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HOMEOWNER=ME [Jul. 14th, 2008|01:32 pm]
[mood | jubilant]

WE BOUGHT A HOUSE!!!  Andy and I are proud new homeowners.  We don't close till the middle of August, but the contract is settled and it is ours all the same.  Here's a link for you to check it out: http://www.realtor.com/realestate/st+louis-mo-63128-1097644653/  I'm sooo excited to start decorating and painting and even doing some yard work.  (Being a homeowner makes you totally boring, apparently.)  Once it is all put together, it will be party time!  So get excited!

Here's some more stuff I wanted to write about from the past couple weekends - I just had to put the housing news in there first!

New favorite fireworks watching spot: the East side, baby!  We watched the fireworks on the Fourth from the Casino Queen - got to see a lot of great people, had a nice view, and easy parking!  Thank you to Cyndi for organizing the party!

Saturday and Sunday (the 5th and 6th) Andy and I took advantage of my having Saturday off and went to Nashville.  We saw the Hermitage (Andrew Jackson's home) - it was apparently their busiest day of the year, and we had to wait outside for over an hour to get in, but I think it was worth it.  We also went to the Grand Ole Opry Museum, which was pretty interesting.  We had dinner at the Convention Center, and walked around there for a while, which sounds lame until I tell you that they have this courtyard that they've planted and decorated to look like a jungle, with waterfalls and different paths and walkways - it's very lovely, and I suggest going there if you're in Nashville.  Bonus points to Nashville for being an easy city to navigate in.

I dyed my hair blonde this weekend.  Well.  I tried to dye my hair blonde.  Parts of it are blonde, but most of it is kind of light orange.  Andy says he likes it, and I have gotten a compliment or two at work, but I think I am going to go back to Walgreens and see if I can find some more bleach to get it all the way blonde.  Any suggestions on what to do if you've dyed your hair orange are welcome and appreciated.

Andy and I leave this Thursday for Cozumel, Mexico.  Who is excited?  *points thumbs at herself*  This guy!  I have one day blocked out for visiting Mayan ruins, and the other six for drinking on the beach.  You have to have your priorities straight, you know.

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reason #256 why I love my husband [Jun. 17th, 2008|10:49 pm]
[mood | happy]

Tonight I asked Andy what he wanted for dinner.  He asked for green bean casserole, which is very easy to make.  Unfortunately, the milk was bad and so we couldn't do that.  (I offered to go to the store and get new milk, but he said no, which was good cause I didn't really want to go to the store.)

He decided he wasn't hungry and went back to watching TV, so I went in the kitchen to make myself some dinner.  While I was cooking (a delicious rice/red pepper/onion/shrimp feast!) he came in and looked at the pantry.  He then said, "I know this is going to sound weird, but will you just make me some stuffing?"  I said of course (since that is pretty much the easiest thing to make ever), and that it wasn't strange - I ate that for dinner a lot in college.  Apparently so did he.

When the stuffing was finished (all of five minutes later), I brought him the pan and a fork and said I'd get him a bowl, but that I always used to eat it from the pan, and would he like to do that too?  He said he would prefer it that way.

He even put the leftovers away and put the pan in the dishwasher.

And that is why I love my baby.
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life is hard, but it's really hard if you're stupid [May. 29th, 2008|05:34 pm]
[Current Location |Louisiana Purchase]
[mood | frustrated]

Just now at work, Laura (my least favorite but most amusing coworker) was looking at the marbles and noticed there was candy stuck to two of them.  (I don't know exactly how that happened...all I can say is unattended children are awesome.)

