So I'm sitting on the sofa up in the concierge lounge enjoying a glass of Cabernet Savignon, a piece of chocolate cake, reading my latest book. The tabloid show ET is on the humongous flat screen TV in front of me. A guy is on the opposite end of the sofa, apparently doing what I'm doing - reading a bit here and there, watching the TV when it interests him.
Did I mention I'm in Atlanta for a trade show? Remember, I'm in the medical devices biz. Not the most sexy biz in the world. Especially this show. (I won't explain, just take my word for it.) I don't know if the sofa guy is here for the trade show. maybe, maybe not. I'm guessing he's in his mid-40's. He's a bit on the "intellectual" side. Balding on top - you know, the crown-o-hair, halo style, t shirt, cargo pant, worn tennis shoes. (although farbeit from me to make a style statement about someone...) I'll admit, I thought maybe I'd aged him a bit too old based on the hair. Maybe he's early 40's but after my brief interaction I'm sure he's at least mid 40's if not older. See if you agree....
So you know, ET does their "Celeb birthdays". Apparently sofa guy was listening and said to no one, but really to me "Can you believe Kate Jackson is 60 today?!"
Who in the hell is Kate Jackson?
me: I'm sorry? who?
sofa guy: Kate Jackson! From Charlie's Angel's! She was every teenage boy' dream! Man, you can't trust anyone HALF her age! Can you believe it?! (said as though he was clearly one of those teenage boys)
me: oh... (smile weakly.)
Did I mention I'm THIRTY TWO!!!!
Now if I was a witty person I would have said: Sorry I don't know who you're talking about, I was only toddling around when that show was on.
But alas, I'm not witty. Well, I am - 15 minutes after a situation occurs. But I don't think the term for that is "witty" anymore. I think it's "lost opportunity".
Am I upset at this? Hell no! I'm pissed!! How freakin' old does this guy think I am??!!! I mean c'mon! Sure, I have my glasses on, but folks I'm not creased from years in the sun for god's sake! This guy was talking to me as if I were his contemporary!
I've never had an issue with my age. I never had an issue with getting older. I WELCOMED turning 30. Really - I did. But this is f'n ridiculous! This guy was treading on really thin ice. It's one thing to get mistaken for being within a few years of your actual age. It's quite another for being mistaken for being DECADES older than your actual age.
I think I'll chalk it up to sofa guy being obviously socially inept.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Taking a poll
I have a question about the election for you guys - but it's not really a political question, per se...
I've noticed lately that all the state and local people running for office in my area have been campaigning (as they should) but NO ONE is mentioning their political party affiliation in their ads or signage. Is that happening where you live??
I'm just curious. I don't recall that being the case in previous elections. I mean, it could have been the case and I just didn't notice it - but I don't believe that was the case.
This year - NOTHIN'. In order to find what ticket a candidate is running on you have to research it. Nobody is 'fessin up!
Why is that?
- don't want to align themselves with a particular presidential candidate (or current prez...)?
- don't want people to assume their stance based solely on party affiliation?
But by not saying doesn't that make it harder for voters to possibly even find their candidate on the ballot thereby not getting voted for at all?
I don't know, I'm not political analyst, obviously. It just seems like a weird tactic.
I've noticed lately that all the state and local people running for office in my area have been campaigning (as they should) but NO ONE is mentioning their political party affiliation in their ads or signage. Is that happening where you live??
I'm just curious. I don't recall that being the case in previous elections. I mean, it could have been the case and I just didn't notice it - but I don't believe that was the case.
This year - NOTHIN'. In order to find what ticket a candidate is running on you have to research it. Nobody is 'fessin up!
Why is that?
- don't want to align themselves with a particular presidential candidate (or current prez...)?
- don't want people to assume their stance based solely on party affiliation?
But by not saying doesn't that make it harder for voters to possibly even find their candidate on the ballot thereby not getting voted for at all?
I don't know, I'm not political analyst, obviously. It just seems like a weird tactic.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
I might as well be a hooker...
Last night I helped out Crazy Pet Lady, rather, CPL's mom by being a volunteer at a March of Dimes fundraiser. I actually had a blast. What a great cause!!! I should probably get to the point as I don't want anyone thinking I'd rather be a hooker than volunteering for a great cause... I'm not that self-centered...
So "mom" signed us up to be greeters, you know, grabbing all the rich people as they enter the hall, explaining all the places where they can easily part with their money for a good cause. Of course we're lookin' hot in black skirts and button up white shirts... CPL, as always with all 5'11" slenderness of her with her naturally curly hair and fallin' out tatas (sorry girl - you know I had to throw that in with you and you're mom making unbutton one more button... ; ) and me I've got the "hot for teacher/ Palin" thing going on 'cause my contacts have been giving me hell lately so the glasses are on and I'm wearing one of CPL's tight shirts. (all my white ones have company logos on 'em). We're both wearing our f-me boots. we didn't plan it - we just have a knack lately for dressing the same (although it's usually just at the gym...) BTW - I can look like Palin - just don't call me Palin - them are fightin' words...
I digress... and no, the f-me boots reference has nothing to do with the hooker reference... I'll get to that...
So at one point everyone has arrived and our greeter job is done. One of the MofD women ask if we could help pick up these little plates - they're running out and need help.
Now let me clarify something here. The benefit is being held at a facility that has a hired wait staff. The benefit itself has about 10 volunteers like greeters, people helping out with the auction, coat takers, etc... But hey, if the hired wait staff needs help we'll pitch in - no problem! We're here to help, right?!
