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September 30, 2006
September 25, 2006
an open apology to everyone
Dear Old Friendlies :
Friday night was rad. It was so AWESOME to see you again, what has it been? Did we ever decide? 6 years? 7? Too long, anyway. I am so happy for you - sounds like the job is cool and life is good. Your wife/girlfriend looks cuter than ever. I just wanted to put her in my pocket and take her home. Let's definitely plan to meet up again soon! I was just thinking about planning a trip to visit San Fran/Berkeley/Orange County/Your Mom's House and we should totally have dinner or something while I'm in town.
Which brings me to my apologies. Please check all that apply and print this letter for future reference.
I didn't mean to be a total lush, but the bar line was long, so Ryan ordered me 2 and then John ordered me 2, then Jason brought me... anyway, sorry.
Sorry for the obnoxious laugh (it's just how I sound!)
My apologies for the sloppy bar kisses
Sorry that I pointed you out to that guy from work that you didn't want to talk to
I shouldn't have let Random Drunk Guy start talking to you
Sorry for laughing at your haircut. I mean, c'mon. What's UP with that 'do??
Your face is nice, I only meant that I'm not used to seeing you without a beard, so it's different, not bad.
Sorry for making fun of your muscles - you look great. Just try working the lower body a little too
Anyway, I hope we can do it again sometime soon.
Big Hugs & Lots of Love,
Mighty Mia
September 19, 2006
Trevor Red
When I was in high school there was this handsome little boy with long red hair that I envied more than anything else. Most other girls coveted bigger boobs or 10 hole doc martens, but me... I just wanted that red hair. At the time, I didn't know him and instead just worshipped that hair from afar. I finally met him one night at the Firecracker Lounge which was this creepy tiny basement inside Cattleman's Wharf in Anaheim that the kids from No Doubt used to book shows for. I think we went to see the Goodwin Club or something and I was sitting on the bar in my classic blue corduroy pants (the kind that you wore until they fell apart because they were your favorite) and here comes that boy with the red hair and he saddled up next to me, stroked my knee and said "nice pants." The best part was that it wasn't a cheesy come-on, but the innocent sweetness of the kind of boy that you want to just squeeze until his guts pop out. I think he actually, truthfully, respected the pants (they really were cool, one of the best thrift store finds ever). In fact, that night he introduced me to his friend that he went to the show with, this guy named Ryan something-or-other that I ended up marrying (fancy that!).
Trevor Red has always been my definition of the world's greatest color. It pains me to no end that my mixes of dyes and potions can't hold a candle to what naturally came out of his scalp. I still pine for that color, despite how funky my hair color turns out. I always meant for it to be Trevor Red.
Trevor is the coolest guy and not just for his hair. He is super smart and witty and funny and... well, anyway, I totally loved hanging out with the guy. It was so sad when he moved up to Berkeley to pursue becoming an adult because I totally lost track of him. Haven't heard that voice in years - and now, through the power of MySpace, Ryan & I have a date for Friday night with Mr. and Mrs. Trevor. I can't wait.
Just so that he remembers what I look like, here is a cheesetastic group foto of us circa 1995. double cheesetastic points for having the family portrait of Trevor & his sister on the mantel. Also, Ryan is not in this picture. He may have taken it, actually.
September 18, 2006
Yarrrrr!
Don't be forgetting Talk Like a Pirate Day! Post your pictures and enjoy some grog, mateys.
September 14, 2006
only 47 days left
Have you started construction on YOUR Halloween costume yet? We're running out of time here, people!
Last year, you may recall that Ryan was Dog The Bounty Hunter and I was his...er... busty wife, Beth. That was fun. Especially since everyone kept coming up to us saying "Oh my god, I totally watch your show."
This year, I think we're going TV-centric again. We're thinking about being Tobias and Lindsay from Arrested Development (see below). Unless we blatantly rip off Caitlin & Allen's costumes from last year, which were too cool for words (and double points for creativity). You have to love any costume that prompts the IM conversation "do you want me to mail you the axe?" If not Tobias & Lindsay, we may rip off MadTV and be Miss Swan and Stewart. That is, unless, YOU have a better idea, Internet!
