Wordless Wednesday February 7, 2008
Maybe I should have left for work earlier this morning.
L.A. Rush Hour
This is as close to Nature as I get on my commute.
At least it wasn’t raining!
Wordless Wednesday January 23, 2008
It looks like the gloomy weather is here to stay in Los Angeles. It’s been cold and is supposed to rain the rest of the week. Maybe these pics will add a little warmth.
Taggage!! January 23, 2008
I’ve been tagged by geekbetty
The Rules -
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Link to the person who tagged you and leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours.
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Post the rules on your blog.
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Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog.
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Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, linking to their blogs.
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Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
1. My natural hair color is:
I don’t remember. Actually, it’s brown, but I’m not exactly sure which shade of brown. I haven’t seen it in 23 years. I’m amazed I have any hair left.
Right now, it looks like this:
2. I love kid shows
I grew up watching all the kids shows on PBS. Geek Boy makes fun of the fact that if I happen to be channel surfing and I come across Sesame Street, I watch it.
I also like Between The Lions. Really, how cool is a show that has a segment staring Sir Gawain, but done like ‘Wayne’s World’?
Gwain’s Word
3. I love PBS
Thanks to PBS, I can do a very good British accent. 
Before I got married, I used to watch all the British programming on the local PBS station, but now Geek Boy whines that he can’t understand the what they’re saying . Uh huh, sure. His grandfather was English. And he understands Monty Python just fine, but as soon as Masterpiece Theatre begins, he loses his mastery of the English language. GB is such a dork sometimes.
4. I used to be called The U.N.
My best friend gave me that nickname because my boyfriends were always from different countries. I just seemed to attract foreigners. I dated guys from : England, Ireland, Morocco, Iran, Russia, Romania, Spain, Brazil, Lebanon, Chile, and Argentina. My husband? He’s an L.A. baby like me. How boring. 
5. I’m flexible
I’m not sure if it’s because I’m double jointed, or because my mom had me doing yoga at an early age, but I’m freakishly flexible.
6. I love Westerns
I have a weird fascination with the Old West. I used to watch old Westerns on TV with my grandfather, so I just grew up loving the genre. Some of my favorite Westerns:
Tombstone
My grandfather looked just like Sam Elliot.
Unforgiven
That has got to be the best line from that movie.
High Plains Drifter
Can you tell I like Clint Eastwood? Hey, he was hot in his day. Anyway, this movie is a western/ghost story hybrid. The trailer doesn’t do it justice.
7. I love pro wrestling
I guess this is more of my grandfather’s influence shining through. Yes, I know it’s fixed, but those guys are tremendous athletes. Plus, it’s just fun to watch.
The Undertaker is my favorite wrestler.
I think he’s kind of hot.
Since I’m kinda new around here, I’m not going to tag anyone, but I hope you’ll try this. It’s always fun to learn about people.
Friday’s Feast January 19, 2008
Appetizer
What is your favorite beverage?
Tea. I love tea. Geek Boy calls me Captain Picard because of my love of tea.
Soup
Name 3 things that are on your computer desk at home or work.
A bottle of water
I’m not too crazy about water but everyone keeps hounding me about drinking it.
My sunglasses
I’m not cool enough to wear sunglasses at night, but I am cool enough to wear them indoors.
My car keys
In case I need to make a hasty getaway…
Salad
On a scale of 1-10 (with 10 being highest), how honest do you think you are?
I’d say an 8. My best friend would say I’m more like a 10—she thinks I’m brutally honest.
Main Course
If you could change the name of one city in the world, what would you rename it and why?
I can’t think of any cities I would rename.
Dessert
What stresses you out? What calms you down?
It’s more like what doesn’t stress me out. It seems like anything and everything does these days. Gardening calms me down. And shopping.
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Thursday Thirteen January 18, 2008
My office is a mess. It’s not just in disarray or a bit unorganized–it’s a danger zone. It’s the kind of mess where a St. Bernard carrying a flask of whiskey will be sent out to find you if you’ve been in here too long. There are files everywhere. It seems like my inbox and outbox have merged and have started to breed. Pretty soon there will be little neither in nor out box mutant memo babies running around. Yes, it is that bad. Still, there are a few things in here that are still visible to the naked eye, so for this week’s Thursday Thirteen we have :
13 Things in My Office That Can Be Found Without the Help of GPS
1. A Grande Triple Shot Non-Fat Vanilla Latte
I love my coffee. My coffee habit is probably what makes me seem almost human in the morning. But do you know what a pain in the ass it is to say ‘grande triple shot non-fat vanilla latte’ when you aren’t awake? I wish I could just say ‘the usual’ and my drink would magically appear. Better yet, it would be brought to me by a barista who looks like John Cusack.
No. It would be brought to me by John Cusack.
2. Teen Titans Action Figures
Don’t laugh. Oh, like you don’t have action figures. And no, they’re not dolls. They’re action figures.
3. An Open Can of Diet Coke
It will be found in my office at all times. As a matter of fact, I think it was written into my contract when I was hired. Besides, the latte doesn’t contain enough caffeine. I need a caffeine IV.
4. A Red Stapler
No plain black stapler for me. This stapler means business. It says ‘ This is stapled. It’s for keeps, bucko. Try to separate these sheets and I’ll cut you.’ My stapler needs anger management classes.
5. Ashes of Old Lovers
Just kidding. It’s just a jar that says’ Ashes of Old Lovers’, not the real ashes. I flushed the real ashes.
6. My Name Plate
It’s on the left hand corner of my desk; it’s beauty unmarred by the mess surrounding it. I know–most people have one, but mine is unique. Geek Boy made it for me. Out of paper. Why? Because I’ve asked multiple times for one with my married name on it but no dice. I’ve been married for 3 years, but I guess the city wants to make sure it lasts before coughing up the 5 bucks.
