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Woo, Weekend! Happy weekend! I just love apple rings, ("dried" apples, they are kind of moist and chewy). Labor day rules. No work on Monday. I am definately more appreciative of holidays now. In high school you get every other day off for some silly reason. The days are drastically less in the working world. I love the days off so much more. I feel like I am getting something special.
In high school I hardly attended classes. But I did not "skip", fuck that, I just did not go. In college I made every single class but one. I only missed one hour of college. With work I am the same way, I don't miss a day unless it is scheduled. I have only called out once when I shut my thumb in the car door (it was only a half day that I missed to boot!) What is the point in all of this? I don't really know, I just went off on a silly rampage.
Will some one shut me up? Maybe its the coffee... I need help Please! I would like some imput, if you could get rid of one of my skins which would it be? I want to keep the number low, I want to make more. I think my limit will be ten at any given time. But I want to be happy with all of them and I would like you all to be happy with most of them... Feedback please.
Two minutes later: Hell I just cut up three of them: Chase, MBNA, and Best Buy (which I only got to get my 52 inch television - 18 months no intrest, hell yeah!). I am keeping my Old Navy card because they always have such bargins. I am keeping my Amex card because I just love Amex. I am also keeping my Capital One mastercard because not everyone takes Amex. I would get rid of them all but I enjoy online shopping and its difficult to get tickets without a card. I just store them neatly out of my site to avoid silly spending!
I think we had the same morning! (okay i tried the track back thing, but it didnt work... read here.)
I got so flustered because I was also making a mess on the table. So I went to get some paper towels. On the way back to clean up I almost knock over a very important person. I yell "Ooops" and jump ten feet back. When telling my coworkers my explaination of the story was funnier yet... "I almost knocked over the very important person that we call Geri"! What the hell?!? As soon as I said it I started laughing my ass off and everyone in the room cracks up as well... Who the hell speaks like that? I guess I do when its the end of the day and I want to go home.
Oh yeah, just so you know Blockbuster can go suck a nut. I just hate them and now I hate them even more. This stupid $22.95 a month for unlimited rentals (up to three at a time) with no late fees is dumb. Yeah it's a great deal espically if you hate going to the theaters. I used to love to go to the movies but lately it is just a hastle. People are rude and loud and tall and in my way... I thought the drive in would be better but the last time I went there some stupid bitch left her car Lincoln Navigator running the entire time! I politely asked her to turn off her vechile for many different reasons "We are allergic to the air" was the response I received. What?! Well then why are you here? And she had the air conditioner on the entire time to boot! It wasn't even hot out - we had to cover up and snuggle! Anyway back to my point- I hate Blockbuster but I am now in the automatic monthly dvd renewal club. No late fees, three at a time, unlimited rentals - an awesome deal that I love but... Fuck You Blockbuster!
I must be a link slut, Laura shared with us the final meal requests of death row inmate in Texas. This is strange and interesting all at the same time. I don't know what to feel when I read this, I mean its interesting to know what some one wanted to taste before they die. But c'mon these people are dead!
On to another subject: I got some weird snail mail today. Ben and Jerry's ice cream each month for a year. Long distance = ice cream? I just don't get it. But let me say that I am an ice cream junkie and I would love to try One Sweet Whirled. It sounds like I would be in heaven...
I don't know why I am reading this thing. It is making me sick to see people like this and the sick freak wanted 1 dozen fried eggs (over easy), 1 loaf of bread, a bowl of salad dressing, french fries, and milk (3 cartons) as his last meal.
On another note, does anyone have an organizer that they just can't live without? I would like to get something small but it needs to be big enough to hold my check book, savings account book, a date book, and a calander. But keep in mind that I want it to be really portable. Does anyone have anything that fits this description, or could you tell me where to find something like what I described.
- My thumb nail is starting to flake off, in the middle. I slammed it in a door mid-June.
- No more three day weeks. The last two weeks were short due to fesitvals.
- Fuck popcap.com i am addicted to their games and recently keep getting "disconnected" mid game.
- We now have a coffee pot in my office (which I share with about 8 other people) at work. It feels groovey to pour a cup of coffee instead of buying one each day.
- I am okay with how much the berkfest sucked because the gathering on the mountain was that damn good.
