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Ok, I had to post something to move that pic of Asslee down the page. Yuk.

This has been a sucky week for personal reasons. I'll be glad when it's done and I'm over it. It'll take me a long time to get over it, but over it I shall get.

So tomorrow I get on a plane. I always stress about flying. ALWAYS!!! Right now Chicago appears to not be expecting rain tomorrow or even next Saturday so I'm praying that it stays that way and that I have somewhat smooth layovers.

My desk at work is as clean and straight as it's gonna be. My supervisor is stressed about me not being here next week. I have a feeling it'll be ok. I just hope they can find files in the file cabinets.

In other news, my cell phone battery is on its last legs. So I'm guessing I'll buy one next week. That and I can't find my headphones (ear buds) for my iPod. If I can't find those, I will cry.

Ewwww...

Ok, she doesn't even look like herself anymore. Who knew a nose job and a vapid look would completely change one's face?

The Grand Gesture

My friend, we'll call him Natt*, called last night to get my thoughts on him making a trek like 10 states away to try and win back the woman he loves. Sweet, right? Well she's kinda dating someone. He told me I'd know if he went by posting a certain line from a movie on his blog. "I gotta see about a girl"

So of course this has me thinking about the grand gesture and how it only happens in movies or when a guy is proposing. Proposals aside, do women want that? Or do we want a lot of little gestures that are more consistent? It doesn't seem like very many of us experience both. I think the grand gesture can come with a price. Say he makes this trip, she dumps the current boyfriend for him and they get together. Will his expectations now be too high? Will the phrase, "I drove across the country for you" always be in the back of his mind?

He and I had quite a long conversation about this potential trip. I told him that I wasn't going to give advice on whether to go or not go. When it comes to stuff like this people usually already have the answer but need someone to talk them in or out of it. But, being the good counselor/listener that I am, I asked a ton of questions. I think I even managed to bring up stuff that he hadn't considered.

I'll let you know. The cynic in me is guessing he doesn't go. The romantic in me hopes he does. The friend in me hopes his heart doesn't get broken.


*Names have been changed to protect the lovelorn

Why? Why? Why? Grrr...

I just needed to get that out. Moving on...

My split ends are getting really interesting. I don't even curl my hair much anymore and my hair is still really damaged. I'm at the point where I'm tempted to just chop it off. We're talking a good 8 - 10 inches people. And that would take it right above my shoulder so I'd still have some length. I'd love to go to that hair dude on What Not To Wear. I respect what he does with a razor. Actually what I'll probably do is make an appointment with a stylist at my old salon so I can get it cut over Thanksgiving when I'm back in LA. Speaking of which, it's like 4 days or something until I'm in LA. Here's hoping the storms hold off in Chicago so I have an OK layover. I really despise layovers.

I'm going to go to a place called Noodle Planet when I visit my friend Sarah next week. They have an extensive menu with Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese and Thai dishes. But the best part are the Thai slushes. Shaved ice to which you add boba, bits of flavored gelatin, fruit, etc. and is then coverered in sweetened condensed milk. Soooo good!

An update...

When my grandmother told me how the guy with no arms and one leg shuts the door to the car, I almost spit out my Diet Coke and gave her a classic, "Are you sh!ttin' me?" Don't worry, I didn't. My big curiosity was about if he makes hard turns. Well he can make hard turns because that's how he shuts the car door. Seriously. He makes a hard right turn and the car door slams shut. No joke. And Katie, there's a computer in the car that assists with the driving. I didn't find out if it talks to him but I bet it does! Holy crap! I inquired as to how old this guy is. My grandmother said about 35 or 36. And in the midst of our giggling she threw in, "He's single if you're interested!" Nice one grandma!

A Saturn, really?

'Sixth Sense' Star in Hospital After Crash

Actor Haley Joel Osment was hospitalized early Thursday after he apparently lost control of his car while heading to his Los Angeles area home, authorities said.
Osment, who was nominated for an Academy Award for his role as a boy who could see dead people in "The Sixth Sense," was driving a 1995 Saturn about 1 a.m. when the car collided with a brick pillar and flipped, said Los Angeles County sheriff's Lt. Greg Sisneros.
The 18-year-old actor was awake and talking following the crash, Sisneros said. He had been alone in the car and was taken to Huntington Hospital in nearby Pasadena.
Sisneros had no information on his condition, and an emergency-room receptionist said no one under that name was at the hospital.
Osment is set to appear in the upcoming "Home of the Giants." In the film, he plays a high school journalist covering a basketball team as it heads toward the state championship.
La Canada Flintridge, a suburb of Los Angeles, is about 14 miles northeast of downtown.

Ok, let me start off by saying I have ABSOLUTELY nothing against Saturns. I think they're great cars and getting cuter every time they release a new one. Have you seen the new roadster? Very good looking car.

And of course I should note that, more important than my views on Saturns, I really hope he's ok.

But why is a kid who has starred in a bunch of big movies driving a Saturn that's more than 10 years old? He's got to get great residuals and he's got some stuff coming out so it's not like he's hard up for money. I'm guessing A) he doesn't really care about cars or B) his parents are strict and wouldn't let him buy something flashier. But at least let the kid buy something that was made this century.

Hello. My name is Alisa and I like Charo

I keep seeing Charo lately and maybe I'm delusional from the heat (& humidity) but she's kind of amusing. She had the best line on VH1's I Love the 70's. They were talking about the song, "Dream the Impossible Dream" from The Man of La Mancha. Charo threw in her 2 cents, "I have a dream that's impossible. To talk normal." I just thought that was soooo cute! There are celebs who try to come off like they don't take themselves seriously but end up looking like idiots, I'm talking to you Hasslehoff. But Charo knows no one understands her and she has fun with it. Granted, I could do without the cuchi-cuchis, but overall I think she's a fun old lady.

