September 30, 2004

Pack your bags!!

Jesse... after the holidays, it's all yours. Details, well, they'll get worked out later.

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Really?

And that's why it's called a 'doggie bag'.

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Sabotage!

I went outside this morning to go to work. I climbed in the car and turned the key. Chug, chug, chug... no spark! No kick! No get up and go! AHHHHHH!!!! This really did not make my day. Week, month or year either. Brother let me drive his truck. It’s like a mini red tank. And it’s a stick. Yes, I made it to work alive. Everyone got paid. Brother ended up fixing my car. Would you believe the fuse for the fuel pump had blown? Imagine if I had towed the car to the shop... at a rate of $75 an hour and a million and two things replaced... just for a blown fuse. He also replaced my spark plugs while under the hood. Sweet. I’ve asked for a bill. Heck the money alone saved was worth it. And he delivered my car to me at work. Find a repair shop that would do that!

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September 29, 2004

Real Estate Rocks!

Class dismissed an hour early. I go sleepy on time tonight. Life is awesome!

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Do you find it creepy?

The commerical for BK "Wake up with the King"... the guy wakes up with the BK king guy in bed. The king guy is a creepy paper mache head with a creepy smile and raised eye brows. Am I the only one that finds the entire thing creepy?

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Cancelled. Or how I find myself in the caf at 8am

So last night I stayed awake during the night class. Miracle of Dunkachino magic. I was pretty punchy by the end and didn't absorb a single thing, but I had my eyes open. Home and Diez still hadn't eaten. (opps, that reminds me I didn't give him a morning piggy ear.) Diez doesn't like to go out in the rain, so to keep from having to go out, he just doesn't eat. Don't cry for him. I crashed out by 10:30p and Diez slept in the livingroom all night. This morning I hit the snooze button. The snooze button is evil. I could hear it raining out so I knew our morning walk was canceled. The three extra minutes of snooze time feels closer to Chinese water torture. I was able to roll right from bed into breakfast mode. Poor Diez hid out in bed, and I don't blame him. After my shower I noticed a bump in my arm pit. Hmmm, I thought, that looks like an ingrown hair. Of course the evil doer in me decided to scratch at my skin until a little hair popped out. I pulled it with tweezers, and figured that was the end of it. I looked again, and it was still pretty bumpy and under the skin I could see another f*cking ingrown hair! Damn, they always seem to be in pairs. I scratched some more, eventually ended up with blood and skin under my fingernail. I could still see the hair, now surrounded by blood, under a layer of skin. I was now on a mission. No ingrown hair was going to mock me! I pulled out the big guns, or at least the only sharp object I could put my hands on while standing nude in the bathroom at 6:30a... a 'safety' pin. I used the sharp pointy end to pull the ingrown hair out. While still rooted somewhere deep down, I was shocked to see the darn thing was two inches long. eck gawds! How the heck does something so big fit in there? I used the tweezers again and destroyed it! Mock me no more, you despicable ingrown hair! I think not walking this morning was actually good. My morning wasn't so rushed, and I was feeling good when I headed out the door at 7:15a. And I was two hairs shorter. Did I mention it was still raining out? The roads are pretty well flooded, and when combined with poor drainage, proved to be a boat trip to school versus a drive. For some reason, the wind is much gustier at school then it was at home, so of course I sit in my car for a few minutes, plotting my extraction. I maneuver the umbrella in the back seat for easy grab position. I adjust the book back so the strap is free and clear of all obstructions. I move any loose articles away from the doors. Then I jump! I open my door and close it while simultaneously opening the rear drivers door to grab my umbrella. It one of the few awesome things the ex left behind. The umbrella is a Gustbuster and has never flipped inside out. Once I'm under my umbrella I let my breath out. I had held it, I'm not sure why. I moved around to the front passenger door where I pick up my book bag and pocketbook. I am now safely nestled under my umbrella with all my possessions. I meander across the parking lot and up the stairs to school. Inside the doorway of the building I do my best to shake the excess rain off my 'brella. In the classroom I lay it out on the floor, knowing full well that any moisture on the floor is going to reveal the layer of dirt that is permanently present. I settle into my chair and take out my book. I'm rushing to get my homework answered, which was some multiple guesses. There were about four or five people sitting in the room when a school employee came by and tacks a note on the door, the instructor was out sick. I could have slept in! I could have stayed home! Oh well. To the caf and an early hazelnut cappuccino. I actually started writing this blog entry. Jesse stopped by at around 9a to bitch about the weather and life in general. It was awesome. She wants to live with me after my brother departs stage south. It could be interesting, but what would happen to my afternoon naps on the couch? (Does anyone else notice I can't keep my tense straight when I write?)

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Cancelled. Or how I find myself in the caf at 8am

