tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58948872011-04-21T19:50:39.764-07:00LevedyOccasional musings from an occasional personJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comBlogger1051100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1079508793215719672004-03-16T23:33:00.000-08:002004-03-16T23:36:30.560-08:00Blog has moved
My new blog is located here. Please adjust any bookmarks.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1079387376508140812004-03-15T13:49:00.000-08:002004-03-15T13:52:51.700-08:00An open letter to cell phone users:
Here's how you should operate your cell phones:
1) At the movies - Make sure you have "La Cucaracha" as your ring tone. Make sure that someone calls you during the movie. Pick up your phone after at least two verses of "La Cucaracha." Everyone loves to hear that song during the tense who dunnit scene. Pick up the phone and state, clearly and loudly, "I Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1079367777283420912004-03-15T08:22:00.000-08:002004-03-15T08:26:12.530-08:00It so easy to entertain myself
Go here. Redneck-erize www.whitehouse.gov. Let the chortling ensue.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1079155609069535542004-03-12T21:26:00.000-08:002004-03-12T21:30:01.013-08:00Random Blatherings
I'm sick of NPR news.
It takes a lot for me to say this. A while back. Kat posted a link to a quiz that would place you amongst famous world leaders by liberalism and conservatism. I was further left thank both the Dalai Lama and Karl Marx. Calling me a democrat is sort of like calling water wet. It's the obvious and inherent description.
However, I can't stand NPR newsJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1079116240090500592004-03-12T10:30:00.000-08:002004-03-12T10:33:51.390-08:00Friday Five
1. What was the last song you heard?
Papa Loves Mambo, by Dean Martin
2. What were the last two movies you saw?
At the movie theater? Butterfly effect and Mystic River. One was great, the other one sucked. You choose which is which.
3. What were the last three things you purchased?
Scrapbooking stuff, Midol, and Diet Pepsi (I wonder if they're related.) Bill Cosby did an oldJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1078974798686771802004-03-10T19:13:00.000-08:002004-03-10T19:16:27.843-08:00Drat.
It's happened. I'm sucked in.
Kat introduced me to scrapbooking several years ago. I would see her working on her cutsie-wutsie scrapbook pages and try not to laugh at how weird I thought she was for it.
A few weeks ago, she showed me her scrapbook collection while we were making table cards for my surprise anniversary party. I still thought it was a little cheesy, but I was really Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1078674979031629972004-03-07T07:56:00.000-08:002004-03-07T07:59:22.873-08:00For those born in/around 1978, something phenomenally cool.
Anyone who liked NES Super Mario Brothers and the Helm's Deep scene in LOTR will love
This(Part one)
And This (Part Two)
And This. (Part Three)
wOOt!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1078420315486586082004-03-04T09:11:00.000-08:002004-03-04T09:14:55.903-08:00Interesting link: Japander. The good news: the site shows famous celebrities hawking products in Japan hoping no western eyes will ever see the corny mess. The bad news: You must have QuickTime installed to view them.
Personal favorites: Ahhhnold and The SimpsonsJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1078331755251951722004-03-03T08:35:00.000-08:002004-03-03T08:38:54.030-08:00Armpit update: Jossy's tip of scrubbing with baking soda worked like a charm. Thank you, Jossy. The pit, she no longer steenks.
I had dinner with a good friend last night. It was very enjoyable, and we did something that we weren't able to do for a long time: talk freely and easily. It was fantastic. I enjoyed myself immeasurably.
Kat, I need to return your shoes. What are you doing this Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1078110106117585742004-02-29T19:01:00.000-08:002004-02-29T19:04:41.686-08:00Aaaaughh!
For all of my state employee friends, I offer you this efficiency booster.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1077996144194897582004-02-28T11:22:00.000-08:002004-02-28T11:25:17.653-08:00And again, I have decided to blog on the subject of my armpits.
More specifically, my deodorant.
I have developed some freakish sort of tolerance to any Secret product (you know...strong enough for a man...made for a woman? I think I should change that to "strong enough for sitting still and expending no energy, but the second you move you'll smell like a Russian pig farm") I switched to Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1077907708400642392004-02-27T10:48:00.000-08:002004-02-27T10:51:20.106-08:00From the archives of London's Sun newspaper, the high point of investigative journalism. *shudder*Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1077907233569545812004-02-27T10:40:00.000-08:002004-02-27T10:43:25.373-08:00TGIF
Today is my last day as director. I sent out my goodbye email yesterday, and some have said some very fine things to me. Thanks. I'm ready to be done.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1077734767658678742004-02-25T10:46:00.000-08:002004-02-25T19:13:04.700-08:00Things I would do if I weren't afraid
Parasail
Ice Skate
Travel to the middle east
Learn to sing
Learn to dance
Drive fast
Sit on Kat's Pappasan
Vacation in a nudist colony
Tell my bosses how I really feel
Give Dimitri a deadline to marry me
Bungee jump
Let a bird perch on my finger
Flip on a trampoline
Jump off the high dive
Play on a trapeeze
Make balloon animals with Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1077732133505439492004-02-25T10:02:00.000-08:002004-02-25T10:05:03.060-08:00Clean the cages, already!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1077654238456434822004-02-24T12:23:00.000-08:002004-02-24T12:26:46.483-08:00Oh. My. God. I guess she's the poster child for NOT adopting a socialist government.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1077638928016585662004-02-24T08:08:00.000-08:002004-02-24T08:11:35.996-08:00Success, if not a surprise
The anniversary party went off without a hitch. (Literally and figuratively.) I had secret hopes that Dim would use the face time in front of our friends and loved ones to propose to me, but silly me, that will never happen.
