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Wonder of Wonders, Miracle of Miracles Sunday. 7.8.07 11:18 pm I FOUND MY CAMERA!!! YAAAY! As promised, here is a picture of my dog in a wig. Comment! (4) | Recommend! | Categories: Life [t] You Know You Spend Too Much Time at the Pool When... Saturday. 7.7.07 9:36 pm -- You've seen more ass crack than George Micheal -- Your body hair stops growing -- The hair on your head stops growing -- You instinctively want to tell everyone to walk -- Your feet dry out and crack -- You have awesome arms, legs, and pecs, but crappy abs -- You lick your arm and it smells like chlorine -- You know longer have body odor -- You refuse to by lycra suits, because they'll only last you two months before completely disintegrating -- You have more suits without liners than you do with liners --You talk about Michael Phelps like you know him --The only reason you need to bathe is to keep your hair from turning green --You don't understand how someone could possibly be afraid of the water, and try to convince everyone to take lessons Comment! (2) | Recommend! Home Alone IV: The Final Installment Friday. 7.6.07 12:48 am I am such a chickenshit. Since my family is gone, I spent yesterday with my adoptive Polish family, aka BFF's household. For taking care of me, she officially gets the "flakey" dropped from her alias, at least until she pisses me off again. Her parents were at a party, so it was just myself, BFF, her brother and sister, their crazy Grandma visiting from Chicago. Chicago has the largest population of Poles, outside of Poland, in case you were curious. Anyway, we grilled chicken and veggie kebabs and had a nice dinner together, during which, I could not keep my eyes off you-know-who. I was so excited, because later, the three of us were going to go to PP(BFF's BF)'s house and hang out. I was so psyched, because this was going to be my chance to pick up where I left off on New Year's. I could just feel it. Well, that just didn't happen. BFF's twelve-year-old sister, who is usually a total sweetheart and my little pet, insisted on coming, and threw a complete tantrum when we tried to leave her. In the end, we had no choice but to take her. Not only did this create a bad tone for the rest of the evening, it meant that certain activities would have to be nixed. If I'd been a little more creative, or at least a little more obvious, I probably could have had my moment, but alas, I was neither, and while we all had a good time, I can't help but feel a little disappointed. Comment! (1) | Recommend! | Categories: Life [t] Home Alone III Wednesday. 7.4.07 5:50 pm Sometimes she is called the Innocent. Other times she is called the Beautiful Soul or the Pure Heart. She is the Brave Warrior's other half. She is a beloved archetype. I speak of Penelope, Andromakhe, and Cleopatra. She is strong, capable, but above all, faithful. Can you see her yet? What if I called her an Army Wife. Lately her image has been following me around everywhere. On Monday, I watched "We Were Soldiers," which is a great movie, punctuated by sad scenes of weeping women who have just learned that their men will not be returning home. The next day, after work, I come home, turn on the TV, and there's a black and white about a bunch of Air Force officers and their wives on a base in Japan during the Korean War. Now I realize this film was made in the sixties, but I could hardly believe it when one of the vetran wives intimates to a newcomer: "There's hardly any quarreling here... Our motto is 'keep 'em happy, because you don't know if they'll be back."' No. You know what? That's not how it works. I'm probably going to ruffle some feathers here, especially since it's the fourth of July, but soldiers are not special. I've dated my share of them, and almost married one. They are grunts. Whether they are "good people" is dependent upon their personality and actions, not their service status. Even so, I can't come up with a single culture that doesn't revere the Warrior, and by proxy, the Innocent. Watch the news sometime. When they want to effect your sentiment about the "military action" in Iraq, they use the Innocent. When they want you to hate the war, she's a crying widow. When they want you to love the war, she's a proud matriarch, full of hope. Ok, maybe none of this makes any sense, but it's a very raw sentiment of mine. Comment! (1) | Recommend! | Categories: Life [t], Politics [t], Personal Philosophies [t] Home Alone II Tuesday. 