Today was a great day to not work, not that EVERY day isn't a great day to not work. Oh, I went to work, but I only technically “worked” for about 3 hours. If by “worked” you mean “sat at my desk and read blogs.” Then, since my boss is out of town, my co-worker and I decided that it would be a lovely day for a good long drive in her convertible. So after a stop at Ann Taylor Loft (yes, it’s an illness), we set out and drove up through Boulder and all around the Flatirons. Oh how I love the joys of a three hour lunch. Also, I love how when we left work, it was like 85 degrees, and as we drove around the foothills, it actually dropped to 66 degrees. Once we left the hills, it was back to 80 degrees. Only in Colorado. I love it here. The trees are green – everything’s green, for once – and there are so many pretty wildflowers in bloom everywhere. And all of this viewed from a convertible. In a tank top and bare feet. It's most definitely my kind of working. Employee of the month, here I come!
And now that we’re back, I’m “cleaning up my email” (or “writing a blog” as the case may be) and then I’m leaving. I have some stuff to do before I leave for the big excursion tomorrow. What kind of stuff I don’t know, but it probably entails cleaning my house so that when my mom comes to take care of the cats while I’m gone, she won’t be like “how do you live in this MESS” when I come home. Because to her, this MESS is a pair of shoes left in the living room. Whatever – I know that when I come back, my house will be cleaner than when I left. As I’ve said before, I come by my OCD honestly.
So adios, amigos. I’m sure I’ll have all kinds of tales to tell about the trip. And some pictures. Since I’ve done this many times before, I can assure you that, yes, hijinks will ensue.
Friday, June 24, 2005
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Music...Makes the People...Go Away...
That was a sad interpretation of Madonna's "Music." I apologize.
Because every other blogger I know has already been tagged in this game of "Six Favorite Songs Of The Moment," the chain probably ends here. Since Kendra tagged me, here they are:
1. Ever the Same -- Rob Thomas (Best. Song. EVER)
2. Incomplete -- Backstreet Boys (What? It's a really good song)
3. Behind These Hazel Eyes -- Kelly Clarkson (I've tried to resist her charms, but have failed miserably)
4. Collide -- Howie Day (I love boys who sing about love like they mean it)
5. All That I Am -- Rob Thomas (because I've been listening to all Rob, all the time, this whole week)
6. Remember When It Rained -- Josh Groban (I also love a man with a gorgeous voice)
I will be burning these (and others) to cd tomorrow so that I have something to listen to in the van on the way to Mexico. Actually, having it for the trip back is more important, because by then, everyone will be REALLY sick of each other and there'll be fighting and as an "adult" leader, perhaps I should step in, but since chances are pretty good that I may also be sick of everyone, I choose to stay in my cocoon o'music. I like to think of it less as me not wanting to deal with them, and more as a chance for them to learn conflict resolution. THAT, my friends, is what makes me an effective "adult" leader. At least that's the angle I'm going for.
Because every other blogger I know has already been tagged in this game of "Six Favorite Songs Of The Moment," the chain probably ends here. Since Kendra tagged me, here they are:
1. Ever the Same -- Rob Thomas (Best. Song. EVER)
2. Incomplete -- Backstreet Boys (What? It's a really good song)
3. Behind These Hazel Eyes -- Kelly Clarkson (I've tried to resist her charms, but have failed miserably)
4. Collide -- Howie Day (I love boys who sing about love like they mean it)
5. All That I Am -- Rob Thomas (because I've been listening to all Rob, all the time, this whole week)
6. Remember When It Rained -- Josh Groban (I also love a man with a gorgeous voice)
I will be burning these (and others) to cd tomorrow so that I have something to listen to in the van on the way to Mexico. Actually, having it for the trip back is more important, because by then, everyone will be REALLY sick of each other and there'll be fighting and as an "adult" leader, perhaps I should step in, but since chances are pretty good that I may also be sick of everyone, I choose to stay in my cocoon o'music. I like to think of it less as me not wanting to deal with them, and more as a chance for them to learn conflict resolution. THAT, my friends, is what makes me an effective "adult" leader. At least that's the angle I'm going for.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Stuff about Things
First, a shout out to Dan – he’s in the midst of the week-long “Ride The Rockies” which, for the uninitiated, is a 405 mile bike ride around the Colorado mountains. He’s one of like 2,000 people who feel the need to ride sometimes nearly 100 miles in a day in altitudes upwards of 11,000 feet. Clearly, he’s crazy, but in an endearing, bicycle riding sort of way. Yay! Dan!
