Number one sign you might use your DVR a little too much.....while watching TV, you pick up the remote to fast forward through the commercials and when it doesn't seem to be fast forwarding you try again......and a third time.....and it is only then that you realize you are watching live TV.
Oh.....it's one of those days.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Monday, February 20, 2006
Progressive Dinner
Attended a Progressive Dinner Friday night.
Photos here - thanks to Randy!
Quick overview: We arrived at a Downtown hotel around 6:30 pm, were split into three groups (mine was Group B, the most fun group of course) and then ushered onto a Limo Bus (aka The Party Bus). Once on the bus we cracked the champagne and dropped the first group at their restaurant and drove to the second, which is where my group was dropped. We enjoyed fab appetizers, drinks and good ole' fashioned conversation.
Knowing that we had drunk all of the champagne, a couple of us ran to the gas station next door to pick up some beer. Once on the bus again, we were shuttled to our second restaurant where we were served soup, salad and another drink. They switched out buses on us so our beer was AWOL.....but we did have new bottles of champagne. We arrived at our last place to be served steak, salmon, potatoes and beans....and another drink. Back on the bus....stop at a liquor store for more beer...and back downtown for dessert....and more drinks. I think you get the idea.
Some of my fondest memories and quotes of the evening:
"No, seriously, what is this pole for?"
Jessica and me running in heals and dresses to buy beer.
"Wow! There's a cooler back here to hide our beer!"
Randy bartering with the liquor store clerk over the price of a bottle opener.
The fact that somehow I was deemed the DJ and light controller in the bus.
Me seeing TJ take money out to tip the driver and thinking that if TJ is doing it, it must be the right thing to do....so I tipped the driver.....I think.
Me stealing the bottle opener out of Randy's coat.
Chocolate up my nose.
The fact that the next day I had a container of strawberries and chocolate in my fridge.
Good Times
Photos here - thanks to Randy!
Quick overview: We arrived at a Downtown hotel around 6:30 pm, were split into three groups (mine was Group B, the most fun group of course) and then ushered onto a Limo Bus (aka The Party Bus). Once on the bus we cracked the champagne and dropped the first group at their restaurant and drove to the second, which is where my group was dropped. We enjoyed fab appetizers, drinks and good ole' fashioned conversation.
Knowing that we had drunk all of the champagne, a couple of us ran to the gas station next door to pick up some beer. Once on the bus again, we were shuttled to our second restaurant where we were served soup, salad and another drink. They switched out buses on us so our beer was AWOL.....but we did have new bottles of champagne. We arrived at our last place to be served steak, salmon, potatoes and beans....and another drink. Back on the bus....stop at a liquor store for more beer...and back downtown for dessert....and more drinks. I think you get the idea.
Some of my fondest memories and quotes of the evening:
"No, seriously, what is this pole for?"
Jessica and me running in heals and dresses to buy beer.
"Wow! There's a cooler back here to hide our beer!"
Randy bartering with the liquor store clerk over the price of a bottle opener.
The fact that somehow I was deemed the DJ and light controller in the bus.
Me seeing TJ take money out to tip the driver and thinking that if TJ is doing it, it must be the right thing to do....so I tipped the driver.....I think.
Me stealing the bottle opener out of Randy's coat.
Chocolate up my nose.
The fact that the next day I had a container of strawberries and chocolate in my fridge.
Good Times
Monday, February 13, 2006
Chapter 1 - Dirk
I had my first "face-to-face" meeting with a fellow match.com member. We had emailed several times and seemed to have decent conversation. On a Wednesday, we decided to meet for coffee the following Saturday. We continued to converse a bit between Wednesday and Saturday. By the time Saturday rolled around I had talked to him enough to realize we were not going to click. For one thing, he had proved to have the listening skills of a deaf dog and seemed to only have about three stories to tell…..over and over.
I, however, went through with the meeting….mostly hoping it would provide good content for my “book.”
He (I’ll call him Dirk) and I live in different cities that are about 50 miles apart (me in Lincoln and him in Omaha). I was going to Omaha to visit a friend on Saturday so we arranged to meet for coffee beforehand.
I arrived at the coffee house a few minutes early so I purchased my drink and found a table, one that fits four so we weren’t forced to sit too close. He arrived a few minutes later – we shook hands, said hi and so on. He stood in line for a minute and then came back to my table and asked me, “So, what’s good here?”
I wanted to say, “Well, since it is a coffee house, I bet the coffee is good.”
I refrained.
Instead I asked him if he likes coffee, to which he said, “No, I just thought you might have some recommendations. I usually drink hot chocolate.” I suggested that he buy hot chocolate.