So last night I stayed awake during the night class. Miracle of Dunkachino magic. I was pretty punchy by the end and didn't absorb a single thing, but I had my eyes open. Home and Diez still hadn't eaten. (opps, that reminds me I didn't give him a morning piggy ear.) Diez doesn't like to go out in the rain, so to keep from having to go out, he just doesn't eat. Don't cry for him. I crashed out by 10:30p and Diez slept in the livingroom all night. This morning I hit the snooze button. The snooze button is evil. I could hear it raining out so I knew our morning walk was canceled. The three extra minutes of snooze time feels closer to Chinese water torture. I was able to roll right from bed into breakfast mode. Poor Diez hid out in bed, and I don't blame him. After my shower I noticed a bump in my arm pit. Hmmm, I thought, that looks like an ingrown hair. Of course the evil doer in me decided to scratch at my skin until a little hair popped out. I pulled it with tweezers, and figured that was the end of it. I looked again, and it was still pretty bumpy and under the skin I could see another f*cking ingrown hair! Damn, they always seem to be in pairs. I scratched some more, eventually ended up with blood and skin under my fingernail. I could still see the hair, now surrounded by blood, under a layer of skin. I was now on a mission. No ingrown hair was going to mock me! I pulled out the big guns, or at least the only sharp object I could put my hands on while standing nude in the bathroom at 6:30a... a 'safety' pin. I used the sharp pointy end to pull the ingrown hair out. While still rooted somewhere deep down, I was shocked to see the darn thing was two inches long. eck gawds! How the heck does something so big fit in there? I used the tweezers again and destroyed it! Mock me no more, you despicable ingrown hair! I think not walking this morning was actually good. My morning wasn't so rushed, and I was feeling good when I headed out the door at 7:15a. And I was two hairs shorter. Did I mention it was still raining out? The roads are pretty well flooded, and when combined with poor drainage, proved to be a boat trip to school versus a drive. For some reason, the wind is much gustier at school then it was at home, so of course I sit in my car for a few minutes, plotting my extraction. I maneuver the umbrella in the back seat for easy grab position. I adjust the book back so the strap is free and clear of all obstructions. I move any loose articles away from the doors. Then I jump! I open my door and close it while simultaneously opening the rear drivers door to grab my umbrella. It one of the few awesome things the ex left behind. The umbrella is a Gustbuster and has never flipped inside out. Once I'm under my umbrella I let my breath out. I had held it, I'm not sure why. I moved around to the front passenger door where I pick up my book bag and pocketbook. I am now safely nestled under my umbrella with all my possessions. I meander across the parking lot and up the stairs to school. Inside the doorway of the building I do my best to shake the excess rain off my 'brella. In the classroom I lay it out on the floor, knowing full well that any moisture on the floor is going to reveal the layer of dirt that is permanently present. I settle into my chair and take out my book. I'm rushing to get my homework answered, which was some multiple guesses. There were about four or five people sitting in the room when a school employee came by and tacks a note on the door, the instructor was out sick. I could have slept in! I could have stayed home! Oh well. To the caf and an early hazelnut cappuccino. I actually started writing this blog entry. Jesse stopped by at around 9a to bitch about the weather and life in general. It was awesome. She wants to live with me after my brother departs stage south. It could be interesting, but what would happen to my afternoon naps on the couch? (Does anyone else notice I can't keep my tense straight when I write?)

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September 28, 2004

Tips for carnaval rides

• Before getting on a ride, observe it in motion, paying particular attention to clanging, banging or grinding noises that seem unusual. I can't hear a thing over the rock music coming from the cosmic spinner
• Watch the operator. Is he paying attention to the ride while it's in motion or checking out the girls on the midway? The girls and guys. He might hit for both teams!
• How does the operator look? Is he dressed like a responsible adult to whom you'd entrust your safety or that of your children? Don't they all look like mountain men, or former street bums sobered up just this morning?
• Check out seat belts and lap bars. If they aren't there or appear to be in disrepair, get off the ride. But by that time, the ride is well on it's way above the speed limit.
• Walk your children to their seat and buckle them in yourself. Buckles? What buckles? We don't need no stickin buckles!

From today's Boston Herald

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September 27, 2004

Alright, alright

I will hold court on Wednesday @ 9am in the caf. Hopefully they will have refilled the Hazelnut cappuccino machine.

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September 26, 2004

Only 45 seconds

People often complain that audioblog entries aren't good because they don't allow for 'scanning' of material like the written word does. To solve this, I made my first entry only 45 seconds long.

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More healthy then me

Add pears to the ever growing list of foods Diez likes to eat. This is in addition to the pumpkin and apple he enjoyed last week. Now if only I ate so healthy...

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September 25, 2004

More room

While I was Walmarting today I picked up a 2 gallon tank/kit for Fish. He now has a bubbler, lots of room, and a temp gauge. I also picked up a heater, which he may need as it gets cooler out. With the bigger house, he can have company, maybe a few 29 cent golffishes. For now, I think he's just happy to have bubbles.

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• A couple of cast member of Real World San Diego are going to be at the mall in NH today. I guess that answers what they do after the show is over.
• Prince Harry is joining the Army. His family has a long history of serving in the military. It would do good if all those old fuddie duddies in the US government to do the same with their children/grandchildren. I think war would truly become a last resort effort then.
• Diez is fighting me for the sunbeam. He is winning.
• My advent calendar from last year is still hanging on the wall. It's sort of pointless to take it down now.
• I have homework on tap for the weekend. I'd rather do anything other then homework.
• My motivation level is in the negitive number range. I hate short fall days.
• Walmarting today. Supplies running low.

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  September 23, 2004

  Beach season!

  In Barnstable, beach season starts on September 15th. That is, if you are a dog, your beach season starts September 15th. We're a few days late and missed the opening ceremony, but this evening we spent some quality time on the sand and in the surf of Loop Beach. Diez worked hard de-shelling the shore, performing spot seaweed inspections, and mingling with some other beach goers. All in all it was an enjoyable trip topped off with a fresh water hose off upon our return home. Ask Diez about that and you might not like the answer.
  
  

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  Pay no attention to the girl behind the blog

  I hate to give advice. Sure, when necessary I will give my opinion, but telling you what to do, nah. Let’s take this whole “Jesse goes crazy” thing. She’s running around like a chicken with its head cut off. I suppose it’s ok as long as she’s safe (yes, like that), but she’s also a female, which means body and mind are not separate. She’s likely to get emotionally hurt if she’s not conscience of what’s going on in her mind. I feel guilty to point out that right now, for her, education is what she should focus on. Finding a partner, in crime or life, shouldn’t happen while she’s overly busy, or under age 27. There, I said it. Females don’t have a solidified personality until around 27, plus or minus a few years. Getting involved now would only enable a ‘growing apart’ down the road. The problem with waiting to find a partner later in life is that the social opportunities are then gone. When young you socialize at school, work, clubs, activities, sports, gatherings, what have you. The older you get, the less socializing you do, or even have the chance to do. So while now is a good time for Jesse to meet people through socializing, it’s a bad time to partner up due to her non-solidified personality. Welcome to the Real World, Cape Cod.
  

