From Entertainment Weekly online:
Most of the plot revolved around the kiddies, but the side dishes of trailer-park Julie Cooper and Sandy's Berkeley friend Paul Glass were welcome diversions. My favorite Julie moment: when she told her nameless, snobby neighbor she trying to ''keep it real'' with the U-Haul, then dismissively called the woman by her apartment number. Yeah! Up yours, 3F. The dinner party with Paul was good, too. After taking some heat for rarely including black characters in the show, The O.C. compensated by inviting one to dinner and then having everyone ditch him at the table — but not before he got in a pretty decent joke: ''What do you call a black guy that flies a plane? A pilot, you freaking racist.'' Ha.
I'm so glad I'm not the only one who died laughing at that Uhaul moment.
I've decided much in the spirit of my high school blog, i'm going to keep a Daily Tazo Count (DTC)...
Monday's count: only 3....I had alot of hot chocolate instead.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Monday, December 05, 2005
Why would I want a scented blog?
No time to write today
Just wanted to say that every time I think of this, I laugh:
Rachel Ray....30 minutes my ass!
And yes, I DID stand in line in the pouring rain for 4 hours just to see the size of her butt.
Just wanted to say that every time I think of this, I laugh:
Rachel Ray....30 minutes my ass!
And yes, I DID stand in line in the pouring rain for 4 hours just to see the size of her butt.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
My blog makes me laugh
This is effing hilarious:
http://www.collegehumor.com/articles/1636993/
(I realize that in my social circle growing up, i was the ugly one, but this is just to funny for words)...
He's not addicted to crystal meth....
I may very well pee my pants laughing right now.
http://www.collegehumor.com/articles/1636993/
(I realize that in my social circle growing up, i was the ugly one, but this is just to funny for words)...
He's not addicted to crystal meth....
I may very well pee my pants laughing right now.
My blog wears track pants
FYI people...
When you go skiing...your ski/snow pants are OUTERWEAR...
Therefore wearing say just your underwear (when it's warm skiing) under your ski pants is just WRONG...
Would you wear just your bra under your winter coat? NO! Not just because that's WEIRD....but also 'cause you don't wash your coat every time you wear it, and so you want to minimize the sweat on your body getting on your OUTERWEAR.
MAYBE i can understand shorts..i suppose...but i still think that's weird...wear yoga pants or something under those ski pants.
And thermal underwear, unless you get the good stuff, still has the word UNDERWEAR in there...so effing put some track pants or something over your thermal underwear and under your ski pants!
MOTHER EFFER people.
I'll come up with a song of the day later. Right now i've got Lifehouse in my head, which was already a song of the day.
When you go skiing...your ski/snow pants are OUTERWEAR...
Therefore wearing say just your underwear (when it's warm skiing) under your ski pants is just WRONG...
Would you wear just your bra under your winter coat? NO! Not just because that's WEIRD....but also 'cause you don't wash your coat every time you wear it, and so you want to minimize the sweat on your body getting on your OUTERWEAR.
MAYBE i can understand shorts..i suppose...but i still think that's weird...wear yoga pants or something under those ski pants.
And thermal underwear, unless you get the good stuff, still has the word UNDERWEAR in there...so effing put some track pants or something over your thermal underwear and under your ski pants!
MOTHER EFFER people.
I'll come up with a song of the day later. Right now i've got Lifehouse in my head, which was already a song of the day.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
now take that knife and turn it COUNTERclockwise
And there goes the other chunk of the pain that finally got posted:
Current Balance $2,744.97
Next Statement Date 12/08/05
Is it any wonder that my skin is freaking out? I thought briefly yesterday about getting a new car...and then I almost broke out in hives thinking about monthly payments again.
Current Balance $2,744.97
Next Statement Date 12/08/05
Is it any wonder that my skin is freaking out? I thought briefly yesterday about getting a new car...and then I almost broke out in hives thinking about monthly payments again.
What's more ghetto? My blog or my car?
You know this was going to happen.
My ghetto car....has reached UBER ghetto levels.
So far in 5 years I've replaced the brakes a dozen times and all four tires twice...it got keyed BADLY in 2001 when i parked at a Barnes & Nobles...the rear bumper is about to fall off thanks to a chick without a driver's license who ran into me in 2005...The right side has a huge dent when I hit something (yes, on the SIDE) when making a turn...the same month that I accidentally rear ended someone else (hey, to my defense i had to wake up earlier than usual and i was a zombie) and the front light is held up with a rubber band....
My car has been cleaned maybe 3 times, maybe a bit more only because Kraig is the one who would get embarassed and takes it in for me....
My cat has peed (through the holes in her carrier)in it more times than I care to explain.
The driver's side window can't roll back up after it's been rolled down. I don't valet my car because i'm cheap. I don't valet it because those valet guys always roll down my window even after I tell them NOT to do that.
All of this aside...my car was still fabulous because...IT'S PAID OFF.
But yesterday...yesterday my car officially became unacceptable.
I got in my car after work and went to move the driver's side visor (which has a bunch of my CDs in a holder) up...and I heard a "SNAP".
going to try to explain this highly untechnical bit of info now
The doohickey that kept my visor locked and rotating the hinge thingy had broken off.
This meant that the visor couldn't stay up, it flopped back down. And because there was no tension, i couldn't push it down close to the window like you would do if say it were sunny. It hung STRAIGHT down, which blocked my view.
So i thought I would pop out the visor and push it to the left driver's side window, you know?
Well in the process of trying to pop it out of the hinge thingy...the plastic bracket that was embedded into the visor BROKE right out. And then the long handle that held the visor wasn't strong enough to hold the visor in anyway, so that slid right out.
There I was....
A broken piece of hinged plastic
A visor
And left on my car was this long hinge thing (that was covered in grease).
I threw it all onto the floor and just drove home, since it was nighttime and it didn't matter anyway.
But...
The whole time i was FUMING.
My car is unacceptably ghetto now.
Later, at 10pm, I went to the gym...but I spent half an hour in my car trying to figure out a solution....which is hard when you don't keep anything in your car to hold stuff in anyway...but I used an old clip to smoosh the visor onto the hinge (it won't go down, and I can't put the CD holder on it anymore, but at least it's there for visual purposes....)...
I am THE biggest loser. Ever.
Losers like me don't get a song of the day!
My ghetto car....has reached UBER ghetto levels.
So far in 5 years I've replaced the brakes a dozen times and all four tires twice...it got keyed BADLY in 2001 when i parked at a Barnes & Nobles...the rear bumper is about to fall off thanks to a chick without a driver's license who ran into me in 2005...The right side has a huge dent when I hit something (yes, on the SIDE) when making a turn...the same month that I accidentally rear ended someone else (hey, to my defense i had to wake up earlier than usual and i was a zombie) and the front light is held up with a rubber band....
My car has been cleaned maybe 3 times, maybe a bit more only because Kraig is the one who would get embarassed and takes it in for me....
My cat has peed (through the holes in her carrier)in it more times than I care to explain.
The driver's side window can't roll back up after it's been rolled down. I don't valet my car because i'm cheap. I don't valet it because those valet guys always roll down my window even after I tell them NOT to do that.
All of this aside...my car was still fabulous because...IT'S PAID OFF.
But yesterday...yesterday my car officially became unacceptable.
I got in my car after work and went to move the driver's side visor (which has a bunch of my CDs in a holder) up...and I heard a "SNAP".
going to try to explain this highly untechnical bit of info now
The doohickey that kept my visor locked and rotating the hinge thingy had broken off.
This meant that the visor couldn't stay up, it flopped back down. And because there was no tension, i couldn't push it down close to the window like you would do if say it were sunny. It hung STRAIGHT down, which blocked my view.
So i thought I would pop out the visor and push it to the left driver's side window, you know?
Well in the process of trying to pop it out of the hinge thingy...the plastic bracket that was embedded into the visor BROKE right out. And then the long handle that held the visor wasn't strong enough to hold the visor in anyway, so that slid right out.
There I was....
A broken piece of hinged plastic
A visor
And left on my car was this long hinge thing (that was covered in grease).
I threw it all onto the floor and just drove home, since it was nighttime and it didn't matter anyway.
But...
The whole time i was FUMING.
My car is unacceptably ghetto now.
Later, at 10pm, I went to the gym...but I spent half an hour in my car trying to figure out a solution....which is hard when you don't keep anything in your car to hold stuff in anyway...but I used an old clip to smoosh the visor onto the hinge (it won't go down, and I can't put the CD holder on it anymore, but at least it's there for visual purposes....)...
I am THE biggest loser. Ever.
Losers like me don't get a song of the day!
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Take two blogs and call me in the morning
Ouch.
Painful.
Current Balance $2,546.69
Next Statement Date 12/08/05
And that doesn't include a charge from the past weekend that's gonna rack it up.
This might very well be...the first time EVER in my life...that I don't pay my credit card bill in full.
Maybe I should start taking Marmalade's kitty anti-depressants!
On another note, lets not forget people...Real World Reunion tonight.
Painful.
Current Balance $2,546.69
Next Statement Date 12/08/05
And that doesn't include a charge from the past weekend that's gonna rack it up.
This might very well be...the first time EVER in my life...that I don't pay my credit card bill in full.
Maybe I should start taking Marmalade's kitty anti-depressants!
On another note, lets not forget people...Real World Reunion tonight.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Best website ever
betterboyfriend.blogspot.com/
One THOUSAND percent
correct
accurate
nails it on the head
And yes....google how to make jewelry if that's the only way you can get your woman some jewelry. We'll love it.
One THOUSAND percent
correct
accurate
nails it on the head
And yes....google how to make jewelry if that's the only way you can get your woman some jewelry. We'll love it.
Getting to the brass tax of the blog
Turkey day was fabulous. Much thanks to Carrie, her mom, and Anna for taking in us Orphan Horigans :) Plus I learned a boatload about agriculture and how to kill a chicken so that you can still eat it (before it gets an infection). Although personally, if I raised a chicken and accidentally killed it too soon...eff it, i'm just going to KFC.
My new goal in life is to get Carrie back to Ohio Barbie status :P
And speaking of goals....what with my new year's resolution to be more elegant and refined (okay, "more" is probably a bad word. At this rate, SOMEWHAT elegant and refined is more like it), I need to come up with some quantifyable goals, y'know?
AND...some more things I plan on accomplishing in 2006:
1. FINALLY make Kraig's website for his art. I've been paying for that domain name for ages and all its served is a spot for me to post additional pictures when I put stuff up on ebay.
2. Refresh my French.
3. Go back to lifting weights, not just cardio all the time
4. Clean my car at least once every 3 months...instead of um...once every 3 years....
The song of the day is We Be Burnin' by Sean Paul....He annoys me, but I LOVE this song.
Girls them a page me waan fi raise me
True me write nuff tune and drive them crazy.
Well I man a true born Jamaican
Ready fi the girls them inna every situation.
We a the gal dem pro, them know we flow
With the lyrical content that make them dip low and
Make the club keep jumpin'
Turn up the bass make we here when it pumpin'.
I"m not cool enough to know what half this song means but it's a good song nonetheless.
So the three big entertainment news stories:
1. Jessica and Nick: already wrote about this...so sad...but....the good news is that they didn't sign a prenup. Which means Nick is gonna make BANK. He's looking even BETTER, if that's humanly possible.
2. Talan and Kim Stewart: Gee did this shock anyone? I swear, if Talan actually gets a half decent music career going I'll actually eat a piece of bacon. Seriously. That's the little faith I have in his talent. Plus, let's be real...Kimberly Stewart is effing NASTY looking...if you're gonna do a celebrity hookup, make sure it's with someone HOT.
3. Mr. Miyagi: I can't believe he died! Wax on! Wax off! WTF!
That aside...
Breaking Bonaduce: what an uneventful finale. Although Danny really did point something out....Gretchen's bad choice of songs on a mirror is HER way of expressing what he thought should have been done with another song. They speak a different language, that's all. And he translated.
Speaking of....it seems like Foo Fighters' Best Of You is getting loads of attention on VH1 and MTV thanks to all their reality shows talking about it.
DH: Is there anyone who WASN'T cheering that George finally got what he deserved? It would have been better if Bree had found out on her own though. And I think they could have played up his psycho-ness a bit more. On another note, the storyline with Gabby and the hot nun...brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
Okay that's it for today, sorry not wildly exciting or interesting or funny or whatever. I know. You all snap your fingers and scream Dance for me monkey, dance! but sometimes, I just can't perform :P
My new goal in life is to get Carrie back to Ohio Barbie status :P
And speaking of goals....what with my new year's resolution to be more elegant and refined (okay, "more" is probably a bad word. At this rate, SOMEWHAT elegant and refined is more like it), I need to come up with some quantifyable goals, y'know?
AND...some more things I plan on accomplishing in 2006:
1. FINALLY make Kraig's website for his art. I've been paying for that domain name for ages and all its served is a spot for me to post additional pictures when I put stuff up on ebay.
2. Refresh my French.
3. Go back to lifting weights, not just cardio all the time
4. Clean my car at least once every 3 months...instead of um...once every 3 years....
The song of the day is We Be Burnin' by Sean Paul....He annoys me, but I LOVE this song.
Girls them a page me waan fi raise me
True me write nuff tune and drive them crazy.
Well I man a true born Jamaican
Ready fi the girls them inna every situation.
We a the gal dem pro, them know we flow
With the lyrical content that make them dip low and
Make the club keep jumpin'
Turn up the bass make we here when it pumpin'.
I"m not cool enough to know what half this song means but it's a good song nonetheless.
So the three big entertainment news stories:
1. Jessica and Nick: already wrote about this...so sad...but....the good news is that they didn't sign a prenup. Which means Nick is gonna make BANK. He's looking even BETTER, if that's humanly possible.
2. Talan and Kim Stewart: Gee did this shock anyone? I swear, if Talan actually gets a half decent music career going I'll actually eat a piece of bacon. Seriously. That's the little faith I have in his talent. Plus, let's be real...Kimberly Stewart is effing NASTY looking...if you're gonna do a celebrity hookup, make sure it's with someone HOT.
3. Mr. Miyagi: I can't believe he died! Wax on! Wax off! WTF!
That aside...
Breaking Bonaduce: what an uneventful finale. Although Danny really did point something out....Gretchen's bad choice of songs on a mirror is HER way of expressing what he thought should have been done with another song. They speak a different language, that's all. And he translated.
Speaking of....it seems like Foo Fighters' Best Of You is getting loads of attention on VH1 and MTV thanks to all their reality shows talking about it.
DH: Is there anyone who WASN'T cheering that George finally got what he deserved? It would have been better if Bree had found out on her own though. And I think they could have played up his psycho-ness a bit more. On another note, the storyline with Gabby and the hot nun...brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
Okay that's it for today, sorry not wildly exciting or interesting or funny or whatever. I know. You all snap your fingers and scream Dance for me monkey, dance! but sometimes, I just can't perform :P
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
His blog is gonna take her blog to the cleaners
OH
MY
GOD
I can't believe Nick and Jessica are really divorcing.
I just can't believe it.
I mean, we saw it coming. I know. We all did.
But...
I never missed a single episode of Newlyweds, and heck I even have his stupid horrible album (okay I didn't pay for it. But dammit I wanted to support him by owning it and Rena hooked me up).
It really had promise, it really did. That first season she didn't do JACK so they spent tons of time together, and he was on the 5-year track to de-spoil her.