- I have redecorated a wall because I was at a store and saw the posters for only $8 each (mounted on wood-type substance) and I was getting extremely frustrated with the room. I also spray painted the coffee table black and will be putting some sliver decor and stickers all over it.
On a happier note the gathering on the mountain was the bomb! (Or you can insert your personal favorite cheesy expression for goodness here.) When we finally got there DBB was on, I am just a little sad that we didn't catch them from the start but what I saw was wonderful and we were right up front! The hotel was only $100 a night for three people, it was less than ten minutes from the show, there was no dust, they sold pitchers of beer (shorter beer lines! and you miss less of the show!). In short it was fucking wonderful and only $25 a day!
Terrapin Presents sent us a post card with a picture of the vibes on it, what a great shot! It is copyrighted, so I may have to ask some questions to see if I can post it here.
The band plans to schedule additional tour dates later in 2003 and will likely record an album sometime next year as well.Oh, Damn Rosalie, why did you have to tell me about this?
- Too Much Dust - resulting in me sneezing a lot and having black boogers. (the vibes watered down the road ever so slightly to avoid clouds of dust.)
- Too little space - because we got there so late we had to search for a spot. The only one we found with any hope of fitting three tents did only that. It fit three tents - no room to sit around and chill. (at the vibes we had more than enough room.
- Too Many Cops - resulting in massive freakouts all around due to drugs, fence-jumpers and fights. (at the vibes the bikers regulated.)
- Too Expensive - to me the bands were okay but they didn't make me wear my "oh oh" face and we were only there for two days @ $246 for two tickets. (the line up at the vibes gave me chills.)
- Too Many Freaky Hippies - never in my life have I seen so many fucking weirdos doing stupid shit. (at the vibes everyone was so laid back)
- Too Many people Fucked Up on Drugs - never have I seen so many people looking so out of their minds. (there were tons of families and kids at the vibes & if there were people on drugs they were much more discrete about it)
- Too Short - even though it was sucky it was only two days long. (the vibes lasted four days.)
And why have I never heard of Robert Bradley until today?
I am not the judge.
I am not the parent.
I am not the mediator.
I am not anything but some one that is not involved.
They can fight all they need to.
They can act childish all they want to.
They can do anything but get me involved.
I have no opinion.
I will have no opinion.
I will not take sides.
They can do anything but get me involved.
Eric is a sweetheart, he got directions off of mapquest so I didn't have to. Oh that reminds me I need to find a place to stay for the gathering at the Poconos. We may have to get a hotel room for that concert, the local camp ground requires a three night stay and we just can't do that. Two weekends of music in a row! I don't know what I am going to do with myself.
Later on in the evening we went outside on her back deck. Mike started to play his guitar. We all sat in a circle groovin to the live tunes and chitchatting with each other now and again. Mike played a lot of his own songs which were awesome. In fact I want a copy when he puts them on disc. But he also played some covers- Pink Flloyd's Wish You Were Here made me feel like I was in a cheesey movie. We were all in a circle singing along together. It was really simple but it was a night to remember.
In other news I really wish I could do this, eh well maybe in about two years...
Now I know that I said that I need to stop spending money. But my desk was a mess. Let me explain: My monitor and key board are sitting on what is a small table, I have three chairs for it- it used to be in a restaurant. My cpu is next to this table on a thirty dollar stand that I bought which has two shelves and of course the top is shelf space as well. My printer is on the top of that and my paper work/printer paper is taking up space on the shelves. So all of my other junk was piled where I could fit it. I was in need of drawers; calculaters cannot just lie around!
So being the diva (haha!) that I am I went to target to see what could remedy my problem. Take a look at the tacky solution. I was even thinking of getting an extra set of drawers to put underneath it however my middle name is not moneybags.
I think my current job has made me even more sympathetic to people. Not to customers but to the people that work with me at the job. I listen to the phone calls they take and my heart goes out to them when they have Mrs. Iliketobitchalot on the phone. I go and give them a pat on the back, or write them a silly little note "That lady was a jerk-face" just to make them feel a little bit better... Anyway enough rambling check out the story by clicking: In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now, more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table, and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies. You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.
You know our love will not fade away...