Ok--remember the set-up date with the LONG hair? I don't know if you thought I was exagerating the fugly factor...judge for yourself. I was looking at stuff online tonight and he instant messaged me. Within the first few moments of saying hello, he mentioned that he got his hair cut and he sent me the pics instantly. At least he donated the hair to Locks for Love...
Just so you people don't think I was blowing smoke...
http://secure-voting-technology-5.trimediavideo.com/MyPics/BeforeAndAfter.html
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Best Break-Up Lines
A teacher I know was commiserating today about the guy that dumped her via email this morning...clearly--asshole material, but in the spirit of Bill and Ted's, I suggest that she quote him some lyrics that correctly sum up her feelings on the subject. Considering my knowledge of lyrics relies heavily on humming through key portions, we went to the web. Here are some that we thought fit her sitch. (Up there with naming your dog after your ex and putting the name "Fuckface" on the doghouse...):
Erykah Badu--"Tyrone"
"I think you'd better call Tyrone/ And tell him come on help you get your shit/ You need to call Tyrone Hold on/ But you can't use my phone."
Fiona Apple --"Limp"
"It won't be long till you'll be/ Lying limp in your own hand."
Bob Dylan --"Don't Think Twice, It's All Right"
"I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind/ You could have done better but I don't mind/ You just kinda wasted my precious time."
I personally think the Dylan one is the most on target, but she's kinda pissed, so Fiona was more her speed. I left off Alanis because, well, even I know those lyrics. On the happier side of things, clearly she is better off. He had plenty of baggage and she had none, so that wasn't a fair trade. And he didn't even have a lot of money (which helps to even the scale--or so I've heard...).
I've always enjoyed quotes, but I've never looked them up in this topic. There's quite a bit of angry music out there folks. I wonder if any of these songs will be on American Idol. Probably right after they play, "Why Don't we Get Drunk, And Screw?"
Erykah Badu--"Tyrone"
"I think you'd better call Tyrone/ And tell him come on help you get your shit/ You need to call Tyrone Hold on/ But you can't use my phone."
Fiona Apple --"Limp"
"It won't be long till you'll be/ Lying limp in your own hand."
Bob Dylan --"Don't Think Twice, It's All Right"
"I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind/ You could have done better but I don't mind/ You just kinda wasted my precious time."
I personally think the Dylan one is the most on target, but she's kinda pissed, so Fiona was more her speed. I left off Alanis because, well, even I know those lyrics. On the happier side of things, clearly she is better off. He had plenty of baggage and she had none, so that wasn't a fair trade. And he didn't even have a lot of money (which helps to even the scale--or so I've heard...).
I've always enjoyed quotes, but I've never looked them up in this topic. There's quite a bit of angry music out there folks. I wonder if any of these songs will be on American Idol. Probably right after they play, "Why Don't we Get Drunk, And Screw?"
Sunday, April 23, 2006
My Last Week Off
So this is sadly the last day of my spring break. Then I have 37 working days until summer vacation. Only Memorial Day weekend...I know, cry me a river...
So Hawaii was every bit as relaxing as I hoped. The only let down was the lack of sighting people from Lost. This was made up for by the wealth of attractive people who live there. I learned a fair amount during my travels:
When visiting Pearl Harbor, get there by 7:15am. We got there at 9 and didn't get in until the 1:00 show. This is a lot of time to read stuff. AND we had quite a lovely lunch in the parking lot.
The first POW was captured by the US after the Pearl Harbor attack. He was the midget submarine captain ______. I don't remember his name, but I remember thinking it was odd that they pointed out he was a midget. Because they didn't say the paraplegic American president FDR. Then Manoa pointed out that midget subs were part of the attack and it is a sub style. Oh.
Did you know you can buy cancer insurance? Apparnetly it only costs $25 a year, and when you are diagnosed, you get like $50K to spend however you want. Isn't that great?? Manoa has some, and I told her I hoped she got cancer and not Hodgkins or something else that wouldn't result in a pay-off. So if she ends up with bad news, at least we know it's not ALL bad! (Am I terribly morbid?)
