More about Griswold
Current mood: nervous
Category: Pets and Animals
Remember Griswold the squirrel? Apparently Jay needs companionship while I'm gone, and the cat & dog just don't cut it anymore.
When you click on it to make it bigger, you will notice a grainy quality. This is because your humble narrator and photographer was safely behind the closed screen door so there would be no face-eating of des by Griswold.
BUT Jay admits that the squirrel did try to eat his toes. You see? My face would be next. I'm not crazy paranoid.
Driving home from work today, the sky looked totally super cool. It was a most interesting shade of blue, with white fluffy clouds set in several straight lines. I lucked out (?) and was first at a stoplight, which gave me just enough time to snap a picture. Hey remember when I used to use my phone-cam all the time? Yeah, I had to do that again.
I know it's not the bestest picture ever, but for a phone-cam, it's pretty damn awesome. I like that it looks like I played with the color. And yet I didn't, you know, because of the whole cell phone thing.
thank you eharmony!
Current mood: amused
Category: Life
Yesterday Jay & I went to eat tasty tasty Mexican food. We were having fun already, but we got to observe a couple sitting a few tables away. From a variety of components we easily discerned that this was a first date. Their table was angled so that the guy was facing us and the woman faced away.
The first thing we noticed was the man's stance in his chair: leaning intently towards the woman, with one fist under his chin, the other arm looking like the brace for arm wrestling. His legs were in a state of readiness: if terrorists attacked Azteca in Madison Heights, he could spring into action at any time.
This body language denoted not only his military background (which would become even more clear in the course of conversation), but also that he was the dominant player in the conversation. This would also become more evident as time progressed, especially as he used phrases like "that's when I made the decision...". He was ripe for amateur psycho-analysis, which I am awesome at.
What's a good topic for conversation on a first date? Religion, of course. When we started paying attention to the couple, we heard this lovely snippet:
I once knew a guy from San Antonio, Texas who jumped onto a hand grenade to save 6 of his buddies. He made sure that he had "atheist" stamped on his dog tags. So even though he didn't think there was a Heaven, he was willing to die to save people's lives.
This of course led to more stories relating to war, another excellent 1st date topic. In his mind, it was a perfect time to bring up this hilarious anecdote:
...They have scars and cuts and stuff from when they fell down the hill, but they were holding their rifles, so it was kinda funny.
I for one find it uproariously funny when people holding guns fall down hills.
You know that the natural progression from stories involving guns is to talk about hunting. Yet another award-winning conversation starter on a 1st date. From this, we learned that the guy really likes eating duck, but isn't so fond of the 9 months it takes to prepare it. Luckily, though, "you can make chili out of anything." Even deer, apparently. Sorry, we were too busy laughing to catch all the details of that one.
Around this point, I noticed that the guy had a giant strawberry daiquiri, which was full when we walked in. Even though he was spending all this time talking (I don't think his date had gotten one word in), he had somehow found the time to guzzle his drink. We surmised from this, that he must have been an army ventriloquist. While we were wiping the tears of laughter out of our eyes, the waiter approached them to take their order. Wait a minute, they haven't ordered yet? They were here before us and we have our food already. No wonder the woman hadn't said anything - she was busy studying the menu. But we did get to hear her finally speak. It was totally worth the wait.
You guys aint got no more tomaters?
This gave the man more time to brag about himself. Did you know that he speaks Farso? That's right, not the Persian language Farsi, but Farso, which is apparently a very tricky language (since it doesn't exist). And that he spent 30 days - no wait, I mean 90 days - traveling in Europe? (That was his correction, not mine.) He even had a Native American friend that taught him to live off the land. One time, he met the Chief of Police of South Africa! Impressive, no? And his stories flowed together so seamlessly! It's a shame he "had to get back into shape and get his gun fixed after he got out of the army."
Finally the time came when it was time to talk about her. So he asked her: "I thought you got laid off?"
We were laughing so hard at this fiasco / date that we missed the woman's response. However, our attention was drawn once again when the waiter came over to their table and they asked to move "because the sun was in their eyes." Since I had been openly staring (Jay was a bit more discreet about observing our newfound blog fodder) and we were probably not as quiet as we could have been while repeating their phrases and mocking them, we knew that they were actually moving away from us. Yes, this made us laugh even harder. Oh sorry, were we ruining your date? Are you sure it wasn't you who was doing the ruining?
By this time, we were done with our meal and could hear naught but muffled bragging, so we decided to pack it up. I had been writing furiously in my handy dandy notebook so I didn't forget any of the excellent quotes and my hand was tired anyway. Plus, Jay had had a small "salsa mishap" so it was time to go.
But thank you, eharmony! Even if they didn't find true love, we found a whole afternoon of merriment. Hopefully some of that mirth can be now passed on to you, gentle readers.
Super Amazing Squirrel Video!
Current mood: animated
Category: Pets and Animals
I've mentioned this squirrel before. His name is Griswold and he is Jason's pet (and Mecru's enemy). Jay's been feeding him peanuts for a while and G recognizes his face now and comes a'runnin. Check out this video: Griswold the Squirrel loves pistachios
You can hear at the end where I kinda start to freak out because I still have that whole completely rational fear of a squirrel eating my face. But it was very cute, and he opens those pistachios like a champ.
(The whole time, Mecrutio was sitting there ready to pounce, but too afraid to actually do it.)
it’s good to be right
Current mood: pleased
Category: Life
The steering wheel in my sweet ride started groaning: Time to add more power steering fluid! Hmm... what's this puddle? Didn't I just add fluid?
That went on for a little while until it got to the point where I was adding fluid every single time I got in the car, including to & from home / work at lunch, which involves very few turns. So we had to take it in. Here is the point where you say, "but des, don't you work in an auto shop?" Yes. Yes I do. But I had just started working there and figured they had a bunch of other (paying) cars that were of more importance, than you know, me getting to work.*
So we took it into a shop. (Jason knows a guy. Actually, he knows his mom.) And while the car was being worked on, I was carless at work. Since there are only 10 of us that work there, my lack of car in the lot (and me in the break room for lunch) tipped everyone off to the fact that the Olds was broken. "Why didn't you bring it here? You work in an auto shop!" My boss actually kinda yelled at me. I apologized.
They replaced the steering rack, we paid lotsa money, and when we got the car back, all was well... for about 16 hours - most of which were while we were sleeping. On my way home from work, there was no power steering fluid left. At all. We did the whole refilling / puddle observing thing again for a coupla days, then finally had the guys at work check it out. They cleaned everything off with a power washer, and told me the leak was not the (brand new) rack, it was the pressure sensor switch, which is directly above the rack.
So we took the car back in to the shop, with the purpose of either a) getting it fixed - actuallyfixed - for no more additional money or, b) getting that money back. I used my smart cookie powers to repeat what I had been told. "It might be the pressure sensor switch, or the seal between them" I said to the grease monkeys that were previously speaking only to Jason because he's the boy it's his car. I felt like they kinda brushed me off, but when the guys called him to report they said "your girlfriend was right; it was the pressure sensor." They fixed that for free, and threw in a coupla other things because they felt bad. So that was good. I wish we hadn't had to pay so much money, but at least the car works now.
And even though I was just playing parrot and spouting what I'd heard, I got all warm and fuzzy when the mechanic guys admitted that "your girlfriend was right." I'm the girlfriend there. And I was right.
ps - I am picking up some tricks of the trade, so I'm not a total ignoramus.
* It turns out that me getting to work is more important than those expensive pretty cars out in the shop, btw.
how to make someone’s hard work completely fruitless
Current mood: frustrated
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
One of my many duties at work recently included creating a cool little brochure. I spent a lot of time on it, making it from scratch and showing off my awesomeness and whatever. The whole point of the thing was for me to go down to a car show that's held every Wednesday night and talk people up and hand them pictures and thus bring in more business and myself more paychecks. Tonight being Wednesday, it was a good idea to have these brochures "printed" so I could do the above.
I / we didn't want to print them at work because not counting all the ones I test printed of all the ink and glossy paper that 100 or so full-color brochures require. So off to Kinkos. But apparently Kinkos was too expensive. So calls were made until it was decided to take our precious cargo (read: my USB key) to the UPS store. Yeah, apparently they do printing. Here's why they shouldn't.
Boss 2 came back and reported that the price was much higher than what we were quoted. Then the store called to ask what they were supposed to do. "These double-sided copies are printing out on 3 pages. Huh???" It should be noted here that I didn't use some fancy pants designing software.... I used Microsoft Word. Yeah that's right. So apparently the "insert USB key and press print" directions were too complicated. So I was on my way to the UPS store. Boss 1 decided he was going to come with, and give a nice talking-to to the guy who dared quote us one price then charge us one that was much much higher.
We get to the store and it's a different guy. I felt kinda sorry for him because Boss 1 was clearly angry. Then he handed us our "prints." It was 3 pages instead of 2. This is because someone had changed things around. The guy saw what must have been a disappointed / confused / pissed off look on my face and explained that when he came in to work, the other guy (the same guy that grossly misquoted Boss 1) was "messing" with the file. What messing with? It's a Word file! I did all the messing in the last few days! It was ready to print!
But no. The fonts were changed, which messed up the spacing. 4 out of the 10 pictures had somehow been changed to black & white. Besides defeating the purpose of a color brochure to show our business, I don't even know how he did that. Only one of the copies was double sided, but it was upside down and therefore useless. (And I know that different computers support different fonts and yadda yadda yadda, but again this was very un-fancy Word and if that had been the case then all of the fonts would have been changed since I used the same one throughout the whole brochure.)
Boss 1 got a refund, and we vowed to never use the UPS store for printing again. And that, my child, is why I'm home writing a blog and not out at a car show handing out brochures.
Hi folks, Because I've been soooooo busy at work lately (read: I'm not comfortable enough to blog at work yet - but give it time!) I haven't had much to say. So Good Friend Ernie gave me some burning questions for your reading enjoyment. I think they're pretty good, and I'm not just saying that because they were clearly written for me.
1. What exactly is your beef with capital letters? :) You have excellent spelling and grammar, so I'm curious why you don't capitalize your name.
You know, I used to have a reason. It might not be a very good one. I like using capital letters for emphasis (see Ernie's name above). My name doesn't need any emphasis. I don't even like capitalizing the first word in a sentence, but you'd be surprised at how low people's opinion of you gets when all they know of you is via text and your "bad" grammar. Oh but I do like making capital I because little i is easily overlooked, even when bold.
But thank you for noticing this and my skillz.
2. Favorite Asimov book? Why?
Ummmm I like "I, Robot." It's a bunch of short stories all tied together within a larger frame, and they're all about "rogue" or "freak" robots. And it's nothing like the movie, which is actually based on a different Asimov book - "The Robots of Dawn." I also like... all of them... because they are all very interesting. When I read my favorite author, I am inspired to go write and create great things like him. Of course, I haven't created anything yet, but I will. Someday. Also, Isaac Asimov was a real scientist, writing textbooks and stuff, so that makes the science fiction extra super. Plus, you know, robots.
3. You've lived on both coasts and in the Midwest. Which did/do you like best, and why? Also: before you moved there, did you think all Midwesterners were inbred wheat farmers? If so, has your opinion changed since moving there?
Technically, yes, NYC is on the East Coast, but from my understanding it is nothing like Boston or Maine or the Carolinas. NYC is it's own entity. I enjoyed my time there a lot, though there were some things about big city livin I didn't like... for example being able to hop in your car, drive for 2 hours, and be in the middle of the woods. (Yes, I know it's possible to do that in NYC, but I didn't have a car because it was too expensive - so it was a much bigger hassle than elsewhere.)
