Giddy Girlie

"Mia," you ask, "didn't that high falootin' camera o' yours come with a charger?"

Um... yes... but um... I have moved twice since I got the camera and I haven't seen the charger since.

"Mia," you say, "can't you go to Radio Shack and get a new one?"

Um... yes... but um... that takes money [refer to previous day's blog] and well, if I find $12 I will buy some new nail polish or a Halloween t-shirt from Target. Forgive me. I am a geek.

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You : hairstylist with 3 or more days of experience in handling scissors and/or hedge clippers.

Me : girl with overgrown mop that needs some attention. Just a trim and general pruning would suffice. I can afford to pay you only in skull & crossbone chocolates and foot massages. I have smell-be-good lotions that feel real nice on your feet.

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Seems that I'm not the only one with $9 and 4 days left 'til payday... if anyone wants to come over for iced tea and Top Ramen, I'll email you directions to my house. Jules and Miss Bliss, along with the other commenters seems to share the same problem. No money. Let's have a poverty pot luck! I'll make ramen and instant oatmeal... you bring the stale chips from the back ofthe cupboard.

I mean, I'll do it but I don't want to be the 26 year old nerd girl 'shopping' from my mother's pantry, all the while convincing her that I'll have the money I owe her in just another week... maybe I can nick some lunch meat or frozen dinners from Mom. If anyone has a fridge to keep the stuff in, I'm glad to share!

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I will be making candies to put inside, which have been delayed since I have been without a fridge for weeks on end... argh... but as soon as I get the freezer capability up and running, I'll be cranking out pirate candies like you wouldn't believe!!

I will try and remember to take a picture of a completed Halloween Project for everyone and will post it at Sew Lame for you to review. What I have made are paper maiche containers, which will be used to send out special treats. I have made pumpkins, spiders and cats so far... and I may be making a bat, also.

If you want a Halloween Container of your very own - email me your address. I aim to send them out mid-week (so that you can kick start your Halloween decorating), so you could have your very own package in the mail (!!) by the end of this week! How fun!

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Yes, you had to drive with the car window down whenever you were with him... P.U.

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Backstory : fridge decided not to work on August 30. Melted popsicles, the whole 9 yards. We called (it's under warranty, thankfully) for service and were scheduled for September 3. Repair man came, but didn't have the right part. Gotta order the part, that'll be a week. We schedule service for September 10. Repair man doesn't show up. Says that he wasn't sure we got the part he shipped us or not. Scheduled service for September 11, doesn't show up. Scheduled service for September 21. Get a call past our appointment time that the 'technician' has called in sick and won't be coming. Scheduled service for September 24. 'Technician' comes early than scheduled appointment time and leaves a "sorry we missed you" note on the door.

I'm sorry that the Maytag Man has died. It seems that he was the last of the good guys.

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I have always loved vintage and kitschy stuff, especially cheap vintage and kitschy stuff! I mean, can you pass up a funky old purse for 60 cents? Not me. Plus, I have great thrift store luck. Someday, I will post some pictures of the very coolest findings, but here is a brief re-cap of some recent findings :

• calf-length fake fur (teddy bear fur) coat - $5
• pea coat style lepoard print vintage jacket circa '62 - $4
• Transformers tin breakfast tray - 60 cents
• white patent leather 50's style purse - 45 cents
• collectible M&Ms candy jar - 35 cents : sold on eBay
• hand-sewn satin dress with a 70's star print with cats at the bottom - $3.50

If anyone wants to go thrifting this weekend, my schedule is wide open! :)

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• online
• work from home
• fringe benefits
• big salary
• lots of vacation time
• cat-friendly environment

If you know of this job, please let me know. Or else, you can send me your questions here (or through comments)

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Yep, he's a tracer.

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Ryan and I used to rent a condo from a family friend. When we moved in, Family Friend pointed out the highlights of the community (pools, spas, tennis courts, etc.) and then slipped in "except the people downstairs... they listen to Barry White." OK... what the hell does that mean?

So we moved in and all was well. About a week later, we had a housewarming-type shin dig. Since it was a new place, people were milling around the whole house, marveling at the walk in closets and Ryan's new art studio... until they came back from the bedroom giggling. What? What did they find?

No, they didn't find any incriminating nudie pics (cleverly hidden in the wall safe), but instead they could hear the downstairs neighbors having sex. Yes, we are the most immature people in the world, so we all went into Ryan's studio and listened to the "oohs" and "aahs" and giggled. Hee Hee.