I think I've outgrown my screaming-at-inappropriate-times-phase. I walked into the living room and almost hit Chip the other morning, and I didn't scream in his face. (I think this will please ER and DS who always seemed to take it very personally when I would scream around them.)
Mormons can find me everywhere. I sat next to a very nice one on the plane ride back. He was cute--but short. 5'5". He was stunned when I stood up.
When strange men ask if you want to make a $100, say yes. I earned some quick and kinda painless cash. So I talked to this guy and it was for time share presos. 1.5 hours of high pressure sales, lunch and then you get your cash. The whole thing was kind of funny, and I had to lie (which the marketing guy told me to do) to say I made enough money to go. The sales lady was not very good at all, and if I was in the market for a place, I can't say I'd buy from her. I think she learned real estate sales off of a home video.
Apparently I naturally arch my back and stick out the tatas when waving at passing helicopters holding military folk. Katie pointed this out to her great amusement one day. But can you blame me?
It is impossible to straighten my hair on a tropical island.
Katie wears jeans to work and skirts to the beach. Love the island culture.
And in the interet of continuing the island experience...going to Jimmy Buffet on Tuesday! Salt! Salt!
So Hawaii was every bit as relaxing as I hoped. The only let down was the lack of sighting people from Lost. This was made up for by the wealth of attractive people who live there. I learned a fair amount during my travels:
When visiting Pearl Harbor, get there by 7:15am. We got there at 9 and didn't get in until the 1:00 show. This is a lot of time to read stuff. AND we had quite a lovely lunch in the parking lot.
The first POW was captured by the US after the Pearl Harbor attack. He was the midget submarine captain ______. I don't remember his name, but I remember thinking it was odd that they pointed out he was a midget. Because they didn't say the paraplegic American president FDR. Then Manoa pointed out that midget subs were part of the attack and it is a sub style. Oh.
Did you know you can buy cancer insurance? Apparnetly it only costs $25 a year, and when you are diagnosed, you get like $50K to spend however you want. Isn't that great?? Manoa has some, and I told her I hoped she got cancer and not Hodgkins or something else that wouldn't result in a pay-off. So if she ends up with bad news, at least we know it's not ALL bad! (Am I terribly morbid?)
I think I've outgrown my screaming-at-inappropriate-times-phase. I walked into the living room and almost hit Chip the other morning, and I didn't scream in his face. (I think this will please ER and DS who always seemed to take it very personally when I would scream around them.)
Mormons can find me everywhere. I sat next to a very nice one on the plane ride back. He was cute--but short. 5'5". He was stunned when I stood up.
When strange men ask if you want to make a $100, say yes. I earned some quick and kinda painless cash. So I talked to this guy and it was for time share presos. 1.5 hours of high pressure sales, lunch and then you get your cash. The whole thing was kind of funny, and I had to lie (which the marketing guy told me to do) to say I made enough money to go. The sales lady was not very good at all, and if I was in the market for a place, I can't say I'd buy from her. I think she learned real estate sales off of a home video.
Apparently I naturally arch my back and stick out the tatas when waving at passing helicopters holding military folk. Katie pointed this out to her great amusement one day. But can you blame me?
It is impossible to straighten my hair on a tropical island.
Katie wears jeans to work and skirts to the beach. Love the island culture.
And in the interet of continuing the island experience...going to Jimmy Buffet on Tuesday! Salt! Salt!
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Yeah...yah?
Hawaii--in a word--great. Sun, games, drinks, naps, good-looking men with great tans. Why am I leaving? Now I really get why Manoa went to the trouble to ship her car here.
What a relaxing time I've had. We've laughed, she's cried, and I've been throughly impressed with the bodies of her roommates. Reminds me of Andre in CR, but they speak English all the time and have blonde hair.
