My co-worker - we’ll just call her “mommy” - showed me this ultrasound of her baby girl, taken this morning. I swear this photo has NOT been in any way “enhanced” or edited….. Do you see what I see??
Archive for July, 2004
Help! How do I fix this?!
UPDATE: I am told it is hard to see all the parts that is broken on the clicker, so I updated the photo and circled the parts to look carefully at. It’s not just broken in the middle. That entire part of the clicker is broken. It is as if I have nothing to duct tape & nothing to attach the clicker to my keychain with.
Get it?
… can you believe they were out of the blanks for that kind of key!?!?
The guy behind the counter at the hardware store apologized and said someone had come in earlier in the day and used up every single blank of that type.
Who makes THAT many spares at one shot?!
Grrrr!
It was the Crystal Lite Slurpee (I still haven’t found where they sell the Diet Pepsi Slurpee) but it wasn’t frozen enough, so it leaked everywhere in my car.
Aside from that, I drank the entire thing and considering how many trips I made to the restroom… no wonder they call it a SlurPEE.
Gor-geous!
I’ll be in front of a computer all day, but not blogging.
Pity.
Crystal Lite Slurpee, here I come!!! (Does anyone know a 7-Eleven where I can get a Diet Pepsi Slurpee?)
GAH!
I do NOT appreciate “pop” visits from my Dad. To be fair, he wasn’t TRYING to “pop visit” (he has done that in the past and I HATE it). My Dad and my Bro had been trying to call me for several hours this morning (my phone was on silent because it is a rare day that I allowed myself to sleep in).
It seems that Dad, who lives an hour away, pulled a bonehead maneuver (don’t say Joz-like! Grrr!)… he started up the RAV4 (my car) and somehow proceeded to lock himself out of the car with the engine running. He had an appointment in LA (not too far from where I live), so he left the car running, went over and took my brother’s car and left for L.A. to his appointment… leaving my brother carless & desperately calling me to tell me what was happening and that Dad was planning on stopping by to get the only spare key from me.
When I finally got in touch with Dad on the phone, he said he’d been waiting for my call because he needed directions to my house from where he was. I gave him SIMPLE directions, giving him exact street names and LARGE LANDMARKS (landmarks he claimed he would recognize) as points of reference.
And somehow he still got lost, ending up in West Hollywood (not near where I live). At this point, I was already late for an appointment I had at noon and I was PISSED off because I told him if he had any trouble finding me, he should’ve called me. And then I tried to give him directions back to my place and he was not being clear as to where he ACTUALLY was. There are some parts of L.A. where the streets change names, end & start somewhere else, veer in strange directions, etc. When he called to say he couldn’t find my street, he said “I”m on Melrose at Santa Monica Blvd.” As I was trying to figure out where that was and how he could’ve possibly gotten SO off-course, he said, “I’m turning around on Melrose. I’m near Robertson, near the Blue Whale (Pacific Design Center).” Now that I knew where he was, I started giving him directions from Melrose.
When I was done, I asked him to repeat the directions to me & he asked me, “Well, how do I get there, if I’m on La Cienega?” Wait a minute!!! I thought you said you were on Melrose!!!
Instead of stopping while getting the directions, he kept driving around in circles & making himself MORE LOST, even though I told him West Hollywood was nowhere near where I live!
Anyway, now, I had to give him an entirely new set of driving directions and I was PISSED OFF because I had an appointment at noon that I was clearly going to be late for, if not totally miss, because of all this insanity. So as I’m giving him new directions (he is STILL driving around in circles, mind you!) I am yelling at him to “STOP!!! LISTEN!!! THIS IS WHERE YOU GO!!!” Meanwhile, all the boxes (still needing to be unpacked since our move in April) in the office (where I was standing) were getting dented because I. Wanted. To. Kick. Holes. In. The. Walls. But. I. Kicked. Some. Boxes. Instead.
Finally, my dad told me exactly which street he was going to drive back toward my side of town on. It was at this point that Yoshi couldn’t take any of this anymore and decided to make a run for it and left the house with the wise parting words, “DON’T KILL HIM WHEN HE GETS HERE.”
When my Dad got here (no, I didn’t kill him), he asked to look around the house, commenting, “You have so much stuff.” Translation: “This place is so messy.” Luckily, Yoshi’s words were still in the back of my head and I resisted the urge to maim him in our living room. (Besides, we have enough to clean up in our living room, as it is.) He left in a rush, because he said that he had an appointment in the San Gabriel Valley area at 1:00pm, and then an appointment after that even further east before he was going to go home.
Nice.
So after all that, he was planning on leaving my car idling in the driveway for who-knows-how-many-more-hours (my brother had already been sitting on the front lawn for at least three hours, paranoid that someone was going to walk by, break the window & take off with the car) until he got home with the spare key?!
