text messaging maddness

text messaging, it seems so convenient . . . let me show you some messages back and forth from a friend of mine and me as we tried to make plans on what to do yesterday.

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her: "jodi! whats goin on 2nite?"

me: "whatever u want"

her: "uh oh... this again. hehe. i dont reall care, but i cant c clerks w/o ben"

me: "i noticed, i'm down for anything"

her: "k, what time do u get off work?"

me: "5"

her: "so we have some time 2 think about it"

me: "yea, where do u wanna meet?"

her: "umm... doesn't matter 2 me. depends on what we r gonna do"

me: "haha, were not getting anywhere"

her: "i know, whats new"

me: "haha"

her: "im down 2 go 2 the mall or a movie or out 2 eat or 2 just kick it"

[in an effort to speed up the process i sent her an email with movie times]

me: "u have e-mail"

her: "?"

me: "i sent u an email, read it"

her: "k, do i need 2 read it right now?"

me: 'b4 2nite, pick a movie, ill meet u at ur house after work"

her: "k sounds good, good job on making a decision! :)"

me: "thanx"

her: "hehe"

[later that day]

her: "i dont c an email from u"

me: "try it now"

her: "k"

her: "got it, thnx, nething u wanna c?"

me: "click, super ex, u me & dupree"

her: "click or u me & dupree sound good"

me: "k"

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this whole massaging back and forth started around 11:00 am and completed somewhere around 3ish. i think its absolutely crazy that it took that long to make such a stupid decision. when i simple phone call would have taken like 5 minutes TOPS. plus, with like 5 cents a message it cost me about $0.65.

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we saw click by the way, went to togos and the mall. click was pretty funny with a little but of come crude humor, but funny none the less. it reminded me a LOT of it's a wonderful life. does anyone else find text messaging just kinda crazy? while i was in the middle of typing a messgae one of the CPAs in my office walked by and told me to write the message, take a picture and send it to her. come to think of it, that might have been easier.

back to work

last week i took the entire week (moday through friday) off to go beach camping with my family. it was a wonderful trip. although somehow trying to get comfortable while preggo in a sleeping bag is a talent i have yet to master. but i must confess, on the last night when i moved to a different tent i slept better, strange, since the bag and the pad i was sleeping are were exactly the same. bizarre.

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i think i would have appreciated it more if i hadn't got sunburned the second i stepped onto the beach. yes, i did put on sunscreen, but either it didn't work, or i just don't know how to apply it correctly (what's i'm supposed to cover ALL of my skin? not just random blotches? weird!)

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now my entire body is molting, i feel like a lizard shedding it's skin, or a caterpillar coming from the cocoon. unfortunately, i don't think it will lead to an improvement. and when i say my entire body, i mean my entire body, including my head. yes i burned my scalp. not fun, and actually just plain gross. the rest of me i can cover and hide in some manner, shirts and pants, it's amazing. but i cannot cover my head from the horrors of society. seriously, its really gross. one's head should never shed. i would post pictures but they are just too scary to even think about. although, i do think if i stopped scratching it would help not bring more flakes to the surface.

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now i'm back to work. it's always nice to be missed, and be TOLD that you we're missed. although i know that they missed my ipod too. my little ipod gives our office music, and while i'm gone the office just gets too quiet.

bring on the bulls

today is July 7th, in case you didn't know, a day which happens to also be the running of the bulls. yes, you know what i'm talking about, you've seen "city slickers", billy crystal gets gored by one.

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so to honor such an occasion i thought i would give you a quote from scott adams, yes, you know who i'm talking about, THAT scott adams, who write the comic dilbert, yes you know what i'm talking about, the comic that brings office humor smiles to our faces daily. yes, i love dilbert. i actually only read two comics everyday, dilbert and pearls before swine. nothing else is worth reading, gotta love those crocs always wanting to eat their zeeba neighba. anyways, back to the point.

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"Every year in Pamplona, Spain, over a million people watch and/or participate in the Running of the Bulls. People – and by that I mean idiots – try to run ahead of a stampede of bulls in the narrow streets. The bulls have killed 15 idiots since 1924. I think you can appreciate the valuable service the bulls are performing. Later that day, Matadors torture and kill the bulls for entertainment. It’s a popular vacation destination for the whole family."

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"The part that got my attention is that hundreds of animal rights activists always attend to protest. Many of the female activists protest by going topless and running with the bulls. That’s right: In order to make this event LESS popular, the female activists take off their tops and jog in front of onlookers."

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"Keep in mind that this is a crowd of people who hope to see bystanders get gored before the animals are all stabbed to death. I hate to categorize people, but which of these items do you think would have the best chance of discouraging folks that enjoy watching bulls get stabbed?
1. Classical music

2. Poetry reading

3. Tits"
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haha, i couldn't be funnier if i tried. thats just hillarious. isn't that what boys like most? violence and boobies. i know my hubby sure appreciates those things. thank you scott adams for bringing these "activists" to our attention. my thoughts about the running of the bulls will never be the same, and i'm sure yours wont either.

sad day

okay, completely sad day in history.

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if you feel a bit squeemish today, you should stop reading this post now!

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seriously people, i'm gonna talk about vomit today.

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okay, well my mom always brags that i am the best thrower-upper-person ever. even as a child i always made it to a bowl, or "the bowl" -- as in the big porcelin one in the bathroom. i never made a mess. my mom, becuase of me, never had to clean up nasty throw up from any surface (carpet, tile, nothing).

