Thursday, August 31, 2006

question o' the day

Do you think Pluto being demoted will impact astrology?

Tuesday, August 29, 2006


What a day. If you would have told me yesterday morning that it would have been like this I would have thought you were crazy. Or at least very optimistic.

Yesterday I realized that when I booked this trip to San Antonio I had myself leave from IAH. I don't know why I didn't pick Hobby...especially since I had to get up at 4:30am to catch the flight. Later in the day, however, I realized that a co-worker of mine who I hadn't seen in months was going to be on the same flight. How cool is that? It seemed like a fairly empty flight so I thought we'd be able to sit together regardless of our assigned seats (since we both know enough to check in online). This morning I got to the parking area and she was getting there at the same time. We even rode the shuttle to the airport together. Then we start to board and realize we had already picked the same row to sit in! It was a good flight. Very good visiting with her.

So I imagined this trip would not be good. The person I was here to work with had not come across well in our previous communications. I get here, she's nice. Go figure. She was just frustrated with some things that happened before I started working here. How was she to know that I'm good at my job? It was actually a good work day.

Then I made it to my hotel. If you ever have to stay in San Antonio stay here. It's beautiful. They have done lots of renovations. The wallpaper in my bathroom is a recreation of the wallpaper that was in my parents' bedroom when I was a kid. (Are you understanding the title yet?) The carpet and big oriental rug are both super soft. The chair and ottoman are super soft. It's really nice. They play good instrumental music in the courtyard and I can hear it in the background of my room. The hospitable hotel staff let me see several other rooms...all great. If you plan to honeymoon in San Antonio, this is the place. The honeymoon suite is unbelievable. There are actual 24k gold tiles on the bathroom floor and in the shower. Beautiful. Despite all this, the coolest thing about this place is that it holds the world record for the largest structure ever moved on wheels. When you walk around in here, it is amazing to think that it stood six blocks away once upon a time. Across a bridge. And the restaurant--superb. Seriously, my second favorite hotel I've ever stayed in. Good day, my friends, good day.

Monday, August 28, 2006

update or the usual rambling

What you missed out on by my post getting lost in cyberspace was basically that I still do not like Dallas. I can't believe I'm going to have to be there as often as I am. If anyone has any suggestions on cool things to do (not during work hours) or good restaurants, I'd love to hear it. I did go shopping at a hoity toity mall. I could afford next to nothing there but would love to buy one frivolous piece of ridiculously expensive clothing. Just one piece. One that I could not even come close to justifying the expense of. We'll see. Dallas itself just seems a little more hoity toity all around. The country girl in me doesn't really like that.

I also realized in Dallas that I would like it if my job were to go around and tell people who own historic places (like hotels) how to better decorate them. I like seeing things live up to their potential. The hotel I stayed in was ok. Outdated but good bones. Thankfully, someone else has realized that and they are starting a major renovation. I bet the place will be spectacular then. And no longer affordable.

I went with Nora to the Mixers, Elixers, and IMAX thing at the Museum of Natural Science again this past Friday. It was fun. This time we got to eat hotdogs in the museum. And we actually watched the IMAX. It was fun but we didn't pick up anyone. It seemed like there were more couples there. I don't think that should be allowed. Or, museum people (if you're out there), you could do one day a month where only singletons are allowed. Nothing worse than spotting a cute guy and then following his arm down to his hand that is holding the hand of his super cute girlfriend.

The wedding... It was nice. The church was cute. As were the bride and groom and all the attendants. Her colors, as expected, were black and white. I would like to point out that maybe 55% of the guests adhered to that request. I think my outfit had the desired effect. I heard some "you look greats." Can't get enough of that. It was good to see family. It was nice to have a date. We had a really good time, along with my brother and his girlfriend. Laughed pretty much the entire weekend. My brother's girlfriend caught the bouquet while I hid behind her. She was then congratulated by all of our family. My brother, who did not catch the garter, was appropriately harassed by the fam. So I guess a good time was had by all.

