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Thursday, March 30, 2006
Philla Dilla
Oh Philla. I will miss you. I have grown to love and adore the city of Philadelphia. When I first came here, I was in typical NY mode - Um this is NOT New York City so why should I even give it a chance? Totally wrong. Philly in a lot of ways is better that NYC to me. A) Philly has a lot of history and personality B) It's not as big as New York so you don't feel overwhelmed or lost C) You can walk the entire city of Philadelphia in one afternoon
I could list more, but there are more important Philly-isms that I need to mention.
Favorite Restaurant: Effies (11th and Pine)
Favorite Bar to unwind at: Rouge
Favorite Park: Rittenhouse Square
Favorite Memory: People watching in the park with Rupal and Gaurav
Least Favorite Memory: That crazy dog on Chestnut with the extremely big and noticeable thang
Favorite Work Outing: McGillans on any tuesday night
Worst Philly location: Corner of 12 and Chestnut by Seven Eleven - those bums are annoying
Favorite Philly Weekend: Tie btwn PSU girls visiting and Emily's Bachelorett Party :)
Favorite Philly Friend: RUPAL and Geoff of course :)
Oh memories. I am really going to miss this city. There is still so much I haven't explored and want to do. Le sigh. I hope I can come back real soon for a longer more permanent stay. In honor, here is a photo recap of my Philly experience:
I could list more, but there are more important Philly-isms that I need to mention.
Favorite Restaurant: Effies (11th and Pine)
Favorite Bar to unwind at: Rouge
Favorite Park: Rittenhouse Square
Favorite Memory: People watching in the park with Rupal and Gaurav
Least Favorite Memory: That crazy dog on Chestnut with the extremely big and noticeable thang
Favorite Work Outing: McGillans on any tuesday night
Worst Philly location: Corner of 12 and Chestnut by Seven Eleven - those bums are annoying
Favorite Philly Weekend: Tie btwn PSU girls visiting and Emily's Bachelorett Party :)
Favorite Philly Friend: RUPAL and Geoff of course :)
Oh memories. I am really going to miss this city. There is still so much I haven't explored and want to do. Le sigh. I hope I can come back real soon for a longer more permanent stay. In honor, here is a photo recap of my Philly experience:
Movin on Up
I did it - I finally moved out of Philly! For the 2nd time in 2 years, I packed up all my shiz again. Let me be the first to tell you if you don't already know - moving SUCKS. It stinks so bad, you'll wonder why you ever decided to unpack in the first place.
My apartment in Philly wasn't even mine! It was fully furnished, so I didn't have to really worry about lugging any furniture back. But oh boy, did I accumulate one huge pile of crap. Here are some things I have learned, that you might want to read about:
My apartment in Philly wasn't even mine! It was fully furnished, so I didn't have to really worry about lugging any furniture back. But oh boy, did I accumulate one huge pile of crap. Here are some things I have learned, that you might want to read about:
1. The amount of clothing I own could probably fill my entire apartment
2. Shoes shoes everywhere!!!
3. Little handbags fit into bigger handbags which are easy to move
4. I apparently shop - a lot
5. Since I have so many shopping bags, who needs boxes?!
6. It takes a lot of products to help me see, do my hair, and get ready
7. Shoe boxes come in extremely handy for storage. Would probably be best to label though.
8. Loose items such as hair thingies, pens, earrings, and socks will most definitely get lost in the move
9. Why do I own 5 bottles of lotion?
10. Thinking about unpacking is even worse than packing
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Sammy
Last night I had dinner with my friend "Sammy" (i have changed his name for my protection). Sammy is wonderful - he is so smart and so great and (sigh) I have had the biggest crush on him forever. Sammy and I met a couple years ago in NY; he was friends with my cousin. Once I came to Philly, we kept in touch and periodically would have dinner together.
Of course when I was breaking up with my then boyfriend Sammy just started dating his now fiance. Big time bummer. I have come to terms with his engagement and couldn't be happier for him. He is a great friend and I always look forward to our reunions to catch up.
One weekend, however, in Philadelphia, Sammy almost found out about my un-dying love for him. My two fabulous friends Rupal and Tuhin joined me and my cousins for a night out on the town. Since I never really get to see Sammy, I invited him out too!
When Sammy came to the restaurant that we were at, most of my focus was on him. He didn't know anyone else, and we had a lot to catch up on! My wonderful friends however, kept themselves entertained by making fun of me. While I was deep in conversation with Sammy, I could hear their little snickers and whispers in the background. When I went to confront them, they told me how I was flipping my hair, smiling immensely, and flirting heavily. NOT TRUE! It was pure and innocent - swear! This man is taken; no point in wasting good effort on him.
When we moved on to our next destination, Sammy went to make a phone call. When he came back, he hears Tuhin saying "Hey, where's your boy at, where's your man" -- uhh Tuhin, he's standing NEXT to you. I had to do some pretty fancy lying to get out of this little pickle. He left soon after :/
Oh Sammy, how I heart you.
Of course when I was breaking up with my then boyfriend Sammy just started dating his now fiance. Big time bummer. I have come to terms with his engagement and couldn't be happier for him. He is a great friend and I always look forward to our reunions to catch up.
One weekend, however, in Philadelphia, Sammy almost found out about my un-dying love for him. My two fabulous friends Rupal and Tuhin joined me and my cousins for a night out on the town. Since I never really get to see Sammy, I invited him out too!
When Sammy came to the restaurant that we were at, most of my focus was on him. He didn't know anyone else, and we had a lot to catch up on! My wonderful friends however, kept themselves entertained by making fun of me. While I was deep in conversation with Sammy, I could hear their little snickers and whispers in the background. When I went to confront them, they told me how I was flipping my hair, smiling immensely, and flirting heavily. NOT TRUE! It was pure and innocent - swear! This man is taken; no point in wasting good effort on him.
When we moved on to our next destination, Sammy went to make a phone call. When he came back, he hears Tuhin saying "Hey, where's your boy at, where's your man" -- uhh Tuhin, he's standing NEXT to you. I had to do some pretty fancy lying to get out of this little pickle. He left soon after :/
Oh Sammy, how I heart you.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Update: Project Skinny Bitch
So it seems to be working! My motivation for the summer and a bathing suit are helping me to achieve my weight loss goals!
I have been going to the gym for the past couple weeks. I try to walk 2 miles or do 30 minutes on the elliptical, some weight training and of course ABS! Somehow though, I strained a muscle in my butt yesterday working on the elliptical. I'm in pain. My weight has been a steady 105 but I do see improvements!
Hopefully when I start taking tennis lessons this spring/summer it will only help to shape up.
I have also seen Cutie a couple more times in the gym. Tired of playing the "i'm not really looking at you but I am game" I have decided to move on and pretend he's not there. It helps my workout and my focus. If he's really that interested, he will find a way to talk to me.
