Scrumptiolicious

I must begin by recounting a horrible dream that I had about a week and a half ago. You know the kind that you wake up all panicked unclear about whether you were just dreaming or if something horrible had happened and you were just remembering it? It was of that caliber. I had one of those back in the day when i was a donut girl at a local coffee shop. JW was in town and for some reason I had a dream that there was a wicked bad car crash at the intersection that was visible from the shop. Even worse, JW was part of the crash. The next AM I went to work my shift and not an hour later there was a crash in the same location as my dream. Luckily, JW was not involved as he had been in the dream. Ever since then, i've kinda paid closer attention to my dreams when people I know are involved in them. Well a few weeks ago, I had this dream that AW's pal Kevin was in a motorcycle crash. I had a hard time putting the details together but when I woke up I told AW to inform Kevin that he was banned from riding his bike for a few weeks. Last night I went out with AW, Kevin, his lady friend Chris (first meeting, good peeps) and Kyle. I was to meet up at AW's house with kevin and alex and then we were gonna take a peek at the new house that Kevin and Chris just bought. Imagine my shock and horror as I pull into the driveway and see kevin's bike! WHA! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Bad, very bad. Even in my dream the bike was definitely his, same color, same helment. I get in the house and I scolded Kevin for tempting fate. Apparently, AW had forgotten to relay the message until he saw kevin on his bike. I tried to piece together more of my dream for him. I vaguely recall being in my house when it happened but I couldn't remember what went wrong. I made sure to follow Kevin when we left and as I saw him brake to slow down on a curve it hit me. HIS BRAKES CUT OUT IN MY DREAM. So I called my big bro and told him to tell Kevin to get those brakes checked out. Hopefully, he listened....otherwise Kevin GET YOUR BRAKES CHECKED OUT

I'd say I'm fairly easy going person. Actually, its kina weird. I'm easygoing when it comes to what other people think are big deals. Oh, you hit me, blech that's cool....oh you say that you ran over my uber expensive items, whatev. You get the point. however, the weirdness ensues because its the little stupid things that get me revved up. When i was in school, i'd get pissed when people borrowed my pencils and didn't return them. Not a huge deal, but i'd get bent all out of shape. The wash can mock and mock and mock me without mercy and I chalk it up to him and his ideas of brotherly love, but he mock shoves me on the stairs and I flip out. Very strange, and I think it may all come down to my huge distaste for rudeness. I HATE rudeness in all levels and I think that's way it gets my goat. this is why i think i may be developing a huge case of road rage. During my commute, I don't mind delays (don't get me wrong I don't like them but they don't really piss me off) but what makes me Hulk like angry is when i get cut off or when some ass doesn't understand stop sign etiquette....like the frakking landscaper today. Its not bad enough that i was approaching the dreaded crossing guard zone but the dumbass landscapers didn't even look towards me before cutting me off, he kept looking (longingly if you ask me) towards the initial crossing guard and went, without noting if it was 1)his turn 2)safe or 3) that wasn't revving up the engine to ram him with my sturdy automobile. Driving in MA you'd think i'd be accustomed to masshole drivers but you'd be wrong. Just a little courtesy. Actually I'll end with a final thought presented by my favorite Rabbi. His sermon was about rudeness and this driver who had some disease meaning that he had a specially rigged vehicle for him to drive with his one functioning arm. Apparently he was also prone to spasms that would force him to drive extremely slowly so as to not cause an accident. Well when this man would drive slowly, people would honk their horns at him and extend certain fingers in his direction and shout things at him as they passed him in the left lane. The sheer amount of anger caught him off guard. One day, he felt a spasm coming on and proceeded to get in the right lane and this time he put on his hazard lights. Hazard lights. No one got angry, no one swore, no one sped by in a huff of frustration. Instead, these little blinking lights signaled to everyone that he was having a problem. he was okay but he was in distress and needed to drive a certain way. By making people aware that he had to drive a certain way, he eliminated the rage of others. Why? Because no one thought he was being "that guy". People are much more forgiving if they dont' feel that they are being disrespected.

Of course this doesn't mean that the landscaping dude deserves any respect. In fact, I think everyone should look at for him and show him the true meaning of masshole drivers.

:)

Happy New Year

To my fellow "tribal" members, a happy new year to you and to all of the goy out there, happy free days off from school. I dig the whole concept of the Jewish New Year. It's actually pretty cool if you think about it. I mean you open a book and forgive those that have wronged you and everyone that you've wronged has to forgive you and ten days later you close the book and poof you are cleansed for the year and get to start all over again. Some may quickly ruin their clean slate while others try to hold out a little longer but its a cool concept. This year was a bit sad, its the last year that I'll get to see the only Rabbi I've ever known. I tried going to services once while I was at school and it just wasn't the same. Reform folk in DC are wacky and there was guitar playing and folk song singing and I felt like perhaps I was in the wrong place or that someone confused the "High Holidays" with a Huge Ho Down.

the other cool thing about the holidays is that we get together with Mo and his fambino. This year was especially fun because Jen's parents and her brother came too. All kinds of education going on about the food for us and what they do on Christmas. Very educational but not in a cheesey or forced way just folks sharing their traditions. Plus, it was fun to watch Ryan try to avoid some of the more potent holiday food items (yeah I'm talking to you Herring, Chopped Liver, Gefiltile Fish and hot pink horseradish). Jewish holiday feasts are not for the faint of stomach. Kellay, you missed another chance to have some soup nuts. My dad thought we should send you some and I told them how you'll probably show up at Seder regardless if I'm around.

Anywho, the only downer to the whole holiday were some of the other attendees at dinner. Last year there was an extremely awkward incident whereby one of these people loudly berated her elderly mother in front of everyone. not only was this embarrassing for her mom but also for all of the other guests in their house. i'm not saying you have to get along with your mom all the time, but there are some conversations that are better had in the privacy of your own home. No one else wants to hear it and it just makes everything after wicked awkward. This elderly mom didn't not attend this year but instead there was knitting before dinner. Kinda rude if you ask me, particularly when the knitter repeatedly asks (rhetorically i presume) "should I stop knitting and being rude"? Course my instinct was to retort "why should this night be different". [for those of you tribal members think of phrasing this retort as one of the four questions at Seder]. Sadly, my good upbringing and lack of desire to create more awkwardness prevented me from forming these words. instead I thought them really hard and hoped that other people would pick up on it. Think my dad did, cause he shares my feelings about this particular woman and he also knew better than to make verbal comments. Ah well, didn't ruin the night. Plus my desserts came out pretty good even though they were new recipes and no one seemed to mind being my guinea pig. Sweet!

Until next time...

Its the most wonderful time of the year

Now that JW has posted two more times since writing about fall, i feel that I have waited long enough to write about my favorite season and not be accused of "biting" anyone's style. I always loved fall. I'm not a big fan of the showy clothes of summer cause I'm just not into showing the skin (for which I'm sure many are grateful), so when the wind picks up and the morning chill starts, I get happy. Cause i LOVE fall. Think about it. You got nice weather, people who like shorts can still get away with it, but people who like pants can wear those too and be comfy. You got foliage! I'm guessing not everyone knows what that's like, because apparently fall is the largest tourist season of the entire year up here in New England. I don't get travelling when you got it in your own yard, so I'm left with nothing but to believe that not everyone gets to see the wonder of seasonal change that I've grown accustomed to.

There's something pretty and calming about the green leaves turning into reds, oranges and yellows. maybe part of the reason i love it is because those are some of my favorite colors. you know foliage is getting close when you can see your own breath when you leave for work in the morning. So refreshing!