I would like to insert here that I've been on hold with MCI this entire time I've been typing. They are charging me $38.30 for "Central Office Access Charge (Installment Balance)" and I'd like to know what that means. Oh, and they have charged me for that twice on the same bill. Bear in mind that I only technically had service from these people for 11 days.

I'm about to go meet two lovely ladies (this one and this one) for lunch. That should be fun, too.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

goin' to the chapel

I'm all packed and ready to go. I'm fake-tanned. I have cute pink toenails. I have realized that I'm not a paint-your-fingernails kind of girl. We're going with clear. I have jewelry, underwear, outerwear, shoes. I think that's it. Oh, gift. Have that, too. I really think that's it. I'm off (to here). And I swear to God, Buddha, etc. that if we get there and no one else is wearing black...I'm gonna have ta put tha hurt on someone. Oh, did I mention that I'll suddenly acquire poor grammar and a slight hick accent while I'm there? See y'all tamarra.

Friday, August 25, 2006

it's a nice day for a...

I would just like to say that earlier today, in a fit of procrastination, I wrote a quick but respectable little post about the week. Then, suddenly, Blogger was no longer working. Post, gone. I don't have it in me to rewrite it. Maybe I'll sum it up later. The basic excitement of the day is that tomorrow is the Black Wedding. So, unless I get up super early tomorrow I doubt you'll hear from me until Sunday. It's been a week of short 'n' sweet posts. You know, the bright side is that you know I'm still alive. This will be a good thing for when I live alone again. If I die, you people may notice. Before, I just had to wait for the stink to lure in the neighbors... heehee (I know, I can hear all the mothers saying, "that's not funny.") Wish me luck. Not only with not dying but with not feeling like I'm dying tomorrow.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006


That's how many hits we have. It's getting close! I bet tomorrow is the day. Prizes all around!

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

holy crap

I logged on to give a travel/hotel update but am now appalled by this story I'm watching on Primetime. I must have been under a rock when their previous media attention occurred. It's just sad. And when you hear the other interviewees, these girls almost look normal. Sometimes I forget such freaks exist... Oh, and the following story--about people who freeze-dry their pets. What am I watching?! ABC "News."

Monday, August 21, 2006

well, i never...

It was a very interesting weekend. And long. And one without as much sleep as I would have liked. But fun... Here's why.

Firsts that happened this weekend:
1. Drank in a museum.
2. Ate in a museum.
3. Danced in a museum. Yep, right next to dinosaurs.
4. Went to Sullivan's.
5. Went to Sullivan's because some other single women at the museum were going there afterwards.
6. Met straight, male flight attendants.
7. Got taught a little French by a little Frenchman.
8. Went sailing.
9. Obtained confirmation from a complete stranger at the mall that a bride requesting the guests to wear all black is indeed a bit weird.
10. Completed the Black Wedding outfit. (Yes, I love Billy Idol.)
11. Realized that I think my brother's girlfriend is my friend, too. (The realization of this has been coming around for awhile now. But what bonds women more than shopping?)
12. Felt that even 29 is "not as young as I used to be." I cannot do without sleep as I once did in college.
13. Held the tiniest baby I've ever seen in real life.
14. Witnessed firsthand the physical decline one goes through when on the crack. If that doesn't keep people off drugs...

That may be it. It's at least a pretty good list. Interesting, no?

I'd like to add that in no way should I be taking time to post right now. I'm slightly overwhelmed with obligations that are related to work and my personal life. I'm at that stage where I do nothing to help me feel less overwhelmed. Instead, I ignore it. I'm leaving again for the Big D tomorrow. I'll keep you posted as to whether this allegedly beautiful and historic hotel actually is...

Oh, and thanks to you lovely people, we're getting close to the 1,000th hit milestone. Maybe whoever obtains it should let me know. Prizes may be involved.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

polls and lots of rambling

I've had so many things in my head to write about lately but didn't want to bombard everyone. Now I feel spent without even writing anything.