First of all, I've never worked in food service. And second, do you know how clumsy I am? I was nervous when asked to do this but I wasn't going to say no - I was here to help. No one said I had to pile stacks of plates up my arm and take them to the back. I would just grab what I could even if it meant I had to make several trips. It can't be that hard, right?
The benefit was set up for food with small plates. There were trays set up in the corners where people were supposed to take their dirty plates when they went up for more but no one was. No one gave me and CPL any direction - they just said clear plates off tables. So we grabbed plates and started to stack them on the trays in the corners.
Well, well, well...
Apparently one of the hired wait staff saw us doing that and ran over and laid into us right in the middle of the benefit. (yes - she knew we were volunteers, not hired help)
"You girls can't be stacking all those plates on my tray! I can't lift that tray with all those extra plates! Plus you're gonna make it all fall over! You need to take those to the back in the kitchen!!"
On top of being stunned I didn't want to make matters worse by saying anything - or make myself look like an ass too. I kept my mouth shut. CPL and I looked at each other and returned to collecting plates.
With the next batch we went to try to figure out how to get into the kitchen. We hadn't been back there before. We apparently walked around our ass to get to our elbow but finally found it. In the meantime getting an earful from another "high ranking" employee about how we didn't have to go all the way to the back to get there. We got stiff direction on how to use the doors that connected to the dining area.
Ok - got it. Again, even out of earshot from attendees I kept my mouth shut. I wouldn't want to embarrass CPL's mom. Not that she knows any of these people - but I'm here trying to volunteer and help out. I decided (for once) to just shut it.
So CPL and I went out again to grab plates. This time I made it back to the kitchen before her. (probably because I didn't trust myself to carry too many - CPL has food service experience....I do not.) As I set the plates down I turned to hurry out to collect more - that's what they told us - grab as many plates possible! they're running out!!- the "head boss gal" grabbed my plates and said:
"hey volunteer! you have you clean the plates!!" as she's violently shaking off any contents of each plate in between words, into the trash
"or we can't wash 'em!!" loudly tossing a dish to the washer
"you just can't leave 'em here!!" I can't believe the dish didn't break
"next time" throwing back another plate, huffing as if this work is literally going to cause her to have an aneurysm on the spot
"clean off your plates!!" emptying off another plate and tossing it back.
And let me be clear. She was almost yelling this to me with the meanest, gruffest, bitchiest, tone I have almost ever been talked to in my whole entire life.
I stood there watching the whole time. I was stunned. It was like a train wreck. I couldn't look away.
As I finally turned to leave she grabbed a stack of clean plates and said "take these outside and put them anywhere".
Right. bitch. I know where to put them.
Now I don't know what gets into people. I'd have been happy to scrape those plates. I'm not one iota above it. But don't F'in treat me like a piece of garbage. No one deserves to be treated like that, volunteer or paid employee. As a matter of fact - I'm not even getting paid to scrape plates and I'd be happy to do it. I'm helping YOU out, lady since you're the one getting the pay check. Granted, it probably sucks. But if you were a little nicer it'd do it for you. But if you're gonna act like that forget it. Do it your damn self and I'll go over here and do my cushy little volunteer job and let you sweat it out.
But I'll tell what - if that's what working in food service is like - it SUCKS. It SUCKS big time!! It SUCKS so big time that I might as well be a hooker....
So "mom" signed us up to be greeters, you know, grabbing all the rich people as they enter the hall, explaining all the places where they can easily part with their money for a good cause. Of course we're lookin' hot in black skirts and button up white shirts... CPL, as always with all 5'11" slenderness of her with her naturally curly hair and fallin' out tatas (sorry girl - you know I had to throw that in with you and you're mom making unbutton one more button... ; ) and me I've got the "hot for teacher/ Palin" thing going on 'cause my contacts have been giving me hell lately so the glasses are on and I'm wearing one of CPL's tight shirts. (all my white ones have company logos on 'em). We're both wearing our f-me boots. we didn't plan it - we just have a knack lately for dressing the same (although it's usually just at the gym...) BTW - I can look like Palin - just don't call me Palin - them are fightin' words...
I digress... and no, the f-me boots reference has nothing to do with the hooker reference... I'll get to that...
So at one point everyone has arrived and our greeter job is done. One of the MofD women ask if we could help pick up these little plates - they're running out and need help.
Now let me clarify something here. The benefit is being held at a facility that has a hired wait staff. The benefit itself has about 10 volunteers like greeters, people helping out with the auction, coat takers, etc... But hey, if the hired wait staff needs help we'll pitch in - no problem! We're here to help, right?!
First of all, I've never worked in food service. And second, do you know how clumsy I am? I was nervous when asked to do this but I wasn't going to say no - I was here to help. No one said I had to pile stacks of plates up my arm and take them to the back. I would just grab what I could even if it meant I had to make several trips. It can't be that hard, right?
The benefit was set up for food with small plates. There were trays set up in the corners where people were supposed to take their dirty plates when they went up for more but no one was. No one gave me and CPL any direction - they just said clear plates off tables. So we grabbed plates and started to stack them on the trays in the corners.
Well, well, well...
Apparently one of the hired wait staff saw us doing that and ran over and laid into us right in the middle of the benefit. (yes - she knew we were volunteers, not hired help)
"You girls can't be stacking all those plates on my tray! I can't lift that tray with all those extra plates! Plus you're gonna make it all fall over! You need to take those to the back in the kitchen!!"
