to specify what its going to say on your grave? 'She died saving puppies from a burning building' ? or what I really want: "Well, this sucks"

Don't you want to pick out what music they play? I don't want some churchy organ b.s., I want like, "Rasta Man Chant" or something.

I say fly away home to zion, fly away home
I say fly away to zion, fly away home
One bright morning when my work is over
Man will fly away home

Maybe something else, I haven't thought about it really, but maybe I should, i mean, you could die any day of a brain aneurysm or by having your brains leak out of your head after a wreck with a dump truck, your left arm severed but still in your sleeve, no blood pumping out because your heart has stopped beating.

Well, while you are still alive, I strongly recommend you go to Samos in Greektown, Baltimore. The last time I had Greek food was when I worked at Columbia Mall at 'Its All Greek to Me'. They hired me with the understanding that the only thing I wouldn't do is shave the leg of lamb, yet a few months later they let me go because I wouldn't shave the leg of lamb, bastards. I was 14 and didn't even have a worker's permit yet, so was getting paid under the table in cash (and totally ripped off) by the owner, a woman in her 40's who would steal my 'High Times' magazine in order to get tips for growing pot in her closet. Meanwhile the older guys in their 20's working at O.C. Fries (ew, Chris. ahh, Gunner!) would try their best to get you in bed, we would give the hippies (like Walker, who carried his own tin mug from his belt loop), free coffee in exchange for free smoothies, or burritos, or a few hits in the store room. What I usually ate there was broccoli and cheese soup. That's not very Greek...

Anyway, I totally dug everything I had last night: Greek salad with feta and kalamata olives, pita triangles seasoned deliciously, DOLMADES (vine leaves stuffed with seasoned rice and then rolled. Simple in appearance, this dish requires numerous cooking operations in order to achieve the hint of lemon flavor that tantalizes the taste and opens the appetite. Sometimes served hot with an avgolemono sauce on top. Its origin is thought to be from Thebes about the time of Alexander the Great.) with TZATZIKI(A yogurt, cucumber and garlic dip to be served chilled on its own or with pita.) SPANAKOPITA (Baked spinach and feta cheese puffs in buttered phyllo pastry, with egg, onion, butter, olive oil, bread crumbs.) Everything was excellent, and the kicker is, the average price for a menu item was like, $6.00 or something. INSANE!

freedom: tastes like chicken

Do you ever have some days that you just feel-- more clarity then others?
Sometimes I feel like I'm in a fog, other days I feel right-on and clear as crystal. Those are the only days that I can get a lot done. Also I'm usually in a great mood.
Not sure what the difference is, chemical? hormonal? environmental? oh well who cares.

Well I had a fun sleepover yesterday after being taken out to a delish dinner at cheesecake factory. Its nice to be able to do whatever I want whenever I want, I don't often get to experience that, since the last time I didn't have kids I was a teenager! Having a week where I don't have to feel guilty for having a social life is heaven.

Anyway, I'm feeling pretty happy generally. I just felt really good last night and this morning. For some reason from a purely sensory perspective it was spectacularly pleasureable simply lying naked in the cool soft sheets with the ceiling fan gently breezing overhead...

in other news, it was cool hearing my brother interviewed on the radio this morning for a report he just released linking global warming to intensive factory farming methods! Even if they did keep calling him a doctor, (which he's not) haha
good job, bro! you're famous.

Also V is taking me to a play! But its hard to get too excited about that just yet since it is around Christmas time, and Hawaii is overshadowing that by like a lot. But still! It will be fun, we can dress up and go out to a nice dinner and pretend to be cultured. Sike I'm cultured. sike, no I'm not. cultured people don't say sike. or spell it that way either. oh well!

Click here if you've ever wondered why the sky is blue...

So, this weekend I had to cancel my birthday plans because I became inconveniently ill. Luckily it didn't completely knock me out and by Saturday night I was able to do some low-maintenance camping (meaning, 7pm to 7am, no hiking or physical exertion required). It was the best camping setup imaginable, steps away from a class A bathroom, clean and fully stocked with t.p., a gentlemanly b/f who walks you to the bathroom every time you need to go, nice tent with an air mattress, sheets, pillows and blanket. That's how I like to camp. Enjoy the great outdoors but with all the comforts of home, not squatting in a ditch with spiders crawling up your leg when you need to pee, or sleeping on the cold hard ground with sticks in your back. Unfortunately, my sister had used the air mattress at the Rainbow Gathering, burned a hole in it, and patched the hole (badly), so, sadly, by morning I actually was laying on the cold hard ground.

