So we all went to dinner and had a great time! Spent about 3 hours reminiscing and promised we will do this much more frequently from here on out!
Wonder what the guys look like these days?
Wonder what the guys look like these days?
Sunday, June 22, 2008
20 Years Later...
So last night was my class reunion. The class of 1988 - 20 years later. First of all I went to a very small private Christian School. There were 7 in my graduating class and 5 of us had a reunion last night. The other two live quite a distance away and so we didn't even try to get them to come. Maybe we will have a larger get together with families at some point and see if they are interested but for last night it was just the girls. I have to say I think we all look better than ever!
Friday, June 20, 2008
BTW - I have no idea how much alcohol is in Smirnoff Ice...
Apparently my blog post about drinking Smirnoff Ice and falling down the stairs drunk is popular on the internet at large. Searches relating to Smirnoff Ice are the top searches that find me.
- How much alcohol is in Smirnoff Ice? My guess would be about the same as a beer - it is a malt beverage after all! Definitely enough to get you drunk if you drink 2-3 of them and you are a total lightweight like me! Oh and if you are in a bar that does not have flavors - get a regular Smirnoff Ice and a glass of ice and a shot of something fruity on the side. Grape Pucker, Cherry Pucker, Madori all work very well. Mix the sweet tasty shot with the Smirnoff for a totally frufru fruity girly drink! LOL
- How old to buy Smirnoff Ice? Well same as any other alcohol! In the US it's 21 to drink or buy legally! Sorry no advice for how to get around this one. Kids have been figuring this out on their own for decades so just DO IT! :)
Monday, June 16, 2008
How to detect fabulously gay co-worker...
Add one major thunderstorm - producing hail and tornado warnings.
Send said co-worker (who happens to be company bean counter) out in storm to deposit the day's receipts before end of banking day at 3pm.
Ask said co-worker upon returning if he saw any tornadoes while he was out there.
Proceed to watch in open mouthed amazement as fabulously gay co-worker begins to sing AND dance ...
"The car began to pitch, my eye began to twitch, I landed at (Company Name) in the middle of a ditch..."
In case anyone doesn't recognize that - it's an improvisation of the song from the Wizard of Oz where Dorothy explains how her house got to Oz and landed on the witch.
Singing and improvising showtunes in the office for an audience - no more "Is he or isn't he" questions! LOL Add another fabulous gay man to my corral of friends as I already love this guy - last week on my birthday he asked how old I was and then said "girlfriend, if I was a bartender I'd card you!" so really there wasn't any question in my mind anyway but had to share the fabulous showtunes story.
Even funnier - the straight as an arrow tech guys who sit near me all watching on in fascinated HORROR! LOL
Send said co-worker (who happens to be company bean counter) out in storm to deposit the day's receipts before end of banking day at 3pm.
Ask said co-worker upon returning if he saw any tornadoes while he was out there.
Proceed to watch in open mouthed amazement as fabulously gay co-worker begins to sing AND dance ...
"The car began to pitch, my eye began to twitch, I landed at (Company Name) in the middle of a ditch..."
In case anyone doesn't recognize that - it's an improvisation of the song from the Wizard of Oz where Dorothy explains how her house got to Oz and landed on the witch.
Singing and improvising showtunes in the office for an audience - no more "Is he or isn't he" questions! LOL Add another fabulous gay man to my corral of friends as I already love this guy - last week on my birthday he asked how old I was and then said "girlfriend, if I was a bartender I'd card you!" so really there wasn't any question in my mind anyway but had to share the fabulous showtunes story.
Even funnier - the straight as an arrow tech guys who sit near me all watching on in fascinated HORROR! LOL
We hired The Colonel...
I work in a very young somewhat hip (for techie's) workplace. The average age of people here is early 30's - a handful of twentysomethings, a few fortysomethings and about 2 people in their early 50's who don't look it AT ALL, very young, active, hip workplace.
Imagine how out of place this guy looks:
Okay so maybe he's really not quite that old but the new guy who started today looks to be in his 60's. Maybe he's not that old but he looks it! Snowy white hair, a distinguished gentleman look and manner, very grandfatherly.
What makes this awkward for me is he shares my cube wall and doubtless will hear every phone call I make, every curse word I utter. It's like my grandpa is sitting over there waiting for me to offend him with my potty mouth.
I guess I should just clean up the potty mouth? Mostly it's not that bad but I'm going to be self conscious about it from here on out I'm sure.
New guy is on my team too, I'll be sending him projects to work on. This is good - maybe once I get to know him I'll won't be weirded out by issuing orders to someone who looks like Colonel Sanders?
