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Sun, Sand and Barely any Clothes

This is what i'll be doing here shortly, and I can't hardly concentrate today. Besides the fact that it's friday (party on!), it's also my last work day for a bit. I'm heading out to the sunny beaches of Florida. At the resort alone there are ooodles of things to do, but we can run the whole state if we wish (we don't wish because I dont want to spend the entire time cramped in a car) so the fun list is endless. I'm debating on whether I want to drag the laptop with me so I can stay totally 'hooked up' or not. I'm afraid I'll get more attached to my addiction and miss out on some fun. Maybe the stories will have to wait til I get back home (then we chance it that I miss some, if not all, of the info because I will forget). Dunno... i'm still thinking about that one.

Last Minute Tweeking

Just a test b4 i hit the beach in Florida

Finish Line Friday

To finish off the week, I pretty much stole, er, borrowed from other buddies/bloggers/net people.

Stolen from Kel’s page:


Swiped from Topfive.com:

The Topfive.com’s Vocational College Cheers

5. Art school:
"Smash another head! Break another nose!
Let's turn their faces into Picassos!"

4. Truck driving school:
"Give us some Red Bull and pack of Skoal.
'Cause we're driving all night right through your goal!"

3. Modeling school:
"We'll get busy! We'll get hectic!
We'll purge you like an anorexic!"

2. Cosmetology school:
"Your passing sucks, your running fails.
Ohmigod! Who did your nails?!?"

1. Diplomacy school:
"Norway, Sweden, Timbuktu!
We know a nice way to say, 'FU!'"

From my fav humor site, The Onion:

Libra (Sept 23-Oct 23)

During an interview with your son’s grade-school teacher, you’ll be relieved to learn how little you give a shit about how he is doing.

From a fellow Buckeye blogger:

“As much as I love living in Ohio, it is somewhat embarrassing at times. We have some pretty rough times with our beloved (pro) sports teams and we ruin elections as if to say “Yeah, we did it! What are you going to do about it America?” But we do have our Ohio State Buckeyes, and we are still better than Michigan, so it isn’t all bad. So just to show everyone that no matter how long our football team stays number one that we are still good ole’ O-H I-O with a little “de de dee” (a la Carlos Mencia) on the side, here are some dumb laws that actually exist in our state”:

In Ohio:

1. Women are prohibited from wearing patent leather shoes in public.
2. It is illegal to fish for whales Lake Erie on Sunday.
3. It is illegal to get a fish drunk.
4. The Ohio driver’s education manual states that you must honk the horn whenever you pass another car.
5. Participating or conducting a duel is prohibited.
6. Breast feeding is not allowed in public.
7. It is illegal for more than five women to live in a house.
8. It is illegal to mistreat anything of great importance.
9. No one may be arrested on Sunday or on the Fourth of July.

And finally, emailed to me from my Aussie bud, Gab:

Have a magnificent Friday!

On DH Lane...

Apparently, I missed one of our Desperate Housewives moments on our block this past weekend. Last night I walked over to the neighbors house to shoot the breeze and I got to telling him about our weekend of excitment. Little did I know, that excitment had been happening right there in front of my house while I was sleeping!

One of our neighbors has dated just about every single man on our block and it just so happens that when we bought our house, she was dating the guy that sold the house to us. Oh, about last week we noticed that he hadn't been around as much and this little car had been hanging around her house - and spending the night - and taking little junior to school in the mornings. WELL, I guess this past weekend while my neighbor and her new man were counting sheep, semi-old, not quite broke up but almost there, boyfriend came knocking on the door of her house. When she didn't answer he went around to the back and was beating on the windows... broke one of the windows trying to get into her house! There was drama... and I was sleeping thru it!

I guess they still have some feelings for each other, but they are seeing other people... not quite sure whats going on... but it's like high school all over again. *giggle* As my next door neighbor says ' we have desperate housewives happening right here!'

I'm gonna start calling him Carl...