Fast forward three months. Ryan and I are laying in bed, trying to fall asleep... "ugh. How long are they going to keep going like this?" "yeah, it was funny at first... but three hours later, it's like climax already!" "seriously" "oh geez. there she goes with her screaming again" "ear plugs?" "yes, thank you" "I am so tired. Did they wake you up last night?" "yes... geez... they started up for the third time around 3 and were still screaming when I got up for work at six." "these people need a TV in their bedroom" "amen"

It carried on like this *literally* every day.... maybe 8 times a day on weekends. It started out as amusing, but seriously when you wake up to a woman screaming "oh jesus, fuck me deeper" every night... it gets old. Honestly, it does. And the man had a deep, rich voice like Barry White and spoke like that too "oooh yeeeeaaah bay-bay"

It was always embarrassing to have people over to our house, because regardless of the time of day or night, the two nymphos downstairs were going at it. It made dinner with the folks downright awkward.

Then, I guess, the sex got boring. So instead of hearing the woman shrieking alone, you'd now hear two women. Or three. Sometimes two women and two men. It was ...um...odd. To say the least.

The last night that we lived in that condo, our house was empty, except for our bed, so every word spoken echoed through the whole house. Of course, this only amplified the shenanigans going on downstairs. It was so bad, that around 4am, some of the other neighbors came out of their house to yell. "shut your windows" "my kids are crying" "you perverts" I honestly don't think the Team downstairs heard any of it. My husband and I went outside and joined some of the others standing along the sidewalk, begging for the windows to be closed, and that's when I saw it. Bright light. Brilliant light. It all made sense... they weren't sex perverts. They were making Porn downstairs.

So if you ever rent a movie and in the background you hear "For reals, people, close your damn window" that's me. I hope they spelled my name right in the credits.

The next morning, my mother in law came over to help us with the last of the boxes and she found a note on our front door. Ryan read it aloud for us all, and basically, it said that we were obviously "new here" (they saw the moving van in the driveway) but that we should know this is a "family" community and it was "disgusting and immoral" to carry on the way that we did. It was "shameless." We laughed and laughed and laughed... they thought it was US making all that noise - and XXX videos! Even though we spent less than 3 hours in that house after receiving the note, I just couldn't leave it that way. I took the note back to the neighbor that wrote it and told her face-to-face that it wasn't us, but good luck.

I've watched the police blotter to see if those people ever got a ticket for operating without a business license or something... not yet.

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Ye be in need of some humor!

Where do pirates keep their clothes? click here to see the answer!

How is a pirate's favorite musician? click here to see the answer!

Why do pirates like Celine Dion?click here to see the answer!

*All jokes courtesy of John Barry

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My boss made me a sign for my desk :

If you want something done right, do it yourself. Ask Mia.

Ironically, she is the only person here who is self-sufficient and actually doesn't ask me to do things for her that she can do herself.

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The details can be found here : www.talklikeapirate.com

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*Please note that these smilies are part of Lunanina's comments section and don't actually function for my own cheap ass RADICAL free comment function. Just love them for what they are.

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It was a Catholic ceremony, with all the 'please stand' and 'please kneel' and prayers and rituals... a whole mess of stuff that I didn't know. What made it laughable, was the Grandmothers. That is, Ryan's grandmother and her sister.

We should have known better. We should have made them sit in separate pews. Sigh. Those two... Heard during the service :

"isn't that Jesus statue creepy?"
"what did he just say?"
"do you think they're having an affair?"
"who?"
"the priest and that one... the blonde haired woman"
"ha ha ha ha"
"Mia, who is that singing? No, it can't be the organist... she's OLD."
"pass me the hymn book... no, can I have the one with the blue cover?"
"what page?"
"why am I looking at this? I can't see it without my glasses"
"this blue is nice. Can we keep these?"
"that Mary statue is creepy. Isn't it creepy?"
"who picked those green tiles?"
"doesn't his voice sound like Darth Vader?"
"ha ha ha ha"
"Mia, step on this spider. I don't want it crawling up my pants"
"what are we having for lunch after? oh, I'm supposed to be standing?"
"ooh... I like that gold cup. I want one like that."
"I am not kneeling... did I tell you how bad my hip has been aching lately?"