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  Product Endorsement

  Cuz’ we all use stuff that we like, I’d thought I’d share some of my favorite picks: 3M clear waterproof bandages: These are so awesome! They really are waterproof, which means that the pad doesn’t get all soggy and the bandage doesn’t need to be replaced every time you wash. Best on non-curvy area. One box has multiple sizes. Skin Shield: when the band aids are too much, skin shield is where it’s at. Great for paper cuts that keep catching, or for cleaning out popped pimples gone bad. Noxzema: the original form of cold cream is so tingly. While I personally treat myself to this spa like treatment only occasionally, I find that small package size lasts a very long time without worrying it will spoil. They also have really good round pads for daily cleaning. Heinz ketchup kicks: the perfect combination of tabasco sauce and ketchup. Shake well before each use as the tobasco sauce has a tendency to seperate. French’s Honey mustard: Yummy. You’ll ditch your regular mustard. Pentel Energel Liquid gel ink pen: It dries fast so that there is no smudging and no getting all over my fingers. Now only if the co-workers would stop stealing them. Folger’s cappucino and caffe latte: For $4 I have tricked out coffee for a few weeks. Much cheaper then Starbucks, but not as tasty as a Dunckachino. Waterpic adjustable shower head: It has five different settings and the ‘neck’ is adjustable, which is perfect for us short people. Online check writing: I’ve been doing this for a few years and I love it. I don’t have to order checks, I don’t have to write checks, and I never have to mail checks. It’s heavenly. Nail glue: When you get that little nick along the quick, just file and glue. Good for a day or too. Then just file and glue again. Computer Geeks dot com: They let me dream. Timex watches: I love my watch. It has hands that glow in the dark. I can tell it’s 2am at 2am without turning on the lights. Only drawback is I know when it’s 3am and I still haven’t fallen back asleep. Clean & Clear concealer: Comes in a little tube like a lipstick. Dabs good on top of pimples (pre and post popped) to tone down the bright redness. Also has the acid stuff that Noxzema has, so it won’t clog pores. Payless shoes: BOGO is now a word. Gotta love it
  

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  September 22, 2004

  Hey!

  Scroll down to the entry about 'Ricky'. Picture (post-life) now added.

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  This, that, and the other thing

  • Brother returned from his road trip (the one he stole my camera for). Now I should be able to add picks of Rick, post-life.
  • The solutions manual on cd-rom has arrived from PA via USPS. Will be sharing.
  • The moto-c is gased up. Didn't take as much as thought.
  • Diez doesn't understand what a short trip to the store means
  • I'm so sleepy I can't sleep. Damn

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  September 21, 2004

  Nope

  I will NOT be holding court in the caf on Wednesday September 22nd. Fucking accounting teacher didn't let us out of class until the last possible second and I'm exhausted.

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  Here, now stop

  Friday: I brought my 2 port KVM switch to work and connected the new HP computer with LCD monitor up. I don’t know if it’s the older graphics card, bad driver translation, or the monitor itself, but there is a definite problem. All the pixels seem to have a shadow. If something is ‘bold’ it become very obscured. I hope that it is the graphics card and that the new computer will be clearer. In the mean time, I’m just trying not to look at the screen. Saturday: Rained (about time). Watched TV all day. Diezel was bored. Saturday night/Sunday morning: Diez woke me up with his barking around 1:30a. I knew he had a raccoon since there is nothing else to bark at during the night. I figured he would stop once the coon was settled up in the tree, out of sight. He didn’t stop. I finally got out of bed to try and quiet him down. When I poked my head outside I see Diez at the bottom of the stairs with the coon on the top rail of the four-foot chain link fence. The coon was hissing and spitting, Diez was barking and occasionally jumping against the fence. I went back into the house and screamed for someone to get the gun. Not that I was going to shoot it, I just wanted the dog to come away rabies free. (I should note here that Diez doesn’t know to bite things. So having the coon cornered, even within reach, he wouldn’t have caused it any bodily harm.) Brother came out and said the gun was in the basement and I should get his glasses off his desk. We all met on the first floor where I handed over the glasses before returning upstairs. I was outside, but upstairs, when brother took aim, dad reminding him not to shoot the dog, and Diez still barking at the spitting and hissing coon. The shot was not all that loud and the coon fell off the fence in a fit of claws. Diez still tried to chase it (?) but the coon was now landing more claws in Diez since the coon was on it’s back at the base of the fence. I had to go and chase Diez into the house, while in my PJ’s, and try to avoid the very mad coon. Once back in the house, Diez was cleaned up. The coon didn’t get any bites in, thank goodness, but all the little claw punctures were bleeding. He did a good job, but wasn’t allowed outside the rest of the night. I think we were all back in bed by 2a. Sunday: Oh look, the sun! After moving the dead coon (nicknamed Ricky) outside of Diez’s pen, I spent some time in the morning working on homework for BusiPlan class. Walked Diez. In the afternoon went kayaking with Milen. It was kind of windy out so we stayed around Half-Tide marina, not making it up into Shoestring Bay. Milen said he had fun and that it wasn’t as hard as he expected. Thanks to brother for letting us borrow his truck and kayak. Monday: Back to school and work.
  

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  September 17, 2004

  I'm still waiting...

  They said all day that it was going to rain. I'm still waiting. I think I shall apply for their jobs... who else gets paid so well to be wrong!