Uncanny Resemblance

Many moons ago, Kerbear and I mentioned how much we loved the quirky sleeper hit, Napoleon Dynamite. Though this flick came out in 2004, his clones continue to walk the earth and one just happens to be this semester’s noon student worker at the gym. Last week as I trudged my hamster-like way on my sleek ebony treadmill, I kept doing double-takes at the lanky, frizzy-haired, bespectacled guy wiping down the machines and thought to myself, “Where have I seen this guy before?” Then it hit me! This was a walking, talking twin of the quintessential nerdboy. I bet he hears that a lot from fellow students. I signed in as usual yesterday and headed for my fav apparatus when I stopped short, whirled around, and marched right back to the desk to firmly request a radio station change. My tender ears simply could not handle dreadful country music for three straight days in a row! He beat a hasty retreat to the dial and quickly flipped over to oldies. *sigh and RME* Later, when he and his equally hirsute-challenged buds drew near, I kindly informed him any music was preferable to country and I appreciated his understanding. I really think a stern look from me will do the trick from now on. :)

In other news, I failed to mention that if you are unable to attend the "Construction Worker Ogling Festival" hosted at the crack of dawn, you are still welcome to join the noontime "Lawn Chair Girl Watching Bash". On balmy days (and they’ve pretty much all been balmy so far), the guys like to park their relaxing kiesters in lawn chairs they apparently keep stored in the onsite trailers and while chowing down watch their favorite channel, "College Girls on Parade." This location is a red-blooded American male’s dream.

The Topfive.com’s 5 Signs You're Having Trouble Adjusting to College

5> Animal Husbandry isn't exactly what you expected when you signed up for it.

4> The good news: You have a 3.5 average.
The bad news: That's your blood alcohol content.

3> You feel so awkward and unpopular that you quit the Young Republicans and join the Junior Reform Party.

2> The friendly wager you made with your new roommate about who would score first apparently has nothing to do with your Pokemon skills.

1> Your mother turns on Dateline's story about college binge drinking just in time to see you vomit on Jane Pauley.

Leo July 23 - August 22
You will once again be left feeling hurt and taken advantage of when a stranger you meet at a bar fails to call after a 21-night stand.

Hopefully this is just Temporary

Something really odd has happened to me today. I can't stomach the taste of Diet Coke! For the first time in all my years of life, I can't get a hit of my favorite drug. I don't know what's wrong... I've grabbed 3 different D.C.'s and only a couple of drinks... and it just tastes nasty. I'm able to put away the water though - which is really good. But still....

Just a Little Crush

I felt it was high time to share ancient crushes and their affect on my vulnerable psyche. :) As you all learned not long ago, I have a weakness for Italian studmuffins, but they are by no means the only species Ms Circe has succumbed to when Cupid’s arrow’s sought out a willing victim. Class, today we will discuss Tony and Dave, circa junior high, my most favorite educational institution of yesteryear.

Very typical of my crushes was Tony, a tall, skinny, cute, blue-eyed Italian smoothly cruising the halls of Adolescentville. Never paid the slightest bit of attention from his quarter, the feeling was most definitely one-sided. My most vivid memory was discovering to my joy and horror I was to be his partner in square-dancing in the gym. Though bitterly complaining the entire time, in reality we had a blast learning the moves though it would be stretching it a bit to pronounce us ‘poetry in motion.’ (Why Cleveland kids had to learn this is beyond me, but then again, most of us can polka). While I cherished the thought of 'do-si-do-ing' with tempting Tony, I had an acute problem with ‘cold hands’ and indeed that was what he remarked upon, much to my total embarrassment. Once again, the wretched earth failed to swallow me and Scotty neglected to beam me aboard to escape my red-faced shame. :( Moving on…

Besides the overwhelming majority of Italian students, we also had a goodly showing of Polish descendants joining me in the educational process. A truly magnificent specimen was sweety Dave. Totally veering from favored darker complexions, this homegrown honey possessed fair hair and azure eyes. Though I have no doubt he understood his power over the fair sex, he was kind enough to befriend undeserving me and his attentions were not unappreciated. But it certainly wasn’t in a girlfriend kinda way. I had shown him a pic of my gorgeous friend Angie (a whole 'nuther subject for another day) and he was entranced, but they never did meet as she went to a different school in a different ‘burb. He and I shared a math class in eighth grade and much to my acute pleasure, sat side by side. I fondly remember the time he jokingly shook pepper into whatever soft drink I had purchased at a store in our mammoth shopping center. Dave was always friendly, easy to talk to, and extremely easy on the eyes—a special guy. My close buddy Karen had the good fortune to reside near him on the other side of town and apparently our teenage longing for Mr Adorable was shared. There was a particular song popular at the time that seemed to speak our unuttered yearnings toward him and we requested it a lot. To further demonstrate his far-reaching charms, many years later yet another childhood friend and fellow nerd-girl, Jeanette, confessed to harboring a secret crush on our darling Dave.

