Former President Carter has had some strong words about Governor Cox, a Republican, repeatedly referred to evolution as a "buzzword" in a speach on Tursday and wishing to ban the word from Georgia school curriculum. It would not require schools to buy new textbooks, but forbid teachers from using the word. Didn't Scopes already fight this battle in 1925?
*Related note: Fox News also had an adversisement for a George Bush Action Figure. Bring it on.
It gives me a warm fuzzy inside when I hear people say, "I just wanted to tell you that I only tipped you $3.50 because I'm poor, but I wish I could give you more, you did such a wonderful job, you deserve it." Almost as good a feeling as cold cash in my pocket.
Driving to Vy's apt, 4 am, looking for the entrance, turned in the wrong street, start stopping at every street to read the sign. Car with bright lights comes up behind me, follows me into the subdivision, pulls up next to me when I park, window goes down.
Him: Hey, remember me?
Me: No.
Him: Seth? Remember?
Me: No, sorry.
Him: C'mon, remember? from three weeks ago?
Me: No, three weeks ago, I was in the hospital in Kentucky.
Him: Are you sure?
Went sledding, missed not going last year. Went on purple disks down the RHIT campus and determined that the funnest hill is to the left of the one directly behind NewRes: it has a jump. Today, my bum is slightly sore from landing. Gravity's such a compelling force.
Leaving L'ville yesterday, I noticed that Sus had a new lawn ornament: a white Nissan Maxima. A girl got out, 16 or 17 and said how sorry she was, that she wasn't able to turn, though she had her brakes on and couldn't slow down while going down the hill, and she had two friends coming to help push her out.
Dad started explaining about the brakes and the turning, then asked if I had Uncle B's phone number. I did, but I didn't want to inflict him upon that girl.
Her friends showed up, both of them small 16-year-old girls and 2 random older men. Nobody had a clue as to what to do.
First they tried just pushing, and when that didn't work they wanted her to call a tow druck to get her the 5 feet out of the muddy, icy yard. At this point I stepped in. Told her to put it in reverse, so the car only goes one way and the motor's helping, orchestrated a rocking motion push to get her going. They all stopped pushing after she was out of the first hole, leaving her still in the second one, and we had to start again. Convinced her to get in the car ["but it'll add weight!"] and help us by lightly applying the pedal, which she floored and covered me (only me) in mud. This made me happy to no end when she did not apologise.
After she was free, she asked Dad what it would cost to fix the yard.
"Depends on how much of it you do yourself."
I like de-mons and I cannot lie
You other slayers can't deny
when a vamp walks in with a really scary face
or a curse all in your face,
you get scared, wanna get all tough
'cause you're making that vamp all dust...
That Marathon Buffy did strange things to us. Just be sure, next time you go whoring at a vamp nest, you use protection, don't need to contract any VTD's.*
Inspired by Ghani's transformation of her hairstyle that she's had, forever, I decided to take a look at "Hair Styles: Hair Online" around to see what in the world I might do with mine, besides the usual "trim it up and I'll look like I spent time on it for a day."
[right] really ought to ask for her money back, since that's what mine looks like if I dry it without combing it at all. Better clothes would do wonders for her self esteem, too. [right] is an interesting take on the mullet, a bit more modern, but keeping the party in the front and business in the back idea. No matter what I do, I'll eventually end up with hair like [right], to become [left] when it grows out.
I liked [left], but Ghani didn't. Said it looks like her hair right now, stringy and unwashed. Also, to pull it off, I'd have to shave half my head. I've had it like [right] before, and I absolutely adore [left]'s color and cut, little mid 90's, but super cute and fun.
But, oh god, shoot me if anything turns out like [both].
We all know about the death of Mike, my trusty blender. Last night, bored out of my mind, I decided to do an autopsy on him, you know, see what made him tick and use the motor for something else. While disassembling, I found a thing that looked wrong, and screwed some pieces back together, determined the nature of the error, and repaired it so the same thing shouldn't happen again.
And they say that romance is dead.
AB, since I know you have a similar one, if the top piece unattaches itself, it's because the screw that hold the two pieces together turns with the top, eventually unscrewing itself. Use a bit of super glue to firmly attach the screw end into the moving portion.
So, my DDD family has grown again: I have a new little sis! Our Faculty advisor is becoming an honorary initiate, and yours truly is her sposor.
It's strange to go through all of the ceremonies again with a little sis that's already married and could have baby-sat for you, but it's also interesting to hear all of the words directed at collegians and then re-interpret them as an older member. It all makes me realise that the decisions I made four years ago are still the same ones I'd make today, and that each time we do pledging or initiation, I pick up on a part I'd never really thought about before.
