Okay before i seriously start blogging the weekend, I need to have a freak out about money...
The wildcard bills that I get are my car insurance bills and disability insurance bills, because they're always over $500 and i get them every 3 or 4 months or so....but between the two of them, i never know when they're coming in...that's just more anxiety than I can handle for now.
Anyway my car insurance bill came in, and I'm setting up an appointment with another lawyer for our wills and all that (Yeah i know i can do all tha tmyself but right now, i just don't have the motivation to get all the stuff from nolo.com and i figure, this is a one time expense so i might as well just get it over with)...
So that's around $1500 this month, if not $2500, just for those two payments, and if you include my property tax payment of over $5000, we're looking at $6500 to $7500 in one month and um yeah that makes me want to projectile vomit.
Thank GOD life insurance is relatively cheap.
Kraig's going to kill me for posting this convo:
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:18:46 PM): I want us to meet with a lawyer for wills, advanced medical care directives, etc...what day next week after work works for you (and you can get out earliest?)
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:19:10 PM): or actually, can you meet on the 22nd with him or do you have DnD
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:19:23 PM): 22nd is what day?
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:19:33 PM): sat
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:19:37 PM): next sat
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:19:54 PM): yes I think we moved it to sat afternoon
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:19:59 PM): so if we wanted to go sat morningthat would be fine
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:26:45 PM): are you free this saturday morning to meet with the lawyer?
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:26:58 PM): yes
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:26:58 PM): I believe so
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:27:17 PM): how much is this going to cost us?
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:27:19 PM): okay i'll scope it out with the lawyer, it depends if nicole T is coming down this weekend or not, otherwise it'll be the 22nd.
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:27:31 PM): Cost...between 1K and 2K probably. That's the average it seems.
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:28:07 PM): geezes
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:28:07 PM): do we have that right now?
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:29:11 PM): well put it this way....we can't afford NOT to. If something happens to the other person, we're pretty hosed. Like you can't change any of the accounts listed under my name if i'm in some coma for 20 years without serious hell....this isn't an option.
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:29:37 PM): We also need life insurance, but i'm waiting for this presentation we're getting in a few weeks from a new company here at work....and that's pretty cheap.
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:30:00 PM): ok ok
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:30:04 PM): marriage is stupid
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:30:04 PM): :P
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:30:22 PM): no kidding.
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:30:35 PM): I am glad you take this stuff seriously
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:30:49 PM): I thought you didn't like that I did all of this, like i'm being too paranoid.
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:30:56 PM): I dont have the patience for it
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:31:16 PM): no I like it that you do... I dont like IT
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:31:21 PM): which has nothing to do with you
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:31:27 PM): if is a big hassle to me
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:31:42 PM): its like we are married... that should automatical convert everything.
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:31:58 PM): why we have to pay a lawyer something that is pretty obvious is beyond me
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:32:19 PM): its like the lawyers put things in place so they have work to do
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:32:32 PM): But it's not obvious...just because we're married doesn't give you the right to say close my credit card account or something.
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:32:36 PM): Unless i give you permission.
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:32:47 PM): if you die it should
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:32:52 PM): since you arent around anymore
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:32:57 PM): that is pretty obvious to me
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:33:14 PM): I'm not worried about death, because yeah in that case it IS that easy. But if one of us is hospitalized, that's the problem i'm worried about.
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:33:43 PM): I don't want my credit score to go down when i'm out of my coma just because you coudln't tell the creditors to let you have access to stuff.
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:33:48 PM): I want to be able to yell at you when i come out
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:34:00 PM): Oh you will
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:34:05 PM): but if you are in a coma it shouldnt matter
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:34:10 PM): cause you said to pull the plug
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:34:26 PM): so I am making sure you never come out
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:35:18 PM): Yeah i'm all for pulling the plug...i couldn't be bothered to stick around if i'm already half dead anyway!
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:35:31 PM): :P
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:35:35 PM): i am sure our kids will appreciate that
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:35:41 PM): well that's a whole other issue.
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:35:49 PM): leave me with a tub
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:35:49 PM): tube
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:35:54 PM): we need to figure out legal guardians and stuff.
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:36:01 PM): I am all for being a robot
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:36:10 PM): borg me out
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:36:24 PM): i'm not borging you out, that's too much effort. plus isn't 7 of 9 a borg?!
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:36:37 PM): yah and she is hot
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:36:46 PM): if lifesupport makes you hot I am all for it
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:37:14 PM): i cant believe you are going against my wishes because its too much effort
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:37:27 PM): sorry to put you out
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:37:30 PM): Well you and her can lead a fabulous new robot life, and I'll get it on with the poolboy.
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:37:51 PM): I guess I should have married someone with a little more love for me
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:37:51 PM): I'll let you have your life support if you get me a home withe a pool. Or a guy who mows the lawn...the lawn we don't have....
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:38:20 PM): You realize this is going in the blog!
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:38:25 PM): you are setting up all this stuff so it will be easy to knock me off
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:38:25 PM): no hassles
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:38:35 PM): why?
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:38:43 PM): Yeah i'm buying the arsenic on ebay right now.
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:38:48 PM): this is blog-worthy.
sabinaims (10/17/2005 4:38:52 PM): get with it!
Kraig (10/17/2005 4:38:58 PM): that leaves a trail
Kraig: why is it that women poison?
sabinaims: Because women cook the meals!
Kraig: something about feeling too guility to just do it too my face!!
Kraig: oh I didnt do anything... it is his dumbass fault for eating my food
Kraig: he should have known it was poison
Kraig: dumbass
sabinaims: No, i'll be like Bree...the pharmacist did it....except i'll make sure the pharmacist isn't a GAY actor...
Kraig: with big eyebrows... like the gay lawyer?
Kraig: they are like brothers
sabinaims: what gay lawyer?
Kraig: i cant tell the two apart.. they should have made the horney lawyer look totally different
sabinaims: that lawyer looks TOTALLY different, wtf!
Kraig: like the Rock.. the Rock should have been the lawyer for Mrs. Solice
Kraig: he could have gave the people's eyebrow to carlos...
Kraig: no the lawyer looked just like the pharmists
Kraig: forgot two letters
Kraig: pharmacist
sabinaims: The rock isn't very slick...i think he's super hot, and I'D do him if he was our lawyer, but Gabby won't...
Kraig: She likes the young ones huh
sabinaims: yep
Kraig: like that todd guy from smallville
sabinaims: who's todd?
Kraig: tom?
Kraig: superboy
Kraig: I dont know his dumbass name
Kraig: only that he is in the fog
sabinaims: TOM WELLING omg get it right...
sabinaims: geezus it's your fault i think he's hot
Kraig: Like I care
sabinaims: you shouldn't watch stupid comic book shows
good times...welcome to the world of marriage and discussing life's important tasks...somehow the conversation always gets off track!
Monday, October 17, 2005
Beat that bitch with a bat
yes i edited my running man blog becuase i put 1980 instead of 1990 for the fly girls date...bite me! My brain was elsewhere
So I've been put in charge of BLOG duty, which means whenever something super funny or inspirational came up, I had to write it on wahtever paper I could find and then later write about it when we came back.
It's gonna be a long day of random thought blogging lol.
Just a few disclaimers...
1. It's back to being a gym whore. It's a REQUIREMENT. I can't even zip up half my pants! I was flipping out this morning.
2. I kinda wish i HAD got that coach purse, although I would have kicked myself i'm sure later (especially with the credit card situation)....i just cleared out a ton of my purses though and i need to restock!
3. I also need new bikinis...i've only got like 2 that i really like, i have a third that i love but Stash chewed the halter thingy for it...it's official, i'm throwing ALL of my old ones out (and i've gotl ike 7 or 8 old ones that could stand to be pitched).
4. Beat that bitch with a bat....why can't i get that out of my head?!
5. My cuticles are SO effing dry, and I think it's partially from the dry air in Palm SPrings...seriously, thank GOD NicoleD brought her fancy shmancy suped up humidifier...which goes to show you how old we are when we plan on packing humidifiers instead of loads of alcohol. Although we drank plenty....
6. I'm sorry Nicole that I told you A&W burgers were good...to my defense, I hadn't eaten there in 10 years and that was for poutine so really when I was a kid and they were the old skool restuarant style places, i swear their burgers were FANTASTIC.
7,. Speaking of burgers, my car STILL reeks of In n Out from last Friday...but so, so worth it. I don't think it was possible to go 1 hour this weekend without someone mentioning how good In N Out is...
8. Seven ate nine....
9. I think we all agree that the writers of Desperate Housewives effed up with Lynette and her new job...they really should have put in something abuot how she could no longer work for her friend's company, because as much as I know there's the comedic element to her crappy boss, we all just wonder "why doesn't she quit?".
10. Speaking of lynette...i need fabulous new work clothes, although with winter/fall kinda here at least I can start wearing my sweaters and stuff again, which is great 'cause i was getting fed up of wearing tshirts that required me to wear massively padded bras in order to make me not look like a little boy!
Alright, on to the REAL blog for the weekend....
So I've been put in charge of BLOG duty, which means whenever something super funny or inspirational came up, I had to write it on wahtever paper I could find and then later write about it when we came back.
It's gonna be a long day of random thought blogging lol.
Just a few disclaimers...
1. It's back to being a gym whore. It's a REQUIREMENT. I can't even zip up half my pants! I was flipping out this morning.
2. I kinda wish i HAD got that coach purse, although I would have kicked myself i'm sure later (especially with the credit card situation)....i just cleared out a ton of my purses though and i need to restock!
3. I also need new bikinis...i've only got like 2 that i really like, i have a third that i love but Stash chewed the halter thingy for it...it's official, i'm throwing ALL of my old ones out (and i've gotl ike 7 or 8 old ones that could stand to be pitched).
4. Beat that bitch with a bat....why can't i get that out of my head?!
5. My cuticles are SO effing dry, and I think it's partially from the dry air in Palm SPrings...seriously, thank GOD NicoleD brought her fancy shmancy suped up humidifier...which goes to show you how old we are when we plan on packing humidifiers instead of loads of alcohol. Although we drank plenty....
6. I'm sorry Nicole that I told you A&W burgers were good...to my defense, I hadn't eaten there in 10 years and that was for poutine so really when I was a kid and they were the old skool restuarant style places, i swear their burgers were FANTASTIC.
7,. Speaking of burgers, my car STILL reeks of In n Out from last Friday...but so, so worth it. I don't think it was possible to go 1 hour this weekend without someone mentioning how good In N Out is...
8. Seven ate nine....
9. I think we all agree that the writers of Desperate Housewives effed up with Lynette and her new job...they really should have put in something abuot how she could no longer work for her friend's company, because as much as I know there's the comedic element to her crappy boss, we all just wonder "why doesn't she quit?".
10. Speaking of lynette...i need fabulous new work clothes, although with winter/fall kinda here at least I can start wearing my sweaters and stuff again, which is great 'cause i was getting fed up of wearing tshirts that required me to wear massively padded bras in order to make me not look like a little boy!
Alright, on to the REAL blog for the weekend....
Friday, October 14, 2005
Beat my head with a shovel to put me out of my misery please
I woke up today feeling like I was going to die. As I got ready to go to work, I had to carry a box of crackers with me everywhere I went...do you know how hard it is to blowdry your hair and eat crackers?! I crawled back into bed for a 10 minute snoozefest after I got ready, which cut in heavily into my "last minute packing for Palm Springs because I'm an idiot and I didn't pack earlier this week and why do I stay out late on school nights" time...
Breathing today is so, so painful.
Today is going to be a huge HUGE huge mix of random thoughts so if you wanted to read something with a point, this is not the place. Then again, I never have a point, so really I stand by my claim that you're all dumber for having read any of this. Go to dictionary.com and learn a new word...that'll compensate.
The song of the day is True by Ryan Cabrera which I think was already a song of the day but it was in my head this morning so suck it.
You don't know
what you do
Everytime you walk into the room
I'm afraid to move
I'm weak, it's true
I'm just scared to know the ending
Do you see me too?
Do you even know you met me?
Let's talk diamonds for a moment shall we....
Now I'll be the first chick to say that sometimes, I don't always think like a typical chick. And sure, all chicks say that, granted. But I had this thing for the longest time, I was anti chocolate and anti diamonds.
Well for some reason, after I moved to the US, i developed quite the taste for chocolate. Don't know why. Maybe it was the turning point of being a grownup, I don't know. I just know that until I was 23, I hated HATED chocolate (except for my beloved Baci...that i've always loved...but that's just 'cause it's like Nutella in a chocolate ball...mmm...NUTELLA....)...
As for diamonds....Didn't care much for them until an ex boyfriend and I walked into Birks (the Canadian answer to Tiffany's) and he announced loudly "Okay honey, but I'm not spending any more than eighteen thousand" and the sales people RAN to us (not that $18K is a lot if you WERE loaded to spend on diamonds, but this was in Rideau Center and i'm guessing not too many people announced that type of thing there). And I believe I tried on a trinity ring...and I melted...and diamonds have been my kryptonite ever since.
That being said, I own two diamonds...
1. The ring that Kraig proposed to me with...but that's really his mom's ring, I don't feel like I truly own it.
2. My engagement/wedding ring...and I was there when we picked the ring out but he secretly got a bigger stone put in than what we had discussed, which blew me away when I opened up the box later and saw the stone he put in.
Okay I guess should mention the other diamond, but it's super tiny and NOT fine quality...but my dad secretly gave me a diamond nose stud thing....he didn't want me to tell my mom, because my mom would have FLIPPED...my parents are the most strict parents on the planet, to this day they can still impose rules on me, but by virtue of having an ethnic background piercing your nose as a chick is not a sign of rebellion...so my dad was all for it, but my mom was beyond against it...I actually considred getting it done for the longest time but the scar that it leaves isn't pretty. And not that I'm vain because I think I'm some hot chick, I just think that I'm ugly enough I don't need to add to the list of items!
I would absolutely LOVE love love to have more diamonds, but I can't imagine that ever happening except maybe on my 50th wedding anniversary when the kids are out of the house and we've paid everything off and then maybe then I won't yell at Kraig if he gets me another diamond ring. I guess I figure before, when you're dating/engaged it's okay because it's not my money...but now, if Kraig got me diamonds...well it's "our" money and if I wanted a diamond, I can get one myself, and we have a thousand things we need first before I get any diamonds. Girls who need new shower doors, laminate flooring, new cabinetry don't deserve diamonds. Kraig i'm sure would disagree, but since it's "our" money....I would never ever feel like we could justify the cost, even after the car and timeshare are paid off....and he would have to listen to me bitch and complain if he ever splurged behind my back....so no more diamonds for me, sniff, until i'm 50....
On to other subjects...
I might splurge on that Coach purse.
Speaking of, I still gotta mail Syl the Coach tote/makeup-bag/whatever-you-call-it for her birthday. Dammit.
Speaking of diamonds, i gotta get my ring re-appraised because my insurance on it has to be renewed.
My hair is super dry and I need to see Henry BADLY, but I have to wait till my bangs grow out...it'll have to be after Hallowe'en, which is brutal because I cut my hair in August. Maybe I can slide it in between the 22nd and the 29th.
OMG my head is pounding....How am I gonna drink this weekend?!
Breathing today is so, so painful.
Today is going to be a huge HUGE huge mix of random thoughts so if you wanted to read something with a point, this is not the place. Then again, I never have a point, so really I stand by my claim that you're all dumber for having read any of this. Go to dictionary.com and learn a new word...that'll compensate.
The song of the day is True by Ryan Cabrera which I think was already a song of the day but it was in my head this morning so suck it.
You don't know
what you do
Everytime you walk into the room
I'm afraid to move
I'm weak, it's true
I'm just scared to know the ending
Do you see me too?
Do you even know you met me?
Let's talk diamonds for a moment shall we....
Now I'll be the first chick to say that sometimes, I don't always think like a typical chick. And sure, all chicks say that, granted. But I had this thing for the longest time, I was anti chocolate and anti diamonds.
Well for some reason, after I moved to the US, i developed quite the taste for chocolate. Don't know why. Maybe it was the turning point of being a grownup, I don't know. I just know that until I was 23, I hated HATED chocolate (except for my beloved Baci...that i've always loved...but that's just 'cause it's like Nutella in a chocolate ball...mmm...NUTELLA....)...
As for diamonds....Didn't care much for them until an ex boyfriend and I walked into Birks (the Canadian answer to Tiffany's) and he announced loudly "Okay honey, but I'm not spending any more than eighteen thousand" and the sales people RAN to us (not that $18K is a lot if you WERE loaded to spend on diamonds, but this was in Rideau Center and i'm guessing not too many people announced that type of thing there). And I believe I tried on a trinity ring...and I melted...and diamonds have been my kryptonite ever since.
That being said, I own two diamonds...
1. The ring that Kraig proposed to me with...but that's really his mom's ring, I don't feel like I truly own it.
2. My engagement/wedding ring...and I was there when we picked the ring out but he secretly got a bigger stone put in than what we had discussed, which blew me away when I opened up the box later and saw the stone he put in.
Okay I guess should mention the other diamond, but it's super tiny and NOT fine quality...but my dad secretly gave me a diamond nose stud thing....he didn't want me to tell my mom, because my mom would have FLIPPED...my parents are the most strict parents on the planet, to this day they can still impose rules on me, but by virtue of having an ethnic background piercing your nose as a chick is not a sign of rebellion...so my dad was all for it, but my mom was beyond against it...I actually considred getting it done for the longest time but the scar that it leaves isn't pretty. And not that I'm vain because I think I'm some hot chick, I just think that I'm ugly enough I don't need to add to the list of items!
I would absolutely LOVE love love to have more diamonds, but I can't imagine that ever happening except maybe on my 50th wedding anniversary when the kids are out of the house and we've paid everything off and then maybe then I won't yell at Kraig if he gets me another diamond ring. I guess I figure before, when you're dating/engaged it's okay because it's not my money...but now, if Kraig got me diamonds...well it's "our" money and if I wanted a diamond, I can get one myself, and we have a thousand things we need first before I get any diamonds. Girls who need new shower doors, laminate flooring, new cabinetry don't deserve diamonds. Kraig i'm sure would disagree, but since it's "our" money....I would never ever feel like we could justify the cost, even after the car and timeshare are paid off....and he would have to listen to me bitch and complain if he ever splurged behind my back....so no more diamonds for me, sniff, until i'm 50....
On to other subjects...
I might splurge on that Coach purse.
Speaking of, I still gotta mail Syl the Coach tote/makeup-bag/whatever-you-call-it for her birthday. Dammit.
Speaking of diamonds, i gotta get my ring re-appraised because my insurance on it has to be renewed.
My hair is super dry and I need to see Henry BADLY, but I have to wait till my bangs grow out...it'll have to be after Hallowe'en, which is brutal because I cut my hair in August. Maybe I can slide it in between the 22nd and the 29th.
OMG my head is pounding....How am I gonna drink this weekend?!
Thursday, October 13, 2005
THE RUNNING MAN - best action movie EVER
My final blog for today...
I stand by that Running Man is such a fabulous movie (and book...but really, they're almost two totally different things). It's because of Arnold in that movie that I have this total fetish for veins on guys arms....bugs most chicks i'm sure, but to me it's the hottest thing ever, it makes me drool.
So I created a list a LONG time ago as to the Top 13 Reasons Why The Running Man, Richard Bachman/Stephen King, and Arnold were ahead of their time...the parallels to today are insane....
1. Reality TV: Real World is often credited as being the first Reality TV show (although American Family, back inthe day, really was the first one but it's not like it kicked off a whole genre)...Really, the Running Man tv show was THE reality show of it's time.
