Holy shizz. How is it December first? I mean, seriously. How? HOW!
Christmas is coming up fast. Number of presents bought? Um, none. Weeeellll. There's halvsie ones but yeah. Last year I got all my presents done in an hour at Target. Classy I know. I have a feeling that might be the same route again this year.
OhMiGosh! Ileaveforthejobfairinafewshortdayssssssss!
Can you tell I'm excited? I'm super excited. I want nothing more then to land a job even if it ends up being the backwoods of some God forsaken state. I went shopping for some more grown-up clothes and damn. Do I look good it what I bought let me tell you. But I might be an impartial judge. Downside? The two skirts go over my bellybutton. Yuuuuck. But I can work it.
On another note...sometimes I really want to punch the people who get $100 cash back on debit in the neck. I'm sorry. We aren't a bank. Sure it isn't bitching as the day goes on but more often than not, it's a bit of pain. More now then ever since it seems eeevvveryone gets cash that way. When people give me the look like "really? You're giving me fives and tens?" is when I want to initiate the punch-in-the-neck sequence. It's money numbnuts. Take it.
Whatever happened to people going to banks? Everyone does direct deposits, online banking and crap. Hell, freaking ATM's are almost becoming obsolete. Everyone does the cash back. I wish when I didn't have the money I could tell people that nope sorry. Can't get your money. Go the the ATM or better yet the bank. I'll admit, I get cash back on debit once in a while but the vast majority of the time I get my cash when I take my check to the teller personally (I don't do drive-up) and cash it.
End Rant.
Ok. On that delightful note have a good night.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Here's what I'm gonna do...
Ever since Tim Lincecum won the Cy Young again on this week, I have become obsessed with his hair. And with just cause! It is ridiculous! Look, if a dude wants long hair then whatever. So be it. But with the conditions of you have got to make it look good. And he doesn't! It isn't horrible, it could be worse. It looks like the boy is using conditioner but it still is...ugh.
Here, look for yourself so you can see what I'm talking about.
Ok good. Now we've all got the visual. I think maybe he needs to run a comb through it a little more, add some shape or volume to it. Some layers. Something. He could make that work better. Also perhaps shearing off two or three inches would do wonders as well.
Anyway. So what's the point? The point is I've come up with all sorts of things I'd like to do to it. In no particular order here is my list.
Things I want to Do to Tim Lincecum's Hair
-Braid it.
-Comb it.
-Pull it.
-Cut it while he sleeps. (Difficultly level on this one is high)
-Color it. I'm thinking some ballsy highlights like bright red.
-Put it up in a bun with chopsticks.
-Brush it over his face and make him walk around like Cousin It.
-Put pigtails in it like Abby from NCIS.
-Shave it all off and give it to Locks of Love.
-Curl it. Or maybe do a perm.
-Search it for split ends like I do to my own hair when I'm bored and then break them off.
-Blow dry it.
-Make it into a mullet.
...I never said the list was gonna be normal.
And I also got to thinking what he could do now since he grew it out. Like he'd be the perfect young Snape for the Harry Potter movies! Who cares if they already got one? If they make a movie of his life, Joesph Gordon-Levitt could grow his hair back out like from the Third Rock days and play him!
Yeah that was weird. I know.
Here, look for yourself so you can see what I'm talking about.
Ok good. Now we've all got the visual. I think maybe he needs to run a comb through it a little more, add some shape or volume to it. Some layers. Something. He could make that work better. Also perhaps shearing off two or three inches would do wonders as well.
Anyway. So what's the point? The point is I've come up with all sorts of things I'd like to do to it. In no particular order here is my list.
Things I want to Do to Tim Lincecum's Hair
-Braid it.
-Comb it.
-Pull it.
-Cut it while he sleeps. (Difficultly level on this one is high)
-Color it. I'm thinking some ballsy highlights like bright red.
-Put it up in a bun with chopsticks.
-Brush it over his face and make him walk around like Cousin It.
-Put pigtails in it like Abby from NCIS.
-Shave it all off and give it to Locks of Love.
-Curl it. Or maybe do a perm.
-Search it for split ends like I do to my own hair when I'm bored and then break them off.
-Blow dry it.
-Make it into a mullet.
...I never said the list was gonna be normal.
And I also got to thinking what he could do now since he grew it out. Like he'd be the perfect young Snape for the Harry Potter movies! Who cares if they already got one? If they make a movie of his life, Joesph Gordon-Levitt could grow his hair back out like from the Third Rock days and play him!
Yeah that was weird. I know.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
PSA II
And now it's time for my second PSA. You know, my first one was about the importance of talking to your kids about cooties.
This second one is geared towards the older generation. I like to call it how to explain the internet to someone born during or before the Great Depression. ...Ok so it needs a better title.
I came up with my little PSA a while ago when discussing the internet with my sister and my grandma's complete lack of comprehension of it. She has a problem understanding that you can check your email on more then one computer. And this is what I came up with.
Think of the internet as a mall. Like a mall, the internet offers you variety that you can't find elsewhere. It has everything that you could possibly want.
Now, think of the computer as the entrances to the mall. You can access all of what the mall/internet has to offer regardless if you use the food court entrance or the Sears one.