Other great things about fall:

1) the local hooligans on my street are back in school and only terrorizing the neighborhood after school and homework is done
2)people are back from vacations and will contact me about jobs
3)did I mention leaves?
4) Ummmm, are you ready for some football????
5)got some familial birthdays to celebrate as well as a new family anniversary
6)time to break out my favorite pieces of wardrobe: the turtlenecks and sweaters!
7)no more slutty clothes on hoochie girls

PS: bringing animals in stores is not cool. I've been flabbergasted several times over the last few months. I was in line at a grocery store and had to do a double take because there was a lady behind me, with a parakeet on her shoulder. That just doesn't seem sanitary to me. Then i was in Sephora and again tweeked my neck because there were these two bulbous eyes of a Chiuahaha sticking out of a carrying bag on a women's shoulder in front of me. And just a couple of weeks ago, I saw a couple taking their small dog on a walk through the mall. Not only did they have a pet in the mall but it was roaming around and not contained. Same thing happened in another store. Don't get me wrong, I love animals, esp dogs, but give me a break. There's an appropriate place to have them, and unless they're working dogs...stores ain't the place. If you can't be that far away from your pet then stay home cause there are too many people with allergies and waaaaay too much potential for disaster when you bring animals where they don't belong.

Speaking of animals, Samson was given high praise the last time we went in. He was extremely calm...they thought I had brought a new dog. Unfortunately, this mentality backfired against him. He was so calm that his blood pressure fell, meaning they had to stick him four times before they could draw enough blood to run tests. Pobre muchacho

Off to win some gold...

Do you get a degree for that?

Been awhile since I posted. Shockingly, I was actually given tasks at work for the last few days that prevented me from having the time to blog. Add that to the fact, that the trusty home laptop seems to be on the downside and that leaves little time to blog on about my thoughts. Right now I have to do this quickly because I managed to get roped into helping out with the sculpture event going on at the College today. Two of the three people in the office realize that I am intelligent and suggested that I be included despite my temp status. Pretty sweet, even somewhat intrigued by the meaning of the sculpture because it looks like an oil rig and I don't get how that conveys the "message across the ocean" theme that they got going.

Talked to GW about a job. I know they like me but I have a feeling that they won't be willing to meet my salary requirements because given the job, methinks it might be asking too much. But any less and I wouldn't really be able to live in DC, I'd be inhabiting a fancy box on the street. No good for me. Did find a potential opportunity with Lockheed Martin involving my degree, and as long as the "some travel" they mention does not include the Mideast, I'm game for it. We shall see.

Spent the weekend trying to finalize my look for the wedding. Got some ideas, we'll see how it works out. heard from my good buddy Chad who fell off the planet for about a year while he got settled in Trinidad. Got a nice invite to see the island and a reprimand for not making it to Jamaica. But I look at this way. Tons of people get to say that they went to Jamaica, but how many people do you know that have gone to Trinidad??? Exactly.

I was gonna write about the Fall, but I can't stand to be accused of biting JW's style again, so I'll have to wait until the leaves actually change colors before I write about my favorite season. The Pats won again. I feel like every year they have this brain fart for one quarter where they forget to play. And this quarter seems to shift around. Well unfortunately, it seems that the 4th quarter may be that special time this season which is going to cause heart palpitations across new england as we wait to see if they can hold on. Luckily, my boy Tedy made yet another comeback and made his presence known to Mr. pennington. on the sidenote of football, how crazy is it that a college backup kicker stabbed the started in the leg so he could get some playing time? I mean really, did he think the starter wouldn't recognize the face of his teammate as he shivved him? Yowza!

My commute everyday shouldn't be awful. I'm only crossing two towns. For the most part, it's an enjoyable ride. surely there are days that are worse than others. My main issue is the elementary school i have to drive by that for some reason requires not one, but two crossing guards who seem to think that they are traffic cops. Now the dude isn't so bad, he's pretty fair about judging the distance of walking folk so as to not hold up the traffic pattern too long. Fine, i can be cool with that. But then, within 50 feet is THE woman who drives me bonkers on a regular basis. If people are within her eye sight, she holds up traffice until they reach the sidewalk to cross. Evern worse, she has some bizarro method of directing traffic that results in her letting the side street traffic move quicker than the main road. you gotta be fair and there should be some kind of training for this kind of work. Clearly, common sense does not prevail, because on top of all of her issues, she also has this inane belief that the world is revolving around her and people don't have to go to work. I was held up for 5 minutes one day because she stopped traffic so she could chat with one of the cars on the road! Say wha!? Sometimes I wonder if maybe heckling her or throwing something at her from my car would help the situation. I can't toot my horn because I don't want to frighten the children, but this stupidity must end! My parents say throwing things isn't the way to solve the issue but they haven't been subjected to her traffic cop skills so what do they know?

There's no "I" in T$AM

I may have mentioned once or twice that I enjoy football. I like watching it, I like managing it (hello! back to back fantasy football championships), and I like playing it (2005 Flag Football Co-Rec Champions at GW). But here's what I don't like...these money grubbing players. I mean lets show a lil something something I like to call team loyalty. Course these days i feel like that term is at the very least old school and at the very most a myth.

Example 1) Johnny Damon aka the caveman idiot. now i'm not saying that the sox didn't mishandle him cause i don't know. I don't really care either, what i do know is that if you have any sense of loyalty to the fans that believed in you when everyone else said not to then the least you can do is choose to go to any team other than the Yankees. come on caveman! That's like a slap in the face (see Adam Vinateri) to go to the arch rival in the same conference. just a cruel thing to do to fans

Example 2) Mr. Clutch kicker, not sure what your beef was. Kickers don't get respect and don't get the big money. In the scheme of things, kickers can only get you 3 points a shot and while Mr. V was certainly clutch and invaluable in the minds of fans, you gotta be realistic when there's a salary cap involved. Kickers are not where teams want to spend the money. Especially in the rare market where a kicker can actually get himself some pretty nifty endorsement deals and the undying affection of the public. How many kickers do you know that can go on Leno in leather pants and not be made fun of? I don't care how many clutch kicks you make, that's a rarity. But instead of setting a realistic money goal (and claiming to be insulted by Patriot offers) he calls the Colts and asks them to make him an offer and poof! our boy is now our arch enemy with the evil peyton. Dude seems to forget that no one would've given him anything if hadn't been given his chance with New England, cause lets face it....if you can kick in the Razor you can pretty much kick anywhere. No way he gets that big of a contract if he spent the last 5 years in say...Arizona

Example 3) My name is Deion Branch and I am a big crybaby. I was a rookie and I think I should've gotten more money even though I had yet to prove myself. New England was kind enough to not only give me a shot, but pair me with a prolific QB who was able to make me look better than I may actually be. I also have yet to prove I can stay healthy for a whole season or that I can be a high quality #1 without a sturdy #2 (ahem David Givens ahem) by my side. In fact, maybe I became such a cry baby this summer because I had a feeling I wouldn't perform as well without other serious threats to draw the double teams away from me. I say good riddance to the latest Seahawk, because you certainly alienated this fan with your childish offseason behavior. Way to abandon not only your teammates and coaches who dedicated the time into making you a credible threat but also the fans who invested their time in watching you develop into an MVP (though I frequently debate whether this award belonged to him or my boy Teddy "a stroke can't stop me" bruschi) caliber player. At least you got a big contract, so you won't mind paying all those fines you accrued while you pouted in the media about the lack of respect you were getting from the front office. Hope the 2006-2007 season for you in Seattle sees you fail in your quest to show that you deserve Ward or Wayne type money.

Am I bitter? A tad, I mean what's the point in being a sports fan and supporting your team if they are so quick to abandon you because they want some money. Have they forgotten that they are being paid to play...dare I say it?...a GAME. There are people out there working to save lives, protect the country, and teach the country who make a small fraction of what these guys make and you don't see them hightailing it out of the country to our rival for $$$ or the spotlight do you?

