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No…YOUnofutti

This week was a good week. Most of the good stuff happened on Wednesday, since that was the day that Live Free or Die Hard opened and I think we all know how I feel about Bruce Willis and the Die Hard trilogy. Followed by the fact that I got two chocolate pies given to me. In honor of the giver’s birthday. It was spectacular. And they were delicious-flavored. I had a lovely phone date this afternoon and another is scheduled for Sunday so Amanda and I can solve the world’s problems. Because that’s what we do on phone dates.

I also went to Allele’s graduation/back in Napa party. Fudgie was there complete with slicked-back hair. Apparently that’s how he rolls now that he’s a big shot building planes in Seattle. We ate food that we named something else and they gave me bubbles to drink (chilled on grapes, of course) and for those of you who didn’t know it, I ♥ bubbles. But more importantly (and before the bubbles) my new cousin was there! She is teeny tiny and adorable. All I wanted to do was keep holding her. Point in case:

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See how small she is? I love it.

Megan the Great, WenisExtraordinaire and I went to the grocery store after to get necessary items for MTG’s housewarming party. (<— nevermind. I will not be using Megan the Great’s initials as they are far too close to El Jefe’s and I’m just not down with that.) We attempted said shopping trip at 10:30 at night on a Friday because we thought we wouldn’t be a bother to big crowds of people. Except there were tons of people at the grocery store–all under the age of 15 and all in the adult beverage center. So we tried our best to not play bumper carts with those not in our shopping group and my apologies to the lady trying to get down the shampoo aisle but from the corner of my eye she really did look like Megan so I didn’t bother to move out of her way.

Also while on said shopping excursion, WenisExtraordinaire posed a very intriguing question. In the produce section, she found a bag of fruit and the fruit was called Unifruitti. What, we pondered, might that fruit be? A special prize to someone who can explain it to me.

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Ansel Adams I am not

Megan the Great and I went to do some night photography the other night. She was much better than me. She had a few things in mind that she wanted to shoot and I just needed to test out my camera and see if I couldn’t pick up a thing or two from her. I learned two things: one, Napa is apparently quite the hot spot on Monday nights. Who knew that DTJ’s open mic night could be such a people watching place. I found it intriguing, despite the expression of other people. And two, just because it was 80+ degrees during the day doesn’t not mean that it will be 80+ degrees at night.

At any rate, I have a lot to work on. But it was totally fun.

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Omaha? More like No-maha

I made it to Omaha. And now I’m ready to leave it. First of all, poor planning on our part put us at the airport at 5am on Tuesday morning for a 6:25am flight. That meant I had to be up at 3am to get ready and drive to Sactown. We landed in Omaha at 1:50 local time but it didn’t much matter because we were all exhausted. We got checked into our hotel and the only thing I have to say is that if the Clario* (so named by the outside lights on the hotel) is a 3-star hotel, I would be scared to see a 1-star hotel. Mix in a vacuum. One time. And maybe get rid of the cobwebs on the lamps.

We headed to the College World Series and walking up to Rosenblatt Stadium is absolutely phenomenal. It’s like a big street fair, only with baseball stuff which I love. So my dad and brother browsed all the T-shirts and hat stores which is like shoe shopping to women and I tried to choose between the Beat ‘em Beavers and Eater Nation shirts. Then we entered Rosenblatt via General Admission. General Admission is code for free-for-all. You stand in line and hope they have room to let you in. They purposely oversell General Admission only to let you in to search for a seat. Then when you get a seat, there is no leg room. To get out of your seat, everyone has to stand up. When seated, my knees hit the back of the bleacher in front. And I’m not exactly tall and all leg.

So I’m over that whole experience but at least I can say that I have been to the College World Series. Add that one to the win column. Fast forward to my brother’s tournament games where they didn’t play so hot. To say the least. And while we sat in the stands, we compared notes with the Colorado team and they said they switched hotels to go to the Clario and it seemed like a palace compared to their former rooms. Ew. The Better Business Bureau is so getting a letter.

