Current mood: ecstatic
Ok, I'm a dork. I signed up for a sewing class. I really want to be able to fix my own clothes.
And so I'm learning. Not to use needle and thread, but a full-on dangerous sewing machine with electricity and everything.
For my first project I made a drawstring bag that works. That was pretty exciting.
But just now, I just hemmed my pants. They were too long so I couldn't wear them.
And I hemmed them. And it's right, and great and perfect.
And I'm so excited.
You have no idea.
The simplest thing of hemming a pair of pants has me bouncing off the walls.
I am such a dork.
But my pants are spectacular!
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Mysterious mail
So.
I get back from lunch today and there's this package that's been sitting in our office awhile. I decide I've had enough of this and I open the mystery package. It's a large box. I guessed it was a box to pack things in since we recently moved. Not so!
This is one crazy box. Here's some of what was in it (just the sign, not the girl):
I unfolded it and opened the box and on one side it said this:
Peculiar, yes. But wait, it gets better. The other side said this:
(click for larger image)
Step one is all you need and I particularly like the illustration they include. Step two isn't nearly as funny. Oddly enough Step three is profit! (just kidding, there is no step three, I made that up.)
Well, anyway. With the way this week has been, you can't be too safe. I made Shelly get in the box.
If you need us, we'll be at work, in a cardboard box that looks like a filing cabinet. Bring snacks.
I get back from lunch today and there's this package that's been sitting in our office awhile. I decide I've had enough of this and I open the mystery package. It's a large box. I guessed it was a box to pack things in since we recently moved. Not so!
This is one crazy box. Here's some of what was in it (just the sign, not the girl):
I unfolded it and opened the box and on one side it said this:
Peculiar, yes. But wait, it gets better. The other side said this:
(click for larger image)
Step one is all you need and I particularly like the illustration they include. Step two isn't nearly as funny. Oddly enough Step three is profit! (just kidding, there is no step three, I made that up.)
Well, anyway. With the way this week has been, you can't be too safe. I made Shelly get in the box.
If you need us, we'll be at work, in a cardboard box that looks like a filing cabinet. Bring snacks.
Friday, October 5, 2007
Scary Chinese Lady
Current mood: bored
So, it's been a generally crappy week but I don't want to talk about it.
Instead I'll talk about scary chinese lady.
My work moved and this entire week I was all by myself in the new office. This means a few things:
1. I was the youngest person in the office. (although I think I was before...)
2. I was the hottest person in the office. (yeah, me!)
3. I was the shortest person in the office. (tee hee)
4. I was the smartest person in the office. (that's right)
Now, you could also say I was the oldest, ugliest, tallest, dumbest person in the office this week, but that isn't nearly as much fun.
So, because we moved, yesterday I had to go get our mail. We can't get our mail forwarded, it's stupid and complicated so I have to go get it. While I go get it I'm stopping in at Panda Express to get some terrifically unhealthy lunch.
There's this scary lady who works there and she makes me nervous. From 20 feet away she spots me and screeches,
"WECLOMEPANDAEXPRESSYOUWANTSAMPLE?!?"
Uh, no, I stammer. I just want to order food.
"WHATYOUWANTORDER!?"
Uh... rice... chicken.... orange chicken....
"YOUWANTEGGROSPRINGRO!?
No, thanks.
"YOUWANTDRINKSOMETING!?"
No, it's to go.
"YOUSURENOWATERFREENOCHARGE?!"
Um.. no.
"FIVETWENTYNINE!"
I give her my money and leave but everytime I leave this place after working with her - even though I've only completed a transaction - I feel as if somehow I just lost a fight with a crazy loud chinese woman.
Maybe she thinks she's really friendly but she's scary. Like maybe Godzilla thought he was friendly and everybody just took it the wrong way.
So, it's been a generally crappy week but I don't want to talk about it.
Instead I'll talk about scary chinese lady.
My work moved and this entire week I was all by myself in the new office. This means a few things:
1. I was the youngest person in the office. (although I think I was before...)
2. I was the hottest person in the office. (yeah, me!)
3. I was the shortest person in the office. (tee hee)
4. I was the smartest person in the office. (that's right)
Now, you could also say I was the oldest, ugliest, tallest, dumbest person in the office this week, but that isn't nearly as much fun.
So, because we moved, yesterday I had to go get our mail. We can't get our mail forwarded, it's stupid and complicated so I have to go get it. While I go get it I'm stopping in at Panda Express to get some terrifically unhealthy lunch.
