Aural fixation

Marci and I went outlet shopping 40 miles away and on the way home, I was flipping radio stations like mad. I just could not find the music to suit my mood. So I told Marci "sometimes I just can't get aurally satisfied."

I watched War of the Worlds

I kept waiting for them to get blown up and after a while, found myself to be rather disappointed.

My favorite reading material...

My mother tells fantastic tales of her life. Especially of her childhood, growing up in Germany. We try to go to brunch together once a week and I am usually granted a great saga. I love to hear these stories. My mother grew up during a war, she was the feisty oldest kid of a pastor in a small town where everyone knew your every step. She came to the States for college, lived in Switzerland, (dated a count...I think he was a count.)In any case, I believe she might be the most interesting person I have ever met. So imagine my delight when she told me tonight that she was actually writing down her memoirs. I am so ecstatic that I will get to have these stories forever and ever. Besides, she writes so well that you almost feel like you are reliving it with her. Hmm, my next step will be to get her to put it on tape.
Danke Mami! Deine Geschichten sind einfach toll!

eh Boo-Boo, want a pickanick basket?

I went to our company picnic today. I will admit it was was mostly in hopes of winning one of the door prizes. They give out $500 Amex gift cards. Yeah, that sounds good to me. But alas, it did not go to me. We'll see if I ever attend a picnic again. Actually, we got a cooler and some pretty cool take home stuff and it's always fun to see people you only ever see in suits, in shorts.
But I realized that Boy! is my little clock ticking away. I think the only people I talked to were people with little kids. My friend's two year old grabbed me by the hand and we went and examined the pond and played with ants and sticks. That was exceptionally cool, because he is extraordinarily shy.
Then came the people who, finding out I am single, went on the blind date brigade.
Her: Oh Buggie, you are such a catch (thank you!). We have to find a guy for you.
Me: Uh, Thanks. Um, but... (looking around frantically)
Her: (deep in thought) What about my friend... He is super. (Mazillion questions..)
Other people: Whatchu guys talking about?
Her: finding a man for Buggie.
Them: you don't have a man?
Me: (Dying a thousand deaths)
Them & her: (Brainstorming)
Someone else: Hey, Buggie. your boss is here with his grandson.
Me: Yay! Another baby! Buggie out! (Look Marci, I copied you.)(then I bounded happily across the lawn. Free at last, free at last. Thank God almighty, I'm free at last.)

No blind dates, please. I think it is so sweet that people think highly enough of me to want to hook me up with their friends, but then the pressure is on! Because not only is it a possibility of not liking the guy, or him not liking me, but also of letting those friends down.

You know who does love me? Bugs. But I do not love them. They bite me and I swell to obscene proportions. Hello bugs?!? I AM YOUR LEADER. Stop biting me.

Hi!

I was leaving work today and a woman with a little girl in the backseat drove by me. The little girl raised her hand in a wave to me and without thought, I waved back. It filled me with such a flush of pleasure that all the way home, I contemplated the sweetness of a smile, wave or any sort of gesture that demonstrates that you are being recognized and appreciated for the simple reason of being there.
Sometimes, when I am out by myself, I become so self contained (self conscious?) that I have a hard time letting go of myself enough to appreciate others with a smile or a nod. I know this partially due to bad experiences. But, when someone smiles at me, someone who has no intention behind that smile other than to smile, I sometimes am not programmed properly to respond in turn. But still, that smile will infect me so the next person I see will receive one. I am certain that it is a domino effect.
I think we should take those extra little steps to take care of the people who live in our world. I think that a smile from a stranger is a simple step to keep from becoming completely isolated for people who don't get enough social interaction. Imagine feeling completely invisible, a smile could re-open doors of hope for you. (Of course I am saying this with the concept in mind that the person is of sound mind. Not scary stalker material.)
On the scary stalker note: Seriously people. Just because someone talks to you does not open a door for obsessiveness. (Just a side note. Nothing that affects me. Just felt an obligation to touch on this subject as I was attempting to get people to take a chance with their fellow mankind. But not at a risk of their own safety.)