I had a blast sharing a meal with friends and loved ones. I finally got to meet Kat's Garrett, who was charming and cute and easy to talk to.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1077569239447195712004-02-23T12:47:00.000-08:002004-02-23T12:50:05.793-08:00Awww.
Today is the nine-year anniversary of Dimitri's and my...erm...partnership. This morning, I caught him starting at me and smiling while I was brishing my teeth. With foam coming out of my mouth, I mustered a "Gwhat? Gwat are shoo shtaring ath?"
He said "someday we'll have a daughter, and she'll have your big beautiful eyes and she'll look just as cute as you do brishing your teeth."
Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1077465436583113802004-02-22T07:57:00.000-08:002004-02-22T08:00:01.950-08:00I'm totally speechless.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1077319773371258502004-02-20T15:29:00.000-08:002004-02-20T15:32:16.000-08:00Haircuts and Sausage
I finally broke down and got my hair cut today. Those regular blog readers will remember the trauma I went through the last time I got my hair cut.
I was waiting for my hair to grow enough. It was too long, and I was terrified to go to a hairstylist I didn't know and say "Please, just a little off the top."
So I went to the gal I really like. And I begged for an Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1077241814401231102004-02-19T17:50:00.000-08:002004-02-19T21:21:30.860-08:00Warning:rant coming
I read an article linked from Google news that really pissed me off. I'm going to rant for a while, so just go with it.
Laura Bush was visiting elementary schools in California today. The press was there to take feel-good pictures and ask her how she feels about San Francisco and Boston's choice to allow gay marriages (at least until the feds tell them not to.) I quote Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1077221141504134862004-02-19T12:05:00.000-08:002004-02-19T12:08:22.890-08:00Harumph
I have ten days until my last day as director. Part of me is happy (no more 80 hour work weeks!) and part of me is sad (I will likely never see some of the people that I've befriended in the company again.)
Part of me in energized to get the office ready for Lindsey, my replacement (I want to vacuum, get rid of old lingering projects, etc.) and part of me is totally apathetic (why Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1077142632297915362004-02-18T14:17:00.000-08:002004-02-18T14:19:52.263-08:00Too busy the past few days to write. I'll post just as soon as I am able.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1076949540657554562004-02-16T08:39:00.000-08:002004-02-16T08:41:57.936-08:00Oh, wow. This is cooooool.
Wanna see what it's like to pop a water balloon in space? Sure you do.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1076872348661108492004-02-15T11:12:00.000-08:002004-02-15T11:15:04.420-08:00He's a romantic after all
For V-day, Dim drove all over town searching for my favorite type of flower (gerbera daisies) in my favorite color (yellow). He couldn't find a whole bunch in yellow, but he did manage to find a bunch of red, yellow, violet, and pink flowers. Awwwww.
This is what Gerbera Daisies look like.
I did NOT, however, get proposed to, as Kat intimated. (and as I secretly Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1076779555211880012004-02-14T09:25:00.000-08:002004-02-14T09:28:29.293-08:00Happy Valentine's Day, Sweetie
Happy Valentine's Day, honey. I can't imagine my life without you. I'm superbly happy that you're the one I'm going to spend the rest of my life with, warts and all.
I'm very aware of how lucky I am to have found such a gentle, loving, intelligent, funny man to be my best friend and my life's partner. You're a catch. I love you. A million times, I love you.
Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1076713953405654312004-02-13T15:12:00.000-08:002004-02-13T15:15:06.610-08:00I'd like to thank the academy...
I just finished penning the rather lengthy goodbye email that I will send out on my last day at work. (Feb 27th.) I got a bit teary thinking about the fun times...trying to block out the bad times...It sounds a little like an Oscar speech, but I'm proud of it. It's funny and classy, two qualities that I hope people ascribe to me.
Dim and I have no plans for Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1076685142407586322004-02-13T07:12:00.000-08:002004-02-13T07:14:55.153-08:00Toddlers on LSD?
There is a brand-new acid trip for kids on public television. It's called Boobah and it's a complete head trip. PBS is clearly preparing children for the deranged acid hallucinations they will experience later in life.
I watched the show for about 10 minutes, and here is what I gathered:
These scary, bug-eyed little gumdrops float around in a magic rainbow wiffle ball. Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1076622518248207432004-02-12T13:48:00.000-08:002004-02-12T13:51:09.653-08:00Ewww. I'd rather play Mario.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1076619526969653762004-02-12T12:58:00.000-08:002004-02-12T13:01:18.030-08:00Shiggety Shiggety Schwa
So dumb it's funny.