Our time has consisted of going to various beaches around the island, drinking on those beaches and playing games (I got a bingo in scrabble spelling "flinger"--one who flings!) til literally the sun goes down and the sand is being whipped at us by the trade winds. We went to this incredible beach that was in From Here to Eternity. Stunning. Small spit of sand on the south side of the island with waves crashing in a like mad and turtles somehow fighting their way in and out. (Granted, I was looking for some eggs to eat!) We went out and did our best to keep our tops on, which was tricky because the waves would spin you around pummel you forward. But then again, I'm not above flashing a bit. Give someone a little thrill I say.
Manoa is unfortuntately a bit under the weather, but she is rallying valiently in an effort to keep me entertained. What a woman. Who by the way has picked up the Hawaii saying of making a statement and saying "yeah?" after it. But is's kinda more like "Ya?" almost European. It's cute, and you can spot the locals by their usage of this. Like the native LA folk who say, "take THE 101 to THE 380."
We are headed back to the north shore today to eat at some place that had such amazing food the first time Manoa went, that she has been afraid to go back out of fear it won't be as good. (I'm serious!) And then we're hoping to beach it a bit and run into someone from Lost who doesn't weigh 400 pounds. (That's the only person from the show that she's seen). She just told me that she thinks he only weighs 250. I don't think she could get a job at Carnival guessing people's weights. Maybe their birthdays.
Oh, and kids--my hair is a struggle. I have started wearing it in a Princess Leia fashion which I think is cute. No one else has said that, but I think they are just jealous they didn't think of it first. The curls will not be contained!!
Have a great day you fine people!
What a relaxing time I've had. We've laughed, she's cried, and I've been throughly impressed with the bodies of her roommates. Reminds me of Andre in CR, but they speak English all the time and have blonde hair.
Our time has consisted of going to various beaches around the island, drinking on those beaches and playing games (I got a bingo in scrabble spelling "flinger"--one who flings!) til literally the sun goes down and the sand is being whipped at us by the trade winds. We went to this incredible beach that was in From Here to Eternity. Stunning. Small spit of sand on the south side of the island with waves crashing in a like mad and turtles somehow fighting their way in and out. (Granted, I was looking for some eggs to eat!) We went out and did our best to keep our tops on, which was tricky because the waves would spin you around pummel you forward. But then again, I'm not above flashing a bit. Give someone a little thrill I say.
Manoa is unfortuntately a bit under the weather, but she is rallying valiently in an effort to keep me entertained. What a woman. Who by the way has picked up the Hawaii saying of making a statement and saying "yeah?" after it. But is's kinda more like "Ya?" almost European. It's cute, and you can spot the locals by their usage of this. Like the native LA folk who say, "take THE 101 to THE 380."
We are headed back to the north shore today to eat at some place that had such amazing food the first time Manoa went, that she has been afraid to go back out of fear it won't be as good. (I'm serious!) And then we're hoping to beach it a bit and run into someone from Lost who doesn't weigh 400 pounds. (That's the only person from the show that she's seen). She just told me that she thinks he only weighs 250. I don't think she could get a job at Carnival guessing people's weights. Maybe their birthdays.
Oh, and kids--my hair is a struggle. I have started wearing it in a Princess Leia fashion which I think is cute. No one else has said that, but I think they are just jealous they didn't think of it first. The curls will not be contained!!
Have a great day you fine people!
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
iPod Abbreviated Results
These are the songs I use for working out and more UP kind of things. So it is not a true rep of my iPod--but I was curious to see how it turned out. Kinda like checking the 8 Ball...
How does the world see you?
Push it –Salt and Peppa
Will I have a happy life?
Be Our Guest—Beauty and the Beast
What do my friends really think of me?
Life’s a Show—Buffy the Vampire slayer—the musical (Seriously)
Do people secretly lust after me?
Lithium—Nirvana
How can I make myself happy?