On top of being stunned I didn't want to make matters worse by saying anything - or make myself look like an ass too. I kept my mouth shut. CPL and I looked at each other and returned to collecting plates.
With the next batch we went to try to figure out how to get into the kitchen. We hadn't been back there before. We apparently walked around our ass to get to our elbow but finally found it. In the meantime getting an earful from another "high ranking" employee about how we didn't have to go all the way to the back to get there. We got stiff direction on how to use the doors that connected to the dining area.
Ok - got it. Again, even out of earshot from attendees I kept my mouth shut. I wouldn't want to embarrass CPL's mom. Not that she knows any of these people - but I'm here trying to volunteer and help out. I decided (for once) to just shut it.
So CPL and I went out again to grab plates. This time I made it back to the kitchen before her. (probably because I didn't trust myself to carry too many - CPL has food service experience....I do not.) As I set the plates down I turned to hurry out to collect more - that's what they told us - grab as many plates possible! they're running out!!- the "head boss gal" grabbed my plates and said:
"hey volunteer! you have you clean the plates!!" as she's violently shaking off any contents of each plate in between words, into the trash
"or we can't wash 'em!!" loudly tossing a dish to the washer
"you just can't leave 'em here!!" I can't believe the dish didn't break
"next time" throwing back another plate, huffing as if this work is literally going to cause her to have an aneurysm on the spot
"clean off your plates!!" emptying off another plate and tossing it back.
And let me be clear. She was almost yelling this to me with the meanest, gruffest, bitchiest, tone I have almost ever been talked to in my whole entire life.
I stood there watching the whole time. I was stunned. It was like a train wreck. I couldn't look away.
As I finally turned to leave she grabbed a stack of clean plates and said "take these outside and put them anywhere".
Right. bitch. I know where to put them.
Now I don't know what gets into people. I'd have been happy to scrape those plates. I'm not one iota above it. But don't F'in treat me like a piece of garbage. No one deserves to be treated like that, volunteer or paid employee. As a matter of fact - I'm not even getting paid to scrape plates and I'd be happy to do it. I'm helping YOU out, lady since you're the one getting the pay check. Granted, it probably sucks. But if you were a little nicer it'd do it for you. But if you're gonna act like that forget it. Do it your damn self and I'll go over here and do my cushy little volunteer job and let you sweat it out.
But I'll tell what - if that's what working in food service is like - it SUCKS. It SUCKS big time!! It SUCKS so big time that I might as well be a hooker....
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Losing it...
I stopped on the way to work this morning to get gas. I used my debit card and it asked for my zip code. I hesitated but plugged it in. It told me to see the cashier. I went inside and she told me my card was declined.
WHAT? I panicked.
She said it doesn't tell her why just that it was declined. I sheepishly told her that I wasn't sure I put in the right zip code.
Sure, that could make it decline the card but she couldn't say for sure since it doesn't give a reason. She reset it and allowed me to give it another try.
I went back out to the car still in a panic.
What the frig is my zip code???!!!
I tried calling D but he was in the shower and not answering his phone. I started panicking all over again. I started going through things in my car...
What would have MY zip code on it??
Business card? nope
Anything in my planner?? nope
SHIT!!
Anything in my wallet....
I open up my wallet and DUH!
My address is on my drivers license.
Sure enough, I had typed in my zip code wrong. This time I put it in correctly and it worked just fine.
What the hell is wrong with me?? First I can't remember my zip code and then I can't remember where in the hell to find it?!
I should have turned around and gone straight home and just started my day all over...
WHAT? I panicked.
She said it doesn't tell her why just that it was declined. I sheepishly told her that I wasn't sure I put in the right zip code.
Sure, that could make it decline the card but she couldn't say for sure since it doesn't give a reason. She reset it and allowed me to give it another try.
I went back out to the car still in a panic.
What the frig is my zip code???!!!
I tried calling D but he was in the shower and not answering his phone. I started panicking all over again. I started going through things in my car...
What would have MY zip code on it??
Business card? nope
Anything in my planner?? nope
SHIT!!
Anything in my wallet....
I open up my wallet and DUH!
My address is on my drivers license.
Sure enough, I had typed in my zip code wrong. This time I put it in correctly and it worked just fine.
What the hell is wrong with me?? First I can't remember my zip code and then I can't remember where in the hell to find it?!
I should have turned around and gone straight home and just started my day all over...
Friday, October 10, 2008
WOW!
Well, if I knew that last post was going to get FIFTEEN comments I would have... well, I don't know what I would have done any different.
Y'all know I'm not much into blogging about politics but Palin really has me, well, concerned. As a person she seems really sweet and nice - don't get me wrong. But there's a HUGE difference between people I find "nice" and those that I want second in command of my country. Even more so if I'm exceptionally concerned that the guy first in command might not make it through his full tenure.
Winking is cute for a hockey mom. Being "folksy" makes for an adorable hockey mom.
Those traits do not instill confidence coming from a world leader. That's all I'm sayin'.
OK - done with politics. Who wants to move the discussion to the economy??
just kidding...
Y'all know I'm not much into blogging about politics but Palin really has me, well, concerned. As a person she seems really sweet and nice - don't get me wrong. But there's a HUGE difference between people I find "nice" and those that I want second in command of my country. Even more so if I'm exceptionally concerned that the guy first in command might not make it through his full tenure.
Winking is cute for a hockey mom. Being "folksy" makes for an adorable hockey mom.
Those traits do not instill confidence coming from a world leader. That's all I'm sayin'.
OK - done with politics. Who wants to move the discussion to the economy??
just kidding...