That's my rant for today.

Crikey!

This weekend brought about the milemark birthday for my papa. In order to properly celebrate my mother went about and sneaked her away into planning a surprise dinner for my dad. Unbeknownst to me, I aided her in her endeavor by innocently asking him where he would like to dine for his special day. Then I got the eyes of death when I nearly spoiled the surprise. So what it comes down to is this, not only do I like to know what's going on, but I NEED to know what's going on or I somehow managed to ruin surprises. It's a gift. So my mom eventually brought me into her scheme and I took control of the sibling reminders (as is so often my duty cause boys are just no good at remembering dates). All I can say about the enjoyable dinner is that my parents and their friends can HANG. They're all near 60 and they each had 2 strong drinks and were going until 10pm, much later than the perceived bed time I imagine they each have. All three sets ofmy folks were there which posed a problem because I probably should've DD'd for all three, but as I reminded everyone at dinner, I can only drive one car at a time so I chose to drive my blood related parents home since papa was the birthday boy. So my first crikey award goes to the old timers showing that they are still young at heart.

The second crikey goes out to me for making into the realm of kickassery. Many thanks to JK for including me in this exclusive club.

The third crikey is a RIP to the Crocodile Man. While it is very sad that he passed away. Perhaps even more so when you consider he may have been able to survive if he hadn't freed the sting ray from his heart. (since the barb pierced his heart, removing it is probably what ultimately killed him since there was nothing plugging the hole until the doctors could get to him). But I think its fitting that the man died doing what he loved. i mean we're all gonna die someday and I think its better to go out doing something that you love rather than being killed by some dumb ass drunk driver or dying at an age where you are no longer able to enjoy life. The only other way I could see The Croc Man go is if one of his crocodile "friends" decided that they no longer enjoyed being man handled and attempted to show him what it was like. RIP Steve Irwin.

Job Update: Friday was quite slow at work, I applied to five jobs during the course of the day and had sent a hard copy resume to another company. Due to the holiday weekend, i don't expect to hear from any of these places until at least next week. But maybe one of them will grab me. Also, thanks to the Rickster, I was well informed that someone I knew from GW had been promoted within her department so I emailed her to see if there were any job openings. She had sent me an email a week after I left DC telling me that she'd always have a job for me (she was mad I left). Well, she does have a job and basically told me that all I need to do is apply and I would be employed. Just got to see what the job entails and what it pays before I make a commitment

Gotta take sammy for his billion dollar testing today. he misses his regular visits with his doc (he gets a treat from everyone there as long as he doesn't hide from them when they say 'hi') and so he has managed to develop a bleeding spot on a fatty growth thing. The growth was given the okay by the docs as being allowed to stay since they don't like to put old timers under the gas unless necessary, but the bleeding has got to stop so we're going in today and getting his blood tested to make sure all his meds are okay. Should be good times.

I'll take Potpurri for $200

Remember Jeopardy? I like that show, especially during College or Teen Tournaments cause it always makes me feel smart. There are inevitably catagories that have me stumped and other subjects that I totally rock out and make everyone wonder "how the holy heck did she know that one?" kinda reminds me of the thanksgiving where my sis in law and wash bought me the 20th anniversarry edition of trivial pursuit and I soundly kicked everyone's arse. Naturally, the accusations of cheating on a game that still had plastic wrap came out. Cause who wants to lose to baby sis? What can i say? I'm filled with lots of random knowledge. I shall share some of that randomness today (hence my favorite catagory name: Potpurri, a lil bit o this a lil bit o that)

1) did you know that the aussies of compulsory suffrage? Though before we get to that, why do they call it suffrage? I mean you should enjoy your right to vote cause as we know it clearly has not always been a given for all citizens, yet the term seems to say SUFFER, should we really associate voting with pain? I guess a lot of people feel that way when the results are revealed, but I think referring to voting as suffrage gives it a bad omen. Now as for the compulsory factor. Do you think the US would be different if everyone was forced to vote and not simply given the option? It seems to me that Americans are an apathetic bunch, until something pisses them off then they get all hot and bothered and protesty. But, my feelings are if you dont vote than you need to keep your picket signs in the house cause you gots no one to blame but your own apathetic self. it's like when my mom was heart broken about the voting on Dancing with the Stars and American Idol....you can't be outraged if you don't participate in the process. that's why I keep my mouth shut about bush. Granted the GWU mail service took away my ability to vote in the last election by losing my absentee ballot, but I had a good feeling of which way my state was leaning anyway so i did not fret. The point is, I didn't vote so i really don't have the right to bitch and moan this time around.

2. Mt. Ida is an interesting place. My Office is in the design school building and it's been a bit odd to watch the clothing of the student body. The words OVER THE TOP come to mind but perhaps its just trendy, never was good at that kind of thing. But why do a majority of the artsy people dress in a goth style?

3. i think i should marry Gostowski aka the new kicker with the leg of steel for the pats. He's the man, he's in my age bracket and really I'm okay with the Polish last name, its even an upgrade in the alphabet. Dude kicked a 54 yarder last night....I repeat 54 yards. yeah its not snow and there was no inclement weather, but accuracy at that distance regardless of conditions makes me very happy to watch him this season. Hope he's able to handle the Boston media attention.

4. i'm more curious why my old boss, the rickster thinks i'm moving back to DC....both people who "knew" this information are people I haven't spoken to in over a year. one is in israel so i checked to make sure she was safe but i don't recall talking about job prospects. nor do i think i would've cause that girl developed some kind of beef with me the last semester i was there. No biggie, i asked what the deal was, she claimed nothing so the problem is hers, not mine.

5. Last but not least, Kiss 108's Matty show definitely has me giggling on the way to work. i was going to originally write about that today, but i forgot what they said, I can only remember that it made me laugh.

The Foosball

So I participated in my very first Live Fantasy Football draft this week. Must say I was quite excited. As I have won in my own leagues for the last two years, I have really developed an enjoyment and greater appreciation for football. Until now, I had only had an automatic draft leagues. Once I was asked to join a league with a live draft but since I was home and only had dial up, I had to back out. This year, Kellay granted me a last minute invite into her league. It was exciting...until those biotches took my Shaun Alexander and Torry Holt. I've been doing this for six years, and I have never had a team that did not field both of these players, that makes me a bit nervous but I think I did a pretty successful draft on my own.

It seems as though "the wash" is biting my style this time. As you'll notice on his write up of Mo's wedding he has several pictures posted. I can't help but notice that he does not give credit to the photographer who is responsible for these awesome shots, thus making it appear as though he is the photographer in question. Veddy interesting.

AWash has been caught in a lie. Bad boy, he should know better than to lie to me, I inevitably find out such things. Especially dangerous when the lie in question involves the claim of being out of country when one's car is parked outside less than a quarter mile from where I live. Tsk tsk tsk, Awash....will you ever learn?

My first week at Mt. Ida has been completed. Mt. Ida College is the place to be if you want to go into Funeral Services or even art, but other than that I think the current rankings made a third/fourth tier school. Its pretty small, which means parking will be an issue this week now that class is back in session, but hopefully the story that no ones pays attention to the signs designating faculty/staff parking are just a myth and I will have no issues. Also hoping no one hits my car, as I've heard of this occurrence 4 times since I started. This job won't be so bad while I look for something else, but the woman who left clearly had never trained someone, so hopefully I don't screw things up because I don't know what's going on. She was very nice and pleasant but seemed more fixated on tying up her loose ends then showing me the ropes. Close to home and getting out at 4:30 ain't so bad either. Only issue I've had thus far, is that the peeps aren't what I'd call punctual. Which is fine, they can take their time, but I don't have a key so when I show at 8:30am and have to wait for 20-30 minutes to be let in, it kinda starts the day on a sour note, cause there is only so much to look at in the hallways. And the food is bad. I never knew how spoiled I got at GW and their food court style dining options. This place is the classic, set dining hours and single cafeteria style food. I got the chicken stir fry and "rice", the chicken didn't taste like chicken and the rice was some form of cous cous. I learned to take my lunch and have found that popping the trunk of my Vue and turning on the radio of my car, along with the local paper, provides a lovely picnic type feel to my lunch hour.