And then after Season 1, she became a huge star and it got to her head.
Wow.
Wow.
Wow.
She's an IDIOT.
I used to LOVE her. And I thought back in the day the way her father marketed her was brilliant. But when she lost that humble charm about her, that's when it all went to hell. Nick never lost it...but she did.
Dang, I sure hope he gets a nice $$ package out of that divorce...'cause as much as I'm wildly in love with Nick Lachey, he doesn't have the best career. That being said, I believe he would be fantastic at two things:
1. Broadway....he likes to act, he's got a beautiful voice...he needs to do live stuff.
2. Sports tv...fortunately he got a gig, which makes me so proud of him....it would make my life more enjoyable as the wife of a football fanatic if I had to see Nick discuss the game...
Now that he's single...I'm going to make it my mission in life to find out where he's moving, stalk him, kidnap him, and then pawn him off onto Carrie. They're both from Ohio. And they both live in southern california...And....um they're both from Ohio. So they have a ton in common. It's a match made in heaven.
The song of the day is This I Swear by Nick Lachey (click here).
I may not say it quite as much as I should
When I say I love you darling that means for good
Yeah, i'm a sap in hiding sometimes. It's 11:41pm on Wed night...time to go to the gym so I can max out my turkey time tomorrow!
MY
GOD
I can't believe Nick and Jessica are really divorcing.
I just can't believe it.
I mean, we saw it coming. I know. We all did.
But...
I never missed a single episode of Newlyweds, and heck I even have his stupid horrible album (okay I didn't pay for it. But dammit I wanted to support him by owning it and Rena hooked me up).
It really had promise, it really did. That first season she didn't do JACK so they spent tons of time together, and he was on the 5-year track to de-spoil her.
And then after Season 1, she became a huge star and it got to her head.
Wow.
Wow.
Wow.
She's an IDIOT.
I used to LOVE her. And I thought back in the day the way her father marketed her was brilliant. But when she lost that humble charm about her, that's when it all went to hell. Nick never lost it...but she did.
Dang, I sure hope he gets a nice $$ package out of that divorce...'cause as much as I'm wildly in love with Nick Lachey, he doesn't have the best career. That being said, I believe he would be fantastic at two things:
1. Broadway....he likes to act, he's got a beautiful voice...he needs to do live stuff.
2. Sports tv...fortunately he got a gig, which makes me so proud of him....it would make my life more enjoyable as the wife of a football fanatic if I had to see Nick discuss the game...
Now that he's single...I'm going to make it my mission in life to find out where he's moving, stalk him, kidnap him, and then pawn him off onto Carrie. They're both from Ohio. And they both live in southern california...And....um they're both from Ohio. So they have a ton in common. It's a match made in heaven.
The song of the day is This I Swear by Nick Lachey (click here).
I may not say it quite as much as I should
When I say I love you darling that means for good
Yeah, i'm a sap in hiding sometimes. It's 11:41pm on Wed night...time to go to the gym so I can max out my turkey time tomorrow!
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Nicole wanted a blog this afternoon
But i have nothing to write and I'm all pecan pie'd out.
>1. What time is it? > 11:14am (and then finished it at 2:52)
>2. Name: Sabina
>3. Nickname: Bean, Beanie, Bean-bag, Beana-rina (from Christine), Beaner...you get the point.
>4. Piercings? my ears have been pierced 3 times (on each side) but number that i have now: 2 in my ears, 1 bellybutton
>5. What is the most recent movie you've seen in the theatre? Derailed
>6. Eye color: dark brown
>7. Place of birth: Winnipeg, Manitoba
>8. Favourite NEW food: Well i'd like all my food to be new and not old
>9. Ever been to Africa? > Yeah i'll get right on that...
>10. Ever been toilet papering? Nope
>11. Love someone so much it made you cry? Only when they stopped loving me back
>12. Been in a car accident? tons!
>13. Croutons or bacon bits: CROUUUUTTTONNNSS!!!
>14. Favourite day of the week? Friday...afternoon...the anticipation of work being over
>15. Favourite Restaurant: In ottawa: caveau de Sczhewan, anywhere with Poutine (Nickel's, Zak's, etc), East Side Marios. In California: lol ghetto Red Robin...BJs...anywhere with Pho or Thai and i'm good to go....
>16.Favourite flower? Calla Lillies and blue irises
>17. Favorite sport to watch? cheerleading on ESPN, hockey if i can catch it
>18. Favorite drink? girly drinks...although Stefanie's got me hooked on just shots of tequila
>19. Favorite ice cream? not a big ice cream fan, but otherwise vanilla/chocolate "swirl" or butter pecan
>21. Favorite fast food restaurant? IN N OUT BABY!!!
>22. What color is your bedroom carpet? nasty beige with weird spots
>23. How many times you failed your driver's test? In Cali, i should have failed it...i did so many things wrong (Adam and I had broken up the night before)...and yet the guy acted like I was a perfect driver. So goes to show you how well cali drivers are.
>24. Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail? my coworker Ryan
>25. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Target!!
>27. Bedtime: If i got to the gym: midnight...if i don't go...10ish.
>28. Who will respond to this e-mail the quickest? I doubt anyone will, i'm just THAT bored and procrastinating right now
>29. Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to
>respond? Syl
>30. Who are you the most curious about their responses to this quiz? I don't even know who i'm going to send this to yet
>31. Favorite TV shows? OHHH let's begin the list: Real World, Laguna Beach, Surreal Life, Breaking Bonaduce, Dr. 90210, THE OC, My Name is Earl, Lost, ER, SNL, Desperate Housewives...i think that's it.
]>32. Last person you went to dinner with? Crap. I don't remember when I had dinner last with someone. WTF. Does pizza on Friday night with kraig count?
>33. Ford or Chevy? eww I don't do american cars.
>34. What are you listening to right now? Madonna of course
35. What is your favorite color? baby blue, baby pink
>36. How many tattoos do you have? zerooooo....I think after awhile they look nasty on the skin
>38. Which came first the chicken or the egg? A cow gave birth to a chicken, who then in turn laid an egg....
>39. How many people are you sending this to? No one, it's going on my blog
>40. What musician alive or dead would you have lunch with? Elvis...so that I can sell his fork, knife, and napkin on ebay later.
>1. What time is it? > 11:14am (and then finished it at 2:52)
>2. Name: Sabina
>3. Nickname: Bean, Beanie, Bean-bag, Beana-rina (from Christine), Beaner...you get the point.
>4. Piercings? my ears have been pierced 3 times (on each side) but number that i have now: 2 in my ears, 1 bellybutton
>5. What is the most recent movie you've seen in the theatre? Derailed
>6. Eye color: dark brown
>7. Place of birth: Winnipeg, Manitoba
>8. Favourite NEW food: Well i'd like all my food to be new and not old
>9. Ever been to Africa? > Yeah i'll get right on that...
>10. Ever been toilet papering? Nope
>11. Love someone so much it made you cry? Only when they stopped loving me back
>12. Been in a car accident? tons!
>13. Croutons or bacon bits: CROUUUUTTTONNNSS!!!
>14. Favourite day of the week? Friday...afternoon...the anticipation of work being over
>15. Favourite Restaurant: In ottawa: caveau de Sczhewan, anywhere with Poutine (Nickel's, Zak's, etc), East Side Marios. In California: lol ghetto Red Robin...BJs...anywhere with Pho or Thai and i'm good to go....
>16.Favourite flower? Calla Lillies and blue irises
>17. Favorite sport to watch? cheerleading on ESPN, hockey if i can catch it
>18. Favorite drink? girly drinks...although Stefanie's got me hooked on just shots of tequila
>19. Favorite ice cream? not a big ice cream fan, but otherwise vanilla/chocolate "swirl" or butter pecan
>21. Favorite fast food restaurant? IN N OUT BABY!!!
