Imagine

I knew this by what Jenni has told me, and I have seen it with my own eyes but this really solidified it in my brain for some reason.
Can you imagine if our Presidents weren't so controversial and deserved this type of respect from the American people? I think our nation would be less angry as a whole.
Not to say that Thailand doesn't have crime or any anger in the public but they are just not a confrontational kingdom. Take a look at the Coup last year, as far as I know it was a pretty peaceful take over- Jenni didn't even know it was being shown as a big deal on foreign television.
The Thais have this King that they all love and respect because his actions command it. All we ever hear about with our Presidents is how they lie and cheat.
I know there is completely different politics involved here but seriously when was the last time we had a completely genuine leader of our country? Have we ever?
I don't know why I am even ranting about this, Politics is SO not my thing. I'll leave it to Susan and Aaryn now. They always have so much political information that I could never come back with a comparable educated response. I have a sneaking suspicion they absorb their knowledge from osmosis.
And also why is it that I can't think of anything to write about with NaBloPoMo and then it ends and here I am posting again. Sheesh.

Old memories

I was talking with Jenni and Wendy the other night and somehow it came up that Jenni doesn't remember when she was four. It made me wonder how far back can people actually remember? Are there statistics on that sort of thing? Am I the only one who wonders about these things?
I know I rembember things from when I was four and there is one specific memory of a camping trip and slipping halfway down a steep hill that my mom says I was like three (Jenni disagrees). Does it seem weird to remember things when you were that young? I guess there is really no point to this blog except to say I am just curious of how far other people's memories go back.

Oh and Ps. this is the last day of NaBloPoMo! YAHOOOOOO! I made it!

Frustrated...

Today I spent the whole day trying to sort out the billing for one stupid job.
Wouldn't you know it I am off by $100 dollars and cannot figure out where it is coming from. I want to scream at the stupidity of it all.
I have wasted my whole day on something that should have only taken me 1/2 an hour but instead people like to make up fancy ways to mess up the billing. What ever happened to communication and letting the accountant, the one that actually bills the client, know about changes to the contract?
Ugh. Nothing Sees Candy can't fix.
Oh and PS apparently I blog about work now since I am out of topics. One more day...

Ma Baba Babo nit noy ka

my dog is a little crazy. That’s what that means in Thai. And she is.

On another note my boss had a nice little chat with Jenni today when she came to pick me up. He asked her all kinds of questions about how she liked Thailand and if she had been anywhere else in Asia.

He was delighted to hear she had been to China, his homeland, and very interested in Burma. And then proceeded to tell her all about how his Dad grew up in Burma and then moved back to China at fourteen and how there used to be a very large population of Chinese in Burma…I have never heard him talk so much like that. He is usually really quick in his conversations with strangers but he was just so interested in Jenni’s travels. Even going so far as to tell her she should take me to Vietnam next time I am over there.

Oh Jaydubsies, what are we gonna do with you tho.

Lunches

At work we often have lunch presentations. Free food equals no grocery shopping. I like that.

What I don’t like is some of the weird food we get. Like today there were sandwiches. Innocent enough sounding right? Wrong.

They were some kind of nasty. I cannot even guess what was on them. One was supposed to be salami and I am here to tell you it was not.

I know beggars can’t be choosers but can’t we just have Pat & Oscars?

Scammer Buddy

Last week we got an invoice from some random company for toner for the copy machine. We didn’t order it but it was a scammer company. Today the guy called me and I gave him the run around (I am good at that…) until he finally told me he was calling about a past due invoice.

Dude, if you are gonna be a scammer and you want to get money from unsuspecting companies you might want to tell them right off the bat that you are inquiring about an unpaid invoices otherwise they might think you are actually trying to scam them, which you are.

Anyway I have always been really suspicious of callers that don’t tell you what they want right away. Isn’t it sad that people are so dishonest in this day in age that you can’t trust them?

Well anyway long story short I looked the company up on Better Business Bureau and found that they have been graded F. Also some other people have complained about the exact situation that is going on with our company.

So in my excitement to be able to rip someone a new one who actually deserves it I called the idiot back. He didn’t answer.

Well Buddy, you have just given me more time to think of something to Zing you with later because if those other companies are right we are gonna have a long and prosperous/ dysfunctional relationship. Talk to you soon.

Laters,

Tams

"Dinner Rolls"

There are several things Katie has taught me over the years. Some of these things are as follows:

1. The difficult skill of making raptor noises.
2. How to make a marvelous bruschetta.
3. Tips on tweaking photos

And today she taught me how to make a "special" kind of dinner roll that her aunt taught her how to make. I had already made dough when Katie came in and excitedly told me her Aunt makes amazing rolls for dinner and she could show me how to set them up.
So I did as she instructed and she rolled them. When we pulled them out of the oven we fell into a fit of giggles.
She swears it doesn't turn out that way usually, but unfortunately this time they ended up looking a bit phallic. I would include a picture here but I will leave that up to Katie.
Next time Katie tells me she is going to teach me something I may ask her to be a bit more specific.

Jenni

This is Jenni hacking into Tam's blog just to tell the world that she is the best sister ever! She has taken such good care of me since I came to America. She has let me sleep in late every day since I don't sleep at night due to the time difference. And today she took me to the movies and then to Taco Bell for dinner. This was very exciting because I have been dreaming about Taco Bell for a year. Weird? I know, but so good! She is so fun and the best sister in the world!

I love you Tam!

This is Tam saying that Jenni is the best sister ever! What a sappy blog post huh?
Oh and PS we watched Dan in Real Life which I already saw once and I love it. I love Steve Carell.

The Office

I discovered last year the office is completely dead on the Friday after Thanksgiving. I literally was the only one there until about ten today and the phone rang one time.

This year however I learned something new, if I plan to leave early I should always come in and leave before my boss gets there. When there are only a few people in the office he gets bored really quickly and thinks of a billion things for you to do.

It's your turn to say Happy Thanksgiving back.

Happy Thanksgiving back!

Not much to say today. Had Thanksgiving with friends and Jenni was here. We ate too much and now I have a food coma and I can't write...
maybe tomorrow I will be more into writing something. Happy Thanksgiving...