This isn’t brain surgery.
We talked for a bit, getting to know each other a little better. As we’re discussing family I tell him the town where most of my family lives. He asks where that is and I tell him it is about 150 west of Omaha. He then proceeds to say, “I went to college in Wayne is that close to where your family is?” Well, since Wayne is north of here (and I would think one would know that if they spent four years there) and I just told you that my family lives west of here….um, no…..idiot.
At this point I check my watch, figuring our time was about up. I felt my stomach drop when I realized that I had 45 minutes to go.
I said that when I hang out with my friends we mostly go out get a drink and have good conversation. Apparently this translated into me being a party animal and him feeling the need to share a drinking story. Always a good idea when meeting someone new. He proceeded to tell me about this time in college when he and a friend were out drinking. They both get up to go to the bathroom. Once inside they realize that the urinal is out of order and only one stall is open. So his friend uses the stall and then, as a joke, keeps Dirk from getting into the stall to go. Since he had to go so bad he decided to just pee in the drain on the floor. (This is not a picture that I needed painted in my head) Three times while telling that story he stopped, looked around and then said, “I shouldn’t be telling you this.”
He was right.
Then, pretty much out of the blue, he says to me, “Doesn’t Lincoln have a high population of sexual predators?”
I looked at him with what I’m sure what the blankest stare possible as he proceeded to say, “Well, it seems that I’ve heard a bunch about that in the news lately. I mean, are the laws really relaxed there?”
I can’t think of something that is more odd and creepy to say to someone when you first meet.
Well done, Dirk, well done.
I, however, went through with the meeting….mostly hoping it would provide good content for my “book.”
He (I’ll call him Dirk) and I live in different cities that are about 50 miles apart (me in Lincoln and him in Omaha). I was going to Omaha to visit a friend on Saturday so we arranged to meet for coffee beforehand.
I arrived at the coffee house a few minutes early so I purchased my drink and found a table, one that fits four so we weren’t forced to sit too close. He arrived a few minutes later – we shook hands, said hi and so on. He stood in line for a minute and then came back to my table and asked me, “So, what’s good here?”
I wanted to say, “Well, since it is a coffee house, I bet the coffee is good.”
I refrained.
Instead I asked him if he likes coffee, to which he said, “No, I just thought you might have some recommendations. I usually drink hot chocolate.” I suggested that he buy hot chocolate.
This isn’t brain surgery.
We talked for a bit, getting to know each other a little better. As we’re discussing family I tell him the town where most of my family lives. He asks where that is and I tell him it is about 150 west of Omaha. He then proceeds to say, “I went to college in Wayne is that close to where your family is?” Well, since Wayne is north of here (and I would think one would know that if they spent four years there) and I just told you that my family lives west of here….um, no…..idiot.
At this point I check my watch, figuring our time was about up. I felt my stomach drop when I realized that I had 45 minutes to go.
I said that when I hang out with my friends we mostly go out get a drink and have good conversation. Apparently this translated into me being a party animal and him feeling the need to share a drinking story. Always a good idea when meeting someone new. He proceeded to tell me about this time in college when he and a friend were out drinking. They both get up to go to the bathroom. Once inside they realize that the urinal is out of order and only one stall is open. So his friend uses the stall and then, as a joke, keeps Dirk from getting into the stall to go. Since he had to go so bad he decided to just pee in the drain on the floor. (This is not a picture that I needed painted in my head) Three times while telling that story he stopped, looked around and then said, “I shouldn’t be telling you this.”
He was right.
Then, pretty much out of the blue, he says to me, “Doesn’t Lincoln have a high population of sexual predators?”
I looked at him with what I’m sure what the blankest stare possible as he proceeded to say, “Well, it seems that I’ve heard a bunch about that in the news lately. I mean, are the laws really relaxed there?”
I can’t think of something that is more odd and creepy to say to someone when you first meet.
Well done, Dirk, well done.
Saturday, February 04, 2006
The Signs
Signs that your "Fly by the Seat of Your Pants" evening has become a little too Fly by the Seat of Your Pants:
1. "Hey, let's go get a kamikaze at Cliffs" sounds like an excellent idea.
2. You order a kamikaze.
3. You drink about half of your kamikaze before dumping it into Jessica’s glass while she is in the bathroom.
4. You order an Old Fashioned, even though they are out of oranges, just so you can use the bourbon to get rid of the pixie stick-like sugar overdose left by the kamikaze.
5. You wake up on the couch at 5:00 am – clothes on, lights on, Full House on the TV and the dog starring at you.
Good Times.