I was the entertainment, with my pathetic 7 song repetoir on the guitar, but I guess it was better then nothin'! Fun for me anyway. I just wished B would stop talking about Ricardo Montalban! It was a nice time, though, sitting in folding chairs around a (poorly constructed) campfire with B-Funk (weird and random as usual, although, props to him for knowing without me having to say so that I prefer my veggieburger to be cooked before any of the meat hit the grill), Christoff (one mellow Frenchman!), Shannon (well.... completely silent with a huge grin plastered on her face the whole time), Jaime (a pretty cool cat), me & V, beerz, cooking up grub on a webber grill, the wind rushing through the treetops silhouetted against the night sky above, some unrecognizable insects, or birds, or frogs or something (actually it sounded like ducks) singing their night songs overhead. Next time I won't be sick and I def want to do some hiking. I love the fall.

Well, I thought Shwagon was unembarrassable, but I finally did it.
We were at a stop sign right in front of the grocery store. I look out of my open passenger side window and see the rear-end of a chick loading groceries in her car. Well, sexy rear end that it was, I said out the window in my most sultry voice, 'Hey, baybeh'
He turned bright red! And said, 'I am soo embarrassed!'
SCORE!


ew Quote of the day:
"I want to sop that @ss up with a buscuit!"

Quote of the weekend:
(on what its like to wake up on a deflated air mattress in a gravel campsite)
"Have you ever slept in the middle of the ROAD!?"

doo doo brown

My friend Melynda is in the hospital, having almost died from Pulminary Embolism which means blood clots in your lungs.

She said it put in perspective the whole 'boo hoo i'm 30 everything is down hill from here'

Also I am sick which looks like is going to cause me to cancel all my fun weekend plans including b-day celebration with friends and family, and camping out on the most perfect weather weekend, etc.

Also I locked my keys in the car this morning...

I had pretzels from the snack machine for lunch, since I couldn't drive anywhere or buy anything without money, since my wallet is attached to my keys.

I wonder what else could go wrong...?

dun-dun-DUUUN

sometimes it just pops out

Last week, my supervisor had a huge bouquet of flowers delivered to her office, but wouldn't tell who sent them. This morning, when I walked by her office, I saw a bouquet of roses and a bunch of balloons that said 'happy birthday' and were tied to a teddy bear. I proceeded to my office and asked Shwagon if it would be more annoying to bug her some more about who sent her the flowers, or ignore it and not act interested. His choice was 'bug her some more' so I instantly got up and strolled over to her office, Shwagon following along. This is when everything fell apart:

Shwagon: So, more flowers and balloons, huh?
My supervisor, coyly: yeessss.....
My brilliant comment: Wow, you must give really good head!
My brain catching up: **whoops, that may have been inappropriate!**
My supervisor, turning crimson (and laughing, thank god!): F**K YOU!

I quickly close the office door because, jesus!

My supervisor: I can't believe you just said that!
Me: I can't believe YOU just said THAT!

Oh yeah i skipped the part about shwagon high-fiving me...

All in all, I would still like time travel to be possible.

And no, I didn't break up with Victor. Just got knocked a bit off the ol' pedestal. We're still cool.

part III

the positive spin:

1. hurt emotions glaze over and heal into a harder protective shell- wait, is that good or bad...

2. the cats didn't die! life is more important then money. Also splitting the cost with the poisoning offender, making it an easier pill to swallow at a mere $400

3. I have the healthiest kids in the world, they are rarely sick and when they are its minor, like a cold here or there. The worst thing any of them has ever had is the 3 ear infections Jake has had since he was born. Thats NOTHIN! (whether its their healthy vegetarian diet or good genes, I really can't say)

4. I have started excercizing again! I am off my lazy @ss!

5. Had really good bribery veggie sushi, salad, and tempura vegetables and didnt end up doing that much work for it. And anyway leftovers suck, and are gross.

6. all wounds heal with time? or something?

7. My job must not be too bad if I can actually look forward to it after a bad bad horrible terrible tortuous weekend!

A lesson learned: In the end, you are responsible for your own happiness. You can't rely on other people to make you happy, or to put your happiness over theirs. People are inherently selfish and will do what is best for them with very few exceptions. Its just human nature. Even when people do something that seems selfless, it can be traced to selfish reasons, like donating money to charity gives them a sense they are being helpful, which makes them feel good about themselves, or buying your girlfriend/boyfriend a gift so they will continue to be your girlfriend/boyfriend, or so that they will be happy and nice to you which in turn will make your life happier, or even because it makes you feel good to make someone else happy. If you are religious, even God realized this about man when he told them 'be good or you will go to hell' rather then 'be good because its the right thing to do'. I think even when you think you are doing something selfless, if you look hard enough you can trace it back to benefiting you in some way. Please correct me if I'm wrong and just being jaded.