I really did have a great post for today, carefully crafted in my head over the last day, and have forgotten it as soon as the computer came into my field of view.
So I'll tell you about my apron.
At work, we wear an apron at night and on weekends and work out of it all night, so we aren't continually opening and closing the cash drawer and can get change to customers much faster. Being a new girl, I got one out of the "These people quit" bin, repaired it myself, and after 4 days of service, am going to wash it. It's white.
Last night, I put it in a bucket of soapy water to help it along in the cleaning later, and the water turned color, but my apron still hasn't yet. yuck.
What a weekend! I closed thursday, Friday, and Saturday, then worked the game on Sunday at noon. Afterwards, I was extremely nice to my feet, since they'd been supporting me for most of it. I plan on being even nicer to my feet with some better shoes for standing instead of running shoes.
Also, unfortunately, I have to work Saturday night, so I can't go to L'ville for the Buffy Marathon. So Friday night, I'm going out with the other new girl, she's newly 21, hasn't been out much in town, and has a boyfriend that's a bartender at willy jacks. We played Euker after I clocked off.
I have a problem, more of a girl problem than a boy problem, either to be solved by or as the cause.
I don't know how to do makeup.
It's true that attractive servers get better tips, and I've got the personality and interaction down, that's no different than dealing with the neighbors or scout parents, but I haven't the forrigest idea how to do my makeup at night, when the place is dimly lit and I'm moving around a lot. Everything I try ends up looking very... non-cute, and unable to be seen. Can you help me?
Training was pretty easy, I got to wait two tables, which was very exciting, though boring, once they had left. Just standing around, not doing anything, etc... But I did get $2 in tips, which is $2 more than I had this morning. Yay for capitalism!
I've got a job that pays! It's so exciting, and I can wear my own clothes, get to have a server's permit, and bring home a few more dollars than zero at the end of the day. So raise your glass, I start work at the Terminal on Thursday lunch. That'll be two-fifty.
Don't forget to tip your waitress.
A new devotee of Buffy is born! We spent the weekend in Lousiville watching Buffy on TV on Friday, then Saturday, New Fan [NF] bought season 4, and we marathoned Buffy Saturday and Sunday after dropping Sis off at the airport at 7am. Then Sunday after the Cheese Man, NF bought season 5 to watch in 2 weekends, encouraging me to bring other fans to L'ville for another marathon Buffy weekend. Says we can make popcorn, sodas, and stay in pajamas. NF is also excited to see seasons 1 and 2, but is inclined to skip 3, since NF already knows what happens.
NF is my dad.
Open invitation to a Buffy Marathon on the weekend of the 24th in L'ville, and if you've got season 1, I'm willing to Marathon it this weekend. Or season 2 [which I'm still holding as collateral on unreturned items from a certain ex-boyfriend. Darn.]
Met the demon kitty [again] today when I went to see Ghani's mom (apparently, right after she's hung up the phone with you) and get my xmas present, Human Traffic. More on that later. I haven't seen Clemmy since she was little, but what did demon kitty do? Stood on her back legs and meowed menacingly at my leg.
Not anything about which I need to think a whole lot (unlike the tech sites I read,) but I'd also be very sad if these [people, sites] dried up and disappeared.
10. Can see which clothes will fit at 6 months pregnant
9. New Year's Diet jump-started
8. Not one, but 3 cool scars
7. Have to ask that cute employee to get things down for you from any shelf when shopping
6. Already know the ER nurses' names for future visits. And the floor nurses'. And the lab nurses'. And the OR nurses'. And the cute nurse anesthesiologist's.
5. Not going to get it again
4. Betadine gives an almost realistic, if strangely shaped, fake tan
3. Can escape boring conversations easily (hold side, start walking)
2. Don't have to drive
1. Nobody expects anything from you
0. Can wear pink pajama pants all the time
Wow, what an adventure. I had the most rocking New Year's ever! It totally beat out last year at the llama farm with mom. This year, I rocked it out with the nurses at Suburban Hospital. They gave me some good stuff, so I really don't remember most of New Year's Eve, it's mostly a blur of waiting in the ER, getting poked with needles, really nice nurses, a cute anesthesiologist, and demerol. Yeah, that stuff works so fast.
But I'm home now, having started my New Year's diet off well with a liquid diet and being short an appendix. Still painted up, though, with the betadine. Anybody know how to get that off without the skin still attached?
Also on the plus side, I do have a name for my new stuffed puppy dog- Dixy, I have a legitimate reason to wear pink pj pants all the time, besides just being lazy, and I didn't have to drive myself home to TN.
What did you do? I'd love to have New year's vicariously through you!
