My cuz Albo and I at a concert at Scottrade, before her camera was confiscated by an evil security broad.
At least we got a few pics in before the intrusion.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Happy Moment
My cuz Albo and I at a concert at Scottrade, before her camera was confiscated by an evil security broad.
At least we got a few pics in before the intrusion.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Saturday Morning Redux
It's funny the things you remember about your childhood.
Like on Saturday mornings, I had to go to gymnastics, but I hated it because I would miss my cartoons, and was too tall to do the uneven bars (which were my favorite). Double whammy.
Or the time when I was six, I took leftover pancakes my mom had thrown in the trash, and attempted to feed them to the little white dog that lived there. Well, the owners also had a big German Shepard, and he came running out of the house, grabbed my arm with his jaws and shook me a little. Scared the jeebus out of me. I ran home crying, and as I sat there on the kitchen stool while my parents were on the phone (with the neighbor? animal control? who knows), my little brother whispered that I'd have to have a hundred rabies shots in my tummy.
A hundred is unimaginable to a small child. My brother was such a little stinker. I howled.
When my mom got me the coolest canopy bed with pink frilly bedding, my brother promptly started to talk to "Maynard". Who is Maynard, you may ask? Well, he's the ghost of a little boy who now lived behind my bed.
Of course, he did this to rile me up. It worked.
On the flipside, the best day of the week for me was Saturday. Cartoons. For hours. And growing up in ND, they didn't air HR PuffnStuff. But, we did have the following gems:
Like on Saturday mornings, I had to go to gymnastics, but I hated it because I would miss my cartoons, and was too tall to do the uneven bars (which were my favorite). Double whammy.
Or the time when I was six, I took leftover pancakes my mom had thrown in the trash, and attempted to feed them to the little white dog that lived there. Well, the owners also had a big German Shepard, and he came running out of the house, grabbed my arm with his jaws and shook me a little. Scared the jeebus out of me. I ran home crying, and as I sat there on the kitchen stool while my parents were on the phone (with the neighbor? animal control? who knows), my little brother whispered that I'd have to have a hundred rabies shots in my tummy.
A hundred is unimaginable to a small child. My brother was such a little stinker. I howled.
When my mom got me the coolest canopy bed with pink frilly bedding, my brother promptly started to talk to "Maynard". Who is Maynard, you may ask? Well, he's the ghost of a little boy who now lived behind my bed.
Of course, he did this to rile me up. It worked.
On the flipside, the best day of the week for me was Saturday. Cartoons. For hours. And growing up in ND, they didn't air HR PuffnStuff. But, we did have the following gems:
A Quickie
No, not that kind (I wish). And that reminds me of how much I miss lunches.
This is a quickie weekend update.
Friday night went out to eat with a friend, and helped scheme a plot for him to woo the ladies proper. It was fun.
Saturday, went to a birthday party for a good friend. Good times were had by all.
Sunday, ran some errands, jawed on the telephonetic device, and around 9:30, got the urge to work out. Couldn't surpress it, so went downstairs to the loverly in-loft gym and dropped a couple miles. And no, working out so late does not help me sleep. I have bags the size of Berkins under my eyes this morning, good thing I have a kick-ass job that doesn't mind what you wear - clothes, piercings, tats and the like are all fair game.
All in all, an okay weekend. Could have used one more day.
This is a quickie weekend update.
Friday night went out to eat with a friend, and helped scheme a plot for him to woo the ladies proper. It was fun.
Saturday, went to a birthday party for a good friend. Good times were had by all.
Sunday, ran some errands, jawed on the telephonetic device, and around 9:30, got the urge to work out. Couldn't surpress it, so went downstairs to the loverly in-loft gym and dropped a couple miles. And no, working out so late does not help me sleep. I have bags the size of Berkins under my eyes this morning, good thing I have a kick-ass job that doesn't mind what you wear - clothes, piercings, tats and the like are all fair game.
All in all, an okay weekend. Could have used one more day.
100 Interviews
100 Interviews is a decent source for getting to know the movers & shakers in the web industry...to name a few:
Tony Hsieh - president of Zappos
Pete Cashmore - founder of Mashable
Mike Prasad - founder of Girl Gamer & CEO of Koji BBQ
Also nice if you couldn't front the bank to hit SXSW.
Tony Hsieh - president of Zappos
Pete Cashmore - founder of Mashable
Mike Prasad - founder of Girl Gamer & CEO of Koji BBQ
Also nice if you couldn't front the bank to hit SXSW.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Wow, this weather
Our professor let us out early from class, as we are having the "storm of the century" or something to that affect.
Driving home (from Belleville) I saw some amazing lightening. Straight streaks that shot horizontally right in front of me. Large, almost perfectly formed bolts from sky to sidewalk. The sky was continually lit up, and the cloud formations beyond the lightening were swirly and angry looking.
It reminded me of that round crystal-ball thing that has streaks of light and causes your hair to static up and stand on end if you touch it. But much larger...natch.
I love thunderstorms. Love them. They're great fodder for snuggling under blankets, the imminent danger is such a turn on.
On a side note, this particular professor is an odd duck. Every class he's attempted to bond with the class over a joke that involves saying the wrong thing to a rapist. He has worked in the prison system counseling sexual offenders, hard core fellers that really can never be on the streets again. I'm guessing that's where his warped sense of humor comes from - he's been hanging with this lot for so long, he's lost touch some with the sane masses.
It's not my favorite class.
Well....guess I'll be going....need to find a blanket to snuggle under.
Driving home (from Belleville) I saw some amazing lightening. Straight streaks that shot horizontally right in front of me. Large, almost perfectly formed bolts from sky to sidewalk. The sky was continually lit up, and the cloud formations beyond the lightening were swirly and angry looking.
It reminded me of that round crystal-ball thing that has streaks of light and causes your hair to static up and stand on end if you touch it. But much larger...natch.
I love thunderstorms. Love them. They're great fodder for snuggling under blankets, the imminent danger is such a turn on.
On a side note, this particular professor is an odd duck. Every class he's attempted to bond with the class over a joke that involves saying the wrong thing to a rapist. He has worked in the prison system counseling sexual offenders, hard core fellers that really can never be on the streets again. I'm guessing that's where his warped sense of humor comes from - he's been hanging with this lot for so long, he's lost touch some with the sane masses.
It's not my favorite class.
Well....guess I'll be going....need to find a blanket to snuggle under.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Seriously, for a Monday....
...it was a helluva day. And on a Monday, too. Can you beat that?
That's me, above, being happy...
It was a really good day. I am surprised at how good I feel, about life in general.
Work was enjoyable. Uh huh!
Class let out early. Yeah!
I heard a U2 cover by Elbow on the way home. Right on!
And I am now home in my jammies, getting ready to unwind by reading my latest Forbes while listening to some Rilo Kiley (thanks again, KMac) and playing some wayward catch with my dog Oliver.
Am I just too damn cheery for ya? Well, tough shit. Yeah, I have my bad days. I had a whole string of them earlier this year. So when I have a good day, darn tootin' I'm going to shout it to the rafters.
Bring on the happy!!
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