That's right folks, no more 5 hour church for me! No more worrying about who's teaching on Sunday, or if the visiting teaching lists are being passed out, or if anybody did their visiting teaching. No more key to the clerk's office.
And I'm going to miss it all. Especially the keys.
I've been relief society president for 2 years and 2 months now. That's a long time for a single's ward. I don't know if I know how to attend church as a civilian, if you will. What? I just show up when the meeting starts, sit through all the lessons and go home? Really? Today many people asked me if I was relieved. I told them all not yet. Give me a few days to settle down. I did cry when the Bishop actually released me in sacrament meeting. I had the new president over this afternoon (who I know and have complete confidence in) and probably overwhelmed her talking for 3 hours about the relief society. And I felt more strongly than ever what I think every relief society president should be obsessed with and that is God's love for the sisers in her relief society. As I looked over the sisters today, and taught the lesson, I felt so much love for them that I knew came from God and even though I'm not going anywhere, I'll still see the same people every week, I feel like I will miss them. It's kind of strange, really. I know it won't be the same, and this week I'm very grateful for the opportunity I had to serve as the relief society president in this ward for so long.
And hope a little bit that it doesn't happen again. :)
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
English...Romanian...Spanish...can anyone understand me?!
Well folks I made it back from my trip. It was quite fun, and we saw a lot. Exhausted ourselves a couple of days, but also sat around for a couple of days, so it all worked out.
I discovered a weird phenomenon. Whenver someone talks to me in a foreign language, I seem to automatically respond in Romanian. I can't even tell you the number of times I said da instead of si, and got halfway through multimesc before realizing the correct word is gracias. And when I needed to say something slighly more involved, I pretty much had the sentence figured out in Romanian before even approaching the Spanish. There are a couple of words that I'm still not sure if are Romanian or Spanish. So everything I said had to go through not only the English filter, but the Romanian filter too before I got to the Spanish (not that I know either language, really, just enough to make a fool of myself). On the upside, many Mexicans found it rather amusing to be answered with a da by an American.
So anyway, here are a few pictures.
This is in Chichen Itza (not posivitve about the spelling). There is another temple inside this one, so they say, no one's allowed inside it, or on it, anymore. This one was built around the smaller one they think.
This is a playing field. There was this game that the Mayans played, seemed to have been a big deal because they've uncovered 8 playing fields in the whole area. There are carvings the in wall depicting the captain of one team beheading the captain of another team. So our guide thinks it was probably the captian of the losing team who killed the captain of the winning team, because it was an honor to die or something like that (yes, apparently the Mayans were Klingons).
Here's a close up of the little hoop on one side that the ball is supposed to go through in order to make a point. We referred to this place as the Quidditch field because, well, it looks kind of like a Quidditch field.
The observatory, for watching Venus and doing other such astronimical related research. The Mayans seem to have been pretty brilliant.
Me (proof that I was there:)
So after Chichen Izta we took a 8 hour night bus to Palenque. First though, we sat in a non air conditioned gross bus station in a city called Merida for 4 hours, discovered we were at the wrong bus station, took a taxi to the right one which was air conditioned and sat there, finally putting on our sweatshirts and long pants for another 4 hours. Sitting on bus all night wouldn't have been so bad if we hadn't sat around waiting for said bus all day!
But look what we saw when we got there! Totally worth it. This was my favorite place, neat ruins in the jungle, and pretty water falls to boot. Yes, we felt the need to sing Indiana Jones a few times....me and Julie, we're nerds, it's true. We apologized to Brenda several times for our nerdiness...
This waterfall was pretty amazing. In this picture, we are looking at it standing on a swinging bridge. Pretty cool. This was right after walking down something like a million stairs and seeing the ruins below. Awesome.
In Palenque, you're still allowed to climb up and around most of the ruins (which generally requires walking up a zillion fairly steep stairs- we were pretty sore!) So this is me inside one of the ruins. The day before this pictures, our guide told us that these stairs led down to a representation of hell. You can go through a few things down there and then come out on the other side. Well we thought it was pretty cool, and so decided to go back the next day to take more pictures. Well we wandered on top of that ruin for 20 minutes, a good 10 of that spent looking for this stairwell. Finally we followed a tour group hoping they'd lead us to it, and discovered that we had been walking around it the whole time!
After Palenque we took a 12 hour night bus back across the country to Tulum. There are 5 states in the Yucatan Peninsula and we wound up being in them all, although we crossed through 2 in the middle of night and didn't really see them. By this point we had been on our trip for 6 days and had yet to see any beach. So, we got a hotel by the beach in Tulum, accidentally got sunburned pretty good (yes, I put on sunscreen...got burned anyway). There are some ruins right on the beach here, which were pretty, but I still liked Palenque better.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Where have I been?!
Yup, turns out I'm not a very good blogger. I even had stuff to write about this month, and spare time, was on my computer- all that. No excuse. Just lazy. Sorry about that. Hope to make it up to you! But tomorrow I'm leaving for a week and a half. So I guess I'll have to make it up in July. We'll see.
So a few weeks ago I'm driving to work, listening to the radio, doing my thing. On the radio station I generally listen to they're doing this contest called "pick your purse" where they call out names every once in a while of people who have signed up for an account on their website. So on this ordinary drive to work, they suddenly called my name! And then a few seconds later, just to prove I wasn't dreaming, I got a text from a friend saying they definately just called your name for pick your purse. 10 minutes later I was on the radio! So, April, you will be happy to know that I am now the owner of a real grown up purse. I would post a picture of it but, again, too lazy. But at the previous link is a picture. As you can tell on that link, I also won free passes to a movie screening which I did not attend, by the way. Gave to a coworker. In case you were wondering.
In other news- Shannon has left the ten tenors. You can imagine my despair over this sad bit of news. Really, what does he need a solo career for? Laura (my sister) and I have decided that we'll have to take a trip to Australia to support his solo career. How else am I going to see him? And remember Liam? My new #3? That's right, he left the group as well. Shannon at least, so their website tells me, is open to the possibility of returning to the group. Liam? Relocated to Los Angeles to pursue his opera career. Another one that I most likely will not have the opportunity to support. And to spend more time with his wife. Guess I can't complain about that. Get this though- apparently, Shannon was recruited into the group right out of high school- in 2003! That's right folks, that makes him like 3 years younger than me. Who knew? I sure didn't. Go here for the full story:(
Well that's it for today. I need to go pack for my trip, as I'm leaving for Mexico tomorrow. Tomorrow! Theoretically I will post all kinds of pictures upon my return. I wouldn't hold my breath though, if I were you...
So a few weeks ago I'm driving to work, listening to the radio, doing my thing. On the radio station I generally listen to they're doing this contest called "pick your purse" where they call out names every once in a while of people who have signed up for an account on their website. So on this ordinary drive to work, they suddenly called my name! And then a few seconds later, just to prove I wasn't dreaming, I got a text from a friend saying they definately just called your name for pick your purse. 10 minutes later I was on the radio! So, April, you will be happy to know that I am now the owner of a real grown up purse. I would post a picture of it but, again, too lazy. But at the previous link is a picture. As you can tell on that link, I also won free passes to a movie screening which I did not attend, by the way. Gave to a coworker. In case you were wondering.
In other news- Shannon has left the ten tenors. You can imagine my despair over this sad bit of news. Really, what does he need a solo career for? Laura (my sister) and I have decided that we'll have to take a trip to Australia to support his solo career. How else am I going to see him? And remember Liam? My new #3? That's right, he left the group as well. Shannon at least, so their website tells me, is open to the possibility of returning to the group. Liam? Relocated to Los Angeles to pursue his opera career. Another one that I most likely will not have the opportunity to support. And to spend more time with his wife. Guess I can't complain about that. Get this though- apparently, Shannon was recruited into the group right out of high school- in 2003! That's right folks, that makes him like 3 years younger than me. Who knew? I sure didn't. Go here for the full story:(
Well that's it for today. I need to go pack for my trip, as I'm leaving for Mexico tomorrow. Tomorrow! Theoretically I will post all kinds of pictures upon my return. I wouldn't hold my breath though, if I were you...
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Weather for ducks?
So this morning was a little dreary- it had been raining a lot of the night and was still raining pretty good when I got to work. I got on the elevator with a co-worker, and she says something like how about this weather? It's great for the ducks! I kind of chuckled, because I know this woman likes ducks and has mentioned ducks on occasion before. So then about 45 minutes later my boss gets to work, and one of the first things she says is "Great weather for ducks, huh?" I turned around and said you're kidding me, Sonja said that to me on the elevator this morning, I don't get it. Well about 10 minutes later my boss's husband comes in the office and says the exact same thing- this is great weather for ducks! Well I've just never heard of this before, do ducks have a partiality for rain? I never thought so. Ducks never would have even crossed my mind on this rainy day, and yet three people completely independent of each other today commented that the rain was great weather for ducks.
Weird, I tell ya.
