Monthly Archives: February 2011

Fun Time-Wasting Activity

So, it’s Sunday morning – and I just woke up, so I’m thinking church is out of the question. HOWEVER, I did find a fun little Facebook activity today. My sister, Beth, always has quirky stuff on her Facebook, and here’s what she posted today:

CREATE YOUR BAND NAME AND ALBUM COVER

To Do This:

1 – Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random”
…or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 – Go to Quotations Page and select “random quotations”
or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album

3 – Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”
or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover

4 – Use Photoshop, MS Paint or similar application to put it all together.

So, here it is. My first CD, if I ever were to make one:

What do you think? 😉

Go make one, too – then post a comment and tell me what it is.

Happy Sunday!

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The Best Part of Work

Today was a quiet, productive day, but it reminded me of the very best thing about work. Friends.

Some of you may think that work is about being productive, about building a meaningful career, about charting a course for your future. To that I say – pssh. Obviously work is about hanging out with your co-workers and goofing off.

Today, L and H were BOTH gone. Together. Without me. They went to visit some of their regional offices and did a spend-the-night trip. So, not only did they get to go out tonight and have fun and text me pictures of the delicious dessert they had at the Domain. They ALSO were not at the office all day, which meant there was no one to go down the hall with to get water, no one to eat lunch with, no one to IM during the day (remember that K also llllleeeeefffftttt us 😦 ) . I guess it was just as well, since I didn’t actually have time to eat a real lunch and had to eat while working.

And, yes, I was joking about the true purpose of work, but I have to say that the friends and supportive colleagues who make the days worth it, especially when life is super-hectic. Which it is right now.

Do you have good relationships with your co-workers and/or classmates? Or do you have that one special little person that grates on your nerves? 🙂

Tremendous Rambling and a Movie Rec

I just skype-texted with my sister and got super-nostalgic for my younger days. Why? Because when I asked her what she was going to do today, she said,

“[11:24:23 AM] Beth: volunteering at special olympics to get absences erased in my 8 am hps and then sing tonight. besides that, nothing and a lot more sleep.”

Not fair. She’s just now getting out of bed and I’ve been up since 7 because my husband (curse him) woke me up to say, “Don’t you want to go to the gym?” Why, yes, dear. I fell asleep on the bed with all my clothes on. I’m still asleep now. Of course, I’m filled with a burning desire to go and work out.

So, yes, I did get up and go to the gym. The only redeeming event of the workout was that this, possibly my all-time favorite movie, was on:

If you haven’t seen this movie, I demand that you go watch it immediately. It’s all about the possible combination of two private schools into a coeducational facility, and it is excellent. Three factual statements to prove this:

1) Our dog at my parents’ house is actually named after this movie – her name is Tinka, just like one of the main characters.

2) Smalls from Sandlot as a teenager – so crazy to see someone like that “grown up.”

3) “Up your ziggy with a wa-wa brush.” Probably the most famous quote from this movie and it just makes me laugh when I hear it.

Okay, maybe those are not the most convincing facts, but it’s a funny, cute movie, perfect for a rainy day like today, and it’s cool to see so many celebrities in their teenage days –

Kirsten Dunst

Kirsten in the movieKirsten now

Rachael Leigh Cook in the movie (pre She's All That)

RLC now (from when she was on Psych)

 

Tom Guiry from the Sandlot

Tom in the Black Donnellys

And there’s more – including Matthew Lawrence and Lily from The Princess Diaries.

Okay, that got really rambly, really quickly. I started out with complaints about not having free time,  and apparently, based on the celeb photo stalking I’ve done in the past 20 minutes, I have pl-e-nt-y of time.

Go watch this movie and have a happy Saturday! 🙂

Fatigue Setting In

Fatigute is setting in, but there’s a little hope in this situation. Right now, it’s a little after 5 p.m. in Moscow. Those Russians are getting to kick back with a frozen vodka and hang up their fur hat things.

It can’t come soon enough here – and that’s all I have to say. This week is making me a cranky, unpleasant hag to be around.

Have you ever noticed that when you’re tired, the person who suffers most is your significant other? I have pretty much been full-out crazy and mean to poor Ducks in the two days that I’ve been home from my lobbying trip this week. Why? Because I’ve been working extremely hard and am drained so I’m taking it out on him instead of just sleeping or eating a bunch of chocolate, which would be two better solutions.

It’s not really fair to him because he’s having a tough week too – a midterm and a brief due. But, who said that crazy-woman-exhaustion-syndrome is reasonable or fair?

But, never fear, people – we are literally just hours away from the weekend (sorry to you west coasters like Ginger and Natalie – you have a little farther to go). Here’s to restoring a little sanity and having a little fun during the next two days.

Perfection

The weather – that is.

