Jen

Greg- you can be on my A+ friend list too, for loving Madonna and being a straight male. Becky is already on my A+ list because she rocks.

I had the strangest ice cream, actually sherbet, for dessert after lunch today. Shrek’s (or something like that) swirl. It was grape and sour apple and it had pop rocks in it. I am officially too old for that, because it was way too sweet. It is also officially the oddest flavor of the year. I like to be official.

Hopefully, I’ll see you later. Dog sitting neurotic dog AGAIN, tonight. The P’s are back in Vegas.

PS. I still do not know who my crush is.

Becky

Parents are wierd.

My Mom just wrote me and said "hasn't the weather been grand?"
Hello, Mom!! You are not British and it's not 1920!!

ps-Jen, I think you would drop dead if you knew what I spend on gas every month. We have taxes on so many things, why do we need to have taxes on gas? What's wrong with you people!!??!!

i turned into a martian.

i also like madonna. she rocks.

so jenn, does this mean you don't really have a crush on me? i'm so disappointed. i also am spelling challenged. i spell kpants with a silent k.

only 2.5 hours to go but it is dragging hard. i need an escape.

Jen

I know that crush link is shite, but I need to know who sent it to me. The last time I got one of those, it was from my friend, JoeP. Now, I love JoeP, but he’s gay (honestly, this is not me being mean.) So, he sent it as a joke. When you make your “link," they send you an e-mail that says, ”You found out your Crush!” and then there’s ads to buy exotic massage oils and kinky sex toys…. Hmmm, maybe I’m talking about the wrong e-mail. Anyway, there are ad’s and they tell you to e-mail your crush.

This is how I found out it was JoeP. I sent out a disclaimer to a bunch of my friends, telling them that they would receive a crush link from me and that I was doing it to find out who sent me one. Then I put a bunch of names in the crush link section and asked for a hint (you have to enter names before getting the hint- doesn’t that suck?!). So, Becky and Greg- don’t be surprised if I have a crush on you today!

I’d like to discuss high gas prices again. And Pat’s driving (footnote). Pat borrowed my car on Tuesday night. I had a quarter of a tank, and when I got back on Wednesday, it was near empty. Now, I really am not sure where Jordan and Pat took my vehicle joyriding, but I can make a tank of gas last forever if necessary. Maybe I just drive like a pussy, I am unsure. What I do know is that gas is goddamn expensive and I need to drive like a puss in order to conserve. So, I drove all over on Friday on empty. I was going to stop and get gas on my way home on Saturday, but gas in the city is at an outrageous (not nut-rageous) $2.16 (by Pat’s place near downtown)! So, I drove home on empty. Finally, I got gas at cheap ass Citgo and dropped $21 to fill up a Honda.

Footnote: Pat is the type of driver that feels the need to push any vehicle. For instance, this really nice, much quicker and newer than a ’91 Honda 4-door civic, Volkswagen wanted to pass me up and get under the bridge on Ashland (I can’t remember the cross street) before I did. I pretty much figured that it wasn’t really life or death if I passed him or not and besides, gas was low and I wanted to conserve. He asks me why I didn’t pass and I said, “That car can kick my car’s ass.” So Pat says, “If I was driving your car, I could pass him.” So, imagine how I feel when he drives my car.

Why do we have to work when it is so nice outside?

I wouldn't have even known about the beauty that is today cause I am stuck in the grey walls of cubicleland, but I had to make a run to Walgreens for the aloe cooling gel. ohhhhh, and cooling it was! But these kinds of days always makes me a little depressed that I should do something else with my life. But then again, the world needs plastic bags and therefore the world needs me. right?

That kinda sounds like an "oscar winning moment"-I saw some of these in a sketch on saturday night.

week in and week end

what a long weekend it was. my time in bloomington was fun - i read short fiction, drank scotch and water and smoked cigarettes - but as i predicted i was unable to convince my host to venture into any social surroundings. good fun though.

tonight starts the move. you'd think i was moving, but no it's only shorty. we're gonna have jimmy john's for dinner. i love jimmy john's.

now shorty's on the phone. time to go.

Jen

Who has a crush on me? Fess up.

Anyway, what a wonderful weekend! Didn’t the weather rock? I spent way too much time being a chauffeur this weekend, as always. I had to drive mom all over “god’s green earth” (as she likes to say) plus, all my car-less friends. Pat dear, as a note to you, please get your flat tire fixed. Remember when we used to spilt where we’d drive? Like Friday night, I’d drive and then Saturday, you would? Now it’s all Jen, all the time. And what about gas prices? What is up with that? Do I sound like Jerry Seinfeld here?

This coming weekend seems like a fairly big deal for both Becky and I: She moves and I finally have my graduation ceremony, even though I’ve been out of school since December of 2000. Still, this is the official end, so I’m going to do it.

This weekend, on Friday, actually, I saw the 10th anniversary Sidekick Kato show. Now, you may be wondering why I went. My first blog ever (ok, maybe the third ever) I discussed how much they sucked when I went to see them at the Double Door. Pat likes them (although he agrees they sucked at the DD), and has this faith in them that they will somehow be miraculously better then last time. Well, I will tell you that the Hertzsprung Gap kicked my ass. They are so good. As for Kato…. Their 10th Anniversary Video was very good, really entertaining and I wouldn’t mind seeing it again. As for them live, the old songs are pretty cool, but the new stuff still sucks and I think they still suck live. SO THERE.

Saturday night, Drea, one of Pat’s old roommates, had a gathering, which turned out to be a great time. After the place cleared out, and there were only 6 or 7 of us left, we put on the Immaculate Collection. Eugene officially goes on my A+ list, because as he said, he is “100% heterosexual, likes Madonna and not ashamed to admit it.” He sang along with me from Borderline all the way to Crazy for You. Then we put on Al Green and the rest is history.

Becky "Wow that's early" Geese

Well, I was in my cubicle at 6:59 today-I think its a record for me. Why would I come into work so early today? Today is officially the start of Moving Week.

Day 1: Get the keys and buy a rug (although it will probably be in reverse order).

But first I need to buy some aloe lotion or something to relieve the lovely sunburn on my back that I picked up sunday at Montrose beach. It was a lovely day and I am not much of a lay-out person, but I got some quality reading done and had some nice cheese and crackers. Then I went and hung out for my last sunday in the old place and it was sad. katie is freakin cause like all the stuff that was hanging in the walls in the living room and kitchen is mine and I took them all down yesterday and the place looks bare! She especially misses the coolest poster ever from the movie Some Like it Hot, thanks to a certain someone.

Jen

I have a bit more I’d like to write, but I’d honestly rather get the hell out of here. Getting out of work or Blog? Blog comes first, of course, but look at it outside. LOOK!

Tim (McAtee, not Satan’s top minion) and I napped on the lawn during lunch and I even got a little sun. All I know is that it is only light until 8ish so better take advantage of what I can! I’m outta here! Have a rockin’ weekend.

t-minus 40 minutes . . .

. . .till i head down to central illinois. i'm excited. bloomington is my friend. but fatigue is not. have a good weekend all, and maybe i'll pop in from the road. ugh.

Jen

She walked in through the out door.

You know how you witness an event and then it reminds you of a song and then you have that tune in your head all day? Well, someone was trying to leave through the same exit that someone was coming in through this morning on the L. I then thought of this phrase and I have been singing Raspberry Beret, by Prince, all day.

Listen to this load of crock. Ok, so Bill calls me from Philly and asks me about the web van bill. Then he says, ”Do you realize that Assistants day was on Wednesday?” Ummm…. Hello McFly. “Well, I’ve been so persistent about finding out how much the bill cost because I wanted to give you that for Assistants Day.” Why would I want food for assistant’s day? I wanted a surprise or something, not Bill picking up the bill (tee hee.)

It reminds me of the time when I lived in England, and my mom called me to tell me that all this crap was going wrong with my car. She had to take $600. out of my savings to pay for it. When I get home in July, she tells me “Well, your birthday is around the corner, so I only took out $500. instead of 6 for the car. Consider it part of your birthday present.” I was thinking- take the hundred back and buy me a gift. I didn’t want a new alternator for my birthday. What kind of present is that? So, this is the same basic scenario, different items involved.

Becky

Okay, so the pizza was good, but I could barely eat it cuz I am so tired. I know, I am a wimp but a few nights in a row with less that 5 hours of sleep is killing me!

Anyways, I just wanted to come on and post to say have a great weekend and check this out. thank you and good night. (god I wish it was night)

Jen

My mom thinks I am dating a rapper.

Yesterday, my mom called me at work. We were taking about the usual stuff and then mom asked me how Pat was doing. I told her he was busy with school because of finals, blah, blah, blah, and then it happened. Here is a replay of the conversation, as close to reality as possible:

Mom: Isn’t he (Pat) busy with the band, too?
Me: I told you three million times, he isn’t playing with a band right now.
Mom: Oh, no more rapping?
Me: What?
Mom: He doesn’t rap anymore?
Me: Rap?
Mom: Yeah.
Me: Like in presents? (I only said this because I didn’t think my mom would think Pat was a rapper)
Mom: No, like rap.
Me: Like Vanilla Ice? (One again, I only used this reference, because he was the most popular white rapper that I thought my mom might know about)
Mom: Who?
Me: Ummm…. Eminem?
Mom: Yeah, like Eminem!
Me: Mom, Pat does not rap. Where in the world would you get an idea like that?
Mom: He told Ted.
Me: I am absolutely positive that Pat did not tell Ted that he raps. He’s a drummer, for Christ’s sake. I’ve told you this.