Today when I was at the drive-through bank, the car next to me had a ginormous dog in it. He took up the entire back seat, and I really think was bigger than the woman driving the car. Yikes, the thought of just being on the same side of the street as that dog gets me all panicky, not to mention being trapped in a car with it! Once I was waiting for an elevator, and there was this guy there also waiting for the elevator with his humoungous dog who, by the way, was a little bit hyper. And then he was surprised when I wouldn't get on the elevator with him. He tried to reassure me that he was in control and it was no big deal. He didn't seem to realize that being trapped in a small 6x3 box with a dog half my size is pretty much my worse nightmare.
Tip o' the day: People like their dogs. I get that. Just keep it away from me. It's not too much to ask.
Weird, I tell ya.
Today when I was at the drive-through bank, the car next to me had a ginormous dog in it. He took up the entire back seat, and I really think was bigger than the woman driving the car. Yikes, the thought of just being on the same side of the street as that dog gets me all panicky, not to mention being trapped in a car with it! Once I was waiting for an elevator, and there was this guy there also waiting for the elevator with his humoungous dog who, by the way, was a little bit hyper. And then he was surprised when I wouldn't get on the elevator with him. He tried to reassure me that he was in control and it was no big deal. He didn't seem to realize that being trapped in a small 6x3 box with a dog half my size is pretty much my worse nightmare.
Tip o' the day: People like their dogs. I get that. Just keep it away from me. It's not too much to ask.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
A Paperclip Fettish
Sorry about the lack of updates, been pretty busy. I like to blame my business on being RS president, but then realized a couple weeks ago that the things I was off doing every night had nothing to do with my calling, I would be doing them either way. So there goes that theory.
So quick update on me- job going pretty well, I'm now officially on the payroll, so that's exciting. The only difference really is that I have a nameplate now outside my door, so if I forget my name, I have a quick reference. And I now have to use the time clock system, so I can't sneak in 5 minutes late without anybody knowing the difference. Not that I would do that. Ahem.
We purchased our plane tickets for the summer vacation finally, a couple weeks ago. I will officially be in Mexico June 2-11. Pretty dang exciting. Any tips anyone has on vacationing in the Yucatan are welcome, we are flying into Cancun, and wish to see all the cool stuff in the area, while avoiding crowds and over touristy areas. And let me just say that my tax return, along with the "stimulation bonus" or whatever the heck they're calling it, is pretty much paying for my trip. Thank you, US government. Alas, I will not be spending it assisting our great economy as you would wish me to do. Sorry about that.
So I have this weird thing at work. I use a lot of paperclips. Legitimately, I mean, I just need them a lot. I'll have a lot of stacks of paper, with many papercliped throughout- generally because I will need to run them through a scanner and so don't staple them until I'm done. As a result of this, there always seem to be a spare 3 or 4 paperclips loitering on my desk. And I find that somehow, there is constantly one in my hand. I don't know how it happens. Generally I don't really realize I've picked one up. I just go to type something, and discover that I must put down the paperclip I've been fiddling with first. Sometimes, just to change things up a bit, I find myself fiddling with the little bunny eraser someone planted on my desk around Easter time. It's pretty strange. And, incidentally, I have ruined more paperclips. I play with them, moving the inside part around until it's pretty much useless in actually clipping paper together. So then I throw it away, put the rest in my drawer, trying to break myself of the habit. But, since people hand me stacks of paper with paperclips strewn about all the time, I find myself playing with another one a mere hour later.
So the question, I suppose, is why does there always have to be something in my hands? At least I've moved up in the world. In college it was always silly puddy or a mini-slinky that I would find myself playing with.
Tip o' the day: When in a down mood, watch an episode of Remington Steele or Star Trek (any of them really, although I would recommend Voyager first). There's nothing better!
So quick update on me- job going pretty well, I'm now officially on the payroll, so that's exciting. The only difference really is that I have a nameplate now outside my door, so if I forget my name, I have a quick reference. And I now have to use the time clock system, so I can't sneak in 5 minutes late without anybody knowing the difference. Not that I would do that. Ahem.
We purchased our plane tickets for the summer vacation finally, a couple weeks ago. I will officially be in Mexico June 2-11. Pretty dang exciting. Any tips anyone has on vacationing in the Yucatan are welcome, we are flying into Cancun, and wish to see all the cool stuff in the area, while avoiding crowds and over touristy areas. And let me just say that my tax return, along with the "stimulation bonus" or whatever the heck they're calling it, is pretty much paying for my trip. Thank you, US government. Alas, I will not be spending it assisting our great economy as you would wish me to do. Sorry about that.
So I have this weird thing at work. I use a lot of paperclips. Legitimately, I mean, I just need them a lot. I'll have a lot of stacks of paper, with many papercliped throughout- generally because I will need to run them through a scanner and so don't staple them until I'm done. As a result of this, there always seem to be a spare 3 or 4 paperclips loitering on my desk. And I find that somehow, there is constantly one in my hand. I don't know how it happens. Generally I don't really realize I've picked one up. I just go to type something, and discover that I must put down the paperclip I've been fiddling with first. Sometimes, just to change things up a bit, I find myself fiddling with the little bunny eraser someone planted on my desk around Easter time. It's pretty strange. And, incidentally, I have ruined more paperclips. I play with them, moving the inside part around until it's pretty much useless in actually clipping paper together. So then I throw it away, put the rest in my drawer, trying to break myself of the habit. But, since people hand me stacks of paper with paperclips strewn about all the time, I find myself playing with another one a mere hour later.
So the question, I suppose, is why does there always have to be something in my hands? At least I've moved up in the world. In college it was always silly puddy or a mini-slinky that I would find myself playing with.
Tip o' the day: When in a down mood, watch an episode of Remington Steele or Star Trek (any of them really, although I would recommend Voyager first). There's nothing better!
Saturday, March 22, 2008
And the answer is.....
cream cheese! That's right, turns out if you leave cream cheese in your fridge for a long time (there is a possibility that it's been in there over a year....) it turns out really, really gross.
So my goal with the "Name that movie" feature over to the right is to stump Laura. It's a new goal really, when puting a Newsies quote up there (Remember the hot tip I told you about? Nobody told the horse.") is never in a million years going to stump Laura. But this new one might- so check it out and hazard a guess!
Tip o' the day: Duh! Don't let things just hang out in the fridge for over a year!
So my goal with the "Name that movie" feature over to the right is to stump Laura. It's a new goal really, when puting a Newsies quote up there (Remember the hot tip I told you about? Nobody told the horse.") is never in a million years going to stump Laura. But this new one might- so check it out and hazard a guess!
Tip o' the day: Duh! Don't let things just hang out in the fridge for over a year!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Two bathtubs
Elliot roared into the parking lot, jumped out of the car and up the stairs two at a time. His wife got out of the car slowly, and went deliberately up the stairs behind him. By the time she was walking through the door, he had already turned the on water to the tub in the guest bathroom and was laying down the second of three giant plastic sheets. After they had had to pay to have all the carpet relaid in their previous apartment, she had insisted on the plastic sheets. She put her coat in the closet by the front door, stepped gingerly over the plastic to the kitchen. Pouring herself a drink, she returned to the living room and sat on the couch. Elliot had finished laying down the sheets and was now donning thick rubber gloves that ran past his elbows.
“You knew that movie was longer than 2 hours, didn’t you?” She admitted that she thought it be, and that it wouldn’t be that big a deal- so they got home a half hour late.
“Every six hours they need fresh water- I told you there can be give or take of 10 minutes, but not 30! Never 30!” He was now carrying large buckets from the kitchen to the master bathroom, to begin the transporting process. With the buckets full he walked slowly, deliberately, although still sloshing more water than usual in his haste, from one bathroom to the other. Running back with empty buckets for another load he ran like a madman, nearly slipping on the now slightly wet plastic.
“I just thought we could have a nice night out. You know, just you and me.”
“We did have a nice night out.” Elliot replied in between trips. “But we couldn’t have gone to an earlier show? A little extra planning is all it would take.”
She knew it was no use, so she remained silent, finishing her drink and observing her husband calmly from the couch as he made several more trips. When he was finished, carrying the last one by hand, he pulled the plug in the master bathroom, and quickly washed down out the tub. He then moved to the other bathroom to turn the off the water and retrieve clean towels to clean up any water spills.
His wife sighed and stood up to go to bed, as Elliot began picking up the sheets.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “But nothing is more important than the jellyfish. Nothing.”
This story came about as a possible explanation for our upstairs neighbors who seem to drain their bathtub several times at day, at all hours. Thinking that one couldn't possibly need that many baths, we resorted to more unusual possible reasons for this behavior.
“You knew that movie was longer than 2 hours, didn’t you?” She admitted that she thought it be, and that it wouldn’t be that big a deal- so they got home a half hour late.
“Every six hours they need fresh water- I told you there can be give or take of 10 minutes, but not 30! Never 30!” He was now carrying large buckets from the kitchen to the master bathroom, to begin the transporting process. With the buckets full he walked slowly, deliberately, although still sloshing more water than usual in his haste, from one bathroom to the other. Running back with empty buckets for another load he ran like a madman, nearly slipping on the now slightly wet plastic.