Nuh-uh. I ended up having to cancel my 12:00 appointment and called my brother letting him know I was going to send AAA to the house to unlock the car (since it was my car) so it wouldn’t be idling in the driveway until my dad got home.
The kicker to this entire story is that when the AAA locksmith got to the house & my brother gave him my name, the locksmith said, “HEY! I know her! Actually, I remember that name and having to unlock the car for her before!” and went on to describe me and the car I had been driving at the time in detail. Eeek.
I swear I can’t remember the last time I had to call AAA for locking myself out of my car, but I DO KNOW that I did not do it in the driveway of my house with the engine running. I also know that I just called Triple A to come get me back into the car and didn’t steal borrow someone else’s car, leaving my locked car idling for more than 3 hours while going on a wild goose chase to find the only set of spare keys.
Things to do ASAP:
1) Make more spare keys to the RAV4. And for all the other vehicles which my Dad may possibly get behind the wheel of.
2) Buy Dad a Thomas Guide. Or a GPS device. Or hire my dad his own sherpa to guide him through his treacherous expeditions in L.A..
3) Check myself into the looney bin. I love my Dad, but sometimes he drives me nucking futs.
DID YOU KNOW?
Ceiling fans have a switch that can change the direction of air flow. During warm months, fan blades needs to turn counterclockwise. To circulate warm air during cooler months, flip the switch located just below the fan blades to turn them clockwise. This will direct cooler air upwards and warmer air downwards.
DID YOU KNOW?
Ceiling fans have a switch that can change the direction of air flow. During warm months, fan blades needs to turn counterclockwise. To circulate warm air during cooler months, flip the switch located just below the fan blades to turn them clockwise. This will direct cooler air upwards and warmer air downwards.
Send John Murphy $40 with a handful of socks (preferably clean) and a little creative direction like “must have multiple arms and four eyes,” and he’ll darn your very own Stupid Creature. A typical pair of socks yields one Stupid Creature, which is able to stand on its own two stocking feet at 12 inches tall. For a taller or more stupid monster, sock it to him and send two pairs. Hint: The thinner and more elastic the sock, the larger the sock creature will be.
Enjoy!
This was the check I wrote to the City of Fucking L.A.
last year because I was mad about a parking ticket I received.
Ok, here’s the story of my newest parking ticket. If this isn’t total bullshit, I don’t know what is…
Yesterday, my brother paged me and said that a piece of mail had come from the L.A. Parking Violations Bureau for me, saying that I had an outstanding parking violation fine that I needed to take care of and that it was already delinquent at this point, so the fine was now $65.
WHAT?!?!
Now, you know very well if I had received a parking ticket, the first thing I would’ve done was blog about it. Well, I hadn’t received any parking tickets in over a year (since my Infamous Check) because I have been going out of my way to avoid them.
Anyway, my brother read off some of the details on the letter, couldn’t tell what the violation is actually FOR, but saw that the citation was made on Friday, 6/4/2004 (I have to figure out what time) supposedly at the 2700 block of 8th St in Los Angeles.
On that day, my car was either parked on the street in front of my home (NOT ANYWHERE NEAR that location) or parked in my parking spot at work (also NOT anywhere near that location). My car was nowhere NEAR East Los Angeles that day & in fact, I went out of town that weekend (with the car parked in front of my home) WITH THE ONLY SET OF CAR KEYS TO THAT CAR IN MY PURSE!
Obviously, I never received a ticket on my windshield. My car was also NOWHERE IN THE VICINITY of where the citation was issued! So more than a month later, I get some ticket in the mail saying that not only did I violate some ridiculous parking law in some part of town my car has never ventured, but that the penalty has been increased since I was delinquent in paying a TOTALLY BULLSHIT ticket I knew nothing about?!
FUCK. THAT. SHIT.
I want to contest this, but I have no idea how I can prove my car was where I it actually was and not where they claim it was.
I’ve consulted several people who basically say that I’m out of luck & that I’d better just pay up now before the fine increases again.
But really. This is beyond fucked up. I will have to rant & rave about all the cool stuff I can buy for $65 and the memo on my next check to The City of Fucking L.A. will be even harsher than the “This ticket was bullshit.”
This was the check I wrote to the City of Fucking L.A. last year because I was mad about a parking ticket I received.
Ok, here’s the story of my newest parking ticket. If this isn’t total bullshit, I don’t know what is…
Yesterday, my brother paged me and said that a piece of mail had come from the L.A. Parking Violations Bureau for me, saying that I had an outstanding parking violation fine that I needed to take care of and that it was already delinquent at this point, so the fine was now $65.
WHAT?!?!
Now, you know very well if I had received a parking ticket, the first thing I would’ve done was blog about it. Well, I hadn’t received any parking tickets in over a year (since my Infamous Check) because I have been going out of my way to avoid them.
Anyway, my brother read off some of the details on the letter, couldn’t tell what the violation is actually FOR, but saw that the citation was made on Friday, 6/4/2004 (I have to figure out what time) supposedly at the 2700 block of 8th St in Los Angeles.
