1. he is really funny
2. when he is wrong, he often says "i'm sorry."
3. he can only beat me in pool if he's had a few beers
4. he knows that i usually kick his butt at "scrabble," but he'll play it with me anyway, and then lose with grace
5. ditto for "othello"
6. he'll always make me a drink when i ask him to
7. he knows how and likes to plant flowers and plants
8. sometimes he surprises me with how he acts
9. he will do the dishes if i ask him to
10. he always does the trash without complaining
11. he loves kids, and he can always make a baby smile
12. he'll buy me starbucks
13. he is a good kisser
14. he always does his fair share (and more) of making sunday dinner for my whole family
15. he is very generous
30 June 2006
23 June 2006
22 June 2006
the ONLY thing i miss
I really miss my attached bathroom.
Having a huge house with beautiful wood floors, three porches of various kinds, a garage and a driveway, a finished attic, an enormous basement, new furnace and ac, 4 bedrooms and 2 and a half baths, and I miss my attached bathroom from our crummy, little, all-dingy-white, three room apartment. Seriously, though. There is no curtain on the window in the hall I have to cross from my new bathroom to my bedroom and I don't have a bathrobe. You get the (disturbing) picture. Every day I pray that the house next door has it's blinds shut again. And then I run.
Having a huge house with beautiful wood floors, three porches of various kinds, a garage and a driveway, a finished attic, an enormous basement, new furnace and ac, 4 bedrooms and 2 and a half baths, and I miss my attached bathroom from our crummy, little, all-dingy-white, three room apartment. Seriously, though. There is no curtain on the window in the hall I have to cross from my new bathroom to my bedroom and I don't have a bathrobe. You get the (disturbing) picture. Every day I pray that the house next door has it's blinds shut again. And then I run.
20 June 2006
of all places...
So, yesterday was not a good day for me. It was Joel's moped night, so he was gone. And I am not going to unpack more boxes when I am cranky, tired, depressed, and in pain. So, I sat down to watch like 5 Baby Stories (thanks tivo!) and The Wedding Singer (again, tivo? all my love!). Meanwhile I ate a large bowl of Eggo waffle cereal and an ice cream sandwich (thanks Josh!). But that is not really part of this story. Going on.
One of our cats, Pseudo, has a hocking problem. We think he eats his food too fast and his stomach gets upset. Ugh. So, Julia's on tv spilling her guts to her mom in her crisis moment and I hear the telltale gurgles. Eww. Of course the cat is over THE ONLY RUG CURRENTLY SET UP IN THE HOUSE. So, I yell at him to get off, running wildly at him, and perhaps there was a little cursing. (Under my breath, of course...) Stupid cat jumps on a chair and lets it rip. Sigh...
Why is it that he ALWAYS has to find the ONLY carpet to hock on? It's a BRAND NEW jute rug. I can't throw this giant rug in the washer or anything. And I couldn't get all the wet mooshy pieces out of it. So, I had to drag it to the sink (I was in a VERY bad mood) and rinse it off.
And there it sits this morning. Because my absent at that time husband will be taking care of it.
One of our cats, Pseudo, has a hocking problem. We think he eats his food too fast and his stomach gets upset. Ugh. So, Julia's on tv spilling her guts to her mom in her crisis moment and I hear the telltale gurgles. Eww. Of course the cat is over THE ONLY RUG CURRENTLY SET UP IN THE HOUSE. So, I yell at him to get off, running wildly at him, and perhaps there was a little cursing. (Under my breath, of course...) Stupid cat jumps on a chair and lets it rip. Sigh...
Why is it that he ALWAYS has to find the ONLY carpet to hock on? It's a BRAND NEW jute rug. I can't throw this giant rug in the washer or anything. And I couldn't get all the wet mooshy pieces out of it. So, I had to drag it to the sink (I was in a VERY bad mood) and rinse it off.
And there it sits this morning. Because my absent at that time husband will be taking care of it.
15 June 2006
ugly day
I'm having an ugly day.
1. My outfit is SUPPOSED to be cute. It is not FEELING cute.
2. I have zits trying to make their way onto my forehead. Eww.
3. My newly cut hair is NOT behaving. Why can't you flip where I want you to?
4. I am feeling fat.
In addition:
1. I have a headache for some unknown reason.
2. I want coffee and probably will not get any.
3. Getting coffee would make me feel fatter.
4. I do not want to be at work today.
All these things make me feel ugly today. Ugh.