Considering going into photography, got the number of a place that does youth sports, so I'll them up and see what's what. I do like taking pictures and I think I'm fairly good at it, so that could be something to investigate. Plus if it paid the bills I could look for a secondary job that is also something that I enjoy: working with animals. Got an email from Camp Canine saying that they were looking for new employees, but they pay less than i got at school so that cannot be a primary job for this gal.

More to come....

News Travels Fast

I have been informed by mi hermano mayor that I have become a blog slacker. This is no good. I cannot let down my loyal listeners. Mea culpa.

Had a pretty chill weekend. Friday was interview mania. Had one interview at 11:30 am, muchas gracias new temp place. It was at Mt. Ida College. I have never seen a college located in such a residential location. Of course I had never really heard of the school either so I guess that is no surprise. They liked me lots there because of my history of "working in higher education". I liked them too, until I got severely lost, so lost that I had to call upon mama to go on the trusty internet and find me a way home. Still don't know how i got lost or where I was, but I did manage to make it home. Second interview was at a local wholesale club's corportate office. I was a lil taken aback by the amount of security they had on display. I had never realized that this field of work would require identification entry into every single door (perhaps even the bathroom). I could tell this job wasn't for me, when I was distracted by my first interviewer's prominent front teeth and by my third interviewer's bulbous eyes. These kinds of distractions never bode well for me. One good thing I did get to take from the experience was the comment that I interview well. This is not something I had thought of my self before, because I tend to think I get nervous under pressure. Don't get me wrong, I perform extremely well under pressure, but usually I feel my voice does this wacky quavering thing whenever my mind is working quickly. They were also slightly shady about the $$ involved. This was a temp-perm job offer and I asked about salary because they initiated a talk on benefits. i couldn't get a straight answer, just that it would not be less then I made as a temp. I should hope not! How embarassing would that be? Plus, I am fully aware that the agency makes between $5-7 off me per hour, so I would think that I would be recouping that as a full time employee, no? Needless to say I have chosen the educational job, which means I might be selling out and becoming that person that calls alumni for money. Luckily Mt. Ida isn't an expensive school so I don't plan on encountering the vehement anger that I feel towards folks from GW who felt that even while I was attending grad school there, since I was technically an alum I should be hit up for some cash. Like my $38,0000 a year for 4 years shouldn't buy me some time? Gimme a break

Saturday brought about the second to last bridal event for me. My future sister in law had her shower. It was very lovely. I'm not so much into Greek food but it was nice to catch up with my old friend Emily who has moved to NY to pursue her career in "making young girls feel badly about their bodies" aka fashion. I also felt like maybe i missed a color memo. A significant proportion of attendees seemed to be donning the pink. Not that it would've mattered much, since I don't think I own clothing in that color family. Lots of nice presents to ooh and ahh over. And later that night was the bachelorette party. A first for me as I had to miss my current sister in law's due to an airplane mishap (damn Philly for losing my luggage!!!!). It was pretty good. Most importantly my future sis in law had a great time and that's all that really matters. The limo driver was funny and cool and didn't get lost at all, which is always a good thing.

The bridesmaids made a mostly collective agreement that gold shoes should be worn for the wedding (Rolos it is Kellay), so Sunday I went to see if I could find a new pair of shoes. I had bought a pair to dye, but since I don't really wear gold I'll probably just dye to match for future use. As previously mentioned the dress is dope and will be worn again. I brought the shoes i wore to wash's wedding to see if I could dye those gold and then dye them black after. They are wicked comfortable and I've been meaning to get them dyed black for awhile. Lo and behold the master colorist was on vacation and they would not guarantee me that my shoes would be an acceptable shade of gold. Scratch idea #1, found the pair of shoes that had been runner up in my dye to match campaign, but alas they lacked my size. So in order for the store to have a perfectly legit size, I would have to pay up front. Homey don't play that! There is no way I'm paying for a pair of shoes that I don't even know will fit. What kind of scam is that? its not like i was asking for size 12, clearly 9.5 is a popular size as it has already been sold out. Uggggh, so scratch idea #2. I found a pair of gold shoes that i found acceptable for a reasonable price. So all I have to do is practice walking in them twice a week until the wedding (t minus 2 months) to make sure that I am comfortable, though methinks I shall bring a pair of flops or more comfortable shoes to change into at the reception. Maybe my practice walking can figure into my starvation diet that I am undergoing so that I can attempt to fit into my sister-in law's dress and she can have my larger size to accommodate my growing niece or nephew.

Had another attack of the idiot cart people in the Target parking lot. Maybe they have their group meetings there or something, because I get hit by dumbass rude cart people more frequently there than in any other lot. How hard is it to push the cart in the cart corral? Especially when it is a matter of feet from you? I have found that more often people in this lot go out of their way to be rude and put it next to, in front of, or behind other cars.

One last sidenote: Prison Break is back on the air!!!! WHOOP WHOOP, I love that show

The title? I get an email today from my good friend Ricky Ticky Ticky saying that he heard from Oshea that I'm coming back to the Capital. I am? I'm certainly considering it and depending on how an upcoming interview goes I may have to make that decision, but have I hired a moving truck or looked for an apartment yet? Nope, though I do have a lovely housing offer by the JKs in bawldimore, 4 weeks with no baking, 6 if I agree to bake. But what I'm trying to say is that I still do not have plans to move and I don't know where these rumors got started. Nice to know people still talk about me though. Something oddly comforting about it.

Let the Sunshine In

Hello to all my faithful readers. Firstly, I most issue an apology for my slacking behavior when it comes to my blog. Those who know me and my "issues" with electronics will not find this strange at all, but I was having some serious internet problemos. Not sure what happened, but everything seems cool beanos now. I have much to share about general societal issues so I'll be brief. ALL OF YOU RUDE SON'S OF BIOTCHES BETTER STEP OFF. I'm so very tired of running into the most annoying of traits: rudeness. For example? Well let's see. First I purchased a gift for my future sister in law's shower (the gift which I cannot divulge yet because it has not been given). All you need to know is that it required both of my hands. So I opened the door to let myself out and held the door for the woman behind me....imagine my surprise when 4 more people walked right through and then through the the next door without returning the favor. A teenage boy was about to do the same but I think he noticed the laser beams coming from my eyes that would've caused some serious bodily harm if he also did me wrong. Case #2? I made an error in gift selection for Mo and Jen (more on that wedding in a bit), so I went back to the store to exchange it. Again a two handed job. No joke, a woman actually opened the door, looked back and saw I was a half a step behind her and slammed the door in my face...not once but twice. SAY WHA? Come on ladies, where the holy heck were you going that you were unable to be delayed a few seconds. Its not like I take an hour to take a step, but sheesh. My inner filter is broken so the next person who wrongs me better watch out, cause I'll be sure to school you on some manners.