One thing I heart about CA is that you can drive a coupla hours in any direction and be in mountains, desert, a redwood forest, a giant city, the beach, or somewhere else completely different. Also all my family and a lot of my friends live there. It will always be my home.
As for the Midwest, I'm getting used to it. People still kinda react to things like dyed hair, tattoos, vegetarianism, etc, but no more than certain towns in CA. I've spent more time trying to convince people that CA and NY are weird rather than acclimate to the Midwest. This is because Midwesterners are the people in sitcoms that I grew up with. People are normal here, which is a bit of an oxymoron since it's not "normal" for me. It's hard for Californians and especially NYers to realize that there is more to the country, and that it is America. California and New York are separate countries. But I like them.
Michigan wins for cheapest cost of living though.
4. How long have you been a vegetarian, and how many times a month do you have to explain that fish aren't vegetables?
I've been an herbivore since I was 18. I had the inkling while I was still in high school, but when you're not in full charge of providing your own food, it's hard to be picky. My mom tried, bless her heart, but didn't get why I was against something like "oyster sauce" in my veggies. When I moved away to college, I went a little crazy and did that whole vegan thing for several years. Then I realized my life would be so much easier if I could eat things I didn't have to make myself. So now I'm not vegan anymore.
I don't have to explain the whole fish thing too often here. I don't know if it's because Michiganders are surprisingly knowledgeable about what constitutes an animal vs. a vegetable (hint: nervous system), or because I don't hang out with new people all that often so everyone already knows my rules. Also, I have a very carnivorous boyfriend that will "help" me eat some things.
5. What was the happiest moment of your life?
Seriously? Like when my daughter was born? Too bad I've never had a daughter. (Or a son, for that matter.) I don't know if I can narrow it down. I've had some good times. There was the time in high school when I won tickets to a Tori Amos / Alanis Morissette concert (for some reason that was better than being told I was validvictorian). It was pretty awesome when my BFF asked me to be her maid of honor. My first kiss with Jay was pretty frickin sweet. I'm sure there were more too, but I try not to focus on "the moment," Either I'm having the best or worst moment of my life every second.
That's a hard question. Maybe I'm just too lazy to put real thought into it.
And now, legal stuff:
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birthdays, bats, and bites
Current mood: adored
Category: Life
(as always, click on the pictures to make them bigger)
Friday the 13th: My bday celebrations begun by going to see Craig Ferguson perform live. Surprisingly, we and the people next to us were the youngest people in the whole crowd. I didn't realize the host of a show that starts at 12:30am had so many gray-haired fans. But it was mucho fun - it felt just like we were at home watching on tv except that he was cussing and wearing more casual clothing than a suit. Also, he did a lot of mocking at some loudmouth lady in the front row. See, here's a picture of him doing that:
It's not the best picture, because my camera doesn't like to zoom in on things in the dark. Also because Jay was interrupted by theater staff threatening to take my camera away (and telling us to keep our feet and drinks off the banister). So blame them.
But it was a good show, and if you get the chance I highly recommend seeing Mr. Craig Ferg in person. Tip: Buy the tickets from the venue so you don't have to pay a huge service charge like we did.
Next morning was Saturday, Flag Day, June 14, the best day ever. I woke up and finally got to get at that pile of presents that's been accumulating and taunting me, thanks to my loving and wonderful boyfriend. Lookie lookie:
Yeah that's right - I can now turn on the magic of colored lights. And even though my job is completely un-Office Space-like, I now have a red stapler that may someday lead to the burning down of a building. And if you look closely, you might think that this collection is for someone less than half my age. However, they are all for me, because even though I am now in my late twenties (yeah, shutup people older than me, I know), Jay knows that I still love things that are fun. I also got this:
Jay tried to find one that said "The Internets are gonna hear about this!" but that would require having it custom made. So now fairly warned be thee, says I.