Ok, so the conversation goes on for awhile like this, and I try to trace where this idea must have surfaced. So, I called Pat and asked him what he was taking to Ted about on Easter. Ted and Pat had a conversation about vinyl and music. So, I called back home later yesterday eve and it turns out that they were talking about Pat’s very large vinyl collection and that he likes to spin. Then Pat said that the bands that we listen to usually put out vinyl along with CD’s. So, Ted asked Pat what kind of band he was in before and Pat, to make it easier for the parents to get, said a rock band. Ted heard “Rap band.” He figured this made sense because Pat likes to “spin” and DJ, two things associated with rap in the mind of parents.

Ted told my mom and my mom said, “that makes sense, look at all the earrings he has (two in one ear) and the clothes he wears (emo kid, but my mom thinks this is the clothes of a rapper. Go figure.)”

The conversation ended this way last night:

Mom: Well, that’s a load off my mind.
Me: Why would that even be a load in the first place?
Mom: I don’t like rap. If I ever had to see Pat rap, I wouldn’t know what to tell him because I wouldn’t want to be mean, so I’d have to tell him I liked it.

That’s my sweet mom. Always worried about people’s feelings, even if the situation would never happen.

Becky "I got 4 hours of sleep" G

No problemo! Do I need to be awake to drive to work?

Everyone at work today thinks that I got a perm.
I have wierd hair that I can dry curly or straight and I usually do the latter cuz the former tends to look bad alot. But the hair is long enough to put into a clip now, and I wanted to sleep as late as possible this morning so I went for curly. Is it the 80's? Who is getting a perm? Plus, that shit's expensive!

3 hours til HRI pizza

Becky

Okay, so today was very boring. However, Wierd Mary is officially gone for a week. I am slightly jealous cause she is vacationing in Italy, but I am very glad to not have to listen to her inane chatter all of the time. It's been especially bad since I've gotten the headset cause she never realizes that I am on the phone and just starts talking. Unfortunately the Shah, my friend, is going to Germany next week so I will have no lunch buddy. I think I will be hitting the fast food junket.

Countdown to moving: 4 days! I am getting the keys on Monday night!! WooHoo!! I will be much closer to the El and Jen and lots of cool stuff and I am going to get a kitty named Gordy. I'll be broke, but I'll be happy :)

backity back back back

it's not easy being green.

my conference call went well. not much talking on my part. the person we were calling bought into our proposal so it all worked out ok. the guy who was leading the call is perhaps the wordiest man ever. just get to the point!!! and when the lady says she gets it, she gets it!!! argghhh.

on a lighter note cubs 1 rockies 0. but ron coomer is 0 for 1.

it's not a coomer

Jen

I am pissed at how cheap rich people can be.

Ok here it goes. I hardly ever go to the grocery store, but when I do, I usually buy a bunch of food for work (like lunch stuff, fruit, etc) so that I won’t spend all my hard earned, soul selling money on lunch. Anyway, Barb does the same thing, so we decided to web van it. If you don’t know about web van, this is how it works: you order food and other items on-line, schedule a delivery time and they bring the food to you. Absolutely brilliant.

We also needed some general food items for the office, and Tim wanted some gross chicken in a can stuff, so I placed an order on-line and charged it to the company credit card (the cool thing is, I am the only person in this office besides Bill who has that number. Excellent.) I, of course, told Bill about the order and he agreed to it. So, the total for all the food was $122.30. Because we ordered so much, we also got a $30. discount and no delivery fees. As soon as the food gets in, he’s asking all these questions and looking at the bill and basically having a minor heart attack because of the price.

Right away, he wants me to divide everything up. Well, believe it or not, I was busy yesterday (and I got off early!) so didn’t have time. He asked me again before I left if I divided up the bill. Today, Bill is in Philly (Grad School) and he called me, from the airport, to ask me if I divided the bill up. You’ll get your money, tiger! So, I divided everything up, even the tax and the discount, by how much food was bought per person. When cheapy calls, I can tell him that only 30 bucks will come out of his “empty” pocket, 27 from Barb, 20 from me and 15 from Tim.

Did I mention that I got absolutely nothing for Assistant’s Day?

. . . one, two, three strikes you're out at the old ball game.

New Travis album June 12th. There are also some very special shows, announced on the internet first, but you gotta live in england for those. I think it's time for lunch

pastrami on rye

I work with alot of old bastards.

I went to our cafeteria today to get coffee and one of the managers was watching the grass getting cut and mentioned how he was glad that the "amigos" could make it in to do yardwork today.

Does anyone know anything about a new album by Travis? I could probably figure it out but I thought that I would ask first. The G-man and I saw them when they came to the riv last year and they rocked the house and I would love to see them again.

Jen

I work in hell and I am Satan’s assistant. That’s right, I gave up my job title (actually it’s administrative assistant- whatever.) Got a problem?

And to top it off, Satan and his top minion, aka his son, did not give, Barb, Janet or I anything yesterday. Should I quit, or just beat them up?

I over slept. First time in a very long time. Even when I got negative 2 hours of sleep, I woke up on time. That’s it, Greg. No more shots of Jager during the week.

I said my final goodbyes to Nathan and Derek last night after Chris’ birthday celebration. Saying goodbye was strange- maybe because we did it at Derek’s house, right before I left to walk home. It just felt like we were through hanging out for the night. I happened to get very emotional as I was walking home when I realized how much was changing. Is it possible to go through a mid-life crisis at 22? (I guess it is, if I died at 44. Hmmm.)

fatigue, fatigue, fatigue.

i'm so incredibly exhausted right now, i think i could die. i didn't get on the train until like 11:45 or so, but what should have been a 15 minute ride was transformed into an hour and a half trip to the 4th circle of hell. track work sucks.

i have to make another conference call today, but at least it's with a texan. W has proven that all texans aren't evil. only him. and strom thurmond. but he's not from texas. but i know he made some kinda deal with the devil to live as long as he did. maybe he got his soul back in a fiddling contest like in the "devil went down to georgia"

time to nap/get fired.

Becky

So today there are all these kids running around here at work! Apparently its some sort of take your daughter to work day, although alot of the sons are being represented as well. So far I have already been introduced as the "independent woman" in the office. I guess that would make sense because I am virtually the only woman in the office, administrative assistants aside. My boss always tells me I'm his favorite female engineer and then starts cracking himself up. This happens at least 1-2 times a week.

Tomorrow: Safety Luncheon=free Home Run Inn pizza. bonus.

ps-I recommend the "Goose Dip" if you know what I mean....

Look ma, no hands!!

I got my headset today and its kinda wierd. I wished I had got it this morning for when I sat on hold for the gas company for 30 minutes, and yes, it was work related (at least that's what they think!). However it was fun when I tried to connect it without reading the directions and called greg a few times and I could hear him but he couldn't hear me. hehehehe.

Do you guys remember all of the muppets? The saying from up top reminds me of those two old movie reviewers who used to make fun of all of the other muppets and one time kermit was riding a bike with just one foot on the seat and they said "look ma, no brains!" Funny, huh? Okay, it's not, but you can humor me.....

Jen

Hmmm….. Still no presents from the bosses for the day that is being celebrated today. What are they thinking?

I just read the worst news source, which is otherwise known as the Sun Times. It really does suck. Let me do a quick review of the three headlines on the front page: IBM puts ads on a whole new level; about spray-painted ad’s on sidewalks in yuppie Lincoln Park that pissed off a bunch of store owners. GROUND BREAKING.

Next headline: Dallas turns charm on for Boeing. How we tried to charm Boeing vs. how Dallas did. Also, a graph that shows the weather averages for Chicago, Dallas and Denver, Boeings next stop. HARD HITTING

Finally, the biggest headline of them all: Bullying stats tell stunning tale. About how kids are being bullied and that is what is causing the violence, not easier access to guns, like I think. “Being bullied is not just an unpleasant rite of passage through childhood,” some quack says, “it’s a public health problem that merits attention.” We all went through bullying crap when we were younger. I don't remember blowing away a bunch of my peers.

These are headlines? And quality news?

Becky "I know alot about manufacturing now" Giesfeldt

Yesterday I went to McCormick Place in downtown Chicago. I saw alot of machines that make plastics bags and plastic film and tape and cartons and all kinds of things that we in the packaging industry know lots about. Most of this stuff is commonly referred to as "converting". For example I could make a big roll of plastic film and then send it to a "convertor" to have them slit it down into small rolls of plastic film. Did you even know that this kind of business existed? It just like my dad says, you learn a new thing everyday.

To continue on with my exciting week, of course I have to mention yoga, cause it's the first week where I don't feel like I can't move the day after class. Plus I finally found some positions that having really long arms actually pays off. Ha! That'll show my sister who tormeted me with her "monkey arms" and "daddy long-legs" as long as I can remember. Who's laughing now?!!

ps-Jen, definitely go for the tazmanian devil on your chest. It will look hot. I promise.

Jen

I officially have one vote for the tattoo (thank you, Marc) and he thinks it should go around my wrist. Now, as much as I appreciate this idea, I would like a little more input before I go back under the needle. C’mon people! I know you have opinions! Let me hear them!

Once again, last night was yoga. Becky kicks at the sitting positions and I can do the hard version of the Sun Salute. Go us! Crazy Mary was pretty crazy last night. She had to use my NEW! yoga mat to do a position and she said, “You have your own yoga mat. Oh, and it has your chi on it!” I think that’s how you spell chi, I don’t know. Anyway, my chi is my energy, but I think it sounds kind of funny, like I left something weird or disturbing on my mat before she used it.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRIS! I’ve decided that ok plus three will now be charging for all birthday announcements made on the blog.