Quote of the day:
"There's nothing more perplexing to me then a box of planks, directions in swedish, and an allen wrench."

haha, freakin Ikea

part II

A rundown of reasons why my weekend sucked hot monkey, in order of importance:

1. Giving someone permission to hurt me; My unstoppable vivid nausea-inducing imagination

2. Cats accidentally poisoned, having seizures, taken to the most expensive, emergency, open on the weekend, rip-off, sheister, highway robbery, get a second mortgage to pay for this or sell your firstborn freakin vet, total charge $800.

Here is the rundown from the initial estimate:

Emergency fee: Examination fee: Cage Setup: ICU Level 2: IV Catheter - Peripheral: IV Fluids (1st bag): IV Fluids, Additives (per bag): CBC with Differential: Chemistry Profile - Critical Care: IV infusion pump (per night): Bathe Off Toxin: Methocarbamol (Robaxin) Injection: Diazepam Injection: Miscellaneous: Subtotal:

$35.00 $45.00 $13.00 $115.00 per hour $56.25 $53.75 $11.00 $59.00 $114.75 $28.25 $47.00 3 at $97.50 3 at $117.00 $57.50 $850.00

Thats just for ONE of the cats!

3. 3:00 A.M. + 7 yr old + ear infection = the suck.
It was so bad that he was actually crying in his sleep. Thank goodness for tylenol, hot compresses, and the magic of his favorite lullaby.

4. Going for a run on Saturday for the first time in too long, and being almost unable to walk on Sunday. (first sign of being overthehill??)

5. Someone eating your leftover Indian food birthday dinner that you were oh so looking forward to enjoying for lunch: thanks alot!

6. Feeling #1 throughout #'s 2-7. Not knowing when #1 will end. Pretending it already has.

7. Actually being relieved that the weekend is over and its Monday and I'm going to work (yes it was that bad!)

bad

bad bad horible horible awful awful weekend.

holy jesus

Mice Infected With Deadly Plague Missing From Lab

stupid google jerks

So, I emailed this really funny Jon Stewart clip to my brother:
Meet the F**ckers
and I told him: 'I especially liked the jab about Terry Shivo'
he responded: 'I preferred his jab about Terri Schiavo. But that's just me.'
to which I responded: 'What's just you, anal retentiveness??'

but, the real reason I bring this up is to complain about Google. Is it just me or does anyone else feel irritated when you do a google search for 'bananna muffins recipe' and it tells you, in giant sarcastic red italics:

Did you mean: banana muffins recipe, half-wit?

ok well, it doesn't really say call you an idiot outright, but still. I can read between the lines.

stupid google jerks.

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You know how when you are little, and its your birthday, and you wake up in the morning and examine yourself in the mirror to see if you look different, older, more mature, more like a 12 year old then an 11 year old, and the answer is always no? you look and feel exactly the same as you did yesterday? Well, for the first time in my life that's not true. I *do* feel different today, now that I am officially a 30 year old, then I did two days ago when I was still 29. (I didn't feel this yesterday because I was still numb!) Well, according to people older then me, I should cheer up, 30's not that bad, 31 is worse. Gee thanks i feel much better now!!! its hard to indicate sarcasm without using inflection, so I'll just make sure its understood that last statement was oozing with sarcasm.

But I did discover, after a nice b-day evening involving flowers, a surprise dinner at a Nepalese restaurant called Kumari (in Mt. Vernon) with friends, bellydancing right at our table that included balancing a sword on her head the entire time, even laying down backwards on the ground and getting back up, all without using her hands or dropping the sword. Unfortunately she looked like she was from Ohio not Nepal, but whatever! An added entertainment value was watching V as he desperately tried to not upset me on my birthday when the belly dancer shook her breasts in his face, by sort of trying not to look, but plainly having no way to accomplish that. hehe. And a gift certificate for a spa massage, manicure and pedicure! shweet!