There's this scary lady who works there and she makes me nervous. From 20 feet away she spots me and screeches,
"WECLOMEPANDAEXPRESSYOUWANTSAMPLE?!?"
Uh, no, I stammer. I just want to order food.
"WHATYOUWANTORDER!?"
Uh... rice... chicken.... orange chicken....
"YOUWANTEGGROSPRINGRO!?
No, thanks.
"YOUWANTDRINKSOMETING!?"
No, it's to go.
"YOUSURENOWATERFREENOCHARGE?!"
Um.. no.
"FIVETWENTYNINE!"
I give her my money and leave but everytime I leave this place after working with her - even though I've only completed a transaction - I feel as if somehow I just lost a fight with a crazy loud chinese woman.
Maybe she thinks she's really friendly but she's scary. Like maybe Godzilla thought he was friendly and everybody just took it the wrong way.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Saved by Jeff Daniels
Current mood: amused
So, my parents are going to see Joe tomorrow, and they haven't traveled in a while. Since 2001, actually. I've been on about a dozen flights. This year alone. So, they come into my work and it's nice to see somebody. I'm there all alone this week (visit me! drop in!).
Anyway, I check them in for their flights and pick their seats so that they'll likely see Manhattan from the plane... nice stuff like that.
And I have my iPod playing so I don't go crazy, and it's playing one of my current favorite songs. My mom gives me this slightly incredulous look and says, "What IS this music?"
The song is Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge, and the current lyrics in question are stating, "I wanna fucking tear you apart." It's dark, and lustful and dirty and erotic and probably not all that great of a song but I like it. I can feel the tension while the song continues to play.
I shrug and say "I dunno, I have a bunch of stuff on there. Probably about 1,000 songs."
Realistically I have 357 carefully chosen songs on there. Like I can tell my mom I love that song. She'd give me that look again. Her innocent daughter wouldn't listen to such things. Oh mom, you're so cute.
The next song is Jeff Daniels, State Trooper. Parents give me a relieved look. "This is Jeff Daniels, isn't it?" my dad says.
"Yep, sure is," I say. And they change the conversation to how great Jeff is.
So, I don't have to explain my last song choice.
Whew. Thanks Jeff.
Good thing that "P control" by Prince wasn't on. I don't know how to explain that one!
So, my parents are going to see Joe tomorrow, and they haven't traveled in a while. Since 2001, actually. I've been on about a dozen flights. This year alone. So, they come into my work and it's nice to see somebody. I'm there all alone this week (visit me! drop in!).
Anyway, I check them in for their flights and pick their seats so that they'll likely see Manhattan from the plane... nice stuff like that.
And I have my iPod playing so I don't go crazy, and it's playing one of my current favorite songs. My mom gives me this slightly incredulous look and says, "What IS this music?"
The song is Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge, and the current lyrics in question are stating, "I wanna fucking tear you apart." It's dark, and lustful and dirty and erotic and probably not all that great of a song but I like it. I can feel the tension while the song continues to play.
I shrug and say "I dunno, I have a bunch of stuff on there. Probably about 1,000 songs."
Realistically I have 357 carefully chosen songs on there. Like I can tell my mom I love that song. She'd give me that look again. Her innocent daughter wouldn't listen to such things. Oh mom, you're so cute.
The next song is Jeff Daniels, State Trooper. Parents give me a relieved look. "This is Jeff Daniels, isn't it?" my dad says.
"Yep, sure is," I say. And they change the conversation to how great Jeff is.
So, I don't have to explain my last song choice.
Whew. Thanks Jeff.
Good thing that "P control" by Prince wasn't on. I don't know how to explain that one!
Monday, October 1, 2007
I am a rock star
Current mood: accomplished
Yep, you may know my computer was broke. And many hours and lots of swearing later (and a windows xp scan & repair) and more hours.. it works the way it is supposed to. Because I. am. a. rock. star.
I'm so brave, to attempt to fix this piece of crap on my own. Yay me. And, you'll be most pleased to know that my monitor is working as well. I couldn't do it myself. Helpful husband made that work, a little trip to best buy and more hours later, it works the way it's supposed to.
Maybe tomorrow I can get some real work done.
Yep, you may know my computer was broke. And many hours and lots of swearing later (and a windows xp scan & repair) and more hours.. it works the way it is supposed to. Because I. am. a. rock. star.
I'm so brave, to attempt to fix this piece of crap on my own. Yay me. And, you'll be most pleased to know that my monitor is working as well. I couldn't do it myself. Helpful husband made that work, a little trip to best buy and more hours later, it works the way it's supposed to.
Maybe tomorrow I can get some real work done.
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