Memo to garbage truck drivers:
Dear Sanitation Engineer –
I realize that you have a job to do, and that it’s a pretty disgusting job at that, but I would be so happy if you didn’t drive on Highway 93 between the hours of 5 and 6 p.m. I know you know that this is predominantly a two lane highway, and also that the weather the past couple of days has been upwards of 90 degrees. If we take these two factors and add in the fact that I enjoy driving home from work with my sunroof open, well, I’d just like to let you know that your presence on 93 is a hazard. Because the car speed is fast and let’s not dance around it – your truck redefines the word “stench,” and I could get in a horrible accident because I’m driving behind you with one hand on the wheel and one hand holding my nose. Safety first my friend. Safety first. Thanks dude!
Hey! Nick at Nite turns 20 years old this month, and in celebration, they’re airing shows from 1985. Do you know what that means? SILVER SPOONS!!! Starring my first ever celebrity crush, Ricky Schroder. He goes by “Rick” now, since he gained some acting credibility beyond his adorable little face by playing Danny Sorenson on “NYPD Blue.” In that show he was pretty tortured. But still adorable. Sigh. Suddenly, I'm nine years old again.
My favorite new cd is Rob Thomas’ “Something to Be.” I love every song on it, though some I love much more than others. Like in the way that rips my heart out because it’s just such a great song. I think anyone who has never felt a strong reaction to music at some point in their life must have something wrong with them. Very. Wrong. I actually had a strong reaction to the new Dave Matthews Band cd. However that reaction was that I did NOT like it. Dave’s last great cd was “Crash,” though there have been a couple of awesome songs in the meantime. Sigh. Sorry Dave – I’m leaving you for Rob.
I found this awesome website called Cyranet Greeting Cards (www.cyranet.com). They’re e-cards for literally every occasion, but for snarky and sarcastic people. One I found that I thought fit me pretty well was “Are you playing hard to get? Because I’m not very perceptive.” Yes, another shout out. Hey! Not Boyfriend! What’s your email address?
I’m leaving for a week long excursion to Juarez, Mexico on Saturday. No no, don’t be jealous. Just because I’m going to be sleeping on a “bed” fashioned of cinder blocks and plywood, taking “showers” in questionable, non-heated water, drinking hot bottled water because there’s no way we could possibly make enough ice to keep a huge jug of water cool in upwards of 100 degree weather. Seriously, don’t be jealous. If you wanted to, you too could not have electricity or a mirror for 5 days, check your shoes in the morning for scorpions and try not to get dehydrated while you’re on a work site building a house but at the same time, not drinking nearly enough water because, um, there’s no bathrooms at aforementioned work sites. Did I mention that I’ll be doing all of this with 16 high school kids, right after we drive from Colorado to El Paso to Juarez? And then we have to drive back? Because that’s what I’ll be doing with this week of vacation from work. And you know what? I’m gonna LOVE it. I loved it last year and I’ll love it this year because there’s no experience like it.
So those are the notes from today. I’m sure I’ll think of something earth-shattering later. In a sleep-deprived stupor from staying up and watching t.v. all night long in hopes of seeing another episode of “Silver Spoons.” Maybe I’ll come up with a list of reasons why I'm still single. Hmmm. What should be first on the list...?