The One with the Prom Dress

When I was a senior in High school my house consisted of my parents, Jenni, my oldest sister, her two sons and our two dogs. Life, you could say was a bit crazy.
I remember coming home from school or work to get ready for Senior Prom. The house was empty for once and when I walked into the kitchen I saw the beginning of what would turn out to be a rather surreal chain of events that could only have happened to DJ from Full House.
I noted when I first got home the dogs were rather quiet, so it was no surprise to find that they had got into something. It was a surprise however, to see that they had actually ripped apart the kitchen trash so well that it was strewn all over the kitchen.
I of course was mad and set about trying to round the two dogs up to put them in their crates for time out. Shelby the smaller of the two and the "family dog" (where as Hali Bop was actually my dog) ran for it. I chased her and to my horror she ran straight into my room jumped up onto my bed and squatted right on my prom dress. Yes, you read it right, she peed on my prom dress.
My screams of anger were probably heard by most of my neighbors and most certainly by the pool guy who had chosen that moment to show up to clean the pool. I marched Shelby to her crate and called Mom to see when she would be home to help me with the disaster.
Enter Andrew and Joshy- the two and three year old nephews who's main purpose in life at that point was to be adorable and cause as much trouble as they possibly could.
I had cleaned my dress up and luckly the material it was made of dried pretty quickly after dunking it in water to furiously wash it. Now Mom was working on my hair and my nephews were "playing" in the living room. We were always on the look out for their sound cues that they were getting into trouble and sure enough we hear silence followed by high pitched giggling.
Walking into the living room we see that Andrew and Joshy had pulled down a 5 gallon bucket of white paint my Dad had been painting the house with and rolled in it. It didn't stop there, after rolling in it they decided to run back and forth on the dark green couch leaving footprints and handprints everywhere. Tiffany (their mom) blew a gasket and they were immeadiatly put in the tub while she scrubbed them from head to foot the whole time lecturing them as loud as she could about how that was a no-no.
Enter Russ- the friend and prom date.
Russ was to come straight from work and so we decided that it would be okay for him to take a shower and get dressed at our house. I cannot imagine what he thought when he came into the house to the sound of Tiffany screaming at the boys my mom muttering curses under her breath as she was cleaning up the mess (which on a side note turned out to not only be paint but also they had somehow got a permanent marker and wrote all over the week old pergo flooring. We could have been a commercial for that floor- It all came out!), the dogs barking in their crates and me, in my prom dress, hair half done, and running around trying to figure out how I can help with out causing damage to the outfit.
Oh the chaos of prom night. The rest of the night turned out to be pretty dull compared to how it started.

-okay I realise this didn't get up until the 22 but I totally wrote it on the 21 hense the date and time stamp. In my fury to get the Turkey and whatnot ready I forgot to press post. Sorry...

GASP!

How can I show you all how excited I am at this very moment? I most likely look something like this right now:




Originally uploaded on Flickr by Katester

yesterday I decided to once again look up Jenni and my old choir teacher so we could ask her about that song. Well, I FOUND HER!!! and I sent a really dorky email asking if she knew what song it was. I thought it was really a one in a million shot that she would actually email me back but guess what! SHE DID and she KNEW THE SONG! ( I will try to refrain from shouting at you all- BUT SERIOUSLY! I have tried to figure that song out for years, YEARS!)
So here it is you lucky scoundrels Streets of London (Follow the link to Jenni's Blog for the video)
This one in for you Jenni, Safe Travels! Only one day until the sisters are reunited.

Rather annoying actually.

I have had a couple Netflix for two months now. I finally got the chance to watch one last night.
Love Actually...I got mixed reviews from friends so I thought I would just check it out.
Mmmm I am gonna have to say I wasn't so fond of the ending or maybe the begining and the middle. Only a few of the stories they had going were actually resolved. I did like how they jumped around and showed how everyone was related (neighbors, sisters-brothers, husband, wife) but the end result was poor.
I think the overall idea had potential but the rest was eeehk. Not really worth waiting two months.

On another note I am supposed to go and see This tonight. I am such a nerd and still I am completely excited about it!

Zoo riddles

Went to the zoo yesterday with my friend Carrie. Tina and I got annual passes with a vow to actually use them. Last year I had them too but never made the time to go except once or twice. Anyway Tina had picked up our passes and therefor got our free guest passes to. I forgot to get them from her earlier and asked if before she left town for the weekend, she could drop them at the office for me to pick up.
Being the sneaky one that she is she decides to instead leave me a riddle to find the tickets. Meanwhile poor Carrie is down in the car waiting. After 10 minutes of flipping through books getting confused and running around the conference room looking under chairs I finally found them stuffed in the water well of my coffee pot. I was of course led there by a picture. Gotta love the friends who give you as hard of a time as you give them.
Watch out Tina, I will figure out a way to get you back...LOL (insert creepy laugh not unlike Dr. Evil)

Old man Sweeping the Diner

When we were kids Jenni and I shared a room. Here are some things I remember about that time:

1. Placing masking tape directly in the middle of the room to separate sides.
2. Convincing Jenni that we should stuff all of our mess from our room in the closet and clean it up later so we could go outside and play.
3. Jenni had the habit of sleeping with her arm hanging off the bed with her palm up. I once put about 50 pennies in her hand one by one and then scrambled into my bed and waited for her to wake up.
   
4. And last but not least I insisted that Jenni sing me to sleep every night. My favorite song was about an old man who would sweep up a diner every night. To this day we cannot for the life of us figure out how the song went. YOU WILL BE MY HERO IF YOU KNOW WHAT THAT SONG IS!!!!!
   

Haggis, food for life.

I don't know if you've ever had anyone like this in your life, but I'm dealing with a certain sort of person right now. I like to call him: Mr. Creepy Pants. Take that how you wish. You're probably right.

I'm working on a way to extradite him from my life. I'm hoping France or Mars or wherever he came from will ask for him back. Soon.

There are a few components that give cause for a label like Mr. Creepy pants.

1. Creepiness
2. Creepy conversation hog - "Enough about me, what do you think about me?"
3. A creepy love for haggis
4. Breath that smells creepy (probably from the haggis)
5. Overall creepy nature. (This is totally different from general creepiness BTW.)
6. Creepy finger snapping. I'm sorry, life is not one big poetry reading.

Any ideas on how to rid yourself of a Mr. Creepy pants?

