A name is a name is a name...

I stole these websites from a friend of a friend Julia Rock..yes thats her real name...

Pirate Name-Dirty Jenny Bonney
http://www.fidius.org/quiz/pirate.php

Hobit Name - Berylla Bleecker-Baggins of Fair Downs http://www.chriswetherell.com/hobbit/Default.asp

Elvish Name - Itarildë Falassion
http://www.chriswetherell.com/elf/

Hip Hop Name - Queen Vanilla Cube of the underground
http://www.ideazoo.com/things/hiphop.cfm

Jedi Name - HOMEM RESCH of the planet flonase
http://www.xach.com/misc/jedi.html

Jen, this one's for you! 

Looks Like somebod'y got a case of the Mondays...

Peter: What if we're still doing this when we're 50?

Samir: It would be nice to have that kind of job security.
...
Bob Slydell: If you would, would you walk us through a typical day, for you?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah.
Bob Slydell: Great.
Peter Gibbons: Well, I generally come in at least fifteen minutes late, ah, I use the side door--that way Lumberg can't see me, heh--after that I sorta space out for an hour.
Bob Porter: Da-uh? Space out?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah, I just stare at my desk, but it looks like I'm working. I do that for probably another hour after lunch too, I'd say in a given week I probably only do about fifteen minutes of real, actual, work.
...
Peter: The thing is, Bob, it’s not that I’m lazy. It’s just that I just don’t care.

Bob Porter: Don’t, don’t care?

Peter: It’s a problem of motivation, all right? Now, if I work my ass off and Initech ships a few extra units, I don’t see another dime. So where’s the motivation? And here’s another thing, Bob. I have eight different bosses right now!

Bob Slydell: I beg your pardon?

Peter: Eight bosses.

Bob Slydell: Eight?

Peter: Eight, bob. So that means when I make a mistake, I have eight different people coming by to tell me about it. That’s my real motivation - is not to be hassled. That and the fear of losing my job, but y’know, Bob, it will only make someone work hard enough not to get fired.
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I've seen this movie several times...but never has it hit the nail on the head as it has today...its a nice reminder that it's not just me.

a quote

"If you want to make God laugh...tell him your plans"
-Wynnona Judd ~ Chicago Country Fest 2004

frustrations of the male species..

a nice normal guy walked me in the general direction of home on sunday night...whatever that is suppose to mean. i met this guy a few weeks ago and when i met him he was with his friend that dominated the conversation and talked to me way more then he did try as he might...the whole time his friend was talking i kept thinking i'd rather be talking to him...so this sunday, as I'm running late from spending the day w/ my parents...wind blown hair in a pony tail and cubs visor...sit down in the last row in the first available seat I can find...right next to my friend becca...which happened to also be right next to him...although as i stumbled over him I didn't notice him..so we stand for the famous meet and greet...and i turn to him and believe it or not actually remembered his name...i say my name again and he said he didn't recognize me with a hat on...which turns out is a pretty good disguise for me...he did however remember that i worked for IBM and some details I had told about work...so after group, we start talking, and talking and talking...and he asks me if I'm headed to grab ice cream w/ the rest of the group, i am not b/c...well i'm tired, and hungry and want to go home...he says he isn't either...then he asks me how I'm getting home...i say, sometimes I walk, sometimes i get a ride, sometimes i take the bus...he asks me which way I am headed...i say north...he is to, so he says we can head that way together...i am agreeable...so we walk and talk and what not..we hit his place first, he says he's actually going to let his sisters dog out and if i want to stop w/ him to get his keys he'll drive me the rest of the way home...okay...i agree that sounds like a good idea...so we run upstairs, he grabs some stuff and his keys and we head down to his car...we continue talking, having great conversation...he takes me home...says he'll be out of town a couple weekends but should be at church again on the 17th of JULY! Okay, guess I'll see you in a month then...and that was it...an hour and a half and i'll see ya around

was it to much for me to think that he may want to get my number? i'm not talking marriage here people...i'm talking coffee...we had a good night...right...if not he had ample time to get rid of me...i'm not the one that wanted to walk home together...he could have left me when we got to his apartment...i can't figure out if he really has totally no interest...or is just testin the waters...i'm so sick of hearing that though...i got enough water testers...i seriously was not born with the sense of having an sort of idea what the opposite sex is thinking...in fact, i usually am in denial right up to the part before we are actually 'something'... This isn't even a big deal to me...i honestly don't even think that we would have much compatible...he's a nice guy, but he listens to NPR (not that that's a bad thing).. I'm just saying it would be nice to feel 'liked'...to know that i'm not repulsive...that i don't have a third eye or a uni-brow i wasn't aware of...is that to much for a girl to ask for? I don't think so...

Fathers Day and such...

Fathers Day was a success. I tricked my dad into coming up here, telling him i was going to take him to lunch...little did he know that i had inter league Cubs tickets awaiting him. He was so suprised and so excited it was fun to see. Plus the Cubs won.

