Grand Gestures . . . Women want them and men don't give them . . .well I guess they do in the movies, but that doesn't count.
So why do we (women) keep thinking they will happen? Lets face it, women are crazy and often think things that happen in movies will happen in real life. But don't men watch these movies too? Don't they understand that's what women want even if they say otherwise. Sometimes we tell them to leave us the hell alone . . . and yeah, sometimes we mean it. But sometimes all we want is that grand gesture just to make sure they are the right one. Perhaps it only happens when it's truly meant to be, and maybe I'm the only one it hasn't happened to yet. (if that's true, I'm even more pissed)
The point is, we like them, and sometimes guys, you should take a risk and go for it . . . even if you're not sure, because maybe that's all they really wanted in the first place, just to make sure you're worth it. Anyway, I just watched some girl movie so thats where all this is coming from.
I think a certain ex-roomate of mine would strongly agree, and that's all that really matters.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Steve Carell
I was watching this show on E! called "The Red Carpet" and they were on the red carpet for "Get Smart", the new Steve Carell movie.
This got me to thinking. The only way I am ever going to meet Steve Carell is by becoming famous. Sure, I could stalk him and perhaps pretend to run into him casually . . . but all that would get me is an autograph. If I ever want to have a real conversation with him, I MUST become famous.
It's just not fair. Professional Bowlers never really become famous, and I bet Steve Carell isn't wondering who the next Chris Barnes is going to be. This means I need to find another way to get that fame!
I just need to think about all of my talents . . . incredibly hillarious .. . the ability to cut my own hair . . . straw whistling . . . watching tv for hours on end . . .making dinosaurs out of clay . . . making plain t-shirts into t-shirts with dinosaurs on them. . . Wow, and the list goes on. Now all I need is for someone important to recognize these talents, give me a reality tv show, make the world fall in love with me (which, who are we kidding, wouldn't be hard), and finally have Steve Carell become one of MY fans!
Once all of those things happens, his people will be contacting my people and before you know it we'll be best buds.
This got me to thinking. The only way I am ever going to meet Steve Carell is by becoming famous. Sure, I could stalk him and perhaps pretend to run into him casually . . . but all that would get me is an autograph. If I ever want to have a real conversation with him, I MUST become famous.
It's just not fair. Professional Bowlers never really become famous, and I bet Steve Carell isn't wondering who the next Chris Barnes is going to be. This means I need to find another way to get that fame!
I just need to think about all of my talents . . . incredibly hillarious .. . the ability to cut my own hair . . . straw whistling . . . watching tv for hours on end . . .making dinosaurs out of clay . . . making plain t-shirts into t-shirts with dinosaurs on them. . . Wow, and the list goes on. Now all I need is for someone important to recognize these talents, give me a reality tv show, make the world fall in love with me (which, who are we kidding, wouldn't be hard), and finally have Steve Carell become one of MY fans!
Once all of those things happens, his people will be contacting my people and before you know it we'll be best buds.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Prayers Please
Here's the deal. My sister has 2 cats. Well, the other day one of them ate 50 feet of that string you sew with (what's that stuff called mom?) I know I said 4 on my twitter, but apparently it was more like 50.
She was puking yesterday morning so my sister decided to take her to the vet. They took X-Rays, and found the string in her stomach, with a high possibility that it will end up around her intestines. Then my sister took her to a cat surgeon where they quoted her an astronomical price. So now we are waiting.
My sister is watching her carefully, but here's the problem . . . they said to be worried if she's lethargic, continually puking, and not eating . . . BUT THAT'S HOW SHE ALWAYS IS . . . so we don't know what to think. Anyway, please pray for her or donate money for her surgery.
Make checks payable to CASH.
She was puking yesterday morning so my sister decided to take her to the vet. They took X-Rays, and found the string in her stomach, with a high possibility that it will end up around her intestines. Then my sister took her to a cat surgeon where they quoted her an astronomical price. So now we are waiting.
My sister is watching her carefully, but here's the problem . . . they said to be worried if she's lethargic, continually puking, and not eating . . . BUT THAT'S HOW SHE ALWAYS IS . . . so we don't know what to think. Anyway, please pray for her or donate money for her surgery.
Make checks payable to CASH.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Last Nights Basketball Game . . .