Seriously, I don’t want to jinx anything, but it is quite nearly perfect outside. So much so that I am taking up jogging again. My goal is to get up in the morning and do a quick run outdoors, but still keep up my evening workout regimen as well (NTNW, your post where you talked about running inspired me to get outdoors).

Anyway, it’s so nice to be OUTDOORS. I hope that I can spend a lot more time outside as summer approaches. For one thing, it’s just healthier to be outside, instead of in and around the house all the time. For another, I hope to get a little more tan, because I looked at some old pics, and people, I am pasty pale. My Polynesian relatives should totally not claim me.

What’s the weather like where you are, and how are you enjoying, or dealing with, it?

A Valentine’s Rant

((( Note: posting a couple of days post-V-Day, thanks to certain hotel chains that want to egregiously charge for internet. )))

What’s love got to do with it?

I don’t want to be one of those Valentine’s naysayers, but I think I’m going to have to be.

Actually, that’s not even correct. I’m not a naysayer of Valentine’s. I’m a naysayer of people who complain about Valentine’s.

I’m out of town for work this week and so I’m not spending Valentine’s Day with Ducks. But, guess what? We’re both okay with that, because it’s just a day. Sure, it’s nice to recognize it, but what’s not nice is to make the holiday into an ambush.

I’ve definitely been guilty of this in the past. In fact, as I was driving up to the Capitol City (which is where I’m working today), I was thinking about what an emotional basketcase I was when Ducks and I were dating in college, and how if he’d had any sense whatsoever, he would have kicked me to the curb about six years ago! Why? Because I was always crying, or having a temper tantrum or setting him up for arguments. And why did I do all these crazy things? Because I was emulating what society sets up for us as a reasonable way of life – that women should act difficult and test men by saying things like, “Oh, let’s just not celebrate Valentine’s this year,” then freaking out and getting emotional when the man ACTUALLY TAKES WHAT YOU SAY AT FACE VALUE.

So, why am I Valen-grinching today? I don’t know. I guess because I don’t want to see people’s silly Facebook statuses about “how dare their husband book a lunch meeting at work on Valentine’s Day when they’re not going to be able to go out to dinner tonight?” Well, maybe your husband did that because IT’S HIS JOB.

I’m all for romance, and loving gestures, and consideration, and, yes, for dinners out and candy and flowers and whatever else – but it needs to be from love, not from obligation, or the whole thing’s worthless, right?

But, anyway, I still love a box of chocolate or a bottle of champagne as much as the next girl – I just hope I’ve grown out of guilting someone into buying something I’m perfectly capable of purchasing myself if it’s such a big deal.

Am I right, or am I just being a crab because I’m typing this while I’m lying on a hotel bed away from home and I’m begrudging everyone else their festivities? I don’t think that’s it, but willing to hear some perspectives. 😉

Sidenote: Got my Valentine from my daddy this weekend. He’s so good – he always remembers all his girls in some way. Love, love, love to him.

The Masked Villain

Okay, here is a little video you must watch to truly understand this blog post.

So….. I really just wanted to get that lovely little tune stuck in your head, but it is really, actually relevant. Just take the words “baby monkey” and “riding on a pig” out, then substitute in “adult raccoon” and “hiding under a car.”

You see what we’re dealing with here. “Adult raccoon, adult raccoon….hiding under a car, adult raccoon.”

Yep. And that car would actually be Ducks’ truck. Yipes.

I had a nice, loving blog post in mind for today about how Ducks and I have been together for eight years, but I’ll have to write about that tomorrow, because our visitor from the wild has totally eclipsed that.

So, what do you do when you have a fully-grown raccoon that may or may not have rabies hanging out under a vehicle (a symptom of rabies is sluggishness, which this guy definitely has, but raccoons are also nocturnal, so that could be abother cause of the sleepiness).

We moved the truck, which did no harm to the raccoon; it just continued to hang out in the driveway. Then, this really stupid family decided to drive along, start calling the raccoon and try to feed it bread. STUPID. You don’t just start throwing food to animals of the wild. So, it climbed under their car. Then, they left and it began sunning itself in the street with an eye toward getting under my car, which is bad news because then there is no way I’m going out and driving it anywhere.

All bad news, all around. AND, did you know that animal control no longer takes any responsibility for picking up wildlife? WHERE are our tax dollars going, I ask you?! So, we’re trapped in our house by a possibly crazed raccoon named Rodolfo (I don’t know if that is actually his given name or not but that is what I am calling him).

What to do, what to do, people?! Anyone out there with wildlife expertise? The woman with the bread said she would send her husband down here with a cardboard box, to which I said, “Okay, whatever you think,” and to which I thought, “Okay, crazy, what are you doing? What, what, what are you doing?” (and if you’re not familiar with that reference, obviously you haven’t watched these videos.)

Sigh. Trapped in my home by a masked villain. What a Saturday.