Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Murphy's lesser known dictums...

From my Hilo friend Jill, who always seems to know exactly what to send me when I'm about to lose it:

Light travels faster than sound.
This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.

He who laughs last, thinks slowest.

Change is inevitable,
except from a vending machine.

Those who live by the sword get shot by those who don't.

Nothing is foolproof to a sufficiently talented fool.

The 50-50-90 rule:
Anytime you have a 50-50 chance of getting something right, there's a 90% probability you'll get it wrong.

If you lined up all the cars in the world end to end, someone would be stupid enough to try to pass them, five or six at a time, on a hill, in the fog.

If the shoe fits,
get another one just like it.

The things that come to those who wait
will be the things left by those who got there first.

Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish and he will sit in a boat all day drinking beer.

Flashlight: A case for holding dead batteries.

The shin bone is a device for finding furniture in a dark room.

A fine is a tax for doing wrong.
A tax is a fine for doing well.

When you go into court, you are putting yourself In the hands of 12 people
who weren't smart enough to get out of jury duty!

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

So Kiss Me and Smile for Me...

But not cuz I'm "Leaving on a Jet Plane" or anything, but cuz the lyric also sounds of YIPEE I'm done!

No, my assignment is still going strong, in fact they want me for more la la, not thinking about the imminent boredom, instead let's focus on the fact that I'm FINALLY done with the King Count Library Assistant I "Placement Pool" application (with additional supplemental questionnaire to be considered for the "tech" L. A. position).

And wow people, that's more non-censored information than I've given the world about anything specific lately, so no one go jinxing me, okay? I think it's cuz my brain feels like jell-o and sniff, sniff, I've still got another application that I'm only halfway through and I can't stand filling in the little boxes anymore!!!

Aaauuummmm, INHALE, EXHALE.....SIGH.

Okay, bedtime. See you all in the morning.

Monday, August 28, 2006

Can You Tell Me How to Get...

..How to get to Sesame Streeeeeet.

Have you heard? There's a new kid on the Street. I know, I know, I'm a bit too long in the tooth to be so interested, but as I'm the aunt of a child that's just about the same "age" as the new little monster, and happens to share this creature's name? I can just see me having to endure HOURS of the show when I next go visit la familia.

And I do mean hours. Ah the joy of recorded media...dvds, video tapes, youtube...These kids are not going to have that same experience that Beth's comment reminded me of, you know, having to WAIT for something to come on TV, or jump for joy when the Magical World of Disney was showing "Sleeping Beauty" or "Snow White", or (gack) "Cinderella"...(which will forever be in my head as "Sybella" as my niece calls her. I must have watched that movie 8 times in a row the last time I was visiting my mom's house. I am not proud, just happy to still, (twitch), be okay, (gurk), well sort of.)

How long before my family has hours and (yipe) hours of taped Sesame Street with the new little fairy for my little niece? I will not be waiting with bated breath, that's for sure. But I will probably hunt some pink squishy, fluffy, froofy stuff with her name on it :). Cuz you know, muppets gotta eat, and if Elmo is on cereal boxes now, who knows what Abby Cadabby will get herself on.

I have to go get the "one of these things" song out of my head now, 'scuse me.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

I Miss Weekends

Remember when...
We didn't own alarm clocks, but we didn't seem to need them, we woke up super early and REFRESHED! I know we got up much too early. Way before my parents. We had Things To Do! I.e., catch up on some TV watching mostly. It begs the question:

What came first, Saturday Morning Cartoons or kids waking up too early?
I mean, who did anything before the Smurfs?

I'm talking here CITY kids. Cuz I know on the ranch there was no way for a kid to get up too early. Earlier the better! Been there done that too. It does have it's place I'm sure...but you don't hear me crying about missing those days.

After a good four hours of 'toonage you were dragged off (or at least we were) to the grocery store and/or errand running and somehow made it back in time for some Gilligan's Island and the afternoon Family Film Festival. I remember the day I figured out the guy in front of the film projector, Tom Hattan, was the same fellow who hosted the Popeye cartoons, only he wore a sailor's cap and t-shirt instead of the flannel shirts! He lived in the TV ALL DAY! What a lucky guy!