Friday was pretty much a free day and I thought we should go to a water park because who doesn’t love a good waterslide every now and then but no one else wanted to go. All these boys wanted to do was to go back to Rosenblatt and shop in the tents. But I still am holding strong to my arguement that if you’ve seen one hat and t-shirt store, you’ve seen them all. So that’s what they do. And I wasn’t down with that, so I went exploring, because that’s what I do when I’m in different cities. I walked outside the Clario because word on the street was that there was a movie theater down the street from our hotel. So where there is a movie theater there must be a plaza, right? Wrong. I walk up the block a ways and there is nothing but a movie-plex of sorts and a big ol’ empty parking lot. So I keep walking. Then see nothing but neighborhoods so I turn around and go down another street. It is at this point that I become totally disgruntled with Nomaha and the lack of anything. But I take another route back to the hotel and what do I pass on the same street as the Clario? The Better Business Bureau office. So now I know where to address my letter. (Said letter will also be addressing that towels were not replaced and that I had to steal toilet paper off the cleaning cart because apparently housekeeping is not an every day sort of thing.)

Today was pretty good. We won a ball game then I came back and snoozed for a bit before heading to a casino to watch the first game of the championship series. My brother and I played pool and he pretty much ran the table which can only mean that I need to get to Billco’s more often. Then we cruised to Old Town Nomaha and there was some big street fair going on but it was shutting down when we arrived. We went in a few shops but unless you are looking to eat, you are pretty much out of luck.

I leave soon and I just have to say that my plane cannot touch down in CA soon enough. The next time I come here will only be if my brother is in the CWS and I have family tickets behind the dish waiting at Will Call.

There is just nothing here. For such a big population (someone said 700,000?) there sure isn’t much going on. But I will give the locals credit. They are very polite.

In other news,  I did manage to put all of my scrapbook layouts into Two Peas. Check out my scraptastic side of life if you are wondering why I’m putting scrapbook pages onto a site named for vegetables.

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Does this make me a groupie?

I had my phone date with Amanda today. Since my best friend is on the opposite coast, we try and have phone dates on the weekends when the minutes are free so we can keep up on each other’s lives. It’s great because we’re pretty much the same person so it saves time on using extraneous words to tell stories. So one might wonder how we can talk for so long since we do save time by finishing each other’s sentences and already knowing what the other person is going to say. Really, the answer is simple. It’s a gift.

So while on said phone date, Amanda told me about how Donny, one of our very good friends from high school who happens to be a professional BMX bike racer got a call from his agent. A fact that is funny in itself. Apparently at one of his races somewhere in the New England states they are having an auction or raffle of some sort and his agent got him an extra gig.

It was at this point, as Amanda is relaying the story to me that I stop browsing Old Target for envelopes and stop dead in my tracks and tell her “please tell me this isn’t going where I think it is…” and she says “oh but it is, my friend.”

 And then I find out that by entering this raffle/auction, you can win an evening with Donny.

Best.thing.I’ve.ever.heard.

On this “Night with Donny,” you get to go bowling and also have dinner with him. It was at this point that we both decided that we must have won this raffle way back during freshmen year because that’s all we ever did during high school. All with BenandDonny because that is the true, full name of Ben and Donny. They are a matching set.

I can’t believe that the guy who played Paul Shaffer to Ben’s David Letterman for our 9th grade project…the guy who swiped Bobby’s sweater vest at the 8th grade dance because Bobby was the cool guy in class…. now has people that will pay money to enter a raffle to spend the evening with him.

We also wondered how his girlfriend is allowing this. She is so gonna get a big ring.

Then we wondered how much Donny’s signature in our yearbook’s would go for on eBay. Apparently a lot more than we originally had figured.

This is Donny now, gracing the cover of a real magazine:
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And this is the Donny that we all know, hanging out in the game aisle:
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In keeping with the theme that apparently I have famous friends, I did some research on crackspace and found that one of the other guys from my graduating class has released records on an indie label as well as that one of my very good friends from my junior year is now a fancy music promoter

But nothing is as good as the fact that The Donald has groupies.

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dancing and twirling…

This morning I woke up and was just not having it. I hit the snooze button five times before actually getting up. That is two more times that usual, people. I was having one of those days when you hate your clothes and your hair just is not behaving…it was rough. I called Megan the Great to see if she wanted coffee and since she was in the same boat as I, she said yes please.

As I drove to work, putting on my morning concert in the car, I was reminded of a story I had to write for school one time. It was based on the book Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Our assignment in class was the write a similar story based on all the horrific things that might make one have an awful day, like forgetting your homework, your mom not making you breakfast, the cafeteria not serving anything good, etc. I was pretty sure that this morning was my Alexander story coming to life.

