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...