Life was so simple then.

Now it's filled with cleaning the house and laundry and filling out yet another job application...

Like I said before, I miss my weekends.

It's almost the end of the month...we're days away from the end of Project Spectrum and the second bootie is just taking its sweet time...I'm STILL on the heal flap. I haven't been able to keep up with the knitting in the last couple days cuz well, I was traumatized on Thursday hard enough to just sit out on a picnic table and stare at the grass growing rather than do ANYTHING. Then when I DID decide to knit a spell, HA I found out it's freakin' hard to knit when you've got a cut on the finger you had NO IDEA you used so often to control your yarn. NO. IDEA. URGH! Grumpiness ensues.

So I'm gonna go dust or something now. This room looks like, well, like someone started cleaning it last week and gave up. Hmmm, who could that have been???

Thursday, August 24, 2006

No good, terrible, very bad day…

I don’t have chewing gum in my hair, but I’m not ruling that out just yet, the day is very young.

I sliced my finger open while cutting an apple this morning. MMMmmmMMM extra protein in that snack. I spilled tea (sorry Andy) all over the front seat of the ‘rolla as well as my brand new purse, which smells of burnt cordura nylon (the tea was hot) and milk now…mmmMMMmmm.

Did you know? Hot liquids on fresh cuts make them BLEED oh so very much that you have to rip the half tea-soaked bandage off quickly, nearly wrenching your finger in the process to douse it with some cold water? I didn’t, before this morning. FUN ON A STICK!

But the bit that finally prompted the much needed blogging therapy this morning? The bit that makes me want to pack myself off to Australia today? The bit that is tearing my heart to pieces right now? That would be finding out my X has “gotten rid of” the Irish Rose.

I’m too old, fat, and ugly to pull off breaking down and crying in the middle of a biotech company. Or so I keep telling myself. It’s strangely holding me together much better than I thought it would.

The fucker has sold the flower business he and his adulterous campaign manager started and have obtained a BIGGER sailboat. They leave today for a “trip.” My best friend from Hawai’i called me just now to fill me in on all she knew…which wasn’t much. Only what I’ve written above.

I’m surprised how calm and controlled I was when I first heard the news. Now though, I’m fuming.

He ranted, raved, and railed on me about HIS boat -- I never liked sailing after all, ever…or so he told me, so he was keeping HIS boat. He got half MY house, but he got to keep HIS boat. Because he was going to fix it up and sail to Italy, or something. La la la la….must learn to let it go. Like he’s let the boat go. To someone else. Or something else (the dump? The jury is out but she’s digging for more information tonight).

I crave knowing, but I don’t know how healthy it is for me to find out. My Irish Rose. My beautiful Irish Rose. He said it was our child. Our 7.5 ton kid. We used to joke about it. She took enough energy to be another person. She definitely had the personality to be her own person. God, what if they change her name? Oooommmmm….letting it go…

I’m not feeling all that well right now.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006


Dear Applicant,
Hi, I am the underpaid office slave who is in charge of routing your application.

Yes, I know, I am completely under-trained and under-qualified to judge the overwhelming skills and abilities that you have learned in school, work, and life experiences.

I may have sailed half-way across the Pacific Ocean on a 32’ sailboat, but you’ve taken “industry related” seminars to put you above and beyond my level of serfdom, I understand this.

Why then, dumb ass, after all those seminars, classes, and “work and life experiences” are you using “” as your email address ON YOUR RESUME? Or, hi, "”, are you seriously shitting me here? This should not be your email of choice for your CV, dipwad!

Here’s some advice from a lowly know-nothing who does not like to be made fun of when her resume is being weighed in: Create a new email address, please. And this time? Make it boring. Use some aspect of your name! Even if this endeavor involves you using some of the Fibonacci sequence to make it all your own. Trust me it will earn you way more “street cred” than “,” honest.

Sincerely Yours,
Tactless Wonder
tactlesswonder [at] gmail [dot] com (NOT, by the way, the email on MY resume, but really, what do I know?)

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

All Your Planes Are Now Belong To Us...

Hee hee...
CafePress has a "Snakes on a Plane" best of/create your own art section.