So a little wedding prep update...I ended up going with the blouse/skirt combo. I would like to point out that even though I have several black skirts, none of them seem right with this shirt. I'm going to buy just a simple pencil skirt. I figure I can wear that forever and am surprised I don't own one already. It's funny. I don't think I'm superficial by any means but I do love fashion. My current guilty pleasure is Project Runway. It makes me want to design and make clothes. I think, however, that if I made my own clothes it would look like I made my own clothes.

Changing topics... So the post regarding the last poll has moved to the next page. This means it's time for a new poll. But first, here are the results of the past two.

Favorite Irresponsible Car
Saturn Sky 50%
Pontiac Solstice 14%
Mitsubishi Spyder 36%

Truth is on this one that I'll most likely get none of them. What with being a single person with only one income and no sugar daddy, I can't have everything I want (even if it is somewhat within reason). It all comes down to the fact that I want a house more than I want a hot car.

Least Favorite Industry
oil 27%
tobacco 64%
pharmaceuticals 9%

Thanks for making me feel better on that one. And the person who voted for pharma, you got me right here. Ouch.

Now a new poll... I'm having a hard time coming up with a new topic. How about tv? What show do you absolutely love that you can't wait to see again? There's the list over there. If there's something else I didn't include, feel free to comment. Even though there were only about 4 episodes of it last year, I'm really looking forward to What About Brian. Because I thought I'd be the only one, I didn't include it. Of course, Grey's Anatomy is my #1 pick. Hmmm, maybe I just love shows with hot guys. If you take that clip and add George, Alex, and Denny; remove the chief; and insert "Candice" for "Miranda" you have just gotten into my head a little bit... It's nice in here.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

wild kingdom

There are lots of things I've been thinking about but here's the strangest one right now. Last night I got home and was getting into bed to read. (Can I just interject here that I'm halfway through the Harry Potter books for those of you who haven't been keeping up.) Since my bedroom faces the backyard, I noticed that my brother left the sprinklers on. Despite not wanting to go outside at 1:00 am, I thought it would be the responsible, home-owner-type thing to do. I turn on the outside light and there's an opossum! Just hanging out and not leaving when I say "hey!" and tap on the glass. In the city. And on the heels of an armadillo hanging out in the garage the night before. This is nuts! I thought about waking my brother up to deal with it but figured water is cheap. The grass just won't need to be watered for a few days. This also answers the question as to why the neighbors' dogs bark in the middle of the night. Who knows what else is roaming around out there?!

Also, I realized sometime last week that when I move I want to get an outdoor cat. I've had one (sort of) for the last five years. Ok, how do you "sort of" have a cat? Currently, there is one who hangs out here during the day. It does not live here. In my old apartment there was a community cat who came with the place. We shared her. Anyway, I like how they look out there lounging. It makes me happy. And I like having a cat to pet but one who can be even more self-sufficient than the average cat. I like a workin' cat. We had a few outdoor kitties when I was growing up. Some came to us a bit older but some were young. It seems like they just stayed around. Like we were home-base. Does anyone know anything about raising outdoor kitties? My luck, I'd end up with one who hangs out in the neighbor's yard all day while mice ring the doorbell...

Monday, August 14, 2006

jeans, jeans, jeans

Since we've been talking fashion, I thought I'd fulfill the request to talk about skinny jeans. I don't like them. Not on men or women. Not tucked into boots. Personally, I go for straight-legged or boot cut or even slightly flared. While we're on the subject, I also hate super baggy jeans, jeans with pleats, jeans without back pockets, and wearing denim from head-to-toe. I never thought I'd like jeans with stretch in them but the ones at GAP are super comfortable. I still usually go for a pair without stretch, though, and am sad at how hard that is to find. And now I hear black denim is back. That saddens me. Who knew there were so many avenues when it comes to this topic?! How do y'all feel about skinny jeans?