. . . WAS PATHETIC! I don't normally watch sports, but I also never really knew when they were going on . . . at least not since the last time me and my brother lived under the same roof. However, I work at a Sports Bar now, so it's kind of hard to stay oblivious.
I watched the game on Sunday night after reading Shucknjives blog, and I really wanted them to come back . . . partly for shucknjives sake, but also because the more sporting events going on, the more business there is for me. Needless to say I was pleased with Sunday nights game . . .
. . . Then I watched last night, and have never been more ashamed to be from the L.A. area. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!? HOW DO YOU LOSE BY 30 POINTS (give or take a few . . . I don't remember the exact score, and it's probably better that way). It was pathetic. These teams are suppose to be the best of the best, but last night it seemed like the best was playing the worst. The Lakers played like a soccer team I used to be on called the Pirahna's. Like the Laker's, the Pirahna'a had purple uniforms, and only a few good players who were not effective because the rest of the team sucked.
Okay, okay, so I don't know a lot about basketball, or how good their players are, but I just wanted to mention my old soccer team The Pirahna's . . . who by the way were more like Goldfish, in that, they looked healthy, but died quickly. We never even scored 1 goal the entire season!
Well, that's all for now. Your turn Shucknjive!
I watched the game on Sunday night after reading Shucknjives blog, and I really wanted them to come back . . . partly for shucknjives sake, but also because the more sporting events going on, the more business there is for me. Needless to say I was pleased with Sunday nights game . . .
. . . Then I watched last night, and have never been more ashamed to be from the L.A. area. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!? HOW DO YOU LOSE BY 30 POINTS (give or take a few . . . I don't remember the exact score, and it's probably better that way). It was pathetic. These teams are suppose to be the best of the best, but last night it seemed like the best was playing the worst. The Lakers played like a soccer team I used to be on called the Pirahna's. Like the Laker's, the Pirahna'a had purple uniforms, and only a few good players who were not effective because the rest of the team sucked.
Okay, okay, so I don't know a lot about basketball, or how good their players are, but I just wanted to mention my old soccer team The Pirahna's . . . who by the way were more like Goldfish, in that, they looked healthy, but died quickly. We never even scored 1 goal the entire season!
Well, that's all for now. Your turn Shucknjive!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Ode to our Father
This is a poem to our Father, written by his two youngest daughters :
Our dad is one hell of a unique guy,
For this we can tell you many reasons why . . .
If you were to sit and pick his brain,
Be prepared to hear a lot about the metrolink train.
You will also get to hear,
about his love for Becks Beer,
and his trips to Germany almost every other year.
Now let us take you back to earlier days,
when "cats is cats" became his favorite phrase . . .
when he told us he voted for Donald Duck,
and The Carl's famous star burger was only a buck.
When he truly believed the tv turned your brain to mush,
and we went on magical mystery tours to see "snow" that was more like slush. . .
When "Guess the Composer" was the game before dinner,
so we'd yell "Beethoven . . . BACH . . . NO MOZART!" until someone was the winner.
Back when he taught our Sunday school classes
where he spread the word about Martin Luther to the 12 year old masses.
Yes, these are some things that make him OUR dad,
Yes, because of this man, wonderful times were definitely had!
Our dad is one hell of a unique guy,
For this we can tell you many reasons why . . .
If you were to sit and pick his brain,
Be prepared to hear a lot about the metrolink train.
You will also get to hear,
about his love for Becks Beer,
and his trips to Germany almost every other year.
Now let us take you back to earlier days,
when "cats is cats" became his favorite phrase . . .
when he told us he voted for Donald Duck,
and The Carl's famous star burger was only a buck.
When he truly believed the tv turned your brain to mush,
and we went on magical mystery tours to see "snow" that was more like slush. . .
When "Guess the Composer" was the game before dinner,
so we'd yell "Beethoven . . . BACH . . . NO MOZART!" until someone was the winner.
Back when he taught our Sunday school classes
where he spread the word about Martin Luther to the 12 year old masses.
Yes, these are some things that make him OUR dad,
Yes, because of this man, wonderful times were definitely had!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Teenagers
Today at work, I had a small party of teenagers. They were probably about 16 years old . . . 17 tops. At first there were going to be 11 of them, then it was just 4, but eventually it was 7. However, three of them didn't order anything.