Being a geek of the "old world" (i.e., the 80s) I have really glommed onto the above quote. I might have to save up for a mug or something.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Some Progress Pictures

So, my battery charger doesn't seem to be working. This sucks on so many levels.

Anyhow, I finally got some pictures off my battery-eating camera.

This was what I was going to show you all a few days ago. It's my entry for Project Spectrum's August. My first try at booties, and I'm just mashing together what I've learned from sock-making thus far, as I had no bootie-pattern.

This would be where I am today.

Don't let the wonders of photoshop and bad picture-taking fool you, I have yet to Kitchner the toes.

I'm lazy like that. I may wait until #2 is done...which might not be until sometime in September as I've been picking up this little guy every so often now:
He's been my "computer waiting" sock. You know, what you do while waiting for your pages to load, programs to open, documents to save? Right. My, he has come a ways... It's the Dublin Bay sock I started back in, um, May? Yarn-Overs and that "lace" stuff is not all that easy to me takes more concentration than the ribbing I've done in the past...which is why this little guy has been "waiting in the wings" for so long. I mean, I do have to say that I really like this yarn ("Basic Merino Socks" whose pattern I didn't use, by Fleece Artist) over the Lorna's I'm using for the's just so much softer! But then again I'm using US 0s for the booties as I'm going to be a bit rough-and-tumble with them in my Vans, VS my Winter Dock Martin with woolen socks habit. Or something.

I'm making excuses, whatever. Maybe I'm just too chicken to say I'm starting to like the lacy bit? Took long enough, eh?

Okay, the goal is to finish cleaning off my desk today...don't faint, I know, me, clean my desk of doom? Where things (like bills?) go to die? NO! Scandalous!

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Another Left of the List:

Hit my head so hard I saw stars:

Is there a command for double extra bold?
I think I might be smarter now were it not for the blows to the head, really! No really.

I don't remember them all, but there's a scar over one of my eyebrows that marks the first time I fell head-first somewhere. I was MONTHS old. I'm sure I saw stars, must have.

There were enough bonks through childhood to make me really NOT like hitting my head, to the point of crying in my college years when head-bonking occurred. Others laugh, get angry, I break down. I mean, hi, I've gotten a blow to the back of the head from a boom (not broom, boom, the bottom "tube" a boat sail rides on? Yep, that one) that gave me a borderline concussion, the stars, the tears, the times.

Forehead hurts are especially remembered this morning.

I was just writing about remembering getting hit by an old, unused Tether-ball pole--you remember how they embedded pieces of metal tubing into cement-filled tires? Yeah, back before playschool was in charge of playground toys. Ummhmm. We didn't have Tether balls at my grammar school, so the boys used to run at the poles trying to "catch" the top and pull it down, like the "bounce-back-clown" the pole would not go down easily, so they were "airborne" for a bit as they swung around the pole. The trick was the "dismount," as they learned from my experience. DO NOT LET GO MID AIR, it will fly around uncontrollably and hit a member of the "audience" which will then be thrown across the playground...or that's how I remember it, but then again, HI I was the one who got her brains smashed?

There were stars. There was a huge and immediate bump that could not be hidden by my bangs. There was a trip to the office. There was NO ONE laughing that my uniform skirt had flown up when I landed. You know everyone was a little scared. There was my mom...I remember her having to come in to take me to the doctor. She thought I'd tripped or something (yes, full of grace even back then), which worked out well cuz we all didn't want to get the boy who did it into trouble.

So why the memory? Cuz I clocked myself "real good" on the CORNER of the bathroom sink yesterday and holy-mary-mother-of-god there were stars. There was also much more creative swearing and crying. But I still went to work. Though my scalp hurt too much to do anything with my hair, so I went kinda "wild woman." People noticed the hair, then they noticed the "divit" and then the bump. It was a bit TENDER all day. But that's what advil is for. Sleeping was a pain in the ass though. I didn't realize how much I like sleeping on my face until I kept waking up from lying on the bump...IT IS JUST NOT A NICE WAY TO WAKE UP!