On to some better stuff. JK has taken the best blog title I've seen in awhile. Hmmm, i seem to be experiencing some picture uploading difficulties so I shall do my best with words. It was an awesome weekend for a wedding. Truly only the 3rd or 4th good one of the whole summer. You could not have asked for better. I played my part of yarmulke distribution aide very well. I've never been to a ceremony with both a Rabbi and a Priest and I had some concern on the length of the ceremony. No worries were necessary. Even with three readings and explanation of both traditions as they occurred, the ceremony was not long, was audible and was very sweet. Jen looked beautiful in her dress and Adam and the boys were very chill in their sweet suits. Reasons for wedding rocking:
1)I love Dirty Nat weddings because I get to hang with Wash's friends which are like family to me. I always love to hang with JK and Angie as well as Adam and Jen and even Skiparoo made an appearance. Seriously fun folk = serious fun time
2)Open bar for a significant portion of the night....need I say more? The barkeep was also on his game and only required one or two requests before he remembered my drink of choice and them waiting for me.
3) Let's do the HORA!!! I had some doubts that this dance would occur, and it is always fun and always a workout because you're basically just dancing/running in a circle for the entire length of the song which is pretty freakin long. Sadly, the greatest fear aboutt this dance came to pass, and the groom fell off the chair. Luckily, he has maintained some of his bball grace and was able to "glide" off the chair onto his feet. I say this was bound to happen as only Gentiles were handling the chair lifting duties, and really how many times have any of them done this before? After this slippage, the brides knuckles definitely took on a death vice like grip on her own chair to prevent a repeat performance.
4)Good eats!
5)Never a dull moment: I heard a teeny tiny rumor that the groom chose to use the ladies room and avoid the one men's room line of the evening. But he's the groom so he can pretty much do as he pleases.
6)Had an overnight camp like feeling in the good ole hotel room. Due to my aforementioned unemployment I intended to share a room with the parentals. My sis in law wasn't feeling so good so she didn't make the trip. Add one wash to the room. "Plan B" aka Skiparoo showed up to the wedding without arrangements. Wash being the stand up guy he is offered Skip a place on our floor. I woke up to see Skip streched along the foot of my bed and a big pile of blankets which I must presume was my brother.
7)Got some QT time with the bro, again my uploading woes will prevent this from doing justice, but dude is crazy. He's one of those people that just finds the good time in everything. Took an old helmet of elder wash's and had a serious Village People vibe going on. Then we did some landscaping in the front. When I can I shall post a picture of the refuse from this endeavor.

Overall I give this weekend a resounding two thumbs up, cause you can't go wrong with happy event, good peeps, good food, and good drink. Congratulations to the latest bride and groom. And a final warning to all you rude folk, the dog has been let out of the bag, so you best watch yourself.

Are butts the new boobs?

I kid you not, this is actually a topic on the Today show as I write. Are butts the new boobs? The theory is that for so long women have been letting their boobies hang out and put on display that Americans need a new body part to drool over. Apparently, once something is readily available it is no longer desirable. Which if you think about it, is a fairly accurate assessment of society. I mean as soon as you get one high tech gadget, the next generation comes out and makes you want to upgrade. I'm guilty of this. I have a pretty sweet digital camera that I got about a year ago. It's slim, takes pretty good pictures and has a large LCD screen for ease of use. But, it doesn't have anti shake tech, its 4 or 5 megapixel and the lag team between shutter depression and picture capture can be annoyingly long. So I've found a new camera that I want that fixes all these issues for a reasonable price. But its only reasonable if you forget the fact that my camera is less than a year old and that I'd need to purchase a new form of memory card for it. Sigh! Anywho, back to butts. I'll also admit that i'm "bootylicious" something i hated while growing up in the dirty nat. All these damn skinny gals with no backsides, made me stick out like a sore thumb. And back then, only Sir-Mix-a-Lot was talking about the positives of the junk in the trunk. But then I went to college in DC and I realized that my ass was an asset. In DC, people don't point and laugh because you can't hide behind a telephone pole. In fact, I have several male friends, who while they are are supportive of my endeavors in becoming "less oval shaped" have said that the junk should never go away. Ahhhh, those were the good ole days.....

Went to the post office yesterday to send a gift to Blair to celebrate her 24th birthday. As per usual, their was a hefty line and only 2 postal workers. A woman came up behind me and continued to sigh heavily for the entire time i was there. Now, waiting in line is annoying enough...I get it, people don't like to wait whatever but seriously? I mean seriously, why the hell would make the whole thing even more irritating but sighing and as a result blowing your stinky ass breath onto the person in front of you? Come on now! The only thing I can think of is that she was trying to sigh me right out of line. Foolish woman! I'm the youngest with two older brothers, lived with three girls and one bathroom in college, and taught 75 underclassmen in a statistics lab, my tolerance for annoyance is quite high! Plus, I'd be more inclined to bap her in the nose (a la the dog whisperer) than get out of line.

Also reading a new book. SDACP was a good read, and I'd recommened to my Cali bro and sis in law, but i think it takes a certain kind of person to appreciate it. The more cerebrally based people should probably steer clear, but those with an artsy bent and can appreciate pop culture will find it fun to read. my new book is the Color of Water. I'm about half way through, which is great cause i gotta bring it back by the end of the week. Its a non fiction book with the subtitle: "A Black Man's tribute to his White mother". This is more deep than the first book but so fascinating to read. The mom is white, was raised as an Orthodox Jew by her Rabbi father in the 30'sish. She gets involved with a local Black boy, pregnant, flees home and converts to Christianity and goes on to have 13 more kids. It's definitely the most interesting real story I've read in a long time. (fyi, the title refers to how she tries to impart on her kids that color is not an issue and that God is the color of water not White or Black)

Speaking of Jews, Mel Gibson needs to go back to Austrailia and live on a farm if he can't keep his bigoted mouth shut. Yeah he was drunk, but give me a break. I've never known a drunk to let loose a diatribe that they didn't mean. usually alochol makes people feel more free to say what it is they want because they lack inhibition. So I say Mel take your crappy ass movies (when was the last good Mel Gibson movie anyway?) and return to the Outback.

508 vs 202 Round 1

Needed to come up with a quick list so I can hone in the job search a bit more. So here goes my pro / con list of DC vs. Boston, feel free to chime in.

Boston:
Pro-parentals are here, Samson is here and might not last long if I leave, I like the weather, technically I guess you can throw in my brother, though truthfully I see him as much here as I did when I lived in DC so he kinda cancels himself out, no sales tax on necessities, free rent for the time being

Cons-the "friends" i thought I had up here seemed to have disappeared (perhaps into a fair weather friend netherland), my field is not predominant up here, public transportation leaves something to be desired, starting to feel like a moocher

DC:
Pros- Field is up and coming and DC is where its at, plenty of people at GW that would be willing to give me a job while I continued the search, the friends I left in DC are for the most part still there (and still talk to me), Kellay is down there (at least for the time being), Jon/Angie are in bmore, Metro system rocks, three airports to choose from, NO Big Dig to worry about, GW work contacts are in the area, tons of cultural and educational things to do (i.e no boredom possible)

Cons- No blood family down there, high cost of living, no puppy, no sports teams worth caring about (ravens pssh, they aren't really from bmore, nationals blech no history, redskins? puh lease give me a break), requires the purchase of a plane ticket for October festivities (though i suppose i could make the drive), summer weather blows big chunks

Did I forget anything?

As you wish

As anyone who knows me can say, I am a bit of a sci-fi/superhero geek. Most would assume that Star Wars ranks as my all time favorite movie....and while it definitely exists in my top 10 (there are 6 to choose from after all), I'd have to say my all time favorite movie is The Princess Bride. So much cheese, so many guest stars, so many rhymes. HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THIS MOVIE? I'm currently involved in a quoting battle with my GW friend Kiki via facebook. Having watched this movie again this weekend I have to add another name to my list o names for when I eventually get my own pets. Add Fezak to Bauer, Bristow, and Chewie. I also watched Eight Below so I have a current urge to have enough dogs that I could have my own sled team. I'm not that sappy of a gal, but animal movies always bring a tear to my eye, especially when not all of the stars make it through to the end. Definitely got choked up during that movie, but it was worth it.