Also funny.
**Warning** Link contains abbreviated obscenities. If you're the type offended by profanities, and your knickers are especially twisted, you'll most likely not like the abbreviated versions in the links above. If you're that type of person, please continue to seethe about Janet Jackson's boobers and write letters to the NFL. That isJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1076603551417799542004-02-12T08:32:00.000-08:002004-02-12T08:35:02.700-08:00Te amo, senor guapo
Reason I know you're "the one" #456:
You're more sentimental than you let on. When I told you the other day that I still had the Mylar balloon that you gave me for Valentine's day back in high school, you smiled in a way that said "golly gee, that's swell." You kept smiling. Admit it, deep down (way deep down) you're a romantic.
Reason I know you're "the one" #852:
You Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1076518819620501022004-02-11T09:00:00.000-08:002004-02-11T09:02:49.856-08:00I love you honey
I had a brain fart this morning. For Valentine's day, I'll share gooshy thoughts with the readers of this blog. I know Dim checks this every day, so it's a good lead-in to the holiday.
Reason I know you're "the one" #9,867,543:
No topic can't be discussed. We talk about everything from France's political outlook to how often we each poop. That's love. We can talk about one Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1076453412573832452004-02-10T14:50:00.000-08:002004-02-10T14:52:41.060-08:00An update on my shrinking ass
I am down to my lowest weight in at least three years. I don't remember what my high school weight was, but I think I'm closing in on it.
Now, if I flick my wrist twice, my ring comes flying off and hits the opposite wall with a *ping.* Dim and I have been wearing these rings since our first anniversary...eight years ago. Wow! I'll have to put it on a chain Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1076430656753393062004-02-10T08:30:00.000-08:002004-02-10T13:22:48.030-08:00Holy Cell Phone, Batman!
It works! It really works!
...It smells Island Fresh, and all the face grease is gone. :)
My cell phone has risen from the depths of the wash and is fully functional! Can you believe it? That phone must have been fully submerged for at least 20 minutes, not to mention the trauma of surviving the spin cycle and the agitation cycle.
If you are considering Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1076349817255959182004-02-09T10:03:00.000-08:002004-02-09T10:06:04.733-08:00Sunday, brainless Sunday
I forgot to share my ridiculously braindead moments from yesterday. These moments occur more and more often.
I forgot to go to my grandmother's for dinner Sunday. The whole family was there. Except Dim and I/ My dad calls me and asks where I am, and why wasn't I at Nana's having dinner with the family? I had just finished dinner. D'oh! Needless to say, we raced over Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1076344453906034982004-02-09T08:34:00.000-08:002004-02-09T08:36:40.890-08:00I'll have a Roosevelt, please.
Went to dinner with Kat and Lisa this weekend. (Sorry, Lisa, I'm too lazy to paste the link to your blog in this post.)
Kat and I sat at the bar, and I wanted to order a Hemmingway (A cosmopolitan with something odd in it. Can't remember what). We joked around, calling it a Roosevelt, a Truman, and I think a Margaret Thatcher at one point. Who comes up with Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1076102997981147262004-02-06T13:29:00.000-08:002004-02-06T13:32:21.263-08:00News Flash: Oz located in Caliente, Nevada
I was searching the job listings on the State of Nevada website, and an interesting theme kept occurring. Of the positions available (landscaope architect here, rural elementary teacher there) a disturbing trend developed. The correctional facility in Caliente (read: hoosegow) was looking for a cook, two nurses, and social worker, and a corrections Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1076007035134148332004-02-05T10:50:00.000-08:002004-02-05T10:52:56.513-08:00Note to self: no more fajita chicken omelets before bed
I had SUCH a weird dream last night. Even for me.
Dim and I went for a late dinner at IHOP. I had a spicy fajita chicken omelet for dinner at about 10:00 or so. Went home and went to sleep. Baaad choice.
The dream starts on a whaling ship. In Maui. Dimitri and I were there to go on our snorkeling trip, but there's no snorkeling Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1075917011595477262004-02-04T09:50:00.000-08:002004-02-04T09:55:06.310-08:00Oops. I broke it.
I tried to fix my blog's archiving feature (aka - this stupid this isn't archiving, and I think it should. Let me dink around with settings I don't know much about.)
So I inadvertently deleted my web counter and my comment field. And I didn't fix the archiving.
Aaaaaagggggh. (from the back of the throat.)Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1075833824499845342004-02-03T10:43:00.000-08:002004-02-03T10:46:25.436-08:00Can't think of a witty title...
...not that it has stopped me before.
So the more I hear about the hubbub that arises (insert Levitra joke here) from the Janet Jackson debacle, the more I chortle. (Ever seen a fat woman chortle? It's not pretty. It could be mistaken for choking.)
