Saturday, June 04, 2005
My Beautiful Niece
Alexis Nicole - four days old. Precious! Perhaps I'm a little biased, but I think that she's absolutely perfect.
The best part about being the only out-of-town relative is that I got to hold her whenever I wanted since I'd "be leaving soon." The worst part - having to leave. The next time I see her (probably in a month since I don't think that I can wait any longer than that), she'll have changed so much!
The first time I held her, my brother handed her to me saying, "Careful now, she's almost as big as you." Always the comedian, I swear.
My family is placing bets on how long it takes until her feet are bigger than mine. I give it seven years. Tops.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Betsy's Birthday
This picture was too cute NOT to post. Happy Birthday, Bets!
(Check it out - you can actually tell that my eyes are green! I think it's the pink halter that does it. Fantastic!)
Leave Without Pay? At This Point...
So I am waiting for someone - anyone - to get here who can approve my leave so that I can buy a flippin' flight to MI to see my flippin' niece. (Northwest, as shitty as they are [no more free pretzels? wtf?], is currently offering round trip flights for just over $100. I need to get on this bandwagon). I love that the few higher-ups in this office who actually have the authority to allow me to skip out of town have so much of their own time saved up that they don't come to work unless it is almost noon o'clock. What. Ever. COME TO WORK! GAH!
Monday, May 30, 2005
Happy Birthday, Alexis!
I'm an aunt! Aunt Heather! Awwww....
My niece, Alexis, was born at Wyandotte General Hospital in Wyandotte, Michigan at 5 a.m., May 30. Will post obligatory baby picture when I return from MI or when my brother sends me a pic with his freaking camera phone (wasn't that the reason you got the freaking thing, Steven?)
My niece, Alexis, was born at Wyandotte General Hospital in Wyandotte, Michigan at 5 a.m., May 30. Will post obligatory baby picture when I return from MI or when my brother sends me a pic with his freaking camera phone (wasn't that the reason you got the freaking thing, Steven?)
Memorial Day Ridiculousness
The gentlemen at Club 1139 had a party - the craziest one yet, really - for Memorial Day. It began as a simple afternoon barbeque and ended with an empty keg and ten trillion Miller Lite cans, a kiddie pool, neighborly spin-the-bottle, a pink stuffed pig and a garden gnome in bed, and Josh dancing on the table. Again.
The jungle juice was in top alcoholic form, I didn't get sunburned, and lots and lots of adorable-type boys showed up. Nice! In other news, Waayers kicked my ass in foosball. She didn't drink at all though. Hmmmmm... I think that a rematch might be in order... CHEATER!
Oh, and also? Can we talk about DDR? (That's Dance Dance Revolution for those of you not in the loop). Remember Nintendo? No, original Nintendo? Right. Think back to the Track and Field game with the PowerPad where you could run hurdles or compete in the triple jump. That's pretty much what happens in DDR, except that you DANCE along with sweet chart-topping hits by Kylie Minogue and Culture Club! I do think that it is designed to make the entire three-story townhouse shake like it's on the edge of a fault line, however.
I spent most of the party worrying about my brother and his soon-to-be-born daughter. Kari's water broke around noon and I was so nervous that I'd miss a call from my mom, that I spent the entire day walking around wearing my cell phone clipped onto my skirt like a white-trash crack whore. Plus, it was on vibrate. Rowr! I mean, don't get me wrong - while I didn't worry about answering my mom's phone calls drunk off my ass (it didn't quite get to that point, though) - I certainly drank my share of jungle juice. I never got around to playing flip cup though. Next time.
Did I mention the adorable boys?
The jungle juice was in top alcoholic form, I didn't get sunburned, and lots and lots of adorable-type boys showed up. Nice! In other news, Waayers kicked my ass in foosball. She didn't drink at all though. Hmmmmm... I think that a rematch might be in order... CHEATER!
Oh, and also? Can we talk about DDR? (That's Dance Dance Revolution for those of you not in the loop). Remember Nintendo? No, original Nintendo? Right. Think back to the Track and Field game with the PowerPad where you could run hurdles or compete in the triple jump. That's pretty much what happens in DDR, except that you DANCE along with sweet chart-topping hits by Kylie Minogue and Culture Club! I do think that it is designed to make the entire three-story townhouse shake like it's on the edge of a fault line, however.