Here's something for you to ponder. How does a man with no arms and one leg drive a car? I will find out the answer tonight when my grandmother calls my uncle to get details. At first I assumed the dude had absolutely no arms but I later found out there are upper arms and nothing from the elbow down. I'm guessing the steering wheel has something attached to it that he can slip his stubs into. And you really only need the one leg for the gas and break. But my question is how does he make hard turns? The funny part of this was that my aunt said something along the lines of him not really being that good of a driver. You would think that someone with a disability and a drivers license would really try to master it. Apparently not.

Confederate views

I haven't posted on anything truly southern in a while. We got a newsletter from the SC division of the Sons of Confederate Veterans. The headline was questioning whether The State newspaper is really printed in South Carolina. It's not an article questioning the location of where the paper is printed either. These guys just don't like the views of the writers and something about them being inconsistent when writing about the past.

Whatever.

The blurb I liked best was:
Congressional Record: March 2 1928
Senate Joint Resolution No. 41

A war was waged from 1861 to 1865 between two organized governments: the United States of America, and the Confederate States of America. These were the official titles of the contending parties. It was not a "Civil War", as it was not fought between two parties within the same government. It was not a "War of Secession", for the Southern States seceded without a thought of war. The right of a state to secede had never been questioned. It was not a "War of Rebellion", for soverign, independent states, co-equal, cannot rebel against each other. It was a War Between the States because twenty-two non-seceding states made war upon eleven secdeing states to force them back into the Union of States. It was not until after the surrender of 1865 that secession was decided to be unconstitutional.

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I wish I had something of interest to post. I've gone like over a week with no injury so that's good. And it's 12 days until I'm in LA. Also good. I just found out that the guest house we're staying in for most of the week has no TV. Yikes. Maybe we can watch some movies on my Dad's laptop. Actually I probably won't be in the house much and it'll give my FauxVo at home a good workout.

Even though I got a lot of sleep and my normal amount of exercise this weekend, I'm still beat today. I'm wondering if it's a side effect from my new medication. I used my naps as an excuse to not do any moving of furniture this weekend. Plus who wants to move stuff by themselves?

Luckily my supervisor is out this week. And a co-worker down the hall who happens to live near me needs rides to and from the car dealership tomorrow and Wednesday which means I get to leave a wee bit early a couple of days. Righteous!

Morality? BORE-ality!

I never knew ordering pizza could be such fun! I went out to walk my dog and saw a $5 on the ground. At first I was thinking, "Ooooh! That'll get me a magazine and some skittles." I realized the pizza guy must have dropped it. Then I remembered it was my very generous grandmother who paid for the pizza and it really should be hers. So I went to tell her about finding the $5 and she said exactly what I thought she'd say, "You have to call Pizza Hut and tell them." She was right. It was the nice thing to do. I called and had the funniest conversation with the woman on the other end. It consisted of her not having the delivery guy on record and me not remembering what he looked like, "If he's not 6'3" with bulgng muscles, I tend not to remember what a delivery guy looks like." She agreed with me. She said, "I don't want to sound weird but did he have woman's eyes?" I replied with a giggle and a, "Huh?" I said all that I remembered was that he had a hat on. I'd be horrible if I was interviewed by police. She ended the conversation with how impressed she was that I even called. I was impressed too. Well he showed up, I gave him the $5 (yes, reluctantly) and noticed that he did kind of have eyes that should be on a woman. Odd.

Um, duh

Jackie, I guess I only had your email at my last job. I'm a dork. Can you email me your address? I promise to save it this time.

2 Days, no injuries.

Saturday and Sunday went off without a hitch. No injuries and part of that could be due to me not consuming any alcohol at the baseball game Saturday night. One pop fly came right towards me and Debra and her new friend (the park's GM) laughed because I think I overreacted a bit. I explained my luck with things flying towards me and they seemed to understand. I baked and didn't burn my hand! I walked around barefoot in the backyard and didn't step on any pointy little bits of stuff that falls from the trees and sticks in my feet like little bastard porcupines. I even shaved and didn't nick myself.

Not much else to report. Work sucks. I'll be in LA in 19 days and will miss all the hard labor. Shhh, don't tell anyone at work! And supposedly the movers will be meeting me back at home on August 6th. I can't believe I'm going to be responsible for that. Ugh. What's the protocol? Do I order pizzas or sandwiches? I don't tip them, right? I really hope they don't come early. I don't want my poor grandmother to have to deal with it.

Dang!

Ok, so I made it Wednesday and Thursday with no injury. I was doing really well today until I decided to adjust the files in this one file drawer. I scratched my left ring finger on the tracks in the bottom of the drawer. The tracks are there for separators. These separators have been a pain before. Luckily I get to order new file cabinets this year. Ones without mean separators.

We're 1 Day With No Injuries!

I am just clumsy enough that I decided to keep track of how often I don't do something to injure myself. Tuesday I made these fabulous kebabs but ended up stabbing myself in the palm with one of the skewers. Yesterday went with no incident, yay for me. So hopefully I can finish out the week without injuring myself. I'm not holding my breath thugh because I'm going to a baseball game Saturday night and there's potential for free beer.

Alone again...

My drive to work should ALWAYS be that smooth. It does suck that I had to come in today but it'll be nice to not have anyone else around. I was turning on my computer and noticed something dark on the inside of my wrist. I realized it was a mosquito and so I smacked it. Ok, before I smacked it I did utter, in my best Dirty Harry type voice, "I hope you're enjoying that, punk!" Well I got blood all over my hand and my wrist. Ick! I guess I always need to spray myself with OFF! before I leave the house. Speaking of OFF! I have PJs that say OFF! all over them and I wore them while in Africa.