2. Infonet: when Arnold has the chick all strapped in her cheesy workout equipment, he logs into Infonet using a monitor/tv screen, keyboard, and remote...the remote was really like a mouse, and he was able to access an airlines network...Stephen King created the Web before it became mainstream. And Arnold bought his plane tix using that system...Stephen King created Travelocity back in 1987. And I know at the time we were all like "riiigghtt...sure you can just do a few clicks of the keyboard you can see flight schedules and book them...surreee"...well who has the last laugh now? (Hmm i guess Expedia, Travelocity, Orbitz....)
3. Tight Airport Security. C'mon, remember before the year 2001...you were able to do ANYTHING at an airport. You could go through the gates with your family, you could bring 4 cans of hairspray in your carry-on luggage (as I have done...), you could bring swiss army knives...life was great! Well in the movie they're on hardcore airport security detail...as life is now, and probably will always be. Stephen King totally foresaw the TSA putting the smackdown.
4. Criminal Celebrities Now sure there was Son of Sam and all that...but in 1987, the paparazzi didn't make everyone into a God, especially not criminals or people on trial. I mean, Scott Peterson has marriage proposals! And did anyone really care about who Robert Blake was before his trial? In the movie, being a criminal and going on the Running Man game show made you an instant celebrity...Ben was the Scott Peterson of the future!
5. Lying News okay so really, the news has never been trustworthy. I realize that. But right now, it's a complete joke and I think anyone with common sense realizes the bias and propaganda that's being pushed on us at 6pm...serious pandering to whoever's paying the bills. I'd like to think in 1987, when the movie came out, that there was a bit more professionalism in the news, a bit more journalism integrity, a bit more people looking for the truth...in the movie, the news is one big scam, which is exactly how it is today.
6. Climbing for Dollars: at one point in the movie we see an ad for a tv show called Climbing for Dollars. The dude is climbing up a rope, with crazed mad dogs barking below, as he reaches up for money. You know what Stephen King invented? FEAR FACTOR.
7. Corporate Sponsorship Okay well I know this was around before 1987 and this didn't require much foresight....but throughout the Running Man "maze" (whatever they call it) there's a ton of ads everywhere for Coca-Cola, etc...there were plenty of movies in the 80's that had game show themes, etc, but the makers of The Running Man at least had the brains to put the reality of all the advertising in the movie as well...and now, it's EVERYWHERE in sports and game shows.
8. Audience: the audience in The Running Man screams...they yell...they thirst for violence. You know what that's called? JERRY SPRINGER.
9. Fly Girls: yeah you heard me. FLY GIRLS. In Living Color didn't come out until 1990, but the movie was a step ahead. Too bad J Lo wasn't in the movie...that would have been fabulous.
10. Technical Imaging...in the movie, they digitally swap faces to make it look like Arnold got killed...at the time, once again, everyone was like "riggghtt, sure you can do that with tv"...well fast forward to now, like in that Gatorade (or is it Nike? whatever) commercial where they take the different athletes' faces and put them in other situations (like Lance Armstrong boxing)...we don't even bat an eye. Dang Stephen King knew technology before we all did. At least all that coke-snorting and windex-drinking contributed to something.
11. Pixel Memory Storage Kind of goes with the previous item...after they've done all their image touchups and all that, the tweaked images/files get stored in the "PIxel Memory Storage". You know what those are now? JPEGS and GIFS and BITMAPS! Booyah.
12. Censorship In the movie's intro it mentions how art and music are heavily censored. You know what that's called in today's terms? THE FCC. Yeah Howard should have watched that movie to see what was gonna happen to him today. Maybe in the future there's another Nipplegate scandal.
13. And the most important part... That movie has everything: tons of action...a hero...noble buddies...a chick...a villain...if it were made today, that movie would scream: MILLIONS IN VIDEO GAME SALES. The potential is huge. So huge. Quite honestly, I keep bugging Kraig to figure out a way to convince EA to make the game, and i'm SURE you can convince Arnold to use his likeness...they convinced AL Pacino for the Scarface games....it's not like back in 1987 when the movie was made they thought about video game potential like they do now...
Okay well this list sounds MUCH better when I explain it in person, but I was sick of having it posted to my fridge so I had to create an electronic copy anyway.
Suck it.
I stand by that Running Man is such a fabulous movie (and book...but really, they're almost two totally different things). It's because of Arnold in that movie that I have this total fetish for veins on guys arms....bugs most chicks i'm sure, but to me it's the hottest thing ever, it makes me drool.
So I created a list a LONG time ago as to the Top 13 Reasons Why The Running Man, Richard Bachman/Stephen King, and Arnold were ahead of their time...the parallels to today are insane....
1. Reality TV: Real World is often credited as being the first Reality TV show (although American Family, back inthe day, really was the first one but it's not like it kicked off a whole genre)...Really, the Running Man tv show was THE reality show of it's time.
2. Infonet: when Arnold has the chick all strapped in her cheesy workout equipment, he logs into Infonet using a monitor/tv screen, keyboard, and remote...the remote was really like a mouse, and he was able to access an airlines network...Stephen King created the Web before it became mainstream. And Arnold bought his plane tix using that system...Stephen King created Travelocity back in 1987. And I know at the time we were all like "riiigghtt...sure you can just do a few clicks of the keyboard you can see flight schedules and book them...surreee"...well who has the last laugh now? (Hmm i guess Expedia, Travelocity, Orbitz....)
3. Tight Airport Security. C'mon, remember before the year 2001...you were able to do ANYTHING at an airport. You could go through the gates with your family, you could bring 4 cans of hairspray in your carry-on luggage (as I have done...), you could bring swiss army knives...life was great! Well in the movie they're on hardcore airport security detail...as life is now, and probably will always be. Stephen King totally foresaw the TSA putting the smackdown.
4. Criminal Celebrities Now sure there was Son of Sam and all that...but in 1987, the paparazzi didn't make everyone into a God, especially not criminals or people on trial. I mean, Scott Peterson has marriage proposals! And did anyone really care about who Robert Blake was before his trial? In the movie, being a criminal and going on the Running Man game show made you an instant celebrity...Ben was the Scott Peterson of the future!
5. Lying News okay so really, the news has never been trustworthy. I realize that. But right now, it's a complete joke and I think anyone with common sense realizes the bias and propaganda that's being pushed on us at 6pm...serious pandering to whoever's paying the bills. I'd like to think in 1987, when the movie came out, that there was a bit more professionalism in the news, a bit more journalism integrity, a bit more people looking for the truth...in the movie, the news is one big scam, which is exactly how it is today.
6. Climbing for Dollars: at one point in the movie we see an ad for a tv show called Climbing for Dollars. The dude is climbing up a rope, with crazed mad dogs barking below, as he reaches up for money. You know what Stephen King invented? FEAR FACTOR.
7. Corporate Sponsorship Okay well I know this was around before 1987 and this didn't require much foresight....but throughout the Running Man "maze" (whatever they call it) there's a ton of ads everywhere for Coca-Cola, etc...there were plenty of movies in the 80's that had game show themes, etc, but the makers of The Running Man at least had the brains to put the reality of all the advertising in the movie as well...and now, it's EVERYWHERE in sports and game shows.
8. Audience: the audience in The Running Man screams...they yell...they thirst for violence. You know what that's called? JERRY SPRINGER.
9. Fly Girls: yeah you heard me. FLY GIRLS. In Living Color didn't come out until 1990, but the movie was a step ahead. Too bad J Lo wasn't in the movie...that would have been fabulous.
10. Technical Imaging...in the movie, they digitally swap faces to make it look like Arnold got killed...at the time, once again, everyone was like "riggghtt, sure you can do that with tv"...well fast forward to now, like in that Gatorade (or is it Nike? whatever) commercial where they take the different athletes' faces and put them in other situations (like Lance Armstrong boxing)...we don't even bat an eye. Dang Stephen King knew technology before we all did. At least all that coke-snorting and windex-drinking contributed to something.
11. Pixel Memory Storage Kind of goes with the previous item...after they've done all their image touchups and all that, the tweaked images/files get stored in the "PIxel Memory Storage". You know what those are now? JPEGS and GIFS and BITMAPS! Booyah.
12. Censorship In the movie's intro it mentions how art and music are heavily censored. You know what that's called in today's terms? THE FCC. Yeah Howard should have watched that movie to see what was gonna happen to him today. Maybe in the future there's another Nipplegate scandal.
13. And the most important part... That movie has everything: tons of action...a hero...noble buddies...a chick...a villain...if it were made today, that movie would scream: MILLIONS IN VIDEO GAME SALES. The potential is huge. So huge. Quite honestly, I keep bugging Kraig to figure out a way to convince EA to make the game, and i'm SURE you can convince Arnold to use his likeness...they convinced AL Pacino for the Scarface games....it's not like back in 1987 when the movie was made they thought about video game potential like they do now...
Okay well this list sounds MUCH better when I explain it in person, but I was sick of having it posted to my fridge so I had to create an electronic copy anyway.
Suck it.
Sumthin' about my generation
So more blogging today....this one, at NIcole's request...
Generation X, Y, Echo, etc...
So all the while attempting to get this info from reputable sources, the question is, when does each generation start or stop?
According to Wikipeda (semi trustworthy but it DOES cover serious pop culture), it says:
There are some older Generation Xers who frown upon the classification of those born in 1980 or 1981 as being part of Generation X; these individuals often prefer to classify Generation X as those born between 1964 and the mid to late 70's.
And then you've got this dude who's got a whole website talking about his generation:
So, What IS a "Generation", anyway? A generation, loosely defined, is a group of people who can be, 1) demographically identified by biological trends and 2) have shared experiences. These are the basis for my belief that the 1965-75 timeframe works best, since the 1961-81 years do not reflect birthrates as well as the 1965-75 dates do, and it's really a mistake to try to see 40 year olds as having the same shared experiences as 20 year olds who barely remember who Ronald Reagan was! (HOWEVER: It's been argued that Boomers born from 1946-1958 see themselves as separate from later boomers. That's certainly legitimate, but both groups fall in the same BIOLOGICAL generation. The 1961-1981 dates are purely cultural, and are not biologically correct, and I contend that they should not be used - but see the "comments" section of this site for some spirited discussion on this issue.)
NOw when you read stuff online about Gen Xers, this Doug Coupland guy comes up, so here's his book on amazon: Generation X : Tales for an Accelerated Culture
HOwever I keep getting this same blurb on a thousand websites:
The definition of Generation X is not clear either. Depending on who is asked, Generation X is made up of people born between 1965 and 1980, 1965 and 1975, 1961 and 1981, 1964 and 1979 or since the mid-1960s.
However I'm so not down with anyone born in 1981 being in the same category as me...i would sooner associate myself with someone born in 1961...To me, 1981 is the age of everyone's kid brother or sister, and they're just...different. I don't even know how to describe it. Maybe it's because to me, that generation didn't know what high school life was like without the internet. Or what high school life was like without cell phones or even at least pagers.
Sabina's definition: You're a Gen Xer if you remember Mr. Hooper on Sesame Street as far as I'm concerned. (Or if you were slightly too old to care).
On to Gen Y....
From Wikipedia: Generation Y, sometimes called Generation Why?, the "Echo Boom," the "Byte Block," the "Net Generation" or the "Millennial Generation," are terms used in demographics to describe a particular generational cohort in Western societies, specifically the United States. The cohort comprises those born in the 1980s and 1990s, although no consensus has emerged specifying exact dates, which has made matters difficult and confusing for many people. Proposed start dates range from 1977 to 1985, and proposed end dates range from 1994 to 2002, making only 10 years (1985 - 1994) out of the maximum 25-year threshold (1977 - 2002) definitely Generation Y.
See, this is exactly my issue...I know i'm on the cusp, and 1977 is the cutoff date between Gen X and Gen Y, but I content that I"m Gen X because I think Gen Y people are generally happier and I definitley whine plenty for my generation.
Still from Wikipedia:
Most have few memories of the Cold War (apart from perhaps action movies, toys, or video games with such themes) and came of age during the technology-driven changes in the years of President Bill Clinton. They were the first to grow up with the Internet in a developed, prolific form, including music downloads, instant messaging and cellular phones. The portmanteau "screenager" was coined in 1997 by Douglas Rushkoff in his book "Playing the Future" to describe this techno-savvy generation.
See that's EXACTLY what i just said (I'm researching as I write...too lazy to do as much research as Nic B does in advance...this is on the fly research baby!)...I grew up with BBS's and I remember being the very first out of all my friends with a cell phone when I was already in University, back when a Star Tac phone was SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS and considered super thin and slim....although back then at least the "free" minutes were after 6pm...not after 8....
So what have we learned so far?
Gen Xers end at around 1977 to 1981, but everyone disputes 1981 and definitely anytime in the 1980s....
Gen Y people grew up in a seriously high tech environment
Echo is the same as Gen Y
So now what comes after Gen Y? How about....
iGeneration is a term used to describe the generation born primarily in the mid-to-late 1980s, (1986-1990). The name is based on the popular iPod music device. The term was popularized by MC Lars in his song iGeneration, although previously used elsewhere to describe the internet generation, or a digital generation....
Interesting...this, I will admit, is all new to me. As far as i'm concerned, this is the Teenie Bopper Generation...
Sites like MySpace and LiveJournal are also commonly associated with members of iGeneration, and they have been attributed to creating a global community populated by those born in the late 80s.
I hate myspace. That's a side note
And finally, we have this:
Generation Z is a proposed generational name for the children born after Generation Y. This name is somewhat controversial as this generation is still too young to have exhibited any common characteristics or to have lived through any common experiences that could be the basis for a generational name or identity.
Date ranges for inclusion in Generation Z vary. According to the book Generations, this generation, which the authors William Strauss and Neil Howe simply call "New Adaptive", will be born from 2004 to 2025 (their later book, The Fourth Turning, uses the name "New Silent" instead). Some observers however, place this generation's first birth year earlier, perhaps 1997, on the grounds that a person born in that year could not expect to have any first-hand memory of the September 11, 2001 attacks; indeed, the alternate name of Homelander Generation has been proposed to convey the essence of this. Yet another alternative is Generation D, with the D standing for 'digital'. Their number of individuals included in this generation are projected be greater than that of Generation X - their parents - because of a trend towards rising birth rates among Generation X couples. Their numbers are projected to be far smaller though (both in total numbers and per year count) than Generation Y.
Which basically is my way of saying that I"m bored of this topic, I'm tired, my brain won't think, and I keep hearing bad dated songs play in my head.
So think what you want.
We're all going to grow old and get wrinkly and die anyway.
Generation X, Y, Echo, etc...
So all the while attempting to get this info from reputable sources, the question is, when does each generation start or stop?
According to Wikipeda (semi trustworthy but it DOES cover serious pop culture), it says:
There are some older Generation Xers who frown upon the classification of those born in 1980 or 1981 as being part of Generation X; these individuals often prefer to classify Generation X as those born between 1964 and the mid to late 70's.
And then you've got this dude who's got a whole website talking about his generation:
So, What IS a "Generation", anyway? A generation, loosely defined, is a group of people who can be, 1) demographically identified by biological trends and 2) have shared experiences. These are the basis for my belief that the 1965-75 timeframe works best, since the 1961-81 years do not reflect birthrates as well as the 1965-75 dates do, and it's really a mistake to try to see 40 year olds as having the same shared experiences as 20 year olds who barely remember who Ronald Reagan was! (HOWEVER: It's been argued that Boomers born from 1946-1958 see themselves as separate from later boomers. That's certainly legitimate, but both groups fall in the same BIOLOGICAL generation. The 1961-1981 dates are purely cultural, and are not biologically correct, and I contend that they should not be used - but see the "comments" section of this site for some spirited discussion on this issue.)
NOw when you read stuff online about Gen Xers, this Doug Coupland guy comes up, so here's his book on amazon: Generation X : Tales for an Accelerated Culture
HOwever I keep getting this same blurb on a thousand websites:
The definition of Generation X is not clear either. Depending on who is asked, Generation X is made up of people born between 1965 and 1980, 1965 and 1975, 1961 and 1981, 1964 and 1979 or since the mid-1960s.
However I'm so not down with anyone born in 1981 being in the same category as me...i would sooner associate myself with someone born in 1961...To me, 1981 is the age of everyone's kid brother or sister, and they're just...different. I don't even know how to describe it. Maybe it's because to me, that generation didn't know what high school life was like without the internet. Or what high school life was like without cell phones or even at least pagers.
Sabina's definition: You're a Gen Xer if you remember Mr. Hooper on Sesame Street as far as I'm concerned. (Or if you were slightly too old to care).
On to Gen Y....
From Wikipedia: Generation Y, sometimes called Generation Why?, the "Echo Boom," the "Byte Block," the "Net Generation" or the "Millennial Generation," are terms used in demographics to describe a particular generational cohort in Western societies, specifically the United States. The cohort comprises those born in the 1980s and 1990s, although no consensus has emerged specifying exact dates, which has made matters difficult and confusing for many people. Proposed start dates range from 1977 to 1985, and proposed end dates range from 1994 to 2002, making only 10 years (1985 - 1994) out of the maximum 25-year threshold (1977 - 2002) definitely Generation Y.
See, this is exactly my issue...I know i'm on the cusp, and 1977 is the cutoff date between Gen X and Gen Y, but I content that I"m Gen X because I think Gen Y people are generally happier and I definitley whine plenty for my generation.
Still from Wikipedia:
Most have few memories of the Cold War (apart from perhaps action movies, toys, or video games with such themes) and came of age during the technology-driven changes in the years of President Bill Clinton. They were the first to grow up with the Internet in a developed, prolific form, including music downloads, instant messaging and cellular phones. The portmanteau "screenager" was coined in 1997 by Douglas Rushkoff in his book "Playing the Future" to describe this techno-savvy generation.
See that's EXACTLY what i just said (I'm researching as I write...too lazy to do as much research as Nic B does in advance...this is on the fly research baby!)...I grew up with BBS's and I remember being the very first out of all my friends with a cell phone when I was already in University, back when a Star Tac phone was SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS and considered super thin and slim....although back then at least the "free" minutes were after 6pm...not after 8....
So what have we learned so far?
Gen Xers end at around 1977 to 1981, but everyone disputes 1981 and definitely anytime in the 1980s....
Gen Y people grew up in a seriously high tech environment
Echo is the same as Gen Y
So now what comes after Gen Y? How about....
iGeneration is a term used to describe the generation born primarily in the mid-to-late 1980s, (1986-1990). The name is based on the popular iPod music device. The term was popularized by MC Lars in his song iGeneration, although previously used elsewhere to describe the internet generation, or a digital generation....
Interesting...this, I will admit, is all new to me. As far as i'm concerned, this is the Teenie Bopper Generation...
Sites like MySpace and LiveJournal are also commonly associated with members of iGeneration, and they have been attributed to creating a global community populated by those born in the late 80s.
I hate myspace. That's a side note
And finally, we have this:
Generation Z is a proposed generational name for the children born after Generation Y. This name is somewhat controversial as this generation is still too young to have exhibited any common characteristics or to have lived through any common experiences that could be the basis for a generational name or identity.
Date ranges for inclusion in Generation Z vary. According to the book Generations, this generation, which the authors William Strauss and Neil Howe simply call "New Adaptive", will be born from 2004 to 2025 (their later book, The Fourth Turning, uses the name "New Silent" instead). Some observers however, place this generation's first birth year earlier, perhaps 1997, on the grounds that a person born in that year could not expect to have any first-hand memory of the September 11, 2001 attacks; indeed, the alternate name of Homelander Generation has been proposed to convey the essence of this. Yet another alternative is Generation D, with the D standing for 'digital'. Their number of individuals included in this generation are projected be greater than that of Generation X - their parents - because of a trend towards rising birth rates among Generation X couples. Their numbers are projected to be far smaller though (both in total numbers and per year count) than Generation Y.
Which basically is my way of saying that I"m bored of this topic, I'm tired, my brain won't think, and I keep hearing bad dated songs play in my head.
So think what you want.
We're all going to grow old and get wrinkly and die anyway.