>22. What color is your bedroom carpet? nasty beige with weird spots
>23. How many times you failed your driver's test? In Cali, i should have failed it...i did so many things wrong (Adam and I had broken up the night before)...and yet the guy acted like I was a perfect driver. So goes to show you how well cali drivers are.
>24. Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail? my coworker Ryan
>25. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Target!!
>27. Bedtime: If i got to the gym: midnight...if i don't go...10ish.
>28. Who will respond to this e-mail the quickest? I doubt anyone will, i'm just THAT bored and procrastinating right now
>29. Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to
>respond? Syl
>30. Who are you the most curious about their responses to this quiz? I don't even know who i'm going to send this to yet
>31. Favorite TV shows? OHHH let's begin the list: Real World, Laguna Beach, Surreal Life, Breaking Bonaduce, Dr. 90210, THE OC, My Name is Earl, Lost, ER, SNL, Desperate Housewives...i think that's it.
]>32. Last person you went to dinner with? Crap. I don't remember when I had dinner last with someone. WTF. Does pizza on Friday night with kraig count?
>33. Ford or Chevy? eww I don't do american cars.
>34. What are you listening to right now? Madonna of course
35. What is your favorite color? baby blue, baby pink
>36. How many tattoos do you have? zerooooo....I think after awhile they look nasty on the skin
>38. Which came first the chicken or the egg? A cow gave birth to a chicken, who then in turn laid an egg....
>39. How many people are you sending this to? No one, it's going on my blog
>40. What musician alive or dead would you have lunch with? Elvis...so that I can sell his fork, knife, and napkin on ebay later.
"Old people can be so sweet"
A few things to get to, since no blogging for the rest of the week.
Laguna Beach...wtf!...they have a BOOK? I love Laguna Beach, but come on fans should know when theyr'e stretching their two seconds left of fame...and what is up with that girl CRYING? Geezus it's only Talan...they aren't even reality show celebs, they're people that had a camera follow them. A camera could follow that crazy crying girl. And Talan is NASTY...not like my boy Stephen...now HE is worth bawling over.
Now the sun is setting,
Getting ready for tomorrow.Soon the moon'll be glowing,
Showing off the moonlight.
Take a look above you,
Discover the view.
If you haven't noticed,
Please do. Please do. Please do.
~Kermit the Frog
Now that Angelina and Brad have made it publicly official they're a couple....I realized...I just don't like them. I really do miss the Brad and Jen days. They look so....unapprochoable as a couple. She's got that "I'm the sexiest woman on the planet but I'm also mentally crazy and I'm a UN ambassador who helps the world's children and my dad is Jon Voight" thing going on...and now he's not the "hot husband next door", now he's the "I'm uber good looking while I help my girlfriend help the world's children and who's dad is Jon Voight"...
And I do NOT think Jennifer Aniston is pretty, but Vince Vaughn is hot in that "my brother's cool friend" kind of way, and the two of the make that "almost good looking...but not quite" kind of couple...so I totally approve and I'm now on Team Jen.
Let's go through the teams shall we?
I'm on:
Team LC (aka Lauren)
Team Aniston
Team Ritchie
I should get a tshirt for each. I also HAVE to buy a "Donna Martin graduates!" shirt....doesn't fall under my "elegance and refinement" goal for 2006, but that's just too good to pass up.
Forbes magazine listed the Top 10 aphrodisiacs (not sure what that has to do about finances, but whatever):
Barry White tunes: Truly frigid is the heart, mind and body that won't melt to the mellifluous come-ons of the most one-track baritone in history. Try: "It's Ecstasy When You Lay Down Next to Me," "Your Love--So Good I Can Taste It," "I'm Qualified to Satisfy You," "I'll Do For You Anything You Want Me To," and of course, "Can't Get Enough of Your Love Babe."
Hmmm, never had anyone try that on me...probably because I keep thinking of Bleeding Gums Murphy every time I hear Barry White...but I did spend a weekend away listening to Marvin Gaye...I highly recommend it!
A few stiff drinks: A zillion tipsy one-night-standers can't be wrong. Though the ladies on Sex In The City still swill Cosmos, in the end it really doesn't matter what you drink, so long as you do. Just be careful: As Shakespeare noted of booze in "Macbeth": "it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance."
That should be #1. It may take away the performance of men, but certainly not for chicks.
A dozen oysters: If, as Jonathan Swift observed, "He was a bold man that first eat an oyster," then he was a brilliant man that first tried these tangy and lubricious little bi-pods for seduction. Freshen up afterwards with a moist towelette.
I'd rather put a fork in my eye than eat an oyster
Promises, promises: "Sure, baby, I'll hook you up with that producer friend of mine." "Of course they're orchestra seats--nothing less for you, my little turtledove." "Paris in the fall? No problem, sweetie." Repeat as necessary.
Interesting idea. I can't imagine what I could ever promise a guy (other than sex itself) that would actually turn a guy on. I suppose I could tell Kraig "yes sweetie, you can get Raiders season tix again"...
A little skin: There's a reason why the Taliban covers women in chadors--although the same can be said for men as well. There's nothing like a bared midriff or well-turned calf to put a snap in your turban.
Shouldn't this be #2? And speaking of skin, let's go through the most important parts of a guy's body: his hands (we do NOT want nasty ugly hands touching us...get an effing manicure if you have to), the back of his neck (why a haircut is SO important...a guy's neck is like....gold....), and shoulders...the guy has to be able to swing you over his shoulders in case of a fire...
Manolo Blahniks: Well, they're certainly not made for walking. . . Sexy for her, seductive for him and at those prices, cheaper than a suite at the Ritz. In basic black leather, of course.
The key thing here is shoes...see my other blog written by Felicity Huffman...we fantastize about shoes. Yes, a damn fine shoe can get any girl's blood pumping to the nether-regions.
Backrubs: Alternately chaste and erotic at the same time, backrubs are a tried-and-true prelude to, ahem, more intimate relations. The theory is that once someone lets you knead their neck and shoulders they may let you satisfy other needs as well.
This should be #3...backrubs are a "legitimate" method to touch someone, playing innocent when there's an ulterior motive and both people know it.
Perfume: Yeats wrote that "love comes in at the eye" but, as anyone who has ever had their olfactory bells rung by a whiff of Chanel No. 5 can tell you, the nose can also successfully stimulate the pheromones. It's a matter of basic chemistry: perfume + body heat = arousal.
Should be #4. A guy's pheromones make ALL the difference. The only thing that sucks is when a guy sprays on too much cologne, and then if you kiss his neck and you taste it...nasty.
Money: Call us cynical but few aphrodisiacs are as potent as a big bank account. Money may not be able to buy love but what it can buy may make you a lot more attractive.
I'd like to say this isn't true, but I also dated a rich guy for almost 4 years and I'm sure somewhere in there the money part was a big turn on!
A diamond engagement ring: The ultimate aphrodisiac. For women, that is. For men, it can often have quite the reverse effect.
True dat.
I'm hungry. Gonna scour the building for food. Probably Famous Amos. Damn that crunchy cookie. i don't even LIKE chocolate chip cookies really.
The song of the day is Don't Forget About Us by Mariah Carey
Baby I must confess
We were bigger than anything
Remember us at our best
And don't forget about
Laguna Beach...wtf!...they have a BOOK? I love Laguna Beach, but come on fans should know when theyr'e stretching their two seconds left of fame...and what is up with that girl CRYING? Geezus it's only Talan...they aren't even reality show celebs, they're people that had a camera follow them. A camera could follow that crazy crying girl. And Talan is NASTY...not like my boy Stephen...now HE is worth bawling over.
Now the sun is setting,
Getting ready for tomorrow.Soon the moon'll be glowing,
Showing off the moonlight.
