Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Healthy Bunch Outcast

I got this variety pack of sugar-free treats called Healthy Bunch at the grocery store last week. This Bunch includes Creamsicles, Fudgesicles, and Popsicles. In selecting one of these delicious-enough-while-not-being-too-bad-for-you treats I realized something. The plain ole Popsicles are certainly the outcast in this group. Sorry, my fudge-free, cream-free friends.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Which one is it?

This online dating stuff can be good and bad. You get to weed out the folks you know you don't want to meet right off the bat and it give you the opportunity to get to know a little more about someone before you decide to meet them. Cool. Whatever.
So, I get this email from a guy on match.com. We've exchanged a few messages now and he tells me his name is X. Then in the next email, he says his name is Y. Okay, maybe X was a nickname and Y is his real name. He give me his Yahoo ID so I could add him to my buddy list and we could chat sometime. I do just that but think, "maybe I'll just see what his Yahoo profile has to say." Well, there he has his name listed as Z. I think I might be done talking to this guy....Dane, or Wes, or which ever one you're going by now.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

One conversation

It's funny how you can have your mind completely made up one way and then one conversation, one sentence perhaps, convinces you your first decision was flawed.
And I'm not just talking about what to have for dinner or what pair of jeans to wear, I'm talking about really important decisions. Decisions I was pretty sure I'd never decide THAT way on.

Funny how things work out.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Words....

Words a new car owner with no garage don't want to hear:

AT 1015 PM EDT...NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE DOPPLER RADAR INDICATED A SEVERE THUNDERSTORM CAPABLE OF PRODUCING NICKEL SIZE HAIL...AND DAMAGING WINDS IN EXCESS OF 60 MPH. THIS STORM WAS LOCATED NEAR ELMONT... OR ABOUT NEAR JAMAICA...AND MOVING EAST AT 20 MPH.

And it's moving faster than that....should be an interesting night.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Just when I think....

Just about the time I start feeling better than others is the time I'm reminded I'm more human than I like to admit sometimes.

In other news, it feels really good to have certain skills sometimes. Like bike fixing skills, even though mine are rudimentary. I was still able to fix Sarah's bike so she could take a little ride with me.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Getting Up Early

It's kind of fun getting up early to get out and get things done. There's something really gratifying to know you went to NJ, marched in two parades, and came home before some people in the house even got up. Makes you feel productive.

With my cat hadn't been so productive while I was gone. I thought I was doing her a favor in getting her cat grass to chew on. Well, still was probably doing her a favor in getting it, just not in putting it on the top shelf of the book case. Because now it, and the Galileo thermometer are on the floor. Luckily the grass survived to see another day. That's the last time I let her have a party while I'm gone. Then again, she could have just been rebelling against the heat up here. "YOU! Temperature thing. One the ground. Now."

Monday, July 03, 2006

he's just not that into you

Someone from work has one of those quote-a-day calendar things with lines from this "He's Just Not That Into You: The No-Excuses Truth to Understanding Guys" book by Greg Behrendt. Anyway, apparently they felt strongly enough about the Friday June 30 verse to put a copy of it on my desk. It's kind of harsh, but probably true, and goes a little something like this:

"Don't be flattered that he misses you. He should miss you. You're deeply missable. However, he's still the same person who just broke up with you. Remember, the only reason he can miss you is because he's choosing, every day, not to be with you."

Damn. Glad no one's broken up with me in a while...

My mom's pussy


She might have the cutest kitten in the entire world. Sleepiest one for sure.

That*

I don't care what anyone says, that* should never smell like sausage.

*I will never be able to tell anyone specifically what I'm speaking of here.