Memo to garbage truck drivers:
Dear Sanitation Engineer –
I realize that you have a job to do, and that it’s a pretty disgusting job at that, but I would be so happy if you didn’t drive on Highway 93 between the hours of 5 and 6 p.m. I know you know that this is predominantly a two lane highway, and also that the weather the past couple of days has been upwards of 90 degrees. If we take these two factors and add in the fact that I enjoy driving home from work with my sunroof open, well, I’d just like to let you know that your presence on 93 is a hazard. Because the car speed is fast and let’s not dance around it – your truck redefines the word “stench,” and I could get in a horrible accident because I’m driving behind you with one hand on the wheel and one hand holding my nose. Safety first my friend. Safety first. Thanks dude!
Hey! Nick at Nite turns 20 years old this month, and in celebration, they’re airing shows from 1985. Do you know what that means? SILVER SPOONS!!! Starring my first ever celebrity crush, Ricky Schroder. He goes by “Rick” now, since he gained some acting credibility beyond his adorable little face by playing Danny Sorenson on “NYPD Blue.” In that show he was pretty tortured. But still adorable. Sigh. Suddenly, I'm nine years old again.
My favorite new cd is Rob Thomas’ “Something to Be.” I love every song on it, though some I love much more than others. Like in the way that rips my heart out because it’s just such a great song. I think anyone who has never felt a strong reaction to music at some point in their life must have something wrong with them. Very. Wrong. I actually had a strong reaction to the new Dave Matthews Band cd. However that reaction was that I did NOT like it. Dave’s last great cd was “Crash,” though there have been a couple of awesome songs in the meantime. Sigh. Sorry Dave – I’m leaving you for Rob.
I found this awesome website called Cyranet Greeting Cards (www.cyranet.com). They’re e-cards for literally every occasion, but for snarky and sarcastic people. One I found that I thought fit me pretty well was “Are you playing hard to get? Because I’m not very perceptive.” Yes, another shout out. Hey! Not Boyfriend! What’s your email address?
I’m leaving for a week long excursion to Juarez, Mexico on Saturday. No no, don’t be jealous. Just because I’m going to be sleeping on a “bed” fashioned of cinder blocks and plywood, taking “showers” in questionable, non-heated water, drinking hot bottled water because there’s no way we could possibly make enough ice to keep a huge jug of water cool in upwards of 100 degree weather. Seriously, don’t be jealous. If you wanted to, you too could not have electricity or a mirror for 5 days, check your shoes in the morning for scorpions and try not to get dehydrated while you’re on a work site building a house but at the same time, not drinking nearly enough water because, um, there’s no bathrooms at aforementioned work sites. Did I mention that I’ll be doing all of this with 16 high school kids, right after we drive from Colorado to El Paso to Juarez? And then we have to drive back? Because that’s what I’ll be doing with this week of vacation from work. And you know what? I’m gonna LOVE it. I loved it last year and I’ll love it this year because there’s no experience like it.
So those are the notes from today. I’m sure I’ll think of something earth-shattering later. In a sleep-deprived stupor from staying up and watching t.v. all night long in hopes of seeing another episode of “Silver Spoons.” Maybe I’ll come up with a list of reasons why I'm still single. Hmmm. What should be first on the list...?
Monday, June 20, 2005
I like to mess with people's minds sometimes.
Have you ever had a dream about someone and forgot about it and then you see them and you get this jolt and suddenly you remember the dream and just as suddenly you see them in a totally different light?
I’m not saying that happened to me, but hypothetically, let’s say I have this FRIEND who had a dream about a guy who works in her office. He’s not a co-worker, but his group shares a suite with my FRIEND’S group. And yes, we can stop the charade – there is no FRIEND. It’s me. In case you’re super dense and hadn’t figured that out yet. Anyway, this guy is totally nice and he’s good looking, and I decided that even though we’re friends and talk kind of a lot, he’s not the kind of guy I want to date. It’s fun, it’s flirty, it’s nothing remotely akin to long-term potential. I don’t think about him outside work – in fact, I don’t give him a lot of thought AT work, unless I happen to run into him, so it’s bizarre that he showed up in the dream at all, especially in that context. Because in the dream? We were kissing. And not just the “hi, how’s it going” type of kiss.