Today, I get off of work early. Why? Because I am an ass. Here is the story. While I had food poisoning, I had my photo portfolio review at Columbia. I went even though I felt like crap, because appointments are hard to make with the staff. Well, I had the day off from work because I was sick, and I never told the office that I cancelled the meeting. So, when I got back from my illness, Bill kept asking me when the review was rescheduled for. I didn’t know what to tell him, so I made up a day, which is today at 4:00. That is why I feel like an ass. So, wish me luck on my pretend review that already happened!

Oh yeah, here is hint four(? Am I at four already?) about my dumb ass job: We (meaning the force of very hardworking women, and on occasion, men) celebrate our day today. If you say the “S” word, I’ll kick your ass.

Just as a note, although I am one of “these,” I don’t really do the typical job of one, so I don’t feel so bad.

Si

so that went worse than i could have imagined. they transferred me to my contact and all she said was Si until she put me on hold. then some guy picked up, i have no idea what his name was, and we talked for a bit. he told me that they're changing everything so they don't want to talk to me for a couple of weeks. how's that for a how-do-you-do? yowzers. what should i have for lunch? i'm thinking beer. but that's not allowed.

i told him i knew julia roberts when i was five at summer camp. we didn't say anything after that.

t-minus 5 minutes until i get to talk to my first real chilean. i'm hoping i can understand a word she says, but i'm not counting on it. i have to talk to a texan tomorrow. what's with this job and all the interpersonal interaction? i didn't sign up for this. oh well, it's pays poorly so that more than makes up for it.

last night after my class i was chilling on the washington platform on the blue line and there was a rat party down by the tracks. i suppose i always knew there were rats down there, but i had never seen one and i would've been better off never seeing one. there were three of them running around down there, ducking in and out of piles of garbage. it was not cool. now if there were snakes on the backs of the rats, they would be the scariest animals ever. except if there were spiders some how included as well.

time to talk to pinochet. good fun.

i'll tell you where you should go!!!! oh, you meant the tattoo. sorry.

can't write much, trying to type a paper on the sly at work. this is a lot harder than you might think. it doesn't help that my paper sucks.

greg

Jen

It is confirmed!!!!! Elton John does sing with Collective Soul on that very crappy song, “She’ll have a perfect day.” I knew my ears weren’t deceiving me!

Can I just say a little something about Elton John? Does this man not have any dignity? I mean come on, first he duets with Eminem. Although, I am an in-the-closet-lover-of-certain-Eminem songs, the man outright bashes gay people. So here’s what Elton is thinking. “Man, I am no longer hip like I used to be in the 70’s an 80’s. I better get popular again by singing with a controversial artist, such as Eminem, have my own community hate me, and sing a terrible rendition of the first verse of “thank you” by Dido on national TV.” I know he was doing it to help his popularity. But some one please explain Collective Soul. Name me one person who really cares about this band. If someone e-mails me and gives me proof of loving Collective Soul, I’ll give you my first born. And no, you losers from Collective Soul, you guys do not count.

Here is my dilemma. When I go through some sort of major change, I end up getting a tattoo or cutting/dying my hair. I don’t really want to go into why or what triggers this, so I’ll just get down to the question: Where should I get my third tattoo? I currently have one on my left ankle, and one on my right arm. I believe in balance. I was going to get this tattoo back in January. Instead, I dyed my hair brown. So, if you read this, and want to make a contribution somehow, please tell me where you think it should go.

Jen

What time is it?

4:30.

It’s not late, no, no. It’s early, early.

That is what time I went to bed. Curse those damn Spin Doctors.

Last night, I had full intentions of staying home and getting some things done around the house. Of course, that did not happen. I met Ken at 8 something for dinner at the Thai Bowl. Then we went to UIC and I worked on this painting that I’m trying to finish. It’s pretty big – about 47 inches square, so this is an ambitious project. The largest painting I have completed was 16 x 20 inches. Anyway, at about 12:30, I said goodbye to my honey, who was diligently working on his Haymarket Assholes video in the editing room, grabbed the spare keys for his place, and Ken and I left. I didn’t want to leave the painting at school any longer, so I got the brilliant idea of taking a really large canvas to Pat’s in a very small Honda, which is my car. Obviously, it doesn’t fit in my trunk, or back seat, so we have to put it on the roof. Here’s the clincher- we have no rope. So, I use my cunning McGyver like skills and come up with a brilliant idea. I have a blanket (to be more specific, a bright yellow, old-school sleeping bag with an elf on it) in my trunk at all times. Usually, it is in there to cover the back seat when I take my neurotic dog for a car ride. Anyway, we throw the blanket over the canvas, and shut the edges in my car doors. After all that, I decided that since it was on my rooftop, I might as well take it all the way home, so I wouldn’t have to repeat this in the daylight. At 1:30-2ish am, if you saw a car driving down Ashland with a large elfin covered flat, square shaped item on top of a ’91 Honda Civic, that was me. Oh yeah, then it started to rain (the painting was not damaged!) Since Ken and I have an obsession with Polaroids, we took some of the event. After dropping it off, we stopped at Blackhawk and Ashland for more random Polaroids and then I took Ken home. I get back to Pat’s, play with Bean (the kitty!) for awhile and get to bed finally, only to be awoken by Pat, who was looking for my car keys. Stupid me, I parked my car in a street cleaning zone.

Me tired.

Jen

We got a sweet spot on Saturday night, didn’t we?

Yes, Derek and Nathan throw fun, but expensive going away parties. Greg, weren’t we the classiest people in the Signature Room with our bottles of Miller Light? Hell, if Derek had it his way, I would have arm wrestled half of the party. Anyone up for grabs?

I was very upset that Greg did not come with me to Eugene’s party (did you like the call on your cell phone?) The party was a good time free-Harp and lots of good people. Then refer to the PS of my previous blog. I was hoping the Benadryl would stop the swelling, and well, come on folks! It’s a party! Of course I’m going to drink!

Since time is running short, I’ll bring up my dilemma tomorrow.

ps-it's the guy from Harvard named David Partyka

Becky

I've got blisters on my fingers!!!

Actually I have blisters on my feet (this seems to be a theme for today's blog). Here's a tip: don't wear new shoes to a bachlorette party that doesn't involve alot of drinking cause all you feel is pain!

Here's another interesting sight for all you singles out there-this one's for the guys too. Okay, its a joke, but here's a guy who replied (I have his reply and it's funny, email me if you are curious). Thanks to Amit for the link.

This is my last going away party for a long time. I swear.

What a long and enjoyable weekend. It was awesome. Just sets you up and then completely tears down everything you thought. Very cool. Don't go to Derrek's going away parties if you are poor. I learned this this the hard way when i was forced to drop $70 over the course of 5 hours. That's way too rich for my blood.

Has anyone noticed that jen's last name is very complicated? I have.

I have my first assignment due tomorrow for my Education and Society class. I really should start writing it. oh well.

oh yeah, i bought a cell phone. I'm officially one of them.

My grammer is also inconsistent.

good-bye

Jen

The swollen tongue.

On Thursday night, I noticed that my tongue felt a little funky. By Friday, I felt as if I had drank a cup of fire. My tongue felt huge! So, I figured that I must have had some sort of reaction to something I ate, which is not at all unusual for me. I happen to be allergic to a lot of strange things, like the dye Red 44. I’m serious.

Anyway, I call my mom so she can refresh my memory of all the crazy ass things I happen to be allergic to. Here’s how it went.

Me: Mom, My tongue is swollen.
Mom: What?
Me: It’s swollen. Am I talking funny?
Mom: (laughing) Are you sure it’s swollen? Did you burn it on something?
Me: Not that I can remember. Maybe I did last night at the barbecue.
Mom: Did you have anything . . . strange?
Me: Like what?
Mom: Oh I don’t know, something that might cause your tongue to be swollen.
Me: I drank last night, if that it what you are implying by something.
Mom: Oh, no, not drinking.
Me: Oh.

So basically, my mom thought I was on crack and still heavily under the influence.

When I went home on Sunday, I was forced to stick my tongue out where they could see that it was actually swollen. Let me tell you, they were both surprised.

PS. Benadryl and alcohol make for bad headache and complete spaciness. Do not combine under any circumstances. I found this out on Saturday night.

Jen

The street “My Buttocks,” is located right in between State and Wabash.

Tee hee. I feel all sneaky right now. I’m in Bill’s office trying to fix his computer, and yet I am blogging. Plus, I have an awesome view of the lakefront. I think this office should be all mine.

Becky, you rock. I cannot believe that you found us yoga mats!!! Incredible!

Later on, I’m going to need your (meaning our 6 confirmed readers) for some help. More on that during the afternoon blog.

Oh, my swollen tongue is better. An update on that later as well.

It happened to me yet again on Saturday. I now realize that brunettes get no respect. Ok, I’m purchasing some items and I have to show my drivers license to prove that the check I am writing is mine. Anyway, this guy is a total hole to me. He’s too busy checking out the girl behind me, picking his nose, scratching his balls – you know, whatever holes do (ok, he wasn’t doing the last two. . .) So, I take out my drivers license (the picture is of me with bleached blonde hair- the hair that I sported for 2 years) and he looks at it and here’s the conversation:
hole: “Oh, you used to be blonde.”
Me: “yeah.”
Hole: Looks at drivers license, looks at me, then again at license then at me and smiles. Then he gives me the once over. “Well, Jennifer,” as he hands me back my license, “have a great day.” ( I love how I’m Jennifer now that I used to have a different hair color.)
Me: “Well, hole, why don’t you go f*ck yourself.” Ok, I didn’t say that. But I’m tired of holes such as this one. One time I went to the bank and once again I had to show my ID. Then the guy says, “You were a cute blonde, but brown is a good color on you too.” At least he tried to cover his tracks. Bastard.

Becky

How deep is your love?