Ode to Wilma

her name was Wilma Painter...she couldn't have been more then 4 foot 5 but she was the sweetest, funniest, spit firer i ever met...altough we've gone to the same church almost the past 20 years i hadn't really met her until the last couple of years. She was the only good thing about getting up to go to the early service with my parents. Her cute and feisty self was always good for a quick laugh...the things that came out of her mouth sometimes would shock you...she always told me she was going to be looking for someone for me to marry...she said i needed to find myself a hillbilly b/c they were the best (she was originally from Tennessee)...she probably didn't even know my name, i never heard her call me anything but honey...but you couldn't help but fall in love with her...

Wilma was diagnosed with cancer a couple months ago...and late last night she passed away. I will dearly miss her...i didn't know it would affect me like it has..i can't imagine never getting a hug on Sunday mornings...i know she has made the list of those I can't wait to see when i get past those pearly gates...so...So long for now Willma...and send me that hillbilly you were always talkin about...this blogs for you.

i'm turning into her...

No, not my mother...thats already happened...i'm talking about the 40something lady...the one that its hard to determine where work life stops and real life begins...the one who spent her whole life eating, breathing, and living her job...i swore i wouldn't be that lady...but as i stop to look at the past 2 weeks, besides the 40 part... i find frightening similarities...my 3 day a week gym routine has shriveled down to 1 visit in 14 days...i eat at my desk every day...i get there early...am the last one to leave...and as i sit here at 9:43 pm on a glorious thursday evening, it is taking all the power i have to keep my eyes open. i begin to wonder if when i'm 50, fat, and single, i can sue for the crappy work/life balance that the largest three letter computer company in the world provides for my dedicated soul...

...that settles it...tomorrow i will leave early...

church signs..

I saw 2 church signs yesterday that are sure to have them pouring in the door...

The first was in a poor ghetto neighborhood which just adds to the humor:
Tithe if you love Jesus...anyone can honk.

The second I'm ashamed to say was at my home church:
Sign broke...message inside

There you have it folks...2 good ones...

its the little things...

so they installed those paper toliet seat cover dispensers in the stalls of the womens bathroom at work...and sad as it may seem...it made my day...

nothing like eating a little gravel on a beautiful afternoon....

So Sunday I'm laying on my couch all content...watching the Cubs game...dosing in and out of sleep when I am rudely interrupted my by cell phone...i try to settle back in but I can see that is not going to be very easy to do...i then realize that i shouldn't be wasting this wonderful day inside...so i jump up, grab my stuff for the beach and my roller blades and head out the door...i'm cruising down belden, lincoln park in sight when i see the light at the intersection change in my favor...i pick up the speed, trying to decide if i can make it there before i get the hand...when i find myself flying through the air...at this point someone put the slow motion on...i crash to the ground and pause while people, enjoying the wonderful weather, come running from every direction...i'm stunned, they fuss over me...someone finally asks if they can do anything...I say helping me up would be nice...they do so...i turn to look to see what had caused my down fall...a strip of the pavement had been removed and filled with gravel...which i clearly hadn't seen...luckily i had wrist guards on...I'm bruised up a bit, and if it hadn't been for the one piece of gravel that i landed on with my elbow I may have escaped pretty clean...who would have known that one piece of gravel embedded in ones elbow would cause so much pain...i continue to skate towards the lake, only to pause, look at the hole in my elbow before deciding to accept my defeat and return home to nurse my wounds...

i come by it honestly

last week i rode to work with my dad...not an unusual circumstance for me...a normal routine when i spend the night at my parents...thursday on our way to work in the pouring rain he spots it...the north start, the glimmer of hope in the rainy dark morning...gas for $1.89...for that moment the world stopped as he quickly swirved into the gas station...he could not pass it buy, no matter that it was pouring, no matter that the commute was already going to be horrendous, no matter that he got gas on the way to work YESTERDAY, after all this was 5 cents cheaper then he paid the day before...'dad!' i protested, 'i will give you the quarter, please lets go.' 'No,' he says...'I have to top her off' ...we sit there, in the rain, while he gets his 3.75 gallons of gas for $7.09...for a big savings of 15 cents...was it really worth it he asks himself as he gets back in to the car...if he would have kept going and taken the quarter i offered before he stopped, he would have been up 10 more cents...

