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Sunday, December 9th, 2007
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4:42 pm - Let's Call it the Reggie Effect...
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So I'm out shopping today for my Secret Santa gifts (I ended up getting her three small antibacterial lotions and 15 songs on iTunes, fit the $25 budget perfectly) and I was looking for a Phoenix Suns keychain or some such for her, as she's apparently a Suns fan.
I knew I was in for some weirdness when Bath and Body Works had a folding Saints stadium chair. Granted, only one, but wow.
Then when I went to the sports store in the mall, well, I had to take pictures.
( Shock and Disbelief! )
It's Christmas. I'm not allowed to buy things for myself.
The day after Christmas, though...should no one partake of these, and no one has to, I'll be hoping that there's an Xmas sale and that stuff is mine! MINE!!!!
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| Thursday, May 3rd, 2007
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5:56 am - Attention all public readers!
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I will be changing this to a friends-only LJ very soon. Primarily because I'm putting everything regarding me onto things that are at least a little secure, because I don't want my life to be so public, primarily because I'll be a teacher someplace and the last thing I want is for my students to look up silly old stuff about me.
So if you read this, and you're not already on my friends list, post it here and let me know. You've got a week.
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| Sunday, April 15th, 2007
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8:51 am - A Weird dream....
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One weird dream....
So I decide to visit my old friend at the mental ward I used to work at. Not too freaky yet, because I did that just last Wednesday for lunch. While I'm there, a crisis erupts that I get caught in the middle of. I have to help with a restraint, and after that I get sent with a group on an outing.
To Sea World, when the ward is here in the Valley. Thankfully my dream skips over the drive. We're at Sea World, and Shamu does all sorts of neat tricks and what not, and then in another pool I hear an alarm, then see an old man jump in, follwed by Shamu shooting down a HUGE waterslide after him. He doesn't come up, but Shamu brings him to the surface gently with the mouth and me and others from the ward try to give him CPR, but half his skull is caved in...
Now I'm these luxurious lower halls of Sea World. They quickly find out I'm not an employee and have no desire to be one, so they have no control over me. This council of three guys is sitting at a bank of computers and are discussing how to pay me off and keep me quiet. FInally they decide on an 80 gig iPod, which is fine with me, I guess, except that they don't have any iPods at all.
Now it's something out of a bad cartoon, with me wlaking around and random people throwing cheap electronics at me. I'm actually running to get away from them. Then I come across this building that's just a plain cylinder, and I run inside, and STAN LEE is there, and he says, "Take the deal, any deal, kid."
So I took a couple of remote control cars. Gotta listen when THE MAN speaks.
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| Sunday, March 18th, 2007
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6:45 pm - Oh the PAIN
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I'm prone to canker sores, as I've posted/ranted about before on here.
Right now, in the stages of leaving, is the biggest one I've ever had. It's about 1/2" in diameter under my tongue.
There's a matching one on the inside of my cheek that is tiny and not painful in contrast.
On a nurse's advice, I applied salt to my finger and then directly to the sore.
I've never broken a bone or had major surgery-type things happen (knock wood) but good lord, that was some distilled pain. Not a burning, or a breaking, just a hurting.
That is all.
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| Sunday, February 18th, 2007
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2:42 am - V-Day Revisited!
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I outdid myself, I think. Words could say it, but I've got Photobucket for just this reason....
Here's the balloons which were inexpensive enough to let me get two dozen:
Here's the table setting for when she got home from class:
Things went well.
Now I'm just waiting for the concert on Friday. OWNAGE!!!!
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| Wednesday, February 14th, 2007
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8:30 pm - The V-Day!
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Last year I was just getting used to my girlfriend. This year, I can't imagine life without her.
Since she won't read this until afterwards, it's safe to say here that I'm prepared for the event. She's got class this evening, and rather than play Guitar Hero or WC3 I've been making dinner, getting things ready, cleaning, etc.
I have to say it's not as neat-freak perfect as I envisioned, not nearly, but things do look pretty good.
She just called to say she's on her way, so I ahve to start cooking now.