Then the heavens opened up and Cari, my esthetician, smiled on me and squeezed me in for a much-needed eyebrow appointment this evening. I had already had my coffee and my steaming cup of white mocha goodness was lifting my spirits too.

The afternoon brought a lovely, albeit triple-digit temp, outdoor lunch at the park with my girls and we watched as tourists wiped down the park benches with moist towelettes while we sat some of us in white pants in disbelief. But it was definitely good for a laugh.

Upon returning home tonight after my day was turned around, I did was any self-respecting woman who is waiting to hear from a hot guy might do: went online to see if he was online. Clearly.

Unfortunately, he was not. But he more than made up for it with the text message later. So. Now, between crackspace and text messaging, I’m totally content. I have been engaging in the aforementioned electronic activities with the very handsome guy who I want to get to know better and he has invited me to hit golf balls with him tomorrow. Adore-able. I have danced and twirled all night long. My neighbors below me now think I’m super weird because I’m giggling uncontrollably and pacing around all the rooms in the house. It’s a combination of nerves and excitement and anxiousness….whew. When I finally do fall asleep, man is it gonna be solid.

One of the cutest things of the whole conversation was when I told him that it is only fair that I warn him that my skill level when it comes to golf is somewhere around “not always embarrassing myself, but close” and he responded with “that works for me, I’m the same so it will be ok..” Um, I clearly remember reading things about his skills in the newspaper and from what I remember, he was far from embarrasing himself. But I still think it’s cute that he said that.

This is me dancing and twirling…

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Disregard previous post

I just got a very nice note I’m in love with MySpace right now from that very handsome guy that I would like to get to know better and he wanted to know if I wanted to get together sometime.

Um. Yes. Yes I would.

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Everything should be platnium

It’s been about .2 seconds since I have referenced 16 Candles in my title so I figured I was about due.

I had planned to go to sleep early tonight and actually get a good night’s sleep. I had planned to watch the Super Regional and see Michigan and Oregon State play. But that was before the atrocious traffic on the way home. I literally drove around and made a loop back to the office and went back to work. So I missed the Super Regional. As for going to bed early, well…here I sit, in front of the computer. Unable to sleep.

I should be very excited because my Monday morning got off to a phenomenal start when I received a Friend’s Request (yes, I made a MySpace reference) from a very handsome guy who I would very much like to get to know better. Except my dancing and twirling is being stifled by all the other stuff that is going on.

I’m trying to get ready to go on vacation next week hooray for Omaha except all the projects seem to be piling up at the moment. I worked until 7:30pm tonight. I felt very productive post-traffic congestion so I kept right on going. Once I was sure that the building was clear, I put on quite the concert in my office. I sing very well when no one is around.

My very good friend in CO thought it wise to check in today and that threw me for a loop. I hadn’t talked to him in a while and I guess it was good that I was so busy because I can’t handle his drama right now.

In other lighter news, I find the Hallmark commercial with the MC Hammer amusing. You know, the one where the kids give their dad a card and upon opening, it plays “Can’t Touch This” and flashes to a vision of him (a white, balding, middle-aged man) in parachute pants and a Vanilla Ice-esque hairstyle. Kinda cracks me up–mostly because in second grade that is what we listened to on the way to school. My dad was nice and let the kids in the carpool pick.  

So, now I’m off to do what I do when I can’t sleep. That’s right. Cosby Show episodes. I love them.

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Attention Seven Mary 3 & 4

While bundled up on the couch, pondering aforementioned friend situation, I happened upon Access Hollywood. And what did Access Hollywood have to share with me this evening besides Paris Hilton’s mugshot? That’s right. News of the latest TV-to-DVD releases. 

I’m not even sure how to begin to share this wonderful news. A chunk of my childhood–returned to me. I found out that Season One of CHiPs is now available on DVD.
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I used to love CHiPs. I would get up early during summer vacation because it was on TBS or something at like, 9am. I would totally get up and watch while most of my elementary school friends would sleep in. I’m not kidding. I’m not even sure how I discovered it because clearly it was already in re-runs by the time I got around to being a fan. Considering it ran from 1977-1983 and we all know that 1983 is known for two things: the final season of CHiPs and me being born.

It gets better because in doing my googling of CHiPs, I found out that they are doing a movie remake of it due out in 2009. Starring Wilmer Valderrama as Ponch. Oh man. I’m not even making this up.