For your surfing pleasure
Side note to anyone who cares: I eat like a THOUSAND Famous Amos cookies a day, and I don't care if it's supposed to rhyme, it doesn't say "amous" so bite me. Secondly, I discovered the change machine wasn't spitting out 3 quarters, 2 dimes, and a nickel...it was giving one less quarter and one extra nickel! That's eighty cents! That's so unacceptable. I need to flip on the vending machine dude when he comes in, but he probably won't be in for awhile.
I can just BUY myself a damn box, but i really do like the itty bitty bags...
So for everyone's web surfing pleasure...
Little Progress in Stemming STDs...this article notes that doctors aren't talking with their patients. Seriously, not to be all pro-Canadian and all...but WHAT THE F*CK...doctors here (by no fault of their own, I realize that) are forced because of insurance companies to get people in and out asap in order to have a high turnover. It's hard when you're young and you've got 4 minutes to tell a doctor "so...umm...do I need to get tested...for um...stuff?"...Plus not only that, but if you're on your parents' insurance plan, then you can't easily be stealth and go to a doctor without the whole world knowing...HECK they send the lab results to your home, do you honestly think all parents don't open their kids' mail?!
More couples delaying marriage: The median age for first marriages in the United States is 26.7 years for men and 25.1 for women.
....well good know i'm an effing statistic...but I was almost 26...
“Single parenthood and poverty are about as closely related as you can get,” Popenoe said.
The states with the most unwed new mothers also tended to be the ones with the highest percentage of new mothers living in poverty.
Which is why i'm all about abortions to the Nth degree. Free abortions to everyone! They offer free flu shots don't they?
speaking of why teens should know that BJs DO count.......
Biggest email peeves at work...I actually don't mind when people hit "reply all"....I don't like when people send me religious stuff, like "serenity now" types....and I don't like emails that have endless ">" characters in them...nor do I like ones that just tell jokes, unless they're like 4 lines...and if i have to open the attachment, forget it, I don't open them at all (why do people feel the need to put jpegs in PPS files?! that's retarded)....
Madonna: I love Madonna. LOVE HER. And granted i thought her last album wasn't worth buying, this next one is going to be so effing awesome, it's mind blowing. I can't WAIT to see this MTV thing, even though her Re-Invention Tour was awful (i saw her last two concerts, SO not impressed)...but she's my girl, i've loved her for EVER, and she has a song for every mood i've ever been in in my entire life.
PeopleSoft founder plans mega mansion...if you ever wanted to beat yourself with a stick, now is the time to do it. 72,000 sq. ft. home....Mine is under 1300 and I don't even have a basement...That is so bloody depressing. I hate rich people. I want to be the one people hate.
And speaking of homes...
HOw to get top dollar for your dwelling According to this, Cali homes will go up 10% in 2006. OMG i would die of happiness. Why did I have to buy in the ONE zip code in all of Orange COunty that DIDN'T go up in 2005?!
So what have we learned?
Life is horribly depressing and we should all shoot ourselves and stop wasting time. Unless you founded PeopleSoft.
I can just BUY myself a damn box, but i really do like the itty bitty bags...
So for everyone's web surfing pleasure...
Little Progress in Stemming STDs...this article notes that doctors aren't talking with their patients. Seriously, not to be all pro-Canadian and all...but WHAT THE F*CK...doctors here (by no fault of their own, I realize that) are forced because of insurance companies to get people in and out asap in order to have a high turnover. It's hard when you're young and you've got 4 minutes to tell a doctor "so...umm...do I need to get tested...for um...stuff?"...Plus not only that, but if you're on your parents' insurance plan, then you can't easily be stealth and go to a doctor without the whole world knowing...HECK they send the lab results to your home, do you honestly think all parents don't open their kids' mail?!
More couples delaying marriage: The median age for first marriages in the United States is 26.7 years for men and 25.1 for women.
....well good know i'm an effing statistic...but I was almost 26...
“Single parenthood and poverty are about as closely related as you can get,” Popenoe said.
The states with the most unwed new mothers also tended to be the ones with the highest percentage of new mothers living in poverty.
Which is why i'm all about abortions to the Nth degree. Free abortions to everyone! They offer free flu shots don't they?
speaking of why teens should know that BJs DO count.......
Biggest email peeves at work...I actually don't mind when people hit "reply all"....I don't like when people send me religious stuff, like "serenity now" types....and I don't like emails that have endless ">" characters in them...nor do I like ones that just tell jokes, unless they're like 4 lines...and if i have to open the attachment, forget it, I don't open them at all (why do people feel the need to put jpegs in PPS files?! that's retarded)....
Madonna: I love Madonna. LOVE HER. And granted i thought her last album wasn't worth buying, this next one is going to be so effing awesome, it's mind blowing. I can't WAIT to see this MTV thing, even though her Re-Invention Tour was awful (i saw her last two concerts, SO not impressed)...but she's my girl, i've loved her for EVER, and she has a song for every mood i've ever been in in my entire life.
PeopleSoft founder plans mega mansion...if you ever wanted to beat yourself with a stick, now is the time to do it. 72,000 sq. ft. home....Mine is under 1300 and I don't even have a basement...That is so bloody depressing. I hate rich people. I want to be the one people hate.
And speaking of homes...
HOw to get top dollar for your dwelling According to this, Cali homes will go up 10% in 2006. OMG i would die of happiness. Why did I have to buy in the ONE zip code in all of Orange COunty that DIDN'T go up in 2005?!
So what have we learned?
Life is horribly depressing and we should all shoot ourselves and stop wasting time. Unless you founded PeopleSoft.
There are no ordinary cats
So here's my blog because some people wanted something to read for this morning...
Random thoughts abound!
There's no song of the day, rather the ALBUM of the day is Something to Remember by Madonna which has all her slow stuff on it (well "all" from 1985 to like 1995).
Fur is bad. Wear fur and Nicole will kill you, skin you, and wear you. Unless you're star jones...no one wants a Jones Jacket.
Horrible laundry issues this morning. realized I didn't have a single pair of jeans to wear to Palm Springs (because i've gained some weight and my other jeans don't zip up anymore...sigh!), managed to wash a load while getting ready for work and tossed them in the dryer on my way out (while managing to separate the "hang to dry" ones)....
Paying my credit card bill online right now. $1,454.41. Oh that hurts. I try to keep it around $800. But that hurts. REALLY hurts. Mixed with the regular mortgage payment and the property tax bill..ouch. The other thing I never look forward to is our disability insurance bills...those come every 3 months, mine is $281 but Kraig's is $428 (moral of the story: get your disability insurance while you're YOUNG folks and lock in that rate)...plus our car insurance which always blows because my car is a death trap (and i need a ticket to fall off....)...
I suck at bowling.
I can't wait for Palm Springs.
I'm going to look like a pregnant heiffer in a bikini in palm springs, FYI folks.
I can't wait for my Vegas trip...I love love LOVE excalibur...I know it's ghetto, but that's where we're staying because I love love LOVE the gambling there. LOVE the roulette tables. I have yet to lose at roulette there (or in vegas at all for that matter, knock on laminate countertop)...
I gotta fill out that volunteer thing for that Alzheimer's thing....i got the paperwork in the mail and now it's sitting in the paperwork abyss....thankfully Carrie emailed me the forms....
Numbers numbers numbers...i think chicks should also start keeping track of the BJs they give (and i'm not saying where I have at all, if ever, since coworkers read this blog and as far as y'all are concerned, i haven't done anything with anyone and i stand by that), 'cause you could never have sex but give over 1000 bjs...that makes you a whore more than say someone who's given 3 BJs and slept with 20 guys...in my opinion, the first person is the whore...so I think teenage girls should count that number too, so they don't let their number get too high...i woudlnt' want my daughter thinking it's okay and "doesn't count" if she does that to a billion guys but never sleeps with them...
I gotta figure out what to pack for this weekend...that will fit in my little getaway bag...
I love my OC girlfriends...my friends are effing FUN....i know everyone's scared that when i have a kid i'll stop being fun, I promise you guys I'll try my hardest to find a babysitter who's on call 24/7 :)
I'll write more in a bit...got stuff on my brain, plenty to blog about, but for now I have things to tend to....hope this appeases the masses!
Edited to add: oh HELL no...no bikini pics...I don't want the lawsuit for offending people's senses...and involuntary eye gouging.
Random thoughts abound!
There's no song of the day, rather the ALBUM of the day is Something to Remember by Madonna which has all her slow stuff on it (well "all" from 1985 to like 1995).
Fur is bad. Wear fur and Nicole will kill you, skin you, and wear you. Unless you're star jones...no one wants a Jones Jacket.
Horrible laundry issues this morning. realized I didn't have a single pair of jeans to wear to Palm Springs (because i've gained some weight and my other jeans don't zip up anymore...sigh!), managed to wash a load while getting ready for work and tossed them in the dryer on my way out (while managing to separate the "hang to dry" ones)....
Paying my credit card bill online right now. $1,454.41. Oh that hurts. I try to keep it around $800. But that hurts. REALLY hurts. Mixed with the regular mortgage payment and the property tax bill..ouch. The other thing I never look forward to is our disability insurance bills...those come every 3 months, mine is $281 but Kraig's is $428 (moral of the story: get your disability insurance while you're YOUNG folks and lock in that rate)...plus our car insurance which always blows because my car is a death trap (and i need a ticket to fall off....)...
I suck at bowling.
I can't wait for Palm Springs.
I'm going to look like a pregnant heiffer in a bikini in palm springs, FYI folks.
I can't wait for my Vegas trip...I love love LOVE excalibur...I know it's ghetto, but that's where we're staying because I love love LOVE the gambling there. LOVE the roulette tables. I have yet to lose at roulette there (or in vegas at all for that matter, knock on laminate countertop)...
I gotta fill out that volunteer thing for that Alzheimer's thing....i got the paperwork in the mail and now it's sitting in the paperwork abyss....thankfully Carrie emailed me the forms....
Numbers numbers numbers...i think chicks should also start keeping track of the BJs they give (and i'm not saying where I have at all, if ever, since coworkers read this blog and as far as y'all are concerned, i haven't done anything with anyone and i stand by that), 'cause you could never have sex but give over 1000 bjs...that makes you a whore more than say someone who's given 3 BJs and slept with 20 guys...in my opinion, the first person is the whore...so I think teenage girls should count that number too, so they don't let their number get too high...i woudlnt' want my daughter thinking it's okay and "doesn't count" if she does that to a billion guys but never sleeps with them...
I gotta figure out what to pack for this weekend...that will fit in my little getaway bag...
I love my OC girlfriends...my friends are effing FUN....i know everyone's scared that when i have a kid i'll stop being fun, I promise you guys I'll try my hardest to find a babysitter who's on call 24/7 :)
I'll write more in a bit...got stuff on my brain, plenty to blog about, but for now I have things to tend to....hope this appeases the masses!
Edited to add: oh HELL no...no bikini pics...I don't want the lawsuit for offending people's senses...and involuntary eye gouging.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Riiiggghtt....
HA myspace guys are all the same...they write the same stuff to every chick out there and think that we're not going to know they write this to everyone...so no, i'm not sending a picture of myself in a bikini (well...i wouldn't do that anyway!)
----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: Sunshine
i like all of your pics.. you look like a model.. you're super hot..i wish i could hang out wiht you..i'm prettty sure u talk really sweet...
----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: Sabina
I'm sure you write that to every chick on myspace!
----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: Sunshine
not really .. i don't really write that every chick... cuz a lot of chicks are not like you.. so you're soo 101%wrong cutie pie...
Riiggghhttt....do pickup lines on myspace actually WORK!?
----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: Sunshine
i like all of your pics.. you look like a model.. you're super hot..i wish i could hang out wiht you..i'm prettty sure u talk really sweet...
----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: Sabina
I'm sure you write that to every chick on myspace!
----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: Sunshine
not really .. i don't really write that every chick... cuz a lot of chicks are not like you.. so you're soo 101%wrong cutie pie...
Riiggghhttt....do pickup lines on myspace actually WORK!?
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Hypochondriac
Not to sound like a hypo or something...
But i swear I'm developing an ulcer.
My stomach is in so much pain right now...and all day/night I've had serious uber anxiety like you would not believe.
And I'm really really pissed about this Vanessa Paradis CD situation. Like seriously.
It's This CD on Amazon which is such a bitch to know that it's $30 if i want to replace it. WTF. That's probably one of the more expensive CDs that I own. G*ddamn it. NOw i'm really mad.
I suppose I could just download the songs individually off somewhere...these are the only ones I want (live edition, not the original album one...which I guess would be okay too, but the live ones are awesome plus they're updated since some of the songs like Joe Le Taxi she originally sang when she was 14):
Marilyn & John
Tandem
Dis Lui Toi Que Je T'Aime
Joe le Taxi
Maxou (SOOOO cute! How many songs do you know are about a cat?)
Sigh. So upsetting.
Going to sleep. Note to self: name next cat Maxou. Note to self pII: tell kraig to suck it when he complains about the cat's name.
But i swear I'm developing an ulcer.
My stomach is in so much pain right now...and all day/night I've had serious uber anxiety like you would not believe.
And I'm really really pissed about this Vanessa Paradis CD situation. Like seriously.
It's This CD on Amazon which is such a bitch to know that it's $30 if i want to replace it. WTF. That's probably one of the more expensive CDs that I own. G*ddamn it. NOw i'm really mad.
I suppose I could just download the songs individually off somewhere...these are the only ones I want (live edition, not the original album one...which I guess would be okay too, but the live ones are awesome plus they're updated since some of the songs like Joe Le Taxi she originally sang when she was 14):
Marilyn & John
Tandem
Dis Lui Toi Que Je T'Aime
Joe le Taxi
Maxou (SOOOO cute! How many songs do you know are about a cat?)
Sigh. So upsetting.
Going to sleep. Note to self: name next cat Maxou. Note to self pII: tell kraig to suck it when he complains about the cat's name.
Dis-lui toi que je t'aime
So last night I didn't end up getting to see Jenn, but it worked out 'cause i had to return some stuff and get Kraig some Nyquil (stupid Target...they only had Dayquil which did NOT do the job! I wanted him to be knocked out). Got my tv groove on, took a brief nap, went to the gym (Yes Nic, it's all good...they still think i'm you :P)....
Laguna Beach: Okay if i ever see that Kristin beotch in real life, i'm gonna smack her. I can't BELIEVE she said Casey was all "Mission Viejo...inland Orange County"...i mean, it's one thing to make fun of RIVERSIDE or something...but inland Orange County? What is that, like, Irvine?! But the MV reference....part of me was ready to cry, all "But...my home is half a million dollars....and yes i'm doing interest only so really i'm just renting my home but whatever you little brat" even though i'm sure she's making more in promotional appearances than I"m making in my salary but whatever.
I still say Jessica is exactly how I was at that age.
You know what I want to be when I finally grow up?! I want to be on Sweet Sixteen....I want to have a fabulous 16th birthday part that cost over $100K where everyone does what I want and everyone's jealous of me.
Some people want to be CEOs, presidents, astronauts when they grow up...i want to be WEALTHY.
So I've been emailing my ex, and i'm sure eventually he'll find this blog but for now this is SO worth blogging about...I asked him more detail about his dream, and he wrote this (scattered between other parts of his email that i'm not going to bore anyone with...plus i added paragraph breaks because it was hard on the eyes):
Intimate details. I remember them. I thought it would be more appropriate to censor the discussion because you are married, I am in a relationship, we have not spoken in so long, and I was more concerned than anything else... In the dream, we were very close, you were being very friendly, many smiles, it was like you wanted to comfort me, at this stage you were wearing normal Sabina dress, many people were around us in the Allerton mansion,
we were in some kind of large hall with a fireplace, talking, the conversation may have taken hours, we were just yakking like old friends, but as the dream progressed, your attire changed (more to come in a moment), your demeanour remained mostly the same, friendly, open, but now with a tinge of desire - your words were no longer reassuring, but a bit demanding, you began to tell me about certain things you were missing that I could fill, I stepped back to take a look at you, and your attire had changed to an inappropriate outfit for the public eye - stockings attached to garter, tiny black panties, the top was some kind of strange pleather, which is totally weird, again, your demeanour was still normal,
but it was bizarre because of the people around (none of whom were gazing upon this spectacle!), we were transported to a hotel room, where we continued to talk, and the hotel may have come first in the story, I'm not sure, but at this stage we became very intimate and I helped you meet your unfulfilled desires, which was fun for me, because some of your desires were focused on my needs (yay Sabina), this part of the dream was not as vivid as Allerton, but it is coming back to me, we decided to wrap things up at the hotel, enough is enough, and you were trying to be super sexy independent devil may care Sabina, and then ...
back to Allerton, in normal garb, to chat some more, but this time a little more distance between us, I could sense something was wrong but you wouldn't let me in, and a forthcoming swift goodbye (kind of like, I got what I needed so cya!), the echoes of my calling your name fill the mansion which was normal-sized in the earlier part of the dream but now became like an M.C.Escher huge medieval castle...
the feeling was like, we connected, I did my part, but now had a sense of impending doom .. for you? for me? for Allerton? it was really unclear...
your good-bye made me fearful that you might be hiding something, something I could help you with... When I awoke I was perturbed. So, I dished the details and skimped on the intimate parts again, what can I say, writing about these things makes me impresses on my comfort level.
I think I laughed so hard, I was crying.
Later in his blurb he mentioned:
Faune's been great, we are very close, but sometimes we have big almost-breakup moments, zero drama in comparison to us, but still realistic.
Ohhh yes, the drama....so very Ike and Tina...although really, I think that's just me...I'd like to think now i'm MUCH more calm and less caring in the big picture (like it's not all about the "principle of the matter" like it used to be...winning the argument isn't important to me, ENDING the argument is important to me)...but with him especially, because he was so huge (6'4, 240lbs), seeing him angry, crying, upset was like watching The Incredible Hulk if he found out his mom died...
Today is the official day i put the smackdown on the dry cleaner who jacked up my dress.
In other news, I searched for a chunk of my CDs...i'm missing another Madonna CD, an Our Lady Peace CD (the best one too...dammit), and my Vanessa Paradis CD....the first one isn't a big deal, I can't get that anywhere, but the other two are harder...especially the Vanessa Paradis one (yes, Johnny Depp's wife...but of course she wasn't at the time)...
So in honor of me not being able to find my Vanessa Paradis CD, the song of the day is Dis lui toi que je t'aime by Vanessa Paradis
Je n'veux pas annoncer la couleur
Entre toi et moi
Je vois l'émoi
Quand il comprendra sa douleur
Toi tu es le seul double de moi
Dis-lui toi que je t'aime
C'est toujours le même dilemme
Un jour ou toujours qui sait
Combien de mois d'émoi cela va durer
I'm kind of in a cranky mood right now, and probably very prone to writing stuff that I'll regret later, so I'll leave the blog at this for now...I'm so tired, I wish I didn't have to wake up at 6:30 every day (well....6:30 and then hit snooze till 6:45....)...
Laguna Beach: Okay if i ever see that Kristin beotch in real life, i'm gonna smack her. I can't BELIEVE she said Casey was all "Mission Viejo...inland Orange County"...i mean, it's one thing to make fun of RIVERSIDE or something...but inland Orange County? What is that, like, Irvine?! But the MV reference....part of me was ready to cry, all "But...my home is half a million dollars....and yes i'm doing interest only so really i'm just renting my home but whatever you little brat" even though i'm sure she's making more in promotional appearances than I"m making in my salary but whatever.
I still say Jessica is exactly how I was at that age.
You know what I want to be when I finally grow up?! I want to be on Sweet Sixteen....I want to have a fabulous 16th birthday part that cost over $100K where everyone does what I want and everyone's jealous of me.
Some people want to be CEOs, presidents, astronauts when they grow up...i want to be WEALTHY.
