Quote of the day...Aye Poppy!
"Fulfill all your wishes with my taco-flavored kisses!"
4.29.2003
4.28.2003
So I am hooked on American Idol, and I am not ashamed to admit it. But the purpose of this post is not to try to convice you who I think shoud win (cough, cough, Ruben, cough). No, the reason I am posting about American Idol is because my roomate and I made some interesting observations the other night. We found an animal that looks like each of the remaining six (well five now i guess). Let me know what you think:
Kimberly Locke: Chipmunk
Carmen Rassumsen: Three Toed Sloth
Trenyce: Snapping Turtle
Josh Gracin: Alligator
Ruben Studdard: Bear
Clay Aiken: Praying Mantis
Look harder....you will see them too.
Kimberly Locke: Chipmunk
Carmen Rassumsen: Three Toed Sloth
Trenyce: Snapping Turtle
Josh Gracin: Alligator
Ruben Studdard: Bear
Clay Aiken: Praying Mantis
Look harder....you will see them too.
4.02.2003
The Dirty Old Man
based on a true story
One day, on her way to volunteering, Heather noticed a very old man get out of the car and begin walking toward the hospital. He said something to his younger friend that had given him a ride to his doctor's visit. Heather, assuming that the comment did not involve her, thought nothing of their interaction and kept walking toward the hospital's front entrance.
"Are you going in this door, miss?" The old man said.
"What?" Heather replied
His friend stepped in to clarify, "He wanted me to hold the door for you."
"Oh! How thoughtful...but I am not going in this door," Heather said.
"You're not huh? Well ok then," the old man said with a grin.
"No, I am going in the front door over there, but thank you so much for the thought. I really appreciate it!"
Heather smiled and thought about what a sweet old man this was standing in front of her. It seemed that there were just not enough people like him in the world.
"You have a nice day sir!" Heather said as she turned to walk away.
The old man stopped her, "You want to know something?"
"What is that?" Heather asked him.
"I like to watch you walk," the dirty old man said with a devious grin.
Shocked by the comment, Heather's only reply was a nervous laugh and she quickly walked toward the hospital. Eeww!
The End.
based on a true story
One day, on her way to volunteering, Heather noticed a very old man get out of the car and begin walking toward the hospital. He said something to his younger friend that had given him a ride to his doctor's visit. Heather, assuming that the comment did not involve her, thought nothing of their interaction and kept walking toward the hospital's front entrance.
"Are you going in this door, miss?" The old man said.
"What?" Heather replied
His friend stepped in to clarify, "He wanted me to hold the door for you."
"Oh! How thoughtful...but I am not going in this door," Heather said.
"You're not huh? Well ok then," the old man said with a grin.
"No, I am going in the front door over there, but thank you so much for the thought. I really appreciate it!"
Heather smiled and thought about what a sweet old man this was standing in front of her. It seemed that there were just not enough people like him in the world.
"You have a nice day sir!" Heather said as she turned to walk away.
The old man stopped her, "You want to know something?"
"What is that?" Heather asked him.
"I like to watch you walk," the dirty old man said with a devious grin.
Shocked by the comment, Heather's only reply was a nervous laugh and she quickly walked toward the hospital. Eeww!
The End.
3.31.2003
An actual conversation with my sister
She has so much to think about now that she is out of school. Like this for example:
Jessie: When you and Grant have kids...they are going to be hairy.
Heather: Thanks
pause
Jessie: If they have a unibrow are you going to pluck it?
Heather: What?
Jessie: Because if you don't, their Auntie Jessie will! I mean I will hold them down and do it if I have to.
Wow. To my future children, I am sorry for any tweezer trauma she may cause you.
Jessie: When you and Grant have kids...they are going to be hairy.
Heather: Thanks
pause
Jessie: If they have a unibrow are you going to pluck it?
Heather: What?
Jessie: Because if you don't, their Auntie Jessie will! I mean I will hold them down and do it if I have to.
Wow. To my future children, I am sorry for any tweezer trauma she may cause you.
