Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Devil's Food

devils food

Otherwise titled "I have too much time on my hands" OR "I need a job, but let's face it, that's not all that likely, considering I've been looking for 8 months and have yet to find anything and in another 8 months I'll be moving again. Argh."

Minor rant, completely unintended. But as long as I've started...

So, I'll settle for a hobby. However, most of my current hobbies and interests are outdoors or not feasible while living in an apartment. So what's a girl to do when she can't go outside and play?

Any suggestions from the field? Inspiration from the crowd? Thoughts from the balcony?

Monday, February 14, 2005

Thoughts on V-Day

Does anyone else think that Valentine's Day is completely unfair to the male population? (And a random aside, as I wrote this just now, I was wondering, if people refer to women as "the fairer sex," what are men? "The unfairer sex?" What's the opposite?)

For example, I was in Wal-Mart in and among all the lotions and potions marketed to women, desperately searching for the moisturizer with sunscreen that I, and Target, apparently, had both run out of, as this is the second part of my elaborate two-step beauty routine. While combing the aisle, searching (successfully, in case you are wondering), I noticed two guys who looked young enough to be in high school, but were probably college freshmen, as it was still school hours, comparing different scented bath salts, in search for the perfect scent for their Valentine.

One guy would unscrew the lid, take a big whiff and then hand the jar to his friend for further input. Then he took down the next jar, repeated the process, and then took back the first to compare. My personal mission was long accomplished before those two had compared the merits of the selection of bath salts and chosen the winner, or judging by their comments, the lesser of the evils.

Any holiday that reduces two guys to opening every jar of bath salts in search of a gift has got to have something wrong with it. It wasn't like they weren't trying to find the perfect gift. Anyone who sniffs all the jars of bath salts at Wal-Mart is certainly making an effort. Plus, they get points for being creative. Just for kicks, I cruised over to the designated Valentine's aisle to find it full, the majority of the crowd men, searching for the last minute generic candy or flowers for their sweetie.

I was tempted to tell the guys that whoever they were buying the bath salts for probably really didn't want the bath salts, but I thought better of it. Who am I to say that this guy's girlfriend didn't want bath salts? Perhaps she really wants bath salts, but to me, bath salts are one of those gifts that you either give to or receive from your Grandma.

Sunday, February 13, 2005

my very high-school weekend

i suppose it should be expected that as a 24-year-old teaching high school, i will feel a little nostalgic from time to time. i mean, not a "oh man, i wish i could be back in high school" kind of nostalgia, but more like a "well, we had some good times...but man i'm glad to be on the flip side" kind of nostalgia. anyway, i spent all day friday driving to okaboji (carroll's fine, anne) and then friday afternoon and saturday morning i judged a debate tournament. DEBATE! let's remember, first of all, that we didn't even have debate in high school, and even if we had, i would have been faaaaaaaaaar away from that activity. don't ask me how i got roped into spending a whole weekend around scary future lawyers, but it was about as horrific as i had imagined it would be. the debates were all about the flat tax.....zzzzzzz. i guess i'm just not that political. but the point of all this is that it reminded me so much of state solo & ensemble contests in high school, with kids everywhere, complaining about judges in the hallways, making out under blankets, crying in the bathroom, singing "bohemian rhapsody" in the suburban on the way home....ick. i knew i had arrived at adulthood when i was so glad to get home to my own apartment where it was quiet and i could curl up with "little house on the prairie" and a glass of milk. :)

happy valentine's day, everyone. survive it at the very least. and married people, try not to be too smug. in return, i will not be smug about not having to even think about buying a valentine's gift this year. love to all!

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

travel advice: always wear a belt in the Bible belt

They may speak the same language down here (which some could argue, but that's a whole different post), but it's sometimes like I'm living in a foreign country. Take a regional news story for example:

The Virginian legislature has taken it upon themselves to protect the delicate sensibilities of the people of their great state from the horrors of underwear. A 65% majority passed a bill that calls for a $50 fine for underwear visible above low-slug pants, displayed in a "lewd and indecent manner."

I wonder if the next thing on the agenda is a bill to combat the classic plumber's crack? Or is it visible panty lines? In any case I'm sure the people of Virginia will be quite giddy this year while doing their taxes, just knowing that their dollars helped keep The Old Dominion State safe from not only boxers, but also briefs and thongs.

Bored at work. . .

Ok, so I have updated my profile a bit. Now there is no excuse for any of you to NOT send me a birthday card this year!! <-- with lots of money.


P.s. Dana, Just to let you know, I might be in N. Carolina in a week or two. So tell everyone you know to lock their doors and arm their alarms.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

One More Thing To Try

I figured this might be applicable to some other members of this blog.
Or atleast that you would enjoy it as much as I did!

Also, I thought my score might have been higher. . . but only 40.

Until later,

Dogs, Martial arts, Hilarity . . . what more could you want?

You all have to see this!! It's one of my better 'links' (in my opinion). Let me know what you think!