Oh--what I really wanted to note was that between my home and my work, I passed 24 sidewalk displays of V-Day merch. Two of them were from florists who moved their displays outside, so I don't know if they count....but the underpaid kids in China must have been really hardworking this year.
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| Friday, February 9th, 2007
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8:52 pm - Who's a lucky bastard? I sure am!
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It's worth noting that I'm supremely lucky right now. Yes, I am broke, living paycheck to paycheck, but it's hard to think of the bad things when I'm with someone who appears to have an incredible understanding of what makes me tick.
For your consideration: ( Don't read if you get jealous )
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| Wednesday, January 31st, 2007
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6:40 pm - An open letter to the kids I work with...
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| Saturday, January 13th, 2007
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10:58 pm - You've got to be kidding...
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....the Saints are in the NFC Title game? One game from the Super Bowl?
For those of you not in the know, this is the first time the Saints have gotten this far in the playoffs.
Ever.
No, seriously, ever. In 40 years of existence, this is the pinnacle.
My dad couldn't bear to watch the entire game. Which I understand--he's had a lot of history telling him the Saints can do naught but lose this game.
Now? He wants to believe, so very badly, but it's like a dog that's eaten poisoned steak every week for a lifetime. It smells so good, but you know it's gonna go badly.
I really don't know how to handle this. As despondent as I would be at 3-13 (which was last year, 2nd worst record in the league, and now they are in the final four, best turnaround ever) my affect is suprisingly mellow, as is my mood.
Literally, I don't know what to do. I'm without any bearing on what to do. If I were back home, I'd be partying and group hugging. Is it just because I'm still not feeling 100%? Am I like my father, waiting for the other shoe to drop? Am I so overjoyed that my brain's centers of joy have shorted out?
I don't know, but Go Seahawks in Sunday's game!
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| Thursday, January 11th, 2007
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8:42 pm - Divisional Weekend!
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So here's the deal:
There are four good playoff games this weekend. One of them, Saturday's late game, is the Saints trying to go to the NFC Championship, and that is the most relevant game for me.
However, my (much) better half is going to be in Palm Springs all weekend. Therefore, there's no reason for me to pretend to civility--she's the only one I care enough about to restrain myself around. ;)
So if you want to eat greasy pizza, watch football, and scream till you're hoarse for my beloved Saints, then you're welcome at my pad this weekend.
For the record, I'm not cleaning, I'm not shaving, and if I smell bad that's just the scent of victory, baby.
Go Saints!
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| Friday, December 22nd, 2006
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10:03 pm - Some Musings...
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First of all, I hate the saying "Season's Greetings." I understand that there are any number of holidays out there at this time of the year, and people want to have a nondenominational way of saying 'have a good one'. But this particular saying just rankles me, it's akin to saying "Whatever it is that you celebrate, pretend that I made the proper greeting for it."
To the general public, I ask this question: As time goes on in a relationship, is it the usual thing for phone and online conversation to dwindle, even as in-person conversation remains strong as ever? Is it because we're no longer getting to know the person, or no longer trying desperately to impress someone who appears to be way out of our league? (hypothetically speaking, naturally)
The Saints are division winners. I will say no more, because I'm supremely superstitious about such things. I will say the bandwagon is forming, the caravan will be moving out soon, and the big pieces of wood will be handy, in case they are needed.
I will say that it's been so cute to see my dad come back to the Saints, after having his heart broken for so long. He tunes in to only watch the second half of games now, because he's seen far too many good first halves from our team. He's been getting pleasant surprises, too.
Apparently my company is switching to a uniform policy for the staff. We tried it with the kids, and it was...well...a disaster. We bought something like 200 white polo shirts and a buttload of black dickies pants, to find that they were destroyed, stolen, or thrown away within two months. We're going to try it again with the kids, and make the staff do it too. I heartily disapprove, especially because we're getting two polos and a sweatshirt. We can't even get them to give us a week's worth of uniforms. Ugh.
It's late, and I'm sleepy. Peace out.
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| Wednesday, October 18th, 2006
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10:06 pm - Saints!
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Okay, if you don't care about football, or about people who are passionate about such, then feel free to move on.
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| Monday, September 25th, 2006
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7:42 pm - Halftime!