So I've been emailing my ex, and i'm sure eventually he'll find this blog but for now this is SO worth blogging about...I asked him more detail about his dream, and he wrote this (scattered between other parts of his email that i'm not going to bore anyone with...plus i added paragraph breaks because it was hard on the eyes):
Intimate details. I remember them. I thought it would be more appropriate to censor the discussion because you are married, I am in a relationship, we have not spoken in so long, and I was more concerned than anything else... In the dream, we were very close, you were being very friendly, many smiles, it was like you wanted to comfort me, at this stage you were wearing normal Sabina dress, many people were around us in the Allerton mansion,
we were in some kind of large hall with a fireplace, talking, the conversation may have taken hours, we were just yakking like old friends, but as the dream progressed, your attire changed (more to come in a moment), your demeanour remained mostly the same, friendly, open, but now with a tinge of desire - your words were no longer reassuring, but a bit demanding, you began to tell me about certain things you were missing that I could fill, I stepped back to take a look at you, and your attire had changed to an inappropriate outfit for the public eye - stockings attached to garter, tiny black panties, the top was some kind of strange pleather, which is totally weird, again, your demeanour was still normal,
but it was bizarre because of the people around (none of whom were gazing upon this spectacle!), we were transported to a hotel room, where we continued to talk, and the hotel may have come first in the story, I'm not sure, but at this stage we became very intimate and I helped you meet your unfulfilled desires, which was fun for me, because some of your desires were focused on my needs (yay Sabina), this part of the dream was not as vivid as Allerton, but it is coming back to me, we decided to wrap things up at the hotel, enough is enough, and you were trying to be super sexy independent devil may care Sabina, and then ...
back to Allerton, in normal garb, to chat some more, but this time a little more distance between us, I could sense something was wrong but you wouldn't let me in, and a forthcoming swift goodbye (kind of like, I got what I needed so cya!), the echoes of my calling your name fill the mansion which was normal-sized in the earlier part of the dream but now became like an M.C.Escher huge medieval castle...
the feeling was like, we connected, I did my part, but now had a sense of impending doom .. for you? for me? for Allerton? it was really unclear...
your good-bye made me fearful that you might be hiding something, something I could help you with... When I awoke I was perturbed. So, I dished the details and skimped on the intimate parts again, what can I say, writing about these things makes me impresses on my comfort level.
I think I laughed so hard, I was crying.
Later in his blurb he mentioned:
Faune's been great, we are very close, but sometimes we have big almost-breakup moments, zero drama in comparison to us, but still realistic.
Ohhh yes, the drama....so very Ike and Tina...although really, I think that's just me...I'd like to think now i'm MUCH more calm and less caring in the big picture (like it's not all about the "principle of the matter" like it used to be...winning the argument isn't important to me, ENDING the argument is important to me)...but with him especially, because he was so huge (6'4, 240lbs), seeing him angry, crying, upset was like watching The Incredible Hulk if he found out his mom died...
Today is the official day i put the smackdown on the dry cleaner who jacked up my dress.
In other news, I searched for a chunk of my CDs...i'm missing another Madonna CD, an Our Lady Peace CD (the best one too...dammit), and my Vanessa Paradis CD....the first one isn't a big deal, I can't get that anywhere, but the other two are harder...especially the Vanessa Paradis one (yes, Johnny Depp's wife...but of course she wasn't at the time)...
So in honor of me not being able to find my Vanessa Paradis CD, the song of the day is Dis lui toi que je t'aime by Vanessa Paradis
Je n'veux pas annoncer la couleur
Entre toi et moi
Je vois l'émoi
Quand il comprendra sa douleur
Toi tu es le seul double de moi
Dis-lui toi que je t'aime
C'est toujours le même dilemme
Un jour ou toujours qui sait
Combien de mois d'émoi cela va durer
I'm kind of in a cranky mood right now, and probably very prone to writing stuff that I'll regret later, so I'll leave the blog at this for now...I'm so tired, I wish I didn't have to wake up at 6:30 every day (well....6:30 and then hit snooze till 6:45....)...
Monday, October 10, 2005
Little miss black widow
Today's song of the day....
Well since I'm dying for Madonna's new album (esp. after seeing the album PR ad/cover, which is retarded because she looks mega airbrushed but whatever), I think the next while will have Madonna songs of the day.
Today's song is Thief of Hearts by Madonna from the Erotica album...
Bitch!
You're a thief of hearts and now you'll have to pay
How many licks does it take?
You're a thief of hearts and now you'll have to pay
Which leg do you want me to break?
You'll be sorry
Let's recap last night's TV lineup...
My Fair Brady: okay well I didn't really watch it, but I just wanted to say that if smoking will get me a body like Adrian's, light me up baby!
Surreal Life: I love Janice Dickinson. And Bronson is still a pervert. And i love Pink's fiance. And this show is so vacant, it's crazy.
Breaking Bonaduce: wow wow wowwww....I find watching someone tumble into deep destruction so fascinating...although if some redheaded drunk guy hopped in my car in the middle of the night, I'd have a serious flip out.
Desperate Housewives: maybe it's the married part of me, i don't know...but when Gabrielle was apologizing to Carlos on their anniversary... a weird shudder went through me.
See here's the thing...
Maybe it's the First Wives Club thing or something, I don't know.
I just know that when my fantastic makeup artist was doing her trial-run with me and my bridesmaids, I asked her what the difference was between marriage and just living together. I was on this tirade at the time to find out, because I knew so many people that lived together, and Kraig and I were on/off living together our entire relationship...I just needed to know what the difference was, other than legal stuff.
As in, did it feel any different? Did she suddenly walk through the front door after being married and it felt DIFFERENT? (She got married a few months before she did my makeup).
And what she told me was...getting married was like being part of a secret club, you're now part of the wives' club,and you just "know". She couldn't describe it...but you just....KNOW.
I had no idea what she was saying and I dismissed it at the time.
Then...when I got married...suddenly...I got it.
I KNEW.
For example, it was like when Kraig had to do something at work and he said "I have to check with my wife"....now this was something that would have impacted us if we were just dating, but you can't go and tell your HR "oh gee I have to check with my girlfriend"...like "I can't do ANYTHING without my GIRRRRRLFRIEND"...it's weird, because you could be dating for 10 years but it still sounds a bit off...but when he said "I have to check with my wife", suddenly it sounded like "I have to check with my business associate, both of us need to come to an agreement, her opinion also matters when it comes to this decision"....like suddenly you're "up" in the eyes of everyone, you've been promoted in everyone's eyes.
I don't know. I don't know how to put it. I just know that after I got married, I knew what my makeup artist was talking about.
So when they had that scene in Desperate Housewives where Gabby apologizes for cheating on Carlos...I thought "yesss...a chick wrote that part of the script...because she's not apologizing just for hurting him, or going against their marriage vows to foresake all others...she's crying because she knows she betrayed the bigger picture, and the wives' club, and everything that was built together as a team"....
If any of that makes sense. Probably not, because i'm effing tired...speaking of marriage, Kraig got sick yesterday which means I got no sleep.
So I spent all night thinking about how I was going to write a blog about effing SNORING.
Yeah you heard me bitches. Snoring. Boring topic? Suck it.
See I can handle a bit of snoring...I'm a pretty heavy sleeper and I associate snoring with some level of manliness in a bizarre kind of way.
But...Kraig isn't consistent with his snoring, sometimes he doesn't at all sometimes it's ALL night, which to me means it's somewhat controllable, which pisses me off even more.
And he doesn't snore in rhythm...he snores in some haphazard way, mixed with LOUD yawning, grinding of teeth, mouth smacking, air chewing, random talking... Yeah the first few months I toughed it out and sometimes just kicked him gently in his sleep in order to rouse him a bit awake, long enough for him to stop and hopefully let me sleep.
Then it got to the phase where I started to get ANGRY, i mean seriously violently angry that he was keeping ME awake while he was in such deep sleep, he could chew and munch on the air and snore like a jackhammer...I feel like he's doing it on purpose, to upset me...so by morning I'm so rude to him, and he's like "wtf did I do?"....
People have asked me why I haven't gotten him those snoring nose strip thingies.... I refuse. Because I've asked him a billion times to go to the doctor (and what guy goes to the doctor? Apparently none of them), and I feel like it's HIS responsibility to get the damn nose strips. I feel like this is an episode of Everyone Loves Raymond or King Of Queens....seriously, it's not MY nose and he should go research this crap and let me get a decent night of sleep.
I think i'm perpetually cranky as a result...mixed with the cats, and I swear I haven't had a good night's sleep in ages. That's why I think napping is the most wonderful thing in the whole wide world....
If i ever get to heaven, I'm going to ask God to let me sleep for another 400 million years.
Well since I'm dying for Madonna's new album (esp. after seeing the album PR ad/cover, which is retarded because she looks mega airbrushed but whatever), I think the next while will have Madonna songs of the day.
Today's song is Thief of Hearts by Madonna from the Erotica album...
Bitch!
You're a thief of hearts and now you'll have to pay
How many licks does it take?
You're a thief of hearts and now you'll have to pay
Which leg do you want me to break?
You'll be sorry
Let's recap last night's TV lineup...
My Fair Brady: okay well I didn't really watch it, but I just wanted to say that if smoking will get me a body like Adrian's, light me up baby!
Surreal Life: I love Janice Dickinson. And Bronson is still a pervert. And i love Pink's fiance. And this show is so vacant, it's crazy.
Breaking Bonaduce: wow wow wowwww....I find watching someone tumble into deep destruction so fascinating...although if some redheaded drunk guy hopped in my car in the middle of the night, I'd have a serious flip out.
Desperate Housewives: maybe it's the married part of me, i don't know...but when Gabrielle was apologizing to Carlos on their anniversary... a weird shudder went through me.
See here's the thing...
Maybe it's the First Wives Club thing or something, I don't know.
I just know that when my fantastic makeup artist was doing her trial-run with me and my bridesmaids, I asked her what the difference was between marriage and just living together. I was on this tirade at the time to find out, because I knew so many people that lived together, and Kraig and I were on/off living together our entire relationship...I just needed to know what the difference was, other than legal stuff.
As in, did it feel any different? Did she suddenly walk through the front door after being married and it felt DIFFERENT? (She got married a few months before she did my makeup).
And what she told me was...getting married was like being part of a secret club, you're now part of the wives' club,and you just "know". She couldn't describe it...but you just....KNOW.
I had no idea what she was saying and I dismissed it at the time.
Then...when I got married...suddenly...I got it.
I KNEW.
For example, it was like when Kraig had to do something at work and he said "I have to check with my wife"....now this was something that would have impacted us if we were just dating, but you can't go and tell your HR "oh gee I have to check with my girlfriend"...like "I can't do ANYTHING without my GIRRRRRLFRIEND"...it's weird, because you could be dating for 10 years but it still sounds a bit off...but when he said "I have to check with my wife", suddenly it sounded like "I have to check with my business associate, both of us need to come to an agreement, her opinion also matters when it comes to this decision"....like suddenly you're "up" in the eyes of everyone, you've been promoted in everyone's eyes.
I don't know. I don't know how to put it. I just know that after I got married, I knew what my makeup artist was talking about.
So when they had that scene in Desperate Housewives where Gabby apologizes for cheating on Carlos...I thought "yesss...a chick wrote that part of the script...because she's not apologizing just for hurting him, or going against their marriage vows to foresake all others...she's crying because she knows she betrayed the bigger picture, and the wives' club, and everything that was built together as a team"....
If any of that makes sense. Probably not, because i'm effing tired...speaking of marriage, Kraig got sick yesterday which means I got no sleep.
So I spent all night thinking about how I was going to write a blog about effing SNORING.
Yeah you heard me bitches. Snoring. Boring topic? Suck it.
See I can handle a bit of snoring...I'm a pretty heavy sleeper and I associate snoring with some level of manliness in a bizarre kind of way.
But...Kraig isn't consistent with his snoring, sometimes he doesn't at all sometimes it's ALL night, which to me means it's somewhat controllable, which pisses me off even more.
And he doesn't snore in rhythm...he snores in some haphazard way, mixed with LOUD yawning, grinding of teeth, mouth smacking, air chewing, random talking... Yeah the first few months I toughed it out and sometimes just kicked him gently in his sleep in order to rouse him a bit awake, long enough for him to stop and hopefully let me sleep.
Then it got to the phase where I started to get ANGRY, i mean seriously violently angry that he was keeping ME awake while he was in such deep sleep, he could chew and munch on the air and snore like a jackhammer...I feel like he's doing it on purpose, to upset me...so by morning I'm so rude to him, and he's like "wtf did I do?"....
People have asked me why I haven't gotten him those snoring nose strip thingies.... I refuse. Because I've asked him a billion times to go to the doctor (and what guy goes to the doctor? Apparently none of them), and I feel like it's HIS responsibility to get the damn nose strips. I feel like this is an episode of Everyone Loves Raymond or King Of Queens....seriously, it's not MY nose and he should go research this crap and let me get a decent night of sleep.
I think i'm perpetually cranky as a result...mixed with the cats, and I swear I haven't had a good night's sleep in ages. That's why I think napping is the most wonderful thing in the whole wide world....
If i ever get to heaven, I'm going to ask God to let me sleep for another 400 million years.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Death
Last night I went through hell to drive to Anaheim to pick up my friend Jenn, her husband Chris, and her stepson Will. I haven't seen her in around 9 years, and it was fantastic catching up with her.
We even had a blast as stupid me got lost (my goal was to take them somewhere out of Anaheim, since they're going to spend the rest of their trip there anyway), had dinner...good times...
Coming back, driving on Beach blvd somewhere in Huntington Beach/Garden Grove/Westminster, late at night, two cars in front of me start swerving.
So I slam on the brakes and start edging to the right lane.
Jenn asks "what's that noise?" (it was this high pitched constant squeeling yelping noise) and I start to say "Oh it's my brakes..." (because my brakes have issues, don't ask)...
Suddenly she says "OH MY GOD IT'S A DOG!" and I see that the car two cars up had hit this big pit bull. My initial reaction was that of when I see any roadkill...like it makes me sad, upset, but what can I do....
And then my brain clicked....dog barking...cars swerving...this just happened...that dog is ALIVE.......
So I park my immediately in the right lane of this massive road (ha right in front of a homeless guy), me and Chris jump out of the car and run to the middle of the road, where the dog is.
the f*cking bastard that hit the dog drove off. I hope someone decides to douse him with gas and light him on fire one day...just for fun
Fortunately a couple in an SUV stopped their car right in front of the dog, so at least there was clearance. Poor guy was panting, and bleeding, and me and the couple were trying to call random numbers...I mean, what do you do? I didn't know the area, I couldn't just take the dog to the nearest animal hospital. So the girl is trying to call the local police, and we're realizing we're not 100% which city we were in (it was Beach and 19th street, if anyone cares)...the guy is trying to call animal control, I'm trying to call animal control...
And all we're getting are answering machines.
I so badly wanted to let that dog know that SOMEONE cared...maybe the jackass who hit him didn't, but WE did...and we all knew the dog was going to die...
...that dog BELONGED to someone, it had a harness on, possibly because it broke free from it's fence or whatever.
Finally a dude from AAA across the street came over, and through the mix of emotions he was saying how a vet was needed to really put the dog to sleep (or something to that effect...at this point I was calling Nicole B, because if anyone knows what to do when it comes to animal emergencies, it's her)....the dog at this point was pretty much dead, if not a death's door....
...all this time we're still in the middle of the road, causing massive traffic...
So the AAA guy, grabs the dog's harness and DRAGS him to the median strip.
I swear I almost projectile vomitted.
The couple at this point got back in their SUV and drove off....and the AAA guy was saying something, Chris heard it I wasn't paying attention because I was trying to wrap myself around the fact this dog had died...the girl in the SUV said he was still alive 'cause his tail twitched, but if you know anything about death then you know that there's still serious electricity that goes through the body and twitching happens even half an hour after death.
Eventually we ran back to the car, poor Jenn and Will (she was a little freaked that I had parked right next to a homeless guy in the ghetto)....and Will kept saying how sad he was for the dog...and Chris was like "I can't believe you got out of the car" (this was the first time I met him, I get the impression he thought I was a little too girly girl for that type of behavior)...
We made the best of the rest of the night (becuase it took forever to get home, long story), and overall I had a wonderful night...
...but I can't stop thinking about that dog.
the blood in the middle of the road was so THICK...it looked like paint....
There's few times in my life i've seen an animal die.
I saw a ton of cows and camels get slaughtered by knife (yep, good ol' Ramadhan...and Pakistan...because i'm old skool like that), and I remember seeing my uncle cut up the meat and there were PILES of cow meat and they were MOVING and I was like "uh...wtf..." (I was around 12 at the time) and being the doctor in the family, he explained the part about electricity moving through after death blah blah...
And then I had to put Rusty to sleep last year, and I researched the hell out of it in order to know what to expect....
Let it be known, I'm heartless when it comes to humans. Had that been a HUMAN that got hit, I probably would have only stuck around for the morbid factor along with the potential that I would have gotten into legal trouble if I drove off after having seen what happened. NOT because I would care at all for the pain and suffering of the human. Humans are generally evil in my mind, and it takes alot for me to feel sympathy for complete strangers
When it comes to animals, I'm the biggest sap. I have this HUGE need to represent those that can't speak for themselves. I'd like to think that if i got hit by a car, i'd still know I got hit by a car. That dog didn't know...all it knew is one minute it was fine, next minute it was in extreme pain. And it probably felt SO alone. The girl in the SUV was petting the dog's head...I sure hope that consoled him...if just a little...
I'm in the biggest daze right now...I'm surprised I didn't cry at all after I dropped Jenn/Chris/Will off last night at their hotel...it just seemed like a bad movie, but the knot in my stomach is growing, and I'm sure at some point today it'll hit me that I saw an animal DIE, and I heard it's pain, and nothing we did could stop that from happening.
I'm going to go pet Marmalade and Stash now and let them know that they're spoiled brats, but I love them to death.
We even had a blast as stupid me got lost (my goal was to take them somewhere out of Anaheim, since they're going to spend the rest of their trip there anyway), had dinner...good times...
Coming back, driving on Beach blvd somewhere in Huntington Beach/Garden Grove/Westminster, late at night, two cars in front of me start swerving.
So I slam on the brakes and start edging to the right lane.
Jenn asks "what's that noise?" (it was this high pitched constant squeeling yelping noise) and I start to say "Oh it's my brakes..." (because my brakes have issues, don't ask)...
Suddenly she says "OH MY GOD IT'S A DOG!" and I see that the car two cars up had hit this big pit bull. My initial reaction was that of when I see any roadkill...like it makes me sad, upset, but what can I do....
And then my brain clicked....dog barking...cars swerving...this just happened...that dog is ALIVE.......
So I park my immediately in the right lane of this massive road (ha right in front of a homeless guy), me and Chris jump out of the car and run to the middle of the road, where the dog is.
the f*cking bastard that hit the dog drove off. I hope someone decides to douse him with gas and light him on fire one day...just for fun
Fortunately a couple in an SUV stopped their car right in front of the dog, so at least there was clearance. Poor guy was panting, and bleeding, and me and the couple were trying to call random numbers...I mean, what do you do? I didn't know the area, I couldn't just take the dog to the nearest animal hospital. So the girl is trying to call the local police, and we're realizing we're not 100% which city we were in (it was Beach and 19th street, if anyone cares)...the guy is trying to call animal control, I'm trying to call animal control...
And all we're getting are answering machines.
I so badly wanted to let that dog know that SOMEONE cared...maybe the jackass who hit him didn't, but WE did...and we all knew the dog was going to die...
...that dog BELONGED to someone, it had a harness on, possibly because it broke free from it's fence or whatever.
Finally a dude from AAA across the street came over, and through the mix of emotions he was saying how a vet was needed to really put the dog to sleep (or something to that effect...at this point I was calling Nicole B, because if anyone knows what to do when it comes to animal emergencies, it's her)....the dog at this point was pretty much dead, if not a death's door....