Today there is less swelling, but a definite little red line has appeared at the hairline...which is weird cuz the bump and pain are over my right eye, but whatever, it HURTS to touch. I can comb my hair with minimal pain though, so no "wild woman" today.

Speaking of which, I've gone on for far longer than I thought I would. Happy Wednesday, no head injuries, they suck!

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Sharing is Caring...

Or maybe: Lists are Lifesavers
How about: Meme me me
There's also: My brain is melting, here's a meme:

Borrowed from Birdsong over at A View from Sierra County
Bold what you've done.

Things about me, I have:

01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink
02. Swum with wild dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said 'I love you' and meant it
09. Hugged a tree
10. Bungee jumped
11. Visited Paris
12. Watched a lightning storm at sea
13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise
14. Seen the Northern Lights
15. Gone to a huge sports game
16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
17. Grown and eaten my own vegetables
18. Touched an iceberg
19. Slept under the stars
20. Changed a baby's diaper
21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
22. Watched a meteor shower
23. Gotten drunk on champagne
24. Given more than I could afford to charity
25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
27. Had a food fight
28. Bet on a winning horse
29. Asked out a stranger
30. Had a snowball fight
31. Screamed as loudly as I possibly could
32. Held a lamb--goats yes, lambs, no
33. Seen a total eclipse
34. Ridden a roller coaster
35. Hit a home run
36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
37. Adopted an accent for an entire day
38. Actually felt happy about my life, even for just a moment
39. Had two hard drives for my computer (Try 3)
40. Visited all 50 states
41. Taken care of someone who was drunk
42. Had amazing friends
43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
44. Watched wild whales
45. Stolen a sign
46. Backpacked in Europe
47. Taken a road-trip
48. Gone rock climbing--If you can call it that.
49. Midnight walk on the beach
50. Gone sky diving
51. Visited Ireland
52. Been heartbroken longer than I was actually in love
53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them
54. Visited Japan
55. Milked a cow
56. Alphabetized my cd's
57. Pretended to be a superhero
58. Sung karaoke
59. Lounged around in bed all day
60. Posed nude in front of strangers
61. Gone scuba diving
62. Kissed in the rain
63. Played in the mud
64. Played in the rain
65. Gone to a drive-in theater
66. Visited the Great Wall of China
67. Started a business
68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
69. Toured ancient sites
70. Taken a martial arts class - but only if you consider Fencing a martial art, some people don't...
71. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
72. Gotten married
73. Been in a movie - doesn't say blockbuster, anyone can be in a movie thanks to all those video cameras out there...but mine was shown to an audience and everything...
74. Crashed a party
75. Gotten divorced
76. Gone without food for 5 days
77. Made cookies from scratch
78. Won first prize in a costume contest
79. Ridden a gondola in Venice
80. Gotten a tattoo
81. Rafted the Snake River
82. Been on television news programs as an "expert"
83. Got flowers for no reason
84. Performed on stage
85. Been to Las Vegas
86. Recorded music
87. Eaten shark - tastes just like chicken! Not.
88. Had a one-night stand
89. Gone to Thailand
90. Bought a house
91. Been in a combat zone
92. Buried one of your parents
93. Been on a cruise ship
94. Spoken more than one language fluently
95. Performed in Rocky Horror.
96. Raised children
97. Followed my favorite band/singer on tour
98. Created and named my own constellation of stars - Very Homer Simpson-esque...watching the stars and not knowing any of their names, you can connect the dots and name them rather easily...try it!
99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when I knew someone was looking
103. Had plastic surgery
104. Survived an illness that I shouldn't have survived
105. Wrote articles for a large publication
106. Lost over 100 pounds - mmmm 54...
107. Held someone while they were having a flashback
108. Piloted an airplane - Letting me take over the "wheel" counts, right?
109. Petted a stingray - Go Monterey Bay Aquarium!
110. Broken someone's heart
111. Helped an animal give birth
112. Won money on a T.V. game show
113. Broken a bone--never proven
114. Gone on an African photo safari
115. Had a body part of mine below the neck pierced - not on purpose, and not for decorative effect either...
116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
118. Ridden a horse
119. Had major surgery--hmm, define major?
120. Had a snake as a pet
121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
124. Visited all 7 continents
125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
126. Eaten kangaroo meat - Jack in the Box back in the 80s???
127. Eaten sushi
128. Had your picture in the newspaper
129. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about
130. Gone back to school - But not full time.
131. Parasailed
132. Petted a cockroach - but not on purpose
133. Eaten fried green tomatoes
134. Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey
135. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read
136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
137. Skipped all my school reunions
138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
139. Been elected to public office
140. Written my own computer language
141. Thought to myself, "I'm living my dream"
142. Had to put someone you I love into hospice care
143. Built my own PC from parts
144. Sold my own artwork to someone who didn't know me
145. Had a booth at a street fair
146: Dyed my hair
147: Been a DJ
148: Shaved my head
149: Caused a car accident
150: Saved someone's life