142nd reason not to date you co-worker...

i got some bad news at work today...a good friend of mine quit...the problem with this is that we shared a lot of responsibilities and helped each other out...our work overlapped in some circumstances...i knew that the news of her leaving meant a double work load for me...there was no doubt that they wouldn't replace her...just expect me to work double...this isn't the bad news...not even close...i got put on a project she was working on...with my ex. i have had to do actual work for him for about an hour in the past 3 years...until now..300+ hours over the next 4.5 months. We are both adults and I do realize that, but I do know that I hurt him and wounded his spirit and I also know that he isn't really over it...we haven't spoke, as in had an actual conversation since the beginning of february (with the exception of 2 cold sentences he IMed me today)...i have said before i do still feel a little guilty for the way things ended, but why this? why is it the past can never stay in the past and that it's always coming back to haunt us? why is it always the one most random thing that you never want to happen always happen? is god out to get me? is he forcing me to deal with things in the past that are better left in the past? do i let it go, keep the next 300 hours of our working experience completely professional without any chit chat about what we are doing on the weekend? what's with the constant drama?

things that go bump in the night...

last night i had a horrible headache...i lay in bed at 2:30 am staring out the window...knowing that it would not be a good morning...after a little help from excederin pm i finally drifted off into a sound slumber...until i heard something...at first i thought it was cicada that got in the house (strange though b/c we don't have cicada's around here right now) so i jump out of bed ready to kill what ever it is...i turn the light on...only the light doesn't come on...strange though b/c i see the time on the clock and if thats working the light should be also...i run to the hallway, flip the switch...it also won't turn on...now i'm freaked out...i finally figure out that i'm only dreaming of waking up...so i wake myself up...only to be a little freaked out about the lights not working...so i get up...decide i'll flip the switch just to reassure myself that everything is fine...there are no bugs...the lights will work and i can go back to sleep...only when i hit the switch the light really doesn't come on...so i'm freaked...i head down the hall...and a man grabs me and throws me to the floor...as i lay there the only thing i can think is that i'm awake...and i know this isn't a dream b/c i just woke up from a dream...and i could feel the carpet on my face and i rubbed it with my hand...if i was asleep i know i couldn't feel the carpet...the man is gone so i get up...i try to hit the light switch but of course it doesn't work...what am i going to do now...i run furiously around the house...surely one of these lights have to work...what has happened...and then i wake up...i am again back in my bed...i wasn't awake...i was dreaming...but am i dreaming now or not? i have already faked myself out twice...as i lay there, heart racing, shaking...i turn over and look at the clock...it's on...but one thing for sure...i can't bring myself to turn the light on...

gay or just metrosexual?

So I went dancing yet again tonight...big surprise right? Anyway, a friend of mine asked me if one of my ex was gay. I asked him why he would ask that...he said he didn't really know the guy but from the times he did see him his gaydar was beeping a bit (okay he didn't put it exactly like that but that's what he meant). He said the way he dressed, the spiky hair with an over abundance of gel...that sort of thing. Hilarious as it may be I think that he may fall more under the definition of metrosexual.

Let's go through a quick exercise shall we?
"young man with money to spend", CHECK
"living in or within easy reach of a metropolis", CHECK
"spends a great deal of time and money on his appearance and lifestyle", DOUBLE CHECK
"where all the best shops, clubs, gyms and hairdressers are", CHECK
"he has clearly taken himself as his own love object and pleasure as his sexual preference", CHECK, CHECK

If it walks like a duck, talks like a duck...its a pretty good chance its a duck. Any questions?

airing my dirty laundry

Tonight I did laundry. Only our machine in the condo building was broken so I was forced to drag all my dirty belongings across the street to the laundry mat. Now on a normal day I would have just been disgruntled and would do it another night...however today was one of those times when you don't have an option on whether you do your laundry or not...when all your emergency unmentionables have been utilized. I don't even know when the last time I washed clothes was...thats how bad it was...so I hauled everything except about 2 pairs of pants that don't fit and a couple unmatching socks, across the street, to share my dirty laundry with the rest of the world. As I sat there, waiting to add the fabric softener in the rinse cycle only...I looked around...everyone in a laundry mat has a story...I can see it in their face...a random group of people...forced in the same building...differant status...differant jobs...Different lives...all here for a common goal...yet I wonder what the man who obviously wears boxer briefs is thinking about as he watches the dryer go around and around...or why the lady in the washer across from mine proudly hangs her bras on the the long pole coming out of the cart with wheels while the other hides hers in a little stack in the corner of her basket...what does that mean about each of them? how about the man that shoves everything he can fit in one washer while the next man sorts very specifically in three Different washers. Which makes me stop and look at my own dirty laundry...what does it say about me?

Don't you hate when you can't play with your new toys?

Apple is already on my bad side. I got my ipod today...only to open it up and find out that I can't use it. I love spending entirely to much money only to find out...oh wait...you need to buy one more stuff before you can even start using the darn thing. I'm sure it said that the USB connector wasn't included...somewhere amongst the small print...but don't you think they should offer it as an option upon check out, after all, most of the world isn't mac lovers... I've talked to a few people who have done the same thing and were a bit annoyed

Last night I lost a filing and got to spend this morning at the dentist...tonight I sit and watch my ipod..uselessly laying there...both cost entirely to much money...and only one is doing its job.