Randomness: 90210 + Work does not = much work done

First a confession:
Kim, my roommate and I have been watching 90210 college years for a few months now. 2 one hour episodes back to back and no commercials thanks to DVR. We enjoy giving each other that all knowing look every time Brandon is given a stupid line (happens a lot more often then I remembered) or when something else tragic happens to Donna or Kelly. Seriously if their characters were real they would be some messed up girls in need of serious counseling.
And tonight:
Tonight I needed to catch up on some work so I set up my computer in the living room thinking I would just listen to the show while I work. Not so my friends.
Despite my ability to listen to music and whatnot during the day while working (at work) apparently I cannot listen to tv.
(side note- nothing to do with this at all but my dog Sam is curled up on my new couch and SO cute. I have the cutest dogs ever. done.)
I had this simple spreadsheet I wanted to set up tonight but I can't seem to make much progress on it. The formula's have told me I am false about a dozen times now and I am thinking seriously about yelling at my computer for not having a number keypad. I have never been able to do the numbers on top. Ugh.
And HOW am I supposed to work when Donna is being stalked by a psycho and David is making stupid decisions that make him unavailable to save the day? (note to self: never scream like Donna does unless I really do want someone to kill me ie. Kim)
Well anyway back to trying to at least finish some of this task. Peace out yo.

Coffee

Last year a guy from my office brought unroasted coffee back from Ethiopia for another girl in my office and myself. The coffee sat there for months until finally I volunteered to figure out how to roast it.
I had my friend Carrie over who is the queen of all things cooking and new. You could see her blog on our first roasting experience however apparently I can't find the actual post. Regardless it would basically just show you we learned the hard way that it is much easier to roast the coffee beans over the stove. After finally getting the hang of it I decided that fresh roasted coffee is loads better than Starbucks that has been stored in the fridge for a week. I tastes richer and is way more bold.
Well I ran out of beans to roast about the same time that I decided to go on a coffee fast for a couple weeks. Now it has been a couple months and though I have started drinking coffee again I had not made the trip to the local Ethiopian Market to get the famous Harar Coffee beans.
Yesterday was the day though. I dragged Tina along and we finally found the Market and the beans.
Tomorrow I plan to enjoy them, freshly roasted and full of flavor. I am going to bed now so that I can wake up and smell the coffee...

Lists

Do you ever create lists for yourself and then set out to do them but get bombarded with things you didn't expect and don't actually end up checking anything off your list? Such was my day today.
I went in early to catch up on some things and didn't get to any of them. I came in to a voice mail from someone who has an office in New York (hence the reason their was a vm already at 7am) asking questions on something I sent like ten emails about, two weeks ago.
Of course now that they have time to work on it it is of the utmost importance and must be dealt with immediately (note sarcasm).
Whenever this happens I always end up feeling as though I accomplished nothing during the day. My to do list is still there and I get overwhelmed by how its grown and then, I zone out.
How does that help me to accomplish my tasks? It doesn't.

Digging for the Truth

I have recently become obsessed with the show Digging for the Truth
I am a bit of a nerd when it comes to TV. I like history shows, the Discovery Health Channel, and the Myth Busters show. I love learning history when it is not coming from a boring teacher who tells you about his obsession with checking out estate sales. AND I especially love learning history from Hunter Ellis

Lisa and the Closet

My friend Lisa and her roommate are down here visiting to see the Dead Sea Scrolls and apparently to go to The Closet. We went to both Closets in OB and Pt. Loma and they came home with 7 bags of clothes. I am worn out just thinking about it.
I am not a super fan of shopping. I don't mind it but I have to be in the mood. It is however fun to scheme and see if you can get your friend to try on the ugliest outfit in the world by assuring it was super stylish... She totally tried it on and it was awesome.
Sorry my posts are really boring right now... Ugh. I am having trouble being creative lately...

The Dead Sea Scrolls and Ethiopian Food

Today we went to see the Dead Sea Scrolls at the Natural History Museum. Pretty interesting but was a lot of standing around waiting to sift through the crowd.
Also went to Ethiopian food at the Harar restaurant on El Cajon and Arizona St. SOooooooo good. Love Injera bread. Definetly a place worth going with friends. Order the Harar special and eat family style...super fun.
That's it for today. I am Dead Sea Scrolled out. I totally got distracted and now I am posting this after the midnight cut off! Yikes. I am dead meat. Okay that is really kind of a gross saying. Sick.

Life Tip- Don't eat your Ipod or earbuds

"The immediate take away from this is don't eat your ipod or earbuds"
CNN Breaking News story, ipods may be toxic.

Something I never thought I would hear together...eating your ipod, sure thing Mr. Newscaster. I will be sure to keep that in mind next time I get hungry for my electronics.

Random

I got a new couch- well new to me- tonight! I am so excited, I pick it up tomorrow.
I have been wanting a different couch forever and I finally found it on Craigslist. My dear friend Craigslist.
Gotta go post my old couch as free now...

Oh Ken.

So much less awkward than Wendy's post. Hilarious!

A String of Bad Advertising: What not to do.

Recently at work we have been receiving a plethora of bad marketing from a variety of vendors. Marketing that makes my skin crawl.
When I was a kid I remember sending a letter to my best friend who had just moved away. In my letter I sent a picture of myself, a feather from my collection and a band-aid. Yes, that is correct a band-aid. I told her in the letter it was for when she fell over from shock of actually receiving a letter from me. Apparently even at my young age I knew I was destined to be a procrastinator.

Yesterday in the mail we received a marketing letter advertising "a better way to build your business" rather than cold calls because they are "just band-aid(s)", insert an actual nasty band-aid stuck to the letter. Sick.

I would again like to point out that is something I did when I was 7 not to advertise my business. Why would someone think "hmm I am going to go buy a bunch of band-aids to put in my marketing letter. Better yet I will stick them to the letter and then I will for sure get business."
It was the weirdest thing I had ever seen. Thanks but no thanks Mr. Nastybandaidman.
Exibit A



And then today we received a "try this and tell us what you think" letter. To my HORROR it was two large bags of gum. I wanted to run for my life as my boss set them on my desk asking me "What's this? What do you think they want? Here you can have this." Thanks Jaydubsies, I am going to go puke now. (ugh I can still smell them, watermelon and spearmint GAH!) My worst nightmare.




And Erica's reaction after trying said nightmare:

Wild Women Night

One day out of every month I get to spend an evening with four of the most incredible women I know.
Wild Women Night, except that everyone says we are actually "mild" women. Its true sometimes (and sometimes not- hey, what happens at WWN stays at WWN) but where else can you sit and eat delicious food (French dip-esque sandwiches with a kick, caramelized onions, yummy cheesy homemade mac and cheese, asparagus wrapped in blue cheese and some sort of fancy bacon and Katie's famous chocolate moose.) and sing along to "Gay or European" OMG and feel completely comfortable and at home?

On a side note, tonight I was not "glad" I was packaging left overs and just like in the Gladware Ziplock commercials, all of my food fell right out of the bottom of the bag and onto Wendy's carpet. Ginger, the schnoodle, thought she had struck gold. Oops. Guess I should have used Glad...Sorry about that Wendy!