3.17.2003
3.16.2003
The Psychology of My Coffee Mugs
I have noticed that I have this strange routine or pattern when choosing my coffee mug in the morning. It seems that there are distinct reasons for choosing a particular mug on a particular day. Take Thursdays and Fridays for example. I will usually opt for the big "Friends"-style mug on these days. I am assuming it is because of the anticipation for the show to air on Thursday. And on Friday, I am reminded of the large mugs that were popularized by the show nine years ago, which makes me reach for that style. I definitely have a "I am in no hurry, I am going to enjoy this coffee" mug. I also have a "Dammit, I am running late again, why do I insist on falling back asleep after the alarm goes off, now I hardly have time to drink this coffee!" mug. That mug is small, has a very nondescript shape, and doesn't make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. It should come as no surprise that I avoid this mug at all costs.
Tea is a whole other story. I always drink tea out of the same, hand thrown, ceramic mug with hand-painted stars, dark blue moon and yellow sun. The best explaination I have for this choice is that I must equate drinking tea with celestial drawings and items that look like they belong at the Renaissance Faire.
The whole process is very strange. Granted, it is not foolproof, but I definitely have a system. I have a master's thesis on the subject in the works.
I have noticed that I have this strange routine or pattern when choosing my coffee mug in the morning. It seems that there are distinct reasons for choosing a particular mug on a particular day. Take Thursdays and Fridays for example. I will usually opt for the big "Friends"-style mug on these days. I am assuming it is because of the anticipation for the show to air on Thursday. And on Friday, I am reminded of the large mugs that were popularized by the show nine years ago, which makes me reach for that style. I definitely have a "I am in no hurry, I am going to enjoy this coffee" mug. I also have a "Dammit, I am running late again, why do I insist on falling back asleep after the alarm goes off, now I hardly have time to drink this coffee!" mug. That mug is small, has a very nondescript shape, and doesn't make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. It should come as no surprise that I avoid this mug at all costs.
Tea is a whole other story. I always drink tea out of the same, hand thrown, ceramic mug with hand-painted stars, dark blue moon and yellow sun. The best explaination I have for this choice is that I must equate drinking tea with celestial drawings and items that look like they belong at the Renaissance Faire.
The whole process is very strange. Granted, it is not foolproof, but I definitely have a system. I have a master's thesis on the subject in the works.
3.10.2003
3.05.2003
I have never been a very good runner. I have never really been that good at any kind of athletic activity to be honest. I remember in Junior High, we had to run these things called "cross-countries." Almost everyone hated cross-country day. The PE teachers had these ridiculous expectations of us and we were given a grade for the number of cross-countries we could do in a class period. I think if you streched out the number of cross-countries you needed to run in order to get an "A" for that day into one straight line, you actually would have run across the country.
Post Junior High, I have made several febele attempts at running with little success. I have just never had the stamina or the drive to keep going. But then Brittaney gets me on this "excersize plan" that she developed. It is really not that hard. Work out for four days within the week, any days you choose, for 30 minutes. If you fail to work out four days in a week, you will receive a "mark." If you get two marks, two weeks in a row, you have to run a mile without stopping and buy dinner for the other person. Well I got two marks in a row and it came my time to run my mile, without stopping. I told Brittaney there was no way I could do it. To my surprise I did it and I think I discovered the trick for all you "I can't run" people out there. Once you reach the point while you are running of total agony, (you know the one, it feels like you are about to die) run a little bit further and your adreneline kicks in or something and the pain goes away. Sure, I feel numb from the chest down, but I can keep running!
But seriously, running really is about baby steps. Little by little my body is able to take me further and further. I don't wake up sore anymore, I sleep better, and I almost feel cleansed after a nice jog. And do you know where those baby steps took me tonight? Two miles, without stopping, on a tredmil! Granted, it was no marathon, but it sure as hell was two miles of one!
P.S. I never did buy Brittaney dinner.
Post Junior High, I have made several febele attempts at running with little success. I have just never had the stamina or the drive to keep going. But then Brittaney gets me on this "excersize plan" that she developed. It is really not that hard. Work out for four days within the week, any days you choose, for 30 minutes. If you fail to work out four days in a week, you will receive a "mark." If you get two marks, two weeks in a row, you have to run a mile without stopping and buy dinner for the other person. Well I got two marks in a row and it came my time to run my mile, without stopping. I told Brittaney there was no way I could do it. To my surprise I did it and I think I discovered the trick for all you "I can't run" people out there. Once you reach the point while you are running of total agony, (you know the one, it feels like you are about to die) run a little bit further and your adreneline kicks in or something and the pain goes away. Sure, I feel numb from the chest down, but I can keep running!