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  September 16, 2004

  Did you miss me??

  I haven't blogged in a few days, and no one seemed to notice. I love my loyal readers!! Tuesday PM: After work I headed to class. That wasn't bad. After Business Plan class, I met Milen in the caf for some review of the chapter in accounting. He read, I highlighted and ate a slice of pizza. In class at 6:30p and the instructor is reading verbatim out of the book and showing the publishers powerpoint slides. Can you say sleepy? No new information was spewed from his mouth. By 9p I had to go, it was too much frustration and aggravation. Sucky part is that he actually takes attendance. If he didn't I'd just show for the tests. Wednesday:
  BusiLaw went well, nothing exciting to report. After that class I camped in the caf, as I had noted, and was able to catch up with Jesse. Smashing! An hour and a half later and we parted company; she went to class and I went home. Yeah. At home I was surprised with the fact that my brother has completed my motorcycle. woo. He actually was trying to have me do the test drive, which I refused. He tested it and I then took it out for a spin around the block. With the exception of the funny shift position (a design issue), the bike is just right and the laid back feel is especially appreciated. In the afternoon I napped and read my BusiLaw book. Ate dinner, then headed back to school for Real Estate class. And this time, the instructor showed up. When he walked in there was a definite 'deer in headlights' look. Turns out the class was the largest he had seen in about 10 years. And if you aren't looking to take the state exam, you only need to return for the final. Sweet, but I think I want to take the exam, so I can only miss one class. He was a funny instructor, using celebrities in his examples. In my will I can leave my property to J-lo, who can sell it to John Kerry.... I earned gold stars by knowing that Wiliam the conqueror invaded England in 1066 which started the whole process of adversarial law, and that it was this type of law that the colonists in America used as an example. How did I know this? Trashy romance novels. No joke. I love the historical ones and a few years ago I read one that took place in 1066. See, you can learn stuff from trashy romance novels (though I'd like to exclude any Harlequins from that statement). I successfully stayed awake for the class and drove home without causing any accidents. I was in bed by 10:15p and slept in until 6:15a. Thusday (today):
  Work, and the payroll saga. It used to be that the store personnel would get their paychecks on Friday mornings. Over the summer, with the courier service being unreliable, the managers began picking up payroll on Thursday mornings. That's ok if I'm at work on Wednesday to finish it (sorting, distribution) but this week I wasn't. The controller tried to tell the managers that they can't pick up payroll until noon, but only one or two listened. It came to a head when an employee actually showed up at the office asking for his check. I tried to brush him off, the prick, but eventually asked for his ID since he was giving me a name (his nickname) which I didn't recognize. You should know that I rarely shop in the stores, and know very few of the actual employees, and I felt extremely uncomfortable handing out a paycheck. It won't be allowed again. Thank goodness! And then into the raining traffic, where a 10 minute drive turns into nearly 40 minutes. Thanks for almost making me late. I really need to get my ass in gear and get going on my business plan. Oh, writing fiction shall be fun! Taking 'fake' applications for my 'business'. Just send a resume and what position you would like. I'll work you in, and you'll be famous!

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  September 14, 2004

  Oh, Oh!!

  Hey you studious peeps! I'll be in the caf tomorrow (Wednesday) from 9a to 11a for chatting, studying, catching up. So (Jesse!!) show up early, get a good parking space and I'll autograph your notebook, or something equally goofy. And for those of you that can't make it, I'm also going to be there this evening (Tuesday) at 5p to study accounting with Milen. Hopefully you all can take two minutes out of your busy college schedules to say 'hello' or what ever else you have a craving to shout at me. If this turns out to work for me this week, I may do this every week. Woo-hoo! And Diezel is still looking for a Tuesday afternoon/evening walker. So if you feel like hanging out with the coolest pooch in town, let me know.

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  September 13, 2004

  Roll on bye

  I had class this morning. I always arrive early and take the same seat. Seems like a few people like to constantly change seats. As long as they don't take mine, I guess it's ok. From class it was a quikie stop at Shaw's for supplies: Drakes snacks are 25% off, Boston Market chicken pot pie, a two liter of store brand soda, and two plain bagels. I actually spent all my working day feeling sick to my tummy. I don't know why, maybe the pressure of trying to do a payroll cycle with a holiday, or maybe the fact that all I did was payroll today and I know I'll have tons of work to do tomorrow. What ever it was, I wasn't feeling too hot when I rolled out the door at four pm. I zoomied home, but it still took over a half hour. What the crap? I thought the traffic was back to normal? I guess when the duck tours wrap up for the season, we'll know it's over for sure. Even though Diez wanted to play, I put my tush in bed and rested for fourty-five minutes. I just needed to rest I think. I was feeling much better once I was done resting. So much so, I took Diez for a walk, where we spotted a black squirrel in a tree. Black squirrels remind me of black cats. I have no idea why, but they are cool just the same. We also stopped and checked the mailbox. I have a card from the Air Force Reserves. Staff Sergeant Erik Smith writes: "Sorry I could not contact you by telephone. Please call me at 617-921-0805 regarding some important Air Force Reserve information." I think I should write him back!

  Dear Staff Sergeant Erik Smith, I'm sure the reason you could not reach me by telephone is your failure to dial the number. I suppose if I had given it to you, you would have had no problem doing so. Since I didn't, that explains why you could not contact me. As for this 'important' information you speak of, I'm sure it's not as important as my DD-214 which I received in the mail a few months back. You will note that I have completed my service to our country, in full, and with the ever-much-more-fun-loving Navy. Please remove my name from your telemarketing list, and pass on this happy note to your replacement, as he or she will surely have the same problem in contacting my by telephone. Sincerely,
  (formally Information Systems Technician/Radioman 3rd class) Rebecca
  

  Do you think that is nice enough? Hmmmm.... I don't want to hurt his feelings or anything, he is in the Air Force afterall. Now I'm going to work on some foodage for dinner. We smelled a few BBQ's on our walk, and while mine doesn't work, I'm now craving a burger.

