Giddy Girlie

So far, so good. 3 hours of lecture ("why you wish you had Louis Pasteur's baby") and 3 hours of lab ("so that's why you warm a petrie dish upside-down"). My eyes are a little googly from the extended microscope use, and now exacerbated by the laptop that I am using, and I fear a nap is imminent. As it is, I came home and Ryan had to leave to deliver work and pick up other work and now I am home alone and it's cool outside and the sun is warm and not too bright and the dryer is humming and the cats are snuggly on the bed and I just kicked my shoes off and....zzzzzz

*this would be especially cool if I were someone's "lifeline" or they were answering Final Jeopardy

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Here is the recipe to a car dealership commercial that I will hate (also the same as the recipe to every dealership commercial ever filmed) :

• the narrator should use broken english or improper grammar
• the person depicted should look extremely uncomfortable in a suit
• the song should be extremely cheesy - a Ray Parker, Jr. rip-off is advised
• the owner's kids should be prominently featured "my daddy sells the best backed cars in America!"
• the owner's kids should be hideously ugly and for some reason, not camera-shy
• the commercial should be updated every 6 months, so that the 'rest of us' can see how much the kid has grown "oh wow - she finally has hair growing in the front" "aw...her lazy eye isn't googling anymore!" "when is that kid getting braces already??" "oh, there they are - dad must've sold another Mustang"
• a slogan should be chosen and then beat. to. death. "the second happiest place on earth*" will be slightly modified for the newly acquired Honda dealership "the other second happiest place on earth"
• a slow pan of the dealership grounds, complete with mist and fog effects is essential
• the owner's kids should be shown tackling the putt-putt course or soccer field, to show that kids are welcome here - sure! they'd love to hang out and play 3 holes of mini golf while you haggle over power windows!!

*the Happiest Place on Earth slogan belongs to Disneyland, so it's not uncommon for businesses around here to tweak it to fit their means : the happiest pancakes on earth, the friendliest place on earth, etc.

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Like I said, I am already cranky, but when it is assumed that you would like people like Avril Lavigne or Celine Dion because you like Black Flag, it makes me want to stab someone with a fork. In the eye. And then kick them in the shin.

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• I have added a Google search bar to this page [below the Archives on the left sidebar]
• I have updated the page with the "old" layout and it looks awful and I promise I am working on it
• I am trying to think of some good fund raising ideas for the West Memphis 3 - I am open to suggestions!
• I am preparing for Wizard Con Los Angeles (actually in Long Beach) - is anyone else going? Pllllleeeeeeease... somebody go to this thing, so I am not so lonely!
• I just added a Gravitar to my account, so if you have Haloscan you can see my rad picture. Rad.

Have a good weekend everyone. Hopefully something will happen to inspire me to write.

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Example : I pass by Steve and smile and say "good morning" and he returns the greeting.

Once I have passed him, how long do I hold the smile? And then when you release, are you supposed to slowly let it slip off your face or is it ok to end it abruptly? Do the rules change if you are really smiling - like at something funny/happy?

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Anyway, there was this huge white heart balloon that was floating there and I remarked how I liked the inflatable bow on it - why it caught my eye, I have no idea, but I liked it and he nodded in agreement.

Last night, when I got home, on the porch was a small vase with 3 roses and a gigantic balloon tied to it - the same one that I had seen in the morning. He said that he went with the intention of only buying the balloon (he already gave me another bouquet in the morning) but the guy wouldn't sell them separately. He said that he put on his best poker face and haggled with the man for 10 minutes and he wouldn't bend! It was flowers and balloon or nothing at all - so I got both. :)

Unfortunately, our cat Monkey hates balloons. It's something about the way they hover that freak him out. He stayed under the bed almost the whole night, only sneaking out to the hallway to peek into the living room once or twice, each time poofing up with fright and running back to the bedroom. Poor kid. So between fraidy cat Monkey and Ruckus wanting to eat the flowers, I decided the best place to take them would be to work - where they are on my desk. I posted pictures [you can see them in the left side bar gallery] so you can see how gigantic the balloon is and how lovely the flowers are and plus my kick-ass Pete Mel* poster, on which he instructs me to "K.I.T." and "stay cool".

*while googling for a website for Pete Mel, I came across this one, which is wildly hilarious

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I am not big on greeting card holidays, even though last year the Dear Husband pulled one out of left field to surprise me and I didn't complain or take anything back. He worked his butt off last night (as in from noon 'til 4am) so that we would have the whole evening tonight together to watch scary movies and eat chocolate fondue and practice making babies. But honestly, if he decided to work or go out with the boys or get piss-ass drunk and barf on the carpet I wouldn't complain.