And yes. My analogy did work. I think she now knows that if she checks her email on one computer and then wants to look at the same email on another, it will still be there.
And yes. I have too much time on my hands.
This second one is geared towards the older generation. I like to call it how to explain the internet to someone born during or before the Great Depression. ...Ok so it needs a better title.
I came up with my little PSA a while ago when discussing the internet with my sister and my grandma's complete lack of comprehension of it. She has a problem understanding that you can check your email on more then one computer. And this is what I came up with.
Think of the internet as a mall. Like a mall, the internet offers you variety that you can't find elsewhere. It has everything that you could possibly want.
Now, think of the computer as the entrances to the mall. You can access all of what the mall/internet has to offer regardless if you use the food court entrance or the Sears one.
And yes. My analogy did work. I think she now knows that if she checks her email on one computer and then wants to look at the same email on another, it will still be there.
And yes. I have too much time on my hands.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Taking a Stand
I've decided.
When I work next I will ask where all the Hanukkah decorations are.
I mean sure I'm not Jewish but somebody has got to look out for them! Haven't they been persecuted enough? Now they have to go to the store and see Christmas decorations all over? I saw we slap a few Star of David's on up and a couple of Menorahs. Bring a little eight crazy nights into our Christian world!
I should say something. But then they'd ask if I were Jewish and that could be awkward. "Nooo, no I'm not but, uh, I don't mind the Jews." and then I'll turn it on them like this "...unlike here which appears to be very Anti-Semitic! Have you no shame?!"
Ok so that might be a little much.
But I might say something about the decorations. Why haven't I in the past? Well, I don't know. Probably because in the past they haven't decorated with stockings.
And here's another random thing...
I was at Target the other day and was in the baby toy aisle. I was playing with all the toys because why not and I got to thinking, why can't they make toys for people my age that are both fun and educational?
Sure we have the internet and our computers but that is so not the same as a blender that sings and teaches you shapes, fruits and colors. (Yeah, I bought that for my niece for Christmas...she's gotta learn how to make the margs sooner then later) Why can't they make some sweet toy that instead of teaching me what a square is, it could have taught me the elements of libel? Or under what situations can a public meeting go into closed session? That would have made learning that crap so much easier. Especially if it has some badass song that would get stuck in my head. As it is right now whenever little Miss Thang is up and playing with her toys I end up with the songs stuck in my head for a week. Imagin what that could have done to my GPA! I could graduated Summa Cum Laude instead of Cum Laude. (Which I'm still bitter about. I looking at you Kates. YOU should have rounded up my 89.6 to a 90 and I would have graduated Magna!) Anyway. I should find a way to harness the amazingness of baby toys into a more suitable, college aged toy. Instead of songs all to bingo or Old MacDonald, I could do contemporary songs! Though falling back on the goodies would probably make retention easier...
Oh the possibilites!
When I work next I will ask where all the Hanukkah decorations are.
I mean sure I'm not Jewish but somebody has got to look out for them! Haven't they been persecuted enough? Now they have to go to the store and see Christmas decorations all over? I saw we slap a few Star of David's on up and a couple of Menorahs. Bring a little eight crazy nights into our Christian world!
I should say something. But then they'd ask if I were Jewish and that could be awkward. "Nooo, no I'm not but, uh, I don't mind the Jews." and then I'll turn it on them like this "...unlike here which appears to be very Anti-Semitic! Have you no shame?!"
Ok so that might be a little much.
But I might say something about the decorations. Why haven't I in the past? Well, I don't know. Probably because in the past they haven't decorated with stockings.
And here's another random thing...
I was at Target the other day and was in the baby toy aisle. I was playing with all the toys because why not and I got to thinking, why can't they make toys for people my age that are both fun and educational?
Sure we have the internet and our computers but that is so not the same as a blender that sings and teaches you shapes, fruits and colors. (Yeah, I bought that for my niece for Christmas...she's gotta learn how to make the margs sooner then later) Why can't they make some sweet toy that instead of teaching me what a square is, it could have taught me the elements of libel? Or under what situations can a public meeting go into closed session? That would have made learning that crap so much easier. Especially if it has some badass song that would get stuck in my head. As it is right now whenever little Miss Thang is up and playing with her toys I end up with the songs stuck in my head for a week. Imagin what that could have done to my GPA! I could graduated Summa Cum Laude instead of Cum Laude. (Which I'm still bitter about. I looking at you Kates. YOU should have rounded up my 89.6 to a 90 and I would have graduated Magna!) Anyway. I should find a way to harness the amazingness of baby toys into a more suitable, college aged toy. Instead of songs all to bingo or Old MacDonald, I could do contemporary songs! Though falling back on the goodies would probably make retention easier...
Oh the possibilites!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
That's kind of personal....
Check out this headline from one of the newspapers in the area:
Seriously. I burst out laughing when I read that. And then I showed it to a few other people and they had the same reaction.
Seriously. I burst out laughing when I read that. And then I showed it to a few other people and they had the same reaction.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Motoring! What's your price for flight?
Look at little Miss Thang growing up!
No longer army crawling all over the place and able to pull herself up. My my is my little puddin' growing up so fast!
No longer army crawling all over the place and able to pull herself up. My my is my little puddin' growing up so fast!
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