January 2010
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Melissa’s mom called earlier and left a message saying that she was talking to a member of the family who wanted to know what names we were thinking of. She said that she couldn’t remember how to get to our list.
List? What list? We thought for a while and realized that the only thing she could possibly be talking about was the list I had posted as a joke on Facebook a few days ago (I...
My boss
cloudya:
What a character.
It’s always “Oh, are you leaving already?” and “Oh, are you really listening to what I’m saying?” and “Oh, you spent over $2000 and now we have no budget for the rest of the year.”
Christ. I think I’m really in trouble this time. I better cut out early. Out of sight, out of mind.
So much of what you post seems very familiar in a way that makes me feel very bad for...
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I'm having one of those moments
cloudya:
where I get really excited about something, and then I get really terrified, and then I get confused and want to crawl under the covers.
The hubs gave me the thumbs up for the Chicago tweetup in April. He’ll even come with me to prove that I didn’t make him up and that he really is as awesome as I say he is. But when I started looking for a hotel to stay in I realized I have no...
Some people have an emergency candy bar in their desk drawer at work. I have an emergency tie.
It’s time for me to disappear for a minute and go put it on. Kind of like Superman, but much, much lamer.
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Not nearly as interesting when actually presented...
Her: Wow, you're right. It really is huge. I remembered that it was big, but not how big.
Me: Yeah.
Her: So, does it cause any discomfort or problems?
Me: Well, usually it's not a problem, but it can cause a choking sensation when it really swells up a lot.
…and I just spent the last 10 minutes explaining to a coworker that to get her laptop out of the locked docking station she needed the key and that, no, she was not previously able to simply click on “undock computer” and have the docking station physically unlock so that she could remove the computer.
My boss doesn’t think that we should spend the money to send me to a conference next month.
Clearly, he missed the part about it being in the Florida Keys.
Do you ever look at what you are buying at the...
I had to pick a few things up at the store the other day and as my purchases were moving down the belt, I realized that the receipt was going to read “ramen, ramen, ramen, ramen, Spaghetti-Os, ramen, spray paint.” Considering that I certainly don’t look anywhere near 18 anymore, I can only imagine what the cashier was thinking.
Discovery
cloudya:
Helpless, frightened, and overwhelmed, I sat down and I cried.
My boyfriend immediately took over. He held me, comforted me, reassured me that he loved me.
I put my boyfriend through hell with my tears, my fears, my worst case scenarios. And he took everything I threw at him with patience and courage. He held me gently when I wept, told me goofy stories to distract me, kissed away my...
Things I'm no longer allowed to do (A work in...
Eat peanuts
Use Ivory soap when I shower
Fart
Eat microwave chimichangas (and now also microwave burritos)
Talk loudly
Suggest that we have Taco Bell for dinner
Eat onions
I’m in a lot of trouble.
(Yes, this post has been in my drafts for a while)
This is probably the simplest, least exciting...
WatchI feel kind of like Jessie Spano right now.
Someone on Facebook posted a question earlier today about trying to decide between a naturopathic and homeopathic doctor and asked people to explain the difference.
C: So, it would be wrong to answer her honestly, wouldn’t it? M: Umm…yeah. C: Ok. I’ll just pretend I didn’t see it.
lovelyanomaly asked: So. Why is your profile picture only a picture of your eye?
AT&T And Sprint Are Making Money Off Of Your SMS...
cloudya:
sblaufuss:
Summary: AT&T and Sprint are not waiving SMS fees on messages to donate $10 to Haiti relief unless you have unlimited messaging.
Full article at consumerist.com
I’m not making any statement about the ethics of this. I’m just reblogging in the interest of full disclosure.
You can donate directly to the Red Cross by clicking on the ribbon on the top of your tumblr...
Chicken Soup for the Chocolate Lover's Soul →
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So let me get this straight: you know someone who is a chocolate lover, but instead of buying them, ***oh, I don’t know, something MADE FROM CHOCOLATE,*** you give them one of these inane chicken soup books? Are you mentally incapacitated or just a lousy friend? “Hey! I know you like going to the movies, so here’s a picture of my cat watching TV.”
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You...
Of course, I am fairly well insulated on my own.
Along with several other people who will be involved, I was asked to wear a suit today for when I interact with people who will be touring at work. I have never been asked, or even had it suggested that I wear a suit here before. A tie was about as far as it had to go even when meeting with people from government agencies. I didn’t even wear a suit when I interviewed for my job (or a couple...
Things I learned while visiting my family
1. It really bothers me how much the guy my sister is dating reminds me of her ex-husband. He seems like a really nice guy, and she seems really happy, but every once in a while I thought I was seeing her ex standing there, and that freaked me out.
2. The man my sister is dating is less than ten years older than the man her daughter is dating.
3. Hearing about how my niece will be 21 in a month...
People who tell you their problems don't always...
This is truly one of the most difficult concepts I have ever tried to pound into my incredibly thick cranium. If you would like to talk about just about anything else, I’m all ears and probably have a theory or two I’d be willing to share on the subject, but tell me that someone doesn’t need me to make everything better, and you’ll likely be met with the same blank look and...
Tonight on Dirty Jobs, Mike Rowe was visiting a cricket farm (they grow and ship crickets for fishing and for feeding to reptiles and other animals). Since Melissa worked in the office of their competitor here for several years and has met people from that farm, she provided a running commentary for me throughout the episode.
It’s as if she thinks I didn’t listen when she told me...
Everything you never wanted to know and didn't... →
So, driving eleven hours in the car twice in six days: This is what you Internet people are referring to when you talk about butthurt, right?
I am not listening and singing along to showtunes to stay awake on this road trip. We switched to 80’s/90’s rap a couple of towns ago.
Ooh, “Same Song” is on! And you thought I was enthusiastic when “Express Yourself” (N.W.A. not Madonna) was on.
I was trying to go to bed, really, but my sister found me, told me they had just downloaded “Re: Your Brains” on Rock Band and handed me a microphone. I had no choice.
Remember when I said my family was crazy?
My grandmother just ate very quickly at dinner and then asked if anyone would mind if she left to go watch the Cowboys in the other room.
I play some games on facebook and I really don’t care if others play or not as long as they don’t publish every story FB asks them to. I may have to rethink this after just spending the last five minutes listening to my mom talk about her Farmville.
Why don’t my sister’s children require sleep? More importantly, why do I let them convince me to do things I would never do, like not just play Rock Band, but sing in Rock Band…until one in the morning.
Proving that she is a true Southern cook, my mother made green beans to serve at dinner tonight, but not before first counteracting any health benefits by tossing them in bacon grease and cooking them with the bacon and some potatoes.
Yes, of course I had more than one serving. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.
*bang* The headboard hits the wall. *bang bang* It seems so loud. I worry about the fact the room we’ve been given is the one directly above my parent’s bedroom. *bang* I hope that no one hears this, but it seems like the sound must be loud enough to wake everyone in the house. *bang* I no longer can care. I’ve reached the point of desperation now. *bang bang bang bang * One way...
Forgive me for talking football, but...
Roll Tide.
I’m sitting here in the house I grew up in, surrounded by family, watching the team I grew up loving win the national title. It just feels right. It feels like home. (It still would have felt that way if they had lost, but it does make it a little more enjoyable.)
My grandmother, who is in her 90’s (and on oxygen), is excitedly yelling while watching a college football game. She doesn’t care one way or another about either of these teams, she’s just excited because it’s a close game.
My family is crazy, and I love them for it.
