i'm pooped.
i have been playing a little hard the last few days. and i think it might be catching up to me. i am getting old.
gack.
so i am going to see damien rice in MPLS tomorrow night. i can't wait.
should be a great show. only $15. i remember when other bands i really like used to only charge $15 for a show.
good times.
that is really all i have today.
really short, but just not feeling too social.
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
Friday, September 19, 2003
thanks tom for the time waster
check it out.
www.homestarrrunner.com
my dear friend tom, also known in some circles as my future sugar daddy or the "default", oops, that is me...sent me this link.
now thomas p is in graduate school preparing for a life of fuel cells and all sorts of engineering fun. so he sends this link to myself and a few other like-minded friends with the note of "something to do when you are bored at work"
now, i adore tom. he is brillant and works really hard at what he does. however, when i chatted him yesterday he had just gotten up. this was about, oh...11 am ish.
so i can't feel too bad for him.
so i check out this website.
i laughed so hard i almost peed myself.
now here is the kicker. checking out crazy flash sites at work is about as frowned upon as blogging at work...seems i have no problem with either.
but i have this loud, deep laugh. so the guys around me are fairly sure i am losing it as i am watching some of the shorts on the site.
yeah, not cool.
because me being me, can't just watch one and go back to work, oh nooooo...
i have to watch like 10 of them.
have i ever mentioned that addictive personality of mine?
but, check it out. good stuff. worth a laugh or two and will make the day move a little faster when the motivation is lacking.
so i met with this woman about job possibilitites in other cities.
it is a consulting company, so i would be back to that gig. which i have no problem with.
but as of today, the only place that she could move me within the next 6 months would be minneapolis.
now, i have nothing against MPLS. i always have a good time there. but i really wanted coastal and i have never been there and had the "cool city, i could live here vibe". of course, i currently live in des moines.
so there is all the perspective i really need. but if i am going to move, i want it to be somewhere i really want to be.
and winters are colder there than they are here.
so that is that.
www.homestarrrunner.com
my dear friend tom, also known in some circles as my future sugar daddy or the "default", oops, that is me...sent me this link.
now thomas p is in graduate school preparing for a life of fuel cells and all sorts of engineering fun. so he sends this link to myself and a few other like-minded friends with the note of "something to do when you are bored at work"
now, i adore tom. he is brillant and works really hard at what he does. however, when i chatted him yesterday he had just gotten up. this was about, oh...11 am ish.
so i can't feel too bad for him.
so i check out this website.
i laughed so hard i almost peed myself.
now here is the kicker. checking out crazy flash sites at work is about as frowned upon as blogging at work...seems i have no problem with either.
but i have this loud, deep laugh. so the guys around me are fairly sure i am losing it as i am watching some of the shorts on the site.
yeah, not cool.
because me being me, can't just watch one and go back to work, oh nooooo...
i have to watch like 10 of them.
have i ever mentioned that addictive personality of mine?
but, check it out. good stuff. worth a laugh or two and will make the day move a little faster when the motivation is lacking.
so i met with this woman about job possibilitites in other cities.
it is a consulting company, so i would be back to that gig. which i have no problem with.
but as of today, the only place that she could move me within the next 6 months would be minneapolis.
now, i have nothing against MPLS. i always have a good time there. but i really wanted coastal and i have never been there and had the "cool city, i could live here vibe". of course, i currently live in des moines.
so there is all the perspective i really need. but if i am going to move, i want it to be somewhere i really want to be.
and winters are colder there than they are here.
so that is that.
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
it's official, my family is insane
i spent the weekend with the family, minus one of my sisters who could not make it.
it was block party time on daisy street.
allow me to explain.
once a year, the block that my parents live on throw a "block party". as our house is located in the middle of the block, the majority of the party action takes place on our drive way.
my parents and a core group of neighbors have been doing this for something like 17 years.
as the kids of the neighborhood have gotten older, the craziness seems to mulitply.
so they get a keg of beer and we still end up making a $150 alcohol run so i can make margarita's, long islands, tom collins and of course, red-headed sluts. That is of course the shot, not my $19.99 two day course...
then my mother turns on the rap cd's and the dancing starts.