1. My outfit is SUPPOSED to be cute. It is not FEELING cute.
2. I have zits trying to make their way onto my forehead. Eww.
3. My newly cut hair is NOT behaving. Why can't you flip where I want you to?
4. I am feeling fat.
In addition:
1. I have a headache for some unknown reason.
2. I want coffee and probably will not get any.
3. Getting coffee would make me feel fatter.
4. I do not want to be at work today.
All these things make me feel ugly today. Ugh.
08 May 2006
why?
Why is it that whenever I go to buy underwear there is always an old lady looking at the same section - and possibly the same kind? Do I wear grannypants or something?
18 April 2006
not doing well...
We are buying a house. Seriously. It is FREAKING nuts. My whole body will not CALM DOWN. It is so much money. Ok. That's all I wanted to say. In fact, that is all I can say.
13 April 2006
letter to clear my head
Dear XXXXX
IFEVERYONETALKED...like this, perhaps i (BREATH) WOULDENJOYEDITING yoursound files utidon't. ITMIGHTBEHARD (BREATH) tochangeyourstylebut IDON'TREALLYENJOY you screaming in my ear.
love,
liz
IFEVERYONETALKED...like this, perhaps i (BREATH) WOULDENJOYEDITING yoursound files utidon't. ITMIGHTBEHARD (BREATH) tochangeyourstylebut IDON'TREALLYENJOY you screaming in my ear.
love,
liz
22 March 2006
bucky? really?
Dear Bucky Covington,
I really enjoy watching American Idol. Unfortunately, I do not enjoy watching you. I'm sorry. I'm sure you're a great guy and everything, but I hope you go home tonight.
Love,
Liz
PS, please take Kevin Covais with you.
I really enjoy watching American Idol. Unfortunately, I do not enjoy watching you. I'm sorry. I'm sure you're a great guy and everything, but I hope you go home tonight.
Love,
Liz
PS, please take Kevin Covais with you.
fat man walking
Hormones, medications, and stress? That, my friends, is a recipe for disaster. Today at work I am reading a news story on the BBC website (http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4818036.stm) and I almost start crying.
Right.
I am reading about a fat man walking across the US. Yes, his story is inspiring. Yes, it is pretty cool. Is it “cry-worthy?” Apparently.
Depression medications do strange things to your body. I itch. I sweat. I feel nauseated. I am irritable. Add hormones to THAT mix. (stupid T.O. M.) Mix in a pinch of house-buying stress.
Sucker, you're goin' down!
Fat man walking across America? You've got my respect. You've also got my tears. Please keep them.
15 March 2006
fo' free
So, connections are good. Seriously. Buying a house with an old kitchen? Ask my dad, kitchen designer and licensed builder for design and installation help. Done.
Need beautiful wood shelves, chairs, entertainment center etc? Enlist the help of Joel's friend Reuben.
Need a cheap book? Call up my mom for 40% off at the Calvin Bookstore.
Need some kickin' cases for a new ipod nano? Ask brother in law Josh to work his magic. Unbelieveably, Josh has contacts all over the world due to his videoblog. One of these connections is a product tester. This product tester has offered Josh products that she is done testing, or that were sent to her for free. She is also VERY generous.
I got an ipod Nano for my birthday. Sweet 25! (NOT from the product tester) (Though she IS very generous) Unfortunately I don't have a case for the little treasure yet. Josh, in all his infinite "connection-ness?" writes his friend up and asks if she has any junk for a Nano. Lo and behold she does! So, this generous lady sent him (and by extension, me) this (of course in pink) and this (in purple) and this (in pink as well). So, now my Nano will not be naked. And that? Is fantastic.
Need beautiful wood shelves, chairs, entertainment center etc? Enlist the help of Joel's friend Reuben.
Need a cheap book? Call up my mom for 40% off at the Calvin Bookstore.
Need some kickin' cases for a new ipod nano? Ask brother in law Josh to work his magic. Unbelieveably, Josh has contacts all over the world due to his videoblog. One of these connections is a product tester. This product tester has offered Josh products that she is done testing, or that were sent to her for free. She is also VERY generous.
I got an ipod Nano for my birthday. Sweet 25! (NOT from the product tester) (Though she IS very generous) Unfortunately I don't have a case for the little treasure yet. Josh, in all his infinite "connection-ness?" writes his friend up and asks if she has any junk for a Nano. Lo and behold she does! So, this generous lady sent him (and by extension, me) this (of course in pink) and this (in purple) and this (in pink as well). So, now my Nano will not be naked. And that? Is fantastic.
21 March 2005
the 411 on nanny 911
Whoa - I totally did not expect to like this show. But, I believe I am starting to love it!
This is a FOX show (already warning sirens are blaring). Parents who cannot control their kids call in to Nanny Central. Nanny Central then dispatches a nanny - one of three (I think) - who specializes in the particulars of that family's problem. Then the nanny observes the family and gives them new rules to help the family communicate better, or work together, or cure separation anxieties. The nanny leaves the family after this week of intensive triaining.
From what I've seen of this show, it's pretty spot on. I've never seen a nanny give advice that I didn't agree with. They are really down to earth and seem really well trained for their jobs. Seriously. It's a pretty good show. Not appointment TV yet, but still worth the effort to watch!
This is a FOX show (already warning sirens are blaring). Parents who cannot control their kids call in to Nanny Central. Nanny Central then dispatches a nanny - one of three (I think) - who specializes in the particulars of that family's problem. Then the nanny observes the family and gives them new rules to help the family communicate better, or work together, or cure separation anxieties. The nanny leaves the family after this week of intensive triaining.
From what I've seen of this show, it's pretty spot on. I've never seen a nanny give advice that I didn't agree with. They are really down to earth and seem really well trained for their jobs. Seriously. It's a pretty good show. Not appointment TV yet, but still worth the effort to watch!
14 March 2005
addiction
i'll just come right out and say it. i'm addicted to advice columns. seriously, i can't get enough. currently, i read three different columns. one published daily, one weekly, and the last sporadically. but if these columns were hourly, i would totally be there.
i'm not exactly sure where this addiction began. i do remember in fourth grade that i was assigned to read a column of "dear abby" for a class. i'm not sure WHAT was in the article anymore, but i do know that after that i tried to catch up on "dear abby" when my mom had the paper out after that.
throughout high school, on sundays, i picked out three main sections of the paper. the comics, parade, and flair. the only thing i read in the flair section? "dear abby." sometimes "dear heloise" caught my eye, but innovative ways to decorate a dog's collar or use plastic bags didn't interest me nearly as much as the woman who had two kids by a man who was cheating on her but couldn't decide what to do.
now that i'm hooked up to the internet 8 hours a day, and have a wandering mind and a procrastinating spirit, i make sure i catch up on my sites every day. "dear abby" is always my morning read. tomato nation isn't updated nearly as regularly. although, usually sars updates the site once every few days. this one is an especially great treat because i never know if the visit will be successful or not. when i see the new summary of the vine i get really excited. finally, "dear prudence" is only once a week. usually thursday morning. but sometimes, if i am lucky, i can catch it wednesday night before i leave work. i try not to check this one too often on wednesday nights though, because i save it for my thursday morning treat.
so, basically, i don't know what exactly is wrong with me, but i can't get enough. mostly i think it is just the "thrill" i get from this little invasion of people's lives. people live such different lives than me. people do weird things. and often, they have no idea how to get out of the situations they are trapped in.
so, for now, my addiction runs strong. and really, i hope i con't find any more of these sites that are easily accessible.
i'm not exactly sure where this addiction began. i do remember in fourth grade that i was assigned to read a column of "dear abby" for a class. i'm not sure WHAT was in the article anymore, but i do know that after that i tried to catch up on "dear abby" when my mom had the paper out after that.
throughout high school, on sundays, i picked out three main sections of the paper. the comics, parade, and flair. the only thing i read in the flair section? "dear abby." sometimes "dear heloise" caught my eye, but innovative ways to decorate a dog's collar or use plastic bags didn't interest me nearly as much as the woman who had two kids by a man who was cheating on her but couldn't decide what to do.
now that i'm hooked up to the internet 8 hours a day, and have a wandering mind and a procrastinating spirit, i make sure i catch up on my sites every day. "dear abby" is always my morning read. tomato nation isn't updated nearly as regularly. although, usually sars updates the site once every few days. this one is an especially great treat because i never know if the visit will be successful or not. when i see the new summary of the vine i get really excited. finally, "dear prudence" is only once a week. usually thursday morning. but sometimes, if i am lucky, i can catch it wednesday night before i leave work. i try not to check this one too often on wednesday nights though, because i save it for my thursday morning treat.
so, basically, i don't know what exactly is wrong with me, but i can't get enough. mostly i think it is just the "thrill" i get from this little invasion of people's lives. people live such different lives than me. people do weird things. and often, they have no idea how to get out of the situations they are trapped in.
so, for now, my addiction runs strong. and really, i hope i con't find any more of these sites that are easily accessible.
08 March 2005
girlfriend's back and you're gonna be in trouble
Michelle is back on 24! And in charge! Totally, as soon as they said that division was going to be involved I knew that Michelle was coming in to kick some butt.
She is one of the best characters on 24. And she and Tony are the best love-duo. It's too bad Tony had to go to prison last season because of a little silly treason. (Just kidding, don't send me to jail!) I loved last season's cast.
Speaking of other characters that need to come back . . . When is Chloe going to make her second appearance? One thing is for sure. I love, no, LOVE this show.
In other news. It's my birthday today. Pretty great. I get carrot cake. That is awesome. WAY awesome.
Sayonarra
She is one of the best characters on 24. And she and Tony are the best love-duo. It's too bad Tony had to go to prison last season because of a little silly treason. (Just kidding, don't send me to jail!) I loved last season's cast.
Speaking of other characters that need to come back . . . When is Chloe going to make her second appearance? One thing is for sure. I love, no, LOVE this show.
In other news. It's my birthday today. Pretty great. I get carrot cake. That is awesome. WAY awesome.
Sayonarra
03 March 2005
and to think, i could have gone through life not ever knowing what that meant
Well, here it is; the grossest post in history.
So, my sister went to Nigeria this week. Her friend has been working there for a number of months and she decided to go visit said friend. (a boy - ooooooo) She sent our family an email this morning to tell us a bit about her travels.
I guess she got a little sick. A little sick in the stomach. A little sick as in "where is that special bag on the airplane" sick. A little sick as in "if yer gonna spew, spew in this" sick. With no access to a bathroom (apparantly), and only a nalgene bottle to "keep her company," she let it all out. She delicately explained the situation:
"when joe came to find me i was seated next to my nalgene filled with emesis, it being the only thing i could find when the time came when i could not suppress it any longer"
Did you find the vocabulary word for the day? Emesis: an act or instance of vomiting.
So, eww. Thanks, Louise for that little lesson. Share-time is OVER for you.
So, my sister went to Nigeria this week. Her friend has been working there for a number of months and she decided to go visit said friend. (a boy - ooooooo) She sent our family an email this morning to tell us a bit about her travels.
I guess she got a little sick. A little sick in the stomach. A little sick as in "where is that special bag on the airplane" sick. A little sick as in "if yer gonna spew, spew in this" sick. With no access to a bathroom (apparantly), and only a nalgene bottle to "keep her company," she let it all out. She delicately explained the situation:
"when joe came to find me i was seated next to my nalgene filled with emesis, it being the only thing i could find when the time came when i could not suppress it any longer"
Did you find the vocabulary word for the day? Emesis: an act or instance of vomiting.
So, eww. Thanks, Louise for that little lesson. Share-time is OVER for you.
25 February 2005
am i the only one?
Am I seriously the only one who saves the middle of the sandwich for the last bite? Today at lunch my coworkers just stared at me as I chewed a path around the crust of the sandwich and then made my way to the middle.
It's just a lot better I think, when one is able to enjoy the best part of the sandwich as the last bite. Think about it. The middle of the sandwich has the cheese, lettuce, tomato, bread, condiments, and meat. The edges just have the crunchy or hard crust and edges of everything else. Boo.
My way is WAY better.
It's just a lot better I think, when one is able to enjoy the best part of the sandwich as the last bite. Think about it. The middle of the sandwich has the cheese, lettuce, tomato, bread, condiments, and meat. The edges just have the crunchy or hard crust and edges of everything else. Boo.
My way is WAY better.
24 February 2005
more than just a bruised ego . . .
OK. I just ruined my last remaining nice possession. STUPID!
I ruined my car. Well, not exactly so it isn't functional anymore, just so it looks like sh*t now.
Let me explain. My garage is about two feet wide. Yes, that is an exaggeration, but still, it barely leaves enough room for me to open the door of my car when I'm inside. Usually to get out of the driveway in the morning I have to cut the corner short and come within an inch of damaging my front right headlight to go down the driveway. (Not that that makes any difference now . . . ) And I am prevented from having a nice turn because my roommate is usually parked so as to make a nice little "hallway" for me to snake my way through. So this morning, since no one was in the offending spot I decided to do a nice WIDE turn.
*Good idea Liz.*
Well, it turns out that it wasn't a really good idea and I heard a soft crunching noise. When I turned to look back (mortified) I saw a nice bite out of the garage doorway. And I could only imagine what I had just done to my car.
I won't lie to you, some vulgarities were used. By me. Repeatedly. I checked my car and there were some nice long scratch marks and some nice brown "bruises" along the whole right side. Brilliant. Again with the vulgarities.
So anyway, I tried to determine if the "bruises" were extra paint added ON to my car, or if they were paint taken OFF from my car. But that is yet to be determined.
One thing is for certain though. I feel like a complete idiot and will probably beat myself up for this for a long time.
I ruined my car. Well, not exactly so it isn't functional anymore, just so it looks like sh*t now.
Let me explain. My garage is about two feet wide. Yes, that is an exaggeration, but still, it barely leaves enough room for me to open the door of my car when I'm inside. Usually to get out of the driveway in the morning I have to cut the corner short and come within an inch of damaging my front right headlight to go down the driveway. (Not that that makes any difference now . . . ) And I am prevented from having a nice turn because my roommate is usually parked so as to make a nice little "hallway" for me to snake my way through. So this morning, since no one was in the offending spot I decided to do a nice WIDE turn.
*Good idea Liz.*
Well, it turns out that it wasn't a really good idea and I heard a soft crunching noise. When I turned to look back (mortified) I saw a nice bite out of the garage doorway. And I could only imagine what I had just done to my car.
I won't lie to you, some vulgarities were used. By me. Repeatedly. I checked my car and there were some nice long scratch marks and some nice brown "bruises" along the whole right side. Brilliant. Again with the vulgarities.
So anyway, I tried to determine if the "bruises" were extra paint added ON to my car, or if they were paint taken OFF from my car. But that is yet to be determined.
One thing is for certain though. I feel like a complete idiot and will probably beat myself up for this for a long time.
23 February 2005
super heros? super sucky!!
Can I just tell you how much I absolutely HATE that commercial for the VISA checkcard with all the super heros? You can see the commercial here. Now, the whole premise of the commercial is fine. And, honestly, it would have been a fine commercial except for ONE thing, or, actually, one line. Spiderman says "read my lips."
Let's just pause right there and let that sink in. ( . . . I hate that stupid commercial . . . )
You can't even SEE Spiderman's lips!! So WHY on God's green earth would he begin his line like that? The line is completely superfluous! Completely stupid and useless. The writers didn't even need to include it, and by including it just actually made themselves look stupid. Why can't Spiderman just say "Lady, listen up," or "Are you serious?" I mean, we're not in the Bush (1) era where the joke (so well played out by Dana Carvey on Saturday Night Live) is a slow nasally voice begging people to "read my lips, no new taxes." The "read my lips" line might have been a slight social commentary back then. Instead, here it is just a stupid line that ruins a commercial that could have at the least been acceptable.
So, in conclusion: that is a really dumb commercial and i turn the channel when I see it. Ew.
Let's just pause right there and let that sink in. ( . . . I hate that stupid commercial . . . )
You can't even SEE Spiderman's lips!! So WHY on God's green earth would he begin his line like that? The line is completely superfluous! Completely stupid and useless. The writers didn't even need to include it, and by including it just actually made themselves look stupid. Why can't Spiderman just say "Lady, listen up," or "Are you serious?" I mean, we're not in the Bush (1) era where the joke (so well played out by Dana Carvey on Saturday Night Live) is a slow nasally voice begging people to "read my lips, no new taxes." The "read my lips" line might have been a slight social commentary back then. Instead, here it is just a stupid line that ruins a commercial that could have at the least been acceptable.
So, in conclusion: that is a really dumb commercial and i turn the channel when I see it. Ew.
22 February 2005
first time
it's sad when i have to re-schedule a movie date with my boyfriend so i am able to catch american idol. now, in all fairness, the boys all sang last night, and i watched them. AND i VOTED! so, if i don't watch and vote for the girls, i'm really only doing HALF of my job. stupid american idol! sucking. me. in!
so, now i am torn. i really want to see "hotel rwanda," but there is not time to do both. and now boyfriend is confused that i need to be home. bummer. we'll see though, usually i get to watch my shows. (my shows. good grief) maybe we can go to the movie tomorrow. i don't need to see the results. i can just hear about them on television without pity. wednesday shows are all filler anyway . . .
so, now i am torn. i really want to see "hotel rwanda," but there is not time to do both. and now boyfriend is confused that i need to be home. bummer. we'll see though, usually i get to watch my shows. (my shows. good grief) maybe we can go to the movie tomorrow. i don't need to see the results. i can just hear about them on television without pity. wednesday shows are all filler anyway . . .
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