Sunday, August 13, 2006

impeding progress

I tried to find a dress today. I went to several stores in the mall. I tried on many, many dresses all to no avail. Why is it that when you are shopping for a particular clothing item you can never find it? I have so much better luck when I'm just browsing for whatever. So, anyway, black dresses are available to make you look like a whore, like an old lady, or like you're going to prom. And apparently it's popular to have sort of an empire waist but instead of being fitted through your real waist area, it just balloons out making even thin-ish girls look a little portly. I may have to break down and do the skirt/blouse combo.


I now have a date for the wedding. Not a date date but still...a real live human being to accompany me. Someone I actually like and will have fun with especially when accompanied by the brother and his girlfriend. Someone I will force to do the Grand March and various other dately duties. I wonder if there are people who don't know what the Grand March is?

And I have cute hair. I cut off several inches a few weeks ago. This was not for the wedding but because, as I mentioned before, I get bored with the hair pretty easily. I do not have "good" hair. Those people who just wash their hair, add no product, let it air dry, and look like they should be in hair commercials irritate me. I am not one of them (but tend to put about that much effort into fixing my hair). This haircut actually doesn't look too bad when it air dries (with the addition of a little product). For girls, this is a miraculous thing.

So a man, cute hair, my winning personality (heehee)... Now I just need that dress. If only I had a camera phone. Then we could do a dress poll. Ooooh, that would be fun, wouldn't it?

Saturday, August 12, 2006

karaoke dreams

Last night some friends and I went to KC's Boogie Blast featuring KC and the Sunshine Band, Tavares, Sister Sledge and Gloria Gaynor. It was fun. I got to sing along (from the audience, of course) with the Gloria Gaynor to "I Will Survive." Seriously, an historic moment.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

10 things--topeka

Wow, Topeka. It was not a nice place. I felt dirty there. Here are my 10 things (albeit a little sarcastically).

1. I learned where the armpit of America is.
2. I became grateful for the revitalization of our downtown. Revitalization in downtown Topeka? Not so much.
3. I'm glad I didn't get a disease from the hotel I stayed in. At least I hope I didn't.
4. I learned that "luxury" means nothing in Topeka. The hotel was the "Senate Luxury Suites Hotel."
5. Said hotel is the self-proclaimed "best kept secret in Topeka." Good thing.
6. One interesting note is that Kansas has this weird toll road that goes across nearly the entire state. I paid $2 to drive about 45 miles.
7. The MD at my site there wrote a book about acid reflux. He gave me an autographed copy for free. Oh, the perks.
8. I appear to be popular with the bikers nationwide not just in Dallas.
9. I caught a slightly earlier flight home.
10. Come on, I can do ten...think! Um, the balcony was a nice respite from the room. The view was of the capitol. There was a storm abrewin' and it provided a cool breeze. There were no mosquitoes to bite me while I sat outside and read. And the storm didn't bring a tornado. Whew...that's ten.

I would have inserted a picture to proved the disgustingness of the hotel and one of the view if my computer hadn't died. My laptop battery is old and therefore keeps no charge at all. And now, just for fun, the spot where the plug inserts into the's broken. This is a dilemma. I could probably get it fixed but feel stupid sinking money into a computer when nowadays it's almost more worth it to buy a new one. But in 10 more months my company gives me a stipend for computer equipment. What timing. So not-so-great news to go with a not-so-great city.

a little disconcerting...

Having my job means getting emails like this:
Another helpful site regarding air security........

Aviation delays continue to occur throughout the United Kingdom and the United States in response to a possible plot to attack international flights. For up-to-the-minute security and travel information, please see Air Security International's World Watch ® Monitor site. This site is available to the public and can be accessed at
Very scary to think about another terrorist attack. Very annoying to me when people complain about extra security measures. Sometimes when I'm in line people complain about having to take off their shoes. I'd give you my shoes if that meant terrorists couldn't get on my plane. And I love my shoes...

