Tuesday, October 31, 2006

"Digital circuits are made from analog parts."

If you guessed that the above quote was from my fortune cookie, then you are absolutely correct.

And so began the weekend.

Krista, Kristen, and I ate dinner at China Inn in Superior Friday, where Kristen gave me all of my birthday presents a month early. But they were pretty sweet, so how can I complain? Among my robotronic gifts was this awesome pocket mirror:



and this sexy wallet:



Later that night we watched some "scary" movies...and I use the term scary quite loosely. We rented The Omen (the new one), Silent Hill (worst movie ever), and The Legend of Lucy Keys (shut off after 10 lame minutes).

Kristen also gave me my very early Christmas present. It's a vintage travel poster of Japan in a black frame. Check it out, and be jealous.



Next morning upon waking, I asked Krista what the time was.
Krista: It's 9:00. Do you know where your kids are?

Me: Dried up in the cavern that is my womb.

We also had this running joke that originates from Krista's niece, Kayla, who told her grandpa "You can poop at McDonald's." So whenever anyone needed to make a trip to the bathroom, they said, "I need to go to McDonald's." I was getting out of the shower when Kristen started banging on the bathroom door.
Kristen: April?
Me: Yeah?
Kristen: Hurry up. I need to go to McDonald's!!
Me: You have a 3-minute wait. Please drive up to the next window.

Saturday afternoon was spent shopping. Of course. At Barnes & Noble I bought myself the book New Moon, which is the sequel to Twilight, by Stephenie Meyer. SO GOOD. The woman at the counter got really excited when she saw my purchase. She grabbed the book and goes, "Oh, my gosh! I love this book! Did you read the first one!" And yes, there were exclamation points after each sentence. I could hear them. I also purchased season one of Veronica Mars. (Of course, once I got home, I saw that it had finally shown up through the library. Oh, well.)

We had lunch at Perkins, where we split an appetizer sampler. When the waiter came to clear our plates he asked if wanted separate checks or all together. We said separate, then Kristen and Krista both touch the sampler plate and said at the same time, "You can put this on my bill."
Waiter: Well, I can split it up three ways if you want.

Me: Hey, leave me out of this!

Around 6 or so, we met up with Kristen's friends to get our Halloween party started. So there was Kristen, Krista, Kate, Kelly.....and April. *sigh* We headed to Duluth so we could go on the haunted ship tour there. Normally there's a huge line and you have to wait like 30 minutes just to get on. We waited 10 minutes, and that should have been our first clue about what awaited us. It was so lame. Apparently all the "actors" thought that talking spooky meant using a British accent.
Lame actor with British accent: Got any blooooood? *wielding a fake dagger*
Me: No.
Kristen: We're type O, you wouldn't like us.
Lame actor: *pretending to poke me in the neck with dagger*
Me: Uh, don't touch me.

After we got out of the ship, I remembered the signs that had said "Do not touch any of the actors. If you do so, you will be immediately escorted off the ship." I folded my arms in annoyance and said, "I wish I'd touched an actor so I could have been escorted off the ship." It was so horribly lame.

Anyway, we went out to Kristen's house for tacos (delish), chips & dip, cupcakes, and Scene It. Krista and I partnered up, Kate and Kelly were partners, and Kristen and her dad were partners...until her dad left 5 minutes later. haha Krista and I kicked butt, of course. :) So modest. And then we went back into town to go to a couple of bars. One of Kristen's friends was there and was almost fall-down drunk. She kept yelling about how her boyfriend would f*** her. Yikes. There were some hot guys at that first bar. Then we went to some other place where there was a back room with a ping pong table. And let me tell you, I cannot play ping pong. No hand-eye coordination at all. So after like the fifth time of running to go pick up the ball, I gave up. Krista and Kristen were much better at it. We left not long after that, leaving Kate and Kelly to be approached by hot boys, I'm sure. Me = old.