One thing I learned: my boyfriend has a secret hidden life that no one knows about--- as a undercover secret masseuse operative. Last night I asked for a b-day massage, and was expecting the usual 4 minute 'lets get this over with-ok my hands are tired now' massage, but no, I actually got an extended, well executed massage, which included shoulders, back, arms, legs, and hands. He wouldn't admit to it but I know he's got a secret identity. By day: Vic, mild mannered transportation planner. By night: Veektorrr, lord of the massage. I know why he has tried to keep this a secret for so long, because now that I know... there's no going back! mwahahahahha!

and in other awesome news, ridiculously funny things still happen in the world!
Like this:
Man Uses Sword to Rob Restaurant Patrons
god I hope he demanded the money in a pirate voice. thats the way it happened in my head anyway!
"Arrrrr, hand over yeer wallets, ye scurrrvy dogs!"
thats the best.

Here's the cool thing about turning 30 though: nothing.

30 MEANS:
YOU ARE NOW A GROWN-UP
(NEVER GROW UP!!!! THATS THE SECRET!!!)
What to do.
I thought about not celebrating my birthday this year. Then that started to seem lame, but I couldn't think of anything really impressive to do on short notice, and if you are going to celebrate the big 3-0 it seems a blow-out is in order. So, I asked Kevin what he likes to do on his birthday. He said, "Something involving friends, getting wasted, and a booty call." haha. Then he admitted, "Sitting home, alone, in the dark, getting wasted, thinking about how another year has gone by and what have I done with my life..." I had trouble listening to the end of that, because I was too busy steering the car into an oncoming tractor trailer, on purpose. True story.

How I feel.
This is the suck.

But really.
I'm not that upset. How would being upset help anyway? I'll still be 3 decades old *gulp*. Anyway...
I've survived a tumultuous youth where I was wild, and miserable, sometimes suicidal, usually making the worst decisions possible, not even wondering what 30 would be like because I didn't even consider that I would make it that far. Dropping out of school, experimenting with illicit substances, dating criminals, running away from home, pregnant at 17... I may not be exactly where I want to be, but to think that since then I've: reconciled with my family, quit smoking, graduated college, paid off my student loans, have done what I think is a pretty satisfactory job so far of raising 2 kids, left an unhealthy relationship, gotten a job doing something I love and where I can be my (very goofy) self. I have great friends, a wonderful boyfriend, a supportive family that loves me (and who I actually like), money in my savings account, I'm healthy... well, thats pretty damn good isn't it?? I think its fan-freakin-tastic.

so, I guess today isn't armageddon after all! Sorry to dissapoint anyone who is expecting a suicidal blog posting!!

nevertheless.... so long, youth....

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Only read on if you are really bored. This is my 'Astrology summary'. Wonder how right-on it is, I can't be objective about myself.

How You Approach Life and How You Appear To Others
Ferociously proud and somewhat vain, you like to be impressive and to be seen as Somebody Special. You are not timid, meek, or self-effacing, and are rarely content being in the background or in the subordinate position. You are a natural leader, and do not take orders from others very well. You must have something of your own, something creative - be it a business, a project, a home or whatever - that you can develop and manage according to your own will and vision. Whatever you do, you do it in a unique, dramatic, individual way. You like to put your own personal stamp on it.

The Inner You: Your Real Motivation
At heart you are modest and humble, and you rarely strive to be in the limelight or in a position of power. You have a sharp analytical mind, a keen eye for detail, and you prefer to observe, dissect, and study life from a distance. Conscientious and conservative, you can be relied upon to be careful, efficient, and thorough in your work and you take pride in doing a job well. What you may lack in self-confidence you often make up for in skill - developing expertise, technical knowledge, and competency in some specialized area. You are adept at using your hands to create or fix things, and meticulous attention to detail and careful craftsmanship are your forte. Some would say you are a little TOO meticulous, for you can be extremely critical and petty if everything is not done exactly as you think it should be, and you worry about things that other people consider trivial and unimportant. You like to organize, categorize, and arrange everything into a logical system, and you are often distinctly uncomfortable when something does not fit into a neat category. Disorganization vexes you. You probably wish that you were not such a perfectionist, for besides being a stickler for details, you can be mercilessly self-critical as well. Whether in your environment or in yourself, you tend to focus on the flaws, with a desire to improve, refine, and perfect. You are strictly factual, truthful, and scrupulously honest in your self-estimation, and you often do not give yourself enough praise or credit.