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So it's halftime of the Saints' first home game in 14 months. We're ahead 20-3.
I am terrified. FREAKED OUT.
I'm afraid to say anything at all. Will I jinx it? Should I try for a reverse jinx? I'm paralyzed!
If you call me and you're not Carmela, I won't answer, because you're going to jinx everything by saying how good things are going. (She gets a pass because she's willing to put up with my foolishness on these matters.)
Also, I'd like to add that pausing the game for a while is definitely fun, but it means I have no time to be nervous during commercials. I get to skip all the stories about how this is America's Team and blah blah blah.
I covered that stuff in a post a year ago and it still holds true, as does my statement about bandwagons and a wooden bat.
Stay tuned, kiddies.
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| Monday, September 4th, 2006
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5:32 pm - Housewarming!
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Okay, people, it's time for some potluck fun.
Jim and Nicole have moved into new digs, and if you didn't help them move (I didn't, but if he'd have asked sooner than the day of the move I probably would have) or even if you did, it's time to do some housewarming.
Apparently, it's on for Sunday, the 10th, at 5, contact whoever you need to to get the location, I won't post the address here but I'll get it to you if you ask.
This might be your only shot for a while to try my famous-if-famous-means-across-the-street gumbo pasta, with chicken and sausage. I have to say it's exceedingly tasty. So make a dish and bring it!
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| Monday, August 14th, 2006
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11:22 pm - Meme ahoy!
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I saw this on Infmom and Blinkie's LJ's, figured it was worth doing.
1. What is your main cell phone ring-tone?
Well, the main one is "Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap" but my ladyfriend asked to have "Whip It" as the tone that plays when she calls, I do like hearing that tone and what will happen after that. :D
2. What is your default LJ icon?
The two figures from "Rejected" banging on the paper to get out
3. What station is your car radio permanently tuned to?
KFWB, the exceptions are when I have company and I want music or when there's a Dodgers game.
4. What is your computer desktop image?
This photoshopped image I got from DeviantArt.com called "Fallen Angel", because her wings are super-well-rendered.
5. Is there something you wear every single day?
Glasses! I'm freakin' BLIND!
6. I wish I had a tracking device on:
My pens at my desk--either they are all buried or someone I know is a pen thief!
7. What page does your internet browser open with?
Sluggy.com (Thanks Dan!)
8. This item never leaves my car/purse:
I can't think of anything besides my wallet.
9. What TV show do you never miss?
Oh the joys of TiVo DVR courtesy of SBC AT&T Dish Network! There's a list!
a. American Chopper
b. Teen Titans (I've seen all the episodes now)
c. CSI: Las Vegas
d. Televised Poker--that crap is fascinating!
e. Blind Date (tell me you don't enjoy watching the train wrecks and the lustfests)
f. MXC (because the MST3K writers had to go somewhere!)
g. Family Guy
(I watch none of these live--and I'm super-spoiled now about fastforwarding!)
10. What phrase do you hear yourself repeating too often?
I'm pretty good about not repeating things too often--I used to be terrible about repeating jokes and phrases over and over, but I'm on top of such habits now. Things I say too often that I wish I didn't have to say: "Man, I'm so very tired" or "Please wake up and keep working on your assignment"
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| Sunday, August 13th, 2006
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11:30 am - Changed Plans and How It Worked Out Okay....
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So last night Carmela and I were going to go to the Hollywood Cemetery for the showing of "Psycho." We had some pizza to eat, a cooler for drinks, blankets to lay on. We got to the area about 7:45 for the 9 pm show and the line to park in the complex is stopped. Moving one car every five minutes, something like that. So we pull out of that line and try to park in this strip mall next to it, and this Asian guy comes out of one of the stores and starts jabbering at us to buy something or else there will be towing.
Now I don't like being manipulated. I get enough of that at work. So Carmela goes and talks to the guy, and frankly I'm amazed that he remains upright. We talk it over, and agree that he's enough of a prick to have my car towed, so we go in search of street parking.