Of course, this was all in between shushes from my Husband and myself... to no avail. It's hard to keep a straight face when the 80 year old grandmas are crackin' jokes.

In their defense, Eddie wouldn't have had it any other way.

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However, I will never forget the 'teenage' months and how terrible they were. Always biting and scratching (me) and generally being pains in the butt. I also remember the Mother's Guilt when I finally would get fed up and lock them in the bathroom. Either one alone or both together. Some nights, it was the only way to get any sleep*.

Leave it to Sars to label it most eloquently "The Tiled Chamber Of Incorrigible Imps From Hell."

*in my own defense, I lived in a studio apartment and there was not a bedroom door to close.

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They are indoor cats, and only go outside on a leash. This is for their safety as well as the amusement of all my neighbors who stand in the window and call to their wives "You have to see this! A cat on a leash!" They are actually both very good "walkers" and are leash trained, just like dogs. I admit, it IS pretty funny.

Monkey is the orange cat and Ruckus is the grey one. Aren't they handsome?! Enjoy!

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I remember when I was a lad
Times were hard and things were bad
But there's a silver linin' behind every cloud
Just poor people that's all we were
Tryin' to make a livin' out of blackland earth
But we'd get together in a family circle singin' loud ...

CHORUS
Daddy sang bass, Mama sang tenor
Me and little brother would join right in there
Singin' seems to help a troubled soul

One of these days and it won't be long
I'll rejoin them in a song
I'm gonna join the family circle at the throne ...

No, the circle won't be broken
By and by, Lord, by and by ...
Daddy'll sing bass, Mama'll sing tenor
Me and little brother will join right in there
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.

Now I remember after work,
Mama would call in all of us
You could hear us singin' for a country mile
Now little brother has done gone on
But I'll rejoin him in a song
We'll be together again up yonder in a little while.

CHORUS
Daddy sang bass, Mama sang tenor
Me and little brother would join right in there
Singin' seems to help a troubled soul

One of these days and it won't be long
I'll rejoin them in a song
I'm gonna join the family circle at the throne ...

No, the circle won't be broken
By and by, Lord, by and by ...
Daddy'll sing bass, Mama'll sing tenor
Me and little brother will join right in there
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.

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I am on another MAJOR sock monkey kick, so stay tuned to Sew Lame for details about upcoming Monkey Projects and sock monkeys who need good homes!

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First, John Ritter and then Johnny Cash!

So.
Sad.
For.
Words.

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I came into work and we set about the arduous task of contacting each and every traveler and bringing them home safely. I will add the link to my journal from that day in the next day or so.

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Firsts

First car: 1971 Volkswagen Karmann Ghia [note : this picture is not my car, but same color, etc.]

First real date: Aside from the Knotts and Disneyland dates (sorry, we SoCal kids are different) it would have to be Mike May. Neither of us had our own cars, so he had to enlist an older friend to come and pick me up from my house. It was sweet and he met the ‘rents and all that… then we went to a lame party at Danny’s house and sat around talking shit on how drunk everyone else was.

First real kiss: Um, this other guy named Mike that I went out with a few months before Mike May. I can’t remember his last name. It was a Disneyland date and he was a horrible, sloppy kisser.

First break-up: From a serious “boyfriend” type person (not a jr. high “going steady” kind of boyfriend) was Mike #1 (sloppy kisser from above). He was older than I was and much more… uh… advanced than I was and I was not into doing the Horizontal Hula with him (which he was pretty insistent upon), so I just stopped calling him. Our mothers were friendly and so I think my mom broke the news to his mom and the message was passed along that way. Pretty lame. In my own defense, I was barely 14 and he was 17 or 18 or something, so he should have known that he would get an immature 14 year old style break up.

First job: Aside from the miscellaneous tasks in my mother’s office, my first job was as a Teacher’s Aide in a preschool. I had just graduated from an ROP class, so I had worked an internship there for almost a year and then I was hired. 6 weeks later the company changed hands and I was laid off because I wasn’t 18 and they didn’t want to employ a minor.

First self purchased album: Beastie Boys “Licensed To Ill” I was nine years old. I thought “posse” was a bad word.

First screen name: Tink410 - I still use it sometimes

First funeral (that I remember): My grandfather George. I don’t remember much, except the family was in a small room to the right of the casket that was separate from the rest of the chapel and pews. It was weird and I was sad, but not emotionally distraught like some other people. Also, the old guy who used to be in the Black Angus commercials was there (an old pal of Grandpa’s I guess).