I have been going to the gym for the past couple weeks. I try to walk 2 miles or do 30 minutes on the elliptical, some weight training and of course ABS! Somehow though, I strained a muscle in my butt yesterday working on the elliptical. I'm in pain. My weight has been a steady 105 but I do see improvements!
Hopefully when I start taking tennis lessons this spring/summer it will only help to shape up.
I have also seen Cutie a couple more times in the gym. Tired of playing the "i'm not really looking at you but I am game" I have decided to move on and pretend he's not there. It helps my workout and my focus. If he's really that interested, he will find a way to talk to me.
Dark Side of Consulting
I think my entire team and project thinks that I have absolutely no life. Yes this is my last week at project. No I do NOT know where I am going to be next. These past two weeks have actually been pretty stressful regarding this.
Let me break it down for you all. I am what we call compensatory. Since I have been on an out-of-town assignment for over a year, all my expenses are considered taxable income and have to be reported to the government. This basically boils down to the fact that my taxes are completely messed up and that it's a complicated issue that no one ever wants to deal with.
I was hoping that once I got to leave Comcrap that this would not be a topic I would have to discuss anymore. Wrong. It turns out that I cannot accept any other projects within 40 miles of my current project, or else I will continue to be compensatory there. Of course, I was actually approached by a great project that was - 38 miles away from my current assignment. This means that I am back on the search and will not be joining their team. Compensatory, like the plague, is not something you want to get.
The management on my team also thinks that we are best friends. They are allowing me to leave - that is enough of a present. Unfortunately, though, they think that we need one more outing together to properly say goodbye. I already had dinner last night with my actual friends on this project. I really don't need to spend the company's money on another night speaking to people that I have NOTHING to say to. Sorry Mr.Manager, we hardly said 2 words to each other my entire time here. Sorry Ms.Senior Executive, I get very uncomfortable around you; dinner would not be wise. I also have planned for a final Philly date that night! I can't very well get my mack on when I have Accenture cock-blocking like crazy.
And this is what is called the darkside of consulting.
Let me break it down for you all. I am what we call compensatory. Since I have been on an out-of-town assignment for over a year, all my expenses are considered taxable income and have to be reported to the government. This basically boils down to the fact that my taxes are completely messed up and that it's a complicated issue that no one ever wants to deal with.
I was hoping that once I got to leave Comcrap that this would not be a topic I would have to discuss anymore. Wrong. It turns out that I cannot accept any other projects within 40 miles of my current project, or else I will continue to be compensatory there. Of course, I was actually approached by a great project that was - 38 miles away from my current assignment. This means that I am back on the search and will not be joining their team. Compensatory, like the plague, is not something you want to get.
The management on my team also thinks that we are best friends. They are allowing me to leave - that is enough of a present. Unfortunately, though, they think that we need one more outing together to properly say goodbye. I already had dinner last night with my actual friends on this project. I really don't need to spend the company's money on another night speaking to people that I have NOTHING to say to. Sorry Mr.Manager, we hardly said 2 words to each other my entire time here. Sorry Ms.Senior Executive, I get very uncomfortable around you; dinner would not be wise. I also have planned for a final Philly date that night! I can't very well get my mack on when I have Accenture cock-blocking like crazy.
And this is what is called the darkside of consulting.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Love Doctor is IN
I think all my readers (ok all 4 of you) know at this point that I have no love life and it is the topic of many of my posts (are you bored yet?). This is my general love formula:
boy = 23 + horrible on paper
girl = me
girl = me
Theory 1: Too much pressure
It seems to me that the reason this occurs is because of too much pressure. "this could be the one!" is not a thought I need to be thinking. In fact, I need to treat all these dates as a purely platonic/non romantic meeting, perhaps. Maybe this way I can just enjoy the evening and not have any sort of expectations.
Theory 2: Bad Karma
This is also another possibility that I actually believe in. Maybe I have broken so many hearts in my past life that it's just my karma that is preventing this whole thing to occur. It could just be my fate to suffer through this and not find anyone that can really be right for me.
Theory 3: Reverse Psychology
You seem wrong for me, in turn, I want to see you more. Although I know that this probably won't go anywhere, I am, for some reason at my best. I already know that it's not going to work out, so I don't invest many of my emotions or thoughts into it. This allows me to be charming and let my guard down (cause heck, we really aren't going to get into anything serious) and have a great time.
Theory 4: Dating sucks
How about the fact that dating just sucks?! To meet a complete stranger, go on a date, figure out if you have some sort of future. I think Wedding Crashers put it best:
boy = 23 + horrible on paper
girl = me
boy + girl = amazing chemistryboy = older + successful + fabulous on paper
girl = me
boy + girl = not so muchThere is something terribly wrong here. It seems that when I meet a suitable match for myself things just never go right. Why is this? I absolutely can't stand this whole dating ritual I have to put myself through. I meet a great guy, but when we are together, spark or no spark, things just don't seem to work out.
Theory 1: Too much pressure
It seems to me that the reason this occurs is because of too much pressure. "this could be the one!" is not a thought I need to be thinking. In fact, I need to treat all these dates as a purely platonic/non romantic meeting, perhaps. Maybe this way I can just enjoy the evening and not have any sort of expectations.
Theory 2: Bad Karma
This is also another possibility that I actually believe in. Maybe I have broken so many hearts in my past life that it's just my karma that is preventing this whole thing to occur. It could just be my fate to suffer through this and not find anyone that can really be right for me.
Theory 3: Reverse Psychology
You seem wrong for me, in turn, I want to see you more. Although I know that this probably won't go anywhere, I am, for some reason at my best. I already know that it's not going to work out, so I don't invest many of my emotions or thoughts into it. This allows me to be charming and let my guard down (cause heck, we really aren't going to get into anything serious) and have a great time.
Theory 4: Dating sucks
How about the fact that dating just sucks?! To meet a complete stranger, go on a date, figure out if you have some sort of future. I think Wedding Crashers put it best:
Janice, I apologize to you if I don't seem real eager to jump into a forced awkward intimate situation that people like to call dating. I don't like the feeling. You're sitting there, you're wondering do I have food on my face, am I eating, am I talking too much, are they talking enough, am I interested I'm not really interested, should I play like I'm interested but I'm not that interested but I think she might be interested but do I want to be interested but now she's not interested? So all of the sudden I'm getting, I'm starting to get interested... And when am I supposed to kiss her? Do I have to wait for the door cause then it's awkward, it's like well goodnight. Do you do like that ass-out hug? Where you like, you hug each other like this and your ass sticks out cause you're trying not to get too close or do you just go right in and kiss them on the lips or don't kiss them at all? It's very difficult trying to read the situation. And all the while you're just really wondering are we gonna get hopped up enough to make some bad decisions?
Animal Planet
When I was driving home this past weekend, I almost hit a rabbit. The little guy was running along side of the road and ran right in front of my car! Thank God I didn't hear that thud and I think he's doing ok. But that got me thinking - do rabbits have adrenaline? I know my heart started beating faster and I was like "holy shiz, I almost killed this poor animal". Was the rabbit thinking "damn that biotch is crazy! I almost died tonight - I'm going to go home and kiss my kids" ?