Let me tell you, we went from Santa Monica to Sunset, up and down, and found nothing. NOTHING! So we bail on that and head home, quickchange, and go catch the tail end of Janel's set at 14 below. (For the record, my girlfriend is a NASCAR racer in her second job) After that, we decide to head to Zanzibar for some dancing.
(Zanzibar, for me, is eternally linked to Tenacious D's song, "Fuck Her Gently". I'm just saying.)
Now I suffer from white-guy-itis, where I have little dancing ability and a lot of self-consciousness when trying. But it's really easy for me to dance with Carmela, mainly because I know no matter how bad I look, no one's looking at me when I'm with her. The exception might be to think something like "SHE is dancing with HIM?!?!" And we had a lot of fun, really. My thighs and kneecaps hurt, though. It's a worthwhile pain.
Perhaps the most amusing tidbits of the night include how we moved to block a set of guys from moving in on a set of drunken girls, and how she and I switched places so these other guys would be staring at my butt instead of hers. They deserved what they got--I don't feel guilty.
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| Wednesday, August 9th, 2006
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5:11 pm - Dreams!
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I'm more nervous than I care to admit to when it comes to luck and waiting on events. I don't handle waiting very well. I get anxious, perhaps craky, but it's a riot for those who observe me at such times.
I'm still waiting on the results from the last section of the CSET test, I think I did well but I hate saying that because I'm superstitious and I don't want to jinx anything. So my dream last night wasn't really a surprise.
I have a mechanical pencil that's got a huge grip. It's been pretty good to me, the only test I haven't passed with it was that first time through with the CSET, and that wasn't my pencil's fault, it was mine for taking six hours of testing all at once. I strongly feel that my lucky pencil got me to pass those three sections despite my brain being tapioca.
The other day I loaned it to Carmela for her chemistry test and I promised all sorts of death and destruction if she failed to bring it back. She brought it back just fine, and I was ever so relieved. Nautrally, I had a dream that she left it at school, but it was at UC Santa Cruz for some reason. So I had to drive up there, look all over the campus...
...and then wake up before I'd found the stupid thing. Supremely annoying.
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| Sunday, July 9th, 2006
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10:48 pm - Some musings...
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...No, I'm not dead, just...supremely happy, that's all. It's been noted before that when things are going well, my LJ postings become few and far between. It's true--I'm too busy being happy to post here. Carmela and I are at six months next weekend. It blows my mind how rapidly that time has passed.
...I'm all for new experiences. Sushi made from eel proved exceedingly tasty, but a strawberry-banana smoothie with little tapioca balls in it proved rather less so. Chew them? It's like eating a slug. Smoothie was tasty though.
...I must pass the CSET's fourth section to get hired by LAUSD. My new plan is to attempt to get hired by a principal before I actually have the results, because it'd be a super-busy two weeks between getting the results and the start of the school year.
...It is hot as can be. But most of you probably knew that.
...I'm broke as can be, but that's not really anything new. That's temporary, though. That is all.
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| Saturday, June 3rd, 2006
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9:01 am - I'm hurting....hurting, I say!
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| Saturday, May 20th, 2006
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11:06 pm - CSET! Aigh!
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So today I took the CSET, the last major hurdle before becoming a teacher.
I had the choice of taking it for multiple subjects, that's for elementary teachers so that was no go, I had to pick a subject. If I had a master's degree, then it wouldn't have been necessarty, but c'est la vie and all that.
My first impulse was math, but reviewing the practice questions showed me that it's way out of my range. English is what I settled on, and believe me, it was a painful choice. What the hell do I know about the defining event of the Romantic period (I'm hoping it was the French Revolution and not the English-Scottish union) or what it means to be a New Critical thinker?
The test was for 1:30 in San Gabriel, I left at 12:45 and arrived fifteen minutes late thanks to stupid Dodgers traffic. I wasn't the only one though. I tested for about four hours straight, and wrote something like nine pages' worth of essays and a hundred multiple choice questions.
I prepped for this thanks to some AP english materials at barnes and noble, I imagine I could have checked things out of the library but this seemed more direct.
I think I did pretty well. I know my essays were good and on topic, and I feel pretty good about the m/c part too.
Now I have to wait two weeks for my unofficial scores. Sigh.
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