Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Some photos are here; I took 70 photos in all but I will only subject you to some of the nicer ones.
Monday, May 29, 2006
Ross: Guess what happened at work today...
Chandler: A dinosaur died a million years ago?
Ross: Try sixty-five million years ago, and then try sssshhhhhh.... My tenure review board met today and I hear it's looking really good.
Ross: Yeah. Do you have any idea what this means in academic circles, uh? I am gonna get laid.
Now it all make sense! (about why Ross was so stinking happy about getting tenure) because after Eelke being on pins and needles about applying, interviewing, and finally landing his Assistant Professor job in Reno, I now understand that the professor business is a big deal!
p.s. congratulations, Eelkepoo!
Friday, May 26, 2006
Long-distance lovers can still drink together
08 March 2006
Could glowing, Wi-Fi wine glasses let people in long-distance relationships feel more in touch with their other half? Don't scoff: researchers in Boston at MIT's Media Lab - that citadel of outside-the-box thinking - believe so. When you and your partner both raise the high-tech glasses they will glow warmly, no matter how far apart you are. The idea is to give the feeling of a shared drinking experience. (read on) ... The glasses, dubbed lover's cups, will be unveiled at the CHI 2006 conference on computer-human interaction in Montreal in April.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
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Thursday, May 18, 2006
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Wednesday, May 17, 2006
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Saturday, May 13, 2006
She is wearing her feather crown that she made all by herself. The little princess: earlier in the day I didn't know she was wearing it until we were getting out of the car to go to Safeway! heehee
We were pleasantly drunk before 7:00, thanks to our food taking forever hours to be ready. The excuse was there was only one cook (really? for a home playoff game on a Friday day night? There's good planning for you.) I have no idea when the Oilers scored the last two goals, even though I was in front of like 30 TV screens for the entire third period. After the game we danced all over the Captain Morgan playing cards that we had thrown all over the floor. We were the only people dancing haha it was so funny and I would have been absolutely mortified if I hadn't been drinking. We ended up taking home these Smirnoff goalie mask/bottle opener rings that don't fit on our fingers, and some guy from the front table who won like all the prizes in the Oilers trivia challenge gave me a Bud Lite keychain/bottle opener.
With a 6-3 win for the Oilers, Jasper Ave was INSANE with noise as we made our way to the Druid to continue the party. Lorraine found herself a paper goalie helmet, I got silver pompom and we all danced up a storm until Eelke wanted to leave because some dude had a crush on me and was jealous of seeing us together. photos
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
ps - Miranda is going to her grandma's on Friday, if anyone needs a date to watch the game with, you know who to call!
Monday, May 08, 2006
I didn't try out for the frisbee team (I was still in my party dress, trading flip-flops for my party shoes) and elected instead to listen to my ipod and read my book (only got through one chapter; I'll be reading the stupid thing forever!)
Oh and we took a few pictures.
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Friday, May 05, 2006
ps- 101, this is post 101! Why is 101 such a big deal? because of Depeche Mode 101. yay! :)
Thursday, May 04, 2006
I thought I was over my bad hair cut! It has been a month since I was butchered. Anthony doesn't want to take scissors to my hair for another 3 weeks or so, until there is actually hair for him to work with. But he did put in colour and it looks great! I don't look like I just had my hair coloured, which I love! Natural and low-maintenance colour; he knows me so well! It will look even better when he cuts it in a few weeks. Have I mentioned how ecstatic I am to have him back?! I think I must have told him a dozen times (ok, probalby only 3) The new salon is great! A chic and minimalist atmosphere, and since it's called Mango Salon & Spa, they serve mango juice over ice (which I love) in wine glasses. I didn't want to leave!
I now know what a bad haircut is and I told Anthony that even though he cut my hair too short that one time (my second haircut after getting my long locks chopped off) and made me cry, my hair still looked good; even when he cut my hair the morning after being out partying for his birthday, and the next visit he had to ask if he was drunk when he cut it (oh yes, he was still drunk that morning was his reply), my hair still looked good. I know I can trust him, and I love him!
It seems like everyone in the office is sneezing! I'm not actually sneezing but my allergies are INSANE right now! My eyes are itchy, red and puffy, and a week ago they were so red my friends thought I had pink eye. :( I am taking Claratin twice a day, Nasonex, and an over-the counter cold & allergy pill, and putting Naturale Tear drops in my eyes.
Many professionals theorize that pollution is making allergies worse.
"We do know that increase in carbon monoxide levels will increase the amount of pollen that plants will produce. So if you increase the amount of pollen, you're actually going to increase the amount of allergies that people suffer from," Kleinert told CBC Radio News.
read the April 20th, 2006 article here
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
At work I want to suddenly scream at the top of my lungs!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I need to get myself out of this! I need change! I have changed my clothes, trading in cute shirts and high heels for rolled up cargo pants and t-shirts with skulls (only one with a skull, and it's from Buffalo so it's trendy and cool, or so I tell myself) and extremely pushing the limits of the "business casual" dress-code of the office. I have traded my sweet pink nail polish for brown, and now for red. (If that's not ME screaming for something, then I don't know what is!) Aside from occasionally wearing my pink overcoat, I cannot recall the last time I wore anything pink (sorry Jamie! or is that a good thing?) But that's not enough change.
I need a new job! because I can no longer stand my job. I can no longer bear to hear them say how quick and proficient and meticulous I am, and what a wealth of knowledge I possess; I can no longer sit patiently and wait with baited breath that today will be the cold day in hell when they actually promote me. I need to get out, I have known that since before Christmas ... but where do I go? I don't see a job offer falling out of the sky and landing in my lap (unless someone reading this wanrts to throw a job my way), so I need to figure out what it is I really want to be doing, and work towards making it happen!
Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead
Yesterday is a promise that you've broken
Don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes
This is your life and today is all you've got now
Yeah, and today is all you'll ever have
Don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
This is your life, are you who you want to be
This is your life, are you who you want to be
This is your life, is it everything you dreamed it would be
When the world was younger and you had everything to lose
.... And no matter what their jerseys look like, I still think of the old logo when I think of the Oilers. :)
Monday, May 01, 2006
I feel like I have been broken into a hundred pieces, thrown into a bottle, shaken, and poured back on to the floor.
I feel like I have been thrown in a blender, twisted this way and that; coming out of it I can barely stand up, let alone walk away in a straight line.
I feel like I have been torn into strips, shaken about, and woven back together; but the strips are not pulled tight enough, and there are gaps where I can feel the air blowing right through me.
I don't know which way is up or down , but I need to put myself together.