Take a look above you,
Discover the view.
If you haven't noticed,
Please do. Please do. Please do.
~Kermit the Frog
Now that Angelina and Brad have made it publicly official they're a couple....I realized...I just don't like them. I really do miss the Brad and Jen days. They look so....unapprochoable as a couple. She's got that "I'm the sexiest woman on the planet but I'm also mentally crazy and I'm a UN ambassador who helps the world's children and my dad is Jon Voight" thing going on...and now he's not the "hot husband next door", now he's the "I'm uber good looking while I help my girlfriend help the world's children and who's dad is Jon Voight"...
And I do NOT think Jennifer Aniston is pretty, but Vince Vaughn is hot in that "my brother's cool friend" kind of way, and the two of the make that "almost good looking...but not quite" kind of couple...so I totally approve and I'm now on Team Jen.
Let's go through the teams shall we?
I'm on:
Team LC (aka Lauren)
Team Aniston
Team Ritchie
I should get a tshirt for each. I also HAVE to buy a "Donna Martin graduates!" shirt....doesn't fall under my "elegance and refinement" goal for 2006, but that's just too good to pass up.
Forbes magazine listed the Top 10 aphrodisiacs (not sure what that has to do about finances, but whatever):
Barry White tunes: Truly frigid is the heart, mind and body that won't melt to the mellifluous come-ons of the most one-track baritone in history. Try: "It's Ecstasy When You Lay Down Next to Me," "Your Love--So Good I Can Taste It," "I'm Qualified to Satisfy You," "I'll Do For You Anything You Want Me To," and of course, "Can't Get Enough of Your Love Babe."
Hmmm, never had anyone try that on me...probably because I keep thinking of Bleeding Gums Murphy every time I hear Barry White...but I did spend a weekend away listening to Marvin Gaye...I highly recommend it!
A few stiff drinks: A zillion tipsy one-night-standers can't be wrong. Though the ladies on Sex In The City still swill Cosmos, in the end it really doesn't matter what you drink, so long as you do. Just be careful: As Shakespeare noted of booze in "Macbeth": "it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance."
That should be #1. It may take away the performance of men, but certainly not for chicks.
A dozen oysters: If, as Jonathan Swift observed, "He was a bold man that first eat an oyster," then he was a brilliant man that first tried these tangy and lubricious little bi-pods for seduction. Freshen up afterwards with a moist towelette.
I'd rather put a fork in my eye than eat an oyster
Promises, promises: "Sure, baby, I'll hook you up with that producer friend of mine." "Of course they're orchestra seats--nothing less for you, my little turtledove." "Paris in the fall? No problem, sweetie." Repeat as necessary.
Interesting idea. I can't imagine what I could ever promise a guy (other than sex itself) that would actually turn a guy on. I suppose I could tell Kraig "yes sweetie, you can get Raiders season tix again"...
A little skin: There's a reason why the Taliban covers women in chadors--although the same can be said for men as well. There's nothing like a bared midriff or well-turned calf to put a snap in your turban.
Shouldn't this be #2? And speaking of skin, let's go through the most important parts of a guy's body: his hands (we do NOT want nasty ugly hands touching us...get an effing manicure if you have to), the back of his neck (why a haircut is SO important...a guy's neck is like....gold....), and shoulders...the guy has to be able to swing you over his shoulders in case of a fire...
Manolo Blahniks: Well, they're certainly not made for walking. . . Sexy for her, seductive for him and at those prices, cheaper than a suite at the Ritz. In basic black leather, of course.
The key thing here is shoes...see my other blog written by Felicity Huffman...we fantastize about shoes. Yes, a damn fine shoe can get any girl's blood pumping to the nether-regions.
Backrubs: Alternately chaste and erotic at the same time, backrubs are a tried-and-true prelude to, ahem, more intimate relations. The theory is that once someone lets you knead their neck and shoulders they may let you satisfy other needs as well.
This should be #3...backrubs are a "legitimate" method to touch someone, playing innocent when there's an ulterior motive and both people know it.
Perfume: Yeats wrote that "love comes in at the eye" but, as anyone who has ever had their olfactory bells rung by a whiff of Chanel No. 5 can tell you, the nose can also successfully stimulate the pheromones. It's a matter of basic chemistry: perfume + body heat = arousal.
Should be #4. A guy's pheromones make ALL the difference. The only thing that sucks is when a guy sprays on too much cologne, and then if you kiss his neck and you taste it...nasty.
Money: Call us cynical but few aphrodisiacs are as potent as a big bank account. Money may not be able to buy love but what it can buy may make you a lot more attractive.
I'd like to say this isn't true, but I also dated a rich guy for almost 4 years and I'm sure somewhere in there the money part was a big turn on!
A diamond engagement ring: The ultimate aphrodisiac. For women, that is. For men, it can often have quite the reverse effect.
True dat.
I'm hungry. Gonna scour the building for food. Probably Famous Amos. Damn that crunchy cookie. i don't even LIKE chocolate chip cookies really.
The song of the day is Don't Forget About Us by Mariah Carey
Baby I must confess
We were bigger than anything
Remember us at our best
And don't forget about
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Kissing my blog just feels right
Ha ha I never do these surveys but I got it from Beatriz's myspace page so...why not:
Which I get the feeling is the answer to everything in that quiz.
| You're an Passionate Kisser |
 For you, kissing is about all about following your urges If someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of story You can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kisses A total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble |
Which I get the feeling is the answer to everything in that quiz.
I like my blog with no ice
I got an email from Erin who's in labor (I gotta give props to someone who will send an email to people when she's having contractions...especially since she uses dial-up), and she wrote:
This morning I spent an hour running (ya, picture it!) around the front lawn in the snow with MacKenna while Greg got the plastic up on the windows to cut down on the drafts.
Anyone who was raised in California would have NO IDEA what she's talking about. Kind of made me smile. Kinda makes me homesick.
...
but also makes me glad that I'm not the one putting plastic on my windows to keep out the drafts this winter.
On a different story....
Marmalade DEFINITELY needs to go back on her medication. She peed on Kraig this morning. I give her credit though, at least she didn't do it on ME which is obviously the most important part. My poor baby just has alot of anxiety and stress...you would too if the only other one of your species was a big dairy cow who keeps mauling you.
I had a dream last night that had hints of "Lost" in it, there was a quarantine area and that "dharma" logo was everywhere. Nicole's cat Chelsea got infected with something and the only way we could keep safe was to stay in a room with the doors closed, and I kept having to go in and out and the entire time Nicole just kept saying "but my BABY! my poor BABY!" (we're talking about CHelsea)... I don't know what that dream means, when you dream about someone else's cat getting all Night Of The Living Dead on you....
This morning I spent an hour running (ya, picture it!) around the front lawn in the snow with MacKenna while Greg got the plastic up on the windows to cut down on the drafts.
Anyone who was raised in California would have NO IDEA what she's talking about. Kind of made me smile. Kinda makes me homesick.
...
but also makes me glad that I'm not the one putting plastic on my windows to keep out the drafts this winter.
On a different story....
Marmalade DEFINITELY needs to go back on her medication. She peed on Kraig this morning. I give her credit though, at least she didn't do it on ME which is obviously the most important part. My poor baby just has alot of anxiety and stress...you would too if the only other one of your species was a big dairy cow who keeps mauling you.
I had a dream last night that had hints of "Lost" in it, there was a quarantine area and that "dharma" logo was everywhere. Nicole's cat Chelsea got infected with something and the only way we could keep safe was to stay in a room with the doors closed, and I kept having to go in and out and the entire time Nicole just kept saying "but my BABY! my poor BABY!" (we're talking about CHelsea)... I don't know what that dream means, when you dream about someone else's cat getting all Night Of The Living Dead on you....