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  September 12, 2004

  ?

  So, what did you do today?

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  ok, that's wierd...

  I don't know why, I guess I just didn't feel like doing anything in particular, so I wandered over to Match.com (Drew mentioned it a few times...) to see what meat was at the market. Lots to choose from, but let's be realistic, I don't have lots of time to work on a relationship right now. So my requirements would be someone low maintenance and willing to work around my availability. Since all the good looking guys are going 'yeah right...' I figure I'll be left with all the left overs. I'm not saying anything bad about the big guys... as long as you can still bath and make things happen, it's all good. Chemistry is key, but it's also a class I've never taken. So I figured I'd do a little research. I changed the search parameters to see what my competition would be. I scanned through the ads and actually saw someone I went to school with. I mean, I actually went to this girls house in the eight grade for a sleep over birthday party. Oh yeah, those were the days. As for the rest of the competition, I guess I'll be the looser there. I don't have some cute sexy picture I can post, and I'm not all that good with Photoshop either. And why lie by posting an old picture? Yeah, I guess I'll withdraw from the competition before I even enter. Gesh, what a looser.

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  Post ahead

  It's Saturday night. I've been multitasking most of the day. Studying while cooking, thinking while reading, smelling while walking the dog. Around 3p I hit a wall. I needed a nap. So I lay down in my bed, thru the faux mink over me and caught some much needed zz's. While I didn't make it to the library, I did get some needed studying done. And I've decided to take Wednesday's off from work. It will mean a little extra driving, but it will afford me some study time that I can already tell I will need. Work will just have to function without me. Why do I have the guilt feelings about missing work? Why does my brain seem to think I'm important, or even needed, at work? I'm a part-time lackey that is never taken seriously as an important member of the team. When the controller talks about adding staff, it's not in reference to offering me a full-time position. Sure, as Milen pointed out, I couldn't do it right now anyway, but I'd at least like to be considered. And in December, I would be able to work more hours since I only have two classes left. I guess the snub is what hurts the most. Oh sure, they love me when I do stuff for them, crap work that they themselves don't want to do, but I can't see myself continuing to do this work after school is done if the treatment continues. So with Wednesday's soon to be off, a little less mid-week pressure will be going on in my life. Yeah. My cooking for today was fun. I made a batch of Jasmine rice (it's used in Sushi) first. I then heated up the wok and warmed up some frozen veges: broccoli, peas, carrots, and some other stuff. I actually picked out the water chesnuts because I HATE water chesnut. While the veges warmed/thawed, I cut up some chicken breasts. I pick up the pre-cooked and sliced Perdue kind from the store. Mostly because I only need what's in the package and it's already cooked. Once the veges were sufficiently warmed (they were coated in olive oil too) I added the chopped chicken and stirred. Covered for a minute, if that, while shaking the Thai Ginger sauce I discovered in the BBQ isle of Stop & Rob. Be sure to try some. They also have Hawaiian if you aren't into spicy spicy flavor. I uncovered the wok and used a second spoon (it's not a spoon, it's more of a paddle) to scoop rice from the rice cooker into the wok. Lots of rice. Then used 3/4 of the bottle of Thai Ginger and worked hard to mix it all together with minimal burning on the bottom of the wok. It's a sad wok, electric non-stick with no non-stick abilities. Once all mixed up, I unplugged the wok and scooped 8 ounce (yes, I weighed it) portions into little ziploc containers. I filled all seven containers I could find and stored them in the freezer. That will be my dinner over the next week or two. I have some left over, two or three servings, that I stored in the fridge. Even with adding so much rice to the mix, and eating a few plain bowls for lunch, I still had plenty of rice to share with Diezel. And he also ate the chunks of broccoli that wouldn't thaw fast enough. Good dog. And now that Fall has decided to peak in on us, I think it's time to break out some pants. Oh sure, the capris are still in full use, but today, for instance, I wore pants with my tshirt. Comfy, yet warm. Only problem is that I never washed all my cool weather clothes at the end of spring. The jeans and long sleeve shirts are still in their laundry hamper section. Hmmm, more multi-tasking opportunities ahead.
  

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  September 11, 2004

  A day of blog silence

  So we don't forget... Remember

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  September 10, 2004

  New hours

  Last night while searching for the camera case and trying to read my text book and fold laundry and pick out clothing to wear, my mom comes upstairs and asks for help logging into Paypal. First off, I don't work tech support anymore, and haven't for a few years now. Somehow, mom can't figure this out. And I have no control over Paypal not liking her. But I growl and go downstairs to look at her computer. She tells me she's entering her login and password correctly and thinks her problem is cookies settings. I growl more. It has nothing to do with cookies since her computer is the most permissive thing going (block, what block?). So I look at what she's doing... she had used MS Word to save her login and password ("I typed it in case sensitive and everything" she says). Well her first mistake is that her email has changed due to the AT&T / Comcast buyout. Her second mistake is using MS Word to save her information. Word, thanks to idiots like Bill Gates, corrects your spelling and capitization. So if you put a capital in the middle of your password, Word will take it out. If you hit the enter key, Word will capitalize the first letter of the line, even if you don't hit shift. So where my mom meant to have lowercase she had upper. Where she needed uppercase, she had lower. I recommend pencil and paper. I got her logged in and her new email address listed. I don't know why people insist on using Word. And I don't understand why when we give them an alternative program to use at their request, they complain it's not Word. For crying out loud, Bill has a never ending customer base in people too lazy to learn or too scared to be adventurous. So due to all these distractions, along with my failure to limit my multi-tasking habbits when studying, I will be at the library tomorrow for some quiet study time. I know I could certainly use it! Hopefully I won't run into Story Hour or something equally attractive to the screaming masses.