I am reminded of Elvis' appearance on the Ed Sullivan show. His appearance created such a brouhaha and earned Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1075738823384944982004-02-02T08:20:00.000-08:002004-02-02T08:22:41.000-08:00Houseguests and Janet Jackson's Boobie
Spent yesterday scouring the house.
I was told that we have a houseguest moving in for the next four months. I spent the day cleaning the downstairs to make accommodations for a long-term houseguest. Ivan in a nice man, and I'm okay with helping him out, but I will really have to curb my habit of walking about in the altogether while he's here.
I Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1075503538751894112004-01-30T14:58:00.000-08:002004-01-30T17:38:15.623-08:00They shoot horses, don't they?
Okay. It's done. I'm resigning from my job.
I couldn't say anything because the president had to be the one to make the announcement first, and I don't know if/how many workfellows read this.
After nearly three years with The Princeton Review, I opted to step out of my role as director. February 29 will be my last day.
1. Do you have another job lined up?Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1075397604154585192004-01-29T09:33:00.000-08:002004-01-29T09:35:36.076-08:00The times they are a'changin'
Tomorrow some big changes are going to happen. I'm nervous, angry, sad, and happy. I can't be specific yet. But those of you who are dear to me, keep me in your good thoughts tomorrow.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1075314822779953582004-01-28T10:33:00.000-08:002004-01-28T10:35:53.513-08:00Hawaii pictures are up
You can view them here. Some of the pictures are a bit large. Sorry. I posted them in a hurry.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1075256957410510152004-01-27T18:29:00.000-08:002004-01-27T18:32:40.936-08:00ATVs are F-U-N
While in Hawaii Dim and I took an ATV tour of a cattle ranch on the slope of a volcano (insert "I like my beef well-done" joke here).
We rode Honda ATV's similar to this. The waiver that we signed said that we would be going between 3 and 12 mph. Nope! We were tearing through the mud at 20-25 mph. It was raining while we were out, and the red, red mud was terribly messy and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1075224435336018372004-01-27T09:27:00.000-08:002004-01-27T09:29:24.700-08:00Why does Hawaii have to be so far away?
Harumph...back at work...dreaming of Hawaii...
Good news - I didn't gain weight over vacation; in fact, I lost two pounds. Went out on Sunday and bought new clothes for myself, since my clothes are too big for me now.
I bought three pairs of pants and three shirts and some unmentionables.
Old size (pants) 24
New size (pants) 20
Old size (Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1075133776231532682004-01-26T08:16:00.000-08:002004-01-26T08:18:24.200-08:00Aloha
I'm back. I have ten million things to catch up on, and, unfortunately, all of them are more pressing than this. I will post pictures as soon as I am able.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1074031240352595082004-01-13T14:00:00.000-08:002004-01-13T14:02:31.060-08:00I'm taking a break from Blogging until I return from Hawaii on the 26th.
I'm sure I will have amusingly incriminating stories upon my return.
As a side note - the BlogSpeak feature (that allows you to leave comments on my posts) is not working at this time. Sadly, you cannot post behind my back while I am in Hawaii. *sigh*
Aloha -
JenJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1073968533559410872004-01-12T20:35:00.000-08:002004-01-13T12:50:52.716-08:00Would yew like fries with hat?
I went through the drive through at McDonald's this morning. I bought two items off the dollar menu, so my total with tax was $2.15. When I got to the pay window, I handed the guy $5.15.
Now, I don't mean to be a mathematically literate snob here. However, the man had to look at the computer screen to determine how much change to give me.
The other week, Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1073701511213024762004-01-09T18:25:00.000-08:002004-01-09T18:42:46.100-08:00Maui Tidbits
I’m heading to Hawaii (Maui, specifically) next week. I’ve been to the big island before, but never Maui. I’m terrifically excited. In my usual geekiness, I googled information about the island:
Tidbits that I gleaned from various online libraries and the US Census Bureau:
300-750 ad – Polynesian explorers leave Tahiti on outrigger canoes and land on/settle Hawaii.
This Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1073677482099522122004-01-09T11:44:00.000-08:002004-01-09T13:23:04.830-08:00Buffet adventures Ate dinner at the Buffet in Green Valley Ranch Station/Coast/Nugget Whatever last night. Scratch that. I don't actually remember eating. I do remember waiting to eat.
For non-Vegas folk, Vegas prides itself on having jazzed-up the Cafeteria concept. Call it a buffet, charge a flat fee, and watch people glut themselves on mediocre food they would normally pay that much for Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1073589301768187882004-01-08T11:15:00.000-08:002004-01-08T11:15:21.766-08:00Untwist Your Knickers Already, Will You?
Background: I work for The Princeton Review. We're an irreverent, heathenish bunch who gather at least once a year for wild fun and *ahem* work meetings (in locations like Ireland, Costa Rica, and, in a week, Maui). One employee, who shall remain nameless (Paul) accepted an award wearing leather pants, chains, and dragging a goat in tow. So you get the Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1073334808740935222004-01-05T12:33:00.000-08:002004-01-05T12:49:32.340-08:00Drawing a blank here
Not entirely sure what to write about today. It occurs to me that I'm a phenomenally boring individual. I don't participate in sports, I only go to movies every so often, and I'd much rather spend my night curled up with a book that schmoozing at a cocktail-
-So sorry to interrupt myself here, but I reminded myself that I spent the weekend glued to Dan Brown's The Da Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1073082195077124402004-01-02T14:23:00.000-08:002004-01-02T14:24:47.726-08:00The Friday Five
What one thing are you most looking forward to . . .