Laura: I'm going to kill two birds with one stone, and go to the bathroom and clean the candy off these marbles.
Me: Ok.
Laura: Do you think that would be a good idea?
Me: Sure, that sounds great.
Laura: Cause they need to be cleaned off...maybe with soap and water?  I'm going to go do that now.
Me: Go for it.
Laura: Do you think that would be the best way?  With soap and water?  I don't know...
Me: Soap and water are fine.
Laura: Maybe I should use something else?  Or maybe soap and water?  What do you think?
Me: We don't have other cleaning products, so soap is your only option.
Laura: Oh, Aimee, I can never tell when you're being sarcastic!
Me: I'm not being sarcastic.  All we have is soap.
Laura: I know.  I don't know, do you want me to clean them?
Me: I don't want you to stand there arguing with yourself about it for the next ten minutes.
(Laura makes a face at me and then wanders off to the bathroom for twenty minutes.)
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WEDDING!!! [May. 21st, 2008|03:31 pm]
[Current Location |Missouri History Museum]
[mood | happy]

Hello, I am married!  Spectacular!  I had a wonderful time, thanks in no small part to my lovely bridesmaids, Vanessa and Cyndi, and my family.  Andy also ran around all day getting things set up, so thanks are due to him as well.  I'm so glad that everyone could come who did, and it sounds like everyone had a great time, which makes me very happy.

The wedding ceremony went off with only a couple minor hitches: there was a little mixup with the music, and then Matt couldn't get the aisle runner to roll out correctly, so Andy had to get out his knife to help.  I always make fun of him for carrying a knife everwhere, but I'll stop now.  I also was crying on the way down the aisle (rather loudly at one point) and had to stop the ceremony to blow my nose.  I was told that the aisle runner incident was funny, and I choose to find the crying bit charming.

Though most of the reception is a blur, I did have a fantastic time.  I'm glad that everyone got to eat, drink, dance, and be merry.  I'm told the food was good - I didn't get a chance to eat much, but I had some of the leftovers and they tasted delicious.  It was all very exhausting, but it was great to talk to so many people, hear so many compliments, see everyone having fun, and just in general be the center of attention.

I won't give you all the details of the wedding night, but I will tell you that the hotel was beautiful, and the room had a jacuzzi tub, which we took full advantage of the next morning.  We also walked to Union Station and had lunch at Landry's (delicious!).

So far, married life is treating me very well.  We have lots of fantastic new gifts (most of which we don't plan to open until we move into a new house), and a lot of money to put in the bank and use to buy a new house.  Andy is even more attentive and loving than usual, and it's good to know that Caligula is finally legitimate.  Next on the list: finding a house.  Maybe soon I will throw another party, only this time it will be a housewarming one.

Thank you to everyone for coming and for having such a wonderful time.  I would like to say I'll do it again sometime, but I won't!  One of you will just have to get married instead.

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library! [Apr. 9th, 2008|06:39 pm]
[Current Location |machacek (li-berry!)]
[mood | excited]
[music |journey - don't stop believin'!]

 I'm typing this from the library, because my internet doesn't work at my house, because Charter=suck.  However, they are coming to fix the internet this weekend, plus they are giving us all the movie channels for free because they acknowledge that they=suck.

But what is more exciting is that I'm at the library.  I haven't been to a library since college, and I haven't had a library card since high school.  However, I am now the proud new owner of a library card.  I forgot how exciting it was to have pretty much any book you want for free!  Also libraries are just nice places to be, as far as I'm concerned.  hello i am a huge dork  Plus, the library is only a couple blocks from my house, so I walked here.  I never walk anywhere and that is why I have a fat ass so I think this is a good thing.  It is at the top of a hill that I remember as being extremely daunting - turns out hills appear steeper when you are seven, compared to when you are twenty-five.

Thank you for everyone who came to my birthday party!  I had a fantastic time.  It was the best silver jubilee ever.  (Take that, Queen Victoria.)

The Chicago bachelorette party is on.  I am excited!  If I emailed you and you haven't gotten back to me, please let me know if you can come!

