| Do it...'tis fun 2005-12-01 10:03:50 ET
if you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even|
if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE
UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want -
good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post
this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified)
about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you!
| Happy Belated Turkey Day, and Happy Early New Year 2005-11-28 08:31:50 ET
So for the first time in years I have a New Year's Resolution. I have three, in fact, and they're early. |
..1: Quit Smoking...one that i will set in motion today by signing up on the waiting list for a smoking cessation program fueled by the $5 extra dollars we pay in cigarette taxes.
..2: Walk dog every day...also one that I have set in motion today. She is about 10 pounds overweight. While some of this is because she doesn't have a huge yard and another dog to play with anymore, the rest of it is due to my laziness.
..3: Stop being so goddamn lazy and get my lethargic ass out of the house every day, even when I'm not working...which will be aided by ..2.
There. Apparently New Year's is coming early this year :P
Oh! Addendum to ..3: This means being SOCIAL, dammit, and then maybe things like what happened in the Castro on Halloween won't happen anymore.
| Hairdressers and Saving the World. 2005-11-10 20:32:27 ET
Problem resolved at work. Unspoken apologies and a truce were done made.|
Anyhow. We had a benefit for the Lance Armstrong Foundation last night, and it was awesome. For ages, I've been trying to figure out a way that I could do some good with my hairstuff, and last night, I donated five appointments to cancer research. The whole salon was in on it, ten stylists. Haircuts were $35 each, and 100% went to the foundation. You know...out of 280,000 salons in the US, if every single one took one half day out of every year to do something like this, just imagine how much hair stylists could do to give back to the community. I mean, that's five hours out of every YEAR. Let's say 5 stylists from every salon in the US participated at $35/haircut for five haircuts in one day per year. That's $875 per salon. That's Twenty four and a half MILLION dollars. Jeepers, the possibilities are endless. Cancer Research, AIDS Research, Hurricane Releif, The Rain Forests, Helping the Homeless, Starving children in...anywhere... you name it. There are literally thousands of ways that kind of money could be split up. And say it's twice a year? Three times? The possibilities are endless.
I wonder how someone would go about instating a National Charity day, where for just five hours per day, businesses would donate all of their profits to a charity of their choice. I would assume one would need to be friends with someone of the political persuasion.
Or even go to each and every salon (yes, all 280,000 of them) and do a presentation or something. Help them set up a benefit for their favorite charities, even something as simple as creating a fund to begin building safer neighborhoods in the inner cities/high crime, scary areas.
Doing what you love to bring out good in the world. Now THAT'S a good donation.
| ::cough, cough, HACK, sniffle, cough:: 2005-11-05 11:24:47 ET
I are sick. It sucks major, man.|
I really don't know what else to say.
Halloween was ok. We went to the Castro (that was the part I was hoping to miss, actually), The last bit was fun...but that was the bit when we weren't smashed between 20,000 people.
Having issues with some asshole at work who tried to steal my idea, and then tell me I'm the one who'se not being real.
enough grumpies. This hasn't been the best week :P
| Fun With Emoticons 2005-10-19 22:34:56 ET
Jeepers, I hate life today. I wish the red tide would come in so I can stop PMSing already...If this keeps up, I'll have no sanity left. I can pull it together mostly for work, but I cracked a little this morning (poor AmyMc!).
Anyhow...after a super-stressful-running-around-like-some-kind-of-turkey, my ticket is finally paid. THANK THE GODS. That thing was praying on my mind like a...turkey (??). As much as I shouldn't have gotten the ticket in the first place, it was far more worth it for me to just pay the stupid thing and be done with it. I just hope that the city of berkeley doesn't decide to give me any more grief about my dog (who, in case you don't know the story, didn't do anything wrong, btw. I tied her up outside a business, since there was no room in my invisible wonder-woman car (I had to take the invisible car because my invisible jet is in the invisible shop being fixed by an invisibly hot man with dreadlocks...which are also invisible, in case you were wondering), and some jerk cop with nothing better to do decided to make an issue of it, despite the fact that EVERYONE in Berkeley ties their dogs up outside...sometimes for hours while they're grocery shopping...mine just happens to be part pit bull, and I'm sure that's really the root of this problem) If they do, they will have a fight on their hands. Ain't nobody messing with MY baby...I'm ready, you bastards...bring it on! I'd just like to see you try to mess with me right now. ::shakes fist in a threatening manner...or, well...as threatening of a manner as I can muster, anyway...which looks more like a laurel and hardy episode::
And now? Now I'm getting sick...and my dog needs to eat her freakin dinner so I can give her her medicine and go to bed already. That Ashby is such a troublemaker, I swear. Always causin trouble.
Ok, that's enough for now...here's hopin no more light bulbs burn out. On the upside, we'll save a bundle on electricity if we don't use any lights. May be a good thing, as PG&E are raising their rates 70% this winter. Heaven forbid anyone but the rich be warm and able to see after dark. Maybe it'll work out for the best...if all us poor public serving folk get colds, we'll get all the rich people sick, and therein lies our revenge...except, ofcourse, that all the rich people have health insurance and will just go get antibiotics and be fine in two days, when we're all still sick. Ugh...there's no rest for the wicked.
I have no options left but to be amused at this point. Unless, ofcourse, I want my head to explode...which I don't because Ashby might eat my brains, and that's just disturbing.
P.S. I think there's someone living in an abandoned car in our parking lot who steals our cigarettes.