PD Weekend 2- Top 7

1. Staying up until 3am
2. Photography
3. Watching movies with Susan's Techno music instead instead of the movie's sound on
4. Watching fun movies with actual sound
5. sipping coffee and chatting
6. sipping drinks and chatting
7. proving to Katie that I can indeed kick her *** if she tries to goose me again...

My Favorite so far

Last night while working on Leahpeah's shoulders:
"I can tell you are really good at this."
It was like a weird pick up line you never want a guy to say to you but from Leah, it just sends you into a fit of giggles.
And today:
"But my question is this, Is your family a nudie family?" - Katie

PD #2

Tonight Katie and I will travel to Palm Dessert for our second PalmDessertphototakingdrinkinonehandjumpingthroughexpensiveartpiecesbrunchattheclub weekend with friends. We have no set plan for terrorizing the town yet but I am positive Susan will come up with something.
She has already threatened to take me to JCPenny's and Baker's Square for a grave mistake I made yesterday regarding age and the Snoop Dawg Language. Note to self: Susan is fluent in Snoop, fur shizzle.
Updates this weekend.
In the meantime in honor of Susan, Gizzoglize my page for some laughs.

Don't forget the gas doors

After buying my new car I went for days enjoying everything about it. When I say "everything" I actually mean "everything except the loud honking every time I unlock or lock my car and the extreme sensitivity of the alarm". And then I went to get gas.
Apparently my car is supposed to come with go-go-Gadget arms in order to open the gas door. So there I was looking like an idiot girl who can't even pump her own gas, why do they even let people like me drive? That's when I noticed that no, my gas door should probably not be curved like that and yes, someone did at one point try to pry it off. Back to the dealership.
Of course they had to order the part, so there goes countless hours trying to call them to see if it has come in yet. One month later I now can go to the gas station without a buddy AND I can actually sleep at night without worrying that my oversensitive alarm is going off every time a truck passes it. (confession- I was actually parking my car a couple blocks away so I couldn't hear it. ugh, I am a jerk)
So what have I learned from all of this? Always check that the gas door works when purchasing a car.

Ashes

Coming home from Thailand to a burning city was not what we were expecting much less Dan having no home to come home to. I was amazing with how well he held things together after learning his house was demolished in the fires. Talk about being helpless.
Saturday a group of us went up to his house and his neighbor's houses to help sort through the ashes for possible memories. Katie puts it best here.
And still he was alight with laughter- so much so that we could here him when he arrived at his house (we were at the neighbor's site). He actually said, "All you can do is laugh at this point" as he stared down at the rubble.

One more week of...

1. Jenni


2. Riding Motor bikes


3. Gracie (Jenni's Dog) biting me


4. painting the centre


5. Removing paint I just painted on


6. my pants sticking to my legs


7. never doing my hair since it will just get messed up from the helmet


8. coffee in a bag (not an IV - I know you were thinking that Katie and Susan)


9. delicious Thai food


10. Fun Thai people who try to call me either Tamerine (SP?) or Donkey

Thailand here I come!

This is Jen and I have hacked into Tam's blog to tell all of you that Tam is on her way to Thailand right now. She is actually on a plane right now that will land in Singapore and then she will get on another plane and arrive in Chiang Mai tomorrow morning. I am SUPER EXCITED to see her!

And if she were blogging right now, this is what she would write:

"I could not be happier than I am right now. It doesn't matter that I am stuck in this uncomfortable airplane seat, wishing I could take a shower and sleep. It doesn't matter that I don't know the person next to me well enough to be comfortable with them leaning on me or that the movies they have picked for this flight are awful. Nothing matters except the fact that I will soon see my Jenni, my hero, my best friend, my everything. It has been a long ten months since we last saw eachother and I have been counting down the minutes until our next meeting. It is almost here and I feel like crying with excitement. The next eleven days together will be bliss because my sister is the coolest!"

Or something like that anyway...

Woohoo! The Leeper sisters together again!!!!

Conversation with Jenni

For those of you who don't know, my sister Jenni teaches English to Thai College Students in Chiang Mai.
Here is a conversation I just had with her:

Jennifer: today we were talking about names in my class and Dear asked what your full name was. i told him your middle name was Dawn and he asked if he could call you donkey as a nickname

it was Hilarious me: gasp!

you told him no right?

Jennifer: i told him yes he could call you donkey

i love dear

me: no!

Jennifer: and i love you my little donkey

me: you basically are calling me an ass

Jennifer: i know but he didn't realize that and it

made it even funnier

me: way to teach your students to cuss

Jennifer: i love language barriers

you're the one whose name sounds like donkey

Delightfully Innocent

I went car shopping and took Wendy along. One of the best ideas I have had all year. She was the pillar of strength all women need when going car shopping. From her "are you kidding me?" looks to "you are not buying this piece of junk, it smells like someone was either smoking in it or embalming bodies." she was the perfect combination of bluntness and reason.
But my favorite quote from this whole experience? Wendy's response to a pushy salesman who wanted me to raise my monthly price by giving something up:
Wendy (insert "are you kidding me?" look) "Listen buddy, we don't smoke, we don't drink, and we are virgins. What else do you want us to give up?"
salesman "Starbucks?"
Wendy "Nope. We don't do that either."

And after a full day of car shopping she even created TWO to do lists for me to complete on Monday. Which without those lists I would still have no car. As it turns out though I do have a pretty awesome car now:





Thanks Wendy for all your help! You are amazing!

Curses

I want to curse the girl who hit my parked car with flat tires for a year, but that would be wrong.
I don't have time to deal with this crap.
Anybody want to give me a car? or perhaps some sort of free transportation that will not leave me exhausted after getting up the Laurel "hill"?

Confession

So I was sitting here wondering why, after working all day and then working on a client and THEN coming home and cleaning, I would still be wide awake and not even close to tired.
Then I realized in an effort to stay awake to clean I bought a soda, skittles and whoppers--basically a recipe for a few hours of a sugar high. I am not the brightest bulb in the lot.
Geeze Louise.
Also I found the video application. Watch out folks!
This one is for my sister Jenni. My Nephews last year and yes Andrew says he wants to see some pigs...they will always associate Jenni with pigs- she used to collect all things pigs.

ugh

I parked my car a couple Friday's ago and came out the next morning to discover someone had "rolled" into it. Awesome. I love that.
I say "rolled" because who can total a car by simply "rolling" into it? Oh right but I forgot, it was my fault because I parked so close (and by close I of course mean at least a foot and a half away). How silly of me to assume that people know how to drive.
So now I am waiting on insurance to tell me officially that it is totaled and write me a check so that I can have yet another bill in the form of a car payment.
Did I mention I love that?