So what's weird here, or good actually, empowering almost, is that if you're using HTML to "bold" your phrases the command is "strong." It's like the thing they do in camp/retreats/empowering meetings, almost, you know: have someone raise their arms and then they say 10 good things bout themselves and someone else tries to lower their arms but can't? Then you have them say 10 lame things about themselves and their arms are weaker than a 4 yr old's? Except this doesn't have the lame bit.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Mom's Reaction...

I forgot to post my mom's post-birthday reaction didn't I? That's the problem with not having "removable drives" in our heads...Were there a straight link between my brain and a hard drive to record all of my brilliant plans and schemes...well they'd have probably locked me up somewhere long ago...Somewhere deep and dark...Somewhere the door locks have a tendency to get their keys lost...

Right. Where was I? Oh yeah, so I'm talking to my mom the other day and she was telling me about the wedding she went to. One of my cousin's kids got married. I won't bother with the "they grow up so fast" comment. It's not a cousin I usually dance and sing about or anything. Aside from my general lack of having anything nice to say about the man, if memory serves correct, his last child's wedding was held at gunpoint, and she all of 15 (it really is amazing what you can get away with in small towns in Mexico). So it wouldn't surprise me if this one was similar. My mom did mention that it took about THREE hours for it to take place. And the groom? Yep, the very last person to arrive. Ummm Hmmm.

Well, so in the middle of the drama of the retelling, cuz we all love our "chisme (gossip)" at Casa de Tactless, she stops and says, "OH MIJA! And I'm wearing your socks today! They are SO comfortable! You need to make yourself some!" I was so pleased by the statement that I did NOT bust out with, "Well, those WERE gonna be MINE..." Instead I tucked it all away for later. I have the blue cotton yarn that WAS planned to be I'll go through with the plan anyway. I mean, she was so happy! That made ME really happy. She has not bragged about her Mom's Day socks in the same way cuz, well, it just hasn't gotten cold enough in LA to warrant their wearing yet! Or so she says.

This of course means I will continue with the self-imposed rule I fell into a few months spontaneous gift knitting. I've read and experienced the sadder parts of that world. I happily made my mom the socks cuz she asked for them. That is my rule of thumb. Others go so far as to only gift other knitters. Well, I won't go so far. I like making things for others when they really want something but can't make it themselves. My mom really wanted socks, who knows why...but even following "knitters only" rule, I can still knit for my mom. She used to knit like all get-out when she was my age. Maybe that's why the first socks are "nice" and "thank you" and a "I haven't really tried them on yet" etc., cuz, well, they're simple stockingette. She had a thing for bobbles...It was the 60's and 70's though, so I think she can be forgiven :).

Whatever. It's best not to dwell too long on all the negative. Instead I'm wondering if anyone has learned the charm for cleaning a room with the flick of the wrist??? I figure I can use my Brittany Straights for the wand, they are so pretty at the ends...sigh... I KNOW I have batteries in here somewhere...I have a Pinstripe Sock In Progress Bootie to showcase...but the batteries are dead/charging. Tomorrow I guess, cuz bedtime calls...

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Pretty Picture...