Friday, October 03, 2008
Just wonderin'
Did anyone else notice that Biden got choked up when he started talking about his wife and child that died many years ago? Has anyone else noticed today, through reading commentary of the debate, that NO ONE has brought that up?? How come every vulture jumped on Hillary when she got choked up??!!!
(if they have I haven't seen it yet)
I'm not saying that he shouldn't have... I'm just pointing out that no one's mentioned it yet. Hillary got a new drilled a new you-know-what, got called weak and chastised for showing emotion.
I don't care your politcal views - I find it interesting it being harped on when Hillary did it and I haven't heard one iota yet when Joe did it.
just sayin'
(if they have I haven't seen it yet)
I'm not saying that he shouldn't have... I'm just pointing out that no one's mentioned it yet. Hillary got a new drilled a new you-know-what, got called weak and chastised for showing emotion.
I don't care your politcal views - I find it interesting it being harped on when Hillary did it and I haven't heard one iota yet when Joe did it.
just sayin'
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Palin vs Biden
WHY IS SHE WINKING AT ME??!!!!!
STOP WINKING AT ME!!!!!
Maverick who??
Isn't that a bad western with Mel Gibson and Jodi Foster??
STOP WINKING AT ME!!!!!
Maverick who??
Isn't that a bad western with Mel Gibson and Jodi Foster??
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
CA style Wedding
Congratulations to my two best-est friends who got married September 19th in Cal-i-forn-i-a.
To the two blushing brides - Christy and Ann.
Yep - my first girl, girl wedding!! And I was honored by being asked to be their witness!!!
And yes, it's legal folks. They are now required to files taxes jointly. Gotta love it!
And after the ceremony there was a big bash with food and cake!! What fun!!
Thanks for letting me share such an important day in your life!!
To the two blushing brides - Christy and Ann.
Yep - my first girl, girl wedding!! And I was honored by being asked to be their witness!!!
And yes, it's legal folks. They are now required to files taxes jointly. Gotta love it!
And after the ceremony there was a big bash with food and cake!! What fun!!
Thanks for letting me share such an important day in your life!!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
My "Sweet T" moment
So do y'all know my friend "Sweet T"? If not, check out her blog. She had a funny incident involving smoke alarms in her house not long ago.
The way she wrote the story I assumed the alarms were hard wired into her house (like mine are) because if not I would have thought she and her hubby would have just thought to pop out the batteries until said "smoke incident" had cleared out of the house. (obviously it was not an emergency or else they would have grabbed the kids and evacuated... I don't want anyone to worry...)
So this past Sunday D left, again, to go to the mother ship for work and I was left all alone. Sure enough remnants of Ike - or some storm - brought a wind storm through the area and knocked out electricity to the house. I was starting to get antsy because it was hot and muggy outside and without air conditioning I was envisioning the worst if the power wasn't back on soon. I kept trying to call D but he wasn't answering his phone. It was pretty late so I didn't want to call my in-laws in the next town over to see if they had lost power in case they were already in bed. I wanted someone to get online and give me an update from the power company's website - they conveniently give info right there (assuming you can access it...) You can also report an outage (although somehow that doesn't really make sense to me...)
I finally got in touch with D, 45 minutes after the power had initially gone out.
me: hon, can you look and give me an update on what's going on? I called McGregor and JJ and they have power and the other half of the neighborhood still is on.
D: ok, let me log on
(while he's getting online)
me: can you also get me the number so I can call to report it - just in case no one has done it yet (at this point I didn't realize it was the storm and thought maybe someone had hit a pole or something)
D: sure - but their site seems down. I can't get on it.
me: (getting frantic) what am I going to do? It's too late to call your parents! What if no one's called it in? how much longer is it going to be? it's really starting to get hot in here!
D: (in a very calm voice although I swear tinged with superiority...) um, why don't you look it up in the phonebook.
me: oh. I didn't think of that.
Yes. I'm so used to hopping online and looking up numbers on the computer I TOTALLY forgot about it up the old-fashioned way. Go figure. I was starting to panic that I'd be without power and I wasn't thinking... not good... Of course I could have also just called 411 on my cell too... but I didn't think of that either...
There you go Sweet T. We're even.
The way she wrote the story I assumed the alarms were hard wired into her house (like mine are) because if not I would have thought she and her hubby would have just thought to pop out the batteries until said "smoke incident" had cleared out of the house. (obviously it was not an emergency or else they would have grabbed the kids and evacuated... I don't want anyone to worry...)
So this past Sunday D left, again, to go to the mother ship for work and I was left all alone. Sure enough remnants of Ike - or some storm - brought a wind storm through the area and knocked out electricity to the house. I was starting to get antsy because it was hot and muggy outside and without air conditioning I was envisioning the worst if the power wasn't back on soon. I kept trying to call D but he wasn't answering his phone. It was pretty late so I didn't want to call my in-laws in the next town over to see if they had lost power in case they were already in bed. I wanted someone to get online and give me an update from the power company's website - they conveniently give info right there (assuming you can access it...) You can also report an outage (although somehow that doesn't really make sense to me...)
I finally got in touch with D, 45 minutes after the power had initially gone out.
me: hon, can you look and give me an update on what's going on? I called McGregor and JJ and they have power and the other half of the neighborhood still is on.
D: ok, let me log on
(while he's getting online)
me: can you also get me the number so I can call to report it - just in case no one has done it yet (at this point I didn't realize it was the storm and thought maybe someone had hit a pole or something)
D: sure - but their site seems down. I can't get on it.
me: (getting frantic) what am I going to do? It's too late to call your parents! What if no one's called it in? how much longer is it going to be? it's really starting to get hot in here!
