Life

Yesterday I joined the rest of the world in technological splendor. That is, I finally bought an i-pod. It's just a little one. A nano. It's like a baby and I have to take care of it or it will fall into the cracks between the seats and never be seen again! What possessed people to make something as small as a credit card and then think we won't lose it?

Chris has convinced me to start playing minis. If you don't know what they are...

So I asked to play the scantily clad beautiful woman (There is always one of them) And what do you know? Now I am going to get and apparently paint my figured today. Well, OK then. I'll let you know how that turns out. Apparently there is more to just buying the figures. There is a game with rules and everything. According to Chris if I don't follow the rules it's like shouting "pew, pew! I shot you!" "No, you didn't! It missed me and hit my invisible bullet shield" ...Conversation continues until punches are thrown and parents arrive to separate the kids... So rules, figures, and painting... Wish me luck!

In other news I am going down to LA for the last weekend of faire... Yah me. That's the weekend of the 19th (in case anyone cares) and then I will be going down the next weekend for a birthday extravaganza! I am going to Magic mountain! Yah, lots of rides and memorial weekend crowds! What could be more fun? Well, the next day we are going to the Pirate dinner show!

That's right, singing and dancing pirates. What's more fun is I have convinced lots of people to come with me! Ah the joys of having friends who are cool enough to do stupid things with you. By the way, when I called and got tickets the conversation looked a little like this...

Pirate Lady: So how many adult tickets do you need?

Me: Six... I think. Yah, six.
(by the way, I was one short. It's a good thing I'm a teacher)

Pirate lady: Ok. And how many kids?

Me: None.

Pirate Lady: None?

Me: Yup. None.

Pirate Lady: Oh. I see.

And what does that mean, hum? Pirate lady seemed unimpressed. Although she did seem surprised that I had money to pay for it. Interesting.

Alright. I should find some gainful employment for myself this Sunday morning. Perhaps I will finish that bodice that has been looking so forlornly broken at me...

Tao.

pictures, pictures, pictures

These pictures are a little old, but so very cute. And since we are starting the 2006 faire season... A little mood setting, if you please.

Pop quiz

Ok, by a show of hands, who knows where the city of San Martin is? Hum, not a huge response. Possibly because it is a town the size of a small golf ball in the middle of nowhere? Yep, probably. I think the main point of interest would be the two, yes, two, homeless shelters. Sensing a trend? So I was driving there today. I decided to avoid the 101 at rush hour and take the old Monterey Highway. I drove and drove... Then all of the buildings went away. I was in the middle of the country. How peaceful. How picturesque... How lost was I? So I did the sensible thing. I pulled over and took out my map. Several maps in fact. And what did I discover with all of my maps... That San Martin was not on any of them... And for that matter, neither was I. For a while I sat on the side of the road perplexed and then came to a decision. I would drive until I ended up in Gilroy. If I got there and didn't find the elusive homeless shelter, I would go home and have to tell my boss that I was lame and couldn't find it. So I drove for twenty more minutes, and found the place. Hun. Who would have guessed it. And now, I know where it is and will only have to drive out to the middle of nowhere twice a month. The end.

Tah.

Want to know a crappy way to start your weekend? How about running your car straight into a cop car. No, I didn't do it, but I saw the results. The VW was all smooshed and backwards in the road and the cop car was mostly ok. I guess it pays to have a huge grill on the front of your car. And now you know. And if you knew twice as much, you wouldn't have to fight at all.

Blah, blah, blah

This cold is going to be the death of me. My co-workers sent me home yesterday because (they said) that I looked awful and sounded worse. So, I went home after 4 hours and then slept all night on nyquil... Or the generic counter to it. And boy did I sleep. Of course I was also propped up on pillows. I bet that looks weird.

I also had the fun of replacing a headlight yesterday. I went to Kragen. Auto-parts stores are fun when you are clueless. But I gave it the old college try... I looked in the book and found my car and the number of light I needed. Then I spent several minutes looking at lightbulbs. Nothing had the same number. So I finally waited in line and asked for help. The guy was awesome. He looked up my car and then asked me what kind of light I had. Humm, what kind of light? The kind that doesn't turn on anymore? So we went out to my car and he asked me to pop the hood. Then he played with my light for a moment and declared he knew. (wow, it was like laying hands on my car... Oh Geo Metro... BE HEALED!!!) We went back inside he looked at his computer again and then handed me a headlight. Sweet. Now all I had to do was figure out how to put it in. So I drove to work. Once there I asked everyone in the office if they knew how to replace a headlight. The office manage said "Oh I totally do" so we went back to my car with the pink tool kit. (The pink tool kit belongs to my boss who says that all girls should have one) After the office manager giving me directions to take out lots of screws and do several really hard looking things she gave up and went for the maitence guy and I pulled out the geo's driver handbook. The maintence guy did it for me!!! Sweet. And he laughed at our attempts to take the whole light fixture off. Hummm, car mechanic I am not. SO my light once again works and life is again sweet in geo land.

And that's all I have to say about that.

Tah.