Friday, November 18, 2005
We're all strangers. I'm Seth. I like comic books. You obviously like...uhhh...flaming-heart tattoos
So much to get to, so little blog space.
1. The Husband of the Year for 2004 was Nick Lachey. His 5-year plan to de-spoil Jessica was brilliant. The award for 2005 hands down goes to Rev. Run....in fact, he should get husband of the year AND Father of the Year.
IN FACT....when I grow up, I want to be just like Rev Run. In last night's finale he kept bugging his wife by launching into Foo Fighters at random innapropriate moments...that's exactly what I would do. And he's a fantastic father...okay not really but he's FUNNY which is more important.
2. If i can't be Run when I grow up, then I want to be Summer from the OC. In fact, I might even want to be Taylor Townsend because she's in her own loony world. Really, I can't stress enough how much I want to be a 16 year old kid in Newport or Laguna Beach.
3. Sorry, no meaningful IMs with my mom lately....I haven't even replied to her when she's sent messages...too busy/tired/sick to make the effort. I can't stress enough the mental effort it takes to not argue with her.
4. I realized I really am an idiot...I've barely kept up my French, and back in the day I used to be able to read Arabic. Couldn't understand a word of it, but I could read it. Well after I was 16 or so I stopped practicing and never kept it up, sort of as a silent protest at my dad for making me learn to read something that I don't understand....the smart thing to do would have been to LEARN THE EFFING LANGUAGE...now I think i could recite the alphabet, at best.
5. It's disgusting how much sleep I plan on doing over Thanksgiving weekend. Seriously. Don't even check for a pulse. I plan on having permanent pillow marks on my face. I'm salivating at the thought of it.
6. I can't believe Tuesday will be the last time we get to have indian with Nicole. WTF. It's an abomination against the working man to not be able to take a longer lunch in order to get your indian groove on.
7. Is someone getting the best, the best, the best of you....
8. The Album of the Year in 2004 was Gwen's solo debut....for 2005, clearly, it's Madonna's Confessions On a Dance Floor. Fantabulous.
9. I think I need to put Marmalade back on anti-anxiety medication. Yes, Kitty Prozac. I hate doing that to her....she's calmer but she also ends up being a completely different cat, and I hate that...I always end up taking her off of it because I miss my Marmalade. But this peeing thing is out of control, and I've been TRYING to give her more attention but it's hard at 5am!
10. Self tanner is the most fabulous thing on earth.
11. A gay hairdresser who knows the cast of Laguna Beach is the most fabulous thing on earth. Wtf: apparently Stephen is SHORT?! He towers over Kristen. But apparently he IS hot. Which I already knew. But Henry claims he's gay. He is SOOOO not gay. He can't be. He CAN'T. And he's not short.
Saw Derailed yesterday. The "takeaways" from the movie:
- Don't f*ck around behind your wife's back
- When someone asks you for a chunk of cash, don't give it, because then they'll come back wanting more
- Don't try pulling a move like pushing a car into the ocean...it only works in movies
- The ticket takers on the train are Nazis
On another note, there's one part where the bad guy starts speaking in French (with no subtitles) and he said something that translated to "kiss your ass"...but then I remembered the word he used for "kiss" was a word that a teacher once told us to REALLY not use, even though yes in the dictionary it translated to "kiss"...
And yesterday finally...after 15 years of wondering why it was bad to say that word even though it meant kiss, I realized it translated to "f*ck"....and the dude in the movie was saying how he was pretty much f*cking Clive Owen up the ass...
After 15 years of not knowing, I'm finally at peace.
On another note, Jennifer Aniston has a great body but really, her face is NOT attractive...she maxes out her looks...but...she's just not a pretty girl. I'm sorry. She's not.
The song of the day is My Hump by B.E.P...I hate Black Eyed Peas but I do like this song, and for some reason every time I wear this skirt I keep thinking that song is playing when I walk.
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
1. The Husband of the Year for 2004 was Nick Lachey. His 5-year plan to de-spoil Jessica was brilliant. The award for 2005 hands down goes to Rev. Run....in fact, he should get husband of the year AND Father of the Year.
IN FACT....when I grow up, I want to be just like Rev Run. In last night's finale he kept bugging his wife by launching into Foo Fighters at random innapropriate moments...that's exactly what I would do. And he's a fantastic father...okay not really but he's FUNNY which is more important.
2. If i can't be Run when I grow up, then I want to be Summer from the OC. In fact, I might even want to be Taylor Townsend because she's in her own loony world. Really, I can't stress enough how much I want to be a 16 year old kid in Newport or Laguna Beach.
3. Sorry, no meaningful IMs with my mom lately....I haven't even replied to her when she's sent messages...too busy/tired/sick to make the effort. I can't stress enough the mental effort it takes to not argue with her.
4. I realized I really am an idiot...I've barely kept up my French, and back in the day I used to be able to read Arabic. Couldn't understand a word of it, but I could read it. Well after I was 16 or so I stopped practicing and never kept it up, sort of as a silent protest at my dad for making me learn to read something that I don't understand....the smart thing to do would have been to LEARN THE EFFING LANGUAGE...now I think i could recite the alphabet, at best.
5. It's disgusting how much sleep I plan on doing over Thanksgiving weekend. Seriously. Don't even check for a pulse. I plan on having permanent pillow marks on my face. I'm salivating at the thought of it.
6. I can't believe Tuesday will be the last time we get to have indian with Nicole. WTF. It's an abomination against the working man to not be able to take a longer lunch in order to get your indian groove on.
7. Is someone getting the best, the best, the best of you....
8. The Album of the Year in 2004 was Gwen's solo debut....for 2005, clearly, it's Madonna's Confessions On a Dance Floor. Fantabulous.
9. I think I need to put Marmalade back on anti-anxiety medication. Yes, Kitty Prozac. I hate doing that to her....she's calmer but she also ends up being a completely different cat, and I hate that...I always end up taking her off of it because I miss my Marmalade. But this peeing thing is out of control, and I've been TRYING to give her more attention but it's hard at 5am!
10. Self tanner is the most fabulous thing on earth.
11. A gay hairdresser who knows the cast of Laguna Beach is the most fabulous thing on earth. Wtf: apparently Stephen is SHORT?! He towers over Kristen. But apparently he IS hot. Which I already knew. But Henry claims he's gay. He is SOOOO not gay. He can't be. He CAN'T. And he's not short.
Saw Derailed yesterday. The "takeaways" from the movie:
- Don't f*ck around behind your wife's back
- When someone asks you for a chunk of cash, don't give it, because then they'll come back wanting more
- Don't try pulling a move like pushing a car into the ocean...it only works in movies
- The ticket takers on the train are Nazis
On another note, there's one part where the bad guy starts speaking in French (with no subtitles) and he said something that translated to "kiss your ass"...but then I remembered the word he used for "kiss" was a word that a teacher once told us to REALLY not use, even though yes in the dictionary it translated to "kiss"...
And yesterday finally...after 15 years of wondering why it was bad to say that word even though it meant kiss, I realized it translated to "f*ck"....and the dude in the movie was saying how he was pretty much f*cking Clive Owen up the ass...
After 15 years of not knowing, I'm finally at peace.
On another note, Jennifer Aniston has a great body but really, her face is NOT attractive...she maxes out her looks...but...she's just not a pretty girl. I'm sorry. She's not.
The song of the day is My Hump by B.E.P...I hate Black Eyed Peas but I do like this song, and for some reason every time I wear this skirt I keep thinking that song is playing when I walk.
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
MADONNA DAY! MADONNA DAY!
I know.
Blow my mind.
The new Madonna CD is out.
And it's MOTHER EFFING FANTASTIC.
Today's song of the day is Forbidden Love by of course, Madonna...