D: (in a very calm voice although I swear tinged with superiority...) um, why don't you look it up in the phonebook.
me: oh. I didn't think of that.
Yes. I'm so used to hopping online and looking up numbers on the computer I TOTALLY forgot about it up the old-fashioned way. Go figure. I was starting to panic that I'd be without power and I wasn't thinking... not good... Of course I could have also just called 411 on my cell too... but I didn't think of that either...
There you go Sweet T. We're even.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
ok, ok!!
OK, I know I haven't posted in a while and here's why. My computer is still broken!!!!
I don't like to bitch about work on my blog - you never know who's going to be reading... but we have an inept IT dept and essentially I have to do my own IT-ing. (or try to anyway...) So with the help of our CORPORATE IT dept. (which is different than our company IT dept. - don't try and understand, it's confusing) me and D actually wiped the operating system off my computer and reinstalled it about the time I posted last.
So - to make a long, laborious story really short (and I mean it this time) I'm running on the barest of essentials on the computer. Oh yeah - and all the time that it took to do that, combined with all the time I wasted limping along with a computer that wasn't working properly, I'm kinda behind at work - hence not updating the blog. I'm waiting on a new computer that's taken our IT guy 3 weeks to "get around" to ordering and another 3 weeks to get in and god knows how long for him to actually get it to me...
I have a lot to tell you! I've been to TWO concerts at the NY State Fair, I had friends come visit from CA, I'm leaving today to go to a NASCAR race in VA this weekend, I'll be in Canada (for work) most of next week, I'm off to CA the end of next week for my best friend's wedding. (taking a deep breath....) In October I'm headed to Boston for a week and Atlanta for a week (yes, both for work) but it's not a much traveling as a usually do that month. And in Nov. I'm headed to Seattle and then to Anaheim in December for work - where I'm stickin' around and D's flying out so we can spend some time at Disney with friend's - mini-vacation!!!!
AND my cousin Laura is getting married!! WHOO HOO and she asked me to be "her girl" in the wedding!! I'm SOOOO excited- it's a destination wedding on the coast of NC - next June, of course - but we're already starting to look for beach houses for the week!!!
I'm just tired of thinking about it... but there you go.
I don't like to bitch about work on my blog - you never know who's going to be reading... but we have an inept IT dept and essentially I have to do my own IT-ing. (or try to anyway...) So with the help of our CORPORATE IT dept. (which is different than our company IT dept. - don't try and understand, it's confusing) me and D actually wiped the operating system off my computer and reinstalled it about the time I posted last.
So - to make a long, laborious story really short (and I mean it this time) I'm running on the barest of essentials on the computer. Oh yeah - and all the time that it took to do that, combined with all the time I wasted limping along with a computer that wasn't working properly, I'm kinda behind at work - hence not updating the blog. I'm waiting on a new computer that's taken our IT guy 3 weeks to "get around" to ordering and another 3 weeks to get in and god knows how long for him to actually get it to me...
I have a lot to tell you! I've been to TWO concerts at the NY State Fair, I had friends come visit from CA, I'm leaving today to go to a NASCAR race in VA this weekend, I'll be in Canada (for work) most of next week, I'm off to CA the end of next week for my best friend's wedding. (taking a deep breath....) In October I'm headed to Boston for a week and Atlanta for a week (yes, both for work) but it's not a much traveling as a usually do that month. And in Nov. I'm headed to Seattle and then to Anaheim in December for work - where I'm stickin' around and D's flying out so we can spend some time at Disney with friend's - mini-vacation!!!!
AND my cousin Laura is getting married!! WHOO HOO and she asked me to be "her girl" in the wedding!! I'm SOOOO excited- it's a destination wedding on the coast of NC - next June, of course - but we're already starting to look for beach houses for the week!!!
I'm just tired of thinking about it... but there you go.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Am I missing the point?
So I've been on MySpace for over a year and on Facebook for a good bit of months (I know, what does that mean??) And I've noticed this phenomenon...
When I first got on MySpace people would contact me from eons ago in my life... They would say "hi, what's up? What are you up to these days?" Depending on the person you may have a lot say, you may not... but generally everyone was polite. It was fun! I would never have guessed I would have cared to get back in contact with people from so long ago... but it was generally people from Jr high, even elementary school!! Even a few people from high school... the ones that I wouldn't mind talking to again.
But then I joined Facebook... at first people asked to be "friends" and would send a message along with the request. But then I started getting more and more requests... no message. Mostly from people I wasn't really friends with in the first place - just mere acquaintances.
Ok - I understand if we weren't really friends so much then but you want to say "hi" now. I get that - just wanting to reach out or what not. But not saying anything???
Just asking to be my friend for nothing?
Ok, I know - you accept the request and on Facebook then they can see your full profile.
But I'm guessing they really aren't looking at my profile...
So is it just a game to see who can get the most friends??
See if it were me and I really didn't have a lot to say but wanted to be their "friend" I'd look at their profile, find something interesting, message them and reference something in the profile "So how are you doing these days? I see you're living in Kalamazoo?? Interesting! How'd you end up there from SC??" cuz I'm nosey like that....
I've started in with it too. Just started requesting people to be my friend. Just to see what will happen. Do they say hi? Nope - not unless I message them first.
I mean, what's the point? Am I missing the point?