...all this time we're still in the middle of the road, causing massive traffic...
So the AAA guy, grabs the dog's harness and DRAGS him to the median strip.
I swear I almost projectile vomitted.
The couple at this point got back in their SUV and drove off....and the AAA guy was saying something, Chris heard it I wasn't paying attention because I was trying to wrap myself around the fact this dog had died...the girl in the SUV said he was still alive 'cause his tail twitched, but if you know anything about death then you know that there's still serious electricity that goes through the body and twitching happens even half an hour after death.
Eventually we ran back to the car, poor Jenn and Will (she was a little freaked that I had parked right next to a homeless guy in the ghetto)....and Will kept saying how sad he was for the dog...and Chris was like "I can't believe you got out of the car" (this was the first time I met him, I get the impression he thought I was a little too girly girl for that type of behavior)...
We made the best of the rest of the night (becuase it took forever to get home, long story), and overall I had a wonderful night...
...but I can't stop thinking about that dog.
the blood in the middle of the road was so THICK...it looked like paint....
There's few times in my life i've seen an animal die.
I saw a ton of cows and camels get slaughtered by knife (yep, good ol' Ramadhan...and Pakistan...because i'm old skool like that), and I remember seeing my uncle cut up the meat and there were PILES of cow meat and they were MOVING and I was like "uh...wtf..." (I was around 12 at the time) and being the doctor in the family, he explained the part about electricity moving through after death blah blah...
And then I had to put Rusty to sleep last year, and I researched the hell out of it in order to know what to expect....
Let it be known, I'm heartless when it comes to humans. Had that been a HUMAN that got hit, I probably would have only stuck around for the morbid factor along with the potential that I would have gotten into legal trouble if I drove off after having seen what happened. NOT because I would care at all for the pain and suffering of the human. Humans are generally evil in my mind, and it takes alot for me to feel sympathy for complete strangers
When it comes to animals, I'm the biggest sap. I have this HUGE need to represent those that can't speak for themselves. I'd like to think that if i got hit by a car, i'd still know I got hit by a car. That dog didn't know...all it knew is one minute it was fine, next minute it was in extreme pain. And it probably felt SO alone. The girl in the SUV was petting the dog's head...I sure hope that consoled him...if just a little...
I'm in the biggest daze right now...I'm surprised I didn't cry at all after I dropped Jenn/Chris/Will off last night at their hotel...it just seemed like a bad movie, but the knot in my stomach is growing, and I'm sure at some point today it'll hit me that I saw an animal DIE, and I heard it's pain, and nothing we did could stop that from happening.
I'm going to go pet Marmalade and Stash now and let them know that they're spoiled brats, but I love them to death.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
If you wannabe my lover...ugh it's stuck in my head
I stayed a bit late at work last night to wrap up some stuff, picked up a prescription, went to Carrie's place for "poker"...
Poker = girls sitting around talking with poker chips still in their case.
Carrie, thank you thank you thank you...I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard I almost busted a gut crying...
Although i do have a food hangover...ugh...me and hormones makes for very, very bad appetites. Ugh. And i didn't get to the gym last night because Kraig said that Lost was worth watching, so I watched that and went to bed at 12:30.
So just some random thoughts on boys and love and sex and all the other good stuff that comes with them....
you'd think that I woudn't even care about this stuff, because I'm married...but I feel like as a married person, removed from the "game", that I have a whole new perspective on things. And i'm always fascinated by the psychology of men/women/attraction...like why we're attracted to the things we are, is it because it's innate or are we trained to learn it? One book I love for this stuff is Survival of the Prettiest...about how we're predispositioned to mate with particular traits....
Let's start with the big one: Love.
It seems like the ball is in the guy's court with saying "ILY" first, because as a chick everyone thinks that you're dyyyyying to fall in love so you'll say it to just anyone. I"m very fascinated with women who can say it first, becuase I would never, ever EVER have the balls to do that. Never. EVER. I can't handle rejection just asking a guy out on a date, let alone saying "hey, my heart is out there on the wall with a big target on it, let's see if you're gonna stab it"...
I also have the general 3-month rule.
(more on the 3 month rule later, but for right now, i'm discussing it in terms of love). I figure, you have to date the person for 3 months before you're allowed to even THINK this stuff. However, in my experience, the guy has always jumped the gun and said "i love you" before that 3 month mark....
Note:this is for when you've started dating guys off the bat from just having met them. If you've known the guy for months/years...well then that effs up my theory.
And it's also important to add in the first 3 months, i'm FUN GIRL....so of course the guy is probably gonna say "ILY" in the first 3 months, because i act like i'm crazy fun and the PERFECT girl...um yeah that goes straight to hell after 3 months. Then it's "crazy un-fun nagging beotch who complains and stops shaving her legs"
Only once in my life have i ever said ILY back to a guy who said it to me and I didn't mean it, it was my ex that i dated for a year between high school and university... i said it because I didn't want to crush him but really...he was WAY too catholic for me...and I have no issues with any religion, but i mean...he was UBER catholic...and he only had point four percent body fat, and I felt like a heffer around him (he was 119lbs! He was really into sports)...and a total mama's boy (I can understand that all men are...but this dude....it was like Trey on Sex and The City)...and he was just a total p*ssy and I have this thing...
If a guy can't carry me out of a burning building, then I can't be with him.
I know, realistically if i were a guy even if I were 6'5 200lbs I might still be like "I could save her...but then i'd have to hear her bitch about the smoke in her hair for the next month...i'm sure the firefighters will save her in time, i'm outta here!"....
But anyway, with D~, I honestly felt like i would be the one carrying HIM, and that's just not cool. But i did do the awful thing of saying ILY back to him, it was the only time, and I harbor that guilt against Cupid to this day.
So now that we've discussed love...
Well there's no much that I can say about sex, since this is a public site and plenty is meant to be private, but what i can say is that I'm still fascinated with how people today are supposed to use dental dams. It just doesn't make SENSE. The whole point is that if you're using latex, it doesn't have holes in it...but dental dams have that one in the middle...so what's the point of using it? I'm so fascinated with what teenagers/young adults/whoever have to do these days in order to get their groove on.
So now to discuss boys in general....
Nicole pointed something out...how chicks worry about stuff like marriage counselling, how to make relationships work, etc...and yet, guys don't care.
BUT...guys are not past bitching about what's wrong in the relationship, and I"ve heard from plenty of guys how i don't put in efforts, blah blah.
So how is it that guys are quick to complain, but they don't offer effing SOLUTIONS?! Heck, even "more sex" is a solution, better than nothing. Or "give me more beer". Anything.
Speaking of: when I'm dating a guy, a guy who drives fast and drinks beer is hot. When i'm married to them, that kind of behavior is almost outlawed. And yet, those things are hot. So really women, you are voluntarily making your guy less hot by marrying them, because all those things that are sexy really aren't great for disability insurance or your wallet. My poor, poor husband...he can't win.
On a different note, the most annoying songs according to Maxim:
Maxim has composed a list of the most annoying songs in descending order:
"Hollaback Girl," Gwen Stefani It's great on the CD, not so much on the radio
"Your Body Is A Wonderland," John Mayer I hate John Mayer
"My Heart Will Go On," Celine Dion Actually, I don't mind this song at all, and the Titanic soundtrack (all musical stuff, very few with lyrics) is pretty good
"Wonderful Christmas Time," Paul McCartney It's mall music, cut him some slack
"Wannabe," Spice Girls Yep, i agree
"Electric Boogie," Marcia Griffiths
"With Arms Wide Open," Creed I effing hate Creed
"Tom's Diner," Suzanne Vega
"Trapped In The Closet (Chapters 1-5)," R. Kelly The videos are kinda funny though.
"Pray," MC Hammer Dude, i LOVE this song! We got to pray, just to make it today...
"Nookie," Limp Bizkit
"Vertigo," U2
"Secret Garden (Jerry Maguire Version,", by Cuba Gooding Jr.
"It's A Small World," Hey it worked for Disney...
"Who Let The Dogs Out," by Baha Men I agree!
"This Kiss," by Faith Hill I think this song is so retarded, and yet it's catchy.
"I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)," by The Proclaimers It's only annoying when you're not drinking. With a bunch of strangers. In a bar. Where you can bounce up and down...drunk...
"The Girl Is Mine," by Michael Jackson & Paul McCartney Maybe, but The Boy Is Mine with Brandy is fantastic.
"We Like To Party," by Vengaboys Mother effer this song is horrible.
"Hey Baby," by No DoubtNot THE most annoying, but up there
Alright, i'm tired and i'm out.
Poker = girls sitting around talking with poker chips still in their case.
Carrie, thank you thank you thank you...I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard I almost busted a gut crying...
Although i do have a food hangover...ugh...me and hormones makes for very, very bad appetites. Ugh. And i didn't get to the gym last night because Kraig said that Lost was worth watching, so I watched that and went to bed at 12:30.
So just some random thoughts on boys and love and sex and all the other good stuff that comes with them....
you'd think that I woudn't even care about this stuff, because I'm married...but I feel like as a married person, removed from the "game", that I have a whole new perspective on things. And i'm always fascinated by the psychology of men/women/attraction...like why we're attracted to the things we are, is it because it's innate or are we trained to learn it? One book I love for this stuff is Survival of the Prettiest...about how we're predispositioned to mate with particular traits....
Let's start with the big one: Love.
It seems like the ball is in the guy's court with saying "ILY" first, because as a chick everyone thinks that you're dyyyyying to fall in love so you'll say it to just anyone. I"m very fascinated with women who can say it first, becuase I would never, ever EVER have the balls to do that. Never. EVER. I can't handle rejection just asking a guy out on a date, let alone saying "hey, my heart is out there on the wall with a big target on it, let's see if you're gonna stab it"...
I also have the general 3-month rule.
(more on the 3 month rule later, but for right now, i'm discussing it in terms of love). I figure, you have to date the person for 3 months before you're allowed to even THINK this stuff. However, in my experience, the guy has always jumped the gun and said "i love you" before that 3 month mark....
Note:this is for when you've started dating guys off the bat from just having met them. If you've known the guy for months/years...well then that effs up my theory.
And it's also important to add in the first 3 months, i'm FUN GIRL....so of course the guy is probably gonna say "ILY" in the first 3 months, because i act like i'm crazy fun and the PERFECT girl...um yeah that goes straight to hell after 3 months. Then it's "crazy un-fun nagging beotch who complains and stops shaving her legs"
Only once in my life have i ever said ILY back to a guy who said it to me and I didn't mean it, it was my ex that i dated for a year between high school and university... i said it because I didn't want to crush him but really...he was WAY too catholic for me...and I have no issues with any religion, but i mean...he was UBER catholic...and he only had point four percent body fat, and I felt like a heffer around him (he was 119lbs! He was really into sports)...and a total mama's boy (I can understand that all men are...but this dude....it was like Trey on Sex and The City)...and he was just a total p*ssy and I have this thing...
If a guy can't carry me out of a burning building, then I can't be with him.
I know, realistically if i were a guy even if I were 6'5 200lbs I might still be like "I could save her...but then i'd have to hear her bitch about the smoke in her hair for the next month...i'm sure the firefighters will save her in time, i'm outta here!"....
But anyway, with D~, I honestly felt like i would be the one carrying HIM, and that's just not cool. But i did do the awful thing of saying ILY back to him, it was the only time, and I harbor that guilt against Cupid to this day.
So now that we've discussed love...
Well there's no much that I can say about sex, since this is a public site and plenty is meant to be private, but what i can say is that I'm still fascinated with how people today are supposed to use dental dams. It just doesn't make SENSE. The whole point is that if you're using latex, it doesn't have holes in it...but dental dams have that one in the middle...so what's the point of using it? I'm so fascinated with what teenagers/young adults/whoever have to do these days in order to get their groove on.
So now to discuss boys in general....
Nicole pointed something out...how chicks worry about stuff like marriage counselling, how to make relationships work, etc...and yet, guys don't care.
BUT...guys are not past bitching about what's wrong in the relationship, and I"ve heard from plenty of guys how i don't put in efforts, blah blah.
So how is it that guys are quick to complain, but they don't offer effing SOLUTIONS?! Heck, even "more sex" is a solution, better than nothing. Or "give me more beer". Anything.
Speaking of: when I'm dating a guy, a guy who drives fast and drinks beer is hot. When i'm married to them, that kind of behavior is almost outlawed. And yet, those things are hot. So really women, you are voluntarily making your guy less hot by marrying them, because all those things that are sexy really aren't great for disability insurance or your wallet. My poor, poor husband...he can't win.
On a different note, the most annoying songs according to Maxim:
Maxim has composed a list of the most annoying songs in descending order:
"Hollaback Girl," Gwen Stefani It's great on the CD, not so much on the radio
"Your Body Is A Wonderland," John Mayer I hate John Mayer
"My Heart Will Go On," Celine Dion Actually, I don't mind this song at all, and the Titanic soundtrack (all musical stuff, very few with lyrics) is pretty good
"Wonderful Christmas Time," Paul McCartney It's mall music, cut him some slack
"Wannabe," Spice Girls Yep, i agree
"Electric Boogie," Marcia Griffiths
"With Arms Wide Open," Creed I effing hate Creed
"Tom's Diner," Suzanne Vega
"Trapped In The Closet (Chapters 1-5)," R. Kelly The videos are kinda funny though.
"Pray," MC Hammer Dude, i LOVE this song! We got to pray, just to make it today...
"Nookie," Limp Bizkit
"Vertigo," U2
"Secret Garden (Jerry Maguire Version,", by Cuba Gooding Jr.
"It's A Small World," Hey it worked for Disney...
"Who Let The Dogs Out," by Baha Men I agree!
"This Kiss," by Faith Hill I think this song is so retarded, and yet it's catchy.
"I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)," by The Proclaimers It's only annoying when you're not drinking. With a bunch of strangers. In a bar. Where you can bounce up and down...drunk...
"The Girl Is Mine," by Michael Jackson & Paul McCartney Maybe, but The Boy Is Mine with Brandy is fantastic.
"We Like To Party," by Vengaboys Mother effer this song is horrible.
"Hey Baby," by No DoubtNot THE most annoying, but up there
Alright, i'm tired and i'm out.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
divorce crap
So I’ve been looking into this, and one of they key problems with the stats is that they’re measure number of people who get married in X year vs. number that year that got divorced…as opposed to say just measuring EVERYONE who got married, ever vs. those that get divorced (like over a lifetime basically)…
The method preferred by social scientists in determining the divorce rate is
to calculate how many people who have ever married subsequently divorced.
Counted that way, the rate has never exceeded about 41 percent, researchers
say. Although sharply rising rates in the 1970's led some to project that
the number would keep increasing, the rate has instead begun to inch
downward.
And also apparently if you measure the educated folks (specifically, women) vs. non educated, there’s a significant difference as well (so unless you plan on marrying an uneducated chick....)
See what bugs me is that apparently after like 1990, the government stopped collecting marriage/divorce info on a detailed level...it just files the number of marriages that year, number of divorces.
Well okay let's discount everyone who's already been married once and divorced. Harsh, yes, but come on now...
So if you JUST look at first time marriages....then I want to know those stats. And i don't want to know for say 2005, becuase of course the people who got married in 2005 aren't the same as those who got divorced in 2005.
AND...i really want to know those who got married after the age of 25. I have friends who got married at 24, but 25 is just a nice happy number and really if you graduate when you're 23 (assuming you graduated, as per above note)...then 25 gives youp lenty of time to get engaged and get married....because i have little faith for anyone who gets married at like 19...heck, i think I got married way too young, and I was 25 at the time.
From divorcemag.com:
By John Gottman, Ph.D.
There are simple steps you can take to keep your marriage alive and healthy. Here are some ideas, which are described in detail in my book The Seven Principles for Making Marriage Work, that have been gleaned from over 20 years of research with hundreds of couples.
1. Seek help early. The average couple waits six years before seeking help for marital problems (and half of all marriages that end do so in the first seven years). Meaning the average couple lives with unhappiness for far too long.
Sabina's take: yeah well most therapists and crap only work 9-5, and it's a little difficult to take time off work for ANYTHING, let alone therapy that works wtih two people's schedules. AND if you assume a large chunk of people who get married are young and broke and starting out...how are you supposed to afford that?!
2. Edit yourself. Couples who avoid saying every angry thought when discussing touchy topics are consistently the happiest.
Sabina's take: yeah no kidding einstein. I'm sure the fact that i just THINK "you're an effing jackass" is still better than if i ever SAID it. WTF. I need to get me a PhD...
3. Be careful how you "start up" a conversation. Arguments first "start up" because a spouse sometimes escalates the conflict from the get-go by making a dramatic, angry, or upsetting remark in a confrontational tone.
Sabina's take: yeah i'll give the dude this one. Jumping down one's throat off the bat doesn't help. That being said...ify ou're stuck sitting around stewing over an issue, it's hard NOT to.
4. A marriage succeeds to the extent that the husband can accept influence from his wife. If a woman says, "Do you have to work Thursday night? My mother is coming that weekend, and I need your help getting ready," a husband who replies, "My plans are set, and I'm not changing them," is a guy in a shaky marriage.
A husband's ability to be persuaded by his wife is so critical because, research shows, women are already well practiced at accepting influence from men, and a true partnership only occurs when a husband is able to do so as well.
Sabina's take: well...this is kinda biased saying that women are already influenced...so either that means we're easy going, or we're whipped. You know, i've got no comment on this....i've only got one husband, and he's very good at changing his plans for me (maybe not when we weren't engaged, but as a Husband he's wonderful for this). No comment.
5. Happy couples have high standards for each other even as newlyweds. The most successful couples are those who, even as newlyweds, refused to accept hurtful behavior from one another. The lower the level of tolerance for bad behavior in the beginning of a relationship, the happier the couple is down the road.
Sabina's take: wouldn't this apply even when you're dating? The sooner you put the smackdown, the better. You set the stage for what you'll accept. It's hard to be a diva off the bat though.
6. Successful couples know how to exit an argument. Happy couples know how to repair the situation before an argument gets completely out of control. Successful repair attempts include: gossiping about other people together (very useful); changing the topic to something completely unrelated; throwing in some humor; stroking your partner with a caring remark ("I understand that this is hard for you"); making it clear you're on common ground ("This is our problem"); backing down (in marriage, as in the martial art Aikido, you have to yield to win); and, in general, offering signs of appreciation for your partner and his or her feelings along the way ("I really appreciate and want to thank you for...")
Sabina's take: yeah yeah this is the part where you show your sign of maturity...fighting happens, HOW you fight is what matters. Yadda yadda.
7. Focus on the bright side. In a happy marriage, couples make five times as many positive statements to and about each other and their relationship than negative ones: "We laugh a lot" as opposed to "We never have fun." A good marriage must have a rich climate of positivity. Make deposits to your emotional bank account.
Sabina's take: that emotional bank account part is the most retarded corniest thing i've ever heard.
There's not much point to this blog...I just wanted to research this stuff because I don't like thinking that marriage has so many odds against it. I do think there's ways to make sure it'll survive...most of them being not getting married young, blah blah...so...there.
I gotta remember to record America's Next Top Model tonight.
And Lost.
And i gotta go to the gym after poker, 'cause last night I passed out at 9pm after doing crazy amounts of dishes and doing 40 mins of ironing. I suck at ironing...men's clothing is easy, because it's all big. Women's stuff is fitted, so there's folds and nips and tucks and everything's smaller, so once you've ironed one part you've wrinkled another.
Seriously, i hate people.
I mean, REALLY hate people.
All day I've thought about how much life would be easier...without people! I'd have alot less stress and i'd be way more productive.
The method preferred by social scientists in determining the divorce rate is
to calculate how many people who have ever married subsequently divorced.
Counted that way, the rate has never exceeded about 41 percent, researchers
say. Although sharply rising rates in the 1970's led some to project that
the number would keep increasing, the rate has instead begun to inch
downward.