First pet: My first pet was a parakeet. I don’t remember it at all, but there are pictures of me reading books at 2 years old with a bird on my head.

First piercing/tattoo: My ear lobes were pierced when I was 9 months old. I got the 2nd holes in 8th grade. The third set came when I was 15 and at Lollapalooza. The fourth hole (right ear only) I got when I was 18. I got my nose pierced when I was 18 and my tragus pierced shortly thereafter - right ear only. I got my tongue pierced when I was 19. I had my nipples pierced shortly after, but I might have been 20 at the time. My first tattoo was at 18 and of the astrological symbol for Virgo. Second, third and fourth came shortly after.

First Love: Jonathan Claussen - he was the first crush that I actually really cared if he liked me back.

First Enemy: Jennifer Garcia. I’ll post on THIS STORY separately.

First musician you remember hearing in your house: AC/DC - my dad says as a toddler I would actually follow along to “Bang Your Head” and rock out

Lasts

Last good cry: Two weeks ago. Everything was turning sour and I was irritated and then the fridge broke. I just lost it.

Last movie seen: Men in Black II - so funny. Shoulda watched it sooner!

Last big car ride: Ooh... not for a while now. Not since like November when we were at Ryan's grandma's house in Pismo Beach.

Last beverage drank: Iced Tea - ooh, now I gotta pee!

Last food consumed: Tomato Basil Soup - mmmm!

Last phone call: One of our travelers, looking for help.

Last time showered: A week ago. I only shower when I dye my hair. But I take a bath every morning. Today it was between 7:00-7:20am

Last cd played: “Motherland” by Natalie Merchant

Last item bought: Lunch isn’t included, right? Then it would be the red skirt that I searched high and low for.

Last annoyance: The stupid guy that I work with who makes me cringe with rage just to look at him. Incompetent Boob.

Last disappointment: Realizing it is 4:30 and not 5:30, and therefore I still have an hour of work left!

Last time scolded: Yesterday when I Punk’d my mom.

Last website visited: Our company travel reservation site. Before that, it was Jules

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Wanna see what Ryan got me? Of course you do!!

not the pillows, silly... just the fun stuff!

If I had a better camera, you could read the shirt that declares "Punk's Not Dead." Right on!

And it is this book, all about SOCK MONKEYS!!!!

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MOMMY DEAREST [11:46 AM]: hello....Sandy here. Mia's momma....
Boss Lady [11:46 AM]:  Hello
MOMMY DEAREST [11:47 AM]:  can I steal her away for an extended luncheon privilege so that I can purchase her a new outfit to wear to work on her beloved birthday tomorrow?
Boss Lady [11:47 AM]:  Eww, an extended lunch?  How long?
MOMMY DEAREST [11:47 AM]:  I know it's short notice...
MOMMY DEAREST [11:48 AM]:  I was thinkin 2 hours.. max...
MOMMY DEAREST [11:48 AM]:  is that too difficult for today?
MOMMY DEAREST [11:48 AM]:  it's not a biggie.... 
Boss Lady [11:49 AM]:  You know she has been leaving early a lot lately.  And maybe you can help me because I'm really disappointed in her attitude lately.  Is she having problems at home.
MOMMY DEAREST [11:49 AM]:  not that I know of...
MOMMY DEAREST [11:50 AM]:  and I’m totally unaware of her leaving early.hmmm
MOMMY DEAREST [11:50 AM]:  and...don't feel you have to let this happen... really... I’m a STICKLER for punctuality and attendance
MOMMY DEAREST [11:51 AM]:  she knows that
Boss Lady [11:51 AM]:  I really can't let her go. She really needs to clean up her act or I don't know what I'm going to be forced to do.
MOMMY DEAREST [11:51 AM]:  I understand... and you need to say something to her
MOMMY DEAREST [11:53 AM]:  I know she feels she's working really hard lately
MOMMY DEAREST [11:53 AM]:  so maybe that has something to do with an attitude?
Boss Lady [11:54 AM]:  I have said something to her.  I have given her verbal and written warnings.  It just doesn't seem to be getting through to her.  She was always such a hard worker.  I don't understand what's happened.  Maybe she is just not happy here anymore.
MOMMY DEAREST [11:55 AM]:  hmmm... I don't think that's it... I really don't. she loves her job.. and you. 
MOMMY DEAREST [11:56 AM]:  I think she feels that when you're away... people just dump on her when they could do things themselves...
MOMMY DEAREST [11:56 AM]:  now...I know that could be only HER side.. but that's what I’ve heard
MOMMY DEAREST [11:57 AM]:  I could be confused...  but it seems she chose to stay with your staff instead of a transfer to another job?
Boss Lady [11:58 AM]:  You have just been PUNK'D.....ha ha ha.  I was just having some fun with you.  Of course she can go.  And none of those things I said were true.  Mia is an outstanding associate that I could not live without.
MOMMY DEAREST [11:59 AM]:  OMG. I was thinkin I should spend her bday money on therapy
MOMMY DEAREST [11:59 AM]:  I’m in tears for her
MOMMY DEAREST [11:59 AM]:  I know she works so hard.. or says she does
MOMMY DEAREST [11:59 AM]:  I thought.. man.. I’m missing something
Boss Lady [12:00 PM]:  I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring you to tears.
MOMMY DEAREST [12:00 PM]:  I love her soooo much
Boss Lady [12:00 PM]:  I know.  She speaks so highly of you.  I think I asked her once if you were looking to adopt another daughter.
MOMMY DEAREST [12:00 PM]:  gees...I’d always love more
MOMMY DEAREST [12:01 PM]:  and PUNK'd is one of my favorites
Boss Lady [12:02 PM]:  OMG! I'M SO SORRY!
MOMMY DEAREST [12:02 PM]:  gees..my palms are sweaty
MOMMY DEAREST [12:02 PM]:  I’ve never known her to have a bad attitude towards anyone cept her stepdad
MOMMY DEAREST [12:03 PM]:  and.. you can ask her.. I’m a real stickler for being a good employee...I think you should go to work and throw up in your shoes before calling in sick on a Monday