If you're not talking to me and you're not looking at my profile then why do you want to be my cyber friend??
Maybe I'm too old for this... Can someone explain this to me??
As I tell my husband all the time - if you don't understand a commercial on TV it's one of two reasons: 1) it's a terribly done commercial or 2) you're not the target audience.
So what is it?? Facebook is booming with my age group... I'm supposed to be the target audience! It's supposed to be "good"!!
I don't get it...
So - the message is... my blog address is posted on my Facebook page. If you're taking the time to go through my profile you know that. If you care, you've actually come to my blog, which means you've read this entry. Which now means you know - don't just send me a friend request "just because". If you are interested in really getting in touch send me a message...
Although, I guess this will fall on deaf ears because in order to see my blog address you have to send me a friend request and I have to accept it and if you really don't care to be my friend you won't have gone through my profile to see this address.....
Oh well....
When I first got on MySpace people would contact me from eons ago in my life... They would say "hi, what's up? What are you up to these days?" Depending on the person you may have a lot say, you may not... but generally everyone was polite. It was fun! I would never have guessed I would have cared to get back in contact with people from so long ago... but it was generally people from Jr high, even elementary school!! Even a few people from high school... the ones that I wouldn't mind talking to again.
But then I joined Facebook... at first people asked to be "friends" and would send a message along with the request. But then I started getting more and more requests... no message. Mostly from people I wasn't really friends with in the first place - just mere acquaintances.
Ok - I understand if we weren't really friends so much then but you want to say "hi" now. I get that - just wanting to reach out or what not. But not saying anything???
Just asking to be my friend for nothing?
Ok, I know - you accept the request and on Facebook then they can see your full profile.
But I'm guessing they really aren't looking at my profile...
So is it just a game to see who can get the most friends??
See if it were me and I really didn't have a lot to say but wanted to be their "friend" I'd look at their profile, find something interesting, message them and reference something in the profile "So how are you doing these days? I see you're living in Kalamazoo?? Interesting! How'd you end up there from SC??" cuz I'm nosey like that....
I've started in with it too. Just started requesting people to be my friend. Just to see what will happen. Do they say hi? Nope - not unless I message them first.
I mean, what's the point? Am I missing the point?
If you're not talking to me and you're not looking at my profile then why do you want to be my cyber friend??
Maybe I'm too old for this... Can someone explain this to me??
As I tell my husband all the time - if you don't understand a commercial on TV it's one of two reasons: 1) it's a terribly done commercial or 2) you're not the target audience.
So what is it?? Facebook is booming with my age group... I'm supposed to be the target audience! It's supposed to be "good"!!
I don't get it...
So - the message is... my blog address is posted on my Facebook page. If you're taking the time to go through my profile you know that. If you care, you've actually come to my blog, which means you've read this entry. Which now means you know - don't just send me a friend request "just because". If you are interested in really getting in touch send me a message...
Although, I guess this will fall on deaf ears because in order to see my blog address you have to send me a friend request and I have to accept it and if you really don't care to be my friend you won't have gone through my profile to see this address.....
Oh well....
Monday, August 11, 2008
9 fingers.. almost...
so the new island counter top is in. Did I mention that Zodiac stuff is slippery?
I chopped and prepped all my stuff for stir fry the other night (you know, in honor of the Olympics in China, and all...) and was cleaning up the kitchen before I start the actual cooking. (stir fry cooks fast!)
Now, I'm sure you all think I can't cook for shit - but really.. I'm good! I swear!
And I really do know my way around a kitchen... I swear!!
So I grabbed my chef's knife and go to move it to my brand-spanking-new sink, from my brand-spanking-new island over my brand-spanking-new floor when it starts to slide uncontrollably over said brand-spanking-new island top.
It slides right off the island.
Now, usually I would hop backwards, let that baby fall right to the ground. Who cares what happens to the knife, the floor, whatever. It's a falling knife for Christ's sake!!! Wouldn't want to lose any fingers or toes!
But this time - and I don't know what got into me - I thought "not my new floor!".
But really - it's a tile floor. What's a knife going to do to it??? My brain didn't get that far into the processing part as I REACHED MY HAND OUT TO GRAB THE FALLING KNIFE.
Yes folks - I tried to grab a falling chef's knife.
And yes, the knife won.
And the weirdest part is how it cut me - it chopped up the crease where my pinkie finger attaches to my hand.... and when I say "chopped" I mean "chopped". It didn't "cut" or "slice"....
Now I jerked my hand back fast enough (my well honed cat-like reflexes) to keep from doing serious enough damage to require stitches or anything (apparently I need to sharpen my knives, thank god...) but it looks gross.
And yet another reason I apparently need to stay out of the kitchen.
I chopped and prepped all my stuff for stir fry the other night (you know, in honor of the Olympics in China, and all...) and was cleaning up the kitchen before I start the actual cooking. (stir fry cooks fast!)
Now, I'm sure you all think I can't cook for shit - but really.. I'm good! I swear!
And I really do know my way around a kitchen... I swear!!
So I grabbed my chef's knife and go to move it to my brand-spanking-new sink, from my brand-spanking-new island over my brand-spanking-new floor when it starts to slide uncontrollably over said brand-spanking-new island top.
It slides right off the island.
Now, usually I would hop backwards, let that baby fall right to the ground. Who cares what happens to the knife, the floor, whatever. It's a falling knife for Christ's sake!!! Wouldn't want to lose any fingers or toes!
But this time - and I don't know what got into me - I thought "not my new floor!".