It amazes me all that researchers find out about animals. Apparently rabbits can produce catecholamine which is an adrenaline-like hormone. How do they know this?! When I was a little kid I never really wondered about the science of animals. I guess other kids did.
When I was watching animal planet yesterday, there was a special about hippos. They were describing the rituals a baby hippo goes through to acclimate itself into the herd. Apparently the male leader will lick all the baby hippos to show love. This is regarded as the highest form of affection that a hippo can receive. Again - how the heck do they know this? Do they ask the hippos? What if they flutter their ears a certain way and that means "I love you"? What if they are licking them to get some type of crud off?
Just some thoughts to entertain you with...
It amazes me all that researchers find out about animals. Apparently rabbits can produce catecholamine which is an adrenaline-like hormone. How do they know this?! When I was a little kid I never really wondered about the science of animals. I guess other kids did.
When I was watching animal planet yesterday, there was a special about hippos. They were describing the rituals a baby hippo goes through to acclimate itself into the herd. Apparently the male leader will lick all the baby hippos to show love. This is regarded as the highest form of affection that a hippo can receive. Again - how the heck do they know this? Do they ask the hippos? What if they flutter their ears a certain way and that means "I love you"? What if they are licking them to get some type of crud off?
Just some thoughts to entertain you with...
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Professional Dater
I wish I could consider myself to be a 'professional dater' but unfortunately it's just not my reality. Is anyone really good at dating? I don't think I'm a very good dater.
I've recently picked up this bad attitude. I don't like to get dressed up anymore. Why bother? I love t-shirts, I want to be comfortable. If a guy is going to be into me, shouldn't he be into the real me? Why dress up and pretend like I'm someone I'm not?
When I have dates, I get all sorts of advice. My mom for instance - this is what she tells me (taken straight from her email) " You are always yourself I know and please dress to kill and wear lipstick and stand out exceptional. " My roommate usually takes one look at me and tells me to put on more makeup or to get cuter. I have actually had a friend of a friend tell me to do my hair again and made me put on more lipstick.
Hmm ok, so more makeup and exceptional outfits. This is my dating handicap.
I've recently picked up this bad attitude. I don't like to get dressed up anymore. Why bother? I love t-shirts, I want to be comfortable. If a guy is going to be into me, shouldn't he be into the real me? Why dress up and pretend like I'm someone I'm not?
When I have dates, I get all sorts of advice. My mom for instance - this is what she tells me (taken straight from her email) " You are always yourself I know and please dress to kill and wear lipstick and stand out exceptional. " My roommate usually takes one look at me and tells me to put on more makeup or to get cuter. I have actually had a friend of a friend tell me to do my hair again and made me put on more lipstick.
Hmm ok, so more makeup and exceptional outfits. This is my dating handicap.
Friday, March 24, 2006
City Livin
Last night I got rudely awakened by screaming drunken idiots and a lot of car honking. I did not get my ample beauty sleep!
We have a ball room in our building; which is quite popular. Last night, like many nights, there was an elegant event occurring in the ballroom. Around 2 am though, I was reminded how drunken idiots and city life are sometimes just not the life for me.
For some ungodly reason there was a traffic jam right outside our building - AT 2 AM!! Apparently the valet and the drunken fools were having some sort of problem and all I could hear for about 10 minutes was HOOOOOOOONK HOOOOOOOOOOOONK. Too bad my window is too heavy to open because they definitely would have heard what I had to say.
Once the honking finally stopped I kept hearing shrieks of laughter from all these people. Do they not know they are outside? I know there are street lights, but I don't think you can mistake them for actual SUN LIGHT. It's not 2 pm ladies and gentlemen - it's 2 AM. Let's try to let your neighbors sleep please.
We have a ball room in our building; which is quite popular. Last night, like many nights, there was an elegant event occurring in the ballroom. Around 2 am though, I was reminded how drunken idiots and city life are sometimes just not the life for me.
For some ungodly reason there was a traffic jam right outside our building - AT 2 AM!! Apparently the valet and the drunken fools were having some sort of problem and all I could hear for about 10 minutes was HOOOOOOOONK HOOOOOOOOOOOONK. Too bad my window is too heavy to open because they definitely would have heard what I had to say.
Once the honking finally stopped I kept hearing shrieks of laughter from all these people. Do they not know they are outside? I know there are street lights, but I don't think you can mistake them for actual SUN LIGHT. It's not 2 pm ladies and gentlemen - it's 2 AM. Let's try to let your neighbors sleep please.
Tag I'm It
I'm not really a fan of email chain letters or "tags" (as we call it in blogger/myspace land). Since I am in the mood to blog, I will succumb to the forces and cooperate.
I've been tagged!
Rules
If i tag you, you have to do the following:
1. The tagged victim must come up with 10 different points of their perfect lover.
2. Need to mention gender of target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment saying they've been tagged.
4. If tagged again, there's no need to post a 2nd time.
I'm actually going to change the rules a little. A) I will not tag 8 other people B) perfect lover? is this really interesting to people?
ok Perfect MAN Lover (ooooooh)
1. sense of humor (if i'm not laughing, you're not funny)
2. good teeth (i had to suffer w/ braces, so should you)
3. no gross birth defects (3rd nipple, etc)
4. at least 4 inches taller than me (not that hard to achieve)
5. should always have gum
6. cannot live at home
7. should not own any reptiles
8. must like Coke - not pepsi
9. have some sort of interest in God
10. fabulous kisser
I've been tagged!
Rules
If i tag you, you have to do the following:
1. The tagged victim must come up with 10 different points of their perfect lover.
2. Need to mention gender of target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment saying they've been tagged.
4. If tagged again, there's no need to post a 2nd time.
I'm actually going to change the rules a little. A) I will not tag 8 other people B) perfect lover? is this really interesting to people?
ok Perfect MAN Lover (ooooooh)
1. sense of humor (if i'm not laughing, you're not funny)
2. good teeth (i had to suffer w/ braces, so should you)
3. no gross birth defects (3rd nipple, etc)
4. at least 4 inches taller than me (not that hard to achieve)
5. should always have gum
6. cannot live at home
7. should not own any reptiles
8. must like Coke - not pepsi
9. have some sort of interest in God
10. fabulous kisser
Thursday, March 23, 2006
I'm Electric
I have seem to have this constant problem: static electricity. All day long I seem to be shocking myself. This is actually happens most often when I am in my apartment (which has carpeting). I got really annoyed with this constant habit this week so I decided to do some Kripsie research to figure out what is going on.
I don't intentionally rub my feet on carpeting before touching things. I am actually very careful when I walk. This guy says that no friction or rug-scuffing is required in order to electrically charge our bodies. So there goes that theory.