California Dreamin—Mamas and the Papas
What should I do with my life?
Friends in Low Places—Garth Brooks
Will I ever have children?
Another One Bites the Dust—Queen
What is some good advice for me?
U Can’t Touch This—MC Hammer
How will I be remembered?
Its Ur Birthday—50 Cent
What is my signature dancing song?
Crazy Little Thing Called Love--Queen
What do I think my current theme song is?
When You Believe—Whitney and Mariah
What does everyone else think my current theme song is?
Satellite—Astro Lounge
What song will play at my funeral?
Crazy--Aerosmith
What type of men do you like?
Crying--Aerosmith
What is my day going to be like?
Give me One Reason—Tracy Chapman
How does the world see you?
Push it –Salt and Peppa
Will I have a happy life?
Be Our Guest—Beauty and the Beast
What do my friends really think of me?
Life’s a Show—Buffy the Vampire slayer—the musical (Seriously)
Do people secretly lust after me?
Lithium—Nirvana
How can I make myself happy?
California Dreamin—Mamas and the Papas
What should I do with my life?
Friends in Low Places—Garth Brooks
Will I ever have children?
Another One Bites the Dust—Queen
What is some good advice for me?
U Can’t Touch This—MC Hammer
How will I be remembered?
Its Ur Birthday—50 Cent
What is my signature dancing song?
Crazy Little Thing Called Love--Queen
What do I think my current theme song is?
When You Believe—Whitney and Mariah
What does everyone else think my current theme song is?
Satellite—Astro Lounge
What song will play at my funeral?
Crazy--Aerosmith
What type of men do you like?
Crying--Aerosmith
What is my day going to be like?
Give me One Reason—Tracy Chapman
Leaving on a Jet Plane
In a scant 24 hours, I will be in Hawaii, and it really couldn't come soon enough for me. Except for the fact that I am presently watching Lost, it is 9:45 and I haven't packed a thing. I did go shopping tonight to hopefully impress the locals with my lily white skin and uniquely spirited hair that refuses to be tamed.
Unfortunately, my voice is gone AGAIN which is frustrating because,well, I like to talk Plus I love to meet people on planes, and I feel like I'll be the sick person no one wants to sit next to. I'm going to load up on pills to mask my condition, so hopefully no one will be the wiser.
I will not be attending Easter this year, which is a bummer because it is one of my favorite holidays with my fav people. Alas, my contribution is typically to incite an arguement with the Hansen elders, so I'll leave it to the Kid to bring up the rights of immigrants. Of course, the Kid probably agrees with their position (which is shocking as a UCSC grad), so maybe someone else will step up with my dissenting opinion.
I think I'm going to do the iPod thingy now, so a second post is forthcoming. THEN I'll pack. Promise!
Unfortunately, my voice is gone AGAIN which is frustrating because,well, I like to talk Plus I love to meet people on planes, and I feel like I'll be the sick person no one wants to sit next to. I'm going to load up on pills to mask my condition, so hopefully no one will be the wiser.
I will not be attending Easter this year, which is a bummer because it is one of my favorite holidays with my fav people. Alas, my contribution is typically to incite an arguement with the Hansen elders, so I'll leave it to the Kid to bring up the rights of immigrants. Of course, the Kid probably agrees with their position (which is shocking as a UCSC grad), so maybe someone else will step up with my dissenting opinion.
I think I'm going to do the iPod thingy now, so a second post is forthcoming. THEN I'll pack. Promise!
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Ass, Grass, or Cash--no one rides for free
I recently heard the title of this blog, and I have to say that circle gets that square. As in--hits the nail on the head. If you're riding along, you need to throw down a little somethin' somethin if you expect anything from this kid. That is just a personal gripe that needed to be vented, and I'll move on...