7. A Bubble Wrap Ensconced Rectangular Object
I don’t know what it is. It’s still sitting there in its wrapping. Am I curious? No. It’s from the city, for goodness sake. Unless it a check for a million dollars –or my name plate–I don’t care.
8. Two Calendars
Yes, they’re both 2008. And no, I don’t think they dates will vary from one to the other, smartass.
9. An Unopened Can of Diet Coke
Any caffeine junkie worth her salt always has a backup.
10. A Can of Flying and Crawling Insect Killer
It’s great. The can looks like those generic products from the ’80’s. It works, though. Flying and crawling insects know better than to mess with me.
11. A Thermometer
My office is always cold. Like refrigerator cold. I like to know the temperature so I can whine about it later.
12. A Picture of Geek Boy and Me
It was taken on our first trip to Universal Studios as a married couple. I like it.
13. A Plaque
A plaque telling the world I’ve been working at this bloody place for over 10 years. People think I keep it here because I like it. It’s here because I don’t want it at home.
The Grudgery January 17, 2008
A friend of mine once told me that holding a grudge was bad for your health. Like it would eat at your innards or something. Ok, I’m sure that’s not what he meant, but you get the idea. Maybe he’s right—maybe holding on to hard feelings places a burden on your spirit, maybe it keeps you from growing into a better person. I don’t think anyone purposely holds a grudge, though. You know, says ‘I think I’ll hold a grudge for the next 20 years’, and proceeds to spend those years giving someone the evil eye. It’s just one of those things that we do and don’t realize we’ve done it.
When I was 9 years old I had a grey tabby cat named Spotty. He was a stray that wandered into the yard one day and stayed. Spotty was an outdoor kitty. He loved roaming around the block, visiting with the other neighborhood cats or doing whatever cats do when they hang out. One morning Spotty made the mistake of wandering into the street. He was hit by a car and died in front of our house. When my parents and I arrived home from Sunday mass, the first thing was saw was Spotty lying dead in the driveway. My mom tried to tell me he was just hurt, that my dad would take him to the doctor— that maybe Spotty would get better, but I knew. That afternoon, my cousin dropped by to see my grandmother. She told him what had happened and he said, “I know. I saw the cat lying there. I didn’t know if it was dead, but I wasn’t about to touch it.” Asshole. He was an adult. He practically lived at out house yet he couldn’t do that one thing to spare a little kid’s feelings.
Maybe its a bit much, but to this day I can’t stand the sight of my cousin. And my innards are just fine.
Dear John Letter January 12, 2008
Dear Ebay,
I’m leaving you. You’re simply not giving me what I need. I get all that and more from Etsy. It’s not you, it’s me.
No. It’s you.
Thursday Thirteen January 12, 2008
It’s a beautiful day out today. Sunny, near 70 degrees—so why am I cranky? I thought it was lack of caffeine, but after my 2nd coffee fix, I guess caffeine has nothing to do with it.
So in honor of all my fellow crankypants, here’s a list of some of my pet peeves.
13 Pet Peeves
1. Procrastination
I keep missing the Thursday 13 because I keep putting it off. I just can’t get my ass in gear. Well, I can…but later.
2. People who don’t use turn signals
Do they not want the rest of us to know what they’re thinking? It’s like signaling will ruin their plan for world domination or something. The cute blinking lights are installed in your car for a reason. Use them, you twit.
3. My lazy clients
I’m an employment counselor and some of my clients are uber-lazy. Now, some of my clients are great…they put forth a lot of effort when they come in to look for a job. Then there are the Can you write my resumé/set up my appointments/Hold my hand while I pee variety. I especially dislike the ones that complain about the fact that I don’t give them “good” job leads. These are usually the ones who ask for jobs at the “liberry”. Grrrrrrr. A typical conversation with one odf them sounds like this: ” What kind of experience do you have ?” “Well, none, but ….”
Yeah, next time the position of Emperor of All Space and Time opens up, I’ll be sure to let you know.
4. Mispronunciation of ‘library’
Some people say ‘liberry’….my supervisor, for example. It makes me cringe. She has a Master’s Degree yet still mispronounces the word. Liberry. Ugh. Really? A berry made from lye? That must be yummy. Moron.
5. Department lunches
We don’t get along 364 days out of the year, but this one day we’re all one big happy family? No thanks.
6. Having to explain my sense of humor
At work. Every. Bloody. Day.
7. People who feel the need to point out the cat hair on my furniture
I have 3 cats. They shed. And you know what? They live here and you don’t. Suck it up, you whiny bastard.
8. The fact that after 13 years, my boss still can’t pronounce my name
It’s Soraya, not Mariah. They rhyme…and he can say Mariah, but never pronounces Soraya correctly.
9. Mumbling
Especially that angry mumbling my husband does as he walks away when we argue. You’d better say what you want to say to my face or it’s going to get ugly. I used to make my 6′3″ gang unit cop ex cry, so I’m certainly not afraid of a computer nerd. I’m scary–all 5 feet , 2 inches of me.
10. Being told to smile
If I had something to smile about, I would. Go away.
11. Relatives who ask why I don’t have any kids
….and add “at your age”. Sorry. I promise to get knocked up at 15 in my next life, ok?
12. Men who drive trucks with the tail gate down
If the truck bed is empty, why is the tail gate down? No guys, it doesn’t make that “my truck is an extension of my penis” vehicle of yours any bigger.
13. Pencils with no erasers
I don’t know why. They just bug me.
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