1. ...today?
Finishing enough work so I don't feel guilty for not having accomplished enough today
2. ...over the next week?
Getting my office cleaned up (sad, but true)
3. ...this year?
Continuing to lose weight at a healthy, steady pace
4. ...over the next five years?
Getting married, having kids, finishing Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1073073291285091562004-01-02T11:54:00.000-08:002004-01-02T11:55:09.123-08:00New Year’s Resolutions
I will have my To-Do list organized BEFORE I get to work.
I will grow to enjoy my job again.
I will remember that A%sh#leF!ckerB@st@rd is not a term of endearment one uses in polite company.
I will not obsess (much) about getting proposed to this year.
I should not pay for library books.
I will do the laundry before it towers over my shoulders and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1073030661141086572004-01-02T00:04:00.000-08:002004-01-02T11:37:19.090-08:00Levedy.com updated
Photos are now available on my site Feel free to comment as you wish. I don't like the template, but Front Page will let me edit precious little. I'll ask Kat for help once she gets back.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1072807296355829132003-12-30T10:01:00.000-08:002003-12-30T10:01:54.106-08:00 Free Association
From here
Seeker:: Quidditch, Finder
Mirror:: Face, ape
Fire:: Water, Hire
Goblet:: Chalice, sound a turkey makes with its vocal chords removed
Empty:: Full, Need Gas Sucka
Secrets:: Mitchums
Defense:: Offense
Hatchet:: Adze
Vapour:: Hysterics
Ministry:: CBGB
How about you?Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1072798030159787952003-12-30T07:27:00.000-08:002003-12-30T10:02:41.026-08:00Wow!
Columbian drug lords have dusted las Vegas with three inches of fine white cocaine...that's very cold and melts upon human contact.
No...wait...I've read about this stuff...IT'S SNOW!!!!
Las Vegas has three inches of snow on the ground! This happens once every twenty years or so! Kat, you're missing out! It's so pretty!
Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1072746893931625222003-12-29T17:14:00.000-08:002003-12-29T17:15:11.316-08:00While I did not fancy the earrings my mother-in-law picked out for me, I really did like the real gift from her...flatware.
Dim and I have had the hand-me-downs from three families. In the end, that gives us 23 forks, 3 spoons, and two knives, one of which is bent at a 45 degree angle.
So Sophie bought me a set of flatware with service for 12. It was very thoughtful, and I'm glad to have itJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1072544706655715362003-12-27T09:05:00.000-08:002003-12-27T09:05:23.543-08:00I survived Christmas, for the most part
I managed to live through the bulk of the Christmas Holiday forced-fun-o-rama.
So after all of my talk of the Engagement Ring, here's what happened:
On Christmas Day, Dimitri's present is the last that I am to open. He brings it out...and it's a jeweler's box.
My pulse quickens.
I open the jeweler's box, and there's a small hinged box inside.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1072199728121484792003-12-23T09:15:00.000-08:002003-12-23T09:15:43.866-08:00Random musings with no theme and therefore no apropos title
I (still) hate Airborne. I have been trying my best to get this driver reassigned. The long version is a twenty minute long rant, the short version: he's a lying scabby little mullet-head and needs to back off the weed long enough to deliver my friggin' paycheck.
I'm definitely not getting proposed to on Christmas. Bugger.
My bossJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1072110204216040432003-12-22T08:23:00.000-08:002003-12-22T08:32:53.740-08:00We come to it at last
Christmas approaches.
It's heading to Vegas relentlessly, and it will spare no one.
This year it has two companions...Nog-Zilla and Fruit-Cake-Azoid.
Evil.
Supremely evil.
According to Websters: eggnog (n) (1775) a drink consisting of eggs beaten with sugar, milk or cream, and often alcoholic liquor
This was apparently the Jello Shot of the RevolutionaryJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1071873832719422622003-12-19T14:43:00.000-08:002003-12-19T14:44:07.273-08:00That's it. I'm officially peeved.
In the space of thirty minutes I have been besieged by popup ads. Not the little separate windows that pop up for Expedia or travelworm. I am bombarded by the sneaky popups that appear in the window I am viewing, and, here's the part I cannot stand, THEY HIDE THE FREAKIN' CLOSE BUTTON IN SOME RANDOM INEXPLICABLE LOCATION ON THE SCREEN.
I really hate the Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1071859826111205032003-12-19T10:50:00.000-08:002003-12-19T10:50:41.140-08:00The Friday Five
1. List your five favorite beverages.
a.Diet Pepsi
b.Diet Dr. Pepper
c.Mudslide
d.Diet Barqs
e.Room Temperature Water
(I'm pathetic with the Diet soda, I know. But I do draw the line at Diet Coke, which tastes like ass to me. Carbonated Rump Juice. Yum.)