Static electricity occurs when we have an imbalance between our negative and positive particles (remember science class? atoms, neutrons, electrons?). When we walk, our socks or shoes can steal the negative charges from the floor and we get this "imbalance".
Some things I could do to fix this:
1. change my shoe soles to leather
2. raise the humidity in the room
3. spray the carpet or floors with an antistatic coating
These don't really seem to be the theories or answers I am looking for. I wear socks at home! I don't want to get leather soles. The room is hot enough! Maybe I just have so much energy in me the rest of the room is jealous? Yes, I like that theory.
I don't intentionally rub my feet on carpeting before touching things. I am actually very careful when I walk. This guy says that no friction or rug-scuffing is required in order to electrically charge our bodies. So there goes that theory.
Static electricity occurs when we have an imbalance between our negative and positive particles (remember science class? atoms, neutrons, electrons?). When we walk, our socks or shoes can steal the negative charges from the floor and we get this "imbalance".
Some things I could do to fix this:
1. change my shoe soles to leather
2. raise the humidity in the room
3. spray the carpet or floors with an antistatic coating
These don't really seem to be the theories or answers I am looking for. I wear socks at home! I don't want to get leather soles. The room is hot enough! Maybe I just have so much energy in me the rest of the room is jealous? Yes, I like that theory.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Spring Break
When I was in college I loved spring break - mainly for the fact that I was away from school for a whole week. I have never really gone 'crazy' during spring break though. Although I went away pretty much every year, I never once was caught on film making out with three girls or doing jello shots off of some midget in Mexico (I'm sure that happened somewhere).
What is the appeal of going buck-wild during spring break? There is no doubt that MTV helped the popularity of spring break craziness. But seriously, they have some of their most disgusting television during this week. Yes I would love to be at the beach, sleep in, go out, have a great time, but I can only take so much. Have you ever watched any of these shows? I wonder if these kids know they are being videotaped. Maybe it wasn't their fault...they just happened to be confused and went home with a he rather than a she. Hmm right. What about their parents? If my parents ever saw a picture of me half naked hanging all over some boy, God knows I would not be allowed outside of my house (yes even now).
Plus, honestly, what is so awesome about going out and getting so unbelievably drunk and bragging to your friends that you got "so much a$$". There are words for people like that and they are not nice. I hope you all get a weird rash that won't go away!
What is the appeal of going buck-wild during spring break? There is no doubt that MTV helped the popularity of spring break craziness. But seriously, they have some of their most disgusting television during this week. Yes I would love to be at the beach, sleep in, go out, have a great time, but I can only take so much. Have you ever watched any of these shows? I wonder if these kids know they are being videotaped. Maybe it wasn't their fault...they just happened to be confused and went home with a he rather than a she. Hmm right. What about their parents? If my parents ever saw a picture of me half naked hanging all over some boy, God knows I would not be allowed outside of my house (yes even now).
Plus, honestly, what is so awesome about going out and getting so unbelievably drunk and bragging to your friends that you got "so much a$$". There are words for people like that and they are not nice. I hope you all get a weird rash that won't go away!
Birthdizzle
My favorite day of the year is my birthday. Ever since I was a little girl, I have been unbelievably excited for April to come. The one day of the year that we all get to celebrate ME!
When I was young I used to say "It's my happy birthday" - not realizing that "Happy Birthday" was a greeting not the actual name of the event. How cute was I?!
Last year, to celebrate my new found freedom of turning 25 (lower car insurance, no car rental fees) I had a huge party in NYC with all my favorite people. The year before I'm sure I was drinking it up somewhere with my sidekicks. This year, however, is a different story. 26?! I'm not ready for 26. Shiz, I don't feel 26, I don't look 26, I don't act 26 - I can't be turning 26. What happened to 23 and 24? Where did those years go? What the heck was I doing? (making out with someone hot I hope)
So this year in order to celebrate my NOT turning 26, I decided to run away. I can't tell you where I am going. It's a proven fact that if your birthday can't find you, then you can't get older. So HA. While you suckers are getting older, I'm running away and staying 25 for one more year.
When I was young I used to say "It's my happy birthday" - not realizing that "Happy Birthday" was a greeting not the actual name of the event. How cute was I?!
Last year, to celebrate my new found freedom of turning 25 (lower car insurance, no car rental fees) I had a huge party in NYC with all my favorite people. The year before I'm sure I was drinking it up somewhere with my sidekicks. This year, however, is a different story. 26?! I'm not ready for 26. Shiz, I don't feel 26, I don't look 26, I don't act 26 - I can't be turning 26. What happened to 23 and 24? Where did those years go? What the heck was I doing? (making out with someone hot I hope)
So this year in order to celebrate my NOT turning 26, I decided to run away. I can't tell you where I am going. It's a proven fact that if your birthday can't find you, then you can't get older. So HA. While you suckers are getting older, I'm running away and staying 25 for one more year.
Note: You better call me still and wish me a "happy not turning 26 but staying 25 birthday"
Note Note: Happy Birthday Bola!!!!
Slurpy
Now to add to my rants about work, here is another one: Noisy eaters. I currently sit in a room with 4 other people. The size of the room isn't very big so we are basically in each others biznaz all day long (do you understand now why I get frustrated?).
I don't know if you have experienced a slurper. This person cannot drink tea/coffee or eat soup without making an excessive amount of noise. Granted the food may be hot, but you knew that already. Is there really a reason for you to sluuuuuurrrrp every sip? Did you ever think this may be the worst noise on the face of the planet? I used to have this "friend" - let's call him Pras - who did this all the time. I once threatened to fire him (kidding of course!!!) if he didn't stop. Now I have this new guy sitting next to me. He loves soup and loves to slurp. Too bad I can't fire him.
How about open-mouth chewers. I don't think there is anything grosser than this. Along with slurping, they love to make noises while chewing. Their mouth for some reason can't stay shut while eating. Did you take too big of a bite? Try smaller mouthfuls next time. I seriously can't put my music any louder or make myself temporarily blind to prevent myself from noticing this. This might be a good topic to add to our home economic classes in high school: How Not to be Annoying While Eating.
I don't know if you have experienced a slurper. This person cannot drink tea/coffee or eat soup without making an excessive amount of noise. Granted the food may be hot, but you knew that already. Is there really a reason for you to sluuuuuurrrrp every sip? Did you ever think this may be the worst noise on the face of the planet? I used to have this "friend" - let's call him Pras - who did this all the time. I once threatened to fire him (kidding of course!!!) if he didn't stop. Now I have this new guy sitting next to me. He loves soup and loves to slurp. Too bad I can't fire him.
How about open-mouth chewers. I don't think there is anything grosser than this. Along with slurping, they love to make noises while chewing. Their mouth for some reason can't stay shut while eating. Did you take too big of a bite? Try smaller mouthfuls next time. I seriously can't put my music any louder or make myself temporarily blind to prevent myself from noticing this. This might be a good topic to add to our home economic classes in high school: How Not to be Annoying While Eating.