That is what it is for...

Conversation this morning when I answered the phone at work:
me: Good Morning, Joseph Wong Desgin
Guy: Is Bert in this morning?
me: I am sorry, Bert has not come in yet this morning. Would you like his Voice mail?
Guy: Yes, So I can leave a message for him to call me.
me: One moment please
In my head: Uh Yeah dude. That is kinda what Voice Mails are for.

Why do people insist on telling you they are going to leave a message for someone when you have just asked if they what to be transferred to Voice Mail. A simple yes would be okay. I already know that is what will happen. And furthermore why do people insist on telling you the reasons they are calling when they have already said they would like Voice Mail? Dude, I really have no need to know that. But thank you for taking forever to tell me that when you can clearly hear the phone ringing in the background.

My new Fav movie...

Driving Lessons. Watch it. Love it. Watch it again.

Harry Potter and the Ridikulous Uninformed Article

Okay, in my opinion this woman does not make any good points at all and was never that into the series. She was told by her editor to read them and write something agianst them.
The Article is here but do not read it if you have not read the last HP book or ever plan to read it.
Al, you had better leave me a comment. I will be disappointed if you don't. So if you could just do that, that'd be great. mmmk?
"... the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy..." Albus Dumbledore

It's Done

I finished the last book of Harry Potter.
JK Rowlings best one yet. I hope she continues writing in the future...

Eye opening.

I just witnessed the most ridiculous self centered human on the face of this planet.
I work across the street from an assisted living senior home where, more often then I would like, the red fire trucks and blaring ambulances pull up to the doors to retrieve a senior citizen needing to be hospitalized for one reason or another. Today was no different except one pristine silver car that was unfortunately blocked in by both the ambulance trying to get the closest spot to the front door and the fire truck that was blocking the road so as to create more maneuvering room for the paramedics.
I watched as the Blonde Pris gets in her car and attempts in vain to back out of her spot; her poor space judgment causing her car to ram into the car behind her. Realizing there was no use (although if she was smart and not an arrogant fool she would have been able to pull an opposite parallel parking move and gotten out just fine) she, instead of pulling forward off the bumper of the other car, gets on her cell phone and with her hand to her head starts ranting at someone about her predicament.
Fine leave it at that. You are frustrated that you are stuck there. Maybe you are late to a meeting and stressed about the person you just visited. But don't do what I think you are about to do.
Horrified I watched as this POMPOUS and awful person gets out of her car and walks right up to the paramedics who are rushing to get their things together to help a possibly dying person and asks them if the fire truck can move or how she can get out.

SERIOUSLY LADY?!?!?!?!?! Are you really THAT important, that self involved that you don't realize you are making a complete ass of yourself?
I cannot even express how sick it makes me feel to know that there are people like this lady in the world. Yes, she may have had something in her life that was consuming her thoughts. Perhaps grieving for the loss of someone who used to live in that building or whatever she may be dealing with in her life. But nothing gives any other human being the right to act like the world actually just centers around them and risk another human being's life for something as ridiculous as time. Five minutes. That's all she had to wait. Five minutes for the ambulance to rush the senior to the hospital yet her petty little life was more important than another's. Sick.

Happy Birthday to me!

I had my Birthday this week and I am now officially in my last year of my mid twenties.
BUT more importantly, I just received this:

Greetings from Amazon.com.

We thought you would like to know that we are preparing your items for shipment.

YES!!!!!!!!!! Harry Potter is on his way! Happy Birthday to me!

Allie's Quote of the day

"You're a pretty lovable gal Tamara. Its pretty hard not to hop on the Tamara Train and head into giggletown."

How unfortunate and ironic

As Merriam Webster says:
1 : relating to, containing, or constituting irony ironic remark> ironic coincidence>
2 : given to irony ironic sense of humor>
OR
3: As seen on my way to drop Erin off at the Airport. Click on the pic for a larger view...






Just in case you missed it, the sign says "How's my driving" and has a big dent in it. I'd have to say not too good...

Received recently from my Mom

My Mom is not very technology savy so you can imagine my surprise when I received this Picture message from her recently:




Yes that is Jenni and yes she is wearing a racoon costume. And Yes, she is walking with swagger. Notive the extra swing of the tail. For further questions she can be found here.

Meme

RubySoho tagged me for a thing called “meme”, the pertinent meaning of which I now know after reading Aaryn's blog, and I will go on to plagiarize each and every word she wrote in her opening paragraph: As it pertains to blogging, a meme is an idea spread from blog to blog. So. The object of my assignment is to tell the internets eight Random Facts About Myself and then, pssst, pass it on. (I copied most of that from Katie.)

I was tagged with this twice and so were my dogs. Poor Suki and Sam. Poor me.....meme Ha!
Okay well anyway I guess I will go ahead and do it for fear that I may be beaten to the point of near death by three very intimidating women.
Now on to the rules:

1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Now that we know how to place nice, we can begin. And mind you, this is your fair warning that you have quite possibly entered . . . the Twilight Zone.

1. I like depressing music. Slow sad music with repeating backgrounds and heavy piano solos or accoustic guitar. Like Yo La Tengo, Postal Service, Dashboard Confessional, very emo I guess. I have a playlist on my ipod full of this kind of music that I listen to over and over and over agian. I even go so far as to say I like covers of old eighties songs in a slow accoustic fashion like Eva Cassidy does or Johnny Cash.
2. Not so much a secret but I hate gum. Even typing the word gives me the heebie jeebies. The smell, texture, the way people chomp it and how it makes people act. I once wrote a five page satirical paper all about it in highschool.
3. I hate my laugh. Its loud an obnoxious and I want to dig myself a hole and bury myself everytime I hear it. I also hate that sometimes it reminds me of my sister Tiffany and all that old anger returns in what, as my laughter would suggest, should be a happy moment. Okay but seriously, on a side note, at least it is not like the guy's in my office right now. His cackling never stops.
   
4. I get extremely anxious and nervous before almost every massage. My heart beats like crazy and my stomach sinks every other minute. Especially new clients but also with certain old clients. Its not that they express they don't like it, they wouldn't reschedule if they didn't but sometimes I feel like I don't do enough for them.
   
5. My big downfall is kitchen gadgets. I want them all. I would go bankrupt if I ever went to the county fair.
   
6. My secret desire is to someday be able to spout out the full rap-like portions of Matisyahu's songs like in Fire of Heaven or King Without a Crown. He is so fast. He is one of my exceptions to #1
7. I have supersonic hearing when it comes to the elevator at work. I can hear people walk in on the first floor and I am on the third.
   