And also apparently if you measure the educated folks (specifically, women) vs. non educated, there’s a significant difference as well (so unless you plan on marrying an uneducated chick....)
See what bugs me is that apparently after like 1990, the government stopped collecting marriage/divorce info on a detailed level...it just files the number of marriages that year, number of divorces.
Well okay let's discount everyone who's already been married once and divorced. Harsh, yes, but come on now...
So if you JUST look at first time marriages....then I want to know those stats. And i don't want to know for say 2005, becuase of course the people who got married in 2005 aren't the same as those who got divorced in 2005.
AND...i really want to know those who got married after the age of 25. I have friends who got married at 24, but 25 is just a nice happy number and really if you graduate when you're 23 (assuming you graduated, as per above note)...then 25 gives youp lenty of time to get engaged and get married....because i have little faith for anyone who gets married at like 19...heck, i think I got married way too young, and I was 25 at the time.
From divorcemag.com:
By John Gottman, Ph.D.
There are simple steps you can take to keep your marriage alive and healthy. Here are some ideas, which are described in detail in my book The Seven Principles for Making Marriage Work, that have been gleaned from over 20 years of research with hundreds of couples.
1. Seek help early. The average couple waits six years before seeking help for marital problems (and half of all marriages that end do so in the first seven years). Meaning the average couple lives with unhappiness for far too long.
Sabina's take: yeah well most therapists and crap only work 9-5, and it's a little difficult to take time off work for ANYTHING, let alone therapy that works wtih two people's schedules. AND if you assume a large chunk of people who get married are young and broke and starting out...how are you supposed to afford that?!
2. Edit yourself. Couples who avoid saying every angry thought when discussing touchy topics are consistently the happiest.
Sabina's take: yeah no kidding einstein. I'm sure the fact that i just THINK "you're an effing jackass" is still better than if i ever SAID it. WTF. I need to get me a PhD...
3. Be careful how you "start up" a conversation. Arguments first "start up" because a spouse sometimes escalates the conflict from the get-go by making a dramatic, angry, or upsetting remark in a confrontational tone.
Sabina's take: yeah i'll give the dude this one. Jumping down one's throat off the bat doesn't help. That being said...ify ou're stuck sitting around stewing over an issue, it's hard NOT to.
4. A marriage succeeds to the extent that the husband can accept influence from his wife. If a woman says, "Do you have to work Thursday night? My mother is coming that weekend, and I need your help getting ready," a husband who replies, "My plans are set, and I'm not changing them," is a guy in a shaky marriage.
A husband's ability to be persuaded by his wife is so critical because, research shows, women are already well practiced at accepting influence from men, and a true partnership only occurs when a husband is able to do so as well.
Sabina's take: well...this is kinda biased saying that women are already influenced...so either that means we're easy going, or we're whipped. You know, i've got no comment on this....i've only got one husband, and he's very good at changing his plans for me (maybe not when we weren't engaged, but as a Husband he's wonderful for this). No comment.
5. Happy couples have high standards for each other even as newlyweds. The most successful couples are those who, even as newlyweds, refused to accept hurtful behavior from one another. The lower the level of tolerance for bad behavior in the beginning of a relationship, the happier the couple is down the road.
Sabina's take: wouldn't this apply even when you're dating? The sooner you put the smackdown, the better. You set the stage for what you'll accept. It's hard to be a diva off the bat though.
6. Successful couples know how to exit an argument. Happy couples know how to repair the situation before an argument gets completely out of control. Successful repair attempts include: gossiping about other people together (very useful); changing the topic to something completely unrelated; throwing in some humor; stroking your partner with a caring remark ("I understand that this is hard for you"); making it clear you're on common ground ("This is our problem"); backing down (in marriage, as in the martial art Aikido, you have to yield to win); and, in general, offering signs of appreciation for your partner and his or her feelings along the way ("I really appreciate and want to thank you for...")
Sabina's take: yeah yeah this is the part where you show your sign of maturity...fighting happens, HOW you fight is what matters. Yadda yadda.
7. Focus on the bright side. In a happy marriage, couples make five times as many positive statements to and about each other and their relationship than negative ones: "We laugh a lot" as opposed to "We never have fun." A good marriage must have a rich climate of positivity. Make deposits to your emotional bank account.
Sabina's take: that emotional bank account part is the most retarded corniest thing i've ever heard.
There's not much point to this blog...I just wanted to research this stuff because I don't like thinking that marriage has so many odds against it. I do think there's ways to make sure it'll survive...most of them being not getting married young, blah blah...so...there.
I gotta remember to record America's Next Top Model tonight.
And Lost.
And i gotta go to the gym after poker, 'cause last night I passed out at 9pm after doing crazy amounts of dishes and doing 40 mins of ironing. I suck at ironing...men's clothing is easy, because it's all big. Women's stuff is fitted, so there's folds and nips and tucks and everything's smaller, so once you've ironed one part you've wrinkled another.
Seriously, i hate people.
I mean, REALLY hate people.
All day I've thought about how much life would be easier...without people! I'd have alot less stress and i'd be way more productive.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Ohhh...that hurts.
Five thousand
two hundred
sixty one
and
fifty cents
$5261.50
Paid my property taxes in full just now.
Ouch. At least they're a bit cheaper than last year.
That better be a pretty tax write off for next year.
ouch
ouch
ouch
Oh that's hurtin'...bad....
two hundred
sixty one
and
fifty cents
$5261.50
Paid my property taxes in full just now.
Ouch. At least they're a bit cheaper than last year.
That better be a pretty tax write off for next year.
ouch
ouch
ouch
Oh that's hurtin'...bad....
Crackalicious
Must
wake
up
Just to take up space:
What's your favorite....
Beverage (non-alc) ? If calories count: diet pepsi, no ice. If they don't: shirley temples.
Color ? baby blue...baby pink...blood red...
Food ? poutine...pizza...anything salty...although i gotta have my bagels...oatmeal raisin cookies...dammit now i'm hungry
Item of clothing ? jeans jeans jeans...and a great push up bra
Meal of the day ? breakfast, which i don't normally eat daily, unless I get good ol' bagels
Feature on yourself ? my nails (yeah, you're scrounging to like a part of yourself when....)
Quality in a guy ? I LOVE the back of a guy's neck. And his hands. But the back of the neck is sooooo important...you can't get it on with a guy if you can't give in to licking the back of his neck without being like "eww nasty"....
Phrase ? "mother effer" ..."suck it"..."wtf"..."what the hell"..."that's retarded"....
Song ? Too many to list.
Musical Artist/Band ? Overall...Madonna always wins for her longevity.
Sport ? I like playing Ultimate Frisbee...but to watch on ESPN cheerleading competitions are always entertaining
Movie ? T2...Desperado...Running Man...CLUELESS....Joy Luck Club....once again, the list is too long...
TV Show ? Simpsons...Desperate Housewives...Lost...Anything on VH1/MTV (like Real World, Laguna Beach, all that crap)...America's Next Top Model...The OC of course...SNL...
Radio Station ? Howard Stern in the morning (whatever station that is), and then KFI640 (the John and Ken show on am) after work
Type of Chocolate ? OMG anything with hazelnuts. I die for Ferrero Rocher. I mean, serious, DIE for that stuff (or Baci)...amazing how not a single guy has ever given me that but gives me crap like FLOWERS even though I workedi n a flower shop and really...i'd rather have Ferrero Rocher annnnyyyyy day...
Eye Color ? Depends...either really light blue eyes on a guy with brown hair...or dark, dark, dark mysterious eyes
Do you/Have you ever....
Have any pets ? yep
Have any piercings ? yes
Have any tatoos ? (which is spelled wrong) nope
Cheat on a boyfriend/girlfriend: yep
Gone skinny dipping ? nope...and it's not that i wouldn't...i just think that things in a lake might try to bite my gonads, and i need that extra layer of protective clothing!
Been to Europe ? yep
Been to an island ? yep
Had stitches ? yep, and i've got a nasty scar on my forehead as a result
Broken any bones ? nope
Been stabbed/shot ? egads, hell no
Slept until after 12:00 ? that's retarded...of course.
Stayed up all night ? obviously
Hooked up with 2 people in one weekend ? ugh...yes....
Turned down a dare ? obviously!
Which friend....
Is the funniest ? I can honestly say that Nic B cracks me...otherwise, Erin (yeah i've got friends in Canada, northern cali, and SoCal...kind of a large pool to pick from)
Is the prettiest ? Stacey, hands down
Is the most handsom ? Evan's mighty fine
Is the loudest ? Christine...
Is the craziest ? Crap...i don't know. Everyone's gotten pretty subdued in their old age.
Is the most shy ? Stefanie is at first (unless there's alcohol lol)...Sylvia...
Is the most loving ? Sylvia
Is the most understanding ? I think everyone is, to a certain degree.
Is the most boring ? lol no one i would name here
Is the richest ? Marlene always seems to hav boatloads of money to go shopping
Is the most athletic ? Sylvia
Is the most cocky ? Beatriz lol....
Is the most wordly/cultured ? Carrie
Do you look up to the most ? I look up to all my friends in different ways...that's why i love my friends, there's so much i can learn from each of them
Do you tell everything to ? I'm not telling, otherwise everyone else will bug them for into
Has the best clothes ? Stef's been doing the most shopping sprees
Has the best house ? Erin, hands down...
Would you ever....
Eat pizza with chocolate chips ? Isn't that dessert pizza?
Kiss someone of the same sex ? Sure why not
Cheat on someone you love ? I did, and I regretted it because I think deep down, he knew
Run away from home ? Kinda...moving to Cali "spontaneously" is kind of running away from home.
Lie to your parents ? That's the most retarded question yet. I'll let you know when i tell the truth.
Lie to your boyfriend/girlfriend ? obviously
Lie to your best friend ? I'm sure i have...when you say "it's him, you're perfect" really you mean "you became a psycho, and i don't blame him for dumping you but i can' tell you because your self esteem can't hack it"...
Give a homeless person money ? yep...i don't normally...but the first time I was in San Francisco, it was Xmas time and right outside of that huge Tiffany's store there was a homeless guy with a sign that said "FAMISHED"...just one word...and I thought, that was BRILLIANT marketing on his part, because that single word outside of Tiffany's made the biggest impact.
Run from the police ? no, 'cause i'm gonna get busted anyway
Bungee jump ? I'd like to...
Sky dive ? I'd LOVE to.... i really do want to try it soon
Cross dress ? sure
Be an exotic dancer ? If i got fake boobs, fer sure!
Walk out of a restaurant without paying ? nope, that requires WAY too much balls
Scuba dive ?I'd like to try
Go rock climbing ? sure, why not
Go spulunking (caving) ? that sounds retarded
What do you think of when you hear....
Eminem ? blond dude with angst
Bologna ? my dad (don't ask)
Hott ? well it's spelled wrong....
Orange ? candy
Real world ? Stupid Danny and Melinda
Jack ? the osbourne kid
Cucumber ? stuff to put on my eyes
Hip-Hop ? that stupid Soul Train show
Uniform ? flashbacks of past jobs
UniCORN ! ? "The Last Unicorn" movie
Rainbow ? a ton of gold
Clown ? Pennywise...
onto other subjects
So last night I meant to do some serious vacuuming, because I can't even breathe in my own home, but I was SOOOO exhausted I crashed on the couch and didn't move until 10pm when it was time to go to the gym. If i had an SUV, i'd sleep in my car every single day at lunch. I'm SO frickin' tired.
So US weekly had some "Lost" spoilers/clues, if you don't want to read then skip the rest of this blog....
Clue 1: Desmond
Could he be....Satan? In a stadium flashback, Desmond asked an injured Jack why he was running "like the devil was chasing you" and vowed "see you in another life". Turns out Desmond lives in the hatch - and looks quite smug to see Jack on the premises.
Sabina's take: yeah, he could be Satan...because there's been so many references to this whole island being purgatory and all that...but...that's a stretch.
Clue 2: The Numbers
4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42. Hurley's bad lottery numbers add up to more mysteries. A sampling: they're printed on Desmond's medicine vials, he appears to type them on his computer, and he peddles his stationary bike at 16mph. "We'll learn about the numbers this season" says exec producer Carlton Cuse.
Sabina's take: that's old news, they've been played and hinted at so often that it's not a mystery anymore anyway.
Clue 3: the mural
The colorful artwork on the hatch is full of crytpic info. note the 108 (the sum of Hurley's numbers) plus stick figures, an arrow, a house, and the word SICK. And bear in mind: the word "quarantine" is marked INSIDE the hatch door (as in, Don't leave!) and an illness killed Danielle's crew.
Sabina's take: yeah the gathered the quarantine had to do with what Danielle was griping about, however I didn't catch that it was written on the INSIDE...that's awesome. The 108 thing also doesn't phase me, that number is everywhere all the time.
Clue 4: Rutherford
Unbeknownst to Jack, his pre-island life is linked to Shannon. A flashback reveals that his patient Sarah (whom he would later marry, played by Julie Bowen) rammed her car into an SUV. The driver, who died in the ER, was Adam Rutherford - Shannon's dad. Naturally, his time of death was 8:15am
Sabina's take: this one i totally didn't catch. I actually argued with Kraig about the hospital chick, because Julie Bowen didn't play her this season, that was last season, and she's a famous-enough actress that you just can't replace her like that...so that was stupid on the part of Lost. But the Rutherford thing, i KNEW I wasn't catching what the background "link" was....each episode has one...
Clue 5: Walt
The kidnapped castaway appeared dripping wet, whispering to Shannon, and then vanished. His message, played backwards "press the button. No button is bad". Walt's powers may explain his cameo, but Cuse tells US "he's not omniscient. He doesn't ahve full control over the powers.
Sabina's take: yeah like i'm gonna play something BACKWARDS on my tv. wtf. But interesting to know.
One last note...
The song of the day is Crash by Gwen Stefani
Drive back baby to me fast in your car
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
Now you know you're qualified
You're in the pole position
Put it in first gear,
step on the pedal and drive fast
That's a fantastic CD.
Speaking of...i'm going to DIE waiting for November 15.....
wake
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Just to take up space:
What's your favorite....
Beverage (non-alc) ? If calories count: diet pepsi, no ice. If they don't: shirley temples.
Color ? baby blue...baby pink...blood red...
Food ? poutine...pizza...anything salty...although i gotta have my bagels...oatmeal raisin cookies...dammit now i'm hungry
Item of clothing ? jeans jeans jeans...and a great push up bra
Meal of the day ? breakfast, which i don't normally eat daily, unless I get good ol' bagels
Feature on yourself ? my nails (yeah, you're scrounging to like a part of yourself when....)
Quality in a guy ? I LOVE the back of a guy's neck. And his hands. But the back of the neck is sooooo important...you can't get it on with a guy if you can't give in to licking the back of his neck without being like "eww nasty"....
Phrase ? "mother effer" ..."suck it"..."wtf"..."what the hell"..."that's retarded"....
Song ? Too many to list.
Musical Artist/Band ? Overall...Madonna always wins for her longevity.
Sport ? I like playing Ultimate Frisbee...but to watch on ESPN cheerleading competitions are always entertaining
Movie ? T2...Desperado...Running Man...CLUELESS....Joy Luck Club....once again, the list is too long...
TV Show ? Simpsons...Desperate Housewives...Lost...Anything on VH1/MTV (like Real World, Laguna Beach, all that crap)...America's Next Top Model...The OC of course...SNL...
Radio Station ? Howard Stern in the morning (whatever station that is), and then KFI640 (the John and Ken show on am) after work
Type of Chocolate ? OMG anything with hazelnuts. I die for Ferrero Rocher. I mean, serious, DIE for that stuff (or Baci)...amazing how not a single guy has ever given me that but gives me crap like FLOWERS even though I workedi n a flower shop and really...i'd rather have Ferrero Rocher annnnyyyyy day...
Eye Color ? Depends...either really light blue eyes on a guy with brown hair...or dark, dark, dark mysterious eyes
Do you/Have you ever....
Have any pets ? yep
Have any piercings ? yes
Have any tatoos ? (which is spelled wrong) nope
Cheat on a boyfriend/girlfriend: yep
Gone skinny dipping ? nope...and it's not that i wouldn't...i just think that things in a lake might try to bite my gonads, and i need that extra layer of protective clothing!
Been to Europe ? yep
Been to an island ? yep
Had stitches ? yep, and i've got a nasty scar on my forehead as a result
Broken any bones ? nope
Been stabbed/shot ? egads, hell no
Slept until after 12:00 ? that's retarded...of course.
Stayed up all night ? obviously
Hooked up with 2 people in one weekend ? ugh...yes....
Turned down a dare ? obviously!
Which friend....
Is the funniest ? I can honestly say that Nic B cracks me...otherwise, Erin (yeah i've got friends in Canada, northern cali, and SoCal...kind of a large pool to pick from)
Is the prettiest ? Stacey, hands down
Is the most handsom ? Evan's mighty fine
Is the loudest ? Christine...
Is the craziest ? Crap...i don't know. Everyone's gotten pretty subdued in their old age.
Is the most shy ? Stefanie is at first (unless there's alcohol lol)...Sylvia...
Is the most loving ? Sylvia
Is the most understanding ? I think everyone is, to a certain degree.
Is the most boring ? lol no one i would name here
Is the richest ? Marlene always seems to hav boatloads of money to go shopping
Is the most athletic ? Sylvia
Is the most cocky ? Beatriz lol....
Is the most wordly/cultured ? Carrie
Do you look up to the most ? I look up to all my friends in different ways...that's why i love my friends, there's so much i can learn from each of them
Do you tell everything to ? I'm not telling, otherwise everyone else will bug them for into
Has the best clothes ? Stef's been doing the most shopping sprees
Has the best house ? Erin, hands down...
Would you ever....
Eat pizza with chocolate chips ? Isn't that dessert pizza?
Kiss someone of the same sex ? Sure why not
Cheat on someone you love ? I did, and I regretted it because I think deep down, he knew
Run away from home ? Kinda...moving to Cali "spontaneously" is kind of running away from home.
Lie to your parents ? That's the most retarded question yet. I'll let you know when i tell the truth.
Lie to your boyfriend/girlfriend ? obviously
Lie to your best friend ? I'm sure i have...when you say "it's him, you're perfect" really you mean "you became a psycho, and i don't blame him for dumping you but i can' tell you because your self esteem can't hack it"...
Give a homeless person money ? yep...i don't normally...but the first time I was in San Francisco, it was Xmas time and right outside of that huge Tiffany's store there was a homeless guy with a sign that said "FAMISHED"...just one word...and I thought, that was BRILLIANT marketing on his part, because that single word outside of Tiffany's made the biggest impact.
Run from the police ? no, 'cause i'm gonna get busted anyway
Bungee jump ? I'd like to...
Sky dive ? I'd LOVE to.... i really do want to try it soon
Cross dress ? sure
Be an exotic dancer ? If i got fake boobs, fer sure!
Walk out of a restaurant without paying ? nope, that requires WAY too much balls
Scuba dive ?I'd like to try
Go rock climbing ? sure, why not
Go spulunking (caving) ? that sounds retarded
What do you think of when you hear....
Eminem ? blond dude with angst
Bologna ? my dad (don't ask)
Hott ? well it's spelled wrong....
Orange ? candy
Real world ? Stupid Danny and Melinda
Jack ? the osbourne kid
Cucumber ? stuff to put on my eyes
Hip-Hop ? that stupid Soul Train show
Uniform ? flashbacks of past jobs
UniCORN ! ? "The Last Unicorn" movie
Rainbow ? a ton of gold
Clown ? Pennywise...
onto other subjects
So last night I meant to do some serious vacuuming, because I can't even breathe in my own home, but I was SOOOO exhausted I crashed on the couch and didn't move until 10pm when it was time to go to the gym. If i had an SUV, i'd sleep in my car every single day at lunch. I'm SO frickin' tired.