They all ordered waters to drink, an appetizer . . . and four entrees. I didn't really pay as much attention to them as my other tables because something told me they weren't going to leave me much for a tip. Maybe that was wrong of me, but I couldn't help it.
While they were eating I overheard one of their conversations. They were trying to figure out if Bulimia or Anorexia was better. In the end, I think they came to the conclusion that Bulimia was the way to go because you still got to eat food. . . they seemed very intelligent.
When the bill was given to them the total was $51.42. They had some problems with this. They had ordered a quessadilla, but apparently I charged them for the wrong one. When the change was made the new total was a WHOLE dollar cheaper at $50.42. They continued to analyze the bill to make sure I hadn't over charged them for anything else. Then a girl asked me if she still had to pay for the chicken in the Chinese Chicken Salad she had ordered even though she ordered it without chicken. I said yes . . . and maybe I was a bit rude about it, but I couldn't help it . . . it was a stupid question. Everyone know's that restaurant menu items can only go up in price, not down. I don't make the rules, I just follow them.
Finally they gave me 60 dollars and waited for their change. I gave it to them, said Thank you and walked away thinking "there's no way they are going to leave me anything".
To my surprise they did leave me a tip! It was a WHOLE dime! I don't know what to spend it on, perhaps half a piece of gum, or maybe I will make a wish in some nearby fountain. All I know is that somehow teenagers are oblivious to the fact that tipping a server in a restaurant is normal. I might not have tipped well when I was younger, but I knew about it. Who knows, maybe it was my fault.
Oh, and just to be clear, their waters were always full, I checked on them at least twice, and except for the Chinese Chicken salad question I was extremely polite. I even kept my mouth shut about how dangerous eating disorders are . . . but, oh well.
They all ordered waters to drink, an appetizer . . . and four entrees. I didn't really pay as much attention to them as my other tables because something told me they weren't going to leave me much for a tip. Maybe that was wrong of me, but I couldn't help it.
While they were eating I overheard one of their conversations. They were trying to figure out if Bulimia or Anorexia was better. In the end, I think they came to the conclusion that Bulimia was the way to go because you still got to eat food. . . they seemed very intelligent.
When the bill was given to them the total was $51.42. They had some problems with this. They had ordered a quessadilla, but apparently I charged them for the wrong one. When the change was made the new total was a WHOLE dollar cheaper at $50.42. They continued to analyze the bill to make sure I hadn't over charged them for anything else. Then a girl asked me if she still had to pay for the chicken in the Chinese Chicken Salad she had ordered even though she ordered it without chicken. I said yes . . . and maybe I was a bit rude about it, but I couldn't help it . . . it was a stupid question. Everyone know's that restaurant menu items can only go up in price, not down. I don't make the rules, I just follow them.
Finally they gave me 60 dollars and waited for their change. I gave it to them, said Thank you and walked away thinking "there's no way they are going to leave me anything".
To my surprise they did leave me a tip! It was a WHOLE dime! I don't know what to spend it on, perhaps half a piece of gum, or maybe I will make a wish in some nearby fountain. All I know is that somehow teenagers are oblivious to the fact that tipping a server in a restaurant is normal. I might not have tipped well when I was younger, but I knew about it. Who knows, maybe it was my fault.
Oh, and just to be clear, their waters were always full, I checked on them at least twice, and except for the Chinese Chicken salad question I was extremely polite. I even kept my mouth shut about how dangerous eating disorders are . . . but, oh well.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Random
Wow. On May 30th I had a post titled Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, that was eight days ago, and in that time 100 more people have looked at my blog. It's not a thousand, but its something.
It's summer now and the job hunt continues. Who knew leaving the life of a student and entering the life of a mature adult with a career would be so difficult. I'm trying to find a job in Human Resources, and it's not easy when you have no experience. I sure wish something would just fall into my lap already.
I would really like to move away from the San Diego area. I'm over this entire area, and ready to move on. Besides it's always easier to run away from your problems rather than face them head on. When I first came to San Diego, I loved it. Now it just reminds me of more bad experiences than good.