Thumbing through my yearbook, I failed to find his smiling countenance after junior high, so I’m inclined to believe he either dropped out or moved. I later learned of his tragic death in a knife fight with a rival motorcycle gang. What a waste. The guy that could easily chat up both ugly ducklings and beautiful swans was forever lost. But certainly not to Karen, Jeanette and Circe in whose hearts he forever lives.

Just Phuket

This might be our next vacation spot.

Phuket Island in Tailand. The beaches look great, the entertainment sounds fun and the activities seem endless.

IQ 'U'

Though my beloved Browns LOST their Sunday season opener on home turf (what’s up with that???), I did manage to pull off a resounding victory in the FFB arena against the sissy Storm Troopers and that is even more astounding considering I had failed to acquire a tight end! This has now been rectified for this weekend’s match-up against the revolting Raw Dawgs. Nothing like having all your ducks in a row, eh? As of this morning, a sexy coworker has volunteered his manly football expertise and will be sharing coaching duties with the grateful Ms. Circe. He closely scrutinized our team from my computer as we cozily ‘put our heads together’ over possible changes/replacements. This may prove to be a stimulating season! ;)

Just for the heck of it I took one of those online IQ tests last night and scored very close to a previous test from awhile back. This piqued TBC’s interest and though having imbibed beer and currently downing Dominican run, he decided this would be an ideal time to assess his intellectual smarts. Not one to squash an outstanding concept in its gurgling infancy, I reset the quiz for his input and quietly slunk out so as not to impair the intoxicated firing of brain synapses. Eavesdropping from the living room, I overheard loud repetition of questions, muttered pondering, and occasional departures for additional ice. Quelling my curiosity, the exam was finally completed and I raced in to discover the anticipated results. Much to my utter amazement, the score was of decent numbers though trailing mine from a considerable distance. Puffed up like a peacock, he printed out his score so as to bask in the reflected glow of accomplishment. All well and good but he had input our cat's moniker for name so the document tells Stubbs the fine points of his testing abilities. Priceless!

After dramatically fainting upon viewing my last bill, I would change the wording to read Cingular…

Verizon Introduces New Charge-You-At-Whim Plan
August 21, 2006 | Issue 42•34
NEW YORK—Verizon Communications, Inc. announced a new service package for its wireless and residential customers that would charge them widely varying, but always high, fees every month depending how the communications giant feels at the time. "Our Charge-At-Whim packages offer the same mediocre quality and insufferable level of customer service you’ve come to expect," a Verizon spokesman said Tuesday. "But it adds an unjustified, arbitrary and, if you’ll allow us to boast, frankly unjustifiable method of determining just how much you’ll pay for them." Packages start at "oh, $69.99 a month, let’s say?" and went into effect about three or four months ago.

Libra September 23 - October 23
You used think it was your rapier wit and raffish charm that made you attractive to the opposite sex, but as it turns out it's just your orifices.

Oh Happy Day

My intentions at lunch were to just run a quick errand. I had a check I needed to deposit and I needed to get some cashola. I jumped in the MM and while getting situated I spotted a couple of bills that needed to be dropped off at the post office, so I rummaged thru my filing system (console) and found the stamps. Only two left, so that meant I also needed to get stamps, which I might as well do today since I'm dropping off these bills.

I headed off to the bank, signed the check, filled out the deposit slip and sent it on its way to the teller. She messages back ' we need your ID so you can receive cash back '. I go digging for my ID and it is nowhere to be found. I panicked but then quickly realized it's in Richard's wallet. Right where I put it Saturday night so I wouldnt have to carry a purse. I very sweetly push the call button and explain that I don't have my ID with me. 'Just a moment' and she obviously consults with someone. She comes back to tell me that they will go ahead and give me cash but next time I must have my ID with me. Okie dokes...