I guess the good thing is my company does not appear to practice any sort of age discrimination.
Imagine how out of place this guy looks:
Okay so maybe he's really not quite that old but the new guy who started today looks to be in his 60's. Maybe he's not that old but he looks it! Snowy white hair, a distinguished gentleman look and manner, very grandfatherly. What makes this awkward for me is he shares my cube wall and doubtless will hear every phone call I make, every curse word I utter. It's like my grandpa is sitting over there waiting for me to offend him with my potty mouth.
I guess I should just clean up the potty mouth? Mostly it's not that bad but I'm going to be self conscious about it from here on out I'm sure.
New guy is on my team too, I'll be sending him projects to work on. This is good - maybe once I get to know him I'll won't be weirded out by issuing orders to someone who looks like Colonel Sanders?
I guess the good thing is my company does not appear to practice any sort of age discrimination.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Thirteen reasons why turning 38 doesn't totally suck balls...
Yes dear internet friends today is my birthday - the day I entered this world screaming and probably haven't shut up for a minute since! June 12, 1970 was the day - 6am was the time!
So in honor of my turning 38 today here are 13 reasons why it doesn't totally suck:
So in honor of my turning 38 today here are 13 reasons why it doesn't totally suck:
- At least I'm not turning 40
- The alternative sucks (dying before reaching 38)
- I still look like I might be under 30 (on a good day)
- I no longer feel totally insecure in every situation
- I no longer care what everyone thinks of me and jump through hoops to please them
- It's okay to not have a bikini bod at this age (versus 25 when it just sucked)
- Being appreciated more for your mind than your boobs
- I don't have to go out and get totally wasted tonight to have a good time
- I have great friends who make getting older a fun journey
- I'm not single and lamenting another year without someone special in my life
- I know what I want and for the most part how to get it
- Going to your 20th high school reunion knowing you are by far the most educated and successful of your former classmates is kinda sweet (I hope -2 weeks from now)
- I know I said it before but it bears repeating - at least I'm not turning 40!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Kharma is a bitch - and so am I...
This is a post about RBT (rat bastard trainer for those who might not have been here for my early posts) the guy who was my trainer and *choke* would be mentor when I started my job in October. Those 2-3 of you who read my blog then will remember that I wondered what he did all day, and was annoyed that a total slacker like him was so presumptuous as to tell me that I might make him look bad.
So anyway since I've moved jobs (internally) I have little to do with RBT anymore but heard a rumor that he was going to be moving from being an Account Manager to being a Data Processor. This sounded like a demotion to me, instead of being the one in contact with the customer and creating the processing specs for the processors to follow he would be doing the processing? But I figured since he is such a *star* he must have wanted the move.
Well lo and behold today I discovered that it was not a voluntary move! That the powers that be had indeed noticed that RBT was less than industrious. And more importantly that his customers had noticed and COMPLAINED and it was discovered that RBT had let major things fall through the cracks and had not been following up properly on his biggest customer and keeping them happy. Next week another account manager "K" and the VP and a Sr. Manager are all going out to smooth things over with the customer. "K" is very experienced and very thorough, they will have no problems with her.
So the kharma train finally caught up with RBT, and I admit I'm chuckling a bit here just thinking of it. The downside to all this? I sit among the processors so RBT is likely to be looking over my shoulder more often again - but he has no power over me.
So anyway since I've moved jobs (internally) I have little to do with RBT anymore but heard a rumor that he was going to be moving from being an Account Manager to being a Data Processor. This sounded like a demotion to me, instead of being the one in contact with the customer and creating the processing specs for the processors to follow he would be doing the processing? But I figured since he is such a *star* he must have wanted the move.
Well lo and behold today I discovered that it was not a voluntary move! That the powers that be had indeed noticed that RBT was less than industrious. And more importantly that his customers had noticed and COMPLAINED and it was discovered that RBT had let major things fall through the cracks and had not been following up properly on his biggest customer and keeping them happy. Next week another account manager "K" and the VP and a Sr. Manager are all going out to smooth things over with the customer. "K" is very experienced and very thorough, they will have no problems with her.
So the kharma train finally caught up with RBT, and I admit I'm chuckling a bit here just thinking of it. The downside to all this? I sit among the processors so RBT is likely to be looking over my shoulder more often again - but he has no power over me.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
First things first...