Grumpy
I am normally a pretty friendly person. There is however a period of 8 hours where even I don't want to deal with myself: at work. I think for the most part I have been generally pleasant to work with. But for the past couple of months it's been quite a challenge.
I work with a lot of idiots - and I am not really using that in it's nicest terms. My team nowadays consists of other contractors and Comcast employees: only 1 other Accenture companion (who is fab). Most days I wonder how these people get themselves out of bed and into work without my help. It seems that anything that doesn't work does not require any sort of "trial and error". Their immediate response to a problem is "Hey I got a question" "Hey this isn't working" "Hey what do I do". Hmmm how about - I don't freakin' care!
I honestly don't know what people do in full time jobs that they have FOREVER. Don't you get frustrated with your co-workers? What about the work? Doesn't it get boring and out-dated for you? I am slated to leave in 1.5 weeks and my last day can't get here any faster.
I work with a lot of idiots - and I am not really using that in it's nicest terms. My team nowadays consists of other contractors and Comcast employees: only 1 other Accenture companion (who is fab). Most days I wonder how these people get themselves out of bed and into work without my help. It seems that anything that doesn't work does not require any sort of "trial and error". Their immediate response to a problem is "Hey I got a question" "Hey this isn't working" "Hey what do I do". Hmmm how about - I don't freakin' care!
I honestly don't know what people do in full time jobs that they have FOREVER. Don't you get frustrated with your co-workers? What about the work? Doesn't it get boring and out-dated for you? I am slated to leave in 1.5 weeks and my last day can't get here any faster.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Kids
My friend Wendy and I were talking about kids the other day. We were actually surprised by the fact that babies don't seem so scary to us anymore.
note: when I say babies, I mean actual babies, not the process of giving birthWhile I was in the airport last night, arriving in Pittsburgh, I got to thinking about this. Am I really ready for kids? Are we being serious about this? Right as I was starting to feel that "motherly instinct" a cute little family came on board my AirTrain. This brought me back to reality. What I realized is that yes, babies are cute. They are cuddly, innocent, and really sweet. But then - they grow up; they learn to talk.
Take for example this sweet family on the AirTrain:
parent: hold on to the pole
monster: sit on the pole?
parent: no hold on to it
monster: oh hahahahahaha I thought you said sit
monster: where are we going
parent: this will take us to the exit
monster: is this a train? I thought it was a box
parent: yes it's a train
monster: who's driving this?
monster: who's driving this?
monster: who's driving this?
parent: sigh
See what I'm saying. If kids would just stay babies, I think I could handle it. But nope, they learn to talk and then they learn to be annoying. Sorry Wendy, I go back to the original theory:
Babies = NOT FOR ME (well at least not for now)
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Wedding Cake
I have been to my fair share of weddings -all have been fabulous and lot's of fun. One part of weddings though that I am not really a fan of - the wedding cake.
I don't really like cake to begin with; only rarely do I ever have a piece. But people end up paying SO much money for this cake. How many people actually EAT the cake?? From my experience, I am too busy drinking, dancing, etc to even notice the cake. Usually I am not at my table and I have even missed the cake-handing-out on many occasions.
And the cake cutting ceremony - again - don't really pay attention. Why spend all this money on cake?
I think if I ever get married, I might have cupcakes. Generally everyone loves cupcakes. They are small, so you get the correct portion, it has easy clean up, and very convenient to take home!
I'm a genius.
I don't really like cake to begin with; only rarely do I ever have a piece. But people end up paying SO much money for this cake. How many people actually EAT the cake?? From my experience, I am too busy drinking, dancing, etc to even notice the cake. Usually I am not at my table and I have even missed the cake-handing-out on many occasions.
And the cake cutting ceremony - again - don't really pay attention. Why spend all this money on cake?
I think if I ever get married, I might have cupcakes. Generally everyone loves cupcakes. They are small, so you get the correct portion, it has easy clean up, and very convenient to take home!
I'm a genius.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Email Dating
I think we need to create rules about email dating. Oh you don't know what it is?
Say you are introduced to someone via email and photo. You are somewhat interested - but because of some sort of complication (distance, fear) you are restricted to conversing through emails. You find your email box filled with messages titled "Introduction" and then a lengthy message from there.
What is the proper amount of time to wait before giving your phone number?
What is the proper amount of time before you meet in person?
Is there email flirting?
My general tendency in life is to tease. Is teasing not appropriate via email? (I think the joke loses its translation in text)
What if you receive additional pictures and are completely not interested?
If we email and then decide it's not going anywhere - how do we "break-up"?
If we break-up, were we actually dating?
Am I the only one that deals with this?
Say you are introduced to someone via email and photo. You are somewhat interested - but because of some sort of complication (distance, fear) you are restricted to conversing through emails. You find your email box filled with messages titled "Introduction" and then a lengthy message from there.
What is the proper amount of time to wait before giving your phone number?
What is the proper amount of time before you meet in person?
Is there email flirting?
My general tendency in life is to tease. Is teasing not appropriate via email? (I think the joke loses its translation in text)
What if you receive additional pictures and are completely not interested?
If we email and then decide it's not going anywhere - how do we "break-up"?
If we break-up, were we actually dating?
Am I the only one that deals with this?
I Can't Believe It's Not...
Something that has confused me for a while is this whole butter/margarine issue. I always buy Country Crock Shed's Spread (what the heck is Shed?). I like the packaging and the spread is very easy to use. But what the heck is it? It's not butter - so does that automatically mean it's margarine. And what is margarine? I'm so confused....
Well in simple terms, butter is a dairy product made by churning fresh or fermented cream or milk. Butter actually comes in many different forms: sweet cream butter, spreadable butter, or whipped butter. AND all forms of butter also come in salted and unsalted versions. I think we all know how/when to use butter so I'm going to skip that portion of this lesson.
Now the problem with butter is that it has been labeled as a serious contributor to health problems - especially heart disease. It seems that one tablespoon of butter contains 100 calories, all from fat: 11 grams of fat, of which 7 grams are saturated fat, and 30 milligrams of cholesterol. Gross. Here's where margarine came in.
Margarine is basically a butter-substitute. I don't think you want to know the chemical make-up of it, so I'll spare you that as well. Margarine however was also flagged as another health risk due to its high proportion of trans-fat. Trans-fat can lead to coronary heart disease - oy! Since the 90's though, they have been trying to lower the amount of trans-fat in margarine and now you can find most with "zero grams" trans fat.
But this still leaves me confused about Country Crock. They call themselves a 'spread' - and no where do they refer to themselves as anything else. Apparently my spread is cholesterol free but still has trans fat. Should I be concerned?
Well in simple terms, butter is a dairy product made by churning fresh or fermented cream or milk. Butter actually comes in many different forms: sweet cream butter, spreadable butter, or whipped butter. AND all forms of butter also come in salted and unsalted versions. I think we all know how/when to use butter so I'm going to skip that portion of this lesson.