Then I saw him and remembered the dream. Luckily, we were passing at the elevator, and so I had time to recover from the jolt before I had to make conversation. So today, Iwas eating lunch outside by myself and he came out to say hi and so I said “Oh, by the way – you were in my dream the other night. We were making out. I’m not kidding. We were.” And in that split second I saw him think about it and then turn the loveliest shade of red. And THEN I said “I just thought I’d tell you – have a good lunch!” and knew that when he went back to his desk that he would be thinking about it. And he’d tell his friends. Not because I’m so hot that the guy couldn’t help but think about hooking up with me, it’s just that when a decent looking girl tells a guy she dreamt they were making out, he’s gonna think about it. It’s a given – helloooo? He’s a guy. And also, I know he and his co-worker boys think about stuff and talk amongst themselves, because one time I was wearing my knee high black boots and I saw one of the guys and suddenly, the rest of them were wandering around with the desire to talk to me. And then one gave it away when I asked him why he kept staring at my skirt by saying “yeah, uh, Donny said you looked hot today.” Suave, boys.
Usually I would probably keep the dream to myself, however, on the heels of last week’s destructive kick, I’m embarking on a perhaps reckless “devil may care” kick. My friend Marlene at work says that I’m “on a tear.” Maybe I am. Whatever it is – insert evil laugh here – it’s FUN.
**Update** About 30 minutes after I posted this blog, who should wander over to my office but the Boy from the Dream. We chatted, there was flirting (as usual) and then he asked me out. No concrete plans as of this minute, but I figure what the hell. It's not like I'm doing anything right now anyway. AND, he's a Scorpio, and I love me some Scorpio men. If you're a Scorpio or a Taurus, chances are pretty good I will find you irresistible. I will try to hide it, but I will probably secretly be figuring out how I can make out with you. Heh. And heh. Seriously, I'm horrible. This, THIS is what happens when I get bored...
I’m not saying that happened to me, but hypothetically, let’s say I have this FRIEND who had a dream about a guy who works in her office. He’s not a co-worker, but his group shares a suite with my FRIEND’S group. And yes, we can stop the charade – there is no FRIEND. It’s me. In case you’re super dense and hadn’t figured that out yet. Anyway, this guy is totally nice and he’s good looking, and I decided that even though we’re friends and talk kind of a lot, he’s not the kind of guy I want to date. It’s fun, it’s flirty, it’s nothing remotely akin to long-term potential. I don’t think about him outside work – in fact, I don’t give him a lot of thought AT work, unless I happen to run into him, so it’s bizarre that he showed up in the dream at all, especially in that context. Because in the dream? We were kissing. And not just the “hi, how’s it going” type of kiss.
Then I saw him and remembered the dream. Luckily, we were passing at the elevator, and so I had time to recover from the jolt before I had to make conversation. So today, Iwas eating lunch outside by myself and he came out to say hi and so I said “Oh, by the way – you were in my dream the other night. We were making out. I’m not kidding. We were.” And in that split second I saw him think about it and then turn the loveliest shade of red. And THEN I said “I just thought I’d tell you – have a good lunch!” and knew that when he went back to his desk that he would be thinking about it. And he’d tell his friends. Not because I’m so hot that the guy couldn’t help but think about hooking up with me, it’s just that when a decent looking girl tells a guy she dreamt they were making out, he’s gonna think about it. It’s a given – helloooo? He’s a guy. And also, I know he and his co-worker boys think about stuff and talk amongst themselves, because one time I was wearing my knee high black boots and I saw one of the guys and suddenly, the rest of them were wandering around with the desire to talk to me. And then one gave it away when I asked him why he kept staring at my skirt by saying “yeah, uh, Donny said you looked hot today.” Suave, boys.
Usually I would probably keep the dream to myself, however, on the heels of last week’s destructive kick, I’m embarking on a perhaps reckless “devil may care” kick. My friend Marlene at work says that I’m “on a tear.” Maybe I am. Whatever it is – insert evil laugh here – it’s FUN.