Just one kiss on my lips
was all it took to seal the future
Just one look from your eyes
was like a certain kind of torture
Once upon a time
there was a boy and there was a girl
Just one touch from your hands
was all it took to make me falter
[Chorus:]
Forbidden love, are we supposed to be together?
Forbidden love, forbidden love
Forbidden love, we save our destiny forever
Forbidden love, forbidden love
Just one smile on your face
was all it took to change my fortune
Just one word from your mouth
was all I needed to be certain
Once upon a time
there was a boy and there was a girl
Hearts that intertwine
they lived in a different kind of world
[Chorus]
Just one kiss, just one touch, just one look
[Chorus - twice]
Just one kiss, just one touch, just one look, just one love
One...
Blow my mind.
The new Madonna CD is out.
And it's MOTHER EFFING FANTASTIC.
Today's song of the day is Forbidden Love by of course, Madonna...
Just one kiss on my lips
was all it took to seal the future
Just one look from your eyes
was like a certain kind of torture
Once upon a time
there was a boy and there was a girl
Just one touch from your hands
was all it took to make me falter
[Chorus:]
Forbidden love, are we supposed to be together?
Forbidden love, forbidden love
Forbidden love, we save our destiny forever
Forbidden love, forbidden love
Just one smile on your face
was all it took to change my fortune
Just one word from your mouth
was all I needed to be certain
Once upon a time
there was a boy and there was a girl
Hearts that intertwine
they lived in a different kind of world
[Chorus]
Just one kiss, just one touch, just one look
[Chorus - twice]
Just one kiss, just one touch, just one look, just one love
One...
Two IMs with my mom
Monday's IM (SEE i was nicer to her!):
My_Mom: hi there
ME: how are you?
My_Mom: fine and u
ME: Doing good. ANything exciting happen this weekend?
My_Mom: how was the weekend?
My_Mom: no, same ole thing here
ME: have to talk to a someone, brb
My_Mom: finally we are done with the leaves, took one month to rake, with everyone elses leaves flying into our backyard, so i picked a few more up here and there, and now we can relax
My_Mom: k
My_Mom: smokey isnt into that laser teaser as marma and stash are
My_Mom: he plays a bit, but looses interest, realizing its just a teaser
My_Mom: c u
ME: i'm ehre now
My_Mom: ok
My_Mom: well u are busy
ME: yup
My_Mom: what did u do the weekend
My_Mom: here the weather was mild like +15
My_Mom: today +8
ME: i went to see a concert on Sat night. Yesterday i worked.
My_Mom: we used the good weather to finish out yard
My_Mom: worked at the office?
ME: partially, and then also at home.
My_Mom: r u the only technical writer in your office?
My_Mom: why does it take 6 months to finish a document
ME: i never said it took 6 months to finish something, and i'm not the only tech writer.
My_Mom: how many are there in your office?
ME: 2. I'm not a full time technical writer, i do other things.
My_Mom: and for what are u writing a technical document?
ME: one of our products.
My_Mom: one product should be done many times over?
My_Mom: how many products do u have?
My_Mom: what other things do u do in the office?
ME: go see our website: ((link to my company's website))
My_Mom: k
My_Mom: lots of products
ME: yep
My_Mom: ((insert a line that my mom shouldn't have written via IM))
My_Mom: anyway, i leave u alone so u can concentrate on your work
ME: okay
Tuesday's IM:
My_Mom: hi sabina, whats up
ME: nothing how are you
My_Mom: doing ok
My_Mom: snowing today
My_Mom: but freezing rain later on and tomorrow and thursday its warmer again, after that getting colder
ME: So question...in muslim funerals, do muslims get buried in a box or in the ground?
My_Mom: in a box
ME: good to know.
My_Mom: hehe
My_Mom: a cheap plywood box
My_Mom: but u can have a fancy coffin, if u think your deceased body is worth that much
ME: I can't even imagine how expensive a plot of land is for burial in california. It's like buying a small house.
My_Mom: its up to the person
My_Mom: well muslims have their own arrangements and burial grounds at reasonable prices
ME: Well okay that's great but it's still real estate, and i'm sure there's limited room.
My_Mom: like u have to ask the mosque where the burial site is
ME: it's still california...they had to buy the land themselves for super pricey
ME: The burial site is in Riverside, which is WAY out.
My_Mom: the muslim one?
My_Mom: ottawa has a site now, burial of a muslim there costs 4000 $ I think
My_Mom: the islamic institue in cornwall bought a piece of land adjacent to them from the city at a reasonable price and its now a cemetary where people get buried for free
ME: good to know
My_Mom: u have to find out where those muslim cemetaries are
ME: okay
My_Mom: and ask how much it costs, muslims do it cheaper and there is no embalming, the body is buried immediately according to islamic tradition
My_Mom: its all that fuss, embalming, keeping the body in a cooler and for viewing, expensive cars for hire etc., expensive coffin, it ends up to 20 000 $
ME: okay
My_Mom: thats why most people now want cremation, it's cheaper and only costs like 2000 - 4000
ME: yep
My_Mom: but muslims want to keep it simple and thats why the cost stays down
My_Mom: its actually an islamic duty to keep a burial simple, as all else in life
ME: okay
My_Mom: also if one has a lot of money, u can spend a lot for it too, but embalming is forbidden and not burying the body as fast as possible
My_Mom: make sure no cremation ok
My_Mom: make sure kraig doesnt do that
ME: i know
My_Mom: like he doesnt know
ME: he knows
My_Mom: ok
My_Mom: well its just a very important thing
ME: ok
My_Mom: christians and jews arent supposed to cremate either, but with the costs of a normal burial so high, they opt for it
ME: ok
My_Mom: anyway, if god forbid something does happen, just call the local mosque and they will step in and help, tell u or kraig how to go about
ME: ok
My_Mom: and usually the plot might be cheaper, if the land is owned by muslims already
ME: ok
My_Mom: they are not doing this to do business, but to offer a service
ME: ok
My_Mom: also i can imagine it might be more expensive in cali, with everything else being so expensive
ME: ok
My_Mom: would be interesting to find out, the local mosque can give u some information about it
ME: ok
My_Mom: how is the weather there?
ME: warm
My_Mom: how is marmalade, wish i could hug her and stashi pooh
ME: she's fine
My_Mom: stashi still being full of mischief ?
My_Mom: annoying poor marma
ME: yep, they wrestle
My_Mom: hehe, he is just playful
My_Mom: some woman in manitoba won last saturday's 649 lotto of 27 mill
My_Mom: lucky woman
My_Mom: trudi gave me a super7 ticket good for 10 weeks on my birthday, nothing
ME: aww
My_Mom: well hello 27 mill, i could live with that
My_Mom: imagine
My_Mom: even 1 mill i would be thrilled
My_Mom: question....
My_Mom: is it important to click on "log out" when leaving your email?
My_Mom: or is it ok just to close the window?
ME: you can close the window, use "log out" if you're sharing a computer with someone, like at a librry
ME: library
My_Mom: k
My_Mom: c u
ME: bye
My_Mom: hi there
ME: how are you?
My_Mom: fine and u
ME: Doing good. ANything exciting happen this weekend?
My_Mom: how was the weekend?
My_Mom: no, same ole thing here
ME: have to talk to a someone, brb
My_Mom: finally we are done with the leaves, took one month to rake, with everyone elses leaves flying into our backyard, so i picked a few more up here and there, and now we can relax
My_Mom: k
My_Mom: smokey isnt into that laser teaser as marma and stash are
My_Mom: he plays a bit, but looses interest, realizing its just a teaser
My_Mom: c u
ME: i'm ehre now
My_Mom: ok
My_Mom: well u are busy
ME: yup
My_Mom: what did u do the weekend
My_Mom: here the weather was mild like +15
My_Mom: today +8
ME: i went to see a concert on Sat night. Yesterday i worked.