Yesterday, he gave me a bigger Valentine than any envelope, box, or bag could ever hold. He held my hand at my aunt's memorial service. He handed me tissues, he stroked the back of my hand with his finger. He pet my hair and braced his arm around my shoulder. He reached across the seat, where my squirmy brother was sitting, to hold hands with my mom too. He hugged my aunts and cousins and the whole mish-mash of extended relatives that he'd never met. He held me tight all night, offered to cook dinner, ran off to the store to get me a Snapple when I made mention of peach iced tea. He tucked me into bed with a thorough shoulder massage and sent me off into a peaceful sleep. He gave me the gift of strength when I needed it most.

I hope that each and every one of you, my bloggy buddies, has a great night filled with love and strength and maybe a fistful of those little heart candies, because you KNOW you like them, even if this holiday is a commercial-craptastic nightmare.

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• the endless buckets of snot inside my head
• coughing uncontrollably
• sore throat
• inability to breathe
• inability to sleep
• the weary eyes from laying in bed for 3 days, reading books
• forcing yourself to watch the train wreck that is the Ashlee Simpson show, because she's giving "her side" of the SNL snafu
• then resigning to the fact that you are a big ass loser and watch Newlyweds too and sneer the whole time that she doesn't know the word pheasant and can't read his romantic anniversary card
• when the roofers show up unannounced and slam their ladder outside your window and leave you diving under the covers with your book to hide and squeal
• when people at work who have events that are more than a month away insist on emailing you a hundred times and call your cell phone to "get started" with the planning because they just CAN'T wait until tomorrow, when you might be able to breathe and form a coherent sentence

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We spent Friday night out at the BMX track, where little bro races. It was actually very fun, if not freezing. I took some pictures, but haven't uploaded them yet. We got home late and then had to get up early on Saturday to get the Dude to the karate dojo by 9am for his ass-kickin' lesson. After that, we headed off to Disneyland, where again it was very fun, but pretty cold. We came home around 11pm, because it was so cold and we had gone on the rides that we wanted to go on anyway and Dude insisted that we see Napoleon Dynamite - although we fell asleep about 20 minutes into it. Very funny, but I was already feeling bleh and after 10 hours on my feet in line for roller coasters, I was beat. Sunday I felt like someone ran me over with a truck and I barely dragged myself into the shower (which totally wiped out my energy) before we had to head back to the BMX track for the next Moto [p.s. I don't care about SuperBowl]. A couple of hours outdoors in the freezing cold and that sealed it -- I am now extremely sick.

I went to the doctor this morning and she gave me a buttload of antibiotics and so I am working from home today, in between naps and popsicles. Apparently, Styro is doing the same.

The upside is that I had a good inspiration for a story this weekend and didn't have any time to work on it and now I do.

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FYI peeps : Strategic Alignment = Layoffs

So by the end of the day, my goose was cooked and I just wanted to get home. I took a quick detour to the used bookstore and picked up a few** books that I have been wanting to get my hands on. I swung into Togo's to get some sammies and headed home against the crazy Santa Ana winds. If you have never experienced the Santa Ana winds, they are very strong and hot and DRY winds that sort of come and go. 1,000 miles an hour - and then nothing. They may last for an hour or a day or gust on/off for a week - who knows? So your hair is standing on end and full of static and your armpits are sweaty from the heat and your lips feel like they are going to crack right off your face because they are so dry and if you put on lip gloss then your hair sticks to them... it's a whole process, believe me.

I get home, we shovel in some turkey sandwiches and curl up on the couch and pop in the Curb Your Enthusiasm DVD set. Can I just say that I love that show? We are poor kids who can't afford HBO, but we got the DVD set for Christmas and watch it all the time. We also got the Seinfeld DVD set, and it's very interesting to watch them back to back and to be able to see Larry David 'speaking' in Seinfeld.

[soapbox]
Dear Yahoo,
I greatly appreciate that you give me a free email account, with which I can contact old friends and acquaintances. However, when I am waiting for a response from an old friend, I would sincerely appreciate if when I sign in and you announce "you have ONE NEW MESSAGE!" and I get a little excited that you do not deflate my pathetic little ego by having only a spam message about Yahoo! Personals in my mailbox.
Sincerely,
me
[/soapbox]

*I work for a very large Forbes 50 company that is in the technology sector, so we are under constant scrutiny by Wall Street
**I went to Amazon.com and searched by the word 'Tis as the title of the book that I purchased and disposable thong underwear was the second item that came up in the search. Ew! and Why?!

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