Now the problem with butter is that it has been labeled as a serious contributor to health problems - especially heart disease. It seems that one tablespoon of butter contains 100 calories, all from fat: 11 grams of fat, of which 7 grams are saturated fat, and 30 milligrams of cholesterol. Gross. Here's where margarine came in.
Margarine is basically a butter-substitute. I don't think you want to know the chemical make-up of it, so I'll spare you that as well. Margarine however was also flagged as another health risk due to its high proportion of trans-fat. Trans-fat can lead to coronary heart disease - oy! Since the 90's though, they have been trying to lower the amount of trans-fat in margarine and now you can find most with "zero grams" trans fat.
But this still leaves me confused about Country Crock. They call themselves a 'spread' - and no where do they refer to themselves as anything else. Apparently my spread is cholesterol free but still has trans fat. Should I be concerned?
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Milton and RSG
Do you all remember Milton? I'm sure you do. Well it turns out Milton 'ain't that bad! He's been very nice to me recently and get this - - - - - we have the same birthday!!!
I know. Gosh of all the coincidences in this world. But don't worry, Red Sweater Guy and I are still arch enemies. In fact, let me give you another wonderful example of his crazy ways. And when I say crazy I mean so freakin annoying!
I know. Gosh of all the coincidences in this world. But don't worry, Red Sweater Guy and I are still arch enemies. In fact, let me give you another wonderful example of his crazy ways. And when I say crazy I mean so freakin annoying!
RSG - "kripa, one more thing I need to ask you"Ummmm WEIRDO.
RSG - "I forgot my wallet at my home"
RSG - "now only I realized"
RSG - "can you lend me some cheeze?"
Kripsie - "cheeze?"
RSG - "yeah money"
Kripsie - "I actually have no cash on me" - honest truth!
RSG - "dough"
RSG - "whatever"
Kripsie - "?"
RSG - "thanks"
RSG - "You don't have money"
RSG - "I just cannot believe that"
Flyin' High
This past weekend I have come to realize that I might possibly have the worst luck with flying. I'm not really sure when this curse began. Is there a flying curse? I haven't broken any mirrors recently or walked under any ladders. Hmmm once I thought a black cat crossed my path - could that sucker be the cause of my flying misery?
I just flew to Chicago from Newark. My flight to Chicago was 1 hr delayed. My flight to Newark was 1.5 hrs delayed and then I sat on the runway for another 45 minutes after landing.
In July I flew to London. The flight there was fantastic. The flight home was 3 hours delayed - all of it spent in the airplane ON the runway.
In October I flew to Italy. The Venice airport only opens at 4 am. I had to wake up at 3 am - take a water taxi and then a regular taxi and then wait outside the airport. Then I was stuck in the stinky Frankfurt Airport while I waited for my painful flight home.
In October I also flew to Connecticut. My flight was 1 hr delayed. My airport was 1 hr away from my destination!
Do you see the pattern? Every time I get on one of these contraptions they want to screw me - big time.
I just flew to Chicago from Newark. My flight to Chicago was 1 hr delayed. My flight to Newark was 1.5 hrs delayed and then I sat on the runway for another 45 minutes after landing.
In July I flew to London. The flight there was fantastic. The flight home was 3 hours delayed - all of it spent in the airplane ON the runway.
In October I flew to Italy. The Venice airport only opens at 4 am. I had to wake up at 3 am - take a water taxi and then a regular taxi and then wait outside the airport. Then I was stuck in the stinky Frankfurt Airport while I waited for my painful flight home.
In October I also flew to Connecticut. My flight was 1 hr delayed. My airport was 1 hr away from my destination!
Do you see the pattern? Every time I get on one of these contraptions they want to screw me - big time.
I'm Baaack
Sup y'all. I'm back. It's been a pretty crazy couple of days. After recovering from being sick (thank God) I shipped my brown butt off to Chicago to have some fun.
This was only my 3rd trip ever to the Windy City. I must say, I really do heart Chicago. Every time I have gone, I have only had wonderful experiences. The best part of it all was that I was there for their annual St.Patty's celebration - Green River and all!
Anyways, some interesting facts you may not know about Chicago:
This was only my 3rd trip ever to the Windy City. I must say, I really do heart Chicago. Every time I have gone, I have only had wonderful experiences. The best part of it all was that I was there for their annual St.Patty's celebration - Green River and all!
Anyways, some interesting facts you may not know about Chicago:
- Chicago is home to the world's largest population of Poles outside of Warsaw.
- In Chicago, it is a criminal offense for anyone except a police officer to use a slingshot.
- There is a Chicago law that makes it illegal for male Chicagoans to fish in their pajamas.
- The Sear Tower elevators operate as fast as 1,600 feet per minute.
- The world's largest cookie and cracker factory, where Nabisco made 16 billion Oreo cookies in 1995, is located in Chicago.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Doctor Doctor
Now that I have some more energy in me, let's get to talking about some things that have been on my mind today. I went to the Doctor this morning to try to figure out what the heck is wrong with me. Luckily I live right across the street from a hospital so finding someone was not a problem. I was so excited to go get some drugs and feel better. I only have a mere 24hrs before I leave for Chicago and I am not about to let this "flu-ish" get the best of me.
P.S: I prefer female doctors over male ones anyday. If they need to be touching any part of my body it comforts me that they have the same physical make-up so that what they see or don't see isn't weird or ugly to them. I'm still single; yes this is how we think.
I was relieved to know that my newest physician was in-fact a female: Diane. She wasn't as friendly as I am so me trying some small talk wasn't really helping. I also have a problem recently trying to explain my unique situations to doctors.
Diane checked me out: I have low blood pressure: I need to drink some more fluids. She also says I have a viral infection. Can I have some drugs Diane? She tells me to get some 'tussin or some Musselex. WTF? Where is my codine, where is my antibiotic?! I just paid $20 for this crazy biotch to tell me to keep drinking tea and keep sleeping. Oh and to wash my hands - germs also travel! WTF?
I like it better when doctors give me some drugs. That's why I have insurance! I want to pay my $5 and get my drugs. Sigh. To show her who's boss, I made some pancakes for lunch. Eat that!
P.S: I prefer female doctors over male ones anyday. If they need to be touching any part of my body it comforts me that they have the same physical make-up so that what they see or don't see isn't weird or ugly to them. I'm still single; yes this is how we think.
I was relieved to know that my newest physician was in-fact a female: Diane. She wasn't as friendly as I am so me trying some small talk wasn't really helping. I also have a problem recently trying to explain my unique situations to doctors.
No I am not from Philly, I am just here during the week. Yes my permanent address is up in northern NJ. No I have a primary physician, it's just easier for me to see specialists during the week down here.Sigh. It can get so annoying.