Duh (re: prior post) Father's Day isn't until NEXT weekend - who was afraid to tell me I was wrong? LOL
And now the real subject of this post - NATURE INVADING MY YARD! :)
Look at this sweet little bambi I found under my willow trees this morning - isn't he adorable?
His mother no where in sight and him being extremely weak and not at all scared made me nervous. I wondered if he had wandered off and got lost or had some other way gotten separated from his mama. I called the sheriff wondering if there was a wildlife/game officer for this area they had me call a hotline at the Department of Environmental Conservation. They told me that it was common - that the mother had left him to go eat and rest herself but that she would be back. They said she could leave him there for 3-5 days and he'd be fine. WOW a newborn going 3-5 days with no food and he'd be fine? I was skeptical.
They also said not to touch him - but my husband, ever the rebel, had to do exactly what I told him not to. This really made me nervous. But we went out for a few hours and when we came back Bambi was gone. Off in the adjacent lot which is an overgrown field we could see a lone doe standing and staring at us. I assume that was her probably thinking she had snatched her baby from the jaws of death. I'm happy and a little disappointed too - was planning how to get some old goat bottles from my parents and calling a friend who has goats to get some milk and raising myself a pretty white tailed fawn! :)
In other news our brief trip out today was to go to a pool place and look at the costs for above ground pools. I might be able to swing it - a pool that is! WooHoo! Would so love to have a swimming pool.
And now the real subject of this post - NATURE INVADING MY YARD! :)
Look at this sweet little bambi I found under my willow trees this morning - isn't he adorable?
His mother no where in sight and him being extremely weak and not at all scared made me nervous. I wondered if he had wandered off and got lost or had some other way gotten separated from his mama. I called the sheriff wondering if there was a wildlife/game officer for this area they had me call a hotline at the Department of Environmental Conservation. They told me that it was common - that the mother had left him to go eat and rest herself but that she would be back. They said she could leave him there for 3-5 days and he'd be fine. WOW a newborn going 3-5 days with no food and he'd be fine? I was skeptical.
They also said not to touch him - but my husband, ever the rebel, had to do exactly what I told him not to. This really made me nervous. But we went out for a few hours and when we came back Bambi was gone. Off in the adjacent lot which is an overgrown field we could see a lone doe standing and staring at us. I assume that was her probably thinking she had snatched her baby from the jaws of death. I'm happy and a little disappointed too - was planning how to get some old goat bottles from my parents and calling a friend who has goats to get some milk and raising myself a pretty white tailed fawn! :)
In other news our brief trip out today was to go to a pool place and look at the costs for above ground pools. I might be able to swing it - a pool that is! WooHoo! Would so love to have a swimming pool.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
How to tell it's time for a trim (down there)...
Today was picnic day at my office - we had a BBQ with hot dogs and burgers, salads and chips, and brownies, etc. A nice big potlucky kinda lunch with the meat provided by our activities committee. I was outside mingling and having fun with my co-workers, having a nice chat with my former boss (prior company) and now friend along with someone she is working on a project with. The other girl is about 30, very thin, athletic, energetic, a total tomboy. She has on pretty lowcut jeans in about a size zero and a t-shirt. She is stressed about the project, she raises her hands and places them on top of her head and her tshirt lifts up I can see her stomach AND curling over the top of her jeans I can see her pubic hair! GAG
So what do you do? Would you mention it? Ignore it? Try not to stare at it? Walk away? All of the above? I definitely didn't mention it. I tried to avert my eyes and ended up walking away to talk to other people. Talk about awkward!
So what do you do? Would you mention it? Ignore it? Try not to stare at it? Walk away? All of the above? I definitely didn't mention it. I tried to avert my eyes and ended up walking away to talk to other people. Talk about awkward!
Monday, June 2, 2008
Manic Monday - happy to be alive!
Friday night I had a near death experience - well as near as I ever want to get that is! I was on a turboprop plane from Detroit, MI to Champaign, IL and if anyone lives in the midwest they know Friday night was a bad one for storms capable of creating "tornadic" activity.
The flight was scheduled to leave Detroit at 4:50pm and land in Champaign at 5:3opm - there is a time zone change in there so really only about an hour in the air with take off and landing time. We were delayed in taking off by about 40 minutes because the plane was late getting in and through customs (came from Canada). Then we zipped into the air and we were off. About 40 minutes into the flight things got bumpy. We kept on going through it, but apparently losing speed flying into storms, another 40 minutes passes, very bumpy and rough. The captain comes on we will be landing in 20 -30 minutes. Finally we start descending, we come out of the clouds and the storms are raging. Rain is pelting the plane, lightening is flashing on all sides, the plane is pitching violently from side to side and the ground is in sight. I am dying to get me feet on solid ground, grasping the arm rests and trying to breathe deeply to calm myself. I am a good flyer - but this was awful!