8. I just spilled, or rather dumped, a large amount of cinnamon apple sauce on my crotch. How unfortunate.

And the only person I have to tag that hasn't been tagged yet is Lisa. Oooo and Anne! Have fun!

Aunt Katie is Hot

Seriously how hot is my Aunt?!

DHL=Dog House

Someone is about ready to get the smack-down.
I hate DHL and their opinions that if another company decides that our company should pay for unauthorized shipping, its okay for them to create an account for our company (without telling us) and bill us.
No-sirey-Bob.
Don't basically tell me I don't know what I am talking about you insolent fool.GAH!

Hand-made Gifts

I don't often have a ton of money to spend on Birthday gifts for my peeps so I often resort to making gifts or if they are lucky (e-hem...Wendy...)they get a gift certificate for one of my World Famous Professional Massages. Anyway it was Carrie's Birthday on Sunday and I decided to make her a purse out of this awesome fabric I found. The best part of it in my opinion is the over-the-shoulder strappy thing is actually my Grandpa's old tie. It actually says on the tag to "wear with blue or grey suit". I love that! I hope Carrie has a blue or a grey suit to wear her new purse with...Oh, and incase you can't tell from the pic, the added little detail is a peacock:

Happy Birthday My Little Bucket of Butterball Turkeys

Happy Birthday Jenni! I love you to the second star to the left and straight on 'till morning and back.

Ducks parading down Fourth Avenue.

We tried our hardest to save the poor little duck that thought it would be okay to parade down Fourth Avenue in front of our office. But alas, a duck who will not listen to not only Brenda or Al or myself just has a death wish. So after nearly causing several accidents (of which I could not peel my eyes away from) the poor little duck was struck by an SUV and all we could do was walk away. So sad.
Why did that little duck have to be so stupid?

Argh Craigslist...

I, yet again, need a roommate. BUT - if someone would rather just give me a million dollars I would settle for this:

Oh, right...sorry

Apparently, not only do I not know half the words on Katie's list
but I also have a habit of telling people that the words they are using are not actually words.
I.E.
In recent conversation I learned that "interpolate" is actually a word no matter how many times I protest that it is not. In case you were wondering it was used in the context of definition 3.

Received the Following TODAY:

You can click on the picture to see it bigger....

When I saw this in my mailbox today I thought "What?"
"This has to be wrong, are those hollies? Christmas was nearly six months ago..."
And then I saw it was from Chaing Mai and I suspected Jenni had bought, yet again, some crazy Thai stationary and was playing a joke on me.
I NEVER in a million years suspected that she would actually peer pressure her friends to send me a Christmas card in the middle of May. But then, it is from Nathan and Paul and from what I have heard it is just the thing they would do, peer pressure or not.

Thanks Nathan and Paul. Best wishes to you too and a Happy Christmas! I will cherish it always...BTW You spelled Leeper wrong. I sure hope that was on purpose or Jenni might have to have words with you.

The smell of:

I feel like I have done this before but I am inspired to do so agian anyway.
I love the smell of....

• freshly sharpened pencils
• just rained on sidewalks/ hot summer sidewalks with water splashed on them
  
• jasmine
• pine trees
• rivers with fish (weird one -specific to memories)
• wild flowers
• the ocean (specifically Nor Cal Ocean)
• fresh bread
• those plasticy static sticker things that came with the books when I was a kid in themes like Rainbow Bright and My Little Pony.- Just figured out they were called Colorforms.
  
• Converse shoes.
• my Mom's cooking (anything she cooks...)
• Crayons
• Bookstores/ New Books
• hay (and believe it or not I don't mind the smell of Horse manure. Just smells like a barn to me. Also weird.)
• Grass
• Dirt-only associated with camping though.
• Downey Fabric Softener

Revision/ ADD:

• Katie's Hair on a fresh, spring day (see comments - no I am not creepy)
  

JLee is a jerk

These days all the celebrities are getting shortened names so I thought "Hey I might as well do the same for my sister." And by the title of this you can see that I did. Anyway get to the point Tamara.
Right
So Jenni aka "JLee" is a jerk. Well not actually but her credit card company thinks so AND they have a recorded phone call to prove it. Tehehehe. (think Dr Evil laugh).
Let me explain...Sometimes JLee needs to use her credit card and since she is in Thailand she can't really pay it off in Baht. So she has a check sent to me, I deposit it and pay her card off for her. Simple right? Well I didn't get the chance to take care of it right away this time so of course I started receiving rather irritating phone calls on my cell phone. How in the - did they get that number anyway?
I was not amused. This is me not amused:
















End of story? I pretended to be JLee to see what they wanted and then got REALLY irritated and snapped. I was the world's biggest jerk and this lady was just doing her job, not listening to me, but alas just doing her job. Good thing they think it was JLee.

"Man, I just dealt with the biggest jerk on the planet. Make a note in JLee's file so the next person that calls will know that she is horrid." -The Credit Card Lady (quoted with the accent I couldn't understand)
Sorry about that JLee....You should work on your attitude...

Ginger Sitting

I am Ginger (the Schnoodle) sitting for Wendy. See how she loves me and Suki?




















Sam is not so interested in cuddling with us...Notice the furrowed brow....

Recent Conversations: Evil Plan? -Check

Tamara:"Allie! Do you realise what you've done!"














Allie:"Uhhh, no?!"
Tamara:"It is only 11 'o clock!"


Allie:"Wait how is this my fault?"





















Tamara:" Well you prayed to God that he would slow time down this morning."


















Allie:"You're right Tam. Its part of my normal morning routine:
Coffee- check
Pray to God he will slow the morning down- check
Take shower half asleep- check
Twenty-five jumping jacks- check
And then I begin to do what I do everyday Tamara, Try to take over the world."

This Guy

Blame it on Allie, she has brought it to my attention that there are a lot of MacGyver wannabes out there. This one is my fave:

If you have ever watched the intro you will know that he has almost the whole thing down, well at least the best he could do with out a stunt man. Awesome.

NPR's Analogies for the Soul

While catching up on KPBS podcasts I came across this little gem of an analogy in the podcast entitled A Grim Near Future: How Climate Change Could Affect San Diego (as a side note, think Dwight from The Office, sort of a monotone serious voice, while reading the following):

“But let’s look at 90%, that means that nine times out of ten the things that we are foreseeing and talking about here are apt to happen.