I did it again

I have once again started gaming. Yes, the cycle continues. But this time I am in one game and it meets once a week. I can deal, plus I finally have a reason to wear the costumes in my closet.

I really hate being sick. It totally sucks. My nose is stuffy, my lungs are full of crap and really, I hate colds. But I will get over it soon enough, right? And having a cold is part is part of the whole living experience... Or so I'm told.

Today I need to get the finishing touches fro Chris's anniversary present. Tomorrow is our first year. Wow. That went pretty fast. It's good. But I wish it didn't land on Easter. That would have been better.

Anyway, I need to get moving, so when the world is exciting again, I'll let you know.

Tah.

Status Quo

I can't post my angry letter. In fact I can't send it or share it with anyone outside of the office. Apparently my political fervor has sparked an internal debate over whether I can go over everyone's heads and start at the top, or if I should start at the bottom again. *sigh* So I will probably have to start at the bottom again and get threatened by all of the lower fish on my way up the food chain. But that's OK. I can deal. I really hate politics.

And now I need to get back to work and my organizing of a supply closet. Whoopee! My job is fun.

Tah.

Morning again

It's warm and sunny outside. I don't understand. It was raining to beat the band yesterday and they said it was going to be raining all week. There isn't a cloud in the sky. I don't understand. Does not compute (head starts smoking and little sparks are shooting out) Ok, so it's not actually bad, just confusing. Bright and sunny... I can do this.

Today, at work, I will attampt to do something useful while my boss is not around. I know it's a stretch... But she left me a list of to-do's and I will attempt to actually do them. (Oh, is that's why they are called to-do's....) Anyway, it's not like they are hard things. Mostly just time consuming. And what am I around for if not to consume time. (The time cops are going to come and get me for time cannibalism soon) Speaking of work, I am about to do something kinda stupid. well, not really, but it might cause a big stink. There is an issue with our little kids not getting snacks at school. The school gives snacks to everyone _but_ out kids. Humm, sound wrong to you? How does it sound once I tell you that they get special funding to give out kids snacks and still say that there is no money at the end of the year? Anyway, I'm a little outraged and so I am going to be sending a little letter all over the country to every high ranking person I can think of from the President on down. Maybe someone will listen to me if not to the several people who have written letter before I ever knew it was a problem. I'll post the letter soon. Then it will have it's first public forum. Ah, politics... how I hate you.

I need to start thinking about getting ready for my day now. Everyone be good, and I'll bring you home a nice, fresh kiss.

Tah.

Silly things

My Girl genius t-shirt finally arrived. I have been wanting to order one for quite some time and I finally decided that if I had a good job I could do it... I mean really, what is 20 bucks? So I am currently in hog heaven wearing my new shirt. Go me. And to commemorate the experience I am once again giving you a picture of my favorite comic heroin. Go Agtha!!!

In other news, it seems that I might be going to Southern faire on their last weekend with my guild. There is an effort being made that might be too powerful to stop! Fun! I could definately take a day or two off work to go. It is in a new location so I will have to find out where. See, the world of possibilities opening up.

Yesterday I went to the BRC from SFLC (this is work stuff so just pretend I'm making sense) and ended up getting off work an hour early. It was pretty sweet. I am supposed to go back the rest of the week (or tues and weds). Which means that I will be off work early almost all week... Unless there is some kind of issue that need to be worked out. (Hopefully not)

Well, carry on my friends... carry on.

Tah.

The Papasan Chair; adventures in almost groundscoring

Starring Ms. Erin B and Mrs. Adie S....

(All events are true, while conversations and attitudes might be slightly *or completely* fabricated)

One fine sunny (mostly) spring day our two heroines were driving towards one of their favorite destinations, the craft store. They had a romping good time whilst there and bought the finishing touches to the formentioned (in another posting) wedding album. After this was completed, out beautiful duo was attempting to return home when Adie noticed a problem.

"We're almost out of gas." Adie quite mildly informed her companion. "Perhaps we should get some."
"Yes, let's." declared Erin, with a smile of delight. "I so love the gas station. It is full of gassy fun."
"Oh yes!" Exclaimed Adie. "Perhaps it is good that we are traveling downhill though," Adie remarked thoughtfully. "Otherwise we might not make it to the gas station."
"Humm, " Replied Erin. "Yes, but I don't suppose it would take more than one of us to push you automobile."
"Quite true!" Grinned Adie. "Quite true"

And as our friends ruminated on this something caught the discerning eye of Mrs. A.

"Oh my." Shouted Adie demurly. "Didn't you once admit to wanting a papasan chair?"
"Why yes," Uttered Erin. "I have wanted one for quite a long time. Why do you ask?"
"I did just detect one by the side of the road." Smiled Adie. "Shall I procure it for you?"
"Can we really?" Asked Erin, as a smile of childish glee crossed over her features. "I have so always wanted one."
"Well then, let me just take the longest route possible to return and pick up this wonderful ground score." Grinned Adie as she pulled into the right turn lane.
"Oh, " announced Erin. "Don't you think we should get gas first?" Her worried face turned towards her friend.
"Don't worry about the gas, my dear." Adie said with a smirk. "You might, however worry about fitting a rather large chair into the back of my very small car."
"Alright, " Said Erin satisfied that the gas situation was well under control. "I shall knock the backseats down in order to fit this miraculous chair."
"What a fabulous idea!" Cheered Adie. "You are so very cleaver for thinking of it."