Welcome back to a fine monday morning. Really not much to do today at work which is just fine for me. My moving plans have been thrown into gear now that my roomate found someone to move into my room in May and is going to extend the lease for the summer. I'm cool with that and I am happy not to have to pay double rent in May, but now it means that I gotta move all of my shite next week. However, once I am moved I will be just about 1.5 blocks from Mr. Thai, House of Rice and Noodles-yum.

I highly recommend eating at this place and going to see this movie. It was a good weekend. And let me tell you, there is nothing better than walking around Navy Pier with a feather boa on and with a girl whose shirt says "suck for a buck" with lifesaver stuck to it. and you thought I was boring!

Jen

Since last night, my mouth has been feeling all funny. It feels like I drank a cup of fire. I just had the spicy chicken at Silk Road. Although the food was good, I believe this was a bad idea for my mouth.

I was going to talk about Ken’s old school Japanese porn, but now that I think about it, I’d probably have get all graphic and we don’t want to make ok plus three X rated. I will say that: a) they are drawings circa 1850’s and b) there is movable "action."

This weekend seems like a good time. Besides all the movies tonight, tomorrow is Nathan and Derek’s going away party. Yes, another group of westward bound people. Nathan and I had lunch for the last time today. It was kind of weird, only for the fact that it really didn’t feel like this would be it. It felt so normal.

Then, my buddy, Eugene is having a party later that night (Greg, I have been asked to extend the invite to you. Becky, I’d ask you too, but I know you will be too busy looking at male strippers.) I could use a good party.

Hmmm. . . Thinking about Nathan again. We have had many good times together, so I will dedicate a paragraph to some of our shared memories: Walking to the beach at 12 at night and having to take the bus home because you got blisters; Truly Tasteless jokes; never seeing you in the daytime and then never seeing you at night; Fizz and Ivans!; you being my mannequin with Bora at Ikea; “Dude”; being the spokes-people for Baskin Robbins; driving you to “that building with the green metalwork on top” (aka the Harold Washington Library!!!! For the love of god!); watching the info-mercial’s late at night for the US map that you can put quarters in and having the lady tell us that you can learn the capitals from it, and then tell us the wrong city for the capital of Montana; going to charity functions for the Josh Richter Band; just wanting a god damn martini and most of all, being my support when I needed you most. Thanks, buddy. I’ll miss you.

. . .But listen to me rambling. We don’t really know each other that well, but you’re so easy to talk to. I feel I can tell you almost anything. I hope I haven’t put you out. I have a tendency to do that. Why don’t I just be quiet.

Jen

Oh, guys. What showing of it are you going to? I am first going out with Barb. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BARB (aka my most favorite co-worker)! We are seeing a movie that is not very typical of me, but both Barb and I read the books and they are hilarious. So, rip on me if you want. At least I don't want to see this thing, Greg.

So, my goal is to see my movie, and then hook up with you two, with Pat, to see it.

Jen

Last night, I was in a John Hughes movie and I wasn’t Molly Ringwald.

I went to UIC to get my grad robes and other stuff and the next thing you know, I’m arguing with my parents over my cell phone because they didn’t want to pick me up in “the city.” I was supposed to go out to eat with the fam, and Pat was supposed to drive me. Well, his tire went flat again (this is because fix-a-flat is TEMPORARY, like I said before, dude. Um, I mean, honey) so he couldn’t drive me as planned. The P’s still want me to eat with them, but take the terrible hour and then some L ride home, instead of them driving 20 minutes to pick me up at Pat’s, aka “the city.” So, I was extremely pissed at them last night, and I was feeling screwed by all.

I walk to Pat’s to get some moral support and as it turns out, Pat W., my dearest’s roommate, decided to have a rooftop barbecue. As the night continues, I’m manning the grill with the skewered chicken and veggies Jordan and I made, and holding a beer in the other hand on the rooftop above Bar Louie. There’s a view of the ghetto (which would NOT be in the John Hughes film) right in front of us, but in the distance, the beautiful skyline lights up the night sky. Born on the south side of Chicago, lived here my whole life, and still not sick of it…. Anyway, people are scaling the walls to get to the rooftop and it’s a great time. I also saw some old school Japanese porn (courtesy of Ken) which I will talk about later.

The night ended with me riding in the back of Emmy’s pick up truck with Pat and Jordan. Unfortunately, Long Duck Dong did not make an appearance. “Sexy girlfriend…”

Freddy got What?

This is a tragedy and a waste of alot of people's time and money. I usually try to see a movie before I totally pass judgement upon it, but I have to agree with CNN and say that this looks like THE WORST movie ever made.

However, I might be willing to make a deal with you, greg. I'll go see this monstrosity of a movie if you watch this movie with me, first.

"To sleep, to sleep, perchance to dream." I wish I was sleeping right now.

Ooooh, I kinda wanted to see this film too. That reviewer did not like it. Oh well. I'll see it anyway, although I'm sure shorty won't wanna go.

I am also seeing it tonight and am currently wetting myself with excitement. Why didn't I just go to the bathroom?

I'm still waiting on my guide to Bloomington. I'm gonna be one bored kid.

To work.

Thanks for Mutton

Hooray its Friday!! I get to go to DesPlaines for a meeting this afternoon and since I am dropping my boss off at the airport after the meeting, I will be so close to home that I might as well not go back to work. So this means I just have to make it to 12:00-3 hours, 15 minutes and counting.

Everyone at work has been having strange dreams lately. I think I might ask this guy. Unfortunately there were no topics that include a dream about your boyfriend being made of wood, but that's another story.

Jen

I just want to say, I agree with all the songs you would not hear in a perfect world except “tiny cities made of ashes.”

I am outta here in 35 minutes. Let the countdown begin.

Topic two: There are no yoga mats at any Targets in the Chicago land area. About a month ago, I was at Target and I came across a yoga mat. I thought to myself, “I go to yoga a lot, I should just buy my own mat.” Did I? No. I would now like to call myself, “Dumbass.” I went back to the biggest freakin’ target of all time on Elston and Logan this past Saturday. No more mats. I went to the Skokie Target and the “Ghetto Mill” (aka Golf Mill) Target last night and neither had any yoga mats left. The little price sign is there, but the racks are empty. What is going on? What is with this unprecedented yoga mat shortage?

I would go tell Target to go f*ck (I just don’t want to type it, ok? This is funny, because I actually swear like a sailor.) themselves, but I love it so much there. Hmmm. . . that brings up an interesting little tidbit I learned.

“In ancient England a person could not have sex unless you had consent of the King (unless you were in the Royal Family). When anyone wanted to have a baby, they got the consent of the King and the King gave them a placard that they hung on their door while they were having sex. The placard had F. U. C. K. on it (Fornication Under Consent of the King).”

Does anyone believe this? I would think the King would need a separate department in the government just to handle this. The lines would be out of the castle.

Why do you make me post twice you siller blogger?

Becky

Jen, you have quite the extensive knowledge about sayings that come from old english pub culture.

Just take a look at me now. There's just an empty space...

I cannot seem to get Phil Collins out of my head lately. I hear this song on the zone all of the time and I LOVE IT!!! Not all phil songs, but this one definitely.

I remember one of the BLARGers mentioning the Oregon Trail a little while ago and today Wierd Mary at work (please don't confuse her with Crazy Mary from yoga) told me how she had dysyntary last year (or however you spell it, you know what I mean). I kinda started laughing cause I thought that only people on the Oregon Trail game got that disease, but I guess it's pretty serious. You can never be too careful. Hopefully cholera will not make a comeback.

Jen

“XRT is strange.”

That is what Barb and I came up with just a bit ago. They play everything from Stevie Ray Vaughn to The Who to REM to the Ramones. This lead us to rant and rave about: The poor quality of REM's new song, the really, REALLY bad cover of “In your eyes” originally by Peter Gabriel (if anyone knows what arsehole sings the cover, e-mail me), the strange song by Collective Soul?, “She’ll have a perfect day,” that sounds like Elton John is singing on (once again, if you know what I am talking about, e-mail me), and singers who name bands after themselves.

I really have a HUGE problem with singers that name the band after themselves. For instance, Dave Matthews Band. Like you couldn’t come up with a better name. I’m going to guarantee that Dave doesn’t write all the violin, drum, and whatever other instruments that are in that band, parts. I’m going to take a wild guess and say it is a group effort. How would you like to be in a band, make a huge contribution and then have the band be named after your lead singer? Just watch, Greg will write back in about a half-hour, once again, proving me wrong. Ok, just as a disclaimer: If Dave does write all the parts, he must have the biggest heed this side of the world for naming the band after himself.

I should probably just mind my P’s and Q’s. hmmmm. . . I wonder where that saying came from. Oh wait! I know!

“In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and quarts. So in old England, when customers got unruly, the bartender would yell at
to mind their own pints and quarts and settle down. It's where we get the phrase "mind your P's and Q's."”

Topic two after lunch.

Jen

I am a huge fan of knowing where words and phrases come from. If you read yesterday, I spent way too much time obsessing about the word “dude.” (Oh, and Becky I like to like too.) Anyway, I got this e-mail that had a lot of interesting facts. I’d like to share one with you. (Do I sound like Mr. Rogers or what?)

"Many years ago in England, pub frequenters had a whistle baked into the rim or handle of their ceramic cups. When they needed a refill, they used the whistle to get some service. "Wet your whistle," is the phrase inspired by this practice."

Ok. Topic one. Last night, I went out for desert with Bora and Heidi. Anyway, last time we went out, Heidi cunningly distracted both Bora and I while she paid the bill. It was crazy how quick she was; one moment we are all chatting, the next thing you know, the bill is paid. Bora and I feel bad, because she does this ALL THE TIME. Last night, I asked if anyone wanted gum and Bora said she did. So, while I’m digging in the “red bag” for gum, she’s up and paying the bill. So, this means it my turn. Does anyone have any strategies that I can use to get the bill away before they get to it? Do I have to talk with the waitstaff ahead of time and tell them to give the bill to me first? I told the B and H (Bora and Heidi) that I’m going to have to plan months in advance so I can pay the god-forsaken bill.