I was gonna write about grudges and apologies and other assorted annoying things but I think it all comes back to Karma, which i've written about previously and this blog isn't old enough for me to be repeating myself so soon. Here's the gist: if someone does you wrong its not a grudge to remember it if said person doesn't apologize for their behavior. However, if you keep being mad after an apology has been issued then you are holding a grudge and tempting fate. And let's be real...you don't want to be tempting the wheel of fate. I remember writing something about the wheel of fate in high school and how it was bad mojo to try its patience. Two quick examples, one tragic and one kinda eerie. First for the tragic one: now let's discuss the horrific tragedy of the multiple ton piece of ceiling concrete tile falling and killing a passenger in a car on the Pike tunnel. As AWash pointed out, this woman must have had some kind of bad mojo to have the ceiling tile fall directly on her, her fellow passenger escaping with minor cuts. That tile fell squarely on her section of the car, kinda freaky no? Second example? Massachusetts has been having some bad (torrential rain) weather all summer. I couldn't help but notice a news story the other day about a freak lightning storm in Worcester. This resulted in a direct strike on a church....ON A CHURCH. I mean talk about your bad karma when you get struck down with lightning in a place of worship.

No real weekend roundup to speak of. First the weather blew, then I am beginning to suffer from my unemployment meaning even less to do. I'm currently debating going back to being blonde but i may need to wait for employment so that I could maintain it. My temp agency seems to excel in leading me astray. First they had an assignment for me, then nothing then another one that I was supposed to start this week, but since the corporate office is in CA, nothing has been confirmed. Add to that the fact that my recruiter has once again been led astray in what the company actually does and you can see why I anxiously await full time employ with someone. SUpposedly this next assignment would involve dealing with expert witnesses. This would be cool and relatively close in scope to what I studied, or at the very least something I studied. Alas, a quick examination at the website and you would learn this company is all about helping companies find solutions to their technical woes. I guess we'll see. I did get an email from the Urban Institute in DC about my application. They picked someone else, but I thought it was classy that they let me know...they are one of the few who have shown that courtesy.

No more rhyming and I mean it
Anybody want a peanut?

My Bad

First things first. Kevin Smith rocks! Granted I haven't enjoyed all of his movies. But anyone that can stage a debate about the moral implications behind the Death Star destruction gets a hearty kudos from me. His latest movie, Clerks II is coming out and was apparently recently pre-screened for reviewers. Check out K Smith's diatribe against a patron exemplifying rudeness...http://silentbobspeaks.com/?p=263

Second, the whole reason I titled my post "Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs" yesterday was because I intended to inform the public as to my latest reading endeavor but then i got so caught up recounting vomit boy that I forgot my purpose. Anywho, if you find yourself with some free time and you're looking for a book to occupy it, I highly suggest Chuck Klosterman's book with the aforementioned title. I'm about half way through it and find it highly enjoyable. Quite possibly the only book in existence that purports to discuss the social importance of such varied topics as Soccer (the one chapter my bro and sis-in-law should skip over), The Sims, Rock Stars, and Saved By the Bell. An early chapter refers to the Mick Jagger effect which I found utterly fascinating. I don't want to ruin this book, because i'm feeling that it should be read by all, but consider this. Mick Jagger is, one could argue, a sexual rock god. I don't see it myself but whatever, there are sufficient offspring to support this notion. But does he have this effect because of his looks? For example, would women still swoon and send panties if his profession was....let's say a pizza delivery man? methinks not. In fact, most rock stars have a following because of their profession. Picture any of them in a "normal" job and they lose their appeal, cause let's face it....they ain't usually pretty. BUT, they do have this charisma that draws people to them on stage and that is what is called the Mick Jagger effect.
Shoot, you know what? I think i'm confusing too books. Klosterman's is great and just wrote about how you can compare all divisions in the country (be them religious, racial, or anything else) to whether you were a fan of the Lakers or Celtics during the eighties. That Mick Jagger effect was something I read in a Chick Lit book right before I began my exploration into Pop Culture Philosophy.

Today is Wednesday, meaning its time to hit up the Washington Post's Help Wanted Section. T-Dawg Out!

Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs

Hello faithful blog watchers (I'm talking to you AWash and Kellay, my only two loyal followers)!!! Right now, I'm sweating my arse off because the Dirty Nat is experiencing the first "heat wave" of the year. Don't get me wrong, we do have A/C but for some reason it doesn't seem to function in my room. Something that me and Sammy lament nightly. Poor puppy can't even get comfortable in his own bed, because it is located in my room. Interestingly enough, directly underneath the vent that is letting us down. I quoted heat wave, because up here in the North, it only takes three consecutive days of 90+ weather to qualify. That seems a bit hasty to me, I mean three days isn't really that long but who am I to criticize?
Weekend roundup (don't read while eating):
Friday: I get a call from mama saying that she is planning on leaving work at 1 and I could meet up with her if I so desired at the mall. I agreed to meet her after errands and then received a call from Mama Karp inviting me to her pool since it was so ghastly out. As I have mentioned before, the Karps are like family to me, so I find it as normal to hang with Mrs. Karp as I do with my own mom. Apparently people outside the circle don't see it that way. Upon my arrival the other guests seem to find it odd that i have come sans parentals. WHatever, haters will always find something to hate on I guess. Anywho, after meeting up with mom and hitting the mall we go to eat at Ruby Tuesdays. NOw this isn't the best or fanciest establishment but it is the one place where Papa W actually eats salad!!! So we go there somewhat frequently to encourage this eating habit. Sadly our meal was interupted by a fellow patron who took ill and couldn't manage to make it to the restroom prior to displaying his meal on the floor for all to see. GROSS. Worse? Our table that evening happened to be located right by the bathroom so we got the full view. Even worse? I kept this opinion to myself, but my brief glimpse of the regurgitated meal had an eerie resemblance to my dad's plate when he comes back from the salad bar.

Saturday: ANother ghastly day, another invite to the pool. My parents went to go hang on a boat, but I don't do so good on boats normally and this one wasn't leaving the harbor so I vetoed that idea. This time, lil Jared was there. I like lil Jared, but he's always been real quiet around me. I've never been offended by this, but did have the feeling he didn't dig Jude's Auntie. That changed on Sat when he warmed up to his new pool buddy. We played an odd game with his rules that he somehow kept losing. Then he discovered how fun it is to use people as a jungle gym in the pool. Good times, like hanging with the little folk, but it does make me miss my nephew, esp since I usually only get to see him in the winter.

Sunday: Went to go get my new bag. I don't usually dig shopping or purses or shoes. But I fell for a new Kenneth Cole bag. First time in my life I can recall having this reaction to a material object that wasn't electronic or a sneaker. I even walked around the store with it, because I didn't have the available cash to be tossing out for a bag when I have a perfectly functioning one. My parents were so shocked by my reaction that they actually fronted the cash for me to go purchase it. Thanks Daddy!!! Went back to the pool and enjoyed some QT time with the folks. I may have also picked up a wedding present for an upcoming event.

Been keeping busy by applying to jobs. Mondays and Tuesdays I focus on staying in state, while Wednesdays and Thursdays I spend looking back in the District. Made a new high total for resumes sent out of 12 last week. I usually aim for 5-7/week but i was inspired by my former student's employment with a company I was interested in, and subsequently applied to every RA position they had available....including one in Palo Alto, CA.