Diane checked me out: I have low blood pressure: I need to drink some more fluids. She also says I have a viral infection. Can I have some drugs Diane? She tells me to get some 'tussin or some Musselex. WTF? Where is my codine, where is my antibiotic?! I just paid $20 for this crazy biotch to tell me to keep drinking tea and keep sleeping. Oh and to wash my hands - germs also travel! WTF?
I like it better when doctors give me some drugs. That's why I have insurance! I want to pay my $5 and get my drugs. Sigh. To show her who's boss, I made some pancakes for lunch. Eat that!
Monday, March 06, 2006
Sick
Some-how, some-way, some-where I got sick this past weekend.
So here I am at work coughing and feeling like shiz. Worse yet these weenies I call co-workers just can't seem to do anything without my help. I am leaving early. Sorry for you blog-addicts. Hopefully tomorrow I will have more to update.
So here I am at work coughing and feeling like shiz. Worse yet these weenies I call co-workers just can't seem to do anything without my help. I am leaving early. Sorry for you blog-addicts. Hopefully tomorrow I will have more to update.
Friday, March 03, 2006
Journal
My dear roommate Bola got me thinking the other day about Journals. I am a huge fan of journals (duh I have a blog). I have had a journal ever since I was a little girl. The problem with journals though is that they are very susceptible to theivery.
When I was in the 4th grade, I kept this little diary - it had a lock and everything. Of course, the lock didn't do shiz and anyone could get into it. Since my obsession with boys started very young some of my notable journal entries were pertaining to my crush Drew (yes that Drew). I also wrote about a conversation we had that included some curse words. When I got home from school my mom gave me the "we need to talk" look.
Uh oh. I got in trouble.
When I was a grown-up in college I had a boyfriend. I also had another journal. This journal wasn't actually being used, but was in my closet for me to reminisce about the past couple of years. This journal was a lot more intricate and dealt with high school (oh boy). This time it wasn't my mom that read it, it was Boyfriend. When I got back from class, he gave me the "we need to talk" look.
Uh oh. I got in trouble.
Now here's the thing. What is worse - having you read the journal or you getting mad at me for what is IN the journal? I think the latter.
So what - I wrote that I don't like this or that or I did this and that. It's NONE of your business! My journal is there for me to write in - not for you to read. In my opinion...if you are going to snoop and read something you KNOW you should not be reading, then it's your own fault. Don't be crying me a river. I'll just write about it in my journal and get over it.
When I was in the 4th grade, I kept this little diary - it had a lock and everything. Of course, the lock didn't do shiz and anyone could get into it. Since my obsession with boys started very young some of my notable journal entries were pertaining to my crush Drew (yes that Drew). I also wrote about a conversation we had that included some curse words. When I got home from school my mom gave me the "we need to talk" look.
Uh oh. I got in trouble.
When I was a grown-up in college I had a boyfriend. I also had another journal. This journal wasn't actually being used, but was in my closet for me to reminisce about the past couple of years. This journal was a lot more intricate and dealt with high school (oh boy). This time it wasn't my mom that read it, it was Boyfriend. When I got back from class, he gave me the "we need to talk" look.
Uh oh. I got in trouble.
Now here's the thing. What is worse - having you read the journal or you getting mad at me for what is IN the journal? I think the latter.
So what - I wrote that I don't like this or that or I did this and that. It's NONE of your business! My journal is there for me to write in - not for you to read. In my opinion...if you are going to snoop and read something you KNOW you should not be reading, then it's your own fault. Don't be crying me a river. I'll just write about it in my journal and get over it.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Oh Cutie
Last night, I went to the gym (see Project Skinny Bitch) for a kickass workout. After I was completely sweaty and disgusting from my cardio workout, I decided to go the extra mile and work out a little more.
Enter Cutie.
Now Cutie and I have seen each other before on my floor. He definitely looks like he uses the gym and is well a Cutie.
Now if you have ever been to the gym, you know its hard not to check out/notice the other fitness enthusiasts. But flirting at the gym? That's just weird to me. I'm sweaty, I might smell, and I am not in my party best. So what resulted was Cutie and me playing a lot "Not Making Eye Contact". It was a little obvious (well to me) that we both recognized each other and well hello he's a Cutie! Let's just say I tried to be Ms.Play-It-Cool.
We both continued with our little workout routines. At one point I couldn't get my leg press machine's seat in a comfortable position. Instead of looking like a FOOL in front of Cutie, I decided to pretend like it was just fine - HA. Once I finished, I finally gave up on Cutie checkin me out and headed back upstairs to my apartment.
After taking a detour to pick up my mail, I was in my own little world, perusing through my magazine and listening to whatever hot jam was on my Ipod. Guess who decides to leave the gym and come into MY elevator - YUP - Cutie!!! Unfortunately another man named Cock Block also decided to join us in the elevator ruining any chances of Cutie and Kripsie to fall madly in love.
Cutie - I'm going to the gym again today. Meet you there ;) And Cock Block - you can just stay home, thanks!
Enter Cutie.
Now Cutie and I have seen each other before on my floor. He definitely looks like he uses the gym and is well a Cutie.
Now if you have ever been to the gym, you know its hard not to check out/notice the other fitness enthusiasts. But flirting at the gym? That's just weird to me. I'm sweaty, I might smell, and I am not in my party best. So what resulted was Cutie and me playing a lot "Not Making Eye Contact". It was a little obvious (well to me) that we both recognized each other and well hello he's a Cutie! Let's just say I tried to be Ms.Play-It-Cool.
We both continued with our little workout routines. At one point I couldn't get my leg press machine's seat in a comfortable position. Instead of looking like a FOOL in front of Cutie, I decided to pretend like it was just fine - HA. Once I finished, I finally gave up on Cutie checkin me out and headed back upstairs to my apartment.
After taking a detour to pick up my mail, I was in my own little world, perusing through my magazine and listening to whatever hot jam was on my Ipod. Guess who decides to leave the gym and come into MY elevator - YUP - Cutie!!! Unfortunately another man named Cock Block also decided to join us in the elevator ruining any chances of Cutie and Kripsie to fall madly in love.
Cutie - I'm going to the gym again today. Meet you there ;) And Cock Block - you can just stay home, thanks!
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Liar Liar
Sometimes the funniest thing in the world to me is telling a lie. Now I'm not talking about those serious lies that hurt and cause pain - I'm talking about the little white lies that are so much fun!!
For example:
a) During senior year of college we all had Senior Design projects. When people asked me what I made, I told them all I built a Time Machine. "Really?" they would ask. Umm - NO! Of course not! I can hardly change the oil in my car, you really think I could build a Time Machine? And hello - they don't exist. sheesh!
b) Again in college, my friend Wendy was asked to give a speech in front of all the new prospective students that were visiting Stevens. Since she refused to make me a part of her speech ["...I would like to give a shout out to my homie Kripsie.."] I needed to get her back! So when everyone approached her to congratulate her on a wonderful speech, I would reply with "I wrote it for her". That got me a lot of praise and hand shakes. ha ha.
c) When I was 18 my friend Lydia and I went to this West Indian club in Queens. Boys back in the day actually would approach me and buy me drinks (foreign concept now). One time, this boy kept pressuring me for a name. To get him off my back I finally responded with "Princess". "Princess?" he asked me. After a few minutes of discussion, he realized I wasn't budging on the fact that my name was in fact Princess and proceeded to call me that for the rest of the night. That's a classic.