But seriously, running really is about baby steps. Little by little my body is able to take me further and further. I don't wake up sore anymore, I sleep better, and I almost feel cleansed after a nice jog. And do you know where those baby steps took me tonight? Two miles, without stopping, on a tredmil! Granted, it was no marathon, but it sure as hell was two miles of one!
P.S. I never did buy Brittaney dinner.
3.02.2003
2.26.2003
I have this button on my car stereo that has the letters "SCA" on the front. I am assuming that these letters stand for the word "scan" and I think it is silly that they did not just make the letters smaller so the "n" that would complete the word and make its function readily apparent would fit on it. But I digress. The reason for this post, however insignificant it may be, is that I am in love with this button. Basically, by pushing this button, the stereo scans through all the stations within listening range and pauses for a few seconds on each one. I use it all the time. In fact, sometimes, I never take it off; I just let it keep scanning. I have become so used to it that I don't even realize that I am only singing 4 seconds of all the songs because to me it just sounds like one big song. I feel like one of those infomercials for compilation CD's. You know...Hits from the 60's...70's...80's. And for at least 2/3 of the commercial, the 50 selections, found on either one compact disc or two cassette tapes, are scrolling up the television screen stopping on every third song to play a few measures. That's me in my car everyday.
Of course this button does have its downsides as well. For example, I have gotten so used to it that when I actually come to a song that I would like to listen to the whole way through, the station switches four seconds later. Then there is a mad panic to hit the tuner button and get back to the previous station before it switches again. And then there are the times when I hear a song that I like but I think maybe there is a song a few stations up that I would rather listen to. And then by the time I actually realize that I would really rather have listened to the first song, I have to wait for all the stations to rotate through before I can get back to that song. And chances are, that song is now over and I have to find something else. It's a viscious cycle, really. That is what I get for being lazy, I guess.
Of course this button does have its downsides as well. For example, I have gotten so used to it that when I actually come to a song that I would like to listen to the whole way through, the station switches four seconds later. Then there is a mad panic to hit the tuner button and get back to the previous station before it switches again. And then there are the times when I hear a song that I like but I think maybe there is a song a few stations up that I would rather listen to. And then by the time I actually realize that I would really rather have listened to the first song, I have to wait for all the stations to rotate through before I can get back to that song. And chances are, that song is now over and I have to find something else. It's a viscious cycle, really. That is what I get for being lazy, I guess.
2.24.2003
2.18.2003
Maybe tomorrow?
I feel like I have nothing notworthy happening in my life right now. And I know that no one really wants to hear me go on and on about when I am graduating again or what happened with the babies at work today so I figured I would wait until somthing exciting happens to me that other may find interesting as well. But I got nothing. I know that it was just my birthday and I got a lot of fabulous gifts from family and friends, but they all know it was my birthday and don't want to read about it again, I'm sure. So, I am sorry that I am never able to "wow" you with a enlightening or entertaining tale expereinced first hand from the streets of Sacramento. Until then, go read another website.
I feel like I have nothing notworthy happening in my life right now. And I know that no one really wants to hear me go on and on about when I am graduating again or what happened with the babies at work today so I figured I would wait until somthing exciting happens to me that other may find interesting as well. But I got nothing. I know that it was just my birthday and I got a lot of fabulous gifts from family and friends, but they all know it was my birthday and don't want to read about it again, I'm sure. So, I am sorry that I am never able to "wow" you with a enlightening or entertaining tale expereinced first hand from the streets of Sacramento. Until then, go read another website.
2.10.2003
2.05.2003
2.03.2003
2.02.2003
Things I kinda missed about being at school....
-my babies at the children's center
-the melodic sounds of my roommate singing songs that he makes up as he goes along
-that fresh "I just started school and I am on top of things" feeling....which will last about one week.
-the chickens on campus...who are acting mighty frisky this time of year.
-being a senior again...graduating senior that is.
-making sure EVERYONE knows that you are, in fact, a graduating senior.
-the second floor of the union....a very radical place to study and people watch.
-midnight waffles....now, admittedly, I have not yet had one, but it is nice to know that the opportunity is there.
-being 20 minutes away from Brittaney...which brings me to....
