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Poor Excuse of a Blog Post

You are Cashmere.
You are sophisticated and luxe. You can often be
found in high-end boutiques and hobnobbing with
the upper crust. You are one of the beautiful
people and you don't let anyone forget it!


What kind of yarn are you?
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UBL

Usama Bin Laden is really rich, right? So why does he wear the same clothes all the time? I realize we haven't seen much of him - only a few videos - but he's always wearing that brown robe. My theory is he has a whole closet of that same outfit - you know, like Superman.

Weekend Update

*I bought something from a telemarketer this weekend. I've never done that before. I was in the market anyway. What did I buy? DSL service. I had shopped around trying to find the best deal on high-speed internet, and this was an offer I couldn't refuse. Here's my question though: can I use the same wireless router that I had for my cable modem with my DSL? It seems like it would work, but as I've said before, I'm technologically challenged.
*I had a fairly uneventful, yet pleasant weekend. Hung out with lots of people Friday night. Lazy Saturday morning. Finally unpacked last weekend's suitcase. Mike and Becca's wedding Saturday night. Typical Sunday - church, laundry, church.
*It's Monday again. I didn't get much sleep last night and I dropped my can of hairspray in the toilet this morning (thankfully, I had just cleaned the toilet, because hairspray isn't the type of thing you can just flush and take the loss). Hopefully, this is not an indicator of how my week will be.

I Love Zack Morris

I've heard it said that you can't have a long conversation with someone in my generation without hearing at least one reference to a Seinfeld episode...not that there's anything wrong with that. Of course there are lots of shows that have influenced us (for better or for worse), like Friends and The Simpsons...no big surprise. But the one that always cracks me up is Saved by the Bell. It's the show that no one quotes regularly, but if it's ever brought up in a conversation, most people under thirty can join the conversation, no matter which episode is being discussed. Come on, admit it: you know what I mean when I refer to "a Zack Morris cell phone." If I started singing, "I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it," you know you'd be thinking about the episode where Jessie got addicted to caffeine pills. Admit it: you loved Zack Morris, too.

Miscellany

The three day weekends are over for a while. November through February are full of one-day holidays, but President's day is the last one until Good Friday. I spent the weekend relaxing in Nac. I skipped out on the Mardi Gras festivities and the "snow" (though I drove through quite a bit of wintry mix Friday night). I went to the groundbreaking for the bank's new 19th St. building this morning and standing out in the cold made me glad I didn't spend my Saturday outside for Mardi Gras.
I've been staying pretty busy at work, which explains the lack of blogging/lack of creativity lately. I advise you to stop what you're doing and make sure you know where your checkbook and your debit card are because if you're counting on the clerk at the grocery store to realize someone else is using your checks, you're going to be disappointed.

Who Says Blogging Doesn't Pay?

The other day I posted the map of states I've visited. My parents, noticing that I have never been to Arizona, thought I might like to join them on their trip to Phoenix this April, so they're buying me a ticket. That will leave only 14 states I haven't visited. Anyone else want to buy me a plane ticket?

Happy Birthday

Circa 1997

Yesterday, I got a package in the mail from Annie which included some old pictures. These two are from a spring break trip that Annie, Oriel and I took to Sandpoint, ID either our freshman or sophomore year. It was the year of the orange hats. I think we took a whole role of film with things that were orange: clothes, signs, road construction barrells, you name it.

This is Annie and I at Nordstrom in Spokane.

This is Oriel and I in scenic Sandpoint.

Good times. Thanks for the pictures, Annie!

I Need More Rage

I wish I could be mean. I'm way too afraid of hurting people's feeling. The inability to be mean may seem like a good thing - trust me - it's not. Okay, I'll admit, I can be mean to people I know and love - and that's a problem - but I can't make myself be tough with strangers. For example: we have been without a shower for 4 days now and the end is not in sight. We were supposed to have our tub refinished and it was supposed to take 2 days. As it turns out, they had to fix the dripping faucet before they could refinish. "Oh, that'll take me 10 minutes to fix," the maintenance man said. Well, they ripped out a bunch of tile and sheet rock, trashed our bathroom, and after these 4 days, the drip has stopped, but there's no faucet and they haven't even begun to refinish it (which will take another 2 days - if they get on it right away.). So Rachel and I have been imposing on others, borrowing their showers, which is highly inconvenient. I was so mad about it yesterday, I almost lost it, yet I can't bring myself to go talk to the apartment manager and tell her how it is. I'm too afraid of making her mad. I realize this is silly and I should toughen up and take care of business, but I know myself well enough to know that no matter how much I determined to go speak my mind, I would get in there and be all, "Excuse me, please, if you don't mind will you please take care of my shower, please?...what? you're busy? Oh, okay, take you're time. It's no problem." How do I know that would happen? I have a long history of such weakness. I need to go to anger managment class to learn how to be angry.

365 Days of Mundanity

Today marks my one year anniversary of blogging. Even though I've been tempted to stop along the way, I'm glad I've kept it up because it's fun to look back at what I was doing or thinking about as I went through the year.
Let's Review:
Last February, I reminded you how to spell and I confirmed what you suspected all along: e-mail forwards are a waste of time. In March, I taught you that you shouldn't buy a car called "Impact." In April, I theorized about Creation and the Waffle House. In May, I discovered the etymology of "barred mules" and proved that I will buy anything that's shiny. In June, I moved to Chattablogs and bloggers everywhere discovered the joy that is Triangulate! In July, I shared a few thoughts on Wal-mart, not knowing how stongly internet users feel about the subject and never expecting that I would be deleting rude comments from it for months to come. In August, we learned how to bank and how to be nice to single people. In September, I finally confessed my love for Shepard Smith. I was exceedingly boring in October. In November, I advised psychiatric help. I was so busy in December and January, I was drained of all will to blog. We'll see how things turn out this month. Who knows if I can make it another year.

Been There, Done That

Everybody else is doing it, so why can't I?

create your own visited states map
or write about it on the open travel guide

I should count Minnesota, since I've been to the Minneapolis/St. Paul airport about a million times, but I've never left the airport, so I left it unmarked.