Today is my brother-in-law’s birthday. Yo. Dinner tonight.

Oh, your fingers hurt? Well now your back is gonna hurt. You just pulled landscaping duty.

Swingline

The Cubs with a 1.5 game lead in the central. Who would have believed it? Sorry about the lack of blogging yesterday. I was a touch busy I guess. Mucho props to Beck on a presentation well done and mucho jealouosy of Jenn and her bill paying freinds. Looking forward to Argentinian beef, store bought wine and a viewing of it tomorrow. Does it get any better?

Days doing nothing apartment related: 122

More after these messages from your local sponsor.

Jen

Here's a morning quickie.

I plan on writing a bit in awhile, but I wanted to congratulate Becky on a job well done on her presentation.

Two topics I'd like to cover today: Sneaky (but awesome) friends who pay the bill before you can and the lack of yoga mats in the Chicago land area.

Days I have been looking for an apartment and have been unsuccessful: 51.

Becky

Okay, all you single women out there. Check this guy out. He is the answer to all of your prayers.

Thursdays are good. Survivor is heating up and I like it! and I am not ashamed to admit it! And Jen, I too love the word "dude" and I feel that it has made a comeback the last couple of years and I like it! see how many things I like!

Countdown to moving into the new apartment: 12 days

Becky

After a near cancellation the meeting went by and I kicked bootay on my presentation! take that marketing!!!

Jen

Lunch was soooo good. Gotta love the veggie sub. And of course, Subway rocks more than ever with their new choices of bread and “sauces,” if you will.

Nathan and I had a conversation about the word “dude.” I realized that I called two people “dude” in the office today. Tim, Bill’s son, did something stupid, so in response, I said “Dude” in an annoyed, condescending tone, and walked away. I think I say it too much. I occasionally interchange it with “man.” Sometimes, I combine the two. I also called my step father “dude.” Sometimes, instead of hon, or something of a sweeter nature, I call Pat “dude” and I know for a fact he doesn’t appreciate it.

We decided that “dude” has come a long way since circa 1989 Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. Does anyone know the history of that word? Should I care?

Then Nathan told me this story about how his mom refers to the CD player as just the CD. So, for instance, she would say something like, “Nathan, plug in the CD.”

Just on Easter, Ted was telling Pat and I how he was using the computer to play music and “make tapes.” Being the smart ass that I am, and realizing that he meant, “burn CD’s,” I said, “Dude, I didn’t realize that the PC switched from digital to analog. Are you pressing vinyl too?” Of course, this was all taken in good humor, but that made the conversation go full circle back to dude. Some how the it ended with Nathan saying, “Dude, that is so circa last year.” Which is funny because a) I love the word “dude,” as mentioned numerous times above and b) I keep putting circa in front of a year I’m trying to reference when I don’t know when an event actually happened.

I guess what I’m trying to get at by these past paragraphs is that the conversation was funny.

I get off of work early tomorrow because I have to go to UIC and pick up my robes for graduation! Go me!

One last thing- Zach, are you saying you hate “Tiny Cities made of Ashes,” by Modest Mouse? A first, I hated it, but now I think it’s great. You just have to listen to it some more.

That’s all folks.

Trained Medic First Aid Provider

The training is completed and I even have a certificate! I can't talk much today cause I gotta get ready for the big meeting (this consists mostly of me sitting here being nervous)-think of me at 3:30, but I would like to say that I am excited to read the Yoga article.

I would also like to thank Greg's Grandmother for the free lunch at McDonalds with my Easter gift certificates, but I would like to yell at McDonalds for making me ill.

Thank you.

Jen

This morning I “discovered endless family fun” at Nabisco while I was eating yummy Nilla wafers. I suggest you do as well.

Last night, Ashtanga yoga kicked my ass as always. I felt like I was beaten with a club after Becky and I left class. But later, I felt super relaxed and today, so great. As I was leaving for work this morning, I noticed that we got the downstairs neighbor’s TIME. Crazy Mary mentioned that Christy Turlington (who I could give two shits about) was on the cover practicing the Rooster Pose. So, when I saw it, I grabbed it and read it on the L this morning. The article is actually really good. I have really been into Yoga again (Beck and I had a two month break from it at one point. . .) since I started reading the Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac (Bora, I know you are proud!) But, I’ll talk about that comparison later. Anyway, Beck – I’ll save it for you if you want to read the article. Steven Piper, you will never see your TIME. Ha. Ha, ha. HA HA HA!

So where is the rest of my fellow bloggers? What are you two doing this morning? (Nudge, wink, nudge, wink) The last I saw of you guys was after you dropped me off at mine after yoga. Hmmmm….

Bill has been a complete pest this morning. Every time I go to type something in the blog, he asks me what I am doing. God, ease up, buddy. It’s not like I’m plotting to run away with your millions of dollars, even though I could do it if I wanted to…. I do handle the accounts here. Hmmmm…. Anyone want to run away to Mexico?

Pat is home unexpectedly for the week. The assholes at Haymarket Riot (even though I’m sure he wouldn’t want me to call them that) said they didn’t want him to go on tour. He was doing them a favor! He was documenting their Fugazi-rip-off music for free. Who else would want to do that? If you haven’t guessed, I’m not a big fan of Haymarket assholes, but I LOVE Fugazi.

Ok, looks like I’m doing the veggie delight, Subway style for lunch with Nathan. I better see some blogs when I get back.

Jen

Argh. Bill looked at my file pile (a very LARGE pile of things that needed to be filed) and told me that I needed to catch up. So, for two hours, I have been “catching up.” At first, I was going to add it to the pile hidden in my one desk drawer. Then I thought, “ahh, hell. I’ll just file it.” Now, my desk looks so beautiful. Ha. I’d like to see him bitch now.

Actually, this is all a lie, because we all know what my real job is. I use Jennifer as my professional name.

See you tomorrow.

Becky

I am now officially certified to save your life-I am even protected under the Illinois Samaritan Act. I think I'm pretty good, especially on people that have detachable faces and a mark on their shirt where you have to press down.

Okay, the presentation is tomorrow and its looking good. If the people don't like it then I am going to kick them all with my new toes made of steel.

Can't wait til friday to see it! But first, the WB party on wednesday. I know its sad, but true.

Jen

I'm not sure if I mentioned this or not, but I finished Bill's homework on Thursday night last week. All I know is that Campbell's should hire me to create their stock portfolio reviews for the end of the year. Bill better get an "A," or I will be very pissed off. If you are wondering why I had to do his grad school homework, it is because Bill was busy with his very odd hobby.

I wish that I got free shoes where I work, I only get these for free here (yet another time consuming hobby. . .) It sucks.

No, really. If you are wondering what I look like, and what my real job is, check this out.

Cubs are in first!! Cubs are in first!!

It only took a snow-out for the cubs to take sole posession of first. Who says expansion is a bad thing?

Apoligies to Jen for not picking up Jer last night. The game we were almost late for was cancelled the minute we arrived. Many apoligies.

On my daily walk down Michigan Avenue today i saw the oddest thing. This bus and SUV were next to each other on a side street. And as I walked past I heard yelling. The bus driver would open his door for no more than three seconds at a time and yell at the guy in the SUV "idiot! idiot! idiot! idiot!" The SUV driver would then start to swear "You mother . . ." and then stop because the bus driver had closed the door. Then the scenario would repeat. This went on for the entire traffic light cycle. very very weird. I should work. Where's our resident artist?

Jen

My eyes feel funny this morning. Remind me to never fall asleep with those Ponds cucumber eye patches on, even though they feel so good!

Hello? What month is this? Did someone say April? Isn’t the saying “April showers bring May flowers?” I didn’t see “snow” in that saying.

Sorry, guys, about the game last night. I know that snow wasn’t in the game plan.

I was pretty late picking up Jer at the train station. It was ok though, because he was waiting for me at Hollywood Video, which could have kept him occupied for hours if for some reason the blizzard conditions of yesterday kept me in the traffic on Ashland. Of course, the snow wasn’t the only thing to blame for my lateness. . .

Anyway, guess what I saw last night at the Music Box? I know there are plans to see this on Friday, but Jer really wanted to go. Let me just say that it rocked. I have to see it again because I’m determined to understand everything. We will discuss it, once we all have seen it.

Perks of being in a semi-plant setting:

Free steel-toed shoes every year. woohoo!! The Iron Age Steel Toe Shoe truck was just here and I picked up the latest version of the steel toe as made by new balance. Unfortunately the selection for the ladies was not really up to par but what can you do.....

Becky

Snow blows. Sammy Sosa is a big wuss. I am going to learn CPR today. It will take 4 hours. Hopefully it will include a free lunch cause I forgot mine. More later.

When I was in Italy a couple of years ago, I met a guy who knew very little english but really liked punk music. Put a couple of beers in this guy and he sang "sheena is a puck rocket" all night long. Yes folks, the language barrier is alive and well in Western Europe even though alot of people speaka the english.

One time my little sister called me and said she saw the funniest looking guy ever on Conan and taped it for me. I watched in the following day and it was our good pal, Joey Ramone.

Jen

“Joey Ramone, lead singer of legendary punk band the Ramones, passed away at 2:40 p.m. Sunday at the age of 49.” For the rest of the article, check this out.

On the OK Plus Three blog, I declare today Joey Ramone Day. I still think he is the “Gooniest Man Ever.” It’s crazy that he just passed away. He was just on the cover of Spin for the 25 years of punk article, I just heard “Rock’n Roll High School” on Thursday and now he’s gone. It’s just strange how you don’t think of something for awhile, and then all of sudden it’s everywhere. Becky? Greg? Either of you like to post any Ramone related material?