So this wasn't actually any time this week...
It's not quite from the archives either...I'm about a week off. Give or take. I think this was last Friday. I was just amazed that my lil' camera pulled it off. I mean, stock still, books as tripod, lights a blazin', and we get poopy for pictures. Me la la la-ing as I'm driving home and a "de chiripa" moment happens...ummm you know, that "hmm, my camera is right here, hmmm, I wonder if I can just turn it on and click the button without killing anyone as I'm driving THE SPEED LIMIT, honest ociffer!

I cropped out the top of the windshield, but that's about it.

There's laundry and picking up of stuff to be done, exciting I know, can you stand it? This is the part of being all growed up that I could do without...Happy Saturday.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Memes Glorious Memes....

Top 5 on Friday:
Top 5 songs that you liked as a child that you still like now:
Found my way there, here. Of course the only problem is that I have Don Henley stuck in my head... Not to mention we must be around the same age cuz I was nodding and laughing at her selection...but they're not all on my iPod, but these are: Here we go...stepping in the Way Back Machine all back to Video 1 with RICHARD BLADE!!!

Sweet Dreams are Made of This - The Eurythmics: It was the cow in the field...or maybe the bass? In the field? I don't know how sweet these dreams were, but the video warped my reality. Oh to be young and impressionable. But I still LOVE LOVE LOVE the very first BAM of the drum machine..."WAKE UP! Time to die!"---oh wait, that was Blade Runner...not Richard Blade :)

Take on Me - A-Ha: This really was a Video-1 ingrained favorite. Whenever I hear the song...oh, once a week, I can't get over the whole comic-book-turned-to-life dealie with the video. I remember crying the first time I saw him slamming into walls, trying to get out...sorry, I was only 10 after all. Did you know they're all still together? Umm hmm, I mean, A-ha! Yes, they still wear the leather pants...

Don't You (Forget About Me) - Simply Red: From that life-altering (I was 11, I loved that library), supercalafragilistic "The Breakfast Club." I saw the video hundreds of times before I was actually allowed to watch the movie...sad, eh? But that was okay, as most of the movie was clipped into the video screens IN the video. Hmmm, a video about video?

Major Tom (Coming Home) - Peter Schilling: So before music videos? But after the stereostrope, there was my older brother and I, kicked outside by the babysitter to let off some energy while she watched her soaps... OF COURSE WE WERE LOUD. What better way to be loud than to sing and dance to songs we didn't know the words to! But this one? "4, 3, 2, 1 Earth be-lo-o-o-ow us, drifting la la-a-a-a-, la la la la la-a-a-a-aaaa-a-a-a" or whatever...I remember we even had hand one arm straight up and the other at 3 o'clock--or 4 actually, and then 3, then get it, right? Maybe you had to be there.

Me and Julio Down by the School Yard - Paul Simon: This would be the very first "45" that my older brother and I will BOTH claim to have owned and been ours, ours, ours. If possession is 9/10s of the law, then my little brother is the winner, as he's got all my stuff from my childhood. I don't know how it ended up in our collection among the Pac-Man Christmas Albums and the like, but it did. It's still pretty high up on the playlist, mama pajama...

Strolling through memory lane is freaky. How could the 80s have happened so very long ago now?

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Apologies for the Bad Pics

I know, I know, a tripod and some spotlights would work wonders...can you spare some change for them? I can't, sorry.

THANK YOU ANJO! The chocolates are still in one piece...but not for long...

The cover, cuz you didn't have a copy. Though using your imagination might yield better results...sorry. 1.3 megapixels in the evening is not cutting it.

Must run.

Random Thought Wednesday: Playing Telephone

I thought I'd be posting pictures of the little gifties Crafty Modster sent my way...but it just didn't happen. It's gonna... later, later though, it seems :).

For now I had a "shower thought." I love those, something to dwell on as you get through the morning routine. My "shower thought" was me wondering why it is so very hard for people to relay messages? Not everyone, mind, I just have the WONDERFUL luck of having to be around people who must love to play telephone.

Remember telephone? The Simpsons had a great one during the episode where the teachers go on strike, Bart begins at one end with, "Skinner said the teachers will crack any minute," and the Krabapple end has, "Purple monkey dishwasher"!

