Saturday, January 19, 2002
Friday, January 18, 2002
Heck, yeah! ** My eBay auction for those extra Simpsons games just closed (had to relist it), and I made a nice little profit. I really needed that right now. That should help for Chelsie's bachelorette party! I think I've got the eBay bug again. That happens to me about once a year, and I eBay like crazy for a while until I get sick of it. I'll let you know if I put anything good up!
Friday Five Time!
1. What do you have your browser start page set to? At work, the Prudential intranet home page. At home, msn.com.
2. What are your favorite news sites? msnbc.com and cnn.com, though Drudge Report and azcentral.com are common reads too.
3. Favorite search engine? google, without question
4. When did you first get online? I've been trying to remember that. I was in high school, and felt like an internet snob (i.e. hated AOL) by the time I was in my first year of college. So, since I graduated in 1993, we were probably online in 1990 or 1991.
5. How do you plan to spend your weekend? Tomorrow, with my best friend for a while, then bro is coming over to watch some awful sci-fi movie on my cable. Sunday, church and planning Chelsie's wedding stuff. Monday is a day off! But I have traffic school Monday night and Tuesday night. Friggin' photo radar.
Stick 'em up ** I thought I was going to be on an episode of Cops last night. But that would have required the police to actually do their jobs. My brother needed to go to his storage shed (an internal one, in a huge building) to find his immunization records from the Coast Guard for his new job. We parked in the spot in front of the door, went in, signed the sign-in sheet, and took the elevator to the second floor. We seriously found what we were looking for in the bottom of the last box. So we gathered up the few boxes we decided to take home, got on the elevator and went downstairs to leave.
We emerged from the elevator into a dark lobby. The office was empty. The door was locked. The alarm went off. We were locked into the building which was now emitting a piercing peal inside and a loud siren outside. Yep. That was my Thursday. Chris wanted to exit via the fire door, but I had Hollywood images of me and my brother, laden with boxes of years-old belongings, emerging from the fire door to the anger of heavily-armed SWAT teams.
So we waited.
Fifteen minutes later, as we're staring out the glass doors of the building, the phone rings three times. Of course, that was in the office, which door we didn't even check because we were trying to be good, law-abiding people. Nobody answered, obviously, so we figured that was probably the police, who would now be on their way to investigate. In preparation, I put my keys and sunglasses in my pocket so I wouldn't have anything suspicious-looking in my hands.
Ten minutes later, the police have still not come. I asked Chris how secure he felt his belongings were, with this kind of security. You can drive up to the front, park, go inside and up- or down-stairs, wait until 6:01 p.m., take anything you want and exit out the fire exit. If you plan ahead, you can even dodge the video camera - there's only one and it's by the front door, not the fire exit.
Needless to say, we gave up on being rescued by our wonderful Phoenix P.D. men in blue, and we clutched or belongings carefully to us as we slowly exited the fire exit, got in my car and drove away. I was expecting to be awakened at 2 a.m. with a search warrant, but no such luck. I don't think they ever showed up, and I'd bet the owner of the place showed up this morning to his self-storage business ringing with a burglar alarm, 12 hours later. If he wants some amusement, he can watch his security video and meet me, my brother, and my happy middle finger.
Thursday, January 17, 2002
A Tale of Two Blogs ** I'm happy to see that Jen has her blog back up and running. But I'm sad to see that Stefani's is gone. :-( We'll miss you, Stef! And curses to the evil-spirited people who try to make others miserable. I hope you keep Bun going so we can keep up with how you're doing!
The purple moose farts at midnight ** Chris (my brother) came to visit last night to do his laundry and help my father look at his broken-down truck, and he ended up having a lengthy discussion/argument with Joe about politics. My husband is an intelligent person, with a very creative mind. But sometimes his grasp of logic eludes him. The discussion was a good one, but at one point, he made several utterly unrelated and confusing statements, involving Paris, Afghanistan and socialism. It was odd. After listening long enough to make me ill, I loudly stated that "the purple moose farts at midnight." Amazing how quickly that ended the conversation! So now it's my motto for the day. Thought I'd share.
Wednesday, January 16, 2002
Tuesday, January 15, 2002
Isn't it ironic? ** I had cake today. After my Milton-esque post earlier. I passed to the next person and I still got a piece. Of course it isn't on my diet, but that's not the point.
I'm only visiting this planet ** When I was a kid, I had a bright yellow t-shirt with a girl holding a giant flashlight on it, and it said that across the bottom. It was my favorite t-shirt, and every time my mother tried to get rid of it, I'd find it and hide it. It's finally long-since gone, but it still has this fuzzy happy childhood memory attached to it. Whenever I have really crappy days (i.e. today), I remember that shirt and wish it was true, just as I used to when I was 5. If only.
Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta ** Grumble, grumble. More meetings, and then more meetings. Next thing I know, someone will take my stapler and I won't get a piece of cake. Hope your Tuesday is better than mine.
Monday, January 14, 2002
Gesundheit! ** I've known since meeting Joe that he has allergies. He tries to be stoic, but his 7 a.m. sneezing fits for 1/2 hour at a time give him away. So after waiting months for an allergist appointment, he got to go in today. The verdict? He's allergic to everything. His food allergies are fairly minor, but he's pretty much deathly allergic to anything that grows. Except people. And, interesting, except for cats and dogs (thank God). They're rushing him back in on Friday to test him further and inject him with some anti-allergy cocktail serum. We have to practically hermetically seal our bedroom at night with an air filter starting immediately. I am having images of Sleepless in Seattle, with a very allergic "Walter." Ah, well. He's been feeling miserable for so long, I'm glad we're finally finding out what's causing it.
Sometimes I just forget to eat ** Okay, not true. I'm not that "special kind of stupid." But I do seem to be eating less for some reason. And losing some weight. Not a ton, but enough that others have noticed, so that's good. My step-sis gave me my first bottle of prenatal vitamins. Anyone know what they do to appetite, weight, energy, etc? I'm taking a multi-vitamin already, but thinking of switching. I figure I might as well get my body as healthy as possible before I get pregnant. All you pregnant bloggers out there: Is there anything I need to know?
Right time, right place ** Last night, Joe and I dropped my brother off before heading home after a fun-filled day of card games. We approached the intersection at 20th Street and Camelback, and the light turned red. We stopped, and immediately several police pulled in front of us, leading a caravan.
It was the Olympic torch. The crowds were everywhere, in the cold, gathered together to see it. And we accidentally got a front-row, heated, unobstructed view, only feet in front of us. It was pretty cool. I don't know who was carrying it; we're trying to figure that out now. He looked vaguely familiar, but I can't place it. Anyway, it was a nice way to end the weekend.