This is the second day I have declared! Don’t forget the very important, Kevin Bacon Day, which is currently April 3.

I am very excited about our outdoor activity for this eve. Hope the Judy is up for it.

Easter was cool. I had the first family dinner at Pat’s. All went well. I was pretty worried about my mom though. She cut the top of her hand open with the metal portion of a coffee can. She was bleeding a lot. I ran to the store and bought gauze for her, and Ted wrapped the entire thing around her hand. It looked like a mitten! Ted actually thought that he could stop the wound from reopening by using super glue. Thank god I stopped home. Anyway, I spoke to her a few minutes ago, and she says it’s better. Few!

It's Ok Becky. A certain boyfriend of mine decided to do taxes at 10:30 last night. He did it on turbo tax at my parents, and he said the best line ever: “I’ll give you an error check!” That was after it kept telling him he needed to run an error check. I replied by saying, “Error check this.”

Someone can be quite rude sometimes. I would like to say for the record (and for all of you IRS agents who read our blog), that although I might not have been totally on top of things, I finished my taxes with atleast 10 hours to spare. I think that's pretty darn good!!!

It's officially snowing in Willowbrook, IL right now. It's crazy, but true. Am I nervous? Not as long as I can remember where my long johns are for tonight.

Jen

Fixed it.

I just had to send a check out for Bill that was made out to “Fantasy Finishes.” Now, I’m pretty sure that it’s probably to some painter guy or something like that, but, when you see a check written out to a name like that, it makes you think what your boss is up to.

Ok, Friday night- Bora and I went to the P’s to color Easter eggs. Yes we are dorks, but it’s fun. Bora has been coming over and doing this with the fam since I meet her when we were 14. It’s tradition. Greg, who on occasion, shows up for these events, did not come. He was too busy gambling. (My mom fondly refers to Greg as Weird Greg, but that is another story for another time.) After the tradition was over, I went to Pat’s. He has this video/performance piece due before he goes on tour with Haymarket Riot. He is documenting their tour for Documentary class. Anyway, we did lots of running around, like getting instruments and Jordan. By one or so, they were ready to start filming. Then Jordan realized that he forgot his gels and we went back to his and Pat stayed in the studio. We stopped at White Hen, got some ice cream (The King CONE!) . . . The best part! So, there is this newspaper that says in big print on the cover: “Christ is Risen!” with a huge picture of Christ. Well, I thought this was some kind of Onion rip off- so, I read the title to Jordan…. Here’s kinda how it went.
Me: Jordan! Christ is risen!”
Jordan: Again?!
Does anyone find this funny?

Anyway, I dropped Jordan back off, went to Pat’s to watch TV and wait for them to be done so that I could pick them up, like a mom, and take them home. First I run into my friend, Frank, on the street- yes, by the Robert Taylor Homes (near where Pat lives) and at 2 in the morning. After catching up, I go inside. Eugene calls at 4ish, and wants to know whet we are doing. At 4:15, I get the call, pick them up and go to Eugene’s. By five we are dropping off Jordan and going to bed near 6:30 AM. We are up by maybe 11, I don’t know. Pat’s feeling sick and has to go to work, and I have to help Ken with a photo project. I’m completely exhausted.

So, by 5, I’m picking him up. We do more running around and finally settle back at his by 8 or so. I’m supposed to meet everyone at 9. Greg and Becky call and back down. BOO! Just kidding. While I’m waiting for Bora and Mike, and JoeP to call, Pat and decide that we are tired, so we decide to take a nap. I do not wake up until 11 the next day. I did not hear my phone ring once. I look at my phone in the morning: 15 missed calls. Yes, I am an asshole. I am so sorry for being retarded. I know I worried Bora sick too. So, I made as many apology calls in the morning before Easter festivities. I did not take any calls on my phone either on Sunday. The battery was close to dead, so I turned it off and only checked it every so often. Once again, I’m sorry I suck.

argh -made the same post twice. I need to get rid of one.

I wait in 4/4 time

Someone forgot to do their Illinois taxes. Uh oh. I also suck at tennis. The Cubs, however, rule at baseball.

Jen

Yeah, but is it right to not let it bounce and be out of the white lines every time you hit it back? Or, is it right to not let it bounce in the white lines and then let it bounce like three times out of the boundary lines, then hit it back?

Did I mention that I know nothing of tennis? Did I mention that I, too, suck royally at tennis, but do not play in a place such as that so people can openly mock me?

italics

just a note, you don't actually have to let the ball bounce before you can hit it except on the serve. i think you have to let the serve bounce. you can hit the ball whenever you want, although it is generally a good idea to let it bounce every once in a while.

Jen

Good morning! Back from the lovely Easter weekend. I wish every weekend consisted of three days rather than two.

I guess I should start off by apologizing for my behavior on Saturday night. Here is what happened to me, for those of you I had plans with. I guess I could blame everything on Friday night. Hmmm. Maybe I should do a play of the weekend. Good thinking.

Ok, Friday, Bora and I went to the MCA for a day of fine art, culture and gummi bears. I will say that the video piece, by who? (I can’t remember for the life of me,) of underwater footage with the song, Wicked Games by Chris Issac, is incredible. The girl that covers the song has a really mesmerizing terrible voice. When she screams “I don’t wanna fall in love,” you completely agree with her. The footage is just so soothing and such a contrast at times.

I’m going to voice one little complaint about contemporary art. So, there is this piece that consists of letters (perhaps from old signs,) on the wall, spelling out nothing in particular. Fine. I look at it and the first thing I want to do is make something of the mess, you know, spell it out or make works. Whatever. Then I read the text next to the piece and it talks about the hustle and bustle of urban life and contrasting the past to present blah blah blah. I didn’t even read the whole thing because a) no one would ever figure that out. I’m sorry. I don’t care if you are the most artsy fartsy person in the world, there is no way you could possible come up with that line of BS. b) I didn’t care. It wasn’t that awesome of a piece anyway. Basically, my complaint is, please do not put letters on the wall or stack driftwood and call it art.

Actually, one of the best parts of the MCA, excluding the awesome art we saw (really, so much to discuss) was watching these really terrible tennis players out of the back window (facing the lake) of the MCA. I mean, they sucked. Mind you, I am no pro tennis player, but everyone knows you have to let the ball bounce before hitting it back over the net. Pat called me as we were watching and he asked me what we were up to. I said, watching these two people suck royally at tennis. Another guy who was also looking out the window, turned to us (Bora and I) and laughed. Now that’s art.

Ah, I better post this before it gets too long. I’ll write the rest later.

Becky

Here's what's happening tonight. Warning: its going to be cold, but its going to be fun!!!!

Cubs game. 37 degrees. Who says expansion was a bad idea?

tonight i'm headed out for my third cubs game in four days. it's been a hell of a lot of fun. i saw one on friday afternoon, went for ribs at the best rib place in the city (twin anchors on sedgewick, it was the bar they used for the movie Return to Me with David Duchoveny), went to the empress casino boat in Indiana, played craps for the first time, lost a hundred bucks, threw the dice off the table, nearly got killed by an old mean guy when i crapped out to early, drank some beer, went to sleep.

saturday was a cubs game and a greek feast. who loves lamb? i know you don't, but i do.

sunday was an easter feast. or possibly a lobster fest. you decide.

cubs tied for first. there is a god and you can bathe with him.

should i repost my rant from thursday that blogger wouldn't let me post? maybe. i too am a dork and saved my posts.

this was really rambling. to work.

Becky

Well, its a lovely Monday morning again. I had a wonderful Easter weekend-I even got my first easter basket! Now I can be on a sugar high all day from all of the candy that I brought. It was nice to be part of a big family celebration, as my family's parties are getting smaller every year now that neither of my sisters come that often. soon it will be me and my Mom and Milo (el gato).

Today I get to watch more video tapes of what the marketing people call "focus groups" where you watch people sitting in a room telling each other how much your new product sucks. But its good for the ego, you know, it keeps me modest, I guess.

I have been realizing over the last couple of weeks that there are some other big Seinfeld fans out there. At one point my sister and I had almost every episode on tape, with no commercials. It was phat. I will leave out the part where she ruined most of them, but that would make me go on a rampage about my sister, the boozer. Anyways, this weekend I realized that a few months ago my friend forwarded to me an MP3 of George singing on his answering machine and it is hilarious! I don't know how to post it, so email me if you are interested.

Becky

Well, I am back to blog to myself again. I have reached 2 pm quite nicely but now its set in that I really really want to leave but I have to sit here for 2 more hours. AHHHHHHH!!!!!!(hands on face-Home Alone style)!!!!!!!!

If you are bored check out Momento, which hopefully we will see at The Music Box soon. That site helped keep me going for a while earlier today.

Well, ergonomics is coming to an end. Now its time to see if Clorox really comes through and we get all of our new stuff as promised. Headset here I come!

okay, okay, getting back to the ppt.

Becky

Okay, I just wanted to check cause I was writing all of these blogs yesterday and then they would disappear instead of publish. bad blogger! no more stealing blogs!

Anyways, today I can pretty much say whatever I want because I think that I an the only person at work. Even the roads were pretty clear. However there was a car on fire right near my exit on 55. It was a little freaky! I have never actually seen a car in full blaze before!

Well, Greg, Jen, Others, I hope that you are having a nice sleep right now. I think that I am still full from wings last night. How many was that 120? 150? Too bad our waitress sucked! What kindof waitress says "make up your mind or I will hit you in the head!"? Plus, we all know where she takes it, if you know what I mean.

To powerpoint.

hello? are you working now?