“I just thought we could have a nice night out. You know, just you and me.”
“We did have a nice night out.” Elliot replied in between trips. “But we couldn’t have gone to an earlier show? A little extra planning is all it would take.”
She knew it was no use, so she remained silent, finishing her drink and observing her husband calmly from the couch as he made several more trips. When he was finished, carrying the last one by hand, he pulled the plug in the master bathroom, and quickly washed down out the tub. He then moved to the other bathroom to turn the off the water and retrieve clean towels to clean up any water spills.
His wife sighed and stood up to go to bed, as Elliot began picking up the sheets.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “But nothing is more important than the jellyfish. Nothing.”
This story came about as a possible explanation for our upstairs neighbors who seem to drain their bathtub several times at day, at all hours. Thinking that one couldn't possibly need that many baths, we resorted to more unusual possible reasons for this behavior.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
What to excitedly drive people crazy about next?
How went the concert, you ask? Was it as fabulous as hoped for, and worth all the hype?
Why yes, yes it was. They did a couple songs that I hadn't heard before, several that I had. And, I discovered a new favorite. Shannon is by far my favorite, followed close by Drew. Before it was that the other 8 were just there, pretty fabulous but none really stood out. At the concert I went to last year, I discovered that many times the voice sailing over everyone else that I thought was Shannon turned out to be this guy David. So I was pretty impressed with him. Well he left the group not too long ago. It seems that many of his roles were taken over by (dadadadum!) my new favorite number 3, Liam, who has always been in the group, I just never noticed his amazing-ness before, partly because he was overshadowed by Shannon & David. The Ten Tenors do a really great version of the Bohemain Rhapsody, and Liam was the man feature in that song. Although possibly my favorite thing he did was Nessun Dorma. This was one of the last songs they did, and I knew he was my new #3 before then, but that definately confirmed it.
Let's see, what else....so they really like the Beegees and did a few of their songs, in addition to The Boxer and a couple Queen songs. And of course, the opera and Australian folk songs.
So then after the show we are in the lobby debating about whether or not to stay for autographs. I know, silly question, why would you not stay, but I get shy & nervous in those situations. Well as we're debating they all come out and there's Shannon standing like 5 feet away from me. Well, ok, I have this here program, I'll just have Shannon sign it.
And then my mom says are you sure you don't want anymore? I'll go with you. Ok, well, Drew is standing right there, I'd better get his. Elaine says you should open your program to their page and have him sign there. I thought that a good idea, and so did so and got Drew's. And was then about to leave. And then I thought about getting home and only having 2 autographs. How dumb would that be? So I just got the rest.
Now, if you'll look closely, you'll notice that there are only 8 autographs on this page, plus the one on the front making only 9 tenors. Well, some of these are illegible really so I can't be sure, but I think it was a guy named Dom who I missed. I later was thinking about it and didn't recall seeing him in the lobby. He probably was there, I just missed him. Alas.
Tip o' the day: If you must paint your nails right before bedtime (and let's face it, sometimes there's no other choice) dry them as much as possible before sleep is really just the only thing left for doing. Then arrange your hands very carefully so while you fall asleep and the first little while your nails don't touch anything. Theoretically, by the time that you move in your sleep, the nails are dry, no harm done.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
4 days
Just in case you forgot, which you probably did, I'm going to see The Ten Tenors live. In just 4 days. As if the mere fact isn't exciting enough, I have a visual. You see, there are ten tenors. And at the last concert brillianceness I went to, I was forced to buy the magnets, which adorn the side of my refridgerator. So at 10 days out, I started moving a magnet a day from the side to the front of the fridge. The last one will be Shannon of course (actually Julie's genius idea, not mine). So, here you are: 4 days, 4 tenors.And here's the front of my fridge, for all those days you sadly missed out on:
So all in all, Saturday night should be fabulous, and I'm excited.
In other items of interested, yesterday I saw this billboard for Chipotle while I was driving around. It said "We put the "burrito" in gourmet". I think that's pretty much hilarious, and I was laughing out loud in my car for a few minutes. And, guess what I had for dinner? That's right. A burrito from Chipotle. Yum! I think that Chipotle's website is pretty funny. Especially the live web cams, which include such exciting videos as "mean marinating" and "avacados ripening". Funny stuff. You should go there next time you're bored.
Tip o' the day: If you're picky about your bananas (as I am very much) just buy one at a time. And eat it the day after you buy it. Otherwise it will get some brown spots (my limit is maybe 2) and then what a waste!
Tip o' the day: If you're picky about your bananas (as I am very much) just buy one at a time. And eat it the day after you buy it. Otherwise it will get some brown spots (my limit is maybe 2) and then what a waste!
Friday, February 15, 2008
The Subway, Part 3
Here is the 3rd and final and, I must say my favorite, part of the Subway story. Ah, Stewart. Make sure you read part 1 and part 2 first
Stewart looked in the mirror and sighed. Why do these things always happen to me? I’m just an ordinary guy, with an ordinary job. I can’t walk in to my ordinary job looking like this. I just can’t, what will they do? What will they think? I just can’t, can’t do it, I’ll have to call in sick or something. Stewart walked out of the bathroom toward the phone and picked it up. What am I going to tell them? I can’t say I’m sick; I’m a horrible liar. They’ll think I’m just goofing off or something. He realized that he never actually had goofed off before, but he didn’t know if the people at his work knew that.
Thinking back to the day before, Stewart groaned. He had met a girl online months before and had friendly conversation. She only liked men with black hair. Oh, what a coincidence, he had said. I have black hair! Then she wanted to meet. Sounds great, Stewart said, name the place! She did and it was set up. Stewart, however, had blond hair. No problem, he thought. I’ll just dye my hair black, she’ll never know. During his incredibly short lunch break, he ran to the store to buy hair dye. The clerk gave him a funny look when he paid for it, but Stewart was in too much of a hurry to notice. The date was set for 7:00; Stewart got home from work at 6. As soon as he got home he set to work dying his hair, working quickly. He got dressed, washed out the dye and stood in front of the mirror to assess his new look. His jaw had nearly dropped to the floor. Standing in front of him was not the attractive, black haired man he expected. Instead was a blue haired idiot. In panic he checked the dye box. Sure enough, it was blue hair dye. Not black. Blue. Not knowing what else to do, Stewart had canceled the date. No explanations, just couldn’t make it. He felt bad for ditching the girl, but he couldn’t show up looking like a blue haired idiot. Not when she expected an attractive black haired man.
Stewart checked the time and automatically went into panic mode; he was late. Temporarily forgetting about his dilemma, he finished getting dressed and rushed out the door. On the elevator he realized that his hair was still blue. Suck it up, Stewart. You’re the idiot who dyed your hair blue. You can figure out something to say at work.
He walked quickly to the subway station, trying not to be noticed. Once there, Stewart hid in a corner where he wouldn’t be seen. It was bad enough to have blue hair, he didn’t need all these strangers to notice it and make fun of him. The train came and he quickly got on it. He sat in the first seat he saw and sunk in his chair. Everyone who walked by seemed to be scrutinizing him, wondering what kind of idiot he was. He glared at them. Maybe, I can convince them that I did it on purpose. That’s right! I want to have blue hair, I like having blue hair. By the reaction of the old lady sitting a couple of seats over, his look just came out mean. Well, huh. That’s not what I meant, I don’t want to scare people. So he tried to change the look, not a mean look, just an I-mean-to-have-blue-hair look. The man across from him caught the new look and smiled at him. Stewart noticed several gaps in his teeth, and a twitch in the man’s eye. Oh, well I don’t know, I think I want to give him the mean look. He tried it but the man just smiled wider. Ugh. Well, never mind. I’ll just read my book and pretend I’m not here. Stewart pulled out the book that he was currently reading and tried to concentrate. A man came in and sat in the seat next to him. Stewart kind of scooted over to increase the distance between him and this new person. He realized that the further he moved, the more the man moved. He was trying to see the book. Stewart moved enough to let the man see his book. Ha! Once he discovers it’s a computer science book he’ll leave me alone. Sure enough, the man seemed to be not interested in computer science and turned his attention to someone else. A woman rushed in and the doors closed; she was completely out of breath and a little disorganized it seemed. Stewart’s eyes rolled and he sunk deeper into his chair. Geeze lady, you could just leave earlier and not have to run to the subway station. It’s not that difficult.
Stewart noticed the man next to him begin to stand. Oh man, what’s he doin'? The train just started, where does he think he’s going? The man offered his seat to the woman who couldn’t wake up on time, and she politely refused. He repeated his offer and again the woman refused. She doesn’t want the seat, man, leave her alone! Stewart felt like telling him, but he kept his mouth shut and pretended to read his book. The man shrugged his shoulders and moved to the other side of the subway car. Oh that’s effective. Now no one is going to sit in this perfectly good seat. Stewart decided that he was being rather negative about this whole affair and that it really wasn’t any of his business. Taking a few deep breaths, he went back to his book, trying to forget about the people in the car and his blue hair.
The ride was almost over when he felt someone’s eyes on him. His thoughts immediately turned toward the woman and sure enough, she was looking at him. The look on her face was a mix between terror and exhaustion. Huh. I didn’t even give her my mean look. I didn’t give her a look at all, what’s her problem? He started to feel uncomfortable and glanced up at the woman. She was reading something now, but he could tell she wasn’t really reading. Well, I do have blue hair. People with blue hair freak most people out. People with blue hair freak me out. Still, the sooner this subway stops the better. I just want to get to work without any problems. A ball dropped in his stomach as he remembered his current crisis and again started wondering what he was going to say when he got to work. Um, hi, I accidentally dyed my hair blue last night, don’t worry it will be gone in 40 washings. The subway stopped and everyone got off. Stewart barely noticed the woman scurrying away in the opposite direction.
Stewart looked in the mirror and sighed. Why do these things always happen to me? I’m just an ordinary guy, with an ordinary job. I can’t walk in to my ordinary job looking like this. I just can’t, what will they do? What will they think? I just can’t, can’t do it, I’ll have to call in sick or something. Stewart walked out of the bathroom toward the phone and picked it up. What am I going to tell them? I can’t say I’m sick; I’m a horrible liar. They’ll think I’m just goofing off or something. He realized that he never actually had goofed off before, but he didn’t know if the people at his work knew that.
Thinking back to the day before, Stewart groaned. He had met a girl online months before and had friendly conversation. She only liked men with black hair. Oh, what a coincidence, he had said. I have black hair! Then she wanted to meet. Sounds great, Stewart said, name the place! She did and it was set up. Stewart, however, had blond hair. No problem, he thought. I’ll just dye my hair black, she’ll never know. During his incredibly short lunch break, he ran to the store to buy hair dye. The clerk gave him a funny look when he paid for it, but Stewart was in too much of a hurry to notice. The date was set for 7:00; Stewart got home from work at 6. As soon as he got home he set to work dying his hair, working quickly. He got dressed, washed out the dye and stood in front of the mirror to assess his new look. His jaw had nearly dropped to the floor. Standing in front of him was not the attractive, black haired man he expected. Instead was a blue haired idiot. In panic he checked the dye box. Sure enough, it was blue hair dye. Not black. Blue. Not knowing what else to do, Stewart had canceled the date. No explanations, just couldn’t make it. He felt bad for ditching the girl, but he couldn’t show up looking like a blue haired idiot. Not when she expected an attractive black haired man.
Stewart checked the time and automatically went into panic mode; he was late. Temporarily forgetting about his dilemma, he finished getting dressed and rushed out the door. On the elevator he realized that his hair was still blue. Suck it up, Stewart. You’re the idiot who dyed your hair blue. You can figure out something to say at work.
He walked quickly to the subway station, trying not to be noticed. Once there, Stewart hid in a corner where he wouldn’t be seen. It was bad enough to have blue hair, he didn’t need all these strangers to notice it and make fun of him. The train came and he quickly got on it. He sat in the first seat he saw and sunk in his chair. Everyone who walked by seemed to be scrutinizing him, wondering what kind of idiot he was. He glared at them. Maybe, I can convince them that I did it on purpose. That’s right! I want to have blue hair, I like having blue hair. By the reaction of the old lady sitting a couple of seats over, his look just came out mean. Well, huh. That’s not what I meant, I don’t want to scare people. So he tried to change the look, not a mean look, just an I-mean-to-have-blue-hair look. The man across from him caught the new look and smiled at him. Stewart noticed several gaps in his teeth, and a twitch in the man’s eye. Oh, well I don’t know, I think I want to give him the mean look. He tried it but the man just smiled wider. Ugh. Well, never mind. I’ll just read my book and pretend I’m not here. Stewart pulled out the book that he was currently reading and tried to concentrate. A man came in and sat in the seat next to him. Stewart kind of scooted over to increase the distance between him and this new person. He realized that the further he moved, the more the man moved. He was trying to see the book. Stewart moved enough to let the man see his book. Ha! Once he discovers it’s a computer science book he’ll leave me alone. Sure enough, the man seemed to be not interested in computer science and turned his attention to someone else. A woman rushed in and the doors closed; she was completely out of breath and a little disorganized it seemed. Stewart’s eyes rolled and he sunk deeper into his chair. Geeze lady, you could just leave earlier and not have to run to the subway station. It’s not that difficult.
Stewart noticed the man next to him begin to stand. Oh man, what’s he doin'? The train just started, where does he think he’s going? The man offered his seat to the woman who couldn’t wake up on time, and she politely refused. He repeated his offer and again the woman refused. She doesn’t want the seat, man, leave her alone! Stewart felt like telling him, but he kept his mouth shut and pretended to read his book. The man shrugged his shoulders and moved to the other side of the subway car. Oh that’s effective. Now no one is going to sit in this perfectly good seat. Stewart decided that he was being rather negative about this whole affair and that it really wasn’t any of his business. Taking a few deep breaths, he went back to his book, trying to forget about the people in the car and his blue hair.
The ride was almost over when he felt someone’s eyes on him. His thoughts immediately turned toward the woman and sure enough, she was looking at him. The look on her face was a mix between terror and exhaustion. Huh. I didn’t even give her my mean look. I didn’t give her a look at all, what’s her problem? He started to feel uncomfortable and glanced up at the woman. She was reading something now, but he could tell she wasn’t really reading. Well, I do have blue hair. People with blue hair freak most people out. People with blue hair freak me out. Still, the sooner this subway stops the better. I just want to get to work without any problems. A ball dropped in his stomach as he remembered his current crisis and again started wondering what he was going to say when he got to work. Um, hi, I accidentally dyed my hair blue last night, don’t worry it will be gone in 40 washings. The subway stopped and everyone got off. Stewart barely noticed the woman scurrying away in the opposite direction.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Again with the elevator theme
I find "elevator etiquitte" pretty amusing. There are 2 people standing in the hall. One person gets on and naturally holds their hand over the door to keep it from shutting and then they ask what floor the person wants, and pushes the appropriate button. Yes yes, that's all fine and well. What really cracks me up is if the 2nd person gets off the elevator first, I have witnessed them on many occasions saying thanks to the 1st person. It just makes me laugh. You already said thanks for pushing the proper button, and for holding the door open. I recognize that you feel like you should say something upon exiting first, but thanks just doesn't seem like it. Have a nice day seems more appropriate, which I have said in this circumstance on occasion.
So then today by the time the elevator came, there were 5 or 6 people lined up waiting for it. So the first guy gets on, neglects to hold his hand over the door causing it to pretend to close for half a second before the motion detector kicks on. No big deal, he was under no obligation to prevent that, yet he apologized. Then everyone told him their floor, and he dutifully pushed each button. It seemed that there was then a pecking order. He got off first, and so the next person stepped up to push the button again to make the door close 2 seconds faster. That guy got off, and then the next person takes over the button pushing duties. I don't know why really, but I found that pretty amusing too.
Tip o' the day: We could all learn this great lesson from President Hinckley: if you're able, take the stairs!
So then today by the time the elevator came, there were 5 or 6 people lined up waiting for it. So the first guy gets on, neglects to hold his hand over the door causing it to pretend to close for half a second before the motion detector kicks on. No big deal, he was under no obligation to prevent that, yet he apologized. Then everyone told him their floor, and he dutifully pushed each button. It seemed that there was then a pecking order. He got off first, and so the next person stepped up to push the button again to make the door close 2 seconds faster. That guy got off, and then the next person takes over the button pushing duties. I don't know why really, but I found that pretty amusing too.
Tip o' the day: We could all learn this great lesson from President Hinckley: if you're able, take the stairs!
Friday, February 1, 2008
The Subway, Part 2
Whoa, sorry folks! New job started this week, lots of stuff going on, a little busy. Good news: I got internet at home! Bad news: my computer was being really annoying and appeared to have deleted the network I so carefully had set up. So, attempting to set it up again. Why should it just work, afterall? That would be silly.
So here's part 2 of 3 of my Subway story. They're really meant to be all read together, but I figured that it's too long for one entry. So if you haven't already, read part one first.
Marty whistled while he walked. He didn’t do it to tick people off, or to make them happy. There was no particular reason; often he wasn’t even aware he was doing it. But his mother had told him once to whistle to be happy and it had stuck with him. Not that he needed any reminders to be happy. Marty was always happy, it was just his nature. Today he was especially happy because he was going to the bookstore. The bookstore was a special treat, a place he only got to go to when he was good all week. There were many things Marty enjoyed about the bookstore. He liked Teri, the waitress, who always gave him hot chocolate with a straw. Then there was Barbara who would read books to him if she wasn’t too busy. That was his favorite part, and he tried to go when no one else would so she wouldn’t be too busy. His mother told him what time he should go so it wouldn’t be crowded there. If it’s crowded at the bookstore, Barbara will be more busy because she has to take care of the other people. It’s not that she doesn’t want to read books to me, but her job is to help everybody, not just Marty.