So US weekly had some "Lost" spoilers/clues, if you don't want to read then skip the rest of this blog....
Clue 1: Desmond
Could he be....Satan? In a stadium flashback, Desmond asked an injured Jack why he was running "like the devil was chasing you" and vowed "see you in another life". Turns out Desmond lives in the hatch - and looks quite smug to see Jack on the premises.
Sabina's take: yeah, he could be Satan...because there's been so many references to this whole island being purgatory and all that...but...that's a stretch.
Clue 2: The Numbers
4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42. Hurley's bad lottery numbers add up to more mysteries. A sampling: they're printed on Desmond's medicine vials, he appears to type them on his computer, and he peddles his stationary bike at 16mph. "We'll learn about the numbers this season" says exec producer Carlton Cuse.
Sabina's take: that's old news, they've been played and hinted at so often that it's not a mystery anymore anyway.
Clue 3: the mural
The colorful artwork on the hatch is full of crytpic info. note the 108 (the sum of Hurley's numbers) plus stick figures, an arrow, a house, and the word SICK. And bear in mind: the word "quarantine" is marked INSIDE the hatch door (as in, Don't leave!) and an illness killed Danielle's crew.
Sabina's take: yeah the gathered the quarantine had to do with what Danielle was griping about, however I didn't catch that it was written on the INSIDE...that's awesome. The 108 thing also doesn't phase me, that number is everywhere all the time.
Clue 4: Rutherford
Unbeknownst to Jack, his pre-island life is linked to Shannon. A flashback reveals that his patient Sarah (whom he would later marry, played by Julie Bowen) rammed her car into an SUV. The driver, who died in the ER, was Adam Rutherford - Shannon's dad. Naturally, his time of death was 8:15am
Sabina's take: this one i totally didn't catch. I actually argued with Kraig about the hospital chick, because Julie Bowen didn't play her this season, that was last season, and she's a famous-enough actress that you just can't replace her like that...so that was stupid on the part of Lost. But the Rutherford thing, i KNEW I wasn't catching what the background "link" was....each episode has one...
Clue 5: Walt
The kidnapped castaway appeared dripping wet, whispering to Shannon, and then vanished. His message, played backwards "press the button. No button is bad". Walt's powers may explain his cameo, but Cuse tells US "he's not omniscient. He doesn't ahve full control over the powers.
Sabina's take: yeah like i'm gonna play something BACKWARDS on my tv. wtf. But interesting to know.
One last note...
The song of the day is Crash by Gwen Stefani
Drive back baby to me fast in your car
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
Now you know you're qualified
You're in the pole position
Put it in first gear,
step on the pedal and drive fast
That's a fantastic CD.
Speaking of...i'm going to DIE waiting for November 15.....
Monday, October 03, 2005
As the world implodes, we fall into it
So I didn't put the song of the day...we'll make it Thief by Our Lady Peace
I can't see that thief
That lives inside of your head
But I can be some courage at
The side of you bed
I don't know what's happening
And I can't pretend
I love OLP...i've seen them a thousand times in concert...I couldn't find my Naveed album this morning, I don't know if it's in my car or not...or heck,do I even have it or did everyone else always have it and i just kept hearing it in their car?
Speaking of music, I'm going to DIE waiting for the new Madonna album...here's a clip of the single...WTF I have to wait 6 weeks? The last album doesn't even count, stupid American Life...I didn't even buy it, which is the only album of hers I've never owned...just keep your stupid political opinions to yourself and stick to dance music and indecent coffee books.
Alright Stefanie, you might possibly have won....I think we've figured out collectively how to max out the dude from the Taco place....if we can keep getting chips and guacamole, then we've done our job.
After work today, i'm gonna go home and take the biggest mother effing nap EVER. And then vacuum. And then fix the hem on my pants. And then iron the big pile i've got.
Oh wait ughghghgh I've got to get to that stupid dry cleaner that effed up my dress. Not only is it the principal of the matter, but it's friggin' VELVET...and I live in California! There's a very fine window in which I can wear that dress, and I wanted to wear it for the company holiday party. My body is SO bizarre and shaped weird, dresses just don't fit me right. Heck, i still have some of my prom dresses just because they at least look okay on my weird effed up body shape.
Yes i'm still in the middle of booking vegas. Right now the options are to either leave at 8am and get there insanely early, or leave at 9pm and get there kinda late...i'm all for option 1 and then taking a nap the minute we get the hotel room. More roulette time.
Today is one of those days where I hate people.
Oh wait...that's every day. My bad.
Today is one of those days where I hate people so much, i want to shove a fork in my eye.
Crap that's still every day.
Okay how about:
Today is one of thsoe days where I hate people so bad, I want to knaw my own arm off and beat people with it.
Ohhh yeahhh...can you dig it?
______
renata_ims: walmart is selling a cross cutter for 30 $, so we bought one
sabinaims: okay
renata_ims: paid your visa too
sabinaims: i can do that! Seriously I feel bad.
renata_ims: its ok, u buy something over there
renata_ims: besides u got your property tax coming up
sabinaims: yeah it's over $5000...
renata_ims: its a killer
sabinaims: yup
renata_ims: u and kraig work so hard
sabinaims: yup
renata_ims: u deserve a little help now and then, dont worry, its not that much
sabinaims: thank you
renata_ims: np
renata_ims: just because we live apart, doest mean one can help a bit
sabinaims: okay
renata_ims: how is the weather down there? miss sitting on your patio
sabinaims: dry and hot
renata_ims: cross cutters are usually very expensive, so we were lucky
sabinaims: what's a cross cutter
renata_ims: oh those cutting paper machines, u know
renata_ims: shredder lol
renata_ims: even shreds visa cards
sabinaims: paper shredder
sabinaims: good, the strip kind is bad
renata_ims: yes hehe
renata_ims: well i listened to your advise and returned it, but the the cross cutter is so expensive everywhere
renata_ims: c u later
sabinaims: okay
I can't see that thief
That lives inside of your head
But I can be some courage at
The side of you bed
I don't know what's happening
And I can't pretend
I love OLP...i've seen them a thousand times in concert...I couldn't find my Naveed album this morning, I don't know if it's in my car or not...or heck,do I even have it or did everyone else always have it and i just kept hearing it in their car?
Speaking of music, I'm going to DIE waiting for the new Madonna album...here's a clip of the single...WTF I have to wait 6 weeks? The last album doesn't even count, stupid American Life...I didn't even buy it, which is the only album of hers I've never owned...just keep your stupid political opinions to yourself and stick to dance music and indecent coffee books.
Alright Stefanie, you might possibly have won....I think we've figured out collectively how to max out the dude from the Taco place....if we can keep getting chips and guacamole, then we've done our job.
After work today, i'm gonna go home and take the biggest mother effing nap EVER. And then vacuum. And then fix the hem on my pants. And then iron the big pile i've got.
Oh wait ughghghgh I've got to get to that stupid dry cleaner that effed up my dress. Not only is it the principal of the matter, but it's friggin' VELVET...and I live in California! There's a very fine window in which I can wear that dress, and I wanted to wear it for the company holiday party. My body is SO bizarre and shaped weird, dresses just don't fit me right. Heck, i still have some of my prom dresses just because they at least look okay on my weird effed up body shape.
Yes i'm still in the middle of booking vegas. Right now the options are to either leave at 8am and get there insanely early, or leave at 9pm and get there kinda late...i'm all for option 1 and then taking a nap the minute we get the hotel room. More roulette time.
Today is one of those days where I hate people.
Oh wait...that's every day. My bad.
Today is one of those days where I hate people so much, i want to shove a fork in my eye.
Crap that's still every day.
Okay how about:
Today is one of thsoe days where I hate people so bad, I want to knaw my own arm off and beat people with it.
Ohhh yeahhh...can you dig it?
______
renata_ims: walmart is selling a cross cutter for 30 $, so we bought one
sabinaims: okay
renata_ims: paid your visa too
sabinaims: i can do that! Seriously I feel bad.
renata_ims: its ok, u buy something over there
renata_ims: besides u got your property tax coming up
sabinaims: yeah it's over $5000...
renata_ims: its a killer
sabinaims: yup
renata_ims: u and kraig work so hard
sabinaims: yup
renata_ims: u deserve a little help now and then, dont worry, its not that much
sabinaims: thank you
renata_ims: np
renata_ims: just because we live apart, doest mean one can help a bit
sabinaims: okay
renata_ims: how is the weather down there? miss sitting on your patio
sabinaims: dry and hot
renata_ims: cross cutters are usually very expensive, so we were lucky
sabinaims: what's a cross cutter
renata_ims: oh those cutting paper machines, u know
renata_ims: shredder lol
renata_ims: even shreds visa cards
sabinaims: paper shredder
sabinaims: good, the strip kind is bad
renata_ims: yes hehe
renata_ims: well i listened to your advise and returned it, but the the cross cutter is so expensive everywhere
renata_ims: c u later
sabinaims: okay
IM with my mom some more
My_mom: hi
My_mom: are u there
My_mom:
My_mom: cute buzz
My_mom: not there
My_mom: hope everything is ok?
My_mom: c u
ME: i'm here now
My_mom: whats up etc
ME: nothing
My_mom: how are the cats, what did u do over the weekend?
ME: the cats are fine, i was out of town this weekend
My_mom: where?
ME: palm springs
My_mom: ok
My_mom: hope u have some cash left in the bank
ME: a little
My_mom: whats new
My_mom: what else is new
My_mom: marmalade had any spills lately?
My_mom: cats still fighting?
ME: cats are fine, still cute
My_mom: i bet, smokey too is cute
ME: aww
My_mom: anyway have to go the dentist and afterwards to the bank, c u
ME: have fun
My_mom: are u there
My_mom:
My_mom: cute buzz
My_mom: not there
My_mom: hope everything is ok?
My_mom: c u
ME: i'm here now
My_mom: whats up etc
ME: nothing
My_mom: how are the cats, what did u do over the weekend?
ME: the cats are fine, i was out of town this weekend
My_mom: where?
ME: palm springs
My_mom: ok
My_mom: hope u have some cash left in the bank
ME: a little
My_mom: whats new
My_mom: what else is new
My_mom: marmalade had any spills lately?
My_mom: cats still fighting?
ME: cats are fine, still cute
My_mom: i bet, smokey too is cute
ME: aww
My_mom: anyway have to go the dentist and afterwards to the bank, c u
ME: have fun
Of L'il Bratz and other meatnormous tales
NOTE: I'm too tired to check for spelling and what not, so bite me if this doesn't sound like English. Or Spanglish. Or Franglais.
Mother effer, I'm TIRED.
Came home yesterday around 5ish, just in time to get my VH1 celebReality show groove on....after that I washed up and crawled into bed, barely able to stay awake for Desperate Housewives (As much as I love the show...Mary Alice's voiceovers are getting effing annoying).
So let's go through Sunday night's tv lineup...
My Fair Brady: Adrian and Chris Knight were on Howard this morning...I have to give her credit, the show does make her out to be SUPER clingy and annoying. As for the show...I love my girlfriends, but I am NOT showering with them.
Which actually brings back a memory...
In high school for gym class they organized some "wilderness women's" retreat, which I"m sure I was supposed to learn alot of self-awareness and all that crap but I didn't, probably because i do NOT do nature and being in a cabin is roughing it up too much for me. Anyway the shower situation was grim...it was kind of an open concept, like just a big room with showerheads and that's it. So my friends Christine, Erin, and I went SUPER late at night 'cause we didn't want to go when the other people were showering (insert part where I scared the crap out of erin because she's a scaredy cat and we were walking through the woods, alone...yeah i'm a mean beatch, i prey upon others' fears)...
So Christine and Erin are on one wall getting ready to shower, and i'm on the other, and i was like "okay guys we can be cool about this, just no one turn around 'kay?"...and they were all chillin'...but then the MINUTE i took my clothes off I had a massive flip and just kept screaming "DO NOT TURN AROUND!"...Erin, already freaked out from the walk in the woods, was CRYING 'cause i was screaming, and Christine almost bust a gut laughing, and I'm screaming the entire time in hysterics.
Fast forward a few years, and one of the things in my yearbook is "do not turn around!"...ahhh good times...
back to VH1 and the tv shows....
Surreal Life: the cast this year is so horrible, and I only watch because I adore Janice Dickinson...but my GOD Celebrities are so vacant it's crazy. It's only 2 weeks out of their lives and they're CRYING over sheeat...like I could live 14 days with people and they could all DIE and I wouldn't cry. WTF.
Breaking Bonaduce: I swear, there's something about this show that hits me hard. Maybe it's because unlike all the happy-go-lucky shows...this one is dark, violent, and probably the most real out there. When Danny was begging Gretchen not to leave, I'm blown away that she did...I would have stayed...and not because I'm a good wife...but because he looked DERANGED. I mean, there was something in his eyes, I was waiting for him to stab himself.
I don't know why I even get emotional over that stupid show, but when he pours the vodka in the huge cranberry juice bottle, and just CHUGS the entire thing, straight, without spilling a drop...I almost threw up, because it was so crazy to see someone violently attacking themselves, abusing themselves, self destructing...it's almost too personal, because you can only imagine how much self-hatred that person must be feeling to risk everything they have and love in order to numb that pain and destroy themselves.
on to happier subjects...
Just some random thoughts:
--I'm wearing my new shoes today. Well, one of my new shoes. They're black satin with a little silver bow. So cute. Yeah. I'm a chick. I like shoes. Suck it.
--I'm so upset the OC won't be on for another month...wtf am I supposed to do on Thursdays without the OC? I feel...lost..empty...the horror, the horror.
--My skin got SO jacked up palm springs, I mean the air was so disgustingly dry...I'm thinking of seeing a dermatologist because I'm terrified i'm going to have SCARS. wtf. I should look into buying a humidifier for the girls' trip in 2 weekends.
--I think breakup sex is a necessary evil. It's a requirement really, to end any relationship. It's not over until you get that last burst out of your system.
--I think I need to take another bagel break, because I had 2 this morning ooozing with strawberry cream cheese and i'm STILL hungry, wtf. I'm thinking no bagels for 3 weeks.
--My friend Jenn is coming to town this weekend, and i'm so excited to see her it's crazy out of control.
--YES I KNOW GET OFF MY BACK...I still have to book my flight to Vegas. I'll do it today. I promise. Or else that flight will cost me $300.
--This week I also vow to get decent life insurance...I"m going to be f*cked if Kraig gets hit by a bus tomorrow. I'd have to sell the house.
--And mother effer, get that advanced medical directive stuff taken care of too...wtf!! (Slaps self for being so lazy).
--I got Sylvia's birthday gift, and it's SO cute (can't write it here), and damn it's amazing I had the self restraint to not buy myself one as well...
--Seriously...the weather was SO dry...I think i'm going to douse myself with baby oil when I get home today...skin is NOT looking too pretty right now.
--Why is it that when you're at work, time goes a the speed of lard...but when you're on a weekend getaway time goes by WAYYYYYYYY too fast?!!
--I want another bagel. Mother. Effer.
--They're offering subsidized flu shots here at work...I've never gotten one before...but being the cheap bastard I am, they could give out the FLU itself and I'll be like "it's free? Sure why not?"...
--There is absolutely nothing more fabulous than Tazo Passion Tea with 2 packets of Splenda...
--I gained 3 effing pounds this weekend. If i don't go to the gym tonight, I owe Caroline $100. (And yes I know it takes 3 days for food to become official poundage on your body, but you know what? Suck it.)
--I think the more each day goes by, the dumber I get. I promise you, I was once a genius. Now...I'm vying for the Anna Nicole Smith Girl Wonder award.
Mother effer, I'm TIRED.
Came home yesterday around 5ish, just in time to get my VH1 celebReality show groove on....after that I washed up and crawled into bed, barely able to stay awake for Desperate Housewives (As much as I love the show...Mary Alice's voiceovers are getting effing annoying).
So let's go through Sunday night's tv lineup...
My Fair Brady: Adrian and Chris Knight were on Howard this morning...I have to give her credit, the show does make her out to be SUPER clingy and annoying. As for the show...I love my girlfriends, but I am NOT showering with them.
Which actually brings back a memory...
In high school for gym class they organized some "wilderness women's" retreat, which I"m sure I was supposed to learn alot of self-awareness and all that crap but I didn't, probably because i do NOT do nature and being in a cabin is roughing it up too much for me. Anyway the shower situation was grim...it was kind of an open concept, like just a big room with showerheads and that's it. So my friends Christine, Erin, and I went SUPER late at night 'cause we didn't want to go when the other people were showering (insert part where I scared the crap out of erin because she's a scaredy cat and we were walking through the woods, alone...yeah i'm a mean beatch, i prey upon others' fears)...
So Christine and Erin are on one wall getting ready to shower, and i'm on the other, and i was like "okay guys we can be cool about this, just no one turn around 'kay?"...and they were all chillin'...but then the MINUTE i took my clothes off I had a massive flip and just kept screaming "DO NOT TURN AROUND!"...Erin, already freaked out from the walk in the woods, was CRYING 'cause i was screaming, and Christine almost bust a gut laughing, and I'm screaming the entire time in hysterics.
Fast forward a few years, and one of the things in my yearbook is "do not turn around!"...ahhh good times...
back to VH1 and the tv shows....
Surreal Life: the cast this year is so horrible, and I only watch because I adore Janice Dickinson...but my GOD Celebrities are so vacant it's crazy. It's only 2 weeks out of their lives and they're CRYING over sheeat...like I could live 14 days with people and they could all DIE and I wouldn't cry. WTF.
Breaking Bonaduce: I swear, there's something about this show that hits me hard. Maybe it's because unlike all the happy-go-lucky shows...this one is dark, violent, and probably the most real out there. When Danny was begging Gretchen not to leave, I'm blown away that she did...I would have stayed...and not because I'm a good wife...but because he looked DERANGED. I mean, there was something in his eyes, I was waiting for him to stab himself.
I don't know why I even get emotional over that stupid show, but when he pours the vodka in the huge cranberry juice bottle, and just CHUGS the entire thing, straight, without spilling a drop...I almost threw up, because it was so crazy to see someone violently attacking themselves, abusing themselves, self destructing...it's almost too personal, because you can only imagine how much self-hatred that person must be feeling to risk everything they have and love in order to numb that pain and destroy themselves.
on to happier subjects...
Just some random thoughts:
--I'm wearing my new shoes today. Well, one of my new shoes. They're black satin with a little silver bow. So cute. Yeah. I'm a chick. I like shoes. Suck it.
--I'm so upset the OC won't be on for another month...wtf am I supposed to do on Thursdays without the OC? I feel...lost..empty...the horror, the horror.
--My skin got SO jacked up palm springs, I mean the air was so disgustingly dry...I'm thinking of seeing a dermatologist because I'm terrified i'm going to have SCARS. wtf. I should look into buying a humidifier for the girls' trip in 2 weekends.
--I think breakup sex is a necessary evil. It's a requirement really, to end any relationship. It's not over until you get that last burst out of your system.
--I think I need to take another bagel break, because I had 2 this morning ooozing with strawberry cream cheese and i'm STILL hungry, wtf. I'm thinking no bagels for 3 weeks.
--My friend Jenn is coming to town this weekend, and i'm so excited to see her it's crazy out of control.
--YES I KNOW GET OFF MY BACK...I still have to book my flight to Vegas. I'll do it today. I promise. Or else that flight will cost me $300.
--This week I also vow to get decent life insurance...I"m going to be f*cked if Kraig gets hit by a bus tomorrow. I'd have to sell the house.
--And mother effer, get that advanced medical directive stuff taken care of too...wtf!! (Slaps self for being so lazy).
--I got Sylvia's birthday gift, and it's SO cute (can't write it here), and damn it's amazing I had the self restraint to not buy myself one as well...