I had a huge crush on Larry Wilcox. I won’t lie. I was a Jon Baker fan. Once, there were some neighbor girls that were older than me (odds were in their favor, me being six and all) who found it funny to write a letter as Larry Wilcox and put it in my mail box. I don’t remember getting exceptionally worked up about it but I know it definitely didn’t occur to me that a) I hadn’t written him first, and b) how would he know my address.

Suddenly me already owning the first 5 seasons of Dallas on DVD doesn’t seem so shocking anymore, does it?

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The definitive “I don’t care anymore”

I can’t even come up with a good intro for this. These song lyrics pretty much sum up the feelings of a dwindling friendship

You have a way of coming easily to me.
And when you take, you take the very best of me.
So I start a fight ’cause I need to feel somethin’
And you do what you want ’cause I’m not what you wanted.
Oh, what a shame.
What a rainy ending given to a perfect day.
Just walk away, no use defending words that you will never say.
And now that I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ it through, I’ve never been anywhere cold as you.
You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray.
And I stood there lovin’ you and washed them all away.
And you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you.

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Because no blog is complete without it

Name: seriously?
Birthday: January 17
Birthplace: Please refer to the song by Mac Dre entitled “Vallejo”
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: I believe it’s Chocolate Cherry. So put that in your pipe.
Height: Heels are my friend.
Right Handed or Left Handed: Depends on what we’re talkin about..writing? Lefty. Batting or golf? Righty.
Your Heritage: I wish I was British but with good teeth. Alas, I am not. Instead, I should make a better attempt to live up to my Irish ancestry and drink more beer.
The Shoes You Wore Today: It’s dry outside, therefor flipflops will always be my foot cover of choice.
Your Weakness: Snakin’ Cake. Culinary bliss, people.
Your Perfect Pizza: Is from Papa Joe’s
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: Contribute more to my savings
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: It is a special occasion when I get on IM.
Thoughts First Waking Up: I have to get out of bed, seriously?
Your Best Physical Feature: I say it the Gerlach Grin.
Your Bedtime: I would love for it to be no later than 10pm but it never is.
Your Most Missed Memory: Please refer to My Best Day
Pepsi or Coke: Have you met me?
MacDonalds or Burger King: One time a friend and I went on a mission to make the best fast food combo meal and our plan was to go to McDonalds for the fries, In-N-Out for burgers and Jack in the Box for an Oreo shake. It entailed too much driving and Jack in the Box was closest to my house. But damn was that shake good.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: None, unless I’m visiting the South. And only then is it sweet tea in Mississippi.
Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate. In any form.
Cappuccino or Coffee: White Chocolate Mocha with Whipped Cream preferably steamed to 130 degrees.
Do you Smoke: Not unless I have a death wish and I’m pretty sure I don’t.
Do you Sing: In the car. And in the shower. I rock. Ask me about the time I was driving home from San Diego and was singing to my Christina Aguilera CD. I’ll be damned if I didn’t hit that note.
Do you Shower Daily: Yes, but I *gasp* don’t wash my hair every day
Have you Been in Love: Yes on both counts.
Do you want to go to College: Been there done that. Not going back. Ever.
Do you want to get Married: Again, have you met me?
Do you think you are Attractive: I would like to take this opportunity to inform any guy who may be out there that 99% of women would prefer to be called beautiful as opposed to hot. Just for the record.
Are you a Health Freak: No. That would require regular exercise and I don’t do that sorta thing.
Do you like Thunderstorms: Only if I can be safely tucked away in my own house. And it’s daytime. A girl’s gotta sleep at night and thunder is not advantageous to sleeping.
In the past month have you gone on a date: Do phone dates with Amanda count??
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: My credit card is still recovering from Christmas. I have put myself on mall probation.
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: I wish I had some Oreos right now. I would put them in a glass and pour milk over them and then eat them with a spoon…like cereal.
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: I prefer my food to be dead and cooked thank you very much
In the past month have you been dumped: That would require having a boyfriend to begin with, wouldn’t it?
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: No. Because I own a bathing suit.
Ever been Beaten up: No. No one will cross me because I’m freakishly strong.
How do you want to die: quickly and painlessly.
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: One of Charlie’s Angels.
What country would you most like to Visit: Australia
Number of CDs I own: about a billion, many of which are homemade.
Number of Piercings: three.
Number of Tattoos: tons. I’m totally tatted up.
Number of things in my Past I Regret: one, and he now has a “wifey.” Poor girl.

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