Marty went down the stairs just like mother had told him to, bought his ticket, and sat down on a bench. He had only ridden the subway by himself a few times before and was really excited about riding it today. There weren’t many people in the station, but he was pretty early. He didn’t want to miss it because then he wouldn’t know what to do. Marty just sat on his bench, watching as more and more people gathered as it came closer to the time the subway was supposed to come. Finally it came and he got on the train with everyone else. He went in, looked around for a minute and sat down.. A nice old lady was on one side of Marty and smiled at him. He smiled back politely just like his mother had taught him to do. On his other side was a man with blue hair. I wonder why he has blue hair? Most people do not have blue hair. Marty tried not to stare but it was fascinating, that someone would purposely make their hair blue, of all colors. He was reading a book and Marty leaned over to see what he was reading. I’m going to the bookstore, Marty remembered. Maybe Barbara can read to me today. He read some of the words in the book the man with the blue hair had and didn’t really understand them. Why do people read boring books?
Just as the doors were about to close a woman rushed onto the car, looking relieved that she had made it in time. Marty decided that she looked tired and a little stressed, and thought that he could let her sit in his chair. He wasn’t tired, and he liked to stand on the subway. His mother would be proud of him for doing such a nice thing for this lady. So he politely smiled at her, started to stand up, and told her to take his chair. No thanks, she said, I’ll just stand. A little puzzled, Marty moved away from his chair a little more. I want to offer my seat, and I’d be really happy if you sat in it, he said. Again the woman said no, I’d prefer to stand.
Marty didn’t know what to do, he was just trying to be nice, and this lady wouldn’t let him. He couldn’t just sit back down now, he had offered her his seat and he meant it. Shrugging his shoulders, he moved to the other side of the train and held onto the pole there. Maybe she would see that he wasn’t sitting there anyway and change her mind. I hope so! She looks so tired. He looked over and sure enough, she was still standing there. Marty didn’t understand why she was still standing, but his mother had taught him to mind his own business. The lady took something out of her bag and started to read it. At that Marty smiled. I’m going to the bookstore today, he thought, and Barbara’s going to read to me if she’s not too busy. Soon the train slowed to a stop and the doors opened. Marty remembered that his mother had told him to get off the first time the subway stopped and turn left. He did so, and noticed that the lady went the other way. He looked back at her, still wondering why she wouldn’t sit in his seat. The man with the blue hair was in front of him. He wanted to touch it, make sure it was real, but he was pretty sure his mother would tell him not to. Oh well, I’m still happy. I’m going to the bookstore today. Maybe, if Barbara isn’t too busy she’ll read to me.
So here's part 2 of 3 of my Subway story. They're really meant to be all read together, but I figured that it's too long for one entry. So if you haven't already, read part one first.
Marty whistled while he walked. He didn’t do it to tick people off, or to make them happy. There was no particular reason; often he wasn’t even aware he was doing it. But his mother had told him once to whistle to be happy and it had stuck with him. Not that he needed any reminders to be happy. Marty was always happy, it was just his nature. Today he was especially happy because he was going to the bookstore. The bookstore was a special treat, a place he only got to go to when he was good all week. There were many things Marty enjoyed about the bookstore. He liked Teri, the waitress, who always gave him hot chocolate with a straw. Then there was Barbara who would read books to him if she wasn’t too busy. That was his favorite part, and he tried to go when no one else would so she wouldn’t be too busy. His mother told him what time he should go so it wouldn’t be crowded there. If it’s crowded at the bookstore, Barbara will be more busy because she has to take care of the other people. It’s not that she doesn’t want to read books to me, but her job is to help everybody, not just Marty.
Marty went down the stairs just like mother had told him to, bought his ticket, and sat down on a bench. He had only ridden the subway by himself a few times before and was really excited about riding it today. There weren’t many people in the station, but he was pretty early. He didn’t want to miss it because then he wouldn’t know what to do. Marty just sat on his bench, watching as more and more people gathered as it came closer to the time the subway was supposed to come. Finally it came and he got on the train with everyone else. He went in, looked around for a minute and sat down.. A nice old lady was on one side of Marty and smiled at him. He smiled back politely just like his mother had taught him to do. On his other side was a man with blue hair. I wonder why he has blue hair? Most people do not have blue hair. Marty tried not to stare but it was fascinating, that someone would purposely make their hair blue, of all colors. He was reading a book and Marty leaned over to see what he was reading. I’m going to the bookstore, Marty remembered. Maybe Barbara can read to me today. He read some of the words in the book the man with the blue hair had and didn’t really understand them. Why do people read boring books?
Just as the doors were about to close a woman rushed onto the car, looking relieved that she had made it in time. Marty decided that she looked tired and a little stressed, and thought that he could let her sit in his chair. He wasn’t tired, and he liked to stand on the subway. His mother would be proud of him for doing such a nice thing for this lady. So he politely smiled at her, started to stand up, and told her to take his chair. No thanks, she said, I’ll just stand. A little puzzled, Marty moved away from his chair a little more. I want to offer my seat, and I’d be really happy if you sat in it, he said. Again the woman said no, I’d prefer to stand.
Marty didn’t know what to do, he was just trying to be nice, and this lady wouldn’t let him. He couldn’t just sit back down now, he had offered her his seat and he meant it. Shrugging his shoulders, he moved to the other side of the train and held onto the pole there. Maybe she would see that he wasn’t sitting there anyway and change her mind. I hope so! She looks so tired. He looked over and sure enough, she was still standing there. Marty didn’t understand why she was still standing, but his mother had taught him to mind his own business. The lady took something out of her bag and started to read it. At that Marty smiled. I’m going to the bookstore today, he thought, and Barbara’s going to read to me if she’s not too busy. Soon the train slowed to a stop and the doors opened. Marty remembered that his mother had told him to get off the first time the subway stopped and turn left. He did so, and noticed that the lady went the other way. He looked back at her, still wondering why she wouldn’t sit in his seat. The man with the blue hair was in front of him. He wanted to touch it, make sure it was real, but he was pretty sure his mother would tell him not to. Oh well, I’m still happy. I’m going to the bookstore today. Maybe, if Barbara isn’t too busy she’ll read to me.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's right folks, I'm excited. And here's why.
I know, he's not much to look at, but when this man sings, it's just amazing.
To be seconded only by when this man sings.
And when all ten of them sing, well, I couldn't be happier. Unless, of course, I am hearing them live and in person.
Which thing I will be doing in a short 37 days. Why they are not doing a concert anywhere in Denver is completly beyond me, but that's ok because I get to hang out with my cousins and their kids before the show, and my cousin Elaine is coming with us to the concert, so I'm excited about that. I seriously have been looking forward to this concert since they announced it way back in September or something like that. I'll look on their website every once in a while to see where they are on their tour (oh, wouldn't it be fabulous to be in (insert random little town somewhere in Germany) right now? If I were, I could see The Ten Tenors today!). I debated long and hard about whether or not I really needed to see their concert twice, but in the end decided against it, eating on a regular basis is probably a better thing to spend my money on. But, for those of you dwelling in Utah, they will be there March 8! I nearly went to that one- hey, I can visit my friends/siblings and see a great concert all at the same time. Alas.
As you can tell from the picture of my precious concert ticket, my camera is fully loaded nowadays (thanks, dad!). So that's good news, too.
Tip o' the day: Man, back to yesterday's tip, just go to bed! Jeeze, you're exhausted but instead of going to bed to get the much needed sleep you need (see, you can tell I'm tired, totally ridiculous sentence right there) you sit here wasting time for no apparent reason (obviously, if there was a reason, it wouldn't be considered "wasting", now would it). Especially when you know that the next opportunity for sleeping in will be next Saturday (Feb 2, unless something comes up that day too). Ok, ok, I get the point, I'm going to bed! Right now!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Driving queries
Why is it that the only people with dirty back windsheilds are those with back windsheild wipers? Have you ever noticed that? Sure, the middle is clean. But the edges are completely covered, you can't even see through them. Yet you look at everyone else's car, and you can see through their back windshields just fine. Why is that?
4 way stops. I think everyone has a love-hate relationship with 4 way stops. So here's my question. Are you allowed to go at the same time as the car across from you, even if you got there after the car adjacent to you? Example: you get to a 4 way intersection, and the car directly across from you is about to go. There are cars waiting on both sides of the street adjacent to you. But they can't go yet because it is the turn of the car across from you. So technically, it's stupid for you to just sit there while he goes, and then the other cars go, and then you go. But the rule says that whoever gets there first goes first, so you have to go last. But there's plenty of time for you to go before, and it doesn't interfere with the other folks at all. So are you allowed to go?
Seriously, I have faced this issue several times in the last month, and I never know- half the time I go, half the time I wait, or sometimes it's another car in the situation and I think they're so dumb for sitting there waiting just because they got there last, but shouldn't the rule be that first this side goes, and then that side? Am I making any senses? Any insight would be appreciated.
Tip o' the day: Don't go to bed at your usual time, and wake up 3 hours earlier 4 days in a row. When your fabulous 9+ hours of sleep a night are suddenly cut to 7 or less, it's just not a good situation. Not that I would know....