2. List your five favorite websites.
a. Homestar Runner
b. ZeFrank
c. EmotionEric (but the chum Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1071763992036345372003-12-18T08:13:00.000-08:002003-12-18T08:13:26.490-08:00You're kidding...France has a dress code?
If you've been reading the news, you're aware of Jacques Chirac's response to the recent ban on religious items in French Schools.
If you haven't, France has instituted a policy whereby students can only display "small" items of religious paraphernalia. The consequence of the policy is that Jewish kids can't wear skullcaps, and Muslim girls can't wearJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1071680310234859612003-12-17T08:58:00.000-08:002003-12-17T08:58:43.810-08:00Jesus wears Pasties, apparently
You gotta love Vegas.
I was driving to the University last night and I passed a mega-billboard, the kind that houses two bills next to one another.
I laughed hysterically. On the right was a bill reminding us to "Keep Christ in Christmas" sponsored by some church or another. It pictured a perfectly Caucasian (and faintly Midwestern-looking) Jesus with a Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1071600501106185632003-12-16T10:48:00.000-08:002003-12-16T10:48:34.583-08:00This is a Red-Letter week, folks!
The love of my life actually broke down and asked me what kind of engagement ring I want.
By way of background - I have been with Dimitri for nearly nine years. Nine. One less than a decade. I'm exceptionally happy, and I know that this guy is "the one." Unfortunately for him, however, almost all of our friends have married, leaving us the longest running, Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1071277833322685182003-12-12T17:10:00.000-08:002003-12-12T17:10:46.323-08:00Hello? It's your brain calling
Sorry I haven't posted in a few days...boss in town...have to look busy.
On the way back to the office from dropping off Kitty, I saw a near-hit accident (Don't say "near-miss". Think about it...a near-miss is a HIT) A huge pick-up truck towing a monstrous landscaping trainer swerved into a wedding limo's lane. The wedding limo screeched into the adjacent (and Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1070986732595535572003-12-09T08:18:00.000-08:002003-12-09T08:19:04.660-08:00They shoot horses, don't they?
Seemingly Tangential Fact#1: This week is finals week at UNLV
Seeimngly Tangential Fact #2: This week is the main series of NFR (National Finals Rodeo)
Seemingly Tangential Fact #3: I have a habit of staring at billboards.
I had an appointment to meet a student at the UNLV library last night. It's finals week, so the library where we usually meet is choked Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1070898749889060452003-12-08T07:52:00.000-08:002003-12-08T07:52:50.786-08:00Website now in sight
My website is not totally up and running, but a modest few features are working, so feel free to visit if you're interested. I have a new email address (that makes three now, I think. Maybe four.): jen@levedy.com. You're more than welcome to test it out by emailing me your first impressions.
My absolute favorite page so far is the 100 things site (reprinted from this Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1070733076441962092003-12-06T09:51:00.000-08:002003-12-06T09:53:20.546-08:00Bendy Straws are for Wusses, thus spake Terrence
Had a lovely time dining last night with friends of Kat. Everyone seated at the table (Including myself, o gentle reader) had their own weblog, which I found alternately cool and immensely geeky.
I had the pleasure of sharing a meal with Kat, Jenny, Susan, Terrence,and Lisa. Fun was had by all, I think.
Website update: I bought my domain Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1070644382368561752003-12-05T09:13:00.000-08:002003-12-05T09:13:13.480-08:00Move over Howdy Doody, here comes Billy Big Mouth
This guy clearly has too much time on his hands. Check out the "movies" link. Funny.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-107056445842602852003-12-04T11:00:00.000-08:002003-12-04T11:01:09.423-08:00Soooo hunnnngry
I'm famished right now. The past week, after meals I'm still hungry no matter what/how much I eat. My stomach's practically ululating for food. I'm still losing weight, so I'm not really worried about it, but it's weird. I wonder what's up with my body that I'm eating more than usual.
Any ideas? I'm thinking tapeworm.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1070563495149521862003-12-04T10:44:00.000-08:002003-12-04T10:45:22.076-08:00Again, from this guy.
What would you like to be famous for?
Inventing a free (or near-free) product that increases well-being. Someone already beat me to Viagra. I had a product that would do the same thing, but it involved a Jack-in-the-Box drinking straw and masking tape. It didn't catch on.
If you could suddenly find out that one work of fiction was actually true, what book would you Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1070472522434036662003-12-03T09:28:00.000-08:002003-12-03T09:35:26.843-08:00
I will not watch you, Cat in the Hat
I will not watch you, and that is that.
I refuse to see "The Cat in the Hat." First of all, it's dubious that a ten minute kid's book is stretched to the movie standard minimum of 90 minutes. What can the bloody cat do in that amount of time?