Live now or forever hold your peace

Today, today. Oh, glorious day. My new laptop and I are finally together. It's weird to type on this thing. Boy, laptops sure are different. I got the tiniest, cutest little mouse as well. It is literally an inch by two inches. CUTE!
I took my new laptop to Starbucks to weasel some of their wi-fi and alas, coffee in hand, 'puter turned on, you have to have T-Mobile. Well, I can't stand people asking me "where I'm at". I find it to be the worst abuse of the English language, and therefore will never subscribe to their service. But, I did find myself with coffee in hand, decaf.. (I know! But I am already having enough trouble sleeping lately.) and read the cup. The sage words coming from Jill Scott, the singer. I really liked what she said and therefore I am going to quote my Starbucks coffee cup.

Embrace this right now life while it's dripping, while the flavors are excellently woesome. Take your bites with bravery and boldness since the learning and the growing are here in these times, these exact right nows. Capture these times. Hold and kiss them because it will soon be very different. - Jill Scott

It's exactly what I was telling a friend to do earlier today. And it is something I want to do. Seize today! Capture it! In all the misery and pain and joy and laughter.. there is so much to be taken out of every experience. I implore everyone to take every chance and really live. I'd much rather rub my bruised arse because of something I have done than have everyone admire my unblemished life when I am 80 and horribly hollow for lack of any substance inside of myself. Is making a mistake now better than a life of regret? I think so.

This is my first post through my new Dell (and my larcenous use of my neighbor's wireless internet. Thank you!)

I lay a stone on the graves of each person who died in the Holocaust.

I watched Europa, Europa today. It's about a Jewish boy who gets separated from his family and ends up in a Polish orphanage. He is originally from Germany, and his family moved to Poland to evade the war. He tells German soldiers that he is a pure-blood German who lost his parents and finds himself in a Hitler Youth school. All this time, he is desperately hiding his identity as Jew. Obviously he has to deny his true race in order to survive. But it really got me thinking. So many people have such strong ties to their identity, so much so that they would never turn their backs on it. So much that they would sacrifice their lives before ever denouncing their faith. While this is a remarkable show of strength of character, what good does it do? Yet, does one demonstrate themself to be a coward if one hides behind a false identity to survive? Obviously, the true cowards in WWII were the ones who relished the opportunity for absolute power and cruelty behind the name of The Fuehrer.
Like I have said before, my mother grew up in Germany during WWII. She had an uncle that was vehemently against the Nazi movement. So much so that he died because of it. I wonder, had I been an adult in Germany during that time, would I have been a cruel person? Would I have gone with the flow? Or would I have been a strong person who stood up for my beliefs regardless of my own personal safety? What if I was Jewish? How would I have been then? Would I have given up and let myself die? Or would I have fought with every fiber of my being? I have read so many books of bravery and strength. The Franks, for example, and the people who helped them. Perhaps even Oscar Schindler, who saved over 1000 lives during a time where to do so was the most terrifying prospect one could imagine. Everyone one of the survivors of the war is living demonstration of their own courage and strength.
A time like the Holocaust gave brave people a chance to be truly brave and cruel people a venue to act out their most heinous desires. Someone like Ilse Koch, the "Bitch of Buchenwald" who found pleasure in making things out of human skin and other parts of the human body, would not have had as acceptable an outlet to act out her cruel fantasies if not for her role in the SS.
I don't think that I am a cruel person. I also am fairly confident in my convictions. Yet I hope to never be put to the test to find what kind of person I truly am. At least not under circumstances like these. Because I am terrified in the knowledge that I have absolutely no idea of what kind of person I would be.

Ye olde story

My Godson turned 11. (11! Holy crap. How old am I?) We celebrated amongst the knights and wenches at Medieval Times. I really love my Godson. I think I demonstrated it well by only complaining a little bit about the two hours it took me to drive 45 miles. 10 miles in 60 minutes. I love DC traffic. I love everything about DC. So, there I am. Moving in first gear, talking on the cell phone (Yeah, I am THAT girl) to my friend whom I am going to meet. She tells me her folks are running late, too. I tell her I will call when I am close to Medieval Times (MT). I figure I will get there before her folks. I am wrong. So I get to MT and call. No answer. I stand in front looking around like an idiot. No one there. I call again. No answer. Now, you should know that you need a ticket to get into this event. I do not have one. I stood around calling her cell for 15 minutes. Yep, that's how long it took her to answer. I love her, but once she gets things situated for herself, she tends to forget about anyone else. But I finally got in and got to enjoy a super cool show with dancing Andalusian horses and jousting and swordfights and a falconer. The horses were unbelievable. The food was pretty good, too. We had chicken and a rib and everything was very greasy. They only supplied us each with one napkin and a wetnap. not enough, my friends. Especially when the feisty 14 month old pulls the grog mug down and pours the contents out on his mother.
The end.