*And* I also got this from my dear friend Emma:
Both these shirts are consistent with my (newly instituted) mantra to only wear t-shirts that state the truth.
I should mention here that my bday is also Mecrutio's bday. So as I tore open my gifts, I tossed the wrapping paper down to the cat. He played with it for a bit, and then went for a day-long nap. That's a pretty good bday, I'd say. (And yes, he did get a new toy mouse the other day. Its purple.)
So after present fun-ness, it was time for breakfast at our normal haunt, the Big Boy. Because I've been wearing my birthday pins every year since I was 16, the waitress could easily see what kind of special day it was. And since she knew that I didn't want the brownie-ice cream-concoction that people normally get for free on their bdays (it totally didn't go with the strawberry topped pancakes), she took my chocolate shake off the bill. So even though I would have ordered it anyway (who doesn't like a chocolate ice cream shake with breakfast?) we Jay didn't have to pay for it. Yay for free stuff on bdays!
Then, time to go have fun and be edumacated. Off to the Cranbrook Science Center where I got to see bats. Bats! I love bats! Look how cute!
This poor little guy had a broken bat thumb, and a little cast. I learned that bats pee while hanging by their thumbs because for some reason, peeing while hanging upside down doesn't work out. But this little guy couldn't do that - so please don't make fun of the potty on his chest.
I saw lots of bats and owls and flying squirrels and sugar gliders and then other things that weren't alive. It was fun and educational, my favorite type of thing.
When we came home, the dog needed a walk. So we went on a little family jaunt, and since it was such a nice day, I found a stick to throw for Midnight. He got, shall we say, a little overzealous with his stick biting. When he bit the stick, it was the part that my hand was still holding. So I got a nice big dog chomp. And I cried. And my hand was purple and puffy, with proto-puncture wounds. (Luckily for me, a 15-year old dog's teeth are kind of worn down.) But it wouldn't be Flag Day if I didn't get hurt (remember last year when I cracked a rib?), so I accepted my hurt and lots of drugs*.
Then, even though I was injured, we ventured out to the open air mall. I've been needing to replace The Bestest Skirt Ever, so that was the mission. I needed another long flowy skirt that I could wear every day, and repair the seams on multiple times until holes got worn into it that were beyond repair. And I found one! I also found some cute shoes that were $3, and a new wallet to replace my old blue one which had seen better days. In summary, I spent almost a whole paycheck on clothes, books, and other things that I've needed but couldn't buy until I had a job (and had coupons from the stores as bday presents).
All in all, a very good bday. We'll just pretend that my right hand doesn't have a constant ache from being chomped on. And muchas gracias to everyone who sent along bday wishes and warm fuzzies.
* I couldn't be mad at the dog, because it was clearly an accident. And, according to Jay (who would know, because he's known Midnight since the day he - the dog - was born), nobody has ever been hurt by Midnight. So yay for me being the first?
conversations with Frank
Current mood: annoyed
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
So, job is still going well. Sometimes I'm bored, but sometimes I'm not. However, I may have stumbled upon this year's receptionist wars. Except I'm the receptionist. And there is no screaming or extreme urge to stab. Yet. But there's this guy. I'll call him Frank. Well Frank is neither a customer nor a coworker, and my boss said I can say anything I want to him. (It should say something about Frank's personality that my boss has both warned me and given me this freedom.) Here are a few sample convos:
Frank, on noticing that my polka dotted tights matched my polka dotted shoes (because I'm awesome like that): Nice slacks. Me, and everyone else: Slacks??? Me: Actually, they're tights. Frank: Well they match your shoes. It's pretty good, for a girl.
I'm not sure if he meant that it looked good, but it wasn't for him because males don't generally match their shoes to their "slacks", or that he was impressed that a girl had the skillz to dress herself.
Then:
Frank, pointing in my general direction: Does anyone own that? me: Does anyone own what? Frank: The ring. me: Well *I* own it. Frank: But are you married? Or is it dimestore? me: No, but my boyfriend did give it to me. It was an xmas gift.
