According to MasterCard I deserve more credit, now only if they can forward that memo to my supervisors at work. I've been busily doing "stuff I can't divulge" all week for a "government entity I probably shouldn't name" all for the sake of the 8-to-5er ritual. Ho-hummm....
I've was down with an illness for a bit. A little of sore throatiness, and back achiness, and some cough-cough. But feeling better now I think. For awhile I was speculating that I was in need of having my tonsils removed. Tonsils? Do I have more than one? Is it one of those words that seem plural but really isn't? The English language escapes me these days. The more Spanish I learn, the more I'm pushed back into Visaya (one of the dialects used in the Philippines) because it's so close to Spanish, the more I forget my Engrish. Que lastima! Well, I'm hoping in the end I atleast master one out of three.
I digress. I was in the middle of building my excuse for why I haven't blogged much lately. Well, the bottom line - I've been busy and sick. I know, however, that I have plenty of online stalkers to appease. I know because I've gotten your emails. One in particular I consider a special stalker, you know who you are, and you don't have to email me because I know who you are. I know you've gone through my blog all the way back to my October 2006 posts. So you should have read something about me tracking IP addresses of all my online visitors. I am a clever little monkey.
I digress a lot, but no harm done, the excuse has been made and now I can blog about trivial stuff. I have created a Wednesday night ritual with Carla and Antoinette that involves Japanese cuisine, Sake (of course), and a night out. Which have lead to the Thursday morning ritual of forcing myself to get out of bed to get to work. The fun doesn't really happen until around 11:30am on Thursdays when my eyes get chinkier than usual and I play a game of "How Much Longer Can I Stay Awake". This game requires a lot of coffee, and frequent visits to the ladies room. So far I think I'm winning, and I believe the motivation comes from the fear of losing my job lest someone happens by me sleeping on my desk.
Ah, today would have been a great day to play that game because I got an interesting email that was to me an equivalent to four grande cafe au'laits. I will cut and paste but omit any personal info, because you know, the stalkers are here.
Thought you'd find this funny. From the photographer.
Congrats on your new house! I know you guys must be excited.
Ah, Wichita...and fickle? Hmmmm... Why ask? Well because I thought that she was gorgeous and I have a Friend who I'm always on the look out for.
Thanks. I'll be in touch soon,
XXXXXX
On 6/1/07, XXXXXX < XXXXXX @ XXXXXX.com> wrote:
>That's fine. Not an issue. We've been trying to get packed up >lately anyway (closing on our house on the 11th!). > >Jen lives in Wichita. She is semi-single . . . it depends on the >day. :) > >Just curious, but why do you ask? > >Becky > > > >From: " XXXXXX " < XXXXXX @ XXXXXX.com> > >To: " XXXXXX " < XXXXXX @ XXXXXX.com> > >Subject: Re: Wedding Photo Update > >Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2007 10:19:02 -0500 > > > >Hi Becky! > > > >I just wanted to give you a quick update and tell you that I plan on > >having all of your photos ready for viewing by the end of this > >weekend. We have been swamped lately and I truly apologize for the > > >delay. > > > >As a side note, I wanted to ask you about one of your bridesmaids - > >Jennifer. Is she single? Does she live locally or in Kansas? > > > > > >ttys, > > > > > > XXXXXX
Yay! I'm gorgeous...oooh! I always knew there was a reason for why no one pays attention to me. They can't look at me in fear of falling madly in love with my beauty and forever being a slave to my whims.
My little side note:
I'm not "one of (the) bridesmaids" I was the maid of honor.
I am not semi-single depending on the day, I am semi-single depending on who asks.
The latter point does not mean I'm fickle, if anything it's a sign that I am to please.
Becky, change your last name on your email, don't do a Michelle and keep your maiden name on there FOREVER.
Michelle, if you're reading this - do like I just told Becky to do.
Always some house keeping to be done it seems, taking care of odds and ends like friends doing their wifely duties and completing name changes. Wanna take a break? Here's a clip of Marilyn Manson to dumb you down a bit, and make you eager for more reading.
Yeah, huh? Did he/she even create complete sentences during that bit? And sure, no one is going to jump up and defend Firecrotch Lohan right now, but who the hell still cares what this creep has to say? Yes, no one, that's why we are moving on.
You know what's cool. My pink balls. Yes, the other Jennifer has already mentioned seeing them on Flickr and here it is for everyone else to gawk at.
Nice, huh? Of course, I'm keeping them all safe in the box until I can actually ensure that I won't be hitting them off to sink in ponds, or live high on trees, or *gasp* just plain get lost. I'm a novice, and these are Precept balls, I can't! I just can't! Check back in two...or make that three years.
BTW, other Jennifer, pay attention: You can borrow my clubs on any day, but in taking possession of them you are non verbally agreeing to a binding contract that plainly states, you break any of my clubs you buy the whole f-ing set. I have the whole online community, (stalkers included), as my witnesses. And for a touch of formality, when I hand them off to you, I want you to have your left hand up, have your right hand on your chest and say "So help me God." =D This is just in case you have a foul day and want to bash a tree.
Okay, no segues moving on. Besides pink balls, you know what's hot. Watching Lizzie Mcguire grow up. Seriously, everyone will have to admit she turned out way better than either of the Olsen twins. Atleast she doesn't look cracked out, yet. I have the video of her video I found on YouTube. Although, Lizzie, if you're reading this, next time try not to get outstaged by the cellphone.
If someone could please email me what type of phone that was. I think I saw a glimpse of the Samsung label, but a model number would be great. Thanks.
Anyhow, this is a long enough post and should last me for the rest of the weekend. Back to school I go by Monday so it's a great excuse to drink. I believe I'm having dinner downtown with one of my buddies, who has just text messaged me that he's already on his way. After I think Carla and Paul were wanting to watch a local band's gig. So full night, any emails will not be responded to until tomorrow mid-afternoon.
(1) You do, indeed, have two tonsils, one on each side of the throat. That hangy-down thing in the back of your throat is not your tonsils.
(2) I changed my name on hotmail. Let me know if it isn't showing up right next time I email. BTW, this is the first thing I've changed my name on. Been putting off the name change to go with the residence change so it's done all at once.
Ummm, ok scary lady. I'll guard those clubs with my life because I know you're serious when you proclaim including your online stalkers as witnesses. Anyway, I plan on drinking heavily for the golf tourney and I'm a happy drunk so. . .these are in good hands. I will be a good girl. I think you forget which is the naughty one between us ;)
By the way, I think that phone inh the vid is a Nokia.
Oh, Jen's too busy to blog. Too busy getting her nails done. School starts tomorrow, nah nah. She's got a packed schedule so anyone that consistently annoys her needs to make sure to take it easy on her. That includes ME! :) Good luck this summer, Jen!
I love you, girlie - your blog is entirely too entertaining to read after three rounds of kamikazies! hehehe :)
i can't wait for Wednesday. maybe i'll have to ask Becky if it's cool if I go with for Memphis. :)