Apparently, these are the keys to my heart. Hope they look like the Mercedes key. That is a cool looking key.

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.

You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.

Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.

In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

I have some comments about this:

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. I like people who are their own people. And unmarried and unattached is good. So yeah, I guess this is true.

In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell. No. I hate this. That is just they way my relationships always seem to be. (Hmm, is it me? Oh God, what if I do like it? No. I don't. I don't.)

All the rest of it is true to a tee. Let's find me a date. He's gotta be a hottie too. Actually, no blind dates for me, thanks.

They must be using me as their model for the sign of cancer

I spent over a grand on my computer yesterday... Hmm.

My horoscope today:
If only you could solve the mystery of the empty wallet! The bills seem to disappear as fast as they're put in. It's not a ghost, but your evil impulse-buying twin. Control this side of yourself for the sake of your bank account.

Hi-Ho the derry-O. The Buggie and the Dell.

I am trying to buy a laptop computer. I went to the usual sites and perused the offerings. At some point I picked Dell to be the supplier of my take-with-me-everywhere-and-do-really-cool-things-with toy, probably because my company uses Dell and if something goes awry, I can beg for help from our crack computer staff. So I spent the whole day configuring different models with the help of two very computer savvy friends. (Thanks!!!)
A couple of important things to know about me is that
1. I am not great with choices. I have a minor panic attack when trying to pick an ice cream flavor from Baskin Robbins 31 flavors to choose from!! It is too hard. What if I get the mint chocolate chip, but as soon as I taste it I realize that the peanut butter fudge ripple would actually suit my palette better? I guess, to summarize, I over-think EVERYTHING!
2. I consult my friends because I really just want them to tell me that the one I picked out is perfect and woo-hoo, way to pick ‘em, baby! But instead, I have intelligent friends. And I usually pick the ones who have an interest in whatever it is I am seeking help on and therefore, they have all sorts of ideas. And I come unglued and don’t buy anything at all. I am exceptionally bad when it comes to buying expensive things, because my over-thinking ways have a tendency of making me sweat and then decide that AUGH! It’s too hard. Never mind! I can’t be allowed too many choices. I need to pick what I want and go with it so that I don’t regret it later. But while an over-thinker I may be, once I make my mind up about something, I am usually set. (Stubborn German!) So my wish for today is that I would not be an over-thinker. Life would be sooo much easier. (Yeah, I’m neurotic. Lemme alone.)

I did finally buy one last night. It is HIGH END! And I think I got a good deal. only issue... I won't get it until middle of August. Dernit. I want my stinking toy now!

I'm just not a good sale shopper.

Aw man! I got up early to do some damage on Bluefly this morning and nothing that I want is on sale. I got an email saying that www.bluefly.com was having a private 30% off sale that started at 7am today and went until 6am tomorrow. BUT I LIKED NOTHING! Guess I will save my money for those cowboy boots. And go back to bed...

BOOM, shake shake shake the room!

It is storming so hard outside that my place is shaking. I just love a good thunderstorm. I remember visiting my grandparents in Germany when I was about 8 and there was this horrific thunderstorm. I thought bombs were going off. I had never heard anything like it. I was terrified. My mother grew up during WWII in Germany. She told me that she loved thunderstorms because they were not bombs going off. In fact, because of the storm, the war would be halted for a while. Ever since she told me that, I have reveled in a good storm.

Did it think we wouldn't notice?

I was looking for a picture to put up as my profile photo and this is what I found. The face loks all rosy and sweet, and it is holding up those delighful flowers. But is that poop?

I've got a golden ticket!

I saw "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" today. It is so much better than the original. They actually read Roald Dahl's book before making it. Did you know that Roald Dahl so hated the original that he refused to let them make a sequel? (Which would be "Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator". Another great Dahl classic. Yeah, I loved his books.)
I was especially fond of a few things in the movie.