On that day, my car was either parked on the street in front of my home (NOT ANYWHERE NEAR that location) or parked in my parking spot at work (also NOT anywhere near that location). My car was nowhere NEAR East Los Angeles that day & in fact, I went out of town that weekend (with the car parked in front of my home) WITH THE ONLY SET OF CAR KEYS TO THAT CAR IN MY PURSE!
Obviously, I never received a ticket on my windshield. My car was also NOWHERE IN THE VICINITY of where the citation was issued! So more than a month later, I get some ticket in the mail saying that not only did I violate some ridiculous parking law in some part of town my car has never ventured, but that the penalty has been increased since I was delinquent in paying a TOTALLY BULLSHIT ticket I knew nothing about?!
FUCK. THAT. SHIT.
I want to contest this, but I have no idea how I can prove my car was where I it actually was and not where they claim it was.
I’ve consulted several people who basically say that I’m out of luck & that I’d better just pay up now before the fine increases again.
But really. This is beyond fucked up. I will have to rant & rave about all the cool stuff I can buy for $65 and the memo on my next check to The City of Fucking L.A. will be even harsher than the “This ticket was bullshit.”
… is that it is time for me to write another check.
This was the check I wrote to the City of Fucking L.A. because I was mad about a parking ticket I received.
But this NEW one is TOTALLY bullshit, I don’t even know where to start.
And what the heck is this hold music?
Grrrr!
Thanks for trying anyway, Mr Don!
UPDATE: It works now! Thanks to Mr Don, Mikey2, and Michael!
This spamming situation is out of control.
When I was strolling down Madison Ave. last weekend, I came across this window and immediately thought of you…..
and for my sweet West Coast version of SJP
Yoshi - it’s good that she looks and not buys….
STOP BREAKING MY BLOG!
Grrrrrrrrrrr!
Heard minutes ago:
Yoshi: Um, do we have another bag for the vacuum cleaner?
Joz: Yeah… didn’t we just change the bag? Is it full already?
Yoshi: Well, the vacuum just ate a pair of nylons, so yeah…
Heard minutes ago:
Yoshi: Um, do we have another bag for the vacuum cleaner?
Joz: Yeah… didn’t we just change the bag? Is it full already?
Yoshi: Well, the vacuum just ate a pair of nylons, so yeah…
I have a ball of rubber bands that I’d like to keep, but they are dirty.
Can I wash them by taking them apart and then putting them (in some sort of stocking/lingerie bag) into the laundry?
Then can I put the rubber bands back together (as a ball again) once they’re clean?
Or do you have a better suggestion?
[I don’t want to buy new rubber bands, these have sentimental value. And no, I don’t need any more rubber bands… I just want to keep the ones I have.]
After weeks of not seeing my darling ProfessorEric, it occurred to me that he is probably bored of me and has found a new love.
It is probably a sexy doctor.
After all, look at all the responses to his post “Seeking Sexy Single Doctors” after he broke his finger & didn’t have health insurance to see a doctor.
Incidentally, did we ever post HOW ProfessorEric broke his finger?
He was trying to hit his sister, the loverly MissBrookline and MissBrookline broke the Professor’s finger trying to defend herself.
How’s that for instant karma?
After weeks of not seeing my darling ProfessorEric, it occurred to me that he is probably bored of me and has found a new love.
It is probably a sexy doctor.
After all, look at all the responses to his post “Seeking Sexy Single Doctors” after he broke his finger & didn’t have health insurance to see a doctor.
Incidentally, did we ever post HOW ProfessorEric broke his finger?
He was trying to hit his sister, the loverly MissBrookline and MissBrookline broke the Professor’s finger trying to defend herself.
How’s that for instant karma?
I have a ball of rubber bands that I’d like to keep, but they are dirty.
Can I wash them by taking them apart and then putting them (in some sort of stocking/lingerie bag) into the laundry?
Then can I put the rubber bands back together (as a ball again) once they’re clean?
Or do you have a better suggestion?
[I don’t want to buy new rubber bands, these have sentimental value. And no, I don’t need any more rubber bands… I just want to keep the ones I have.]
The words:
Dog
Cat
sentencially = new word by eric
9/10-i miss eric! -joz
cleaned by yoshi - 1/4/04
This girl = the squirrel
This guy = the sky
Intern: [the name of my old intern]
“arfage!”
Not Doing Too Poorly!
The drawings:
A dog (saying “arfage!”)
A banana (with a “sticker” initialed by ProfessorEric)
Red squigglies
Brown squigglies
A weekly schedule (of when different people are expected in the office)
I also removed a post-it from ProfessorEric which reads:
In Case it is important to you… I got more manila folders yesterday cause we were out. -Luv the Squid (accompanied by a little drawing of the squid.)
So there it is, a clean slate whiteboard to begin anew!
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