I'm glad that most of my travel is now within Texas (even though I still fly to most of the places). I mean, I do like getting to see other places but would be really pissed if I died on a plane. My brother and I were talking about it the other day. I said I'd probably pass out at the first sign of trouble and would have no hopes of saving myself. He said, "Not me. I'd watch it till the bitter end."

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

100 things

Or "I never copied in school but am willing to start now" (hey, I guess that's a bonus one). You can see these lists on nearly every blog I read. Check theirs out, too, because they're fun. I will try my best not to copy from everyone else and to guarantee at least one thing that's new to each of you.

1. I have red hair. (Yeah, yeah...everyone knows I have red hair. Just wait, it will get better.)
2. For 28 years of my life I didn't know the answer to this question: "Where does your red hair come from?"
3. It comes from my paternal grandfather.
4. I was adopted not too long after birth.
5. Despite the red hair, I am not Irish.
6. I hated the red hair as a child but now see it as a trademark and am threatened when people don't think it's red.
7. I have one brother.
8. Even though he's five years older, I am the mature one and people often think I'm older (which freaked me out the first time I heard it).
9. To pick my name, my parents decided to draw names out of a hat. My mom put in a bunch of different names. My dad put in what is now my name a bunch of different times.
10. I like having a name that isn't weird but yet isn't too common.
11. My middle name is weird but I like it anyway.
12. My first pet was a poodle named Crystal.
13. I like big dogs best.
14. Currently my favorite dog is a crazy old Boxer named Roxanne (but she goes by Rocky, among other things).
15. I have no pets because I don't have my own home a good, secure fence and because I travel so much.
16. I hope to own my very first home before I turn 30. [I did! With 2 months to spare.]
17. I turn 30 in 6 months.
18. I expect I'll have some sort of breakdown at that time. [Not too bad.]
19. I dread the first time someone new asks me any question about my parents.
20. I don't necessarily tell them right away that both of them have died.
21. Even though that's sad, I feel compelled to include it on this list because it's part of who I am.
22. I consider myself a serious person even though I make lots of jokes.
23. I love San Francisco despite being treated horribly while I was there.
24. I miss working in psychology and working with children. [Now I volunteer with them. I did for a year.]
25. I'm still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
26. I do like my job.
27. I like traveling and working from home.
28. I like "historic" but not necessarily "old."
29. My favorite state besides Texas is Tennessee.
30. I love Texas country music (which is not the same as Nashville country).
31. Because of that, part of me feels a little bit like a sell out for loving Nashville.
32. One of my favorite things about going to the movies is the thawing feeling I get when I leave.
33. I also enjoy the first cold front. I love how I feel enveloped by the cool breeze.
34. I am phobic of roaches.
35. I have owned 3 cars in my life. [Now 4.]
36. Only the current one was purchased new, and I like it the least.
37. Within 5 hours of owning it, it was hailed on.
38. I have never had any piercings--even my ears.
39. But I have one tattoo.
40. I have never done any illegal drug.
41. I have never broken any bones.
42. I have dislocated a knee (both of them) 5 times.
43. I love running but can't because of those darn knees.
44. There was a time in college when I ran about 15 miles/week.
45. I still own my favorite pair of shorts from that time even though I doubt I'll ever be able to wear them again or have as good of legs as I had then.