See... lying IS fun and VERY entertaining.
For example:
a) During senior year of college we all had Senior Design projects. When people asked me what I made, I told them all I built a Time Machine. "Really?" they would ask. Umm - NO! Of course not! I can hardly change the oil in my car, you really think I could build a Time Machine? And hello - they don't exist. sheesh!
b) Again in college, my friend Wendy was asked to give a speech in front of all the new prospective students that were visiting Stevens. Since she refused to make me a part of her speech ["...I would like to give a shout out to my homie Kripsie.."] I needed to get her back! So when everyone approached her to congratulate her on a wonderful speech, I would reply with "I wrote it for her". That got me a lot of praise and hand shakes. ha ha.
c) When I was 18 my friend Lydia and I went to this West Indian club in Queens. Boys back in the day actually would approach me and buy me drinks (foreign concept now). One time, this boy kept pressuring me for a name. To get him off my back I finally responded with "Princess". "Princess?" he asked me. After a few minutes of discussion, he realized I wasn't budging on the fact that my name was in fact Princess and proceeded to call me that for the rest of the night. That's a classic.
See... lying IS fun and VERY entertaining.
Fake ID
When I was in college, I looked like I was 16 years old. I also lived in Hoboken, NJ where there are over 100 bars in 1 square mile. This equates to a lot of drinking that I didn't look old enough to do!
Since I wasn't one of those sexy bitches that could shake it and get into any bar, I needed what they call a fake id. I luckily knew this guy from Oregon (remember Tyler - yup - him!). He was in the habit of being good with a computer and offered to make me a fake Oregon ID for the low cost of $20 (which I never paid - ha ha - suckaaa). I got to use this ID all over town and since no one really knew what an Oregon ID looked like....it worked like a charm!
When I was 20, my family decided to take our annual family trip on the road to the West Coast - with a stop in LAS VEGAS. Now I'm not much of a gambler, but I do enjoy my alcohol, so let's just say I became 'concerned' with my age restriction out there. Since Oregon was a little closer to Vegas than Hoboken, I worried that this ID would be flagged and I would get my ass in trouble. So, during lunch one day, I hopped on over to NYC's East Village and got me a Maryland ID. Yup! Now I was 20 in NJ, 21 in Maryland, and 22 in Oregon! I only really used my fake ID once while in Vegas. My cousin and I snuck out of our hotel rooms to hit up the Luxor Casino. While he gambled (he was really 21) I hung out and drank some corona's in the background. Of course, the "pit boss" spotted me in a second and asked me for my id.
Now let me tell you, this must have been the stupidest thing I have ever done in my entire life.
1) I was on vacation with my family 2) I was giving a Las Vegas Pitt Boss my little fake id from the East Village and 3) I WAS ON VACATION WITH MY FAMILY!
Luckily though, my play-it-cool act fooled them all (muaahaha) and I got away with it. Needless to say I gave these fake id's away to some poor girls after I turned 21. Yes girls, you made Santa's Nice list! It's nice now to be 25 and still get carded, BUT able to at least tell the truth. Now when I bat those eyelashes, it's only cause you're cute ;)
Since I wasn't one of those sexy bitches that could shake it and get into any bar, I needed what they call a fake id. I luckily knew this guy from Oregon (remember Tyler - yup - him!). He was in the habit of being good with a computer and offered to make me a fake Oregon ID for the low cost of $20 (which I never paid - ha ha - suckaaa). I got to use this ID all over town and since no one really knew what an Oregon ID looked like....it worked like a charm!
When I was 20, my family decided to take our annual family trip on the road to the West Coast - with a stop in LAS VEGAS. Now I'm not much of a gambler, but I do enjoy my alcohol, so let's just say I became 'concerned' with my age restriction out there. Since Oregon was a little closer to Vegas than Hoboken, I worried that this ID would be flagged and I would get my ass in trouble. So, during lunch one day, I hopped on over to NYC's East Village and got me a Maryland ID. Yup! Now I was 20 in NJ, 21 in Maryland, and 22 in Oregon! I only really used my fake ID once while in Vegas. My cousin and I snuck out of our hotel rooms to hit up the Luxor Casino. While he gambled (he was really 21) I hung out and drank some corona's in the background. Of course, the "pit boss" spotted me in a second and asked me for my id.
batted eye lashes "oh here you go officer " hehehe.
Now let me tell you, this must have been the stupidest thing I have ever done in my entire life.
1) I was on vacation with my family 2) I was giving a Las Vegas Pitt Boss my little fake id from the East Village and 3) I WAS ON VACATION WITH MY FAMILY!
Luckily though, my play-it-cool act fooled them all (muaahaha) and I got away with it. Needless to say I gave these fake id's away to some poor girls after I turned 21. Yes girls, you made Santa's Nice list! It's nice now to be 25 and still get carded, BUT able to at least tell the truth. Now when I bat those eyelashes, it's only cause you're cute ;)
Cold Air
Why am I sitting at work with the air conditioning blowing at me? Why Why?! Does this happen to you at work? I didn't realize March 1st was the beginning of National Air Conditioning Month. Where is the petition to stop this rubbish?
Project Skinny Bitch
For most of my adolescent life I have been a skinny skinny girl. I weighed a mere 98 lbs and couldn't gain anything! Now I'm not saying this to brag or anything like that. I actually never really appreciated being "small boned" and still thought I had some weight to shed. oh sigh.
Once I joined the working world, it seemed that although I gained a pay check, I lost my amazing metabolism. I gained about 15 lbs! I actually had to BUY new clothes. It was a mess. Although I was still fairly 'thin' to the world, it was a whole different story when it was me vs. the mirror.
I have since lost about 10 lbs and am at a pretty steady weight. Of course, the weight still jiggles and wiggles around a little too much. Enter Project Skinny Bitch. I have decided to get my a$$ back to the gym and get ready for summer and more importantly dating season. Wish me luck!
Once I joined the working world, it seemed that although I gained a pay check, I lost my amazing metabolism. I gained about 15 lbs! I actually had to BUY new clothes. It was a mess. Although I was still fairly 'thin' to the world, it was a whole different story when it was me vs. the mirror.
I have since lost about 10 lbs and am at a pretty steady weight. Of course, the weight still jiggles and wiggles around a little too much. Enter Project Skinny Bitch. I have decided to get my a$$ back to the gym and get ready for summer and more importantly dating season. Wish me luck!
Have you seen this skinny bitch anywhere?
circa 2003
circa 2003