That's it for now, more errands and vet appts to keep today. And an attempt not to melt into the pavement. Yesterday I felt like I was burning in the short span between car and store. Can't imagine what today will feel like, but it seems that they old shorts will be busted out for a limited time appearance.

shipoopi

Rain, rain, rain.....this week, like most of the "summer" here in New England, has made me question my location. Am I really in Massachusetts? Cause this kind of weather is what I associate with Seattle. Granted, I've actually never been to Seattle, but isn't that city notorious for rain? However, I cannot complain too loudly because this storm has actually helped me out. See, we have about 20 pine trees lining the front of our property whose branches hang over the street. The same street where I park my car. This inevitably leads to my car becoming the literal dumping ground for birdies living in the pine trees. Leading my car to nomer of Craptastic Mobile. If I clean off one spot, three more show up. When I get my car washed, there is usually a short window where it remains a sparkling beauty before it is spoiled again. So, paying for the car wash is not something I enjoy doing because it seems to be a lost cause. Imagine my joy yesterday when I exited Target and saw the comings of a downpour. Probably the only one with a giant smile on my face. I quickly ran to the car and just sat in the rain while I watched all birdie residue be washed away by nature. What nature giveth, nature can taketh away.
Of course I knew this was too good to be true. I returned home during a lull in the storm and tried to take sammy out so he could provide his own watering services. Not five steps from the door did I hear "WHOOSH" and cue downpour once again. I had a rain coat and umbrella but sammy didn't fare so well. Hasn't been that wet since his last bath, but he does enjoy the drying off game so it wasn't so bad. Later in the day I received some irritating news. I perused my facebook account. What's facebook? If you don't know, you haven't been in the education realm the last three years and don't need to know. I looked at one of my former student's profiles cause it was updated (she's one of my facebook friends) and noticed that she is working at a company that I applied to and never heard back from. Say wha?!?!?! This is a research company, I taught her research methods. Ergo, I gave her the tools to secure the job and I can't have one too? Incensed, I applied to all research assistant positions available because if they hired her, they should hire me too. Now that i think about it, I may have accidentally applied to a job in Palo Alto, CA....cross that bridge later.

Last thing to note. I had a successful manual labor experience. I bought a three shelf unit with a door from Bed, Bath, and Beyond. i've built several of this furniture type and each and everytime I have managed to put one piece on backward so that the grainy wood side is exposed. You could almost call it my trademark. Anywho, busted out the trusty tool bag that is filled with all kinds of tool goodness and proceeded to put together the entire unit with samson's guidance. Even better? It was done correctly!!!!! I think I may be redeeming myself in this realm.

And for my brother. JW, when it is said that three words in the english language and three alone that begin with dw, you cannot name two derivatives of the same word. Tsk tsk tsk, i expected more out of a lawyer.

Things that make you go hmmmmm.

My undgraduate education was in psychology and sociology. Because of this, I have been trained to observe people and their interactions with the environment. I feel like this power of observation of occurrences is one of my strengths. Today's entry is a smorgsabord of observations that I've been making lately.

1)Karma really exists: I do enjoy Jason Lee in My Name is Earl and I thought the premise was amusing...trying to right karma. But when you think about it, Karma does seem to exist. You can call it "what goes around comes around" or "you reap what you sew" but no matter what you call it something seems to cosmically keep the balance of the world in check. Here are two examples. One, (and I gotta right about the Samson) the pooch has this annoying habit lately of pretending to be unable to get out of the car so that he can get an extended ride. Friday, I took him with me to measure my current walking route and got home and he pulled his schtick again. Only this time his obstinance backfired. He lay down in a way that had his weight shifted towards the front of the car. In my mind, i knew it was only a matter of time before he fell, but what could I do? Sure enough Karma kicked his arse and he became wedged between the front and back seats. Again, what could I do? The best solution I could come up with was to shove my seat all the way forward to give him enough room to try to flip over and out of the car. Luckily he is more agile than a turtle flipped on its back and made it out okay.

2) i was explaining to mom about my pet peeves involving shopping carts and the inability to use the cart corral. Mostly cause we were at Target and that parking lot is the most frequent offender. Sure enough when we exited the Christmas Tree Shop there was a shopping cart parked directly behind my craptastic car. Say wha!!!! Now, why is this is ironic or karmic or any of that jazz? Because I parked, quite possibly the furthest I could from any visible car. There was no one around me and I still got carted!

3) The reason that I prefer Tarjay: I went to Walmart to burn a cd of my Karp Wedding pics and pick up a new album. I take lots of pics and I am now on my 14th or 15th 300 picture album. I had forgotten that Tarjay had a picture area so i went to walmart. There were three people in front of me at the picture kiosk. no worries, I went to go find my album and got the last one there was! Sweet I thought. But i got back to line and the two elder women were having some issues. Issues that involved breaking the damn machine, meaning it had to get rebooted and then they had to start over. Eventually they figured it out. Then the guy in front of me went (he'd been waiting an hour) and his camera card wasn't working. Cue rolling eyes. Luckily he had a cd to work with too. Then he, cause he was wicked nice, asked if i was just making a cd, when this was confirmed he let me cut in front of him while he tried to coax his card into working. Finished the cd. Had to flag down someone for envelope for the cd. Got into line at the front of the store. uh oh! Apparently Wal-Mart has some issues with price stickers....like they can't ring up bar codes if the sticker isn't on the product. So Mr. "Something isn't quite right" cashier went to the floor register manager who came up with the notion that it was my responbility to get the price sticker. Customer service? what customer service? The cashier said he could ring up my album and I increduously asked why they couldn't find out the price. No answer. At this point, I'm realizing I could have easily walked out with the cd with no problem but that damn honesty thing I got going always ruins me. As I grab my stuff out of his arms to go back to the film center and I mutter something about, "this being the reason people go to Target instead"

4) The newly discovered scam: Bridal stores. Anyone ever notice that bridal stores have some kind of bizzaro measurement method to their dresses? And that they are always constructed in a way that means you have to go two sizes up because you can never let them out? For my brother's upcoming wedding I will be wearing a beautiful brown dress and I loved it on the hanger. that is until I had to go to this boutique to get measured and had one of the worst experiences with clothing in my life. Now I would define myself as pleasantly plump and certainly won't be winning any beauty pageants but this woman made me feel like I was some hideous monster and resulted in my fleeing the premises crying. My second visit was slightly better but needless to say this place has scarred me. flash forward three months and I go to pick up my sister in law's dress for the wedding. They made her get a dress that was at least 3 sizes larger than she typically wears! I was shocked! Course, it also made me feel slightly better about my experience cause at least it wasn't just me. Course, it also works out well cause now she has room for the new bambino to grow and still fit in the dress. But my point is this...these boutiques scam you into thinking you need a larger size and then conveniently have a connection with a seamstress who'll fix the dress (and probably donate a cut back to the boutique). But like I said, it is a beautiful dress and I look forward to wearing it, even if it means I must succomb to this scam.

5) I end this posting with two quiz questions and an opinion question. First, what is the only fruit that has all of its seeds on the outside? Second, there are three words and three words only in the English language that begin with the letters 'dw', name them. If you think someone has a problem with you, what do you do? Do you wait it out and hope it goes away, risking the issue festering into something bigger, or do you confront the situation immediately risking making life awkward?

Clowns to the left, jokers to the right

A couple more highlight reels from the wedding:
1) I must concur with Wash that the open bar was a stroke of genius. Contrary to Mr. Karp the elder's belief, I do in fact enjoy beverages from time to time. As I had my ID on me, there was no fear of rejection from the barkeeps. Lovely wine and alcohol selections though I have discovered that gin and tonic is not my drink.

2)Beautiful location/weather. After living through a variety of monsoons the last few weeks and getting negative weather reports from Kellay in Towson, I was fearful for what we would face. However, I was able to straighten my hair and keep it straight! Meaning? no humidity, comfortable temperature and slight breeze to keep all comfortable during the short ceremony.