So on to the post office. I hop out of MM with my bills and cashola in hand to get stamps and when I walk in, a flipping line 15 people deep and one, only ONE, person working the counter. I watched as the other people in front of me seemed irratable - indicating that they'd already waited a good amount of time. The guy working the counter seemed in no hurry. He was helping two little Indian guys (dot, not feather) with a huge adult size box that they were wanting to mail. Counter guy whipped out a tape measure and measured all angles, weighed it, had deep discussions with little guys, measured some more... while the people in line rolled their eyes and huffed and puffed in disgust. I decided that today might not be the day to buy stamps, so I jumped out of line and hopped back in the MM. Just as I was pulling out, the two little guys came waltzing out the front of the post office carrying the adult sized box. They didn't mail it afterall.

I wasn't hungry before, and had no intentions of eating, but at this point I was starving. I drove around the corner to Wendy's and grabbed a salad and a diet coke. I checked the sack and it had all the goods... except a straw. I'd already pulled too far out of the drivethru to grab one, so I had to wing this. I wore white pants today... panic ran thru me. Not only that, but I got the southwest salad... complete with chili. lol

I made it chili-spot and diet coke free!

I got back to work and a friend of mine had sent me an email with this picture attached. Maybe this is a message to me. hahahah

Blogger is taking forever to upload pictures. I sent a mulitmedia picture and it's never shown up... maybe I should just call it a day and go shopping.

Day of Despair

The flawless blue sky portended a typical gorgeous warm September day in Oklahoma. Dressed to reflect the balmy weather, I hopped in the GP only to realize I had forgotten my cell phone. Oh well. This was the first time in the two years I had possessed one that this had ever happened, but no biggie. At approximately 8:30 am CST, one of our comp techs at the time, “J,” and I discussed the upcoming work orders for the day when “B” burst in from the library. While listening to the car radio coming to work he had heard a plane had hit the World Trade Center. “J” and I digested this unusual information as I thought to myself, ‘How can a little plane not see a massive building right in front of it?’ Or maybe the pilot had a heart attack and had wandered into skyscraper territory?' Details were sketchy and he and “J” left my office. Quite soon thereafter the unthinkable was declared and my office watched helplessly from my boss’ TV as events unfolded before our astonished eyes. Now two planes had hit the towers and numbly we stared at the flickering screen. No. NO! OMG NOOOOOOO!!! American planes with innocent Americans aboard, and innocent people unimaginably dying in the twin towers. A chill ran through me when the newsman announced the fact that hijacked commercial jets were employed. I remember asking the gathered audience if anyone had read Tom Clancy. One of his realistic novels (I don’t recall which) had eerily used the same technique as a flying weapon to hit the White House, but it was an almost empty plane. Surely these didn’t have innocent passengers aboard? The horrible truth unfolded in front of our unbelieving eyes as coworkers silently stumbled their way in to gaze transfixed at the informative rectangle showing unbelievable footage. Ordinary work proved impossible and our understanding president released us at noon. I remember pumping gas at the gas station and running a few quick errands before the long surreal journey home. And once home the televised images sprang to life and remained constant far into the night and for approximately a week as I cried. And cried. And noisily sobbed my breaking heart out for them, for us, for America, for everyone. Learning of the catastrophic disaster that changed our blissfully ignorant, comfortable, naive lives forever. 9/11.

We pause. We reflect. We remember. *bows head in tearful, respectful silence*

Look for the Button

Last night we went with a few friends to play some pool and at my first potty break I found the toilet in... well, working condition, but it made me wonder. The top of the tank was off and laying on the floor and a sign hung over the back saying "Push blue button to flush toilette". I checked out the situation before sticking my hand anywhere near that contraption. I looked inside the tank and saw a blue button and for fun thought i'd push it and see what happened. Sure enough the toilet flushed. Now I realized why the ten girls before me had chosen not to flush the toilet. The idea of sticking your hand in there is really kinda gross, but the button wasnt in water or anything.

A few minutes later one of the girls I was with came back to the group and was talking about this blue button and while she was talking, I realized it said toilette. I asked Richard 'how do you spell toilet (he thinks i'm crazy anyway so you can imagine the look on his face when I ask how to spell such an elementary word), I had to double check myself because at that moment I was visualizing toilette and i'm pretty sure that's not how you spell it and i'm pretty positive they weren't going for a more snazzy French version of the word. Kind of like how we say Target like Tar-jae... not Tar-GET. Its Toilet... not Toi-le-tay.

I told him that the sign said toilette. We confirmed that is totally incorrect so off to the Toi-le-tay I went to snap a picture. I sent them to our other site... you can check them out there.

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Go Browns! : - )