46. Even though I'm thin I am not fit.
47. When I say I need to exercise it annoys me when people say I don't because I'm thin.
48. I live to eat.
49. I enjoy cooking but I love baking even more.
50. I make a mean creme brulee.
51. I have always loved reading.
52. When I was younger my mom and I would stay up very late reading in our separate rooms.
53. Whoever decided to go to bed first would yell out "good night" and the other person would yell "I'm just going to read one more chapter."
54. I am suddenly struck with the thought that I should make a list of 100 things about my mother.
55. I hate it when people first find out I'm adopted and ask if I know anything about my "real" parents.
56. I know tons about my real's the biological ones I know little about.
57. I am very organized. Maybe a little OCD.
58. I occasionally use psychology terms or work-related abbreviations I expect everyone to understand.
59. Unless you work in research, it's hard to understand what exactly it is I do as my job.
60. I am crafty.
61. I love to make cards and invitations.
62. People say I should start a business doing it but I'm afraid I would then end up hating it.
63. I'm good at interior decorating.
64. My grandmother told me that's what I should do when I grew up.
65. I was 5. She was maybe a little intuitive.
66. Almost every year growing up I had a Valentine-themed birthday party because my birthday is so close to it.
67. I hated it.
68. I often get bored with my hair.
69. I love makeover shows.
70. I not-so-secretly would love a makeover.
71. I sometimes wear houseshoes at work. I did this even before I worked from home.
72. I made it thru #70 before I had to stop and think about what else to list. (After finishing the list I went back and deleted some boring ones to add some more informative ones.)
73. I would one day like to own a nice, fancy globe.
74. I love music.
75. My iPod currently has 2,392 songs on it. Yet after a year of owning it, I still haven't transferred all my CDs over. [Still haven't...]
76. One of my favorite song lyrics ever is this one: Let your hair down. Wear something pretty. Don't you know how you make us both look good?
77. The only people I've ever lived with were my parents, my brother, my college roommate, and her old boyfriend. [And now The Husband.]
78. I played the flute for 7 years in school.
79. I was often first chair in music/band from Kindergarten thru my senior year of high school.
80. I started twirling in 1st grade and was a twirler in middle and high school.
81. I was often "teacher's pet" throughout school.
82. I miss having a "Will" to my "Grace."
83. I quote Friends way too much.
84. I adore Grey's Anatomy in part because of how much it stresses me out when I watch it.
85. I wish more people made comments on my blog.
86. Part of why I started blogging is because I feel like I've been doing a terrible job of keeping in touch with people.
87. I have many, many friends.
88. For that, I am very, very grateful.
89. I'm an Aggie and wear my ring everyday.
90. When I refer to being "in college" I mean A&M. When I'm talking about grad school I say "grad school" instead of college.
91. I've made a "Happy List" for 14 years that lists a bunch of random things that make me happy. [It's been way too long since I did this.]
92. I attended my 10 year high school reunion.
93. I would love to have 2 children one day.
94. I would love to look at them and see some family resemblance.
95. I think dating should not feel like so much work. [Yea for The Boyfriend Husband!]
96. When I was in elementary school I participated in Picture Memory and Music Memory in UIL (maybe that's where my culture started).
97. I have many close girlfriends. I like to keep one around from each phase of my life, it seems.
98. I wish I were at the beach somewhere.
99. I physically need to live near the water. When I don't, I yearn for it.
100. I am often multitasking.

[Additions made 20 Nov 2008. Changes again on 03 Oct 2009 out of boredom.]

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

working for the enemy?

I still have to write about my trip to Topeka. Believe me, you'd love to hear about it. It will have to wait, however, because I read something today that really bothered me. Apparently in a poll last year, people said that basically the most hated industries were big oil, tobacco, and pharmaceuticals.

Since I work in the pharmaceutical industry that makes me a little sad. I realize that meds cost a lot. I've experienced it when I've been in-between insurances. And I know that there are many people out there who have it worse off everyday than I do during those times. I wish drugs cost less for everyone. I definitely see places where some fat could be trimmed. Two jobs ago I would eat lunches brought in by drug reps (sometimes I'd stretch it out for 3 meals). I felt some guilt about this. They spent way too much money feeding people who had no decision-making powers whatsoever when it came to writing prescriptions. And why should companies educate doctors on these drugs over lunch? Why shouldn't the doctors want to keep up with new medication breakthroughs even without the perks? Our doctors then would have, I believe. I have met some doctors since who would probably kick a rep out the door if he didn't have so much as a doughnut to offer. Ok, so that's just one example of where money could be saved.

On the other hand, the price we pay for drugs on the market is also helping fund new research. Research is expensive. A company will get one marketable drug for about every 10,000 compounds created in a lab. And to get from point A to point B it takes about 15 years and nearly $2 billion. It's a crazy process. Couldn't we streamline that? Maybe. All I know is that I wouldn't want to take a drug that someone created in a lab somewhere that had never been tested. Or make the process easier to save a few dollars and end up having horrible consequences down the line.

I guess my point is this...the pharmaceutical industry also makes huge contributions to our society. Think of all the drugs we have out there. Think of all the vaccines and treatments available. Think about diseases that can be cured that were debilitating or fatal in years past. I don't think it's an industry that deserves to be lumped into the same category as big oil and tobacco.

What do you think? New poll question...

Friday, August 04, 2006

the big d

I'm not a fan of Dallas. I have a theory that Houstonians do not like people from Dallas (who I hear call themselves Texans, just Texans, but I heard that from a dumb guy so who knows) and vice versa. I went there on a day trip yesterday for work. It does not get a list. I cannot think of 10 Things... The one good thing is that now I can go on my visits without supervision. Here's the rest of the story...

The day started with the alarm clock going off at 4:40. AM. I like to sleep in to maybe 8:30 or 9 if I have no where to be. If I have to get up early for work I can. However, getting up before 5 is inhumane I think. Add to that the inability to fall asleep/stay asleep the night before. If I fall asleep now, I'll get 4 hours of sleep. Now, 3 and a half hours...

So bright and early--no, make that dark and early--I'm up and driving to the airport. I time myself. It takes 25 minutes. I remember the moment during my interview for this job where the boss' boss (who does not live in Houston and my bet is that she has also never been to the small suburb in which I dwell) told me I was wrong about how long it took me to get to both airports from my home. Just for the record, I'm not wrong. I've driven the routes a few times in the last 14 months.

I fly Southwest. The unassigned seats and the subsequent lines that form pre-boarding irritate me about Southwest. Or they used to. I realized yesterday how to work the system. You get in line after a cute boy. You then have the "freedom" that Southwest offers to sit next to the cute boy. My flight was kind of slim pickins so I sat by So-So Boy. It was more about the realization than the actual boy this time.

Things were going well. I got in a little reading and a little nap. When I stepped back into the airport in Dallas, coffee was awaiting me. I have an hour to get to my site that the internet assures me is only 17 minutes away. I take time to do last minute prep work and enjoy the coffee. I saunter to get a cab (which I hate doing--getting the cab, not sauntering), leaving about 40 minutes for the cabby to get me to my destination.

Old Man Cabby (which you can spell either "cabby" or "cabbie"--I looked it up) could not hear me the first time I said the address. Ok. That should have been a sign. I continue to talk saying things like "I think it's off of LBJ" and "it's in such-and-such Professional Plaza." OMC says he needs the address. I repeat the address. He drives off. I assume he knows where he's going.

I forget to ask if he takes credit cards. I rifle through my purse and find $22. Ok, I could probably make it on that. We're driving around not getting on any freeway but seemingly have a destination in mind. When we get to where he thinks we should be we slow down. To about 3 mph. On the street. People honk. After maybe a half mile of the slow driving OMC pulls into a parking lot to figure out where we are and how to get where I need to be. I'm supposed to be there in 10 minutes at this point. He pulls out the map. He chuckles a few times. He says he thought the place was over here. Really? I thought we were just going the scenic route. In Dallas. Scenic... The meter now says $21.45 or something and I ask if he takes credit cards. He does. He also turns off the meter.

We get back on the road where I proceed to get attention from a biker.

We get on the freeway. Things are looking good. Even though I'm late, I'm not stressed. Until we exit the freeway. And are on the feeder road. And we just stop. On. The. Feeder. Stopped. Stopped right next to a driveway to a parking lot that he does not pull into. There, stopped on the feeder, he proceeds to again pull out the map. After the first car swerves to avoid hitting us and honks, OMC does not pull into the drive. He turns on his hazards. He does not just glance at the map. He's again trying to figure out where he went wrong. I try to remain calm. I try to tell myself I'm not going to die in a cab. I try to remain limp so that when we get rear-ended by someone going 60 off the freeway exit I will minimize resistance. I have a brief vision of being impaled by my laptop that is in the trunk behind me. Miraculously, we don't die. He figures out (again) where we're going and we are off.

We finally make it to the office. He apologizes profusely. He charges me $20. I do not tip. I think to myself that if I were to make a "10 Things--Dallas" list it would include "being alive" and not just because I couldn't think of anything better to put on it.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

chelsea clinton

So I ran across this site yesterday. I tried it. And, yes, apparently of all celebrities I look like Chelsea Clinton. Our facial characteristics match something like 63%. Is this before or after her alleged plastic surgery? offense, Chelsea, but I'm not finding it a compliment. Curious as to who the runners-up were?

Jessica Alba (now that would be a compliment)
Michelle Rodriguez (um, ok)
Eva Longoria(seriously, I'm in no way Hispanic...or that hot)
LL Cool J (a black man?!)
Sarah Ferguson
Alyson Hannigan

At least the last two have red hair. Oh, and are women.

What celebrity do you look like?

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

for andrew

I have lived with my brother for the majority of the past year. First, he moved in with me in my tiny apartment. I'd tell you the square feet but I never measured. One bedroom, one bath, kitchen, living room. All of small dimensions except the bedroom where I could squeeze in an office. And, after he moved in, a clothes rack. He slept on the couch.

You know when you are taking part in a not-so-original interview and the interviewer asks you how your friends would describe you? My bet is (1) smart, (2) funny, and (3) independent. #3 does not bode well for living with another human being--any human being--in that small of an apartment. Even worse, I hadn't lived with anyone since my favorite roommate, angelq, in 1998. (Wow, that's scary--1998. I may be getting old.) Add to that, the stress of selling your family home, my recent job change, his recent job change and move to "town." Needless to say, there was some adjustment that needed to happen.

One of the things that freaked me out about that is that if I had to be roommates with anyone, it would be my brother. He's a nice guy. He's handy. I've known him for years and we've put that crazy childhood stuff behind us for the most part and are very close now. But if I was having a hard time living with him, how could I ever expect to live with, say, a husband? Yeah, well, maybe one day we'll have to see how that goes.

After five months of living together in that tiny apartment, I got about a month break. Then moved into his house with him and have been here ever since. The additional space makes it nicer. He can keep his room and bathroom as messy as he wants because, get this, I don't have to go in there. This was not the case with my living room and my own bedroom in the apartment.

Anyway, here are the things that get on my nerves but somehow manage to deal with sans yelling (at least most of the time):

1. Leaving 9,000 pairs of shoes in the living room.
2. The inability to shut cabinet doors, push chairs in, or vacuum.
3. Buying super cheap trash bags that tend to tear if something sharp goes in them (like a cotton ball).
4. Sunday morning car show marathon on TV.
5. and, um, that's about it.

I would hate to see his list about me... Really, for the most part I think he's a cohabitator and maybe I'm getting to be just a little bit myself.

If anyone wants to share their horror stories, feel free to do so. More than likely your roommate doesn't read this. And there's always the option to be "Anonymous."

Little note: Welcome new blogger, Cheryl, to the list of heroes. She will no doubt add some excitement, entertainment, and intelligence to the world of blogging.

Exciting news tidbit #2: AT&T came today. There are 2 phone lines in the office. The only thing that concerns me is that when I have the phone plugged into the fax line and try to call it, it doesn't ring. I get a dial tone and can call out on it, though. close.