**Update** About 30 minutes after I posted this blog, who should wander over to my office but the Boy from the Dream. We chatted, there was flirting (as usual) and then he asked me out. No concrete plans as of this minute, but I figure what the hell. It's not like I'm doing anything right now anyway. AND, he's a Scorpio, and I love me some Scorpio men. If you're a Scorpio or a Taurus, chances are pretty good I will find you irresistible. I will try to hide it, but I will probably secretly be figuring out how I can make out with you. Heh. And heh. Seriously, I'm horrible. This, THIS is what happens when I get bored...
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Batman: Fighting evil and being unbelievably hot, all at the same time.
So last night my brother and I went and saw “Batman Begins.” I’ve seen all the Batman movies, and this one was definitely the best. Mostly because it focused on the reasons he dresses up like a bat and the reason and origins of the suit – all of which are pretty plausible, you know, as much as it can be. There was also humor. And a lot of violence, but to be honest, I really like the kind of movie violence that involves fighting with swords and skill and not just shooting guns and blowing stuff up. There was some of that too, but the fighting was cool.
I would totally go see it again, and in fact, may buy it when it comes out. “Why Amber,” you say “I had no idea you were such a fan of Batman.” That’s because I’m not. However, I AM a huge fan of Christian Bale. I loooooove him. I’ve loooooved him ever since I saw him in “Newsies” the first time (and the subsequent hundred times after that). I think I am now spoiled for all other men, because he is quite possibly the most beautiful man on the face of the earth. I just sat there staring at him the whole time like an idiot. Look! It’s Christian in a prison outfit and he has a beard! Hot. Hey, there’s Christian dressed up in ninja fighting clothes and kicking some ass! Hot. Look, there’s Christian dressed in a perfectly cut and fitted business suit/tuxedo! Oh my God. HOT. There’s Christian dressed up like Batman and kicking some more ass! Hot, even though I would like to see more of his pretty pretty face. Or, my favorite, HEY! It’s Christian! With no shirt on! Doing pushups! Wearing pajama pants! HOOOOOTTTT!!! I even found myself thinking that if Katie Holmes’ character was supposed to be so smart and grew up with Bruce Wayne, how can she not know that he’s Batman – he has a very distinctive mouth. Wow. I’m a sad, sad girl.
I think it’s a really good thing that I went to the movie with my brother, because he understands my love for all things Christian Bale. I would hate to have to explain all this to some random guy I was dating. Plus, I’d probably spend the rest of the date comparing him to Christian. Because I’m so very sad. And also clearly not at all grounded in reality.
I would totally go see it again, and in fact, may buy it when it comes out. “Why Amber,” you say “I had no idea you were such a fan of Batman.” That’s because I’m not. However, I AM a huge fan of Christian Bale. I loooooove him. I’ve loooooved him ever since I saw him in “Newsies” the first time (and the subsequent hundred times after that). I think I am now spoiled for all other men, because he is quite possibly the most beautiful man on the face of the earth. I just sat there staring at him the whole time like an idiot. Look! It’s Christian in a prison outfit and he has a beard! Hot. Hey, there’s Christian dressed up in ninja fighting clothes and kicking some ass! Hot. Look, there’s Christian dressed in a perfectly cut and fitted business suit/tuxedo! Oh my God. HOT. There’s Christian dressed up like Batman and kicking some more ass! Hot, even though I would like to see more of his pretty pretty face. Or, my favorite, HEY! It’s Christian! With no shirt on! Doing pushups! Wearing pajama pants! HOOOOOTTTT!!! I even found myself thinking that if Katie Holmes’ character was supposed to be so smart and grew up with Bruce Wayne, how can she not know that he’s Batman – he has a very distinctive mouth. Wow. I’m a sad, sad girl.
I think it’s a really good thing that I went to the movie with my brother, because he understands my love for all things Christian Bale. I would hate to have to explain all this to some random guy I was dating. Plus, I’d probably spend the rest of the date comparing him to Christian. Because I’m so very sad. And also clearly not at all grounded in reality.
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