Again, not sure. Does someone own me? Even if I was married, my husband wouldn't own me. And since the ring was a gift, *I* still own it, regardless of what it represents. And dimestore? A wedding ring must be expensive? Yeah hi, have we met? I'm not in to that whole expensive jewelry thing. (and FYI, the ring came from ebay. I didn't tell Frank that though.)
A new day:
Frank, walking into the office and seeing me at my computer: Gee, don't you hate it when it's busy? (And this was said in the same tone as hot enough for ya? which I'm sure he also says.) me: Actually, I am busy.
Apparently if there are no customers in the office, then the office chick has nothing to do. Nevermind that our business is not like a retail store. My research - you know, my job - has nothing to do with personal interaction. Thank jebus Frank is there to provide some!
I'm sure you'll get to hear more about my fun with Frank.
So I've been at my super new job for a full week now. You can tell by the phrase "super new job" that I am super enjoying it still. des is happy when she comes home from work. I feel like an old* fuddy duddy though because sometimes (younger) New Neighbor Friends start hang-out time at 10pm, and that's when I begin to think about starting to get ready for bed. But they don't wake up at 6:30 in the morning. Oh well.
And, I even got a paycheck yesterday. Wow! Boss asked how I liked it so far, and I said "keep those checks coming, and I'll keep doing my work." This is true. Speaking of doing my work, here's an anecdote. You can decide later if it's humorous or not.
Because of the type of business I'm in (doesn't that sound shady?) we generally only have a coupla customers at any given time. So when we're working on a car, we get to know the guy (and yes, it's so far been only men) that owns it. So there's this one guy who calls. Eighteen times a day. Sometimes, seriously, just to chat with me. He's not rude or anything, he just figures that since he's spending an excess amount of money with us, he has a right to talk to us. Anyway so the other day, this guy was actually in the shop. He came in the office (where me and the air conditioning live) and saw me using my computer. So he saunters over. "What are you doing?" I wanted to say, um, working? but that whole "be nice to the customers" thing made me say something else. "I'm doing research to find the most cost effective parts for us to buy and use on the cars." *pause* "But not on my car, right?" "Well these aren't for your car. I actually already finished looking up the 73 necessary parts for your car. This is for someone else now. I managed to find lots of great deals, so we can pass the savings on to you!" *pause, as he realizes what my job is and how it benefits him* "Oh, well thank you."
I hadn't stopped actually working during this conversation. I was being polite, but trying to send the signal that I was busy enough to not chat. He did get the hint, and wandered back to the land of Narnia.
But so, yeah. I like my job. It's good stuff, interesting work, AND I get a paycheck every week. Sweet.
*Not to mention that my birthday is in a week from today!
ps - sorry I haven't been up to my normal internet usage lately. I come home from work, watch my tivo, then go to bed. Gimme some time to acclimate, and I'll be back to reading / writing / commenting / playing games / whatever soon enough.
hot preview of action figure des
Current mood: talkative
Category: Quiz/Survey
One of the surveys I was reading (but not doing anywhere except in my head) had a question that said "If there was an action figure of you, what things would it say?" and I thought it was interesting. So I've devoted a whole blog to it. Because as we all know, I often say interesting things.
1. There's a Simpsons episode where... Yes, I have 8 seasons of this show on DVD. And whenever I say I have something on DVD, that means that I have every line of every episode memorized. I used to run with a bad crowd, and our conversations consisted mostly of Simpsons quotes. Old habits die hard, and so even though these Michiganders are familiar with the show, they might not have them down to a precise science like I do. Because of this, I am often heard to say the above quote. Some people can relate Seinfeld to any situation. I can do that with the Simpsons. It's an "S" thing I guess.