My_Mom: we used the good weather to finish out yard
My_Mom: worked at the office?
ME: partially, and then also at home.
My_Mom: r u the only technical writer in your office?
My_Mom: why does it take 6 months to finish a document
ME: i never said it took 6 months to finish something, and i'm not the only tech writer.
My_Mom: how many are there in your office?
ME: 2. I'm not a full time technical writer, i do other things.
My_Mom: and for what are u writing a technical document?
ME: one of our products.
My_Mom: one product should be done many times over?
My_Mom: how many products do u have?
My_Mom: what other things do u do in the office?
ME: go see our website: ((link to my company's website))
My_Mom: k
My_Mom: lots of products
ME: yep
My_Mom: ((insert a line that my mom shouldn't have written via IM))
My_Mom: anyway, i leave u alone so u can concentrate on your work
ME: okay
Tuesday's IM:
My_Mom: hi sabina, whats up
ME: nothing how are you
My_Mom: doing ok
My_Mom: snowing today
My_Mom: but freezing rain later on and tomorrow and thursday its warmer again, after that getting colder
ME: So question...in muslim funerals, do muslims get buried in a box or in the ground?
My_Mom: in a box
ME: good to know.
My_Mom: hehe
My_Mom: a cheap plywood box
My_Mom: but u can have a fancy coffin, if u think your deceased body is worth that much
ME: I can't even imagine how expensive a plot of land is for burial in california. It's like buying a small house.
My_Mom: its up to the person
My_Mom: well muslims have their own arrangements and burial grounds at reasonable prices
ME: Well okay that's great but it's still real estate, and i'm sure there's limited room.
My_Mom: like u have to ask the mosque where the burial site is
ME: it's still california...they had to buy the land themselves for super pricey
ME: The burial site is in Riverside, which is WAY out.
My_Mom: the muslim one?
My_Mom: ottawa has a site now, burial of a muslim there costs 4000 $ I think
My_Mom: the islamic institue in cornwall bought a piece of land adjacent to them from the city at a reasonable price and its now a cemetary where people get buried for free
ME: good to know
My_Mom: u have to find out where those muslim cemetaries are
ME: okay
My_Mom: and ask how much it costs, muslims do it cheaper and there is no embalming, the body is buried immediately according to islamic tradition
My_Mom: its all that fuss, embalming, keeping the body in a cooler and for viewing, expensive cars for hire etc., expensive coffin, it ends up to 20 000 $
ME: okay
My_Mom: thats why most people now want cremation, it's cheaper and only costs like 2000 - 4000
ME: yep
My_Mom: but muslims want to keep it simple and thats why the cost stays down
My_Mom: its actually an islamic duty to keep a burial simple, as all else in life
ME: okay
My_Mom: also if one has a lot of money, u can spend a lot for it too, but embalming is forbidden and not burying the body as fast as possible
My_Mom: make sure no cremation ok
My_Mom: make sure kraig doesnt do that
ME: i know
My_Mom: like he doesnt know
ME: he knows
My_Mom: ok
My_Mom: well its just a very important thing
ME: ok
My_Mom: christians and jews arent supposed to cremate either, but with the costs of a normal burial so high, they opt for it
ME: ok
My_Mom: anyway, if god forbid something does happen, just call the local mosque and they will step in and help, tell u or kraig how to go about
ME: ok
My_Mom: and usually the plot might be cheaper, if the land is owned by muslims already
ME: ok
My_Mom: they are not doing this to do business, but to offer a service
ME: ok
My_Mom: also i can imagine it might be more expensive in cali, with everything else being so expensive
ME: ok
My_Mom: would be interesting to find out, the local mosque can give u some information about it
ME: ok
My_Mom: how is the weather there?
ME: warm
My_Mom: how is marmalade, wish i could hug her and stashi pooh
ME: she's fine
My_Mom: stashi still being full of mischief ?
My_Mom: annoying poor marma
ME: yep, they wrestle
My_Mom: hehe, he is just playful
My_Mom: some woman in manitoba won last saturday's 649 lotto of 27 mill
My_Mom: lucky woman
My_Mom: trudi gave me a super7 ticket good for 10 weeks on my birthday, nothing
ME: aww
My_Mom: well hello 27 mill, i could live with that
My_Mom: imagine
My_Mom: even 1 mill i would be thrilled
My_Mom: question....
My_Mom: is it important to click on "log out" when leaving your email?
My_Mom: or is it ok just to close the window?
ME: you can close the window, use "log out" if you're sharing a computer with someone, like at a librry
ME: library
My_Mom: k
My_Mom: c u
ME: bye
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Movie Review: LE DIVORCE
Le Divorce (2003)
Directed by:
James Ivory
Starring:
Kate Hudson
Naomi Watts
Glenn Close
Stockard Channing
Plot Synopsis:
Isabel (Hudson) heads to Paris to help out her pregnant stepsister (Watts), and arrives to find that her husband (Poupaud) has abandoned her. Deciding not to cave to les ennuis, the sisters hit the Paris social scene, where they attend parties where natives and expatriates mingle. Cross-cultural romances and hijinx ensue.
Sabina's Review:
This movie blows goats!!!!
Directed by:
James Ivory
Starring:
Kate Hudson
Naomi Watts
Glenn Close
Stockard Channing
Plot Synopsis:
Isabel (Hudson) heads to Paris to help out her pregnant stepsister (Watts), and arrives to find that her husband (Poupaud) has abandoned her. Deciding not to cave to les ennuis, the sisters hit the Paris social scene, where they attend parties where natives and expatriates mingle. Cross-cultural romances and hijinx ensue.
Sabina's Review:
This movie blows goats!!!!
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Blast from the past
I'm in the middle of cleaning and I'm putting away some stuff that I had grabbed from my parents' place this summer...out fell a note...it was a formal letter written by Darren T. , this dude that 2 of my friends were madly in love with (and one of them, Kelly, lost her virginity to him and then i was stuck listening to every horrible moment of it re-lived every single night on the phone as she agonized over him...geezus...)...he had written some formal letter thing for his job and I found it absolutely hilarious at the time, I asked him to let me have it when he was done (he used to clean apartments while he was a student).
August 22, 1991 **one year before she lost her virginity to him, so sad that I know the exact weekend she did that with him to this day**
On Saturday, June 15, 1001, I saw the resident from apartment 715 about to commence urinating down the garbage chute as I was doing a routine garbage run. As I was cleaning the ashtray, I saw him come out of his apartment (715) and walk into the disposal room (he didn't notice me). As I waslked over to clean the disposal room, I noticed the man was standing in front of the chute with the zipper of his jeans down and ready to urinate. He then noticed me and walked back into 715.
Also, on numerous occasions I've had to mop out the elevator after he had done his duty.
I've also had many complaints from tenants that the carpets in the elevators (now tile floor) smelled of urine.
((signature))
Darren T.
White Knight Cleaning
It cracked me up back then, and it cracks me up now.
August 22, 1991 **one year before she lost her virginity to him, so sad that I know the exact weekend she did that with him to this day**
On Saturday, June 15, 1001, I saw the resident from apartment 715 about to commence urinating down the garbage chute as I was doing a routine garbage run. As I was cleaning the ashtray, I saw him come out of his apartment (715) and walk into the disposal room (he didn't notice me). As I waslked over to clean the disposal room, I noticed the man was standing in front of the chute with the zipper of his jeans down and ready to urinate. He then noticed me and walked back into 715.
Also, on numerous occasions I've had to mop out the elevator after he had done his duty.
I've also had many complaints from tenants that the carpets in the elevators (now tile floor) smelled of urine.
((signature))
Darren T.
White Knight Cleaning
It cracked me up back then, and it cracks me up now.
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