Lately I've been down and out and oddly emotional for a girl whose mother says she has a heart of stone. (What kind of mother would say that? The same kind that gets called "Butterface" by her daughter...) Work has just been an ass kicker--lemme give you the dealio mi amigos:
Our secretary (who just started in October and was pretty harassed by some of the staff) up and quit on Friday;
The district just announced that effective August 2007 as part of a whole district shake-up, our school will switch from k-3 to k-5;
A kid overheard a 2nd grader saying he would shoot his teacher with a bb gun. The kid was suspended, and although the teacher asked, the principal and district thought he should stay in the same class. So when he returned to school yesterday, the teacher called the police because she felt unsafe and the kid (who is SEVEN) was arrested and now has a juvie record.
But on the happy side of things:
I got to teach the chicken dance and the hokey pokey.
Going to Hawaii one week from today. Loving that. Manoa Missy kicks ass!
It's almost my birthday!
My friend out of the blue told me in a public place that I have nice legs. That was really nice. Glad I shaved!
I just started a laugh out loud funny book. Me Talk Pretty One Day. G-reat. Thanks Mingle!
I found the answer to a pressing question in Cosmo. It was a moment like when I first read that book He's just not that into you. you know, when men don't call, it's generally because they don't want to talk to you. If you call and ask, that will be pretty much what you get out of the conversation. So I saved myself that trouble. Woo hoo!
I suppose this karmatic (word?) payback for my barley pop friend, damn. Why is my life so even steven? I'm so Jerry Seinfeld. I think I'll throw a 20 out the window and see if I can create some luck.
Another thing is becoming a bit chillingly apparent. I am beginning to think (based on the people that I seem to be attracting lately), that there seems to be no way to avoid a relationship with a divorcee/father. (This is not a fun thought). This is of course if the relationship with the single, short person who works outside doesn't come to fruition.
So I'm thinking I need to get a little Demi Moore and forget the peeps in their 30s. Because they're just going to be 40 soon. Which is surprisingly followed by 50. And who wants to date someone 50?
Lately I've been down and out and oddly emotional for a girl whose mother says she has a heart of stone. (What kind of mother would say that? The same kind that gets called "Butterface" by her daughter...) Work has just been an ass kicker--lemme give you the dealio mi amigos:
Our secretary (who just started in October and was pretty harassed by some of the staff) up and quit on Friday;
The district just announced that effective August 2007 as part of a whole district shake-up, our school will switch from k-3 to k-5;
A kid overheard a 2nd grader saying he would shoot his teacher with a bb gun. The kid was suspended, and although the teacher asked, the principal and district thought he should stay in the same class. So when he returned to school yesterday, the teacher called the police because she felt unsafe and the kid (who is SEVEN) was arrested and now has a juvie record.
But on the happy side of things:
I got to teach the chicken dance and the hokey pokey.
Going to Hawaii one week from today. Loving that. Manoa Missy kicks ass!
It's almost my birthday!
My friend out of the blue told me in a public place that I have nice legs. That was really nice. Glad I shaved!
I just started a laugh out loud funny book. Me Talk Pretty One Day. G-reat. Thanks Mingle!
I found the answer to a pressing question in Cosmo. It was a moment like when I first read that book He's just not that into you. you know, when men don't call, it's generally because they don't want to talk to you. If you call and ask, that will be pretty much what you get out of the conversation. So I saved myself that trouble. Woo hoo!
I suppose this karmatic (word?) payback for my barley pop friend, damn. Why is my life so even steven? I'm so Jerry Seinfeld. I think I'll throw a 20 out the window and see if I can create some luck.
Another thing is becoming a bit chillingly apparent. I am beginning to think (based on the people that I seem to be attracting lately), that there seems to be no way to avoid a relationship with a divorcee/father. (This is not a fun thought). This is of course if the relationship with the single, short person who works outside doesn't come to fruition.
So I'm thinking I need to get a little Demi Moore and forget the peeps in their 30s. Because they're just going to be 40 soon. Which is surprisingly followed by 50. And who wants to date someone 50?
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