I spent most of the party worrying about my brother and his soon-to-be-born daughter. Kari's water broke around noon and I was so nervous that I'd miss a call from my mom, that I spent the entire day walking around wearing my cell phone clipped onto my skirt like a white-trash crack whore. Plus, it was on vibrate. Rowr! I mean, don't get me wrong - while I didn't worry about answering my mom's phone calls drunk off my ass (it didn't quite get to that point, though) - I certainly drank my share of jungle juice. I never got around to playing flip cup though. Next time.
Did I mention the adorable boys?
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
9:30 Club
Freaking sweet!
Of course, we stayed on the floor rather than punching and kicking our way into the balcony. This was fine. Until people started showing up. We staked out a good location in advance, but as everyone filed in, I could no longer see the stage. And this was before the opening band, Athlete, had ventured onto the stage.
For those not in the know, I am not what you would describe as "tall" or "lanky." My driver's license says, "Height: 5-0" (in relation to my MI license which said, "Height: 50," but whatever). So, more like "vertically challenged."
I know that I can't really complain, because if I had wanted to be able to see everything, I would have gotten there early and stood in front of the stage without moving. But really, Mr. 6'5" guy who stepped on my foot, are you that dense that when you sauntered by, stepped on my foot, turned around to apologize and saw that I was lacking in tallness, you thought that it was prefectly acceptable to stop and stand directly in front of me? GAH! Have some manners! I almost feel bad for punching you in the kidneys. Well, almost punching you.
Anyway, this was my view for most of the night:
All three of those girls in front of me wore glasses. Weird. But yeah, besides the whole "not seeing much" extravaganza, it was an amazing concert. Thanks for the invite, boys!
Of course, we stayed on the floor rather than punching and kicking our way into the balcony. This was fine. Until people started showing up. We staked out a good location in advance, but as everyone filed in, I could no longer see the stage. And this was before the opening band, Athlete, had ventured onto the stage.
For those not in the know, I am not what you would describe as "tall" or "lanky." My driver's license says, "Height: 5-0" (in relation to my MI license which said, "Height: 50," but whatever). So, more like "vertically challenged."
I know that I can't really complain, because if I had wanted to be able to see everything, I would have gotten there early and stood in front of the stage without moving. But really, Mr. 6'5" guy who stepped on my foot, are you that dense that when you sauntered by, stepped on my foot, turned around to apologize and saw that I was lacking in tallness, you thought that it was prefectly acceptable to stop and stand directly in front of me? GAH! Have some manners! I almost feel bad for punching you in the kidneys. Well, almost punching you.
Anyway, this was my view for most of the night:
All three of those girls in front of me wore glasses. Weird. But yeah, besides the whole "not seeing much" extravaganza, it was an amazing concert. Thanks for the invite, boys!
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Snow Patrol
Right. Snow Patrol tonight, beetches!
I love the 9:30 Club. It reminds me of Clutch Cargo in good old Detroit (I'd say Pontiac, but how many people know where that is? And if they do know where that is, would they go there on their own volition? Is it really worse than Detroit? Is that even possible? Questions for the ages...) where I saw The Get Up Kids for the first time. Ah... the memories...
I love the 9:30 Club. It reminds me of Clutch Cargo in good old Detroit (I'd say Pontiac, but how many people know where that is? And if they do know where that is, would they go there on their own volition? Is it really worse than Detroit? Is that even possible? Questions for the ages...) where I saw The Get Up Kids for the first time. Ah... the memories...
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Star Wars, Yay!
Revenge of the Sith. Was. Awesome.
I mean, really awesome. As soon as it ended, I wanted to get home and pop in Episode IV. So very awesome. I'm not a Star Wars freak by any means - I can't recite lines (well, certainly not all of them), I don't know all of the backstory, and I think that the South Park episode that found the boys trying to get George Lucas to stop fucking with his movies was hilarious. But I am a movie lover in general, and after growing up with the first trilogy, I definitely think that this was a fitting end to the Star Wars experience.
I am an emotional girl though - I cried at several points during the film (even at the beginning, when the text began to scroll and the theme music thundered into the theater. That should tell you how emotionally stable I was through Titanic, for example). I did not cry, however, during the "romantic" scenes. Those were laughable. That's my opinion though - see it for yourself!