But really - it's a tile floor. What's a knife going to do to it??? My brain didn't get that far into the processing part as I REACHED MY HAND OUT TO GRAB THE FALLING KNIFE.
Yes folks - I tried to grab a falling chef's knife.
And yes, the knife won.
And the weirdest part is how it cut me - it chopped up the crease where my pinkie finger attaches to my hand.... and when I say "chopped" I mean "chopped". It didn't "cut" or "slice"....
Now I jerked my hand back fast enough (my well honed cat-like reflexes) to keep from doing serious enough damage to require stitches or anything (apparently I need to sharpen my knives, thank god...) but it looks gross.
And yet another reason I apparently need to stay out of the kitchen.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Ginko, honey, ginko....
Where I live to the Canadian border is a little over 3 hours. After you cross over the border I have another hour and a half until I reach my corporate headquarters.
In case you don't know, acceptable means to get through the US/ Canadian border is 1) a passport OR 2) a drivers license AND a birth certificate. This will change soon to just a passport or a newfangled thing they call an enhanced drivers license. But I digress... I only use my passport because, well, I have one. (and really - who carries their birth certificate around??)
I had to go to headquarters over a week ago. I left on a Sunday afternoon. I got all the way to the border when I realized SHIT!
I forgot my passport.
I called my hubby in tears.
I know - not the worst thing to get all teared up about, but I've been doing a LOT of stupid things lately of which I've chosen not to blog about. This was the icing on the cake...
I turned around and my FABULOUS hubby got in his car and met me half way to bring said forgotten passport to me. All he did was reassure me that it could happen to anyone. (did anyone else put 2 and 2 together and realize that he did this during a NASCAR race to boot?? he didn't mention it at all...)
And even though I was certain he would at least tease me that I should be taking ginko for memory (which he used to tease me about ALL the time), he didn't say it at all...
In case you don't know, acceptable means to get through the US/ Canadian border is 1) a passport OR 2) a drivers license AND a birth certificate. This will change soon to just a passport or a newfangled thing they call an enhanced drivers license. But I digress... I only use my passport because, well, I have one. (and really - who carries their birth certificate around??)
I had to go to headquarters over a week ago. I left on a Sunday afternoon. I got all the way to the border when I realized SHIT!
I forgot my passport.
I called my hubby in tears.
I know - not the worst thing to get all teared up about, but I've been doing a LOT of stupid things lately of which I've chosen not to blog about. This was the icing on the cake...
I turned around and my FABULOUS hubby got in his car and met me half way to bring said forgotten passport to me. All he did was reassure me that it could happen to anyone. (did anyone else put 2 and 2 together and realize that he did this during a NASCAR race to boot?? he didn't mention it at all...)
And even though I was certain he would at least tease me that I should be taking ginko for memory (which he used to tease me about ALL the time), he didn't say it at all...
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Llama's, fainting goats and more!
Did I say in my last post that my life is sometimes boring? Funny, somehow I ended up at a llama/ fainting goat/ mininature horse/ alpaca farm last night. If you want to know how to you have to ask Crazy Pet Lady....
Monday, July 21, 2008
Snooty Winies, Hiking, Song Lyrics and a Movie Set
You know, sometimes I think my life is boring. And frankly it usually is. But then there are events that happen that just blow that thought right out the window. Take this weekend...
Friday night David and I accompanied some friends, McG and JJ, to a wine meet up. So, we have to get there early because even though McG isn't the "leader" of this meet up he might as well be... He is "wine all-knowing". We just sit and let him pour for us while everyone else just flocks to him, asking him about this and that wine related. At these meet ups you never know who's going to show. Generally it's a good group that shows - people of all ages and backgrounds, just wanting to get together to enjoy food and wine. However this one had a decidedly different vibe.
It got off to a rocky start - a young couple arrived in a cute little Smart car. The "real" meet up leader walked over, and in trying to be friendly and start conversation, said "oh how cool! I've never seen one of these in person before!" The girl promptly responded, "Well, now you have." and walked away. ( snob...)
She and her husband then proceeded to write their names on their name tag in JAPANESE. (I'm sorry, make that an f 'n snob...)
(did I mention they weren't Asian...?)
Pompous?
Arrogant?
Pretentious?
Yes, yes, and yes.
(I never did get their names - I didn't give enough of a shit to care to ask...)
Let's just say that was how I felt about some of the others that showed up. So I decided I would just sit in my chair and drink wine with my friends. I didn't have it in my to be social after that little interchange. I would say it was a boring evening, listening to these pompous asses trying to out do each other, "I'm 45, but I only get hit on by 28 year-olds"... but have enough wine and we were having our own fun. Anything can be entertaining with enough wine!!!
So the next day David and I went hiking with McG and JJ. We took the dogs too. It was a blast. First, as usual, everyone had to make fun of me when it was discovered that I do not know the words to songs.
Scratch that. I know words. Just not the right words....
So did you know that the Madonna and JT song is really "4 minutes to save the world"???
I thought it was something else....
So we went hiking to a lake, went "swimming"... ok, got in the water... grilled out... almost got caught in a thunderstorm (not good with our dogs...). Did I mention that McG PACKED IN with a small grill.... When you go with JJ and McG you go in style....
I took a few pictures... I'll have to post them later... I actually took them with the camera and not my phone.
