tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79439272024-03-07T01:53:45.031-05:00Banana World Blog"It's strange to have a creation out there, a deeply mutated version of yourself, running loose and screwing everything up. I wonder if this is how parents feel."Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger398125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-79129119130296561502008-06-04T15:45:00.000-04:002008-06-04T15:45:51.870-04:00And this, dear readers, is what we call...My 400th post here in the B-World Blog. Holy crap.It's taken me almost four years to get here. That's four hurricanes, four digital cameras, three jobs, three Gator National Championship titles, countless threats of bitchslapping, $240 worth of pudding, one amazing fiance, and one timeless joke about the Greek Army, to get to right here, right now. Yikes.The irony of me going through yet Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-21985467812111120972008-03-20T19:38:00.004-04:002008-03-20T20:16:18.231-04:00Waylaid by bronchitis... Again.We're rounding out Week Two of this season's epic battle with bronchitis (I actually went home early yesterday and proceeded to spend much of last night coughing, which resulted in my waking up this morning with my well-hidden abdominal muscles afire). I elected to stay home today, where much of my schedule was as follows:1.) Take medicine.2.) Sleep.3.) Become conscious enough to realize I Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-16873550736541511782008-03-12T13:46:00.006-04:002008-03-12T14:50:01.437-04:00Because Orson said so...Found a gem at Every Day Should Be Saturday. I can't really align myself with the Stuff White People Like (although I totally dig on shorts, dogs, Arrested Development, having black friends, t-shirts, and grad school, and I'm quite certain I'll love Juno... maybe it can be "Stuff White People Like, and Brown People Have Been Known to Like Some of This Stuff, Too"?), so this is as close as I'm Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-58116838518759517922008-03-06T11:48:00.004-05:002008-03-12T13:31:31.214-04:00The ongoing battle between Calgon and Chuck E.I have the feeling that I may have to escape the office during lunch.I have been fighting a sore throat and general malaise since yesterday. This morning, I woke up with a cough that leaves my throat feeling raw, along with the unmovable urge to stay in bed. I went to work anyway, where I was greeted with at least six e-mails all asking for the impossible, along with the distinct stench of Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-23910737351059487352008-02-29T13:56:00.005-05:002008-03-02T23:08:12.045-05:00Arts and farts and crafts.Sorry, but since they've been talking about it on Armsweat's little slice of blog heaven, I can't get it out of my head. That shit is good.Takin' it higher and higher!That's all I really wanted to do: post an image of Christopher Meloni pelvic-thrusting his way through a montage of nothing but comedic gold. The man is an inspiration.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-13725663931309939432008-02-26T13:44:00.005-05:002008-02-27T21:37:18.900-05:00Either I have too much time on my hands...Or I'm trying to avoid work/wedding planning/everything else. Yes, probably that.I just signed up for that Grand Central business you see in the form of the "Call Me!" button to your right. Apparently, you plug in your phone number, and the system calls you and connects you to my assigned phone number or voice mail. And it's all free. I have yet to get a phone call in this manner; probably Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-47308030852824488152008-02-22T01:17:00.002-05:002008-02-26T13:09:11.593-05:00Another gem from my mother.Despite the fact that in the past six days, any and all talk of wedding planning has made me want to commit "quality matricide," as Buffy would put it, I have to share just a small thing before I retire for the evening.Moments ago, I asked my mom what the heck she was still doing up at this hour. She then dutifully informed me that she was watching America's Best Dance Crew. An entire episode.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-13586152495947739652008-02-19T12:28:00.003-05:002008-02-19T13:33:38.683-05:00Shiny!Okay, because I promised, here are a few pictures. I only mananged to salvage a couple from Perla's stellar photo shoot (see entry about my mom vs. electronics), especially because she kept insisting that instead of looking into the camera, we should "Look at the ring! Look at the ring!"I refuse to call my ring anything even remotely sounding like "My Precious." And yes, I do realize that my Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-83874877881321783932008-02-15T23:59:00.003-05:002008-02-16T00:03:32.815-05:00I still feel like I'm going to barf a little.Okay, long story short, because I'm exhausted from this day. And I promise I will elaborate and include photos (assuming I can get the auto-focus on the camera right), but I just had to share this with you, dear friends.Ben asked me to marry him this evening, and I said yes!Now, I am going to try to sleep. Very little of that happening lately. Wonder why that is?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-88543535232722599852008-02-12T23:15:00.003-05:002008-02-12T23:26:13.161-05:00And now, to celebrate my conceding to Facebook...And in honor of one particular Tacky Blog Lady from the Tri-State Area, I present to you... Mr. Vartan:Please, Hammer, don't hurt 'em.Carry on, dears. Carry on.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-48859733828602543792008-02-11T23:13:00.001-05:002008-02-12T23:27:15.902-05:00This is probably how constipation starts in most people.Today, I was being a dutiful daughter. My mom is going to participate with the church choir again after a year's hiatus, so she has started attending practices for the Easter Vigil mass. It so happens that these practices are on Monday nights, during the same time that Ben and I attend a class nearby. So, it only made sense for us to drop her off at practice, then pick her up after class.Upon Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-20736836036331645322008-02-08T11:25:00.000-05:002008-02-11T23:12:11.988-05:00Dirtbag.Lately, instead of calling perturbing people fucksticks or douche nozzles (or just "nozzles," for brevity's sake) under my breath, I'm calling them dirtbags. It's just been in the past few days, and I think it's because I can't get the following joke out of my head:What's the difference between a Harley and a Hoover?The location of the dirtbag.Oh, well. It'll probably pass when the word "Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-14091289463003388342008-02-06T15:59:00.000-05:002008-02-06T23:08:48.116-05:00Another