Jen

It is a sad day for blogging. I'm sure you all have something tp say, so lets hear it, OK?

I am so bogged down with this project that I have not been able to write anything. It makes for a very sad Jen. Well, I'll try to write some before I go. I'll give you bogged. Bog this. See? It's still funny.

Jen

My ass is being kicked by many things. 1)Yoga last night. How many limbs of Ashtanga did you use last night, Becky? 2)Bill's homework. It's all numbers, numbers, numbers!!!!! Plus, it's really long and his handwriting is hard to read. 2)My hair. I bet you are wondering how hair can kick someone's ass, but it really is kicking mine. No matter what I do to it, it looks like crap today. I'm going to blame it on the rain. Yeesh. I just quoted Milli Vanilli.

What keeps me going? The fact that I am going to Burrito Buggy for lunch today, which gets the official Jen Stamp for being the best burrito place in the downtown area (and everyone knows how much I love burritos). Their grilled veggie burrito kicks ass (not mine) and the cactus burrito is really good, strange and spicy all at once.

Oh my god, Greg. Your link from yesterday is so creepy/scary!

One more thing, I was reading the wire and I noticed that we have a link. It makes me wonder if Bob Nanna read about my dream.... hmmmm.

PS. I wish it would come true because I REALLY need a new place to live.

Becky

Ouch. That's the word of the day to describe the soreness that I am feeling. This is all due to one thing, and one thing alone: Ashtanga Yoga (aka the yoga that kicks your ass). You know its bad when crazy mary even tells you that you are going to be sore. She only had to correct my poses twice last night, so it was actually a pretty good night for me, just a hard one.

Today I get to learn about ergonomics. Quick take a look at your chair! If it has wheels it is supposed to have 5 legs to be ergonomically correct. Did you know that? Geez, I should be running this safety meeting with all this knowledge. But alas, we are getting the "ergonomics expert" to come today. What a fine job to have.....

Dude, this girl at work, Mary (she is also crazy but not in a good yoga way) actually had a date last night and will not shut up about it! do you realize that I do not care?!!?!! The guy wants to take her to Spin on saturday night. I laughed.

Jen

AHHHH! An asshole, who will go unnamed (fine, his name is Chuck) felt like he could move all my files from the “L” drive of the server to a different drive. That was the technical difficulty with the server. Now this may not seem like a big deal, but I had some music files on there, you know, so that Barb and I could share them. I also had all this photoshop work that I had done for Bill’s Campbell Soup project for Grad School (yes, I am doing his homework. That is what I get paid the “big bucks” for. Notice how “big bucks” is in quotation marks. That is because they are not really big.) Anyway, I spent a lot of time finding them and moving them. What a hole. I’ll give you a Chuck. Chuck this.

Ok, I’m out for the day. Beck- see you at 7:15.

anyone know how to talk to chileans?

well do you? i audit our santiago (or pinochet) office and my local contact refuses to get back to me. i know she doesn't speak english and i don't speak spanish (unless it has recently changed to english), but i need to talk to her. about the socialist government. no not really. but i need to talk to her anyway. grrrr.

no need to feel like a hole. i merely spout stupid thoughts the tribune has conjoured up in me. i wish i had a dog. i miss my dog. if only i could go to the show tomorrow, but i have class tomorrow.

ok this is too weird. click on it. i'm scared.

to school.

Becky.com

Have you ever wondered what your name has turned into in the internet world? I became curious when I found this produce company that has the address foxy.com, as I would think this address would go towards something a little more risque. Anyways, jen and greg check yours out. Unfortunately I cannot post my link, as too much viewing of my page could lead to dismissal from the workplace.

Let me know if you find anymore interesting ones.

Jen

Greg: I feel like a complete hole. Here you are talking about legislative remapping, and I’m talking about my neurotic/asshole dog. Anyway, I agree with you to a point. There are people who spend their entire lives in this country and never become citizens (aka, my sister’s husband’s parents.) If you don’t pay taxes, (unlike the folks of D.C., who do pay taxes and don’t have representation) then why should you have representation? But, if these people of non-voting age are citizens, you are right, they should be counted.

Time to feel like a hole again: I’m changing the topic to a lighter subject. I was checking the Holiday Matinee page and it looks like Q and not U (Hooray for Humans! I love that song.) are playing at the fireside tomorrow night. Anyone interested in going?

Oh, and we are definitely seeing The Plan on May 10th.

Story time!!!! We are having major problems with our lame fax machine today. Anyway, In order for the thing not to jam, you have to load the paper curl down. Unless you are a paper expert, it is nearly impossible to figure out which way a paper curls. Anyway, I wrote a little reminder note and left it by the fax machine. So, the machine is jamming and I say, “I’ll give you a curl down.” Then Barb says, “curl down this.” We think this is pretty funny, because we tend to use these sayings in rotation when we are pissed at objects in our office. So, I get the machine to work for about a minute and then it beeps “error” at me. I, of course, say, “I’ll give you an error.” and Barb says, “Error this.” Believe me when I say this was funnier then the first time (this may have something to do with poor air circulation on the 65th floor.)

Anyway, we are having technical difficulties with the server right now, so I better go and fix the problem like the computer guru I am (yeah, right.)

I’ll give you a technical difficulty.

Technical difficulty this.

tired and blue, how 'bout you?

looks like it's another quick dinner at demon dogs tonight.

something about the weakerthans makes me sad today. i don't know what it is. today seems like a day for curling up in a corner with a good book and a cup of tea, but i have miles to go before that.

i was just reading about the legislative remapping process and how it could hurt, rather than help, the latino populations despite their large population gains since the last census. it seems they won't count non-citizens or non-voting age citizens when they redraw the boundries. i can understand excluding non-citizens, but it seems anyone who is 8 or older should be included in the legislative boundry process since they will vote at least once before the boundries are redrawn again in 10 years. failure to include them seems like purposely disenfranchising them from the representive system. any thoughts on this bloggers? or am i talking too much?

on a differant note, i'm coming down to normal on the 27th, so you boys have to tell me all the hotspots. i've only made a few visits to the illinois state university and most of them have consisted of me, my freind's dorm room and old style. i'm stepping up to special export this time.

to work.

Becky

I just had a nice conversation with Charlie Brown-he works in one of our plants. He always sounds so busy, I wonder when he has time for all of those football and baseball games......

Blogging has been good lately. I would like to send a shout out to the wire for an excellent choice of song of the day, as well as to nanette for her reminder of the best bath products store ever, Lush. I wish they would open a store in Chicago..... (maybe time for a new job?)

anyways, not too much else is going on right now. I have to give a 30 min power point presentation next week. yuk.

Jen

Thank god it’s already Tuesday.

I’d like to say A) Happy Birthday to Ken (it was yesterday, and yes, I did remember) B) Ken, I am sorry. We had a talk last night and Ken said that he makes a conscious decision to not speak Japanese, even when he is drunk (and don’t you dare try to get out of that one, mister.) Japanenglish is when I can’t exactly understand Ken, which is hardly ever and C) my dog is no longer an asshole, he is just neurotic.

I was going to blog last night, but I spent a lot of time on the computer burning some music to CD. That is the only good thing about the parent’s house. AND when they finally move, the computer will be mine. ALL MINE!

I guess, I should probably explain why my dog was an asshole. Well, it was Monday morning, very early, when Dylan woke me up. 4:30 to be exact. I think that’s when the rain started. Anyway, first he just stuck his nose under the blanket. Then he dropped a bone on my head. Finally, he tried to lie next to me. He fell asleep on my feet (mind you, he is half black lab/half german shepard which = big dog). At five, some asshole woke me up asking for my mom. At 5:30, Dylan woke up again and started crying. I let him outside; I tried to fall back asleep. I let Dylan back in at 6. By 6:20ish, I fell back asleep. Then, my mom calls me at 6:30, which is- get this, 4:30 Vegas time. What are they doing up?!?!? Anyway, crazy fact: for the first time since I started working full time in January, I was on time to work. Crazy fact #2: I had to travel 50 minutes on the L as opposed to 20, and I never make it in on time.

Dylan is now neurotic because up until yesterday, I never saw a dog depressed. He wouldn’t even play with his favorite toy. It was pathetic. He is like a shadow, always right at my heels. He slept on my feet again; I felt bad for him. (If you have read past blogs, then you have read about how my parents spoil this dog rotten.) This morning, it was basically the same routine minus the phone calls and now a sick dog (that is why he is neurotic. I think that he does it to himself.) Thank god there is yoga tonight and that my parents are coming home.

To top it off, Dylan awoke me from this crazy dream. I was looking at this one bedroom apartment and Bob Nanna lived there. Somehow, we ended up hanging out and watching the Simpsons. Oh, and I took the apartment. Cool.

Becky

Its Tuesday, and that means one thing: Yoga!! Hopefully it will better than last week, I think that the dizziness is gone....

Well blog, I tend to complain alot so today I am going to tell you about something that I love and that brightens my day everyday. I have to drive for a strech on 90/94 that goes through the city everyday on my commute. The best part of the drive is the LaSalle Bank building that is on the West side of the highway near the North Avenue exit. The building is like a big mural that they have repainted every few months, and right now there is a new spring painting with a bunch of tulips and bees buzzing around and it is lovely. So look for it next time you are on the Kennedy, okay?

One more note: Ben and Jerry's new flavor, concession obsession, is AWESOME!!!!

Jen

Well, I'm out of work time to blog. I'll do a session at home while I'm dog-sitting my asshole dog.

Becky

And were coming to the end of a lovely monday. I am still working hard on my graphical analysis. And yes, greg, that is the technical term for making graphs out of data on excel.