Finally it seems we are not landing after all but heading up, up, up again. Captain comes on - diverting the plane to Cincinnati because the wind shear is just too great and we can't land. 20 minutes later captain is back on - we do not have enough fuel to make Cincinnati - we are going to make an emergency landing in Evansville, IN. We land - they tell us to stay put, we are on a deserted tarmac, and the entire airport appears deserted. (Anyone see The Langoliers?) Finally a truck comes to refuel us - they tell us we are awaiting authorization to take back off and try Champaign again - this time dipping south below the storms and then coming in from behind the cells. We are patient - I use a bathroom that is smaller than my office chair in desperation. This plane holds 34 people total - the bathroom was the tiniest thing I've ever seen but it was necessary. THANK GOD my ass didn't get wedged in there! I was really worried for a few seconds but the full bladder won out. As soon as I emerge from coffin/bathroom they announce that we are going to deplane so we can get in the air conditioned terminal. But they warned us not to leave the terminal area as there were no TSA agents and we would not be allowed back through. No problem for me but the smokers were jonesin bad!
In the terminal everyone is breaking out cell phones. One guy's wife was at the airport in Champaign when we were coming in and there was an actual tornado warning and they were all funneled under the escalators - safest place I guess? She told him the board was showing our flight cancelled - 5 minutes later they announce the same to us. Great - I'm going to be stuck in Indiana? BUT the airline actually chartered a bus to take us the rest of the way. It took 3.5 hours by bus.
I finally got to Champaign airport, had to take a taxi cause the car rental counter had long since closed, and my nice early flight ended up getting me to the hotel and in bed by 12:30am.
This morning I'm wiped - got home on 2 very uneventful flights thankfully but very late - it was 12:30 when I climbed into bed. I am nearly dead today.
The flight was scheduled to leave Detroit at 4:50pm and land in Champaign at 5:3opm - there is a time zone change in there so really only about an hour in the air with take off and landing time. We were delayed in taking off by about 40 minutes because the plane was late getting in and through customs (came from Canada). Then we zipped into the air and we were off. About 40 minutes into the flight things got bumpy. We kept on going through it, but apparently losing speed flying into storms, another 40 minutes passes, very bumpy and rough. The captain comes on we will be landing in 20 -30 minutes. Finally we start descending, we come out of the clouds and the storms are raging. Rain is pelting the plane, lightening is flashing on all sides, the plane is pitching violently from side to side and the ground is in sight. I am dying to get me feet on solid ground, grasping the arm rests and trying to breathe deeply to calm myself. I am a good flyer - but this was awful!
Finally it seems we are not landing after all but heading up, up, up again. Captain comes on - diverting the plane to Cincinnati because the wind shear is just too great and we can't land. 20 minutes later captain is back on - we do not have enough fuel to make Cincinnati - we are going to make an emergency landing in Evansville, IN. We land - they tell us to stay put, we are on a deserted tarmac, and the entire airport appears deserted. (Anyone see The Langoliers?) Finally a truck comes to refuel us - they tell us we are awaiting authorization to take back off and try Champaign again - this time dipping south below the storms and then coming in from behind the cells. We are patient - I use a bathroom that is smaller than my office chair in desperation. This plane holds 34 people total - the bathroom was the tiniest thing I've ever seen but it was necessary. THANK GOD my ass didn't get wedged in there! I was really worried for a few seconds but the full bladder won out. As soon as I emerge from coffin/bathroom they announce that we are going to deplane so we can get in the air conditioned terminal. But they warned us not to leave the terminal area as there were no TSA agents and we would not be allowed back through. No problem for me but the smokers were jonesin bad!
In the terminal everyone is breaking out cell phones. One guy's wife was at the airport in Champaign when we were coming in and there was an actual tornado warning and they were all funneled under the escalators - safest place I guess? She told him the board was showing our flight cancelled - 5 minutes later they announce the same to us. Great - I'm going to be stuck in Indiana? BUT the airline actually chartered a bus to take us the rest of the way. It took 3.5 hours by bus.
I finally got to Champaign airport, had to take a taxi cause the car rental counter had long since closed, and my nice early flight ended up getting me to the hotel and in bed by 12:30am.
This morning I'm wiped - got home on 2 very uneventful flights thankfully but very late - it was 12:30 when I climbed into bed. I am nearly dead today.
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