• The Oompa Loompa "Britney Spears-from Oops I did it again" video, red latex ensemble. Sweet!
• When Willy Wonka turned to go into the great glass elevator and BOOM! hit the glass and fell down. Hahahahahaha. That is always classic.
• The idea of a forest of candy. Yeah. That's sounds all right!
• The fact that Violet Beauregard looks like Madonna. But seriously. I think it's random. Yet cool. Especially when you contemplate the intense similarities between Willy Wonka and Michael Jackson. Of course Madonna has to make an appearance.
• Willy Wonka's teeth bear an uncanny resemblance to Hilary Duff's new teeth. But they were somehow more pleasing on him. (But it is Johnny Depp. Nothing wrong with that boy.)
• Willy Wonka looks an awful lot like the guy who beheaded his neighbor in Canada before coming to the good ole US of A. Kind of like Martin said. He seemed like he was bathed in embalming fluid. Yipes. (Yet, I like it.) (I originally wrote elmbalming fluid.... That is what they use for dead trees.) I foresee a huge increase in sales of white eyeliner. (Please see lower lids.)

What I did not like was:

• I cannot stay awake in movies. What am I, 84 years old? (No offense. It is a lovely young age. But people who are 84, I would think tend to nap through movies... No?)
• That I stayed until the blue screen popped up. For NOTHING! Whatever happened to those last snippets of entertainment in a movie, after the credits? Especially after a sardonic movie like this? How do the filmmakers expect people to give credit to their gaffers and best boys and dolly grips and such, if they don't give incentive to stay through the abysmally long and boring credits? Bastards.
• That the movie cost $9.50. Holy smokes.
• Grandpa Joe freaked me out. I will be having nightmares about him and his frightening little dance.

Shout out!

I am so excited that the blogs have brought all these people together. Won't it be a scary place if you ever meet face to face? Blogs bring people together.
"I'd like to teach the world to blog in perfect harmony"

I want a kid like Rory. Anyone want to help me with that?

Good Lord! I am watching "Brat Camp" (Of course I am. It is a reality show and I am apparently addicted...). it is about these kids that through their behaviors (failing school, staying out all night, alcohol, drugs, insane disrespect), have become the greatest scourge of the Earth. They range from age 14 to 17. They are sent to a camp, in the middle of nowhere, for up to 3 months to work on their bad behaviors. Now, I know I was a total goodie goodie, but how the hell does a kid turn out this way? Is it lack of attention by parents? Is it a horrific experience? What is to say that my kid won't turn out like these? (I want a kid.) I can't imagine being scared of my child. I couldn't have imagine saying the things these kids say to my mother. I cannot comprehend this. And while I love what they are doing on this show to get these kids to get their lives back on track, what is to keep them from reverting once they are back amongst the things that made them the way they are in the first place?


On an unrelated note... When did I start taking everything so damn seriously? I am completely incapable of writing anything funny. I used to be somewhat fun. Dammit. I know what it is. But I can't talk about it here.
:)

Let me be a bitch. Then you'll like me. You'll really like me.

My boss cracks me up. He has totally taken a fatherly role towards me. Usually he is on me to finish my degree, but lately he is contemplating my dating life. He has always had an opinion, however today's made me laugh. He thinks I am too hard to date. I swear to God this is what he said. "Buggie, you are a striking looking woman, with a fierce intellect who comes across as a complete ditz." (Um, thanks?) He went on to tell me I needed a seriously stable guy who would not be intimidated by me or feel insecure around me. (Whaa?!?) Then he theorized that I would end up with an older man who would probably decide that I am fun but not serious enough to date more than just casually. But he did throw in that the guy would have to be wealthy. (Damn, straight! Not really. I am not that materialistic. But it is nice not to have to worry about money.)

Now, I am smart enough. I just don't feel like I should have to demonstrate it with a dissertation on Proust everywhere I go.
I am cute enough, I guess. But this just seems to get me into trouble. Boys don't hit on me unles I approach them. Yet every guy I have ever dated has been super jealous. (Boys want a pretty girl in theory, but can't handle the realities of it.) Besides, I