September 12, 2006
Latest in the series of Crazy Things Happening
On Friday, we had our Annual Department Offsite Teambuilding and Fun Time Event which is usually kind of dreaded because it's a teambuilding thing, which means that you're surgically separated from your clique of friends and forced to interact with people from the Other Side of the department that you don't know and who dress too hip and smell funky. So most people just kind of wrinkle their nose at the idea. On the other hand, you get out of the office for a while and are generally allowed to leave for the day afterward, which means you're let loose about an hour early, which is kind of ok. So it's almost time to leave and I'm packing up my stuff and my New New Boss pulls me aside because she needs to "talk to me"... oh-kay... so she pulls me into a conference room to tell me that... (of course, I'm thinking pink slip here) I'm getting a promotion and a raise. Wuh?
She said that she wanted to tell me before we went mini golfing so that I could have an extra surprise. Added bonus that it was also my birthday weekend. Woot!
I was stunned. Appreciative, but baffled. Basically I have been in this job for 9 months and for the past 6, I have been doing literally* the work of 4 or 5 people with little/no direction and have been working my ASS off, and doing a pretty good job at it. But at the same time, I keep getting hints that these other jobs are open around the company if I am interested in moving up... so I thought for sure that the Big Bosses preferred to see me move departments to move up, but instead they actually created a new title and position for me. It sounds really super ultra lame when it's spelled out, but if you've ever worked for a Big Corporation then you know that these things don't come easy. I am stunned. Simply flabbergasted.
*I swear this isn't bragging - if you want to hear bragging, ask me about how many tricks Ruckus can do or to recite the cranial nerves IN ORDER
September 8, 2006
Hickadoola
Do you like* :
being at the beach
with friends
sitting around a fire
snuggled under a blanket
making s'mores
with Caramellos instead of plain chocolate
drinking pirated beer
while singing
maybe even a Bob Marley tune
and celebrating the end of summer
If you answered YES to any of the questions above, then you need to join us next Saturday at Hungtington Beach for the end of the summer blow-out sale bonfire! Everyone is going to be there - you don't want to be left out DO YOU?? If you happen to live out of state or even in Canada, call me on Monday and let's book you some flights, because c'mon... it's the BEACH people. You don't want to miss it!
*use the handy check boxes to record your favorites
**also, if anyone gets the post title reference, I will send you a fabulous prize***!!
***fabulousness of prize not guaranteed.
September 7, 2006
Good Omen, indeed
Miss Bliss recommended a Neil Gaiman novel for me, Good Omens, which is TOTALLY FREAKING COOL. I have only read to Wednesday (which is like 70 pages in or something) and I am in love with this book. I stayed up way too late last night to read. How can a book about the Apocalypse possibly be THIS hilarious? Because it's Neil Gaiman, that's why.
And I was totally prepped for it, coming down directly off my Douglas Adams Hitchhiker kick (plus more than a little Christopher Moore thrown in there for good measure). Plus, all the painkillers REALLY help.
September 6, 2006
Tooth or Dare
It was the best of times, it was the - oh hell no. It was the WORST of times. Bleh. Yesterday was my Come To Jesus meeting with the dentist and my shattered tooth and it didn't end well. I won't bore/scare you to death with the full story, but needless to say I ended up on the couch with an ice pack, full strength pain killers, and Arrested Development Season 3. At least there was a bright spot (AD3).
My pain is more or less under control right now, although I am still on the Yogurt and/or Ice Cream diet until Friday, so I am basically hungry and sick of yogurt. And ice cream. See what they do to you? They make you HATE ice cream. Bastards. I should have thought ahead and had a big lunch yesterday - maybe a big breakfast too - but no, I am an idiot and now I can't have solid food again until almost the weekend. MY BIRTHDAY WEEKEND, NO LESS. But oh well. At least I've got my kicky new camera to document all the food that everyone else is eating so when I can chew again, I will remember what I wanted in the first place. Although, in all honesty, what sounds best is a piece of toast. I think I have lost my marbles permanently.