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  I feel pretty, oh so pretty...

  I was flying on cloud nine this morning. I have my camera back, remember? So I was driving from school to work when I saw it parked in the Napa parking lot... A dump truck with my name stenciled on the front bumper!! It wasn't like a beat up junky dump truck. Nope, it was a pretty red with a black dump bed. My name was stenciled on the front bumper in a pretty yellow color. I was so excited by seeing my name, and knowing I was going places (even if just to the local sandpit) that I didn't catch the name of the business stenciled on the door. So if you were around Napa in Hyannis this morning around 9am and saw my truck, tell me who owns it! (Do you see the irony in the fact that I'm happy about having my camera back but couldn't catch a picture of a parked dump truck?)

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  MMM, mouth watering

  At least I won't have to share with bunnies... Tabasco crops too hot for bunnies
  September 10, 2004 AMSTERDAM (Reuters) - Dutch farmers have devised a hot and spicy way to stop rabbits and rodents from munching their lettuce, carrots and wheat.
  
  Spraying fields with the American sauce Tabasco sends the rabbits "three feet in the air" with shock and running for cover, said a spokesman for a local agriculture cooperative. The Dutch animal protection society is happy with the spicy repellent, unworried by the possibility of burned bunny mouths. "Preventive measures are exactly what we want. It's better than going into the fields with a shotgun," said animal welfare spokesman Niels Doorlandt. The farmers will now try to make Tabasco an officially recognized pesticide for subsidized use on a larger scale. At least five small supermarket-sized bottles of the spicy sauce are needed for spraying 1 hectare (2.5 acres) of crops.

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  September 09, 2004

  Safely put away...

  First off YEAH!!! and BZ's to the FujiFilm people. My A310 came via the FedEx person today. I'm all happy all over. UNFORTUNATELY in addition to over using my shift button, I can not locate the camera case. And no, I didn't send it with the camera, they tell you not to send any accessories. So I'm out a carry strap, set of batteries and 2 XD cards. Oh, and a case. So if any of you out there remember where I said I'd tuck my case away for safe keeping, PLEASE phone a friend, ask the audience or do a 50-50 for me. Oh, and did I tell you how HAPPY I am to have my camera back?? And in the frantic search for my A310 case, I stumbled across where I had last tucked my Minolta Explorer Zoom Panoramic camera. That's a pretty big name for a small camera. But it's found, unlike the case for my A310. **** UPDATE ***** I found it!! Of course I put it in a good place... under Diezel's socks that he refuses to wear. That was the first place I would have looked for it if I were me.

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  Grab a tissue

  
  Doggone shame for hero hounds: Cancer claims canines who aided 9/11 search
  By Laurel J. Sweet Thursday, September 9, 2004 Maybe it was the last selfless gift he could give his best friend, to show her he had trained her well and she would be OK without him.
  
  But whatever the 12-year-old Australian shepherd's reason for venturing off to die alone, his body ravaged by inoperable cancer, the five days in February Michelle Eldridge spent hunting for her partner, Barkley - one of the K-9 heroes of Sept. 11 - was arguably the toughest of her career in search and rescue.
  
  ``It was almost a relief when I found him. He was at a place where he wanted to be,'' Eldridge of Rockville, R.I., said of Barkley, the once-abandoned puppy who grew up to be the first certified disaster dog in the eastern United States and a member of the Massachusetts Urban Search and Rescue Task Force.
  
  In addition to Barkley, eight of 97 dogs whose health has been under a microscope since their perilous work to recover the dead from 9/11 have died of cancer, researchers will report next week.
  
  But the landmark study at Pennsylvania State University has tracked less than a third of the 300 K-9s who dove nose-first into the World Trade Center and Pentagon crash sites, where cancer-causing asbestos, arsenic, PCBs and dioxin were found in the fallout.
  
  ``We don't have evidence that there is a link, but we can't disprove it, either,'' said Dr. Cindy Otto, whose research will be published in the Journal of the American Veterinary Medical Association.
  
  Capt. Scott Shields, former director of marine safety for the New York City Urban Park Service, lost Bear, his 12-year-old golden retriever, to cancer one year after the dog cut its back in the WTC wreckage.
  
  ``So you tell me,'' Shields, a former Lenox resident, said through tears, ``does (Ground Zero) have anything to do with it? I loved him with all my heart. Now every time I wheeze, I think I'll go the way he went.''
  
  Last January, Eldridge learned Barkley had lymphoma and his lungs were pocked with lesions. But everywhere she and Barkley turned for financial help, doors were shut in their faces.
  
  She later found him curled up in deceitful slumber beside his favorite view, Wincheck Pond - a stark cry from Ground Zero, the assignment that so taxed her hero hound that Barkley retired upon coming home.
  
  ``He trained his entire life to be a disaster dog,'' Eldridge said. ``He was needed at Ground Zero. That would have been very important to him.''
  

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  One, two, five, eight, three...

  It's bank statement day. Nothing but bank statements and cancelled checks to go through. I 'heart' work. And there is a car illegally parked outside. Should I call and have it towed? That could be entertaining for two minutes. After class, which is after work, I'm suppose to meet up with Milen for a coffee. I may need a meal since it will be dinner time. Maybe I'm thinking about dinner because it's almost lunch time. I wish my breakfast held the hungries at bay until noon. Darn tummy. Damn long days! I guess a 15 minute break is in order...

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  Oh Oh!!

  New song!!! ok, it's an old song, but it's new to here. Click link button at top of page.