On Sunday we did a little more shopping. I bought Jersey some much needed bigger clothes and then I got Halloween candy for my grandparents to hand out. Krista and I headed on the long highway. Well, long for her, since she had another 4 1/2 hours to drive after dropping me off.

And tonight, I'm taking Jersey out trick-or-treating. She's a little fairy tonight. We're teaching her to say bippity-boppity-boo, but it sounds more like ba-ba-boo. haha Everyone have an excellent Halloween!!


Saturday, October 21, 2006

I guess that cholera showed him!

These made me laugh:

On The Simpsons~
Mr. Burns: Be quiet, Smithers. I'm trying to relax with my new chums.
Smithers: Those are corpses.
Mr. Burns: You never like my friends.

On the radio~
DJ: Get this, an elementary school in Massachusetts banned the game of tag because they're afraid kids might get hurt and sue. But really, think of the psychological trauma from this game. You get tagged and you're "it." You could be "it" all day or all week!

At work~
Me: *looking over co-worker's resume* Well, maybe you could replace the word "job" with "employment."
Boss: *starts laughing*
Me: What?
Boss: What's the difference between the two?
Me: It sounds better, for one. And--
Boss: *starts laughing again*
Me: Fine. Just freaking forget it! *turn back to computer screen, crossing arms*
Boss: *leaning over* Crabby.
Me: *pointing back at her* Know-it-all!
Boss: Damn straight.

Baby-sitting Jersey last night~
Jersey: *being messy with a bite-size Milky Way candy bar that Grandma gave her*
Me: Jersey, be good now.
Jersey: *dangling the caramel over the carpet*
Me: Jerz, eat nice or I'll take the candy away.
Jersey: No! It's mine, you turd.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Take that, Lorelei!

Last night I dreamed that the sexy Scott Patterson and I were sitting on a couch watching a porn movie. It was weird, but he was oh so hot.



Lorelei can have stupid old Christopher. I'll take Luke Danes any day.

Friday, October 13, 2006

"There is such a thing as good grief. Ask Charlie Brown."


Jersey's got the chocolate twitches.


I'm a model, you know what I mean. I do my little turn on the catwalk.


MWAH!


Snooze alert!


Whatchu talkin' bout, mama?

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

She who is snarky, is full of malarky.

Another edition of conversations, but first: Why didn't anyone tell me that Veronica Mars was such an awesome show??? I watched it last night for the first time and could only think of how much I've missed. Although, there did seem to be an awful lot of bad-wig wearing, but I'll overlook it because of the fantastic writing. Also, there was a "Take Back the Night" campaign featured in the show, and I participated in one such march in college. Oh, the good old days, fighting for women's rights.

At my mom's house, Amanda was finishing telling me about something scary she'd seen on TV.
Amanda: Seriously, it was cricken freepy.
Me: *staring at her*
Amanda: What?
Me: Uh, you just said cricken freepy.
Amanda: I did?
Me: Yeah, you totally said cricken freepy.
Amanda: God, I'm a dork.

In kitchen with Grams as she's throwing away a container that had previously contained (haha) banana nut bread slices.
Me: You know, I didn't get a single slice of banana nut bread.
Grams: Well, it was there. You could have had some.
Me: Oh, so it's my fault, huh? It's always the victim's fault.
Grams: Yup.

At library, making my boss smell my perfume.
Boss: Mmm... That's nice.
Me: I know. I love it. It's Princess, by Vera Wang.*
Boss: It smells like Avon Musk from the '80s.
Me: *mouth open* What??
Boss: I like it. I always loved Avon Musk.
Me: *in shock, staring at her*
Boss: I mean... It doesn't exactly smell like it. It's a much nicer scent.
Me: Avon Musk?? From the '80s???
Boss: Well... Not really like musk.
Me: It'd better not be, or Vera Wang can suck it.**

*I didn't actually blow half my paycheck on a fancy bottle of Princess. It's just a lousy sample from a cosmetics counter.
**I didn't actually says "Vera Wang can suck it," although it does have a nice ring to it.