--Seriously...the weather was SO dry...I think i'm going to douse myself with baby oil when I get home today...skin is NOT looking too pretty right now.
--Why is it that when you're at work, time goes a the speed of lard...but when you're on a weekend getaway time goes by WAYYYYYYYY too fast?!!
--I want another bagel. Mother. Effer.
--They're offering subsidized flu shots here at work...I've never gotten one before...but being the cheap bastard I am, they could give out the FLU itself and I'll be like "it's free? Sure why not?"...
--There is absolutely nothing more fabulous than Tazo Passion Tea with 2 packets of Splenda...
--I gained 3 effing pounds this weekend. If i don't go to the gym tonight, I owe Caroline $100. (And yes I know it takes 3 days for food to become official poundage on your body, but you know what? Suck it.)
--I think the more each day goes by, the dumber I get. I promise you, I was once a genius. Now...I'm vying for the Anna Nicole Smith Girl Wonder award.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
IM with mom, again...
Since people gripe that i don't write enough to my mom, here's more of a convo:
My_Mom: hi
My_Mom: r u there?
ME: i'm heren ow
ME: now
My_Mom: hi
My_Mom: whats up
ME: nothing
My_Mom: she buzzes me
ME: hows smokey
My_Mom: doing good
My_Mom: he is a happy cat
My_Mom: likes to cuddle a lot in his old age
ME: yup
My_Mom: going to pay your visa bill, no need to send any money, buy something to sleep in that spare room instead
My_Mom: pay it next week, like monday
My_Mom: dad is home the past few days, his back is bad
My_Mom: was raining whole morning, very windy, effects of hurricane rita
My_Mom: so are u going to buy something for the spare room?
she buzzes me
My_Mom: hehe
ME: buy what?
My_Mom: something to sleep in your spare room
ME: i need to clear it out first
My_Mom: i know, but i pay your visa here, that will free up cash for it
My_Mom: we are coming next april for a few days
My_Mom: anyway, c u
ME: how much is the bill? I"ll pay for it, it's okay
My_Mom: 380, u gave me 100 $ from uncle zak, so its 280
My_Mom: dont worry
ME: canaidan money...do you want me to send a check for $200US?
My_Mom: dont worry i said
ME: I'm a bad daughter. I'll pay the bill.
My_Mom: oh man u are so silly
My_Mom: if u think u are bad, why dont u better yourself then
ME: I try but i always fail.
My_Mom: u are doing ok, disagreements happen
My_Mom: what u should try is ... less arguing
ME: okay. I still should pay my own bill though.
My_Mom: well it will even it out when we stay with u
My_Mom: dad went from san jose to victoria the last time, so he still has an open return ticket to ottawa, which he has to use by april
My_Mom: so we go to tarik, fly down to u for a few days, like maybe wednesday/thursday to monday, that gives us the weekend with u, u can show us around then, so dad has met kraig and seen house
My_Mom: wouldnt look good to juliana if we wouldn't visit u
My_Mom: anyway, going offline for a bit, c u later
ME: okay
My_Mom: hi
My_Mom: r u there?
ME: i'm heren ow
ME: now
My_Mom: hi
My_Mom: whats up
ME: nothing
My_Mom: she buzzes me
ME: hows smokey
My_Mom: doing good
My_Mom: he is a happy cat
My_Mom: likes to cuddle a lot in his old age
ME: yup
My_Mom: going to pay your visa bill, no need to send any money, buy something to sleep in that spare room instead
My_Mom: pay it next week, like monday
My_Mom: dad is home the past few days, his back is bad
My_Mom: was raining whole morning, very windy, effects of hurricane rita
My_Mom: so are u going to buy something for the spare room?
she buzzes me
My_Mom: hehe
ME: buy what?
My_Mom: something to sleep in your spare room
ME: i need to clear it out first
My_Mom: i know, but i pay your visa here, that will free up cash for it
My_Mom: we are coming next april for a few days
My_Mom: anyway, c u
ME: how much is the bill? I"ll pay for it, it's okay
My_Mom: 380, u gave me 100 $ from uncle zak, so its 280
My_Mom: dont worry
ME: canaidan money...do you want me to send a check for $200US?
My_Mom: dont worry i said
ME: I'm a bad daughter. I'll pay the bill.
My_Mom: oh man u are so silly
My_Mom: if u think u are bad, why dont u better yourself then
ME: I try but i always fail.
My_Mom: u are doing ok, disagreements happen
My_Mom: what u should try is ... less arguing
ME: okay. I still should pay my own bill though.
My_Mom: well it will even it out when we stay with u
My_Mom: dad went from san jose to victoria the last time, so he still has an open return ticket to ottawa, which he has to use by april
My_Mom: so we go to tarik, fly down to u for a few days, like maybe wednesday/thursday to monday, that gives us the weekend with u, u can show us around then, so dad has met kraig and seen house
My_Mom: wouldnt look good to juliana if we wouldn't visit u
My_Mom: anyway, going offline for a bit, c u later
ME: okay
Email from the Ex....
This is just part of an email...he emailed a friend who emailed his ex girlfriend who's my friend to get a hold of me, so I emailed him, he emailed me, I emailed him back asking for clarity on something since it related to that effing psychic, and this is part of his reply:
As for the premonition, I was super scared for you, it was ultra weird.. We were in this castle which was similar to the mansion at Allerton Park (Illinois), and you and I were talking and spending time together, and then I got this very uneasy feeling and you were like, okay, I'm leaving, bye, out of the blue, and I called out to you, but you were already gone and I couldn't seem to get in touch with you... When I woke up, I had this terrible sense of loss, and maybe I've left out some minor intimate details, but I was really scared that something bad had happened to you - like I had to warn you, but for some reason I can't remember exactly what I had to warn you about... I wish I had more detail, but I am a little sketchy right now... I just had this pressing sense I HAD to call you, like I did about five years ago. I was worried. I hope you're okay.
Please tell me about the psychic.
Regards,
A.
As for the premonition, I was super scared for you, it was ultra weird.. We were in this castle which was similar to the mansion at Allerton Park (Illinois), and you and I were talking and spending time together, and then I got this very uneasy feeling and you were like, okay, I'm leaving, bye, out of the blue, and I called out to you, but you were already gone and I couldn't seem to get in touch with you... When I woke up, I had this terrible sense of loss, and maybe I've left out some minor intimate details, but I was really scared that something bad had happened to you - like I had to warn you, but for some reason I can't remember exactly what I had to warn you about... I wish I had more detail, but I am a little sketchy right now... I just had this pressing sense I HAD to call you, like I did about five years ago. I was worried. I hope you're okay.
Please tell me about the psychic.
Regards,
A.
Mr Hall, how do I answer that? The topic is Haiti and she's talking about some dinner party
OMG i have so much work that needs to be done before tomorrow morning. I'm sure i'll be stuck at work forever tonight.
I really meant to work out last night, but serious exhaustion...I napped for an hour, and then crashed at 10pm.
America's Next Top Model is so insanely fabulous, it's disgusting. The only thing that's missing is good ol' Janice...they couldn't find another bitchy ex-model? Twiggy is WAY too...vanilla...I mean, no one even knew her personality back then as anything other than a vacant thin girl with great eyelashes.
OMG I just spilled my tazo passion tea all over my keyboard and myself. wtf.
Speaking of my keyboard, clearly I'm a huge pig when I sit at my desk...I've got crumbs EVERYWHERE. I think I've already bugged IT enough times for spray air this year (like there's only so many cans you can go through before they start to get annoyed, and you NEVER want IT to be annoyed with you!).
Ugh the gel wrist thingy is all wet. Eww.
And yes, I know, I still haven't booked my flight to vegas. I need to, the costs keep going up, but I just got hit for the bill to renew my wedding ring insurance, which itself isn't that expensive but I need to get it re-appraised and I don't know any jewelers that I trust here in the OC (not that my stone is huge or anything...I just don't like the idea of not having my ring with me, and it's all GIA certified, so I want to inspect the numbers after I get the ring back).
Lost was FABULOUS last night. Amazing. Five thumbs up. Much more of a "regular" Lost episode than last week's was. Plus....we got to see Sawyer! I love that guy. I just don't see how the show could possibly go on past another year...if you assume each year is 44 days to them, well after 88 days by next year I think the novelty will wear off and I"ll expet them to get eaten by thte jolly green giant.
The song of the day (I think this already WAS a song of the day) is Shake It Off by Mariah Carey:
I gotta shake, shake it off
Gotta make that move
Find somebody who
Appreciates all the love I give
Ohhh yeahhhhh....
I really meant to work out last night, but serious exhaustion...I napped for an hour, and then crashed at 10pm.
America's Next Top Model is so insanely fabulous, it's disgusting. The only thing that's missing is good ol' Janice...they couldn't find another bitchy ex-model? Twiggy is WAY too...vanilla...I mean, no one even knew her personality back then as anything other than a vacant thin girl with great eyelashes.
OMG I just spilled my tazo passion tea all over my keyboard and myself. wtf.
Speaking of my keyboard, clearly I'm a huge pig when I sit at my desk...I've got crumbs EVERYWHERE. I think I've already bugged IT enough times for spray air this year (like there's only so many cans you can go through before they start to get annoyed, and you NEVER want IT to be annoyed with you!).
Ugh the gel wrist thingy is all wet. Eww.
And yes, I know, I still haven't booked my flight to vegas. I need to, the costs keep going up, but I just got hit for the bill to renew my wedding ring insurance, which itself isn't that expensive but I need to get it re-appraised and I don't know any jewelers that I trust here in the OC (not that my stone is huge or anything...I just don't like the idea of not having my ring with me, and it's all GIA certified, so I want to inspect the numbers after I get the ring back).
Lost was FABULOUS last night. Amazing. Five thumbs up. Much more of a "regular" Lost episode than last week's was. Plus....we got to see Sawyer! I love that guy. I just don't see how the show could possibly go on past another year...if you assume each year is 44 days to them, well after 88 days by next year I think the novelty will wear off and I"ll expet them to get eaten by thte jolly green giant.
The song of the day (I think this already WAS a song of the day) is Shake It Off by Mariah Carey:
I gotta shake, shake it off
Gotta make that move
Find somebody who
Appreciates all the love I give
Ohhh yeahhhhh....
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
IM with my mom
Today's IM....
Note: In Ontario/Canada, you can't buy liquor from just anywhere, like say Albertson's. You can only buy it from the liquore store (LCBO). And beer you buy from The Beer Store. That's it.
My_Mom: hi
My_Mom: r u there?
My_Mom: dad saw your visa bill, u bought something from LCBO. he said buying and giving alcohol to others is not allowed either,
My_Mom: it's like supporting the whole thing altogether, drinking and driving, drinking and violence etc
ME: yeah well someone wanted me to pick something up for them, so i did. I didn't think my father was going to review my visa bill.
My_Mom: he wasnt, he thought it was ours
My_Mom: he didnt look at the name
ME: ok
My_Mom: how much did those towels cost?
My_Mom: maybe I want u to pick up some more
ME: I don't know if they have them in stock, but i can check
My_Mom: accessories I would need a garbage can also, but it may be to heavy
ME: they didnt' have nice accessories for it
My_Mom: like it looks nice if its all the same
ME: okay
Good times, good times....
Note: In Ontario/Canada, you can't buy liquor from just anywhere, like say Albertson's. You can only buy it from the liquore store (LCBO). And beer you buy from The Beer Store. That's it.
My_Mom: hi
My_Mom: r u there?
My_Mom: dad saw your visa bill, u bought something from LCBO. he said buying and giving alcohol to others is not allowed either,
My_Mom: it's like supporting the whole thing altogether, drinking and driving, drinking and violence etc
ME: yeah well someone wanted me to pick something up for them, so i did. I didn't think my father was going to review my visa bill.
My_Mom: he wasnt, he thought it was ours
My_Mom: he didnt look at the name
ME: ok
My_Mom: how much did those towels cost?
My_Mom: maybe I want u to pick up some more
ME: I don't know if they have them in stock, but i can check
My_Mom: accessories I would need a garbage can also, but it may be to heavy
ME: they didnt' have nice accessories for it
My_Mom: like it looks nice if its all the same
ME: okay
Good times, good times....
I'm not touching that with a 60 foot pole
You know how sometimes you wake up and you think "ugh my hair looks like crap today" or "ugh my skin looks like crap today"...
Today is "ugh...I LOOK LIKE CRAP TODAY" day. I look like I fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.
I think it's safe to say that even when I bowl like a 5 year old kid....when I'm drinking...I can't bowl worth sheeat. Fabulous. Just effing fabulous.
Couldn't find a place to eat last night after (Nicole, now i want Pasta Pomodoro), so I just went home and then went to the gym at around 10:30 (saw the second half of Boston Legal).
Saw this online:
I hate this show, but I want James Spader to do naughty, naughty things to me.
Well I love the show, and really the person means the character Alan Shore...and yes, I think we all agree that we want Alan Shore to do his nastiest to us.
Speaking of nasty...I was running now on my magazine selections at the gym, which meant that I was forced to bring some of the men's magazines we get (why do we have a subscription to FHM, Stuff, Maxim, and Esquire when I'm the one who reads them all?!), so I brought the past 2 months' of Esquire with me to read.
So I read the following, and it made me think...
Is there any way to increase the volume of my ejaculate?
I'm sorry but no pill, shake, or dietary modifications will incrase the volume of your ejaculate, and if anyone tells your different, it's time ot sit down and really reassess that friendship. Most men product between 2.5 and 5 cc's per shot, which is equal to roughly a tablespoon and has a street value of about thirty dollars. Your measure is predetermined by God Himself and inscribed in the Book of LIfe next to your favorite ice cream. Yes, it is possible to achieve your personal most through abstinence, but dont' think you can save up enough to rewallpaper the Palace at Versailles or anything. After about 3 days, the fluid starts to get reabsorbed by the body, where it grows irritable and loses interest in activities it used to enjoy. Eventually, you'll forget it was ever there.
So this is interesting for a multiple of reasons:
1. I said yesterday that you get $20 for making a donation to the sperm bank. I see the rate has increased to $30. My bad.
2. I really did always think that if a guy drank more fluids, then he would shoot out more 'cause he's just got more hydration...like basically giving those swimmers a bigger pool to hang out in.
3. It only recently came to my attention that that stuff gets reabsorbed by the body. I thought it was a bunch of BS. I always thought that unless it gets shot back out, it goes back to whatever reservoir/baggie that's holding it within the male body until the next time round. Like let's say you get it on with a chick but you don't finish...well then I thought that went back and then say two days later you get it on again...well then the same sperm produced 2 days previous is what gets shot out,but i guess that wouldn't be too good if say you didn't get your rocks off for like 10 years or something.
Fascinating stuff.
As usual, the cats woke me up at an unGodly hour...when I go away anywhere I swear, I miss my cats so much it aches. I really do. The drive back always has me jumping up and down becuase I want nothing more than to run through the doors and snuggle Marmalade (which she hates). Like, it makes me sick how much i miss her. She's my buddy.
that being said....you have NO IDEA how much i'm looking forward to SLEEPING IN this weekend. This morning, it's all i could think about at Stash's tail kept flicking me in the effing face. yeah. You're cute. I know. get your fur out of my face and stop purring so damn loud and no that does NOT mean you can go in the boxspring and claw it up for hours.
I can't believe I missed Real World. Sigh.
Tonight's tv lineup: America's Next Top Model and Lost....plus I gotta catch up on the stuff I recorded.... OMG i love tv.
Today's song of the day: Listen to Your Heart by DHT...I hate that version, old skool Roxette is where it's at, but it's always on the radio so I might as well make it a song of the day.
Unrelated note: I was going to end the blog here, but my boss pointed out how no one was here because Barranca had serious traffic issues (I went on Alton, because I stopped to get a bagel, so I had no idea), and I knew that meant that everyone would come in and bitch and gripe and tell me all about it...I kid you not, for 10 minutes straight 3 women here were yakking about the cross streets they took...i'm going to ram my pen in my eye there's nothing more annoying than women either laughing or blabbering on about somethig or other. WOMEN ARE SO G*DDAMN ANNOYING!!!
Today is "ugh...I LOOK LIKE CRAP TODAY" day. I look like I fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.
I think it's safe to say that even when I bowl like a 5 year old kid....when I'm drinking...I can't bowl worth sheeat. Fabulous. Just effing fabulous.
Couldn't find a place to eat last night after (Nicole, now i want Pasta Pomodoro), so I just went home and then went to the gym at around 10:30 (saw the second half of Boston Legal).
Saw this online:
I hate this show, but I want James Spader to do naughty, naughty things to me.
Well I love the show, and really the person means the character Alan Shore...and yes, I think we all agree that we want Alan Shore to do his nastiest to us.
Speaking of nasty...I was running now on my magazine selections at the gym, which meant that I was forced to bring some of the men's magazines we get (why do we have a subscription to FHM, Stuff, Maxim, and Esquire when I'm the one who reads them all?!), so I brought the past 2 months' of Esquire with me to read.
So I read the following, and it made me think...
Is there any way to increase the volume of my ejaculate?
I'm sorry but no pill, shake, or dietary modifications will incrase the volume of your ejaculate, and if anyone tells your different, it's time ot sit down and really reassess that friendship. Most men product between 2.5 and 5 cc's per shot, which is equal to roughly a tablespoon and has a street value of about thirty dollars. Your measure is predetermined by God Himself and inscribed in the Book of LIfe next to your favorite ice cream. Yes, it is possible to achieve your personal most through abstinence, but dont' think you can save up enough to rewallpaper the Palace at Versailles or anything. After about 3 days, the fluid starts to get reabsorbed by the body, where it grows irritable and loses interest in activities it used to enjoy. Eventually, you'll forget it was ever there.
So this is interesting for a multiple of reasons:
1. I said yesterday that you get $20 for making a donation to the sperm bank. I see the rate has increased to $30. My bad.
2. I really did always think that if a guy drank more fluids, then he would shoot out more 'cause he's just got more hydration...like basically giving those swimmers a bigger pool to hang out in.
3. It only recently came to my attention that that stuff gets reabsorbed by the body. I thought it was a bunch of BS. I always thought that unless it gets shot back out, it goes back to whatever reservoir/baggie that's holding it within the male body until the next time round. Like let's say you get it on with a chick but you don't finish...well then I thought that went back and then say two days later you get it on again...well then the same sperm produced 2 days previous is what gets shot out,but i guess that wouldn't be too good if say you didn't get your rocks off for like 10 years or something.
Fascinating stuff.
As usual, the cats woke me up at an unGodly hour...when I go away anywhere I swear, I miss my cats so much it aches. I really do. The drive back always has me jumping up and down becuase I want nothing more than to run through the doors and snuggle Marmalade (which she hates). Like, it makes me sick how much i miss her. She's my buddy.
that being said....you have NO IDEA how much i'm looking forward to SLEEPING IN this weekend. This morning, it's all i could think about at Stash's tail kept flicking me in the effing face. yeah. You're cute. I know. get your fur out of my face and stop purring so damn loud and no that does NOT mean you can go in the boxspring and claw it up for hours.
I can't believe I missed Real World. Sigh.
Tonight's tv lineup: America's Next Top Model and Lost....plus I gotta catch up on the stuff I recorded.... OMG i love tv.
Today's song of the day: Listen to Your Heart by DHT...I hate that version, old skool Roxette is where it's at, but it's always on the radio so I might as well make it a song of the day.
Unrelated note: I was going to end the blog here, but my boss pointed out how no one was here because Barranca had serious traffic issues (I went on Alton, because I stopped to get a bagel, so I had no idea), and I knew that meant that everyone would come in and bitch and gripe and tell me all about it...I kid you not, for 10 minutes straight 3 women here were yakking about the cross streets they took...i'm going to ram my pen in my eye there's nothing more annoying than women either laughing or blabbering on about somethig or other. WOMEN ARE SO G*DDAMN ANNOYING!!!
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