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  September 08, 2004

  All I got was this t-shirt

  I went to my night class, but the instructor didn't. So I'm home. Good thing, I forgot to do my laundry. **Edit** The class was Real Estate Principles. I'm trying to branch out from my accounting / business classes. I guess that didn't work out so well. As for the laundry, my brother finished it for me because he wanted to use the washer. It's like a bonus, without the payout. Goodnight all!!

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  S.W.O.T.

  Have to do 5 SWOT's (Strengths, Weaknesses, Opportunities, Threats) for Business Plan class. Here is one I came up with: S: I think I'm cute and funny
  W: no one else thinks I cute or funny
  O: I could apply for a reality TV make over
  T: I don't live in the greater L.A. area where all those shows take place

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  More then you'll admit to

  I left seller feedback for a book I ordered off Amazon (I paid for expedited shipping, he shipped ground, damn rip off). While at Amazon, I checked out my 'Gold Box' special offers. Out of the ten various items, the only one sold out 'because it was such a good offer' was the ear and nose hair trimmer. Now I know you all rushed to your 'Gold Box' and snatched this item up earlier. You don't have to be shy, admit your hairiness! Heck, Amazon practically screamed your name as a recent buyer. And we all know that you will review the product as soon as you have a chance to test drive it. We know. It's ok.

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  Note, Note, Note

  For anyone that calls my cell phone (which is my only phone...) it's going to be on vibrate so chances of me answering right when you call are slim. PLEASE leave a message though, I promise to return your call as soon as I notice the voicemail icon. And if anyone wants my cell phone number, just ask. I have plenty of minutes in my package and I'm not afraid to use them.

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  Ketchup

  Yesterday morning, while waiting for my toast to toast, I noticed a bottle of hot sauce on the counter. I put it away and went back to my toast. About a half hour later I had to rub my eye for some itchy reason. Wouldn't you know I got hot sauce in my eye. Now I've put in contacts that were contaminated with hot sauce, and that didn't feel very good, but straight hot sauce into unsuspecting morning sleepy eyes is downright PAINFUL! I thought I was going to loose my eye. It was tearing up, but I couldn't open my eye or anything. I had to rinse my eye with cold water. Partly to rinse and partly to stop the painful burning sensation that was spreading over my face in my now hot sauce contaminated tears. It took about ten minutes to clear up. Of course being the first day of school, I really didn't have ten minutes in my day to waste on silly stuff like this. As for Jesse's comment about school parking... give it a few weeks. All the morons will drop their classes (especially the early morning ones) and then there will be no need for all the four wheel monster trucks to park on the grass. Hey, do they get to sue the school if their suspension is damaged by driving over the curbs? Hmmm... I guess I should just be glad that a) all my classes are at times when parking isn't an issue and b) that I don't drive a monster truck. Could you see me with one? Yeah, that's what I thought. The last needed book for tonight's class was finally at the bookstore today. I waited about 15 minutes in line. Why do all these people wait until classes start to buy books? It's one thing if the book isn't in (like mine), but if you were just too lazy to drag your ass to campus, you should consider yourself S.O.L. Also about the books, I think the ISBN numbers should be posted in the course catalog. Even if it were just listed in the online catalog that would be fine. Having to rely on the campus bookstore to be robbed blind for required material is absolutely crazy. My clothing choices this morning were slightly limited. I'm wearing what looks like a sleeveless preppy top (white) and grandma golfing pants (all flowery). If I unbutton the buttons on my shirt I could double for a MTV video ho. All I need is a Wonderbra and some dance lessons. Lots of dance lessons. I think I should just do some laundry. And Diezel is still looking for a walker on Tuesday and/or Wednesday. He's very friendly and it's not a long walk (less then a quarter mile). Once the weather gets cooler, you'd even get to dress him up in his coat(s). Think of the fun! Now I have to go back to main lining some caffine. I'm still unsure of which day to take off during the week. I'd like to take Wednesday, but work sort of requires my presense on that day. Torn am I.

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  September 07, 2004

  Reduction in force

  There will be a reduction in blog entries due to the following schedule changes: Monday: 8a class, 9:30a - 4p work
  Tuesday*: 8:30a - 3p work, 3:30p & 6:30p classes
  Wednesday*: 8a class, 9:30a - 4p work, 6:30 class
  Thursday: 8:30a - 3p work, 3:30 class
  Friday: 8a class, 9:30a - 4p work
  Saturday & Sunday: crying over spilled milk *If anyone wants to walk my dog Diezel on either Tuesday or Wednesday, let me know. I think he'd appreciate the attention.

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  September 06, 2004

  Muffins or no muffins

  Why is it that when I go to buy english muffins, Mashpee S&S doesn't carry the twin pack and Cotuit is all sold out? And I'm not talking about the nasty tasting Thomas' brand, I'm talking store brand. You would think that this popular item would be better stocked, but I guess Thomas' doesn't mind paying higher rack rates for a product that doesn't sell. Also, why is it the kool-aid is stocked in the soda isle? Isn't is a juice? It sure tastes like juice. And has anyone ever made kool-aid out of seltzer water, for fizz and bubbles? AND... why the HELL are they already stocking Halloween stuff???? That's just crazy!! What's next Easter baskets?

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  Blood boiling

  In the spring, our blood thins out. This happens during 'spring fever' when we all get sleepy even though we are excited about sunny warm days arriving. In fall our blood thickens. The thicker blood is needed to carry warm oxygen throughout our bodies on cooler days. Though we don't get sleepy, we are more prone to feeling chilled. So with our bodies doing all this funny business with our blood, does wearing clothing slow or trick our bodies into delaying this process?

