Hi, Hi! Been a few days, right?
OK here we go:
I went to training for Aodbe Illustrator where my instructor was named Chad and that made me giggle because while I know that is a perfectly normal acceptable name, I still think it's funny for some reason. Chad couldn't remember my name even though there were only two other students in the class and he had the attendance list. He called me every other name including "Michelle." When I tossed him a questioning look about calling me Michelle, he stated that he thought I looked like a Michelle. Uh, CHAD? No, I don't. Not that there's anything wrong with the name Michelle, but I sure as hell don't look like one. You know what I look like? I look like the third name down on your attendence sheet. There ya go.
Good Lord, how awesome was LOST on Wednesday night? That map thing on the blast door? A bunch of my coworkers spent most of Thursday trying to decode it. I have no idea what is going on. Oh! And then that reveal at the end about Henry. Not that I was totally surprised because I knew there was something off about him, but way to fake me out a little bit. Also: Terry O'Quinn you are the man.
Friday was gloriously spring-like and saw the return of Friday at Frisbee At Four, which makes me very happy.
Since Friday was so pretty, I decided to go grocery shopping and get us spring food -- fresh veggies and fruits, picnic food, etc.--- and when I came home we decided to barbeque. Only problem: We don't have a grill. What we did have, was 2 mini portable grills (we're talking itty bitty) that you might take with you camping or when you go to the park and decide you want a hot dog. So we made Mike go out on the porch and crouch down and grill chicken and asparagus on this teeny thing, making him the laughing stock of the neighborhood. Mike, you looked very manly grilling our food. Really. No, I'm serious, you did. Along with the chicken and asparagus, I also made onion roasted potatoes, and we had fresh strawberries for dessert, with either Vanilla yogurt or whipped cream, depending on your lenten sacrifices. After a delcious meal, we retired to the living room for the Showtime free weekend only to watch this masterpiece, which we actually gave up on becasue it was that bad. I think the chicken fucking scene is what did it in for me, and really it's a miracle I made it that far. It goes on the shelf between Manos and Girl in Gold Boots, only not as funny.
Today is also very spring like, and I want to go to Produce Junction to get some plants for our windows and the fire escape. Also, time spent cleaning is in order, becuase QK and Beckycake are on their way down.
OH! What are you doing with your Sunday evening? Nothing right? You should come to Cabrini College's Holy Spirit Library, because on the second floor, Gary is holding his art show! We'll all be there!
Apologies on how stilted and weird this entry is, I'm rushing about. More later?
OK here we go:
I went to training for Aodbe Illustrator where my instructor was named Chad and that made me giggle because while I know that is a perfectly normal acceptable name, I still think it's funny for some reason. Chad couldn't remember my name even though there were only two other students in the class and he had the attendance list. He called me every other name including "Michelle." When I tossed him a questioning look about calling me Michelle, he stated that he thought I looked like a Michelle. Uh, CHAD? No, I don't. Not that there's anything wrong with the name Michelle, but I sure as hell don't look like one. You know what I look like? I look like the third name down on your attendence sheet. There ya go.
Good Lord, how awesome was LOST on Wednesday night? That map thing on the blast door? A bunch of my coworkers spent most of Thursday trying to decode it. I have no idea what is going on. Oh! And then that reveal at the end about Henry. Not that I was totally surprised because I knew there was something off about him, but way to fake me out a little bit. Also: Terry O'Quinn you are the man.
Friday was gloriously spring-like and saw the return of Friday at Frisbee At Four, which makes me very happy.
Since Friday was so pretty, I decided to go grocery shopping and get us spring food -- fresh veggies and fruits, picnic food, etc.--- and when I came home we decided to barbeque. Only problem: We don't have a grill. What we did have, was 2 mini portable grills (we're talking itty bitty) that you might take with you camping or when you go to the park and decide you want a hot dog. So we made Mike go out on the porch and crouch down and grill chicken and asparagus on this teeny thing, making him the laughing stock of the neighborhood. Mike, you looked very manly grilling our food. Really. No, I'm serious, you did. Along with the chicken and asparagus, I also made onion roasted potatoes, and we had fresh strawberries for dessert, with either Vanilla yogurt or whipped cream, depending on your lenten sacrifices. After a delcious meal, we retired to the living room for the Showtime free weekend only to watch this masterpiece, which we actually gave up on becasue it was that bad. I think the chicken fucking scene is what did it in for me, and really it's a miracle I made it that far. It goes on the shelf between Manos and Girl in Gold Boots, only not as funny.
Today is also very spring like, and I want to go to Produce Junction to get some plants for our windows and the fire escape. Also, time spent cleaning is in order, becuase QK and Beckycake are on their way down.
OH! What are you doing with your Sunday evening? Nothing right? You should come to Cabrini College's Holy Spirit Library, because on the second floor, Gary is holding his art show! We'll all be there!
Apologies on how stilted and weird this entry is, I'm rushing about. More later?
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