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?

So Annoying

So if I haven't already vented to you, you should know that I have the worst luck with plumbing issues where ever I decide to live.
When I first moved into this place with Hilary my room turned into a swamp and steadily got worse with each shower we took. Some genius had hammered a nail into a pipe at some point and the problem didn't decide to manifest itself until I moved in and had already hung all of my clothes in the closet. So I got the treat of wet clothes and a puddle reaching the middle of the room. Pretty sweet huh? Well two and a half weeks later and one new wall we were in working order except for the fact that now the handles in the shower decided to fall off with Hilary's unearthly strength.
So again the plumber, who thinks he knows us really well at this point, yuck, comes back out and replaces the said crushed handles with porcelain ones only to have to replace them a month later with new plastic ones that don't shatter when we try to turn on the shower (I will blame the shattered porcelain again on Hilary, only because I have already made her out to be a beast of a woman and wouldn't want to ruin my reputation as a delicate flower. I would also like to point out that we actually used a wrench for a week until the lame-0 plumber finally would return my call and do his job). Intermittently during this time we also had to have the pipes to the washer fixed twice.
So now I bring you to present day, or rather November when I come home from a weekend with my parents discover my house smells like mold. Living in it Kim had not smelled it or realized her floor in her closet and corner of her room were squishy wet and there was a patch of mold growing on her closet wall. So again a call to the plumber produced no results and a now Pissed Off Tamara called the Land Lady. Apparently Land Lady is out of town and the Land Lord deals with it. So he comes out with another guy to look at the damage and they decide something should be done. Genius.
That something is apparently to push the pipe that has been kicked into the wall back out of the wall so it can drain out side instead of into the room. Thinking the problem is fixed they don't return. Kim doesn't notice anymore problems, moves out as scheduled and I leave for Missouri for Christmas.
And of course on my return I find another large puddle. Lucky Erin gets to move into a wet room.
And now after two and a half weeks of working on the problem, another hole in the wall (this one in the kitchen), and people who can't seem to keep appointment times or call when they are not going to, we are still waiting for the work to be completed.
Is it too much to ask to just be able to come home and not worry about whether or not a fix it guy could, OR could not come over to work until ten at night? Geeze Lousie! I want my apartment back, along with my sanity.

Favorite Childhood Toy

Lisa posted a blog requesting people to post their favorite childhood toy. Sooooooo, mine was definetly Barbie. My fav one was the Ice Skating Princess. She had a beautiful dress that you could take the bottom portion off and it would be a short one for skating. I think she even had lipstick that would appear to go on when you brushed her lips with warm water. She was so cool.
What was yours?

People Love me.

Today I went to Starbucks to get some coffee for a meeting and Tina and My Starbucks buddy, (who we like to call Vinilla Ice due to his Halloween Costume last year and the fact that we don't actually know his name), was there and took my order. He actually always knows my name which makes me feel bad that I don't know his. Anyway, He told me he was going to "Get (my) order" which I took as that he would go and grab it but No, He apparently ment he wouldn't charge me for my own coffee! I LOVE it when that happens! I must be just a really likeable person! Tah!
Okay but in all seriousness, that's pretty awesome of him.

Space Ranger Pilots

I can't believe how seriously awesome, I mean awful, we look. All squinty and serious. Not a good look for either of us.
Yet somehow Tina and Jenni managed to look like the cover of Voge.
Katie and I did get higher scores so if we can't be good looking at least we are smart.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATIE!

Happy Birthday Katie!
You're the best phototakingdancingqueenbruchettamaking
harrypottersceneitplayingyourmomsayingwigwearing
scooterridingmedievaltimesmaidenBEAutiful friend a girl could have.
I Hope all your dreams come true!

Math Equation:Fractions: When am I ever gonna use this in real life?!

Lesson One:
When you happen to fall into an accounting position.
Oh stupid fractions. I can hear Mrs. Robles laughing at me right now.

ahhhhhhh

For the first time in a year, my heater works. Praise God. Now my toes won't fall off....
Note to self : Always request Eli as your fix it Guy. He actually WORKS AND FIXES the things you ask him to fix instead of taking a 30 minute smoke break after every five minutes of work.

And a Merry Christmas to you Mr. Hoff (wink wink)

This one is for Wendy, Erin, Katie, and oh yes, yes indeed, you too Hilary...

Wendy's Forehead

In recent conversation with "the girls" it came to light that when Wendy was a kid she always thought that "forehead" was "four head" and actually had to do with the finger width of your, uh, well, forehead. So to her there were not only such things as "four heads" but also "three heads", "five heads", and theoretically even "six heads".
I love Wendy's stories! She always keeps me on my toes!
For future reference ladies and gentlemen, I have a "three head".

In other news, yesterday I informed Faith that the universal peace symbol with the dove, the dove is carrying a feather. uhhhh you know, since a feather would obviously inform Noah that there was dry land. At least I knew it was a leafy/feathery looking thing....Wow.

Still Listening

Still listening to Anne of Green Gables.
The person reading it now makes me want to shoot myself in the foot.

Question of the Day

If a movie were made about you and your life or at least a portion of your life what songs would be in the soundtrack? List five.....And I want participation people!

My soundtrack would include (Okay I did six- I mean seven):

1. Sisters, Sisters- (form White Christmas) it would be sung by the actors who play myself and Jenni, while trying to dance....
2. We are Going to be Friends- Jack Johnson for when I was a kid and Nicole and I used to go on adventures and cause trouble.
   
3. Somewhere Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World- Israel Kamakawiwo'ole for Tiffany's death.
4. Dreams- The Cranberries, because they have always been a favorite and would just fit with my soundtrack.
5. Landslide- Fleetwood Mac, just because I love that song....
6. And a couple Michael Jackson songs for memory sake:
1. Thriller- Lisa and I dancing and jumping on couches, sorry mom
2. P.Y.T.- Hilary's Version- If you don't know it you should ask. Think Julie Andrews.

Now its your turn! At least FIVE!

Anne with an "E"

Ever since I was a kid I have loved the "Anne of Green Gables" movies but could never actually get through the first pages of the book. It sat on my bookcase for years and now I am not sure that it is even there still. Last night I discovered a free podcast of the reading of it and decided that I would try listening to it instead. In case you were wondering, it is going much better than me reading it did (strange because I love to read, just don't give myself the time to). So far it is pretty good but sometimes the readers are really annoying.
Anyway my point in this post is to ask you a question that Anne asked Mathew on their way to Green Gables,
"Which would you rather be if you had the choice? Divinley Beautiful, Dazzilingly Clever, or Angelically good?"

Lifeisode 25-12-10

Lifeisode (noun 'lIf & "sOd also -"zOd, origins: Hilary)- an event in a person's life that is distinctive and separate although part of one's life as a whole.
Skipped church today and instead I am freezing in my living room. Serves me right I guess.

The Pleasure was all Sam's

I had the distinct pleasure of having Sam surprise me by peeing in the living room just as someone knocked on the door to come and look at the appartment. Oh the horror and embarassment of it all! Bad, bad, bad Sam. I was not pleased.

The Guilty Party: