This is the best picture of Portia smiling that I have. She's beautiful.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
oooooh sonic.
Tonight, my Carrie-sister reminded me of the main reason I hated my high school job as a Sonic carhop: my fellow employees. For some reason, Sonic has a reputation of hiring some of the dumbest people on the planet. Carrie and I worked with some real gems back in the day, let me tell you.
There was Gary, who as a manager, couldn't count back change. He also never washed his hair. Ever. Then there was his dad, Marty, a 50-something ex-con who only had 4 teeth. He offered to set up a double date with Carrie and I. Gary was the other choice. No thanks.
There was Sam, who came to work so stoned that he put his hand into the fryer instead of fries, and then wondered why he got fired. And his girlfriend, Tia, who's best quality was that she was a question-talker.
There was Dannyjones, who looked like a pterodactyl (not at all an overexaggeration) and had the IQ of a rock. Not to mention an extraordinarily large backside that he was both proud and self-conscious of. And there was M-ichael B-arnes, who ate sonic so much, that he gained several pounds and couldn't put his arms to his sides. He still thought he was hot stuff, strutting around and flirting with all the girls.
And last, but certainly not least, Javier, whose nose hair and mustache were connected, and who was suspiciously friendly to all the carhops.
I am not sad that I don't work there anymore.
There was Gary, who as a manager, couldn't count back change. He also never washed his hair. Ever. Then there was his dad, Marty, a 50-something ex-con who only had 4 teeth. He offered to set up a double date with Carrie and I. Gary was the other choice. No thanks.
There was Sam, who came to work so stoned that he put his hand into the fryer instead of fries, and then wondered why he got fired. And his girlfriend, Tia, who's best quality was that she was a question-talker.
There was Dannyjones, who looked like a pterodactyl (not at all an overexaggeration) and had the IQ of a rock. Not to mention an extraordinarily large backside that he was both proud and self-conscious of. And there was M-ichael B-arnes, who ate sonic so much, that he gained several pounds and couldn't put his arms to his sides. He still thought he was hot stuff, strutting around and flirting with all the girls.
And last, but certainly not least, Javier, whose nose hair and mustache were connected, and who was suspiciously friendly to all the carhops.
I am not sad that I don't work there anymore.
Friday, July 10, 2009
more like "city of crap"
Tonight I watched the movie "City of Angels" for the first time. If you've never seen it, and want to, don't read this.
So Nicholas Cage is a guardian angel, and he falls in love with Meg Ryan, a surgeon. He finds out how to show himself to her and communicate with her, but he can't feel her when they touch and he can't be in a real relationship with her. Because their lives are so different, she tells him that she can't see him anymore. She has to move on with her life without him. So he opts to throw away his angelic life and duties, and become mortal. They finally get together, and one day later, Meg Ryan gets hit by a bus and dies. The End.
Really? She dies? Could this movie have ended any worse? They couldn't have just lived happily ever after like any other romantic drama? I was thoroughly disappointed. If you want a tearjerking romantic movie, pick The Notebook.
So Nicholas Cage is a guardian angel, and he falls in love with Meg Ryan, a surgeon. He finds out how to show himself to her and communicate with her, but he can't feel her when they touch and he can't be in a real relationship with her. Because their lives are so different, she tells him that she can't see him anymore. She has to move on with her life without him. So he opts to throw away his angelic life and duties, and become mortal. They finally get together, and one day later, Meg Ryan gets hit by a bus and dies. The End.
Really? She dies? Could this movie have ended any worse? They couldn't have just lived happily ever after like any other romantic drama? I was thoroughly disappointed. If you want a tearjerking romantic movie, pick The Notebook.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Cujo lives upstairs
Ah, the joys of apartment life. Our bedroom wall is adjacent with the staircase of the apartment directly above us. I think our upstairs neighbors are a couple of guys, I've never actually seen them. They are quiet enough, except for the occasional late-night run up and down the stairs, which we can hear quite well. But I do know that, whoever they are, they have dogs. Ugh, dogs.
Don't get me wrong, I actually love dogs. Someday, when we have a yard, we might have one. But I hate these dogs. It seems that every single time I get Portia to sleep and lay down for a nap myself, they start barking and whining. They too run up and down the stairs, and have woken me and Portia up several times. Today was especially bad. They would run form one end of the apartment to the other, down the stairs and back up again, over and over, all the while barking as much as possible. I could hear them through the walls and ceiling, and coming through the baby moniter from the other end of the house. And this is all while their owners are home (I heard them tromp up the stairs as well). I never could sleep, and I'm surprised my baby didn't wake up more than she did.
I want to knock on their door and be the annoying neighbor who tells them to keep it down. I mean, my newborn is quieter than their dogs! Of all the people in this apartment complex to have the noisy dog neighbors, it had to be the sleep-deprived brand new parents? Really?
Don't get me wrong, I actually love dogs. Someday, when we have a yard, we might have one. But I hate these dogs. It seems that every single time I get Portia to sleep and lay down for a nap myself, they start barking and whining. They too run up and down the stairs, and have woken me and Portia up several times. Today was especially bad. They would run form one end of the apartment to the other, down the stairs and back up again, over and over, all the while barking as much as possible. I could hear them through the walls and ceiling, and coming through the baby moniter from the other end of the house. And this is all while their owners are home (I heard them tromp up the stairs as well). I never could sleep, and I'm surprised my baby didn't wake up more than she did.
I want to knock on their door and be the annoying neighbor who tells them to keep it down. I mean, my newborn is quieter than their dogs! Of all the people in this apartment complex to have the noisy dog neighbors, it had to be the sleep-deprived brand new parents? Really?
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