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well, this morning that wonderful streak was crushed. yes, i didn't make it this morning. there i was sitting on the couch eating me honey-nut-cheerio-wannabes. and they were delicious . . . until the bottom of the bowl, and then they started getting soggy. cheerio-wannabes are not supposed to be soggy, they are supposed to be crunchy and absolutely delicious. well, the sogginess made me gag a little. and then it was all over. i ran to the bathroom.

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yes, made it.

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then i hear the hubby in the other room (while still in bed), "what are you doing?" me (very casually) "throwing up, what do you think i'm doing?" then i start gagging some more. uh-oh! so i run back to the bathroom.

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no, didn't make it.

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although it did land on the counter and on the tile right next to "the bowl". at least it wasnt on the rug. and it was easy to clean up. but, by golly, i've always been excellent that "making it". i mean, right now i have bowls in the living room, bedroom and my car just in case i feel a little nausea (even though i haven't at all). dang.

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after i cleaned up my mess, i grabbed a box of nilla wafers (those dont get soggy - unless you add other stuff) and headed to work. it was such a sad say that i had to call my mom.

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me: mom, it's a sad day today.

mom: why?

me: i didn't make it.

mom: but you ALWAYS make it.

me: not today. [recounted the whole story]

mom: but you ALWAYS make it, even when you were a kid.

me: i know. you know what though, cheerios look a lot like oatmeal, it was gross.

big news!

hey bloggers

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let me tell you the hillarious conversation that i had with my four year olf neice this weekend.

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me: hey hannah, wanna know a secret?

hannah: what hemi?

me: i'm going to be a mommy!

hannah [to her mommy]: mommy, hemi is going to have a baby, and i'm going to be the BABYSITTER!! [back to me] hemi, what are you going to name it?

me: hmmmm, i don't know, what do YOU think i should name it?

hannah: hmmm, [pause] i don't know either, maybe you should talk to uncle robby about that.

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okay, i just think that is the funniest thing ever. she's so smart its crazy.

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yes you read that right people, i'm preganant. i'm about seven weeks along (so my baby is only about the size of a raspberry, and acutally that's what we -- okay mostly me -- have been calling it) and i'm due February 7th.

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luckily i've only been sick one day so far (puking my guts out, not so much fun) the good thing is that recently i've chopped all my hair off (kinda like a reverse mullet, its longer in front and shorter in back) so my husband said he didn't have to hold back my hair, becuase there is nothing to hold back. that was friday, and i don't recommend it. but every other day i've been fine. i'm just hungry ALL the time.

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so there's my big news, i'm sure i'll talk about it more on here as things progress.

jamba jamba

yet another comic from pearls before swine, love it, and i love that stephen pastis is talking about blogging. it cracks me up.

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well the birthday party didn't happen, poor little three year old was throwing up, so it's been moved to tomorrow night. instead saturday was spent at the driving range, going to jamba juice (the most annoying smoothing place ever, we couldn't get out of there fast enough-if you've seen the snl sketch featuring natalie portman and jamba juice then you have an idea of what i mean - sorry i tried to find a link to a clip from that sketch, but i couldn't find it, even on this huge world wide web - that's insane). EDIT: here is the link, someone emailed it to me, so enjoy, i think it's histerical. http://www.vsocial.com/video/index.php?d=19221 no joke, the kids who were working were acting like this, it was crazy.

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then we went to see nacho libre. um, it was okay i guess, it's a rental though. i didnt think it was worth 10 buck each. so netflix it, because it was kinda funny but if you've seen any of the previews then you've seen the movie.

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we we're going to see the lake house last night, but hubby got called by work and we had to cut our date short. lame! oh well.

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any other movies out right now that are worth seeing? or any movies you recommend renting? i just joined netflix so i need to get some movies on my list.

thank gracie it's friday

a nice little comic, hopefully it will be inspirational. i only read two comics everyday, dilbert and pearls before swine, this little pearl ran today. i thought it was appropriate.

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tomorrow is saturday, and i'm going to a three year old's birthday, yes it's that three year old . i'm actually pretty excited about it, it's going to be a princess birthday party, and in two weeks i get to go to my hannah's four year old birthday party, which i am also really excited about.

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for those of you who don't know, let me explain my relationship with hannah. she is my sister's daughter, and i love her to pieces. when my hubby was overseas i lived with my sister, her hubby and hannah. it was around the time that hannah started talking, and she was learning everyone in our families names. she would point to pictures and say, "ama" "papa" "mommy" "daddy" and would NEVER say my name. this was starting to get annoying, i mean i saw this little girl EVERYDAY, should would eat all my french fries and we watched wiggles, and yet she wouldn't say my name.

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one day i was holding her and we were looking at a family picture on my mom's fridge. hannah named everyone, then looked at me and pointed at my picture, "hemi" then pointed to me, "hemi" then pointed to my picture, "hemi" then pointed to me, 'hemi'. like she was saying, stop worrying about it, you have a name, it's "hemi" and you are soo special to me that i have a nickname for you. since then i have always been her "hemi" and i'm sure that when her brother starts talking he will call me hemi as well.

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i will never know where in the heck that girl pulled hemi from. she has the wildest imagination. but i still thinks its cool that my neice gave me a nickname and no one else. we've always had a special bond. now she lives 2 hours away, and i rarely see her. talking on the phone is not the same thing, and she's not much of a phone talker, but she loves listening to the phone.

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well there's the story of how i became hemi.