lesson.It's the middle of the week, and things couldn't be going slower. I've got less than three hours left at the office, and it seems like it took forever to get to this very moment...As I typed the above statement, everything started happening at once. It is now 3:00, and I have an hour left here. In the past two hours, I have helped a patient apply for assistance through two different Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-56510985986332241822008-02-06T12:44:00.000-05:002008-02-07T22:48:58.363-05:00Renovation, restoration, no vacation.I've got Alias: The Best of Seasons 1 through 5 churning on my Zune as I take a minor break from work duties to post this, and it's making me want to don a wig and start beating on people (in a stealthy manner, of course).Who doesn't love dress-up, money in briefcases, and espionage mustaches? I mean, really?I promise, I will return in a bit to discuss the disaster area that is my house, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-9710684006181406282008-02-06T09:15:00.000-05:002008-02-06T11:16:37.353-05:00Excuses.Oddly enough, I don't have any really good ones for being absent so long (yet again)... I thought of perhaps taking the stance that my web silence was in quiet support of the striking writers; but we all know that one has absolutely nothing to do with the other, and it would also mean I'm taking my verbal shenanigans way too seriously. So, out of respect for striking writers, I will not use themUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-83520289418550216252007-09-22T21:27:00.000-04:002007-09-23T00:14:15.880-04:00Food coma and football related hypertension.Today was just a big ball of pain and punishment. First off, I got up early to go to the Dirt Mall to get a new case for the phone, only to find that there apparently no people staffing their booths laden with open and easily accessible merchandise at 8:30 in the morning. This would not have been so terrible if I had not made a point to wake up early on a Saturday to haul my cookies down to theUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-74576045981062148352007-09-18T10:23:00.000-04:002007-09-18T15:08:31.993-04:00So much to say...So little time at work to sneak in a blog post, and once I get said time, I forget what the hell there is to say. Getting old totally sucks.I am really enjoying my new workplace. I started this job in April, and I really like the people I work with, having regular hours, the interaction with the patients. It is so not like the last place, where I wanted to gouge my eyes out with the closest Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-61310198453450044212007-08-17T15:35:00.000-04:002007-08-17T15:51:32.907-04:00I am a bad, bad person...Because I am blogging from work. Not even from my phone, but from an actual computer. I'm rebelling against The Establishment quite brazenly, and it feels oh-so-invigorating, gentle readers!It's been so long. I don't even really have anything to post. I don't even know what to post. I am merely brushing off the dust and cobwebs from my already enfeebled mind, and I'm itching to get back to Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-38788929830781346332007-05-07T22:43:00.000-04:002007-05-20T20:00:31.276-04:00The tagging, it must stop!Not really. I was just feeling a bit dramatic, is all.Anyway, I open the inbox to find not even one piece of male enlargement spam (which is a relief, considering the whole "Use your dick to hit people!!!" Debacle of '04).(By the way, Lisa, still want a commemorative t-shirt? 'Cause we could still totally do that.)However, I did find a message stating I had a comment on MySpace, and the commentUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-32997088477016287832007-04-22T21:34:00.000-04:002007-04-23T16:32:09.369-04:00Agony, thy name is bronchitis.So, it turns out that the horrid hacking, congestion, and lung spasms I have been enduring for the past week or so wasn't the black lung after all. Well, shit. A sick day from work (which I hate taking only three weeks into a new job) and a fabulous visit to the walk-in clinic later (where, no lie, the guy ahead of us in line was daubing at a wound on his knee with a paper towel, and looked as Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-43141099483709249582007-03-28T13:57:00.000-04:002007-03-28T21:09:59.464-04:00Tagged. Like a little Bitch. Again.And now, as is my duty, I present to you my Report on 7 Songs I am Into Right Now:"Trogdor," by Strongbad. Since Ben has been catching up on all seasons of Buffy, the reference to Trogdor in Season 7 made me all nostalgic. Besides, there's nothing wrong with "burninating the countryside." Or the peasants, for that matter."Curiosity," by the Jets. Yes, you'd think that maybe "Crush On You" or Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-88191326464701221552007-03-15T23:34:00.000-04:002007-03-16T00:07:12.502-04:00Reason #74 Why I Love My Little Sister.Amongst other things, it's the text message I received from her at 11:15 this evening:Ha ha. Duke can kiss my ass!Weird thing is, I was thinking the exact same thing at that very moment.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-85156126874095059682007-02-25T22:35:00.000-05:002008-02-06T11:44:13.984-05:00You're on the ride. You might as well open your eyes.Go ahead, raise your hand if you know this one. Anyone. Anyone but Dan, who damn sure already knows it.Anyone?Oh, for the love of Heart-Kun, people!Heart-Kun is not angry. No, he is merely...disappointed.You all suck.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-12328763740376954892007-02-12T23:25:00.000-05:002007-02-18T01:21:11.377-05:00I always ruin things.Okay, thought of something to write about.The other day, Ben and I were at the Dirt Mall. Apparently, at the Dirt Mall way south of us that we never go to, they now have a little stage for either a live band, or... wait for it... karaoke.I know, it's blowing your mind, the possibilities. I just heard Danhole's head exploding somewhere north of here. Anyway, I think they were doing karaoke whenUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7943927.post-2669101710401821882007-02-12T21:33:00.000-05:002007-02-12T21:44:28.243-05:00We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming.I know, it's been a while since I've posted a lyrical blog title, but I still have 13 Going On 30 on the brain from a few weeks ago. You'll have to forgive.I have often found myself doing the same thing. Except without the really expensive dress. Or the bod. Crap.Anyway, I've been spending the last few weeks thinking about blogging, so that should count for something. I've been otherwise Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0