Operation: Ceasefire and the holy hell that is the public restroom

Free concert (slash war protest) at the mall, Sept. 24: The Thievery Corporation, Le Tigre, Steve Earle, The Bellrays, Bouncing Souls, Ted Leo & The Pharmacists, The Coup, Wayne Kramer, and Jello Biafra (of the Dead Kennedys) more info >>

Rant of the day:

I hate public restrooms! I mean, I'm glad they exist but its just sheer cheapness that causes the 'powers-that-be' to line up 6 barn-style stalls side by side and force people to relieve themselves mere inches away from someone else relieving themselves. I mean seriously, ew. I am sitting there taking a nice girly little tinkle when suddenly I realize-- too late-- I'm trapped! Next to some woman having serious gastrointestinal issues. Why, WHY should I have to be exposed to that! Does it really cost so much more to create separate private rooms? Are we farm animals? Furthermore, do I really want a coworker chit chatting with me while sitting on the crapper committing odiforous and noisy biological acts as I attempt to wash my hands as quickly as possible so that I don't permanently associate that coworker with those sounds and smells while attempting to have a meeting with them, perhaps that very afternoon???? Is it just me ?!?

(p.s. that toilet is real. seriously.)

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gotta remember the good days

ahh. what a great weekend.

Saturday morning was verrry lazy, well not completely, I got a couple of loads of laundry done, washed my car (child slave labor is the best ;P) watched the movie 'the Hours' (depressing!) and had a heart to heart with my mother about how we actually don't hate eachother, even though we always act like we do, apparantly.

Then, instead of going to the Ukranian festival, V took me out to Ten-O-Six in Federal Hill (a HIGHLY recommended Thai/Eurasian fusion restaurant if you're ever in the area.) After that we drove up to Tysons Corner to see Mark McClatchy, a comedian friend of Victor's, at a comedy club with the painful name of 'Wiseacres'. Being on the guest list is cool. Mostly because of the no-cover thing. It was a great show, I laughed my @ss off. Then we went back home via North Dakota (at least it *seemed* like it, long drive!!) and had a lot more fun but I won't bore you with the details. Oh one great thing about the drive was listening to Flounders Mash-ups! If you don't know about this, check it out, its on every Saturday night I think, on DC101. They 'mash' together two or more songs, for example Ludacris vs. Peter Gabriel, or Biggie vs. The White Stripes, or the Beastie Boys vs. BeeGees. They aren't all great but some really are, and its far more entertaining then listening to any one of the songs alone. So come on and chickity-check it out.

Sunday the kids and I drove down to the Catoctin Mountains to hang out at Cunningham State Park. It's only 45 minutes away (Thurmont, MD) and has hiking, camping, a lake with a beach for swimming, canoes, paddle boats, picnic areas, etc. It was so cool, we went to this aviary and saw, closer up then I've ever seen them, owls, kestrels, vultures, hawks, and even a bald eagle. They are huge!! Did you know they weren't always in the running for national bird? Benjamin Franklin wanted it to be the wild turkey, because the bald eagle is of bad moral character. Too lazy to hunt, it just waits around until another smaller bird hunts and captures a fish, and then steals it from him. Just a little bit of trivia to prove I was paying attention! Not trying to make any political commentary... feel free to do that part on your own! Anyway, we all agreed it was the perfect day. A little catch on the beach in the warm afternoon sunshine, a picnic lunch, then a hike through the woods as the afternoon cooled off, the trail leading us to Cunninham Falls. We climbed to the top of the falls and beyond, then returned to the beach at dusk to build a fire and roast marshmallows.

What a great weekend!

oh yeah
yay redskins.
bet those earplugs came in handy.


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BEST DOG EVER

Miss you already, Luckster.

Wednesday V took his dog Lucky to the vet because he looked sick, and found out that he had cancer throughout his body, and the same day had to put him to sleep. I was shocked and upset by the suddenness of it all, but handling it, until I was on the way to V's house and started thinking about how glad I was that I had given him all of those extra treats. Something about that thought just made me lose it. Maybe its because I had to put my dog to sleep not that long ago and it reawoke the pain and awful feeling of betrayal I experienced when I had to make that decision, and hold and pet him while he looked up at me through pain-veiled eyes, sad and trusting, and not understanding what was happening, as they gave him a lethal injection. It was for the best, it was for his own good, but did he understand that? He was in pain and not eating or drinking anymore, had been suffering for a couple of weeks in a pretty extreme way. I'm glad Lucky didn't have to go through that, as tough of a decision as it must have been I think in the end the pain is lessened by the thought that you did the right, unselfish thing by thinking of the future pain of the dog over your own emotional pain at parting ways with a long-time friend. I don't know why we can't be that humane with our human family members. I'm tearing up just writing about this, and by the way, anyone who says, 'its just a dog, you can get another one' can go to hell.