I'm not saying it's THAT bad...but when it deals with specific information that everyone seems to have and need RIGHT NOW...leaving bits out, like oh, I dunno, WHY something is ON MY DESK..."oh, maybe you should ask X, he told me what it was, but I don't remember." Or Y having no idea what M said about some parcels. HELLO? YOU WERE THERE? These are even college graduates folks. They exhibit about as much ability to pass on a message as my 14 yr old little brother when he's too busy playing video games to come up for air and actually LISTEN to what's being said. I love him dearly, but I know the reality.

If these people know they can't remember jack, how about WRITING IT DOWN!?!? Silly me, I know, asking for too much or something. Maybe caring too much about how my work looks to others. Why do I do that? Better yet, why am I not like them? Why can't I play the dumb-assed receptionist?

And here's where the ranting ends...cuz that lovely commute is calling.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Well that Bombed...

Hello? Anyone out there anymore? (cricket, cricket)

Guess not. I don't think even Andy reads my blog anymore...

Oh well, I guess me, myself, and I will just have to entertain ourselves from now on. This is what I get for not posting OR commenting regularly...if it weren't for that whole rent/food/capitalistic society crap, I'd have quit working log ago, cuz work blows and takes up far too much of my goofing off time (read as blogging time :)).

As I blathered to James the other day, over email, cuz yeah, I don't even see my friends all that often any more either, I need to get a job that I choose, just so I don't feel so bitter about my situation. I look at temping the way I looked at homework as both a teacher and a student. HOMEWORK SUCKS. I hated being assigned a task that I didn't want to do, but knew I had to. That's what it feels like when you first start out temping (after not having temp'ed for 16 years...) TAKE WHATEVER THEY GIVE YOU. Show off to your employers and show what a good worker you are to the Agency. Then you get better and better gigs. Smile, ALL THE TIME. Urgh. 4 paychecks to go and I might be "extended," at my current site, but the guilt of completing the time they signed me up for will be over. I can make appointments again and who knows, actually apply to other jobs and ask for long lunches to get shit done!

My mom keeps hoping they'll keep me, like hire me on. I doubt it seriously. I'm too over-qualified for what I'm doing right now (damned Master's degree) and my "boss" thinks I'll be bored senseless. Mostly cuz I'm bored senseless RIGHT NOW. Again, a complaint I shared with another friend...they haven't "turned over the reigns" completely. The didn't know what kind of incompetent ding-bat they would be saddled with, so I have HOURS of free time everyday where instead of surfing the web--I am a good worker bee...I get to "make up" stuff to do...always fun.

Oh, speak of the devil...time to go...see ya in 10 hours...

Friday, August 04, 2006

This One I can do...

I stole an ipod because that's how I roll.

January-----------i married
Febuary-----------i lied to
March--------------i stole
April--------------- i ate
May----------------i bitch slapped
June---------------i kissed
July----------------i killed
August------------ i smoked
September-------i choked
October---------- i played with
November------- i watched
December--------i love

1-------a spork
2-------my friends pants
3------- myself
4-------a football player
5-------my true love
6------- p diddy
7-------a lawn gnome
8------- snakes on a plane
9-------a banana
10-------my best friends boyfriend/girlfriend
11-------a ruler
12-------an ipod
13-------my neighbor
14-------a sandwich
15-------a goat
16-------a pickle
18-------a spoon
19-------a monkey
20-------a mexican
21-------a ninja
22-------a fireman
23-------a noodle
24-------a gangster
25-------1000 people
26-------your mom
27-------an alien
28-------a squirrel
29-------my science teacher
30-------a hobo
31-------my uncle-

White-------Because dat bitch took my taco.
Black--------Because that's how I roll.
Pink---------Because im in love
Red----------Because the voices told me to.
Blue----------Because im sexy and i do what i want.
Green--------Because I hate myself.
Purple--------Because i love snakes
Gray---------- Because i keep it gangsta
Yellow--------Because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars
Orange----Because i hate my family.
Other-------Because i was high
maroon-----Because i was drunk.
teal-----cuz it was illegal
Brown-----Because im emo
Caramel----cuz Charlie told me to.
Striped------cuz ur mom said so
black & pink----Because i am kool like that
none-----cuz im so sexy
bathing suit----- cuz im to kool for t.v


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