And finally, on Sunday my brother-in-law, Famous Actor, is filming a movie a few towns away - a psychological thriller. David, the in-laws and I decided to go over to take him to dinner. When we got to the set they weren't quite done for the day so we got invited on the set to watch. We weren't there three minutes and my MIL was right there, in the middle of the action, with head phones on with the asst. producer. My husband pointed out "I wonder if all the actor's Mommy's and Daddy's come on set..." wink*wink
Another of the asst. producers, the long haired hippie, took a liking to my MIL and was showing her all around, explaining everything to her, introducing her to everyone "this is FA's mother!!". It was a HOOT! The asst. director was also explaining everything to my in-laws. Inviting them to come see other parts of the set later in the week, like the lake house, etc... Then he mentioned not to come Tuesday... it's a closed set day.
MIL: Why, is my son getting hacked into a thousand pieces??
Asst. Dir.: Um, no. There's going to be skin.
MIL (eyebrows raised): Oh great! it's not going to be like a porno or anything??!!!
Asst. Dir. (eyeballs bulging): Oh no!! It's tasteful!! Nothing will be shown or anything! It's all shadows and stuff. It's for the comfort of the actors...
MIL: Ok. [FA] do I need to be your manager?? Do I need to approve this stuff??? (she says laughing)
Let's be real... the premier of his last movie started with him in a sex scene with his girlfriend. I know - I was there... And the play before that - he turned on stage - full monty. I wasn't there but my hubby was (with his parents). The thing is - they never tell my MIL about these things. They just let her watch the play/ movie and see it when everyone else does.... talk about shock factor!
But, other than watching my MIL, it was BORING on the set. Making a movie is not all it's cracked up to be - unless you're part of it, I guess...
So, my weekend was pompous asses made fun by slight intoxication, hiking to a beautiful lake with friends, and being on the set, watching a movie being made.
Not too bad for just one weekend...
Friday night David and I accompanied some friends, McG and JJ, to a wine meet up. So, we have to get there early because even though McG isn't the "leader" of this meet up he might as well be... He is "wine all-knowing". We just sit and let him pour for us while everyone else just flocks to him, asking him about this and that wine related. At these meet ups you never know who's going to show. Generally it's a good group that shows - people of all ages and backgrounds, just wanting to get together to enjoy food and wine. However this one had a decidedly different vibe.
It got off to a rocky start - a young couple arrived in a cute little Smart car. The "real" meet up leader walked over, and in trying to be friendly and start conversation, said "oh how cool! I've never seen one of these in person before!" The girl promptly responded, "Well, now you have." and walked away. ( snob...)
She and her husband then proceeded to write their names on their name tag in JAPANESE. (I'm sorry, make that an f 'n snob...)
(did I mention they weren't Asian...?)
Pompous?
Arrogant?
Pretentious?
Yes, yes, and yes.
(I never did get their names - I didn't give enough of a shit to care to ask...)
Let's just say that was how I felt about some of the others that showed up. So I decided I would just sit in my chair and drink wine with my friends. I didn't have it in my to be social after that little interchange. I would say it was a boring evening, listening to these pompous asses trying to out do each other, "I'm 45, but I only get hit on by 28 year-olds"... but have enough wine and we were having our own fun. Anything can be entertaining with enough wine!!!
So the next day David and I went hiking with McG and JJ. We took the dogs too. It was a blast. First, as usual, everyone had to make fun of me when it was discovered that I do not know the words to songs.
Scratch that. I know words. Just not the right words....
So did you know that the Madonna and JT song is really "4 minutes to save the world"???
I thought it was something else....
So we went hiking to a lake, went "swimming"... ok, got in the water... grilled out... almost got caught in a thunderstorm (not good with our dogs...). Did I mention that McG PACKED IN with a small grill.... When you go with JJ and McG you go in style....
I took a few pictures... I'll have to post them later... I actually took them with the camera and not my phone.
And finally, on Sunday my brother-in-law, Famous Actor, is filming a movie a few towns away - a psychological thriller. David, the in-laws and I decided to go over to take him to dinner. When we got to the set they weren't quite done for the day so we got invited on the set to watch. We weren't there three minutes and my MIL was right there, in the middle of the action, with head phones on with the asst. producer. My husband pointed out "I wonder if all the actor's Mommy's and Daddy's come on set..." wink*wink
Another of the asst. producers, the long haired hippie, took a liking to my MIL and was showing her all around, explaining everything to her, introducing her to everyone "this is FA's mother!!". It was a HOOT! The asst. director was also explaining everything to my in-laws. Inviting them to come see other parts of the set later in the week, like the lake house, etc... Then he mentioned not to come Tuesday... it's a closed set day.
MIL: Why, is my son getting hacked into a thousand pieces??
Asst. Dir.: Um, no. There's going to be skin.
MIL (eyebrows raised): Oh great! it's not going to be like a porno or anything??!!!
Asst. Dir. (eyeballs bulging): Oh no!! It's tasteful!! Nothing will be shown or anything! It's all shadows and stuff. It's for the comfort of the actors...
MIL: Ok. [FA] do I need to be your manager?? Do I need to approve this stuff??? (she says laughing)
Let's be real... the premier of his last movie started with him in a sex scene with his girlfriend. I know - I was there... And the play before that - he turned on stage - full monty. I wasn't there but my hubby was (with his parents). The thing is - they never tell my MIL about these things. They just let her watch the play/ movie and see it when everyone else does.... talk about shock factor!
But, other than watching my MIL, it was BORING on the set. Making a movie is not all it's cracked up to be - unless you're part of it, I guess...
So, my weekend was pompous asses made fun by slight intoxication, hiking to a beautiful lake with friends, and being on the set, watching a movie being made.
Not too bad for just one weekend...
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