So let me put you up against a wall, I’ll put ten guys in front of you with rifles, nine of the rifles are loaded with a bullet and one is empty.

You don’t know which one of course. You pick out the guy you want to shoot you. You feel comfortable with that situation?

No.

Nine times out of ten you’re gonna be dead.”

-Tim Barnet

Good to know. With those kind of odds, you... could be dead.

The Day is redeemed

Just called an Engineering Company, was put on hold, and to the delight of my ears the hold music was the MacGyver Theme Song. There is hope for the world and this day.

Today Has Been Ok

Friends tell me it's spring
My window show the same
Without you here the seasons pass me by
I know you were not new
That loved like me and you
All the same I miss you
Today has been ok
Today has been ok

The preacher lost his son
He's known by all in town
He found him with another son of God
Feeding on the prayer
Nevermind what God said
But love had lost its cause
And I thought today had been ok
Today has been ok
Today has been ok

Wind has burned your skin
The lovely air so thin
The salty water's underneath your feet
No one's gone in vain
Here is where you'll stay
'Cause life has been insane but
Today has been ok
Today has been ok
Today has been ok
Today has been ok

- Emiliana Torrini

The One with the Moth

Wednesday I was sitting at my desk counting down the last hour until 5 o'clock rolled around, when out of the corner of my eye I spot what can only be described as my worst nightmare come to life.
Somehow, I am sure purely for the reason of wanting to see of the horror that would soon strike my face, a ginormous moth had made it to the third floor and cleverly chose me as its target.
Here is a little background information before I continue the story:
Jenni (for those of you who don't know- my sister) has always been afraid of moths, butterflies and ladybugs. Mostly because they flutter, which to Jenni is the worst thing God ever created. When we were growing up it became sort of a humorous fact in our family and we took every opportunity we could to tease her about this fear. I should mention that it was often that these particular bugs would seemingly hunt Jenni down just to terrorize her.
In example, during a camping trip a few years back the family was sitting outside at a picnic table late at night playing a card game. We had a propane lantern going so we could see and to Jenni's dismay it was attracting a rather large amount of bugs...more specifically moths. At one point in the night a moth flew straight at her and she did a sort of duck and cover move putting her head down and covering it with her arms. Stunned, my parents and I sat in silence as we watched the moth land on her sweatshirt and slowly crawl under her arm and into where she was hiding her face. I am pretty sure her screams echoed across the Yosemite Valley.
As luck would have it some of Jenni's fear has, over time, rubbed off on me. Basically I loose it when I see a moth.

So back to the current story, this clever little moth had found its way up to the third floor and headed straight for me. With a sharp, audible intake of breath my chair flew out from under me and my phone went crashing to the floor as I made for the other side of the room. Half laughing and half crying (something I also get from Jenni when I am scared) I tried to explain to my boss and the Associate Principal who came running to my office asking “What is the matter?!” and “What is going on?” that there was a moth the size of my face hovering around my desk. In retrospect, the moth was of course not quite that large but it was big and fuzzy and fluttery and gross and I am sure, trying to eat me for dinner.

So as nice men do, both start looking around for the alleged moth as I cower behind Allie’s desk.

Pretty soon I hear my boss say “Oh Tamara, It’s just this…” Joe points to a card board cut out of a dragonfly I have stuck to my sorter and laughs.

“No Joe, I am positive it was not that!”

“Hey Bert. Look at this! This is what scared her!” (Insert another laugh) “This was it! It just flew over here.” Laugher now is coming from both of them and of course me now.

“Joe, I promise you it was not that!” LOL “There really is a moth over there.”

Well it took us another ten minutes before I found the moth and Joe smashed it with a doomed FedEx box.

“Tamara, that was just crazy! Its like they are coming out of the woodwork as they say.”

Yes Joe, crazy indeed. And terrifying.

Here is Joe’s version of my moth…

Harry Potter and the Theme Park

Partly because I love the action and mystery and because I just read the 6th book again in preparation for the upcoming final book and mostly because I am a sad sad excuse for a person This makes me squeal with excitement!

There are so many possibilities! Broom rides, ride the Hippogriff, challenge yourself to a race with your friends through the Triwizard labyrinth and see who can reach the cup first (GASP!) , swirl about on the tentacles of the Giant Octopus, buy fun games and treats from Weasly's Wizarding Wheezies, participate in wizarding duels (for fun of course) and Quidditch...

Seriously! Katie and Jenni, I see a trip coming up in the next few years!

The New Jellies

According to Wikipedia:

Jelly shoes (or Jellies) are shoes made of a porous PVC rubber product called jelly rubber. Jelly shoes come in a variety of brands and colors. Jelly shoes were very popular in the 1980s, when a pair could frequently be purchased for under a dollar. They resembled sandals and were most commonly flat shoes with little or no heel. Related are flip flops and sandals. Jelly shoes are making a comeback in the form of flats.

I told you Leah! They are totally coming back and I own a pair in all their fabulous apparent rubberness! See how cute they make my feet look? You totally want a pair. I know it. LOL

I am a big jerkface

I seem to be overwhelmed with the "whole lotta noth'n" that is going on in my life right now and can't EVER get my act together and actually write a blog or post a picture.
I feel like I sleep all the time but, all of this is not what makes me a big jerface.
On Friday night I realized Sam's medicine for her Epilepsy was running out and I would need to get her some more on Saturday. Well I didn't get the message from the vet that it was refilled until it was too late to pick it up. So, on Saturday and Sunday I planned to split the last pill and a half up so she would at least have one dose on Monday too (she gets half a pill 2x daily).

In any event the "whole lotta noth'n" I was speaking of before got in my way and I forgot on Monday to pick up her meds. I remembered on Tuesday to pick them up but by this time the dosage in her system was pretty low. So naturally on Wednesday night she had a seizure. I feel soooo bad!
It was completely my fault and I am the worst dog owner ever! GAH! Poor Samantha!

Don't Mess with The Regulator

Working "Security" and keeping kids off the neighbor's trees at Amor Ministries is a tough job, but somebody has to do it.

As always, I've gotta keep it real and add a little flare to everything. This time? A reflector vest and a really small bike to intimidate the kids.

"You better check yourself before you wreck yourself!"

WWMD

As most of you know, I like MacGyver. In fact as seen here and here, I am like him in many ways.
But my ridiculously awesome friend Carrie has opened the door for others to find out how and why MacGyver's only weapon is his mind by giving me the sweetest shirt I have ever seen...And I wear it with pride my friends, I wear it with pride...