2. Why? And not in a "mommy, why is the sky blue" kind of way. I mean "you're on the freeway yet you're braking. Why?" kind of way. This is often something I say to myself on the way to or from work, because even in my 10 minute commute I hit stupid traffic. I also say it if Jayson pokes me in the ribs or something. Why? Why would you torture me so? I say it other times too. It's a very useful word. Oh yeah, and usually it's a yell. WHY? AAAaarg!
3. I know. Sometimes in the Craig Ferg way "I know!" and sometimes in a robotic know it all way with a shrug of the shoulders and a tiny nod. People often tell me things that I already know, either because they are underestimating me (because we've never met) or they don't realize that I already have a stored vat of useless trivia and they are trying to impress me. I appreciate the effort, so I try not to be bitchy. It's the ones that don't get the subtle hint of "I know" that make me turn into Bitchdes.
So like, feel free to do this little activity too. Take a few days to listen to yourself. And then tell me about it.
How was my first day of my new job? Great! I walked in and I don't have a computer. Or a desk. So I get to spend my day between wandering around and talking to people and working on the boss' computer.
When I started my task for the day - that's right, task, in the singular - the boss left to go buy me those necessary things. As soon as he left, his computer (remember, the one I was using) decided to break. Both the wireless mouse and the wireless keyboard decided not to communicate with the pc. Not only was my document going untyped, but the computer went into sleep mode and there was no way to revive it. Eventually that problem was fixed when the boss came back. So then the next step was to print.
That's right, print. 15 copies of a 17-page document&183; What could go wrong? Maybe I could run out of paper. And then have to go find the boss and ask for another ream. Then, the new paper could jam the printer and I have to go find the boss again* to find out how to open up his printer. Then I could run out of ink, so the boss has to actually run to the store and buy more.
I spent a lot of time bugging the boss. True, none of it was actually my fault. But I didn't feel super about my first day.
(ok, actually, aside from the mishaps, it was an awesome first day. Everyone was really nice-like, inviting me to lunch in the break room several times and talking to me like I was already one of the gang. It's an awesome company and I'm sure you'll hear much more about it soon.)
* at this point there is ink on my hands. That's how you know I have a job, btw.
a spirited observation
Current mood: breezy
Category: Life
I've noticed that people drink a lot more when I'm not around.
I dunno if it's because I'm not such a big drinker myself, or because my absence creates a void that only alcohol can fill. But either way, there are generally grave consequences that involve vomit and headaches to say the least. I often hear something to the effect of "this wouldn't have happened if you were here."
Of course, I don't suffer these consequences, because I'm not there. Maybe I miss some fun, maybe some drama, but I'm probably enjoying myself in a different way while others are getting plastered.
And wow, reading that, I notice I sound a little too preachy at the end there. I'm not passing judgment, as I do partake in a bit of the drink myself. I just don't do it as much as others do. And I never vomit the next morning.
you had to be there
Current mood: amused
Category: Pets and Animals
First, watch this video. Actually, you only have to watch the first few seconds of it to be relevant to this blog post, but it's all funny.
So we are always singing the tune "What did we learn on the show tonight, Craig?" complete with the little merow at the end. And now that we have a tivo (because we are 5 years behind the times) we get to watch Craig Ferguson any time of the day we want. Actually, Craig played a great part in the decision to get a tivo because now that I'm back in the working world (starting Monday) I can't stay up so late anymore. BUT I digress.
So we were preparing to watch Craig at 6 in the evening rather than 12:30am. Mecrutio and I were standing in the doorway enjoying the sun, and Jay started the song. Then before I got a chance to do the merow, Mecru chimed in and did it for me. Granted, Mecru is not a tiny kitten anymore, so his merow was a tiny bit deeper and longer, but it was timed and toned perfectly.
It made me laugh so hard I cried, which in turn made Jay laugh, and meanwhile Mecrutio was utterly confused.
But yeah, you probably had to be there.
ps - the day before my birthday (which is this year a Friday the 13th!) Jay and I are going to see Craig live. I plan on laughing so hard I cry, and then telling all the internets about it a few days later.
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