7.3.07 10:49 pm There is officially too much good stuff in my house. Before my parents left, they purchased two pints of ice cream, a box of vanilla Jojos, and container of gingersnaps, not to mention that they had made chocolate chip cookies. They took none of this stuff with them. For my part, I bought a box of Slim Fast snack bars and a 78% cacao bar last week. Yesterday, my best friend dropped off a Cadbury bar from her boyfriend's last apology offering. Now, I am supposed to be on a "diet"... how do you imagine that's going? Especially, since I just bought that jar of Nutella, and two more chocolate bars this evening. Who want's to bet that I'll be 200 lbs by Friday? Today was an interesting day. I work two sets of lessons on Tuesdays, but I have a five hour gap in between, so I decided I'd stop by my financial planner's office on the way home from work and put some more money in my mutual fund. Now, let me tell you something that I definately did not know before: puting money in your mutual fund is not like putting money in your checking account. I was expecting to go up to the receptionist, hand her a check, exchange some nice words, and leave. That is apparently not how things go down. Instead, I walk up to the lady, tell her my name, and start to spell my surname when she coos, "Ooooh, so you're Heidi. My, but I don't believe we've met. I'm Lorna. Come back and speak to Kerry [financial planner] a moment. I imagine he'll want to meet you." I had not stepped foot inside this office since I was twelve, when I first decided I wanted a mutual fund. Dan was our financial planner then, not that I would have been able to tell him apart from this guy. Usually, my dad just takes in checks for my account when he goes to talk about one of his, as he is my financial custodian. Anyway, Mr. Financial Planner sits me down and shuts the door. I am quite afraid. Is he going to yell at me about not contributing more to my account? Try and make me open a new one? Confront me about that one time in third grade when I peed my pants? Rather, he tells me a few technical things about where he plans to put my money, and proceeds to interrogate me about my life. How are my parents? Where do I work? How do I like SPU (yes, he knew where I was going to school, and my year)? What major had I selected? This is where things get very interesting. I tell Mr. Financial Planner that I'm a political science major, and that I plan to work for the State Department. Apparently, his brother is a recently-retired career diplomat, which is what I want to be. For the next ten to fifteen minutes, he decided to become my career advisor. "Taking the foreign service exam is like applying to Harvard," he said, "For every one-hundred people that apply, they only have five spots. All one-hundred people can be well-qualified, but in the end, they only have five spots." From there, he proceeded to lecture me about how it would be a better plan to get some work experiece first, since I'm only going to be 20 when I graduate, anyway, especially if I can get a job with the CIA or DEA and transfer into the State Department. As pissed as I was that he was basically telling me that I was not up for the challenge of pursuing my dream, my way, he was totally spot-on. I loved talking to, or at least listening to, someone who understands my area of passion. Plus, if i work for the CIA for a while, I can probably get my grad school tuition paid for, or at least reimbursed. Yay! Ok, so new life plan: Graduate from SPU, get some contacts in the CIA Get grad degree in Middle Eastern Studies, emphasis on Persia, while working for the CIA. Transfer into the State Department when my contract is up. Proceed to take over the world. Oh, and somewhere in there, have some kids and raise chickens. Yep. It's all gonna work out. Just you wait. Better suck up to me now. For tomorrow's special, Independence Day Extravaganza, blog-- what would you like to hear about? Your choices are: A) Life in the Ghetto B) Army Wives in the Media (and how I almost became one) C) Why I don't Blog about Politics Or, since you all seemed to take such and interest in my shopping list yesterday: D) Adventures in Cooking kz! Let me know! I'm off to watch Platoon. Comment! (4) | Recommend! Home Alone I Monday. 7.2.07 10:03 pm This morning, my mom, dad, little brother, and laptop all piled in the car and headed off to lovely Lake Chelan, WA-- a nice three hour drive from where we live. I finished work just in time to pass them on our street. Yes, it's true. They've really left me to my own devices for four nights. Actually, I'm not so worried about my devices. They work pretty well. I can cook and clean and wipe my own ass and stuff. I'm just worried that I'll start to get bored and lonely. I never had that problem at school, because there was almost always someone around somewhere, plus I had the whole city of Seattle to satiate my mind and body. Current Plan: Keep Busy. Level of Difficulty: low to moderate. Actually, I have lots of unpacking and cleaning to do, but who wants to do that all day? The trick, I've found, is to make events out of simple things. For example: my drive home from work tomorrow could be filled with any number of errands, and I could spend part of the day learning a new recipe to make for dinner. For the evenings, I plan on holding my own little film festival of all the war movies I've wanted to watch and never had the time for. Tonight-- either We Were Soldiers, or Platoon. I'll probably head to Blockbuster and pick up Full Metal Jacket after work on Wednesday. Hey, then I'd be by the Pho place I like! Maybe I should invite someone to lunch... See how the days just fill up. The other thing I've been thinging about is possibly meeting up with Vexing Ex. After all, if he can booty call me at 1am on a Sunday, I can booty call him at a reasonable hour on a weekday, right? Eh, bad idea. Shopping List: Perrier Mango Avocado Nutella Comment! (3) | Recommend! | Categories: Life [t] Page: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22