Thanks Carrie! And the world will thank you someday too! (I almost didn't want to post this for fear that you would never read my blog agian! sooooooo, uh. You can keep reading it if you want to....)

The Famous PD Weekend...

I was reluctant to write a blog about my Palm Desert Trip a couple weekends ago, number one because I was sick the whole weekend and still felt too fuzzy to make any sense by the time I got home, and number two everyone that went wrote these incredible accounts of the trip that are impossible to top. Not that I need to top them…they just wrote them so well!

But alas, Katie gave me the death look yesterday for not updating my blog and so I must write something even if it is out of fear for my life.

So without further ado:

I went on excursion to Palm Desert with Katie and four other awesome and talented women for a weekend of photo fun and otherwise havoc reeking on the citizens of Palm Dessert.

Here are a few of my memorable highlights:

• Arriving in PD with Katie and meeting Susan and Leah for drinks, or a drink that was actually named after Susan.
• Being a snotty, eye-watering, coughing, sneezing mess all weekend.
• Going to TWO art museums, which I LOVE doing but never make the time for.
• Convincing Aaryn and Katie to do a “running from the camera” shot of us jumping through a thousands of dollars art piece, and not getting in trouble even though we were on camera the whole time and did it more than once...
• Miles of Collagen filled lips and BMW’s
• Getting to know Aaryn and her amazing Photo SKILLZ, love for her adorable daughter, sense of adventure and last but not least, her equipment (photo equipment that is….see here)
• Getting to know Jessica and her incredible ability to look good in all hats and ALL pictures (even ones that she looks eerily similar to manikins), her zest for life, and her sweet, sweet demeanor.
• Getting to know Leah and all her artsy craftiness that inspires me to actually do something crafty sooner rather than later and her strong Character that has carried her through life. AND being on the receiving end of not one but TWO of her one of a kind, amazingshecancrochetethatfast hats. Yes, be jealous. Her Photo's here.
  
• Getting to know Susan, her hospitality, bravery for taking us girls out on the town and willing to show her face in that town again, her mad cooking skills and her genuine friendship to us all.
• Getting a reminder as to why Katie is a remarkable friend and amazingly talented woman from her photography to her witty writing and everything in between.

Thanks again Susan for such a wonderful weekend. Sorry it took so long for me to actually write this out girls!

For those of you who weren’t there or are ever so slightly computer challenged you can click on the highlighted lettering to be linked to various things through out this post. (i.e. pictures and blogs)

Seriously?

Some JerkFace just walked into my office and ask me to repeat myself because it sounded like I am "Minnie Mouse on Helium". Seriously Dude? I hope he can't taste that lugee I just spit into his fresh cup of coffee. Idiot.
I also hope he knows that next time he pats me on the head like a five year old I am liable to rip each and every one of his fingers off one at a time and stuff them in his mouth. GAH!

WLCP

Oh the sweet satisfaction of giving someone a gag gift for no apparent reason:
(On a side note Allie actually does crossword puzzles everyday. I told her she should hang it in her kitchen...)

The Worst

This would be my Worst NIGHTMARE!
I hate hiccups!

I got Worms- That's what we're gonna call it...

"We're gonna specialize in selling worm farms. You know, like ant farms."
(Lloyd- Dumb and Dumber)

When I was a kid I remember one of my Elementary School teachers read "How to Eat Fried Worms" to the class. I loved that book and like many books from my childhood I think about it probably more than the normal person... or maybe not? I tend to get books stuck in my head. Anyway a few months ago I saw that they had made a movie out of this particular book and I, of course, was excited...and then I saw the movie.
Seriously? I think they tried too hard. They had the main point but completely missed the rest of the story. What is with Hollywood trying to change things that don't need changed?!
My final review you ask? Cute kids in the movie but not as good as the book... or at least what I can remember.

How cool is Erin!

Erin came home tonight with a little surprise...
To all those "little helpers" out there with a need to look awesome and matchy-matchy while cleaning, I give you FANCY GLOVES! (insert Jazz Hands)

Even though I Hate Valentine's Day

Got to send this one out to all my WWN gals. You know who you are....

Another goodie from Apartment Therapy LA

This is awesome!
Dishmaker

EEEWWWWW!

Apartment Therapy LA has gone too far this time. See here.

Groundhog Day

Ned: Phil? Phil Connors? Phil Connors, I thought that was you!
Phil: Hi, thanks for watching.
[Starts to walk away]
Ned: Hey now, don't you tell me you don't remember me 'cause I sure as heckfire remember you.
Phil: Not a chance.
Ned: Ned... Ryerson. "Needlenose Ned"? "Ned the Head"? C'mon, buddy. Case Western High. I did the whistling belly-button trick at the high school talent show? Bing. Ned Ryerson, got the shingles real bad senior year, almost didn't graduate? Bing, again. Ned Ryerson, I dated your sister Mary Pat a couple of times until you told me not to anymore? Well?
Phil: Ned Ryerson?
Ned: BING!
Phil: Bing.



I love that movie! Am I right or am I right or am I right. Right....

Quote of the night

Tam: If you want to know what Wendy's problem is-

Wendy: She's a "tight a--"

Tam: Uh, her words not mine!

Oh Pam!

Oh Pam, You just couldn't see it. I was blocking the view!
See I do have a picture of you on my desk ;)

Work

This is how Allie treats, or should I say "mis-treats" me at work.

Bad Reputation

Last week on the last day of our plumbing fiasco Erin had the day off. She wanted to sleep in and the fix it guy was supposed to be there at 8am to finish up. By 10am he still wasn't there so she decided to go ahead and hop in the shower.
Like any smart girl she grabbed a change of clothes just in case so as not to create any embarrassing situations. So she turned on her music and took her shower while singing at the top of her lungs to Joan Jet.
Needless to say by the time she got dressed and came out of the bathroom she had discovered she had given our fix it guy a very loud and spirited musical concert as he had finally come over just after she got in the shower. So much for not being embarrassed.
I love it when things like that don't happen to me. Poor Erin.

I want this chimp

Read this today. She could have cleaned our bathroom for us last night while we were cleaning the rest of the house...

Confessions

Things I have done to give myself a break at work:

• sketched a beard on a picture of myself that already looked dangerously male
• made a cardboard mask of a picture of Allie, the receptionist's face and walked around the office as her.
• printed out head shots of Allie, instructed her to sign them with flare and handed them out to unsuspecting office workers
• filled out mad libs
• streached a tape measure out to its breaking limit and poked at someones head until they freaked out
• had a race down the hall, down the stairs, down the other hall and back to see who could get the best time
• practiced Tai Chi

Anyone else have any confessions?