I should probably get to looking up the books I meant to come here and get (or request) and then get back home before it storms.  Did you know it is supposed to snow on Saturday?  Missouri, I know you are all about the crazy weather, and you want to live up to your reputation and all, but take a night off or something, willya?
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Parties of Interest [Mar. 19th, 2008|08:31 pm]
[Current Location |scanlan]
[mood | excited]

My silver anniversary (25th birthday) is coming up!  I'm throwing myself a bowling party to celebrate.  The party's Friday, March 28th, at 7:00.  We're meeting at my place for drinks, walking down the street to the bowling alley, and then back here for more fun!  I sent an evite to everyone whose email address I had, but if you didn't get one, let me know your email address.

I'm having an in-town bachelorette party on Saturday, April 12th.  My plan is to meet at my house, and then head out from there to the bar(s).  I'm open to suggestions on where we go.  Also, if anyone is willing to play designated driver, please let me know.  I and all the other drunk ladies will be forever in your debt.

Also in the works is a trip to Chicago for an out-of-town bachelorette party.  Right now I'm looking at one of the last two weekends in April (April 18-21 or April 25-28).  We'll leave Friday after work (around 5:30), and come back on Monday afternoon.  I'm not looking to stay in a fancy hotel, so that won't be expensive (and of course we'll put as many people in a room as possible), and between a lot of people, gas won't be either.  Let me know if you think you could go, and if you have a preference on which weekend.

(edit: per Vanessa's comment, I've adjusted the dates to reflect this year's calendar.  Sorry for any confusion.)

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we could drive out to the dunes tonight... [Feb. 4th, 2008|07:58 pm]
[Current Location |columbia lakes]
[mood | accomplished]
[music |hannity and colmes :(]

Cause summer's almost here.  Or it feels like it, anyway.  I do love the nice weather, but it reminds me how much I wished I lived somewhere where it was like this all the time.  Maybe someday.  Keep your fingers crossed that once Andy takes the Foreign Service exam, he'll get assigned somewhere warm and beautiful.

Speaking of Andy, he has pneumonia.  "Walking pneumonia," as the doctor called it, but pneumonia nonetheless.  He's got antibiotics and cough syrup with codeine now, so he should be good to go in a few days.  I'm concerned that I'm going to get it next.  I wouldn't mind the time off work, I suppose, but we really don't have enough people that I can be gone for days at a time.

So far, I just have a little bit of a cough, but it only shows up about once an hour so I'm not getting worried yet.  I was feeling pretty nasty earlier (headache, achy, and exhausted), but I took some aspirin, and made myself move around and eat some dinner.  I feel much better now.  I'll go to bed early and count on my body to keep the world safe for democracy fight off the illness. 

We're moving at the end of the month, and I'm trying to cut down on all the stuff I have cause I don't feel like moving it.  Andy called a couple moving companies to get estimates so we wouldn't have to, but apparently to move one apartment's worth of stuff 20 miles will cost about $600.  For that, I'll carry my own boxes.  Today I went through another box out of the closet and threw away about half the things in it.  I also went through the bathroom cabinets and threw away all the old nail polish, bubble bath, and things like that.

I also made cookies today.  I call them pneumonia chocolate chip.  Maybe tomorrow I'll make consumption gooey butter.  I would offer you some but they mess up your lungs.

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another letter to my esteemed coworkers [Feb. 4th, 2008|12:01 am]
[mood | bitchy]

Girl who I work with every Saturday: I am a little bit afraid that you read my last entry, as you have started brushing, and at times even styling your hair.  However, great job - your hair is looking very nice these days.
Since you're (maybe?) reading this, I'd like to point out another issue: please stop telling me disturbing stories about your messed up family.  A 30 minute monologue about your mother's four (or was it five?) marriages is not only none of my business, but also uninteresting.

Security guy #1: You seem to have noticed that whenever you come in, I don't make any effort to make conversation with you (and believe me, it is an effort to do so).  You seem to take the hint most days, and do not stand around the counter staring at me.  Thank you.