To be honest, The Cat in the Hat was not my favorite Dr. Seuss book. I'm a Fox in Socks girl at heart. My Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1070465781594286962003-12-03T07:36:00.000-08:002003-12-03T07:37:10.046-08:00My newest endeavor
I've decided to build my own web page. No, I don't really know how to do it yet, but I'm pretty good at teaching myself new tricks (I'm not an old dog yet). To those of you who know web programming, expect calls from me in the next few months.
I really like the format of Kat's website. While I don't want to copy it exactly, I think that I will use it as a point of Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1070400808697481262003-12-02T13:33:00.000-08:002003-12-02T13:42:06.823-08:00It's official...I'm a big dork
I spent 20 minutes here. My favorites are Seychelles, Sami, Tibet, and The Isle of Man (which was not at all what I thought it would be.)
And, lo, I have figured out how to get links to open in a new window. Fear me and my voluminous HTML knowledge! Granted, a well-connected first grader probably knows more than I do, but hey, the kid's probably connected to Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1070302718622131062003-12-01T10:18:00.000-08:002003-12-01T10:18:48.616-08:00Turkey and pretense, what an...Interesting combination
Went to three separate thanksgiving events, and I can rightfully say that I will go into self-induced anaphylactic shock if tryptophan enters my bloodstream for another month.
The Thanksgiving Dinners at my quasi-mother-in-law's and my grandmother's houses were great. The obligatory day-after-thanksgiving lunch at my mothers was, as Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1069870285504035162003-11-26T10:11:00.000-08:002003-11-26T10:11:34.260-08:00What do my hair and the crank case from a '57 Chevy have in common?
They're both coated in grease.
In a pathetic attempt to do something with my new haircut, I bought some hair stuff at Save-On last night. I bought a shine product from a company that makes the hair wax that I like. On the bottle, it promises the blissful end of frizz (I suffer from lesbo afro in the morning) and a vibrant Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1069794412541374012003-11-25T13:06:00.000-08:002003-11-25T13:07:53.950-08:00Efficiency? We don't need no stinkin' efficiency
What do you do to make sure that your to-do list gets done every day? How do you beat back procrastination? I'd like to know.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1069707487316807292003-11-24T12:58:00.000-08:002003-11-24T13:06:17.276-08:00Parking ticket purgatory
Spent three hours downtown this morning trying to pay for a parking ticket. Once you're in the courthouse, you get a number and wait for your number to be called before approaching the counter. I pulled my ticket: #277. They were serving #152. Dear God, I have 125 people ahead of me, I thought. The line moved quicker than I expected (but do not confuse that, gentle Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1069635735198683552003-11-23T17:02:00.000-08:002003-11-23T17:02:23.343-08:00New haircut...bad reaction
Went to get my hair cut today at a new place that just opened near my house. I went to the grocery store and bought a hair magazine, picked out the haircut that I wanted (a cute thing...longish in the front and short and spiky in the back.) The gal cut my hair, and, 30 minutes later, said "I have a confession to make. I messed up your hair. It doesn't look much like Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1069522119989749232003-11-22T09:28:00.000-08:002003-11-22T09:28:47.390-08:00Proctoring (again)
Saw Love, Actually last night. It was a sappy date movie, but I thought it was cute. Dim's response: "at least it had plenty of boobs in it for the guys."
With the weather cooling off, my cat has taken to sleeping in the bed with me and Dim. Translation: The cat hogs half of my 1/3 of the bed. Dim occupies the other 2/3. I officially occupy 1/6 if my bed. The other 5/6 is Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1069442724243198542003-11-21T11:25:00.000-08:002003-11-21T11:25:31.453-08:00The Friday Five
1. List five things you'd like to accomplish by the end of the year.
1. Lose another 20 pounds
2. Finish my Christmas Shopping Early
3. Talk to my mom
4. Finish my laundry
5. Figure out what's wrong with the downstairs toilet.
2. List five people you've lost contact with that you'd like to hear from again.
1. Mom
2. Mary Dashnaw
3. Kat (haven't lost contact, but Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1069362196037456342003-11-20T13:03:00.000-08:002003-11-20T13:04:26.030-08:00I vant to suck your...eew...nevermind
Only slightly useless fact #1:
I haven't had sugar in about two months.
Only slightly useless fact #2:
I unconsciously scratch my arms when I'm stressed.
I've had a slightly stressful day today, and I looked down at my arm and noticed a little trickle of blood. Not uncommon. (see OSUF#2) Quickly, I daubed the blood off of my arm and licked my Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1069357917206368362003-11-20T11:51:00.000-08:002003-11-20T11:52:25.070-08:00Cell phone etiquette....from beyond
I'm amazed the reception was good enough for the call to go through.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1069350134772269322003-11-20T09:42:00.000-08:002003-11-20T09:42:21.483-08:00Holy new brassiere, Batman!
Bought three new bras yesterday. For those of you who haven't met me, my "girls" put not a little strain on my bras.
I'm wearing a new one this morning. Holy cow! I have two traffic cones below my neck! And they point in opposite directions! 10:00 and 2:00. Just like how you're supposed to hold the steering wheel. Scary.