4 way stops. I think everyone has a love-hate relationship with 4 way stops. So here's my question. Are you allowed to go at the same time as the car across from you, even if you got there after the car adjacent to you? Example: you get to a 4 way intersection, and the car directly across from you is about to go. There are cars waiting on both sides of the street adjacent to you. But they can't go yet because it is the turn of the car across from you. So technically, it's stupid for you to just sit there while he goes, and then the other cars go, and then you go. But the rule says that whoever gets there first goes first, so you have to go last. But there's plenty of time for you to go before, and it doesn't interfere with the other folks at all. So are you allowed to go?
Seriously, I have faced this issue several times in the last month, and I never know- half the time I go, half the time I wait, or sometimes it's another car in the situation and I think they're so dumb for sitting there waiting just because they got there last, but shouldn't the rule be that first this side goes, and then that side? Am I making any senses? Any insight would be appreciated.
Tip o' the day: Don't go to bed at your usual time, and wake up 3 hours earlier 4 days in a row. When your fabulous 9+ hours of sleep a night are suddenly cut to 7 or less, it's just not a good situation. Not that I would know....
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
The elevator's still broken
So today I got to work and got on the elevator, along with another woman who works on my floor. The one that opened was on the left (which, as you'll recall, was broken the other day). The doors close I'm chatting with this other lady, and pretty soon we notice that we're only on the 3rd floor. About 10 seconds later the thing beeps and we're on the 4th floor. 10 seconds later it beeps again and we're on the 5th floor. Etc, etc. So it took a while, almost a minute I think, to get to the 8th floor. It's a weird sensation, being on an elevator that you think is moving, but you can't quite tell.
Tip o' the day: Comment on my blog.
Tip o' the day: Comment on my blog.
Friday, January 18, 2008
What, your finger is more powerful than mine?
So a funny thing happened when I got to work today. There are 2 elevators. The one on the right only goes up, and the one on the left goes up and down. So sometimes you push the up button and the system thinks it has to wait for the right elevator, but the little red light above the elevators says that the left one is on the 1st floor. So you push the down button and the left elevator opens. You with me so far?
So today I walk into the lobby, and right behind me is this lady. I push the up button and nothing happens, but the left elevator sign says it's on the 1st floor. So I push the down button. It does not light up, and the elevator remains closed. I say hmm, that's weird, push the button a few more times to no avail, and so figure it must be broken or being worked on or something, and commence waiting for the other one. Well this other woman had come up and stood right in front of the elevator on the left, like with her nose 6 inches from the door. So she looked confused, backed up a little, and then said well that's weird, it says it's on this floor. We stood there a couple seconds, and she then proceeded to start pushing the down button. I'm standing there thinking you've got to be kidding me. You just saw me push that button several times and nothing happened, what you think it'll magically open when you push the botton? Because I'm not versed in the art of proper button pushing? Well, of course, she pushes the down button several times and nothing happens. So most people would then assume as I did that the thing is broken and just be happy waiting another 5 seconds for the other elevator. Not this woman. She proceeded to stick her fingers in the little crack and try to manually open the elevator door. Who are you, Data? You think that you can pry the door open with your little fingers, and then the elevator will say oh yeah, I'm supposed to open when people push that button and then it's business as usual?
So the other one comes, we get on it, I push my floor and she just stands there. Now I know that this woman does not work on the same floor as I do as I've seen her around before, so I'm standing there thinking is she going to push the button for her floor? Or at least tell me which floor she needs so I can push the botton? I should have just let her ride up to the 8th floor, but I was nice and when it was about at 2, asked her which floor to which she responded 3 and I got it hit just barely in time for us to get there. She got off and I just shook my head. Some people.
Tip o' the day: Always make sure your heater is on before you leave work, so your office isn't like 50 degrees when you get there the next day.
So today I walk into the lobby, and right behind me is this lady. I push the up button and nothing happens, but the left elevator sign says it's on the 1st floor. So I push the down button. It does not light up, and the elevator remains closed. I say hmm, that's weird, push the button a few more times to no avail, and so figure it must be broken or being worked on or something, and commence waiting for the other one. Well this other woman had come up and stood right in front of the elevator on the left, like with her nose 6 inches from the door. So she looked confused, backed up a little, and then said well that's weird, it says it's on this floor. We stood there a couple seconds, and she then proceeded to start pushing the down button. I'm standing there thinking you've got to be kidding me. You just saw me push that button several times and nothing happened, what you think it'll magically open when you push the botton? Because I'm not versed in the art of proper button pushing? Well, of course, she pushes the down button several times and nothing happens. So most people would then assume as I did that the thing is broken and just be happy waiting another 5 seconds for the other elevator. Not this woman. She proceeded to stick her fingers in the little crack and try to manually open the elevator door. Who are you, Data? You think that you can pry the door open with your little fingers, and then the elevator will say oh yeah, I'm supposed to open when people push that button and then it's business as usual?
So the other one comes, we get on it, I push my floor and she just stands there. Now I know that this woman does not work on the same floor as I do as I've seen her around before, so I'm standing there thinking is she going to push the button for her floor? Or at least tell me which floor she needs so I can push the botton? I should have just let her ride up to the 8th floor, but I was nice and when it was about at 2, asked her which floor to which she responded 3 and I got it hit just barely in time for us to get there. She got off and I just shook my head. Some people.
Tip o' the day: Always make sure your heater is on before you leave work, so your office isn't like 50 degrees when you get there the next day.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
The Subway: Part 1
Melinda hurried out the door still putting papers into her bag. How did this always happen? Every morning she seemed to go through this rush, off to the subway barely in time and barely on time to work. Not today, she had said. Today is going to be different. Sighing, she pushed the elevator button one more time. Ok, well, maybe tomorrow.
Once outside the building she remembered all the things that she had forgotten, but it was too late now. Nothing too important. Hurrying through the crowd of people on the sidewalk, Melinda mentally went through all the things that she had to do that day. Sharply at 9 was the meeting with her boss that she couldn’t miss, and then was her presentation for her new project. Lunch was with her new coworkers, who would have a great influence on future promotions, followed by an appointment with a potential new client. The afternoon would be spent working on the many kinks the boss was sure to find in her project and planning her new presentation, which would be sooner than she could possibly be ready for. Invariably someone would come up with a new crisis that she had to fix which would keep her at work until 7 or 8 at least.
Melinda ran down the stairs, glancing at her watch. If she was lucky she would catch the subway and be semi on time to work. She saw with relief that the train had just gotten there and people were still loading and unloading. The doors closed right behind her as she jumped onto the train. A man stood up and offered her his seat. No thanks, she said, I’ll just stand. He smiled and said that he wanted to offer her his seat and he would be really happy if she would sit in it. Again Melinda declined and said she preferred to stand. A man with a twitch on the other side of the car gave her a look and then smiled; he was missing a few teeth. Melinda tried to smile back at him and look cheerful with little success. The man who had offered his seat had stood up even though she declined his offer and was now standing in a corner. She looked at him, contemplating the situation. That is a perfectly good seat right there, and if he’s not going to sit in it somebody should. But I told him I didn’t want it, how can I just go and sit in his seat now? That would be ridiculous. Besides, do I really want to sit in that seat? She turned her attention over to the people sitting in the seats next to it. On one side was an elderly looking lady, someone’s grandma. She looked nice enough. The guy on the other side though, he was questionable. It wasn’t just the way he seemed to be mumbling to himself. It was more the bright blue hair that intimidated her. He was reading a book and seemed to be completely engrossed in it. She looked at him, wondering if he was really reading his book or was just waiting for the perfect time to strike. The thought of the old lady sitting right there near this psycho sent chills up Melinda’s spine and suddenly she wished very badly to be somewhere else. The man with a twitch was still watching her, and the other man who had given up his seat seemed quite perturbed to see her still standing. Pretending not to notice these things, Melinda took a notebook out of her bag and began perusing her notes for her presentation later that day. She soon realized that she wasn’t really reading any of the words and immediately thought of the man with the blue hair doing the same thing. Quickly she glanced up at him to see that nothing had changed; he was still apparently engrossed in the book. Melinda gulped. She was apparently engrossed in her notebook yet not a word of it was reaching her brain. Oh how I want to be off this train! I would even be late for work to be off this train!
She noticed that the subway was slowing down and she wondered where they were. She looked at her watch and was shocked to discover that she had been riding for her full 7 minutes. They were now approaching her stop and her dream of getting off would be a reality. Melinda stepped off the train and said a quiet thank you when the man with blue hair went in the opposite direction as she did.
Once outside the building she remembered all the things that she had forgotten, but it was too late now. Nothing too important. Hurrying through the crowd of people on the sidewalk, Melinda mentally went through all the things that she had to do that day. Sharply at 9 was the meeting with her boss that she couldn’t miss, and then was her presentation for her new project. Lunch was with her new coworkers, who would have a great influence on future promotions, followed by an appointment with a potential new client. The afternoon would be spent working on the many kinks the boss was sure to find in her project and planning her new presentation, which would be sooner than she could possibly be ready for. Invariably someone would come up with a new crisis that she had to fix which would keep her at work until 7 or 8 at least.