-FRIENDS NIGHT!!!
Things I don't really miss about being back at school....
-the long distance thing...still really sucks.
-being a regular at the reserve book room at the library.
-homework
-missing the shuttle to campus
-driving to campus....and then trying to park
-getting sick from the runny noses at the children's center
-coming to grips with the fact that even though I miss Grant, didn't really like living here and always acted like I just wanted it to be over....it is actually all going to be over very soon and I just don't know if I want it to be quite yet.
-my babies at the children's center
-the melodic sounds of my roommate singing songs that he makes up as he goes along
-that fresh "I just started school and I am on top of things" feeling....which will last about one week.
-the chickens on campus...who are acting mighty frisky this time of year.
-being a senior again...graduating senior that is.
-making sure EVERYONE knows that you are, in fact, a graduating senior.
-the second floor of the union....a very radical place to study and people watch.
-midnight waffles....now, admittedly, I have not yet had one, but it is nice to know that the opportunity is there.
-being 20 minutes away from Brittaney...which brings me to....
-FRIENDS NIGHT!!!
Things I don't really miss about being back at school....
-the long distance thing...still really sucks.
-being a regular at the reserve book room at the library.
-homework
-missing the shuttle to campus
-driving to campus....and then trying to park
-getting sick from the runny noses at the children's center
-coming to grips with the fact that even though I miss Grant, didn't really like living here and always acted like I just wanted it to be over....it is actually all going to be over very soon and I just don't know if I want it to be quite yet.
12.19.2002
DONE!
Well for now anyway. It was a busy busy semester and I am so glad it is over. I never thought I would say this, but you know that stuff that you learn in college...and you say, "why are we learning this? I am never going to use it." This semester I realized that finally I am actually going to use what I learned. It really is a great feeling. But you want to know an even greater feeling? Having a five week vacation where I can seriously sit around and do nothing. That is what I'm talking about.
The first few days of my vacation have been really tough. I did some xmas shopping, took pictures with santa, sat on the couch and watched tv and had several drinks with some really great friends. Anyway, I know you don't really care about any of this but it has been a while since I have posted and it is not like anyone reads this thing anyway so why do I have to be insightful or funny anyway. Goodnight and Merry Chirstmas.
Well for now anyway. It was a busy busy semester and I am so glad it is over. I never thought I would say this, but you know that stuff that you learn in college...and you say, "why are we learning this? I am never going to use it." This semester I realized that finally I am actually going to use what I learned. It really is a great feeling. But you want to know an even greater feeling? Having a five week vacation where I can seriously sit around and do nothing. That is what I'm talking about.
The first few days of my vacation have been really tough. I did some xmas shopping, took pictures with santa, sat on the couch and watched tv and had several drinks with some really great friends. Anyway, I know you don't really care about any of this but it has been a while since I have posted and it is not like anyone reads this thing anyway so why do I have to be insightful or funny anyway. Goodnight and Merry Chirstmas.
12.09.2002
Yeah. Like I have never heard that one before.
I used to have a best friend named Heather. Admittedly, at first it was a little wierd to be around someone all the time who had the same name as you but we got over it. We were two different people and sometimes I even forgot that our names were the same. Weird huh. We were thrilled by this similarity for about five minutes and quickly went on with our friendship and the "name thing" was really discussed again. That is, unless someone else discovered our similarity. It is amazing how ridicualous people can be with this kind of information. Like for example:
"Hey, I said Heather, and they both turned around! That's funny"....right....really funny, good one bro.
Or my favorite:
"Hey, are you guys, like, twins?" Yes, identical ones actually. You see, our parents were just that lazy...and stupid.
I used to have a best friend named Heather. Admittedly, at first it was a little wierd to be around someone all the time who had the same name as you but we got over it. We were two different people and sometimes I even forgot that our names were the same. Weird huh. We were thrilled by this similarity for about five minutes and quickly went on with our friendship and the "name thing" was really discussed again. That is, unless someone else discovered our similarity. It is amazing how ridicualous people can be with this kind of information. Like for example:
"Hey, I said Heather, and they both turned around! That's funny"....right....really funny, good one bro.
Or my favorite:
"Hey, are you guys, like, twins?" Yes, identical ones actually. You see, our parents were just that lazy...and stupid.
12.05.2002
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