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In other news, my computer had a little hissy fit when the storm hit last weekend and annihilated the ethernet card. But, thanks to my Patent Office boys, I got a new one, replaced it myself, and everything is fab. Yay!
I mean, really awesome. As soon as it ended, I wanted to get home and pop in Episode IV. So very awesome. I'm not a Star Wars freak by any means - I can't recite lines (well, certainly not all of them), I don't know all of the backstory, and I think that the South Park episode that found the boys trying to get George Lucas to stop fucking with his movies was hilarious. But I am a movie lover in general, and after growing up with the first trilogy, I definitely think that this was a fitting end to the Star Wars experience.
I am an emotional girl though - I cried at several points during the film (even at the beginning, when the text began to scroll and the theme music thundered into the theater. That should tell you how emotionally stable I was through Titanic, for example). I did not cry, however, during the "romantic" scenes. Those were laughable. That's my opinion though - see it for yourself!
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In other news, my computer had a little hissy fit when the storm hit last weekend and annihilated the ethernet card. But, thanks to my Patent Office boys, I got a new one, replaced it myself, and everything is fab. Yay!
Friday, May 20, 2005
Cats and Dogs...
... falling from the sky, that is. Crazy rain!
I got out of bed at 7:45 this morning. To be to work by 8:30. Uh huh. Right. Surprisingly, I was only ten minutes late, and that includes the five minutes or so that I stood at the door staring into the driving rain while trying to force myself to go outside. It's a good thing that I don't live on the freaking orange line anymore, because I'd probably still be on it. With a land monster sitting on me again. The proximity of my house to my work is fantastic.
My jeans (yay, casual Fridays!) are soaked through all the way up to my knees. As long as I don't move too much, it's not so bad. Of course, the building's air conditioning is on (and has been since March, for that matter. Apparently, when DC hits 50 degrees, it's such a milestone that we need central air immediately), so my teeth are chattering. I still have this space heater...
So I stumble into work, and discover that the network is down. They don't know when it will be fixed. Marvelous! So staying in bed actually was an option. Internet and email work, so they won't send us home. Dammit. Awesome Roommate was supposed to be at work from 6:30 a.m. to 6:30 p.m. today, but she hadn't left by the time I got out of the shower. I'm hoping that the rain had something to do with it - she was supposed to be there early to catch the wolves to be vaccinated or something. Maybe the wolves get irate when it's raining. Much like Virginia drivers!
But last night was fun - HH at The Pour House. I think that every night should be $1 Bud bottles. And I think that every night should be hot Irish bartender night - "he touched my leg!" I swear, between The Pour House and Ella's, I may never be sober on a Tuesday or Thursday night again.
I got out of bed at 7:45 this morning. To be to work by 8:30. Uh huh. Right. Surprisingly, I was only ten minutes late, and that includes the five minutes or so that I stood at the door staring into the driving rain while trying to force myself to go outside. It's a good thing that I don't live on the freaking orange line anymore, because I'd probably still be on it. With a land monster sitting on me again. The proximity of my house to my work is fantastic.
My jeans (yay, casual Fridays!) are soaked through all the way up to my knees. As long as I don't move too much, it's not so bad. Of course, the building's air conditioning is on (and has been since March, for that matter. Apparently, when DC hits 50 degrees, it's such a milestone that we need central air immediately), so my teeth are chattering. I still have this space heater...
So I stumble into work, and discover that the network is down. They don't know when it will be fixed. Marvelous! So staying in bed actually was an option. Internet and email work, so they won't send us home. Dammit. Awesome Roommate was supposed to be at work from 6:30 a.m. to 6:30 p.m. today, but she hadn't left by the time I got out of the shower. I'm hoping that the rain had something to do with it - she was supposed to be there early to catch the wolves to be vaccinated or something. Maybe the wolves get irate when it's raining. Much like Virginia drivers!
But last night was fun - HH at The Pour House. I think that every night should be $1 Bud bottles. And I think that every night should be hot Irish bartender night - "he touched my leg!" I swear, between The Pour House and Ella's, I may never be sober on a Tuesday or Thursday night again.
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