1. "Hey, let's go get a kamikaze at Cliffs" sounds like an excellent idea.
2. You order a kamikaze.
3. You drink about half of your kamikaze before dumping it into Jessica’s glass while she is in the bathroom.
4. You order an Old Fashioned, even though they are out of oranges, just so you can use the bourbon to get rid of the pixie stick-like sugar overdose left by the kamikaze.
5. You wake up on the couch at 5:00 am – clothes on, lights on, Full House on the TV and the dog starring at you.
Good Times.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Book in the Works
I've always wanted to write a book. I started several in high school but, being that I was only 16; I never finished any of them.
I still dream of being published, I suppose that is one of the things that attracted me to starting a blog.....published with no chance of rejection.
While I'm not sure this will ever lead to a book, I have done something that will provide ample content for an entertaining essay style hard-bound…..or my blog at the least.
I recently joined match.com. First, I will say it is work! I've never had to think so hard on what to say knowing it may be the only chance I get to make an impression - and let's face it I'm the type of person who sometimes needs more than one chance.
If you are not familiar with the service, you set up a profile, tell a little about yourself, the type of person you want to date and upload anywhere from one to 24 photos, yes 24 photos! I put in my profile that my "date" should be within a certain age range, in Lincoln or within a specific distance away and other factors such as education, smoking habits, etc.
You can set search criteria and see who comes up, a snippet with their photo and "headline" appears and then you can click on them to view their full profile. If you are interested in learning more, you can "wink" at them or send them a message and see if they respond.
In the short time I've been a part of this "service" I've had many moments that led to me express a confused look, cock and my head and say, "what the hell...."
The first person who "winked" at me was five years older than my maximum age (although going by his photo I think he lied as he appeared even older) and spends all of his time with motor sports, aka NASCAR and motorcycles. Not to be a complete snob (which, those of you who know me, know I am)....GIVE ME A BREAK! Good thing I signed up for a term that was more than 24 hours, because based on this response I would have withdrawn!
Today, I was winked at by a guy whose home is 150 miles away (my limit is clearly stated at 50 miles) and under “job” states, "I'm currently deployed to Iraq but hope to be home in October." Um......what part of "within 50 miles" makes you think I'm going to be interested in you when you are in IRAQ!? I know, how selfish, I mean all I would need to do is hop on a plane to war-torn Iraq.....geesh.
If nothing else, this will teach me to deal with rejection - as of 5:00 pm today, 203 men had viewed me, and about eight had actually winked or sent a message. I don't like those odds.........
This will certainly be an adventure. I'll let you know when the book is done. :)
I still dream of being published, I suppose that is one of the things that attracted me to starting a blog.....published with no chance of rejection.
While I'm not sure this will ever lead to a book, I have done something that will provide ample content for an entertaining essay style hard-bound…..or my blog at the least.
I recently joined match.com. First, I will say it is work! I've never had to think so hard on what to say knowing it may be the only chance I get to make an impression - and let's face it I'm the type of person who sometimes needs more than one chance.
If you are not familiar with the service, you set up a profile, tell a little about yourself, the type of person you want to date and upload anywhere from one to 24 photos, yes 24 photos! I put in my profile that my "date" should be within a certain age range, in Lincoln or within a specific distance away and other factors such as education, smoking habits, etc.
You can set search criteria and see who comes up, a snippet with their photo and "headline" appears and then you can click on them to view their full profile. If you are interested in learning more, you can "wink" at them or send them a message and see if they respond.
In the short time I've been a part of this "service" I've had many moments that led to me express a confused look, cock and my head and say, "what the hell...."
The first person who "winked" at me was five years older than my maximum age (although going by his photo I think he lied as he appeared even older) and spends all of his time with motor sports, aka NASCAR and motorcycles. Not to be a complete snob (which, those of you who know me, know I am)....GIVE ME A BREAK! Good thing I signed up for a term that was more than 24 hours, because based on this response I would have withdrawn!
Today, I was winked at by a guy whose home is 150 miles away (my limit is clearly stated at 50 miles) and under “job” states, "I'm currently deployed to Iraq but hope to be home in October." Um......what part of "within 50 miles" makes you think I'm going to be interested in you when you are in IRAQ!? I know, how selfish, I mean all I would need to do is hop on a plane to war-torn Iraq.....geesh.
If nothing else, this will teach me to deal with rejection - as of 5:00 pm today, 203 men had viewed me, and about eight had actually winked or sent a message. I don't like those odds.........
This will certainly be an adventure. I'll let you know when the book is done. :)
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