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  End of fun

  Being that today is "labor day" and tomorrow it's back to school, we thought the beach would be a good place to be. So off we went: Diezel, brother and myself. We set up camp at my aunt & uncle's house which just so happens to be next to Riley's Beach in Cotuit. Thankfully it was warmer at the beach then at home. Diezel and brother played in the surf and I lounged in my chair. At 1:30p we had had enough and came home. It's much colder at home, even though it's only three miles away. So now I'm heating up some water to have cocoa and cooking some chicken for a late lunch. Diezel is sacked out and all salty from his trip. Brother is actually the only one who is being semi-productive. He's cleaning the motorcycle shed.

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  September 05, 2004

  Meeting people

  
  Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood?
  In your neighborhood?
  In your neighborhood?
  Say, who are the people in your neighborhood?
  
  The jaywalker
  
  Running in the crosswalk
  
  Going to play in traffic
  
  Little girl I have some candy for you!
  
  Hooter's girls ahead!!
  
  
  The people that you meet each day!
  
  
  
  I've actually wanted to make this blog entry ever since I first saw the hoola-hoop traffic sign. I thought it was hysterical! Especially when combined with the other signs, all within a few blocks of each other. All these signs are in Cotuit. With the exception of the school crossing sign, all signs are on School St. The school crossing sign and the neon yellow kid with the red hat are on Highland Ave. All pictures were taken this afternoon while I was riding my bike. That's why some are blurry. Clicking on the thumbnail will bring up the larger pic. I hope you laughed. And remember, school is in session so it's now only two points instead of ten.
  

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  September 04, 2004

  Why I didn't blog yesterday

  I was at work yesterday, trying to find a memo written a year ago that of course has disappeared without a trace. My co-worker decides he's going out for lunch at 12:30p. So off he goes and I'm still looking for the damn memo. An hour later, I've lost track of time (I think it's with the missing memo) and the phone rings. It's the co-worker. His truck broke. He's waiting for a tow truck and will get back as soon as he's done. OK. I hold down the fort by myself! VP is calling asking questions. People are calling looking for people. Blah, blah. I do some of the co-worker's job after he calls again at 4p to say he won't be back in the office until after 5p. I do what I can, but I'm not always sure what's going on. I wait until 5:05p to see if he shows up, which of course he doesn't. So I lock up for the first time ever. Since I know that the co-worker has to come back (there is time sensitive activities he has to complete) so I left a sticky note on the front door saying the alarm is on. I lock the door and off I go. At home I have to eat something. I munch on wings and then head out the door with Diezel in tow. Drive to the canal and a walk. We again saw Pugsly the five month old pug and a woman who actually figured out why Diezel know how to count to three. But human interaction? Barely any. It's strange really. To go all these hours (now almost a full 24) without really conversating face to face with anyone. How much longer will this drought last?

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  September 02, 2004

  Cool, huh?

  I have 35 HTML W3C violations in the coding on this page. That is, like, super cool!

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  Not for the fellas

  ***Note: this entry really isn't 'fellas friendly'. You've been warned*** Let me tell you about my bras. I like non-padded bras. Mostly because I just never wanted that 'stuffed with tissues' look that junior high girls have. I prefer an underwire (to keep things round) and a demi cup style (for bounce room). As for the actual shoulder straps, I can't stand the wide padded/gelled kind or the overly stretchy kind. There is even a manufacturer I will never buy from (Vasserette) because it has all the features I can't stand in a bra. Unfortunately, 38DD are not commonly found in your Kmart's or Walmart's. This leave 'specialty' shops or online for my selections. Let me also say I am totally peeved by the fact that bras NEVER last as long as regular clothing. The elastic stretches, seems bust, and wires withdraw. I spend more money on bras (about $30 each) to sit under my average Walmart T-shirt ($8.97 to $9.98 each). The shirts? Still going strong two summers out. The bras? I don't think the ones purchased at the beginning of last summer will make it to Halloween. Downright unacceptable! My last purchase of bras was off the net. I ordered a total of four white bras in two different styles. One style was perfect: demi cup, underwire, and cotton blend. The other was not what I expected: padded, all lacy and a tad too much stretch for it's own good. Well the other day I had run through my collection of clean bras and only had these 'emergency' bras left. So I reluctantly wore them. I was pleasantly surprised. Not only were they comfortable, but it felt as if the padded cups were helping support the DD's, taking some of the weight that pulls down on my shoulders. It was, well, a good day. Now the dilemma is do I continue to replace the old unpadded bras with padded? Keep a mix? Stick with the unpadded for the sake of consistency? I don't know. Of course they are all too damn expensive. Then again, so is reduction surgery. On a not quite related topic, don't you hate when the squishies arrive and you remember that you didn't restock the bathroom after their last visit? Damn inconvenient moments.

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  Delay of game

  Project delayed due to.... MILEN IS HOME (here, not there) So of course we had to catch up over a walk, food and walk. Will finish project this weekend, as it is the last free time I'll have until December. Going back to school sucks!

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  Yesterday today

  After my canal walk last night, and then a big drink of cocoa milk, I intended to blog away. Well, I stupidly turned on the Planning Board meeting that was playing on the town's cable channel. While usually interesting (they want to stop all building in town) last night's meeting was like an instant sleeping pill. I lasted through one presentation, and mostly because it was about a development down the street from me. After that, I haven't a clue what happened until Brother came in and Diezel barked. Not that anything interesting happened yesterday. At work I flew solo completing payroll. It's a lot of pressure to be the one making sure people get a paycheck, especially knowing most of them live paycheck to paycheck. I was very worried about a couple of complicated ones: salaries with sick and vacation time. I focused on these few tricky ones so much I missed paying monthly bonuses. I did catch that mistake after the checks had been cut of course. So I tagged those checks with sorry notes and a promise to remember next week. Today looks nice and I have a little visual project I'm going to work on shortly (if I can get my ass in gear). I could be worth a few chuckles if you know your Sesame Street songs pre-Elmo.

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