Gas prices are at an all time high of about $4.49 a gallon and the popularity of the Vespa scooter is rising. I just wanted to make sure that everyone knows I have always wanted one, but now they are too trendy...that and I don't want Helmet hair all the time.
If any of you read shucknjives blog, I'm sure you are wondering if there will ever be a new post again. I am also one of those people. It's not looking good. If shucknjive is reading this, POST SOMETHING! I know you've been sick, but you must be better by now.
Okay, thats all...I know all of this is random, but I'd hate to turn into Ms. Once a year post like somebody I know. Also, I'm about to read the book "Running With Scissors" so without giving anything away tell me what you've heard...or, if you've read it, what you think.
It's summer now and the job hunt continues. Who knew leaving the life of a student and entering the life of a mature adult with a career would be so difficult. I'm trying to find a job in Human Resources, and it's not easy when you have no experience. I sure wish something would just fall into my lap already.
I would really like to move away from the San Diego area. I'm over this entire area, and ready to move on. Besides it's always easier to run away from your problems rather than face them head on. When I first came to San Diego, I loved it. Now it just reminds me of more bad experiences than good.
Gas prices are at an all time high of about $4.49 a gallon and the popularity of the Vespa scooter is rising. I just wanted to make sure that everyone knows I have always wanted one, but now they are too trendy...that and I don't want Helmet hair all the time.
If any of you read shucknjives blog, I'm sure you are wondering if there will ever be a new post again. I am also one of those people. It's not looking good. If shucknjive is reading this, POST SOMETHING! I know you've been sick, but you must be better by now.
Okay, thats all...I know all of this is random, but I'd hate to turn into Ms. Once a year post like somebody I know. Also, I'm about to read the book "Running With Scissors" so without giving anything away tell me what you've heard...or, if you've read it, what you think.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Insomnia
Well, it's 1 a.m. right now, and I can't ...or rather, I don't feel like sleeping.
It's weird how sometimes you'll be thinking about something and be completely fine, but then, what you were thinking about leads to other things and before you know it you feel like crap. Don't get me wrong, I'm not depressed or anything, just having a moment.
Sometimes I'll be thinking about something or somebody and I'll get so angry and I can't stop it. Like anger ever solves anything anyway right?
Last fall I took a class called "Death and Bereavement Psychology" and one of the lectures I actually remember was about how when you feel sad about something, you shouldn't try and block it or you'll never get over it. You'll think you have and then one day BAM ...there it is again, and you're back to square one.
There's a certain person I wish I had never met, and I really mean that (in case you are wondering it's not a certain ex-boyfriend you might all be thinking of). Sometimes you meet people and they turn out to be a jerk, but you learn something from it and you realize why you had to go through that. I feel like this isn't one of those people, just a jerk that I wish I had never been nice to.
Anyway, I suppose that's all I really want to say tonight...sorry this post was kind of sappy...who knows if I can type sappy, maybe one day I'll actually be able to show my emotions in person. I guess only time will tell.
Oh, and one more thing...if the aformentioned "jerk" is reading this...it's a free country and I'll type what I want. Deal with it!
It's weird how sometimes you'll be thinking about something and be completely fine, but then, what you were thinking about leads to other things and before you know it you feel like crap. Don't get me wrong, I'm not depressed or anything, just having a moment.
Sometimes I'll be thinking about something or somebody and I'll get so angry and I can't stop it. Like anger ever solves anything anyway right?
Last fall I took a class called "Death and Bereavement Psychology" and one of the lectures I actually remember was about how when you feel sad about something, you shouldn't try and block it or you'll never get over it. You'll think you have and then one day BAM ...there it is again, and you're back to square one.
There's a certain person I wish I had never met, and I really mean that (in case you are wondering it's not a certain ex-boyfriend you might all be thinking of). Sometimes you meet people and they turn out to be a jerk, but you learn something from it and you realize why you had to go through that. I feel like this isn't one of those people, just a jerk that I wish I had never been nice to.
Anyway, I suppose that's all I really want to say tonight...sorry this post was kind of sappy...who knows if I can type sappy, maybe one day I'll actually be able to show my emotions in person. I guess only time will tell.
Oh, and one more thing...if the aformentioned "jerk" is reading this...it's a free country and I'll type what I want. Deal with it!
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