Melinda ran down the stairs, glancing at her watch. If she was lucky she would catch the subway and be semi on time to work. She saw with relief that the train had just gotten there and people were still loading and unloading. The doors closed right behind her as she jumped onto the train. A man stood up and offered her his seat. No thanks, she said, I’ll just stand. He smiled and said that he wanted to offer her his seat and he would be really happy if she would sit in it. Again Melinda declined and said she preferred to stand. A man with a twitch on the other side of the car gave her a look and then smiled; he was missing a few teeth. Melinda tried to smile back at him and look cheerful with little success. The man who had offered his seat had stood up even though she declined his offer and was now standing in a corner. She looked at him, contemplating the situation. That is a perfectly good seat right there, and if he’s not going to sit in it somebody should. But I told him I didn’t want it, how can I just go and sit in his seat now? That would be ridiculous. Besides, do I really want to sit in that seat? She turned her attention over to the people sitting in the seats next to it. On one side was an elderly looking lady, someone’s grandma. She looked nice enough. The guy on the other side though, he was questionable. It wasn’t just the way he seemed to be mumbling to himself. It was more the bright blue hair that intimidated her. He was reading a book and seemed to be completely engrossed in it. She looked at him, wondering if he was really reading his book or was just waiting for the perfect time to strike. The thought of the old lady sitting right there near this psycho sent chills up Melinda’s spine and suddenly she wished very badly to be somewhere else. The man with a twitch was still watching her, and the other man who had given up his seat seemed quite perturbed to see her still standing. Pretending not to notice these things, Melinda took a notebook out of her bag and began perusing her notes for her presentation later that day. She soon realized that she wasn’t really reading any of the words and immediately thought of the man with the blue hair doing the same thing. Quickly she glanced up at him to see that nothing had changed; he was still apparently engrossed in the book. Melinda gulped. She was apparently engrossed in her notebook yet not a word of it was reaching her brain. Oh how I want to be off this train! I would even be late for work to be off this train!
She noticed that the subway was slowing down and she wondered where they were. She looked at her watch and was shocked to discover that she had been riding for her full 7 minutes. They were now approaching her stop and her dream of getting off would be a reality. Melinda stepped off the train and said a quiet thank you when the man with blue hair went in the opposite direction as she did.
PS So as Laura obviously found too easy, and nobody else seems to care, the quote for last week, "Stay on target, stay on target" was from Star Wars. Of course. This week's quote nobody but maybe Julie will know, and even then the only reason I know it is because I was watching this show last week and I just thought this quote was so funny. From a Star Trek:TNG episode. You don't care about the details. But it's a funny quote.
Monday, January 14, 2008
26 and counting...
So in honor of me turning 26, and because I really like lists, here, my friends, are 26 of my favorite movies, books, TV shows and songs in no particular order.
1. Pride & Prejudice- the book, although I did see the BBC version finally and enjoyed it, the book is top notch.
2. Star Wars- the originals, of course
3. Return to Me - one of the most predictable movies ever made, and yet I still love it and watch it over and over again.
4. James Bond - I like all of them, really, but have a special place for Sean Connery and Peirce Brosnan. I did like the new guy too, Daniel Craig.
5. Remington Steele - continuing on the Pierce Brosnan theme, I really like Remington Steele.
6. Harry Potter - really, what list is complete without mention of good ole Harry?
7. Star Trek - I am particularly attached to Star Trek: Voyager, but really love all things Star Trek with the possible exception of the originals. Mock me if you will.
8. Twilight series - Yes, yes, it's a hokey love story involving a 17 year old girl and a 100 year old vampire. Your point is.....
9. Slipper and the Rose - If you haven't seen this movie, you really should. A Cinderella movie, with a couple of twists and some pretty funny lines. "Make sure she has teeth! He has an obsession with them having teeth!"
10. Ever After - More on the Cinderella theme. Classic.
11. To Say Nothing of the Dog - by Connie Willis, a great book, loosely based on Three Men In a Boat, to say Nothing of the Dog by Jerome K Jerome. Highly recommend both. Great for a laugh.
12. Les Choriste - Song by The Ten Tenors I can listen to over and over and over again...and have. I'd include a sound clip if I knew how to do that...
13. Thumbelina - I can't quite figure out why I love this movie so much, but it's great!
14. Bringing up Baby - Oh man, seriously one of the funniest movies ever made. Cary Grant is my hero!
15. Leave it to Psmith - by PG Wodehouse. Laughed on almost every single page.
16. Hairspray - This movie I think is fantastic, every time I watch it I'm sad when it's over.
17. The Wizard and I - Ok, so here I could just put anything from Wicked, but if I could only listen to one song, it would probably be this one.
18. Goose Girl (and following 2 books) - by Shannon Hale- fun fairy tale books
19. Casablanca - "Here's looking at you, kid."
20. Home Improvement - I've seen every episode at least 3 times (with the exception of the last season, I kind of missed those). Funny every time.
21. I was a Male War Bride - another classic from Cary Grant, he is so funny!
22. David Copperfield - no, not the magician, the book by Charles Dickens.
23. Smallville - Do the plot lines get more and more ridiculous with each season? Yes, yes they do. But I still like it.
24. Superman Returns - Speaking of Smallville...."I think those are coordinates, chief."
25. Spiderman - Might as well continue with the superhero theme here. "Hi. This is really heavy."
26. Cast in Stone - Song by The Ten Tenors. I love the whole CD but this song is my favorite at the moment...
Tip o' the day: This morning I got to work, parked my car, and then sat in it for a couple minutes so I could hear the end of the song on the radio. I was parked in front of this duplex type place. As I'm about to get out of the car, this guy walks out of the door of this duplex- wearing no shirt, the biggest beer belly I've seen in a while, several tatoos, talking on a cell phone (and I'm seeing him smoking too, but that's probably not true...). I said to myself man, I didn't need to see that. So, although most of my readers I believe are female, my tip for today is if you don't want to see it, neither does anybody else. Keep your shirt on.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
The end is in sight!
So I've been working on this quilt off and on for the last year or so, and finally it looks like something now, and the tying party is Friday. Wahoo! I'm pretty excited to slap this sucker on my bed and admire it's greatness every day. In case you were wondering, there are 1,184 pieces of material that I had to cut out and sew together to get it to look like this. First, I cut out all 1,184 pieces (2 different sizes, 2 different materials, making four piles). Then I sewed 592 pieces to the other 592. That is what took the most time, because they are curves and turns out it's really hard to sew curves. Then it was just a matter of sewing 16 pieces together to make a square, 37 squares, sew the squares together and voila! You get this cool design that only looks that way when you put it together, just looking at one square you'd have no idea that it would do what it does. I'll try to post another picture when it's all the way done, but it shouldn't look too much different.
PS Did anyone guess my movie quote of the week (top right corner)? It's kind of obscure I guess, probably the only people who would know what it's from are my siblings and Julie....look for a new one tomorrow!
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Heaven forbid they lose interest!
So I listen to the radio online most days. For some reason they can't play regular local commercials online, so you get a whole lot of public service ads, most of which are just ridiculous. A couple that really get me.
The first one is partly from the Girl Scouts. A little girl is singing a lullaby to the baby, and is singing all about how sleep works and REM dreams, etc. etc. Kind of a funny song, that part's fine. And then comes the voice over:
The second one is from Faith Hill. She says that kids should be involved in learning some sort of instrument, it will teach them all sorts of valuable skills that will help them in other areas of their lives, etc. Well, of course being into music I totally agree with that. Again, the last line of the ad is what gets me:
Anyway, just a couple of thoughts for the day.
The first one is partly from the Girl Scouts. A little girl is singing a lullaby to the baby, and is singing all about how sleep works and REM dreams, etc. etc. Kind of a funny song, that part's fine. And then comes the voice over:
A lot of girls lose interest in science by middle school, so it's up to theirHere's what gets me. If they've "lost interest", whose dream is it that you're keeping alive? I mean, ok, if they've lost interest to more trendy things, but really wish that they could keep doing the science thing, I can see that. So teach them about doing what you like and want to do, even if it isn't cool. But seriously, you have to keep alive every dream that a kid has when they're 7? Every 7 year old wants to be an astronaut. So when they are in middle school and lost interest in that dream for, say, math, that should be discouraged? Yes, you want to encourage young girls to have ambition and follow their dreams, but if they lose interest in their original dream and move onto something else, what's wrong with that?
parents to keep their dreams alive.
The second one is from Faith Hill. She says that kids should be involved in learning some sort of instrument, it will teach them all sorts of valuable skills that will help them in other areas of their lives, etc. Well, of course being into music I totally agree with that. Again, the last line of the ad is what gets me:
And remember, your kids all have an instrument that is free and soundsOk, so technically that's true. And I do think you should encourage kids to do what they enjoy. But here's the thing. Not everyone is good at everything. Yes, your kids all have a free voice, but I'm sorry, they don't all sound great. Some people just can't sing. There's nothing wrong with that, it's just the way it is. If everyone was good at everything, that would be pointless.
great: their voice.