It's not uncomfortable, though. Just...Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1069270061480760472003-11-19T11:27:00.000-08:002003-11-19T11:27:48.150-08:00Jacko's Wacko
I was creeped out by last night's news reports saying that Michael Jackson is in my town filming a video waiting for the police to ask him to surrender.
Is the guy guilty? I read the court document filed by the most recent 12-year old, and it turned my stomach. Don't follow that link unless you're ready to be totally creeped out. I think that it's clear that the man has no Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1069188371441440822003-11-18T12:46:00.000-08:002003-11-18T12:46:17.820-08:00Tweet tweet!
cool!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1069136328919578652003-11-17T22:18:00.000-08:002003-11-17T22:20:34.390-08:00Aw, shucks...
A student told me at the end of my GMAT class last night that he thought I was a really good teacher, that I explained things better than any other teacher that he knew, and that I had picked the right line of work. That really perked me up. It's nice to hear stuff like that from my students.
Interesting side note: My GMAT students are almost exclusively male; my GRE studentsJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1069046043065907912003-11-16T21:14:00.000-08:002003-11-16T21:14:37.016-08:00Still Proctoring
1. If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one ability or quality, what would it be?
Flying. Most definitely. How cool would that be?
2. After you die, you are given a chance to be reborn and chose your gender. Would you be the same sex you are now?
Heck no. I'm tired of being female. I want to be a guy. A tall guy with a really big meat whistle. I want to seeJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1069040922104347582003-11-16T19:48:00.000-08:002003-11-16T20:25:35.130-08:00Randomness while Proctoring
At the moment, I am proctoring a test. Any trained monkey can do it. I'm timing kids in 30 minute increments for a practice SAT test.
Actually, I'm not quite sure what trained monkeys can do. I imagine that basic assembly line factory work would be possible. Perhaps the monkeys can unionize and work in Michigan in an auto factory. Instead of strikes, the monkeys Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1068915366205313822003-11-15T08:56:00.000-08:002003-11-15T08:56:11.440-08:00Wrong, so horribly wrong.
Read this article.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1068914290812301002003-11-15T08:38:00.000-08:002003-11-15T08:40:01.840-08:00Attack of the SAT Mom
In my line of work (helping students with their standardized tests) I often take oddball "SAT Mom" calls. They're usually panicked soccer moms who ask me if little Johnny is going to Harvard with an 1100. I have learned such diplomacy skills in the process: I calmly tell then "No. Look into a good Welding program. Johnny needs it."
The moms' hearts are in the right Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1068771163604110142003-11-13T16:52:00.000-08:002003-11-13T16:52:48.470-08:00Blogging late today...absolutely exhausted.
I spoke with the juniors of Liberty High School. My observations (in Faulknerian stream-of-consciousness technique, because I can't think linearly right now):
1- This is the first high school in Nevada to open since the 9/11 terrorist attack. The high schools in Clark County are all names after Western sounding things (Durango, Bonanza, Cheyenne, Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1068573559688538272003-11-11T09:59:00.000-08:002003-11-11T10:11:22.350-08:00Questions to Ponder
found here
1. Given the ability to project yourself into the future, but not to return, would you do so? Would you go if you could take someone along?
I don't think that I'd go alone. Even if I could take someone, you couldn't go back and tell your friends and loved ones all that you've seen. What fun is that?
2. If you were to be cremated, where would you want your Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1068489400183971302003-11-10T10:36:00.000-08:002003-11-10T10:36:44.656-08:00The No-Pants Dance
Yesterday, I figured out that I have lost enough weight to pull off a pair of my pants without unbuttoning them first! I might actually have to invest in a belt!
Hooray for me! Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1068306022350557522003-11-08T07:40:00.000-08:002003-11-08T07:40:26.240-08:00Interesting Airport Observation
Yesterday, I was waiting for my flight to Denver, and my people-watching habit caught something interesting. On Fridays, the Las Vegas airport is always packed. However, there was one man near whom nobody wanted to sit. He was clearly of Middle Eastern decent with a surly expression like those of the mugshots of terrorists you see on the news. The entire seating Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1068226813421010112003-11-07T09:40:00.000-08:002003-11-07T09:40:40.330-08:00The Leaning Tower of Tampax
YM, that cheesy teen magazine no adult woman will admit she subscribed to, partners withmy company to create goody bags to hand out at events, college fairs, stuff like that. It's a good co-branding opportunity, and the bage resemble sling backpacks that go over well with the young'uns.
I had ordered 13 monster-sized boxes of these puppies to hand out at our Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894887.post-1068219363001520392003-11-07T07:36:00.000-08:002003-11-07T07:39:09.890-08:00The Friday Five:
1. What food do you like that most people hate?
Frozen Peas. They're just like potato chips. But cold. And peas.
2. What food do you hate that most people love?
I agree with Kat, fish is gross. Dim is tring to change my mind, but let's all admit something right now, shrimp, crab, and lobster are nothing more than underwater bugs. Their size is due to their low gravity Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12179078827931442942noreply@blogger.com