i am not making this up. friends of kids on the block come with them and are in shock and awe for a good twenty mintues watching my mother's rendention of "back that ass up" while my father oogles her. and she knows the words.
and they say the american family is dead.
hah.
come on down to daisy street and we can prove otherwise.
as my neighbor said, and this is one of the kids i used to babysit, with tom collins in hand, "how many people do you know that would bring friends home to drink with their parents on the drive way?"
this steven, is a good point.
not many.
it was also my brothers triumphant return from basic training. he gets a few weeks off before shiping off to germany in preparation for iraq.
looks good. kid is a solid as they come. his waist is smaller than mine, which is not that impressive of a stat, but still. they beat some respect into him, which i think he needed and my father got almost teary-eyed telling us all about how proud of him he is, etc. patrick is one of those kids that everyone deemed a "troublemaker" so completing something like this and doing well is sorta like a big "i told you so". he will do great. i have total confidence in him. i can honestly say i am none too excitied about the iraq thing, but this is the choice he made. i just hope our beloved president pulls his head out of his ass before patrick ships out.
not too likely, but worth throwing it out there.
also spent some time with my sister courtney while i was there. hung out in the big city of KC and well, the end result was very similar to a night in Des Moines, had a few beers, got hit on by creepy 50 year olds and a midget or two and that was a wrap.
had a great time with the girls though. as long as we continue to make ourselves laugh, we will never have a bad time. plus the bartenders at the last bar we went to, loved us. we were highly entertaining enough for them to buy a few shots and a drink or two. always a good way to end a night.
and so wraps the big weekend at home.
clear your calendars for this time next year, the planning sessions for the next party are already scheduled. i will keep you posted as to when.
it was block party time on daisy street.
allow me to explain.
once a year, the block that my parents live on throw a "block party". as our house is located in the middle of the block, the majority of the party action takes place on our drive way.
my parents and a core group of neighbors have been doing this for something like 17 years.
as the kids of the neighborhood have gotten older, the craziness seems to mulitply.
so they get a keg of beer and we still end up making a $150 alcohol run so i can make margarita's, long islands, tom collins and of course, red-headed sluts. That is of course the shot, not my $19.99 two day course...
then my mother turns on the rap cd's and the dancing starts.
i am not making this up. friends of kids on the block come with them and are in shock and awe for a good twenty mintues watching my mother's rendention of "back that ass up" while my father oogles her. and she knows the words.
and they say the american family is dead.
hah.
come on down to daisy street and we can prove otherwise.
as my neighbor said, and this is one of the kids i used to babysit, with tom collins in hand, "how many people do you know that would bring friends home to drink with their parents on the drive way?"
this steven, is a good point.
not many.
it was also my brothers triumphant return from basic training. he gets a few weeks off before shiping off to germany in preparation for iraq.
looks good. kid is a solid as they come. his waist is smaller than mine, which is not that impressive of a stat, but still. they beat some respect into him, which i think he needed and my father got almost teary-eyed telling us all about how proud of him he is, etc. patrick is one of those kids that everyone deemed a "troublemaker" so completing something like this and doing well is sorta like a big "i told you so". he will do great. i have total confidence in him. i can honestly say i am none too excitied about the iraq thing, but this is the choice he made. i just hope our beloved president pulls his head out of his ass before patrick ships out.
not too likely, but worth throwing it out there.
also spent some time with my sister courtney while i was there. hung out in the big city of KC and well, the end result was very similar to a night in Des Moines, had a few beers, got hit on by creepy 50 year olds and a midget or two and that was a wrap.
had a great time with the girls though. as long as we continue to make ourselves laugh, we will never have a bad time. plus the bartenders at the last bar we went to, loved us. we were highly entertaining enough for them to buy a few shots and a drink or two. always a good way to end a night.
and so wraps the big weekend at home.
clear your calendars for this time next year, the planning sessions for the next party are already scheduled. i will keep you posted as to when.