... and for the record : yes, my mom was really crying for me. How cool is that?

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I got an email this morning with this picture in it. Seriously. It was a real email.

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When I was in high school, I had a friend : Justin. Justin's house had one of those steep sloped backyards and at the top of the slope was a cemetery [interesting but unnecessary fact : Nicole Brown Simpson is buried there].

When the cemetery wanted to expand, they had to approach all of the home owners to get their permission, because they would be inching closer to the edge of the cemetery land and toward the slopes that go downhill into the backyards. At first the home owners protested and screamed "No way! Did you see Poltergeist?!" but then the cemetery people offered each home owner something like $10,000 and so they said "hey - you are always welcome to bury people in my yard. Seriously, no problem dude."

During the expansion, many pieces of heavy equipment were used (back hoes and bulldozers and the like) and piqued the interest of a bunch of high school losers, like us. So, one night after much contemplating and several alcoholic beverages, the gang decided to go up there and drive the equipment.

Oh, the fun that was had! There were mini races and many a "look what I can do!" proclaimed. Until Justin tried to drive the back hoe up a mound of dirt. Well, that's not what back hoes are designed to do, and so the thing tipped over. Sideways. Justin was trapped and everyone sucked in their breath and ran over to hear "Woo hoo! Did you see that?!" It took everyone working together to get Justin out from under the back hoe, but we couldn't possibly tip the whole thing back up. So we did what any responsible, drunk, sixteen year old would do. We puked. And then we ran home, back down the hill to Justin's yard.

Unfortunately, the incident was never reported to the police and thus escaped the Police Blotter in the local paper. Fortunately, the incident was never reported and the drunken teenagers involved escaped unharmed.

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If you would like to play along and have me interview you....the following rules apply:
1. If you want to participate, leave me a comment saying "interview me." (or you can email me)
2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different.
3. You will update your journal with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

1. What's the biggest lie you've ever told?

I don't really lie very much, so I can think of are just stupid things that you do in high school. I really wanted a kitten and my mom kept saying no no no no no. So one day, I was with some friends and we were taking the bus to the beach. On the way, we stopped at a grocery store to get sodas and whatnot, and some people were giving away kittens. I really wanted one, so I took one. I put the kitty in my back pack and we took the kitty to the beach with us for the day (which the kitty actually seemed to enjoy). At the end of the day, while riding the bus back home I invented a story to tell my mom about how I found this kitty at the bus stop and I had to 'rescue' him. My mom was suspicious, but I don't think I've ever told her the truth about it.

