Doesn't Get Old

Call me childish, but it still doesn't get old to her our MRO Buyer call and place orders on the phone, with her deliberative and teacher-like voice spelling out our company's name, giving the person on the other line the address of "125 Blueball Road"...

M.O.

This was too long for a twitter, so here goes:

 

Yet another reason why I Love Wikipedia.  You learn fun tidbits you may not have learned otherwise.  Granted, not everything is 100% true... but I digress.

 

Reading up on possible First Lady Michelle Obama:

 

"She met Barack Obama when they were the only two African Americans at their law firm and she was assigned to mentor him while he was a summer associate."

 

Isn't that neat?

 

A.F.

Today is Anne Frank's birthday.  Happy Birthday A.F.  Now, I don't know this because I'm a pretentious person who knows all of these famous figures lives like the back of my hand, no, I'm just the pretentious person who receives daily email from The Writer's Almanac (haha, because I'm such a writer) and this daily email has tid-bits of trivia at the end of each message.

 

Anyway, now that that's cleared up.

 

So, something to mull over – is was this day, on Anne's 13^th birthday in 1942, that she received the infamous diary, which she called "Kitty".  As you all know, the diary has become a staple in everyone's reading repertoire, but I found it interesting that her diary is the # 2 most selling (ever!) non-fiction book in the history of non-fiction books, behind the Bible.  Wow, impressive. 

 

Now, I'm also not this pretentious person who knows quotes off the top of her head – again, this quote came from my daily email, but I liked it so I'm posting it here.  Crazy to think it came from a 13 year old, I don't think we give kids enough credit these days.  But then again, if you put a 13 year old from 2008 in an attic for two years, she'd complain more about not having internet access so she can facebook her friends, or download new music for her iPod.

 

Sorry for the tangent, here is the quote: (am I just further propogating the notion that 13 year olds suck these days, by using that stereotype? Eh.)

 

Anne Frank wrote, "Everyone has inside of him a piece of good news. The good news is that you don't know how great you can be! How much you can love!"

Catch you later.

Itchy Eyes

Blogger blogger blogger

Can't you see

Sometimes you really

Irritate me

 

(sung to the tune of "Biggie Biggie Biggie Can't You See") (um, by, B.I.G.?) (See previous post re: bad music taste)

 

I used to be Da Bomb at the internet.  I could HTML up my own website and all.  This was before the second wave of internetism.  Before blogs were a dime a dozen, or a dime a hundred.  Now, I can't even post from email or figure out how to get my flickr/twitter on the site.  Woes.

 

Anyway, I forgot that blogging can sometimes be fun, I mos. def. love reading them, and sometimes it's fun to write them as well.  As such, here I am watching a 3rd overtime in the Stanley Cup finals game, half-blogging, half-watching tv.  I'm from Detroit, I'm, like, obliged to watch this.  Kind of like how I'm obliged to state my loyalty to either MSU or UM, or drive a Ford, or talk about the shitty unemployment rates.  Woes.

 

Anyway, I'm not sure why, but at the ripe old age of 26 I've learned I have raging allergies.  Self-diagnosed, of course, but still.  There have been many of the sneezing incidents at work, with various fun snacks (apples, baked doritos (wow, so healthy!), egg salad sandwich - how graceful) and lots of the red-eye, "I swear I'm not a pothead" looks on a fresh Monday morning, and lots of itchy nose ("I swear I'm not a cokehead!").

 

Another thing?  So I love Madonna, and I got a total kick out of this handwritten note on display at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame that she wrote as a college freshman at U of M.  Almost any girl who grew up in the 80s has a place in her heart for Madonna, but seriously... how on earth does she look like that at 50?   I can't put my finger on it, but she reminds me of the kind of slutty girls I hate when I go out... I don't like that!  It's MADONNA.  Maybe I'm just a granny.

 

I have no witty or full-circle way to end this post... so here it shall end.  I just farted.

 

Help!

So, I am NOWHERE NEAR a music aficionado, I don't know what the hip kids are listening to these days, let alone if I'm totally square for saying "hip".  Anyway, while perusing my my iTunes (if you must know, I was pre-ordering my Coldplay CD... yup, I'm a square un-hip twenty-something who orders CDs based on interest garnered from an iTunes commercial) I found the following songs in my folder of music titled "90s music":

 

• Lonestar - Amazing
• Will Smith - Will2K
• Enrique Iglesias - Be With You
• Lit - My Own Worst Enemy (Dirty) [Ed. Note:  scandalous! the dirty edition!  maybe I wasn't as un-hip in my teenage years...]
• Savage Garden - I Knew I Loved You
• and... last, but not least...
• Creed - My Own Prison (Acoustic)

For my penance, I shall say three Hail Marys while sitting in the corner with a dunce cap on.  I do realize my mistakes and I apologize to anyone reading this, as you're invariably going to start singing one of these monstrosities to yourself as your poor eyeballs read the titles, without your precious auditory organs even hearing them.  I apologize twice over.

 

Any good music suggestions?  It's been over a year since I've invested any time into music (finding fun new stuff) and I've really only come to know The Kooks and Interpol as of late.  If I give you my address, will you show up on my front lawn with a boom box, a la Lloyd Dobbler, and blast your fav new CD?

 

Air kisses and such,

Lindsay

I'm not taking the whole

I'm not taking the whole bridal diet thing seriously yet. Maybe something I should start NOW considering we're <4 mo away. Yikes.

I'm so proud of my

I'm so proud of my mama & sister who've been running in the cleveland marathon for over two hours now while my lazy bum was asleep

Its senior prom at our

Its senior prom at our hotel which is laid out like a mall with rooms around the perimeter its awesome

Hats

I happened upon an article in the LA Times, a poignant little piece written by a twice-divorced man who found love again. I'm not one to wax romantic about things, but I found it particularly touching.

 

I'll tell you this, young lovers: Life has a way of taking your most earnest pledges and folding them into funny hats for you to wear.

 

Dan Neil - http://www.latimes.com/classified/automotive/highway1/la-tm-800words05-2008may04,0,181643.story?track=rss

 

A Night and Day of Excess

We're on a tight budget.  We get good news re: tight budget (see prior blog post).   We decide "We're rich!" and off to the pub we go.  Beers are drunk.  (Drank?)  Appetizers ordered.  Excess food.  Drive home.  Make some cocktails.   Make more cocktails.  And another.  Excess drink.  Hit the hay.  Seven hours later, hit the snooze. Again. Again. Again. Again. 7:06 a.m. SHIT. Excess sleep.  Lather, rinse repeat.  Stand under hot water, willing away headache. Stand, stand, stand.  Excess shower.   Drive to work, with sunglasses.  Belly aching, stop at McDonalds.  Excess breakfast.  Birthday at work!  Cake!  Excess sugar.  Bumble along at work, email after email after email of problem parts.  Excess work headache.

 

And I'm spent.