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
pants-optional wednesday
so i have this pair of black pants that i wear
a lot.
actually, i have several pairs of black pants that i wear a lot.
in reality i just wear a lot of black.
but i digress.
i have cats. yes, that is plural and i do fully understand the reprecussions of mulitiple cat ownership as a single woman. the path towards spinster-hood and that "crazy-cat lady" name is getting clearer and clearer everyday.
but due to the aforementioned black-ness of my wardrobe and the frisky felines carousing my house, my black pants that i have on today are COVERED in cat hair.
but not for lack of trying and that is where my frustration kicks in...
here is a brief summary of my average cat-hair repelling activites:
-swiffer when i get home. i have hardwood floors and go through those things like nobody's business.
-the lint remover. one in the bathroom right after i get dressed, one more time as i am feeding the little psychos before i leave and again when i get to the office. i should own stock in the company. and yes, that is with 3 seperate rollers.
-i keep blankets on my couch where naps are most likely to happen. i clean them once a week.
-2-3 times a week i take the little monsters out on the porch (where they proceed to freak out) and brush them. in the winter, i do it inside.
so keeping all this in mind, i still have pants that are covered in cat hair.
this leads me to the following revalation: i should either shave my cats, stop wearing so much black or simply accept it and move on.
i am going to try for dealing with it and moving the hell on.
i would also like to report that i left my motivation somewhere in the sub-flooring of my house today. i think it might have something to do with the fact that i have a dentist appt. this afternoon.
cavity fill.
2 of them
at the same time.
this would be the anti-hotness.
i am not sure which part i love better..
the feeling that my lower jaw is 5 times its normal size even though i can't technically feel anything due to the novacain
or the pounding headache that i will have for the rest of the evening courtesy of the drill that will be shoved into my mouth.
how is a girl to choose?
i applied for a job in london.
super long shot that anything will come of it, but what the hell? might was well see what happens.
anything for the off chance to get out of des moines. this is the one thing that i am not sure about. in all the job listings for the UK they either have an annual salary...or just Ł300. now, is that 300 a week? every two weeks? a month? what gives? not that all of them have a set salary of Ł300, that of course varies. my concern is how often you get that money. i am not that money hungry, but these are things that are helpful to know.
i will keep everyone posted as to my working oversees progress.
not holding my breath.
a lot.
actually, i have several pairs of black pants that i wear a lot.
in reality i just wear a lot of black.
but i digress.
i have cats. yes, that is plural and i do fully understand the reprecussions of mulitiple cat ownership as a single woman. the path towards spinster-hood and that "crazy-cat lady" name is getting clearer and clearer everyday.
but due to the aforementioned black-ness of my wardrobe and the frisky felines carousing my house, my black pants that i have on today are COVERED in cat hair.
but not for lack of trying and that is where my frustration kicks in...
here is a brief summary of my average cat-hair repelling activites:
-swiffer when i get home. i have hardwood floors and go through those things like nobody's business.
-the lint remover. one in the bathroom right after i get dressed, one more time as i am feeding the little psychos before i leave and again when i get to the office. i should own stock in the company. and yes, that is with 3 seperate rollers.
-i keep blankets on my couch where naps are most likely to happen. i clean them once a week.
-2-3 times a week i take the little monsters out on the porch (where they proceed to freak out) and brush them. in the winter, i do it inside.
so keeping all this in mind, i still have pants that are covered in cat hair.
this leads me to the following revalation: i should either shave my cats, stop wearing so much black or simply accept it and move on.
i am going to try for dealing with it and moving the hell on.
i would also like to report that i left my motivation somewhere in the sub-flooring of my house today. i think it might have something to do with the fact that i have a dentist appt. this afternoon.
cavity fill.
2 of them
at the same time.
this would be the anti-hotness.
i am not sure which part i love better..
the feeling that my lower jaw is 5 times its normal size even though i can't technically feel anything due to the novacain
or the pounding headache that i will have for the rest of the evening courtesy of the drill that will be shoved into my mouth.
how is a girl to choose?
i applied for a job in london.
super long shot that anything will come of it, but what the hell? might was well see what happens.
anything for the off chance to get out of des moines. this is the one thing that i am not sure about. in all the job listings for the UK they either have an annual salary...or just Ł300. now, is that 300 a week? every two weeks? a month? what gives? not that all of them have a set salary of Ł300, that of course varies. my concern is how often you get that money. i am not that money hungry, but these are things that are helpful to know.
i will keep everyone posted as to my working oversees progress.
not holding my breath.
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