2. If you were a superhero, what kind of powers would you have?

I'd probably have some selfish power, like spite. I would pop the tires of the jerks who drive like jerks and make pretentious people less beautiful and smell bad... of course, I could use these powers on your behalf, if you're my friend. But if you aren't - watch out!

3. If you could choose between a potion that would guarantee you'd have incredible sex for the rest of your life and one that would guarantee stimulating conversation, which would you choose?

Conversation, definitely. As much as I enjoy sex and have so much fun with my Dear Husband, I think that the best times that I have ever had with anyone are the conversations that we share. Even the ones where you look back and wonder why you were debating which kind of bagels are better (baked or boiled) for three hours, you still smile because that was one heck of a conversation piece. He's the best "mental stimulator" I have ever met. Ever.

4. Name fashion accessories you absolutely cannot live without and ones you wouldn't be caught dead wearing.

Hmm... it's hard to think of something that I couldn't live without but there are certainly things that I take with me everywhere, like my body jewelry. I never take out my nose ring or the barbell in my tongue. It's not that I would perish without them, it's just sort of like... what's the point of drilling holes in your face, if you aren't gonna fill them? One thing I couldn't live without would be some sort of hair restraint device. Whether it's a rubber band, a clip, a barrette, or a piece of string, I am never without something to pull my hair back out of my face.

You wouldn't catch me dead in any designer apparel that is emblazened with logos. I can't STAND these uppity Orange County people who feel that they need to display exactly how much their shirt cost... "this is a DKNY t-shirt and you know I paid at least $75 for it!" Blech. I have no time to be a walking billboard, especially for something I paid for. I also wouldn't be caught dead in any of the Tiffany silver jewelry that's become en vogue as of late... I just can't understand people who pay $75 for a sterling silver charm just because it's enscribed with "Tiffany & Co" - that doesn't make it worth anything more! It's STILL silver!

5. Describe a technological innovation you hope will be commonplace in 30 years.

Mechanical organs, like hearts and kidneys. Too many people expire while on waiting lists for organs that can be replaced by machinery... if only they could get it together to perfect the machines. I think that man last year who received the first mechanical heart transplant was very brave, and they proved that they can do it... unfortunately, the poor guy who got the heart was so ill already and weak from the surgery, that he didn't live much longer. But I think definitely the ability is there.

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Although I don't have the writing skills required to attend such a soiree, I will be partying it up myself this weekend to celebrate my impending birthday. Everyone is welcome. Vegetarian fare will be provided (out of respect to Evan) and I am 99.9999% sure that Ryan will find a way to justify making everyone eat Nathans Hot Dogs (he just found out that he likes them and has been begging to have them for dinner every night this week).

RSVP and let me know if you're down to BBQ and drink up some Pabst and party like a crazy fool!

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• I slept pretty good last night
• all my favorite web sites were updated
• I got some work done on Ryan's site
• free In-n-Out lunch, courtesy of the on-site Sales recognition luncheon
• tomorrow is Friday
• I love Friday
• Scrubs should be on tonight... yay!

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Posted by giddygirlie at 3:29 PM | Permalink

What does Snoop Dogg use to wash his clothes? click here to see the answer!

What do you call an Ethiopian who just went poo? click here to see the answer!

Forgive me with the bad graphics... all I have to work with right now is Paint. Yikes!

Posted by giddygirlie at 4:50 PM | Permalink

One of the causes that is always on my mind is the case of the West Memphis 3, which you can read all about here. It's a terrible story of injustice that has played out for 10 years on death row. It makes me sad just to imagine it.

If you have any means to contribute, please do. I will be posting some artwork here soon that will be sold to benefit the case. Including a picture of me in my bad ass WM3 shirt. :)

If you're in the Los Angeles area, come out and support the cause at sixspace gallery. Details are here.

Posted by giddygirlie at 1:30 PM | Permalink

Picture your grandma saying "wass up" and that's where I am at.

Please excuse my launguage or lack of vocabulary.

Posted by giddygirlie at 4:05 PM | Permalink

7:30pm, Friday night
Mia : Man, I'm really tired.
Ryan : Me too.
Mia : I think I am going to lay on the couch and relax for a while.
Ryan : Sounds good. If you fall asleep, do you want me to wake you up?
Mia : Um... yeah...
Ryan : Actually, I think I am going to lay down. Scoot over...
[much struggling and readjustments to get ourselve