Anyway, just a couple of thoughts for the day.
Yay for Wednesdays!
Chorale starts again today. Hooray! I really just don't know what to do with myself when chorale takes break. Apparently we're starting music for Easter concerts, which we've never done since I've been singing with the chorale. Pretty exciting stuff.
Tip o' the Day: There's an old adage "If at first you don't succeed, try try again." I disagree. It should say "If at first you don't succeed, find out what you're doing wrong before reattempting." For example, if you put tapioca in your jello salad and it turns into a cement mix type substance, don't just go buy more ingredients and do the same thing again. Call somebody first and discover that you indeed need tapioca pudding, not just tapioca.
Tip o' the Day: There's an old adage "If at first you don't succeed, try try again." I disagree. It should say "If at first you don't succeed, find out what you're doing wrong before reattempting." For example, if you put tapioca in your jello salad and it turns into a cement mix type substance, don't just go buy more ingredients and do the same thing again. Call somebody first and discover that you indeed need tapioca pudding, not just tapioca.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Fast Food Adventures
So the other day I went to get some fast food. I hate getting pop at a fast food place. I drink like a quarter of it maybe, and then either give it away, throw it out, or let it sit forever going completely gross and then throw it out. I'm just not a pop drinker. But on this particular day I didn't feel like going through the whole thing of telling the person behind the counter that I don't want the drink, and then getting the blank why-in-the-world-would-you-not-want-the-drink look, whereupon they inform me that the ridiculously priced drink is included in the price of my combo, and if I don't get the drink then the sandwich and fries are actually more...tell me how that makes sense.
Anyway so I got the drink, and I had a drink for somebody else too, so I got one of those cardboard cup holder things to put them in. So I'm holding those in one hand, and my bag of food in the other hand. Open my car and put the drinks on top, throw in my bag and start the car. I then got out to get the drinks. Well a hole was already developing in this high quality cardboard holder thing, and drink #1 went sailing out of my hand, landing top down on the pavement, splashing my pants, shoes, and car on it's way down. I groaned, assessed the damage and decided it wasn't too bad, and I didn't really want the drink anyway (it was a red punch sort of concoction). Went to get drink #2 and it inexplicably sailed out my grip as well, landing itself right on the driver's seat of my car (which, for easy clean up convenience, is leather- the one upside to this story). Drink #2 happened to be a milkshake. SIGH. Did I mention that it was like 5 degrees outside and very windy?
So now my car door sticks a little every time I open it. Go figure.
Tip o' the day: Just use the drive thru.
Anyway so I got the drink, and I had a drink for somebody else too, so I got one of those cardboard cup holder things to put them in. So I'm holding those in one hand, and my bag of food in the other hand. Open my car and put the drinks on top, throw in my bag and start the car. I then got out to get the drinks. Well a hole was already developing in this high quality cardboard holder thing, and drink #1 went sailing out of my hand, landing top down on the pavement, splashing my pants, shoes, and car on it's way down. I groaned, assessed the damage and decided it wasn't too bad, and I didn't really want the drink anyway (it was a red punch sort of concoction). Went to get drink #2 and it inexplicably sailed out my grip as well, landing itself right on the driver's seat of my car (which, for easy clean up convenience, is leather- the one upside to this story). Drink #2 happened to be a milkshake. SIGH. Did I mention that it was like 5 degrees outside and very windy?
So now my car door sticks a little every time I open it. Go figure.
Tip o' the day: Just use the drive thru.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Bob the Ant
Welcome to the story of the week! It is my intention to have a new story, or piece of a story, every week for your entertainment pleasure. These first few weeks I'm going to cheat a bit and put up stories that I wrote a while ago. This one I wrote a few years ago while sitting on my parent's front lawn, watching my mom sprinkle ant killer all over the driveway and front steps.
Bob the ant was having a bad day. He had gotten up early, as usual and could sense that something was awry, but didn’t think too much of it. He emerged from his hill to begin gathering scraps for breakfast. As soon as he came out he heard a horrendous sound. He looked up just in time to see a huge black boulder with spikes rolling towards him. He started to run away, but the boulder was too quick: he was going to be smushed. Fortunately, there were many little grooves in the boulder and he escaped unsmushed. Right behind it was another one but he was able to get away before it hit. Shaking a bit from the shock, Bob went on. The previous day he had found a landmine of food. Although he had gathered as much as he could and had enlisted the help of nearly everyone he knew, there had still been a lot there by the time he decided to call it a day. Soon his friends were joining him outside of his hill, talking excitedly about the boulder that had just passed by, asking Bob to tell them again and again how exactly he escaped. Some didn’t seem too impressed: they had heard a similar story hundreds of times, from hundreds of different ants. Bob himself had heard stories, but before he had never believed them. It was a long journey to the food, but that didn’t dampen their spirits any. Bob got more and more excited as he passed landmarks that he remembered from the day before. Finally, they were there- he knew it was the same place. When they got to the spot, however, there was nothing there. The ants were outraged, and scurried around for a bit, thinking that perhaps they had misjudged and were actually at the wrong spot. Finally, they decided that a bird must have taken their food and sadly turned around to go looking somewhere else.
As they slowly made their travel back toward home, Bob noticed that there was a great commotion going on in the front of the caravan. Curiously he ran up ahead to see what was going on. He was horrified by what he saw. Hundreds upon thousands of ants were laying around dead. Half of them were so disfigured that one could not even tell that they were ants anymore. Bob frantically looked for someone he knew among them, but it was no use. He wouldn’t be able to tell even if his whole family were there. Many of the ants set out to help take care of the dead. Others decided that they might as well collect the food the ants had left behind: no need letting it go to waste. Still others were outraged at this monstrosity, and commenced arguing over what could have happened to them, and demanding immediate action. Bob gathered up as much food as he could and slowly made his way home. There was no one there- he expected that. In fact, the whole hill seemed to be deserted. Feeling more horrible than he could ever remember, he ate some of the food he had gathered from the horrific scene and went to sleep- never to awake again.
Tip O' the Day: Make your hot chocolate really hot and then put a scoop of vanilla ice cream in it. Yum!
Bob the ant was having a bad day. He had gotten up early, as usual and could sense that something was awry, but didn’t think too much of it. He emerged from his hill to begin gathering scraps for breakfast. As soon as he came out he heard a horrendous sound. He looked up just in time to see a huge black boulder with spikes rolling towards him. He started to run away, but the boulder was too quick: he was going to be smushed. Fortunately, there were many little grooves in the boulder and he escaped unsmushed. Right behind it was another one but he was able to get away before it hit. Shaking a bit from the shock, Bob went on. The previous day he had found a landmine of food. Although he had gathered as much as he could and had enlisted the help of nearly everyone he knew, there had still been a lot there by the time he decided to call it a day. Soon his friends were joining him outside of his hill, talking excitedly about the boulder that had just passed by, asking Bob to tell them again and again how exactly he escaped. Some didn’t seem too impressed: they had heard a similar story hundreds of times, from hundreds of different ants. Bob himself had heard stories, but before he had never believed them. It was a long journey to the food, but that didn’t dampen their spirits any. Bob got more and more excited as he passed landmarks that he remembered from the day before. Finally, they were there- he knew it was the same place. When they got to the spot, however, there was nothing there. The ants were outraged, and scurried around for a bit, thinking that perhaps they had misjudged and were actually at the wrong spot. Finally, they decided that a bird must have taken their food and sadly turned around to go looking somewhere else.
As they slowly made their travel back toward home, Bob noticed that there was a great commotion going on in the front of the caravan. Curiously he ran up ahead to see what was going on. He was horrified by what he saw. Hundreds upon thousands of ants were laying around dead. Half of them were so disfigured that one could not even tell that they were ants anymore. Bob frantically looked for someone he knew among them, but it was no use. He wouldn’t be able to tell even if his whole family were there. Many of the ants set out to help take care of the dead. Others decided that they might as well collect the food the ants had left behind: no need letting it go to waste. Still others were outraged at this monstrosity, and commenced arguing over what could have happened to them, and demanding immediate action. Bob gathered up as much food as he could and slowly made his way home. There was no one there- he expected that. In fact, the whole hill seemed to be deserted. Feeling more horrible than he could ever remember, he ate some of the food he had gathered from the horrific scene and went to sleep- never to awake again.
Tip O' the Day: Make your hot chocolate really hot and then put a scoop of vanilla ice cream in it. Yum!
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Day One
Ok, so I'm not really a genius. But I do ramble on occasion. So I decided to join the rest of the world and start a blog about it. Look for new exciting features to be rolled out in the coming weeks, and maybe even pictures, if I ever buy a new card for my camera.
Tip 'O the Day: Don't put toast in the microwave. Yes it will melt the butter. It will also turn your nicely toasted bread into a big crouton.
Tip 'O the Day: Don't put toast in the microwave. Yes it will melt the butter. It will also turn your nicely toasted bread into a big crouton.
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