3)When I was applying to colleges there was this part where you had to submit an essay. Since I applied to GW, they had cheesey topics about what monument you would build or which president you'd want to meet, blah blah blah, or you could send an original essay as part of a general app. I chose to write mine on FAMILY and what it means to me. This wedding reaffirmed it because I don't think blood determines family. I have plenty of blood relatives that couldn't pick me out of a line up let alone know my birthday, my age or what i'm doing with my life. However, I think of the Karps and Movitzs as being my family. They are the ones I see at holidays, they are the ones that can recall what they were doing when I was born. They are the ones that have come to graduations, athletic events and life events. They even know how old I am (good call Mo). So my point is that this wedding was special because it gave me more time to spend with my family, which doesn't happen as much anymore.

Lowlights?
1)that bus driver. Damn was she a piece of work. She didn't really know where she was going and I feared for my life when i saw her mapquest directions fly off the console. My nephew was very disturbed at the lack of seatbelts. All this and she was a bit rude when people requested some desperately needed AC.
2)the "limo" to and from the airport. FIrst the guy gets lost picking up the last person, by the time we get to this house the person cancels (literally as we pull in the driveway). We leave about 20-25 minutes later than intended. Coming back? We had to call for a pick up after being delayed. This involved an additional 20-25 minute wait further compounded by a required stop to transfer someone off the van. Lastly, the van driver seemed to think that we were leading him down a dead end and wasn't interested in listening to directions.
As you can see the lowlights really had nothing to do with the wedding itself which is why I consider it tops.

It ain't easy being me. There are three kids in the fambino which is an awkward number. Can't really pair off cause someone gets left out. Since I'm the only girl, I tend to be the one on the outside. Both of them have found wives which would seem to even the odds in my favor. But they also seem to get along better with each other than with me. Not a huge deal, but needless to say that three is not my favorite number. Sometimes the only way to remain relevant is to be peacekeeper so that is my place in the family. And this conludes my Debbie Downer segment

May I introduce Mr. and Mrs. Karp

So first off, a Happy 4th of July to all. This is the first year I won't be seeing fireworks which makes me sad, but the expansion of the local mall has removed the only feasible location for Dirty Nat fireworks and as I live here and not the District anymore, that means no public displays of fireyworks for this girl. Sad. Secondly, let's all have a "Hallelujah" moment to celebrate Sammy's rescue from Fat Camp. This time he was given a cheeseburger in order to encourage him to take his pills, haven't checked over the bill myself, but I hope this cheeseburger isn't like one of those $500 government toilet seat covers. Also, I am happy to report that his vet agrees with my assessment that his stomach infection has finally cleared up. While most of you don't care, I'd like to point out that this problem develped in November at Thanksgiving and it is the 4th of JULY. That's one heck of an infection.

Now onto a weekend recap which will actually have exciting things.

Friday: Dropped samson off at the vet and completely overpacked for a weekend trip down to bmore to see my good friend angie and jon get married. The funny thing about this wedding, is I've actually known Angie for longer than anyone else involved with any of my "brothers". She came with Jon for my high school graduation party and I knew then that she was a fabulous lady. Flew down with the parentals, brother and fiancee. Ate dinner in the hotel and proceeded to earn the ire of the housekeeping staff by rearranging the lobby to accomodate the Karp guests that trickled in as the night went on and the drinks came out of the bar.

Saturday: Woke up wicked early, ate some brunch and put on the swimsuit. Kellay came down from Towson and hung at the pool where I proved that I am in fact a natural dark beauty with occasional red streaky zones. Very chill day. Then it came time to get ready to boogie. Got all gussied up and went downstairs and left for the wedding. I must agree with JK that Angie looked absolutely beautiful in both of her dresses. And while I couldn't hear the officiant, it felt like a beautiful ceremony. Sat at my table with alex, stacey, jude, jamaican peter and three Karp cousins. One of whom apparently did not feel comfortable there and despite my attempts at small talk abruptly left the table to sit with his mom. Lots of pictures were tken because I don't usually get to see all of these people more than two-three days a year at thanksgiving. I've realized that I am sick of being the one to take the pictures cause then I'm never in any which is a bummer. Apparently the point and shoot camera I have is beyond comprehension. I tried to get in a pic with Wash but my dad couldn't see the buttons so I asked Skip. Skip who scored over 1500 on the SAT and is pretty darned smart tried and tried but could not take a picture and tried to say the camera was broken. Above is the picture taken when Wash proved that it was fully functional. Then during the group father-daughter dance, family friend was kind enough to pics of my brothers and mom as well as Adam and his mom which came out nice, but his attempt to capture me and Dr. Mikey ended up with a prominent view of his thumb instead of us. After the wedding, I provided an assist to get my nephew up to bed and received a call to go the bar to join my parents and their friends. I obliged and joined for a drink. Then the new Mr. and Mrs. Karp arrived and I had to stay for some more drinks. We closed the bar, it seems the party was to continue in the best man's room but i chose to retire. As I got off at my floor and bid the party people adieu I was given some of the loudest booing I have ever heard. Very flattering that these people wanted some more of my time. My parents actually asked what that loud noise was when i came in the room (they had obviously stayed awake for my arrival). I give this wedding a full four star rating.

Sunday: Received the news that my eldest brother sold me out and chose not to call me up to a room while my sister in law took an important test. Am I peeved? You betcha. At brunch I found out that the speculation had been right and that I'm gonna be an auntie again!!!! Congrats to Wash and Yan Yan.

That's it for now, gotta organize the pics while i come up with more highlights.

Incredi-who?

Hmmmmm, JW seems to be losing his mind. After years and years of wishing me to worship the ground upon which he walks, he now seems to mind when I finally do act similarly. Case in point #1? My initial blog set up happened to be the same background as his. Mistake...big mistake. calls me out in a comment page for hogging his style. I swear on my first blog there were only three options, and I can't stand white backgrounds. Whatev, switched that up right quick. Case in point #2? Now he has gotten offended by my name: lil wash, "Enough with this "l'il wash" nonsense. ...There is no "l'il wash". The wash name is taken. You have to be something else. Come on man, you can't bite my name like that. You're like Incredi-boy from the Incredibles. Fly home l'il wash, I WORK ALONE!!!!!!!!! " I shall grant him that he is the original Wash. Alas I happen to be the youngest of the bunch hence the lil. But since he's being a baby and calling me out on comment boards I must, once again, change my format to prevent further hissy fits. I have reverted to my ghetto GW name that Andy and Joe bestowed upon me in high school and which Andy made sure stayed alive throughout college by telling people that my name was T-Dog. got a hat, got a poster and a jersey with that name on it. Shoot I've got two football jerseys with that name on it so I guess it sticks.

******Warning: the following should not be read while consuming food (got it Kellay?)****
So this am, papa w was returning from the west coast on a red eye. Sammy LOVES car rides and he's old and arthritic now so he's not really allowed to go so often which makes him depressed. Since he's going to fat camp for a few days I took pity on him. Plus how could I possibly reject this face.... Anywho, so big papa calls to announce that he is awaiting pick up at the bus station. I tell sammy he has to go to the potty if he wants to get in the car which immediately gets him revved. Then momma comes out and swears he's done his business for the day. So i let him in. BIG mistake #3. Sure enough he managed to leave a lil something something in my car again when we got home. I can't blame him because when I came in the house to retrieve my handy dandy rubber gloves again my mom then tells me that maybe she pulled him inside before he was done. Really? Ya think?? Perhaps the fact that he pulled me straight to the backyard after exiting the car to finish off his business might have been the first hint to me. Alas, the sheet is being washed because I have to put him in tomorrow to take him to fat camp. On the positive side, I do believe that his vet induced skin infection has finally cleared....eight months later.