Well, I do know that Lucky was so well loved and well taken care of and doted over that his 8 years of life had to be the happiest 8 years a dog could live. And that's something to smile about!

Are you the annoying co-worker?

Are you the annoying co-worker?

At my last job, before I got an office, I was in a cubicle behind a girl named Kelly. She would get soooo angered by the clinking of my spoon as I ate a bowl of cereal that her eyes would bulge, her face would turn red, she would turn to me with lips pursed until they were white and through clenched teeth would growl, "could you STOP IT with the goddamn SPOON!?"

haha those were the days.

Most grating coworker traits (in my opinion):

• "chit-chatters" who can't take a hint that you actually may have some work (or web surfing) to do and can't limit their story about thier cats, failed familial relationships, or problems with thier bosses to a reasonable time frame. Don't these people read body language?? If I am actively engaged in the conversation, giving you my full attention, smiling, nodding, not yawning, etc., feel free to continue. If I have turned back towards my computer, have begun clicking around on the desktop, am answering in distracted grunts only, and desperately eyeballing my phone praying it will ring, its time to go away!
• "can't mind thier own business" who make it a point to comment/complain/specifically notice the activities of other coworkers such as how many vacation or sick days they take, how often they are late, how much time they spend in the bathroom, or whatever. That is for that person's boss / supervisor to worry about!! Mind your own! I actually had an ex-coworker who would tell me that working at 9:00 a.m. meant actually working at 9:00 a.m. and that if i wanted coffee in the morning I should come early, so I would be sitting at my desk by 9. Jesus, office nazi, mind your own freakin business!
• "complain about every stupid little thing" people who get HR to send out office-wide emails or post notes in the lunchroom about stupid gripes such as leaving 23 seconds on the microwave and not hitting cancel, leaving a mug in the sink overnight, a coffee ring left unwiped on the counter, not replacing the napkins when you used the last one, etc.
• "the IT guy" one bit of advise: don't act so damn superior and smug!! No one thinks you are a genius because you roll your eyes and act condescending, and others are not idiots because they can't do your job (can you do thiers?)
• "toots his own horn" the guy who sings "I am the bomb" and "I am a genius" over and over again in the voice and tune of a song from 'Shaft' (jus' kiddin Shwag, you know I love it!)
  
  who thinks they work with the most annoying coworker?

memorial day or labor day weekend or whatever

mo & jojo

karin

the hostess with the mostess

Tyson, the cutest pig-dog ever

the birthday girl (and much younger friend on the left)

terry and reece, collectively wearing $6,500 in clothing

from 'lanky long hair' to 'tan and rugged' but, still the same aaron!

Flattering to be told by a gay man that if he was straight he'd jump your bones, I guess! It was also good to see Aaron, he hasn't changed at all. Hopefully we will get to hang when he comes back to town in October. Thinking about going camping with Angie & Shawn, also Shawn wants to take me & the boys to a Ravens game, since we've never been. That will be fun (but expensive)

Special mention to:

The Senator (for not being cookie cutter)

V (for amazing Thai food)

Veat (for amazing fake meat)

Tapas Theatro (for excellent tapas)

Lucky (so he won't be jealous I posted photos of Tyson!!)

i learned it by watching *you* dad

Well, despite being glued to hours of horiffic coverage of disaster victims in New Orleans last night like a car wreck that you just can't look away from, the images looking like something from a third world country not AMERICA for godssake, I am in a somewhat better mood today because

MY BABY DADDY GOT A JOB!

yeh i do realize how ghetto that sounds but, my life has always had a little bit of that 'after school special' quality to it, so why stop now.

anyway, thats a load off!

oh yeah, also i get off at 3 today :]

Guess the movie: "Maggots, Michael. You're eating maggots. How do they taste?"

(disclaimer: if you can guess it I will jone)

yeah right, gramma!

crap

Today I am amazed at how little it takes for civilized behavior to break down into chaos and anarchy. It makes me wonder what it would have been like if all of those Y2K predictions had actually happened.

Also I feel depressed. Its been a long time since I felt this way so it pretty much sucks.

Here's something stupid but kind of funny that hopefully anyone religious who reads this won't be offended by. If you read the FAQ you'll see the guy isn't against religion or even teaching 'intelligent creationism' in school, just not in science class.
Kind of funny to me just because, although it is an exaggeration, its a good way to show religious people how atheists view religion. If you truly don't believe in god, a lot of religious beliefs sound equally outlandish.

A: ...So last night I had the start of what I imagine would have been a really hot sex dream...