So the two sped quickly towards the marvelous chair. As they neared it, Adie pulled the car to the side of the road and pushed on her hazard lights. Erin, with immense forethought pulled up the hood on her sweatshirt so onlookers might not be frightened by her frenzied throwing of said chair into the car. But our friends hopes' were quickly dashed when it was discovered the indeed the papasan chair did not fit into the back of a geo metro. With sidelong glances and heartfelt regret the two quickly returned to the vehicle and drove off in search of gas.

But don't be fooled by the sad ending of this story. The two continued on their merry way towards gas, make-up, hair dye, and a discussion about how hot pink was probably not the most professional color for your hair to be when you arrive at work on Monday morning.

The End.

Something to share

First I need to tell you the two images have nothing really in common... Just that they are both my favorite pictures from different times in my life. Here you see a picture from Ukraine... and the infamous bunny hat files.


This is one of my very favorite pictures taken at the wedding. My girls *tear* look what they will agree to. It just makes a girl like me all weepy...

Oh the huge manatees!

After a whole year I am finally putting together the 'offical' wedding scrapbook. Yah, not as exciting as it sounds, but at least I get to print out lots of pictures. (yah printers)

So today at work the IT people came in to fix all the computers in the computer lab.
The guy who was workin gon them for the longest spoke russian and in the middle of fixing the computers he started talking to his wife on his phone. I'm pretty sure he didn't think anyone around spoke russian, because some of the things he said were not too nice... What do you do in that spot... Should I have told him I understood? Hummm, the questions that pop up at work. (Granted, I spent most of my day coloring and did so very little work) Go me. I love my job!!!

Anything else? Not really. I still feel crappy. I still hate colds, but on the plus side it's the weekend and I don't have anything to do (other than this scrap book, getting an oil change, and looking pretty... some of these things are harder than others) I was thinking about washing my car, but what is the point when it keeps raining???

I'm going away now.

Tah.

Things Ms. B shows me

You Are Gonzo the Great

"Is something burning in here? Oh, it's just me." You're a total nutball who will do anything for attention. The first to take a dare, you'll pull almost any stunt. You're one weird looking creature, but your chickens don't mind!

The Muppet Personality Test

Soccer

Some days you kick the ball... some days the ball kicks you.

Colds: agony of the throat

I hate sore throats. Really hate them. There is nothing you can do to make them feel better and they hurt when you want to talk, or swallow, or do anything useful like breath. They are also always the first sign of me getting sick. I don't wanna be sick. I blame everything at the Christmas gathering last weekend. Suck.

On the other hand, finding out that a friend of mine from high school is a shift leader at starbucks makes me feel... well, almost happy. Not that he is working at a starbucks, but that I am not the only one who was stuck in retail hell for so long. I was beginning to think I was alone in that. (Well, except for Wendi who really likes working retail...Wired) But now I am out. Out, you hear!!!! Free!!!!!!! Ahm. Sorry. Got a bit out of control there.

Part of my new grown up abilities is the ability to sign up for a 403(B) plan... which is like a 401(k) plan but for non-profits. (Is that clear?) Well, I called up one of the phone numbers that the company that represents my company told me to call...and she had no idea what I was talking about. Which I think is fair because, well, I don't have a clue what I am talking about either. After several moments of both of us being confused, a shaft of understanding hit her and she decided that we had better meet and talk... in ten days. Right. OK. Now we are getting somewhere. She also (somehow) figured out that I had never invested before (gee, how did she know?) and that I had no idea what I was doing (really, me? and I fake it so well). So hopefully this whole thing will work out well. I'll keep you posted. Perhaps I will have a financial future after all.

But more exciting than that I have to leave for work in about half an hour... (not retail anymore)

Tah.

Tuesday

In an attempt to be on time for work today, I called the number for the traffic people and looked up the traffic conditions online. Both said no problems. And like an idiot, I believed them. So when I discovered that the 17 was closed and had to find an alternate way I was a little upset. When I discovered that the other side of the road was closed in the ten min that it took me to turn around (because of a fallen tree) I was a little more upset. And when I was pushed off the alternate route onto an alternate alternate route because of a landslide, I began to think that this was the universes way of telling me not to go to work today. But here I am sports fans. Working... or having lunch. The office manager keeps looking at me and saying I don't look happy. Well gee. I feel like I have just stepped out of the winnie-the-pooh book about the great floods. Or possibly my not moving to Seattle means that Seattle has to move here.

But moving on from driving stories... Oh wait. I spent the weekend driving up to Weaverville and back. So all I have are driving stories... and nasty comments on how much I hate rain. But the weeks just keeps going. And sooner or later it will all be over and done with and next week will be better, or sunnier, or at least a little less adventurous.

Tah.