My little sister is now officially 19-my little girl is all grown up! Last year I think she went shopping with her friends at Oakbrook for her birthday. How different than this year when she spent the past weekend boozin and bungee jumping. Apparently at one point on saturday night her friend said she could get whatever whe wanted to drink and go back to their house and party. My sister opted for Champagne and Jack Daniels. I can't say I have ever understood her.

Greg, hello! I gave you a book to read and it's good-I promise! Remember? Its called The God of Small Things here's a review if you are interested.

blog, blog, bloggy blog

What a long Monday. It looks like I’ll be going to Monday night’s Cub’s game. That combined with Saturday’s game equals 2 games in 3 days. Not bad, but I wish I could go to all 162 of them. Damn our economic system!!

So I’m out of books to read, any suggestions or lending libraries out there? I figure I’m gonna something to take my mind off of educational sociology this semester.

Wings on Thursday anyone?

Placebo or Ocean Colour Scene on May 1st anyone?

Dismemberment Plan on May 10th anyone?

A nap right now anyone?

editor’s note: "anyone" in the above blog excludes phone answering monkeys. The monkeys from Jumanji are okay though.

Looks like Jumanji 2 is on the way. I’m trembling with excitement.

Bye, Bye, Bye.

Jen

I have a little bit more news from Weezer:

"hash pipe", the first single from the forthcoming weezer album is on
its way to radio. It will be premiering on radio stations across the
USA Friday & Saturday night in "sneak preview" mode. if your pining
to hear the new single, be sure to call your local radio station and
let them know you want to hear the new weezer single!

also:
an unfinished mix version of hash pipe leaked to a few stations a
couple of days ago.

weezer WILL NOT BE PLAYING warped tour dates this summer. see karl's
corner for the word on that. instead, the band will be touring
themselves the entire summer!

Anyway, Friday, I went to the Big Wig to see DJ Spooky spin. I have to admit, the coolest part of the evening was getting in for free (because Ken’s roommate is one of the people who works the door), and sneaking my underage friend Jordan, in. This is basically how it all happened: Me, Jordan, Ken and John are waiting outside for Veronica’s cue that the bald eagle (aka bald guy also working the door) is gone. We wait for a good half hour. Finally, bald eagle leaves to talk on cell phone. While bald eagle turns his back, John and Jordan run in. Ken and I casually wait a few minutes and enter ourselves. It was a cool night, and DJ Spooky kicked ass. Oh, I was also accosted by a homeless man who tried to give me a flyer with clowns on it. Jordan was like, “Dude, she hates clowns.” But he wouldn’t leave me alone. Later, he asked Ken a question (sometimes Ken can’t understand blubbering idiots because his first language is Japanese) and I answer the question for him. Then the homeless man said. “Excuse me, but I was talking to the gentleman. You seem to have some sort of problem with me today.” The best part about this statement was that he said today, as if we hang out on a regular basis. I was just about to get very upset, then Ken pulled me in the club.

Lame office meeting time.

Becky

Okay, the blog is back! I like to blog in the morning cause it's so much faster. Our corporate headquarters are in SanFran and so when everyone rolls into work there they clog up the internet and make it s-l-o-w just like it is right now. And for people like me, with nothing to do, this turns into a real problem.

Well, the weekend was busy but there was hardly any boozing! Dinner at the Flat Top Grill is always an adventure. Their new bread is yummy!! (luckily we went before passover started) I have to say it is my favorite of the make-your-own-stir-fry places, although others disagree.

So sorry we missed the party, I think tim should have another one soon to make up for us not being able to make it. There was a lot of time spent in a little kitchen in Sun Prairie, WI, but the meal turned out very well thanks to me and a special helper.

Time to start the week of bread-free lunches. Onto Wendy's for a baked potato supreme!

Jen

Semi-decent morning to everyone.

I had an excellent weekend, except for a two things. One I will not mention because it's better that way. The other I can completely say because he connot read this. My dog is an asshole. That's all there is to it. More about the dog sitting fiasco later.

I just read Zach's BLARG. I just want to say that I did not see you. But, it does look like you did spot me. Pat couldn't come with me to the Hey Mercedes Show because he had to work on his video. For his final, he is doing a documentary on Haymerket Riot (he's buddys with those guys) and they have practice on Saturday nights. So, I brought my Japanese friend, Ken. Ken works way too hard and I think he needed an outing. He did like the Mercedes though, so the world is a better place. Zach- if you spotted me, why didn't you say hello?

I am so sad and disappointed that Greg and Becky did not make it to Tim's. It was a very good time. Ken was so, so, so, so drunk. He is very funny when he is drunk becuase he starts talking Japanenglish. It gets very confusing. Also, Gant made an appearence! We wanted to see you two!!!!!!! Even Pat asked where you guys were. TSK, TSK, TSK!

Back later.

Oh what force on earth could be weaker than the feeble strength of one

I hate it when blogger isn’t working. I hate it that blogger isn’t in Microsoft’s spelling dictionary. I hate it that Word capitalizes Microsoft. Enough of my hatred.

The reviews are in and it seems that the show was a pure unadulterated rockfest. I wish I could have gone. However, I had pletny of fun being Jewish for a day. In case any of you have never attended a seder (you heathens) here are a couple of my observations.

1. At a seder you read the prayer book backwards. I think this spoils the ending.

2. Passover wine tastes like grape jelly. It’s a little strange to get plastered on grape jelly.

3. Emerill Lagasi is apparently both Christian and Jewish. Impressive.

4. Special Export is not kosher, but sure is tasty.

I am confident that those four phrases sum up the entire experience. Or not. Sorry about the lateness of this post. Blogger hates me. Did anyone else feel bad for Jon Lieber yesterday? Hell of a game. Crappy loss. More after this.

Jen

I have a stomach ache. I hate when that happens. Total amount of food I have eaten: a pear, 2 dole fruit cups (they rock) and a piece of toast. That’s it. I don’t want to blame it on the Pita Inn I had last night with Jordan. The food there is just too good.

DJ Spooky last night was awesome. HE knows so much about art, music and just well, everything. He showed some videos done on flash and he also scratched live with an interactive g-force on screen. I would seriously write tons about this, but the pains in my tummy are stopping me from typing too much. Blah.

Tonight it looks like the plans might change to see DJ Spooky at the Big Wig. Of course, the first thing I’m going to do after work is go home and relax for a few. Then I’ll gauge the eve by that.

Ok, sorry this blog sucks. I’ll write a better one this weekend while I am home dog sitting.

becky

Have I mentioned before about the problems with the shipping and receiving guy in our dock? He is lovingly referred to as "goofy" quite often. He just walked through our room full of cubicles and proceeded to:
1. Tell my friend Amit that he has a skid of poop waiting in the back for him
2. Tell me to stop sitting on my poopola and get some real work done (cause he is the only one who works around here)
3. Call one of the technicians a lab-fag
4. Exit the room singing "god bless america"

where do they find these people?

My hair has reached new levels of frizziness today. We went to lunch and it was fine and when we returned it was pouring and of course I did not bring a jacket.

ps-feeling much much better this afternoon

greg:

This is not a rain delay

I hate rain delays. I wanna watch the numbers change on espn.com and pretend I'm watching a ballgame. but apparently no. Bye.

Jen

All morning, I have been trying to figure out why I am so annoyed with the world. Then Barb told me: full moon on Sunday. I don’t believe in mystical crap and I’m not at all superstitious, but I do believe in the fact that the full moon fucks us up big time. So, yes, I am annoyed.

I am very glad that Beck has rejoined the world of the healthy (more-or-less). Hopefully well enough to go to Tim’s on Saturday night?

Guess what I found!?!?!?! The words to “Blinded by the Light!” Can someone please tell me what a deuce is and how one can be revved up like one?

This site is pretty bad ass. It has the lyrics to a lot of popular songs… Check it out if you are dying to know what Michael Stipe sings in “It’s the end of the world as we know it.”

Ok, back soon with the scoop on DJ Spooky.

Becky is Back

We'll see how long this lasts. Well blog, I made it to work today but not without a struggle. Knowing that I have to sit in this chair for the next 8 hours scares me a little bit-I think I will reevaluate the situation after lunch-my couch seems much more appealing right now. If only I had some sort of bed in my cubicle then all would be good. I wish I had an office in this place so I could build a bed under my desk just like george costanza (can't stand ya), with a shelf equipped for a blanket and everything.

Okay, I just got the go ahead from the boss to go home whenever I want today. woohoo!! I should go home anyways, considering the state that my hair is in right now. I amazed that I even fit it into my cube. have you been outside? it's like a rainforest out there! I feel like I am in the monkey exhibit at Brookfield Zoo.

Jen

Ok, you know the ad for Blow- that new movie with Johnny Depp and Paul Reubens(Yes! Pee-Wee Herman!!!!)? Well, they play “Blinded by the Light” by some random band. That song drives me absolutely insane because it is damn catchy and I have no idea what the hell he says after blinded by the light. Tell me!!!!!!!!! I have it stuck in my head!

When I was younger, I always would mistake song lyrics (not that I don’t do that now…) You know that song- “Every time you go Away” by Paul Young? Well, when I about 7, when the song came out, I used to sing: “every time you go away, you take a piece of meat with you.” When it was “you take a piece of me with you.” I couldn’t seem to grasp taking a piece of Paul Young along, so meat seemed to make more sense.

For Christmas, Barb bought me this book called “When a Man Loves a Walnut,” which is a book of misheard lyrics. She got this for me, because for months now, we have been trying to figure out the words to “Blinded by the Light.” The book is hilarious. Here is a related site, even if it doesn’t really represent the book to it’s fullest.

Enough about Lyrics! That is, unless you know!!!!

I have a story about the 3rd annual Pimp and Whore Picnic. If I have time tonight, I’ll tell it.