Security guy #2: I finally got sick of you whining about being tired, and told you to either drink more coffee or get more sleep.  Since then, when I ask how you are, you respond with "fine" or "good" and leave it at that.  Thank you to you as well.

Security woman #1: You didn't ask me about clip earrings last time you came in, so bonus points to you.  However, loss of all your bonus points for telling me we should carry perfume and purses in the store.  Ok, no problem.  How about shoes?   Maybe clothes?  What the hell, let's stock some groceries too.  THIS IS NOT THE MALL

Customers: Another note.  Please stop telling me about your (or your friends') health problems.  I don't want to hear about your experiences with menopause, your broken arm, or your friend's exploding intestines.  (I am not kidding on the last one.  I actually was "treated" to a 20 minute story about how some woman's friend didn't have a "BM" (who says "BM?") for 10 days, finally went to the doctor, and found out her intestines had exploded.  Then she died.  DISGUSTING.)  I do not know you.  Why are you telling me such personal (and at times revolting) stories?  Stop it.

To the guy going to the Obama rally: I certainly do not mind if you want to flip through some of the books to see if they interest you.  However, this is not a library, and taking books out of their shrink wrap and then sitting on the floor to read them is unacceptable.  Other people probably want to browse that section, but can't, as you have spread your backpack and various personal items all over the floor.
I heard you tell your friend over the phone that you were planning to stay until you had to leave for the Obama rally at 7, but unfortunately for you we close at 5, and my coworker is not interested in staying a minute past then.  I forgave her all her weird stories about her family when she went charging over to throw your inconsiderate ass out.  Just because of you, I may vote for Hillary.
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a letter to the people at work [Jan. 19th, 2008|04:23 pm]
[Current Location |not the zoo, art museum, or botanical gardens]
[mood | bitchy]

 Girl who I work with every Saturday: a loudly whined "It's soooo cold!" while making a face is not an acceptable greeting.  Acceptable greetings fall along the lines of "hello," or "good morning," are generally spoken in a pleasant tone of voice, and generally inspire more feelings of goodwill in the person being greeted and thus a more positive response.  Also: why is your hair never brushed?  Your clothes are usually fairly put-together, so I am confused why you consistently sport the just-got-out-of-bed look from the neck up.  Someone needs to buy you a brush and some mascara.

Security guy #1: I appreciate that you always want to talk to me, but you are an extremely poor conversationalist.  It is not fair play to start a conversation, then stop responding to the other person, but still stand in front of the desk so customers can't approach.  Also: it makes people uncomfortable when you tell them stories about how you got hit by a car 30 years ago and you are "celebrating" the anniversary of said event.

Security guy #2: You are constantly whining about being tired.  You either need to 1) get some sleep, or 2) drink some coffee.  Everyone is tired sometimes.  You are not special.  I suspect you are trying to make people think you are a very busy, happening person.  Unfortunately, you ruin this effort by spending half your time wandering the gift shop; hardly the mark of a busy, hardworking person.

Security woman #1: No, we do not have any clip earrings, other than the two pairs I've shown you the past five times you came in.  The reason we do not get new ones in is because everyone else has their ears pierced.  I would also like to explain to you the purpose of our hold shelf.  The hold shelf is for items that you intend to purchase at a date in the near future.  It is not for items that you think are pretty but have no intention of buying.  That is what the normal shelves are for.

Customers: This is the History Museum.  We are not the Art Museum, or the Science Center, or even the Zoo.  If you are looking for a painting, dinosaur bones, or a three-toed sloth, you are in the wrong place.  Please do not get upset when we do not carry merchandise related to the other places in the park.  If we did that, we wouldn't have room for any history-related merchandise, and then you would get mad because you couldn't find a book on that one general who fought in that one war, you know, with the horse? 

Customers (again): I understand that you have never before purchased clothing, and therefore have absolutely no idea what size shirt you wear.  The best way to figure it out now is probably to unfold the shirts one by one and hold them up to yourself.  Start with whatever size you want.  No need to start with a small just because you're 5' and 100 pounds.  Try an XXL.  It might fit.  And if you're going to unfold all the shirts on the table, please try to do so as close to closing time as you can.  I was hoping I'd get to stay late and pretend to be your mother.
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I would like to thank... [Jan. 14th, 2008|03:51 pm]
[mood | thankful]

-The mom and her little boy in the apartment parking lot.  Mom, you put an absolutely adorable knit hat (complete with ball on top and ear flaps) on your already cute kid.  Kid, you said something to me, so I waved and said "hi," and you waved and said hi back.  I <3 babies.

-My landlady.  When I came in to explain that Andy really had put the rent in the drop box on time, and that he was happy to write another check, but that we didn't think we deserved the late fee, you took the time to look through a list of all your deposits, check your computer, and even look around on the floor under the drop box.  When you couldn't find it, you just took the new check, said you'd call if you found the other one, and (most importantly) appeared genuinely concerned about the situation.

-My dog.  You let me sleep until noon and didn't make a mess in the kitchen.  You've been pretty good at amusing yourself today, and now you are even taking a nap.  This is far preferable to your usual activity, barking at me, which is especially important because barking would really harsh my buzz.
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pocket-based worldview [Jan. 5th, 2008|06:40 pm]
[mood | mellow]
[music |TV!]

 In no particular order, here are some things you should know:

1.  The Moolah Theatre (http://www.stlouiscinemas.com/moolah/) is one of the coolest places in StL to see a movie.  They have a bar, and you can take your drinks into the theatre, where you can sit on comfy couches and watch the movie.  There is also a bowling alley downstairs.  Bonus points to Kristen for introducing me to it.

2.  Sweeney Todd is not as cool as everyone says it is.  At least not to me or Andy.  However, everyone else seems to think it is the best thing going, so maybe you should still check it out?

3.  Fidel Castro is dead.  Think about it.  When was the last time you heard about him?  He has been dead for a while, but Cuba doesn't want to say anything until after the next presidental election in the U.S., because they are hoping someone less war-happy gets elected.  If they say something now, they're afraid Bush will invade Cuba.  You wait and see.

4.  I am voting for Mike Gravel for President.  You should too.  This is why: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rZdAB4V_j8&feature=related

5.  Jurassic Park (the greatest movie ever) came out 15 years ago.  (If that doesn't make you feel old, I don't know what will.)  Yahoo users rated it a B+, thus proving that the internet is full of dumb.

6.  Sharks attack people because they want some ice cream.  Sharks would buy their own ice cream, but they don't have any pockets, so they don't bother getting a job and earning some money, because where would they put it?  If sharks had pockets, they could buy their own ice cream, and they'd stop attacking people.  Theresa is going to go back to school and work on making pockets for sharks.  She will be a hero.
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these dreams go on when I close my eyes [Jan. 5th, 2008|06:28 pm]
[mood | confused]

The other night I dreamt that I was dating Vanessa's friend Tony, so I was moving in to his two-bedroom house with him.  Shortly after I moved in, this woman shows up with a baby, and explains to me that it's Tony's baby, and while she has no designs on Tony, she thinks it would be best for the baby if she lived in the same house as Tony.  Since she and I were getting along so well, and since it would be better for the kid, I said, sure, baby mama, you can move in and live in the other bedroom.

Then Vanessa shows up, and she too would like to move in.  After all, she lived with me before, and we got along great, and she and Tony are good friends, so how can this go wrong?  I fail to see any flaws in her logic and tell her sure, she can move in with the baby mama.

A day or two later (still in the dream) I wake up, go to take a shower, and there is no hot water, as my two new roommates have used it all.  I realize that this arrangment is not going to work at all, and go to inform Vanessa and the baby mama that they are going to have to get the hell out.  I woke up before I could talk to them, though.
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hit the engine, but she ain't turning [Dec. 20th, 2007|05:07 pm]
[Current Location |the apratment :(]
[mood | cabin fever!]
[music |sleepy doggie]

My car is broken.  Sad Christmas!  I was leaving K-Mart on Lemay Ferry last night, and as I got onto 255, I kept hearing this snapping noise (like a baseball card in bike spokes).  Then my battery warning light came on, my temperature gauge started going up, and the car started pulling to the left.  By the time I made it to the next exit and into a parking lot, I'd lost power steering entirely.  Under my hood looked fine, but smelled like burning...so I looked under the car, and there was a belt hanging down.  Now, I am no mechanic, but I am pretty sure all the belts are supposed to be wrapped around things, not broken and dragging on the ground.

I called Mom (who luckily works very nearby), she came and got me, and also called the towing company and had the car towed to my parents' house.  Dad looked at it, and found out that not only did I need a new serpentine belt, but that a pulley (?) is broken, and my front brakes need to be replaced.  My dad is excellent, though, and says he can fix it all tomorrow (with my help).  (Another reason my dad is excellent: I was explaining what happened to him over the phone, and when I got to the part where I was looking under the car, he says "And you saw a broken belt about 3/4" wide, with teeth on one side and smooth on the other?"  Which is exactly what I saw.)

All this means that I missed work today, and will miss it tomorrow.  I feel bad, because we're doing inventory this week, and they need all the help they can get...but I'm going to call Susan (my boss) and offer to come in early on Saturday and count before the store opens.  On the other hand, I am not all that upset that I don't have to go to work and deal with Christmas shoppers.

Dad also brought up the good point that my car is ten years old with 100,000 miles, and while it is a great car, the next 100,000 miles will probably mean increasing amounts of repair work, and if I want to be a "responsible career woman" I might want to consider getting a newer car.  Not that I am Shelia Corporate or anything, but there are only so many of us at work and it's more of a problem when one person isn't there.  Plus, if I am going to buy a car, I should probably start thinking about it now, rather than in the next few years when we are looking to buy houses and have babies.  (All this maturity may be too much for me.  Does anyone want to run away to Mexico and have endless spring break?)

Anyway, doing anything on Friday night isn't going to work, but maybe Saturday night?  Or Sunday?  I'm a little tired of being Shelia Lonelypants and would like to go out once my car functions again.
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woke up this morning, the house was cold [Dec. 17th, 2007|09:54 pm]
[Current Location |columbia lakes]
[mood | lonely]
[music |a sad doggie]

So Andy just left for Vegas/San Diego.  He'll be there until Christmas Eve.  I guess it is pretty co-dependent of me, but I hate it when he leaves.  When I was in college, I was always psyched when my roomate(s) would be gone and I would have the place to myself, but it isn't as exciting in this case.  It's still nice and everything, but lonely too.

The dog is confused as well.  He keeps going up to the door and sniffing it.  (No, he doesn't have to go out - I just took him.)  He is a good dog, though, cause he noticed me crying a little (I told you, co-dependent) and he got on my lap and licked my face.

I also don't like it when Andy's on vacation, because then I feel like I should be on vacation.  I think, "oh, time to go pack!  Tomorrow I will be on a flight to fun!"  It is a disappointment to remember I have to go to work tomorrow instead.  Really, it is just a disappointment to know I have to go to work at all.  But that is another post.

I guess I am pretty lame and you are probably sick of reading this.  I am going to go take a Darvocet so I can go to sleep.  If you're free this weekend you should let me know so we can go out and have good times.  I am especially looking at you kids who were not in town last weekend.

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(no subject) [Dec. 1st, 2007|12:50 pm]
[Current Location |work]

"Years ago, before the store moved to this location, you had postcards with Charles Lindbergh standing in front of his plane.  Do you still have that?"
"No, I don't think we do, but let me check on the postcard rack for you...no, I'm sorry, we don't have that postcard."
"You don't?!"
"No, we don't.  If we did, it would be here on the rack."
"So you don't have it?"
"No, I'm sorry."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes.  We don't have it.  I'm sorry."
*heavy sigh*

That is a conversation I just had with a customer.  I get about five customers a day who use the phrase "years ago, you had..." and then they try to describe some kind of merchandise.  This guy is the first one who gave me an attitude because he thought I was lying to him.

Also, here is a tip: if you are looking for a particular book, try to know the title of the book.  This is another conversation I have a lot:

"Do you have that one book on St. Louis?"
"We have about 100 books on St. Louis; do you know the title of the book you're looking for?"
"No, I don't know that...I think it was written by a guy named John."
"Unfortunately we don't have our books listed by author (at this point they usually get angry that we can't look up every book by 'John') but maybe you can tell me what the book's about?"
"It's about St. Louis!  You know, the history of it."
"Here is our section on St. Louis.  Good luck!"

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i'm getting paid to do this [Dec. 1st, 2007|09:46 am]
[Current Location |history museum]
[mood | bored]

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Christmas Party! [Nov. 27th, 2007|07:35 pm]
[Current Location |columbia lakes]
[music |the history channel]

Cyndi mentioned a Thanksgiving/Christmas party a couple weeks ago, and while obviously it's past Thanksgiving, I still think it's a good idea to have a Christmas party.  I volunteer to have it at my place, if everyone else volunteers to come.  :)

Rather than trying to organize a secret Santa thing, I think it would be easier if everyone brought three $5 presents and we played rob your neighbor.  I think that will be easier, and that way everyone gets not just one, but three presents!

I'd prefer to have the party on a Saturday night, but I don't care which one.  Your options are December 8, 15, 22, and 29.  Let me know which one is best for you, or if there is one that absolutely won't work.
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vicious sarcasm + disgusting hedonist = me [Nov. 3rd, 2007|03:44 pm]
[Current Location |missouri history museum]
[mood | bored]
[music |fox theatre exhibit]

What obsolete skill are you?

You are 'French'. In the nineteenth century, it was the international language of diplomacy. It is a 'beautiful' language, meaning that it is really just a low-fidelity copy of Latin.You know the importance of communicating 'diplomatically', which for you means both being polite and friendly when necessary and using sophisticated, vicious sarcasm when appropriate. Your life is guided by either existentialism or nihilism, depending on the weather. You have a certain appreciation for the finer things in life, which is a diplomatic way of saying that you are a disgusting hedonist. Your problem is that French has been obsolete for a long time.
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taking a page from Vanessa's journal [Oct. 22nd, 2007|01:32 pm]
[mood | angry]

Last night Andy and I were watching the Republican presidential candidates' debate.  Rudy Giuliani was explaining how we have to take the right actions towards Iran.  To illustrate what the "right actions" are, he gave this example:

And I think our taking a strong position here would be similar to the difference between Ronald Reagan and Jimmy Carter, when he was dealing with Iran.  Jimmy Carter had hostages for 444 days. In one hour, the Iranians released the hostages. And they saw something different in Ronald Reagan's eyes than in Jimmy Carter's eyes.

They did not "see something different" in Reagan's eyes, so much as they saw him offer them weapons in exchange for the hostages!  Damn that Jimmy Carter, and damn his not wanting to sell arms to terrorists.

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homecoming?! [Oct. 16th, 2007|07:46 pm]
[mood | excited]

Who is going to Truman's homecoming?  I am!  Probably you already have some plans for while you're up there, but I wanted to get a list of who all was coming in the hopes that we could all get together at some point.

Andy and I probably won't get up there until 9 or 10ish on Friday night, and will just be going over to the DX house (I don't know if there's a party planned or not), so I don't know if that's a good night for plans.  However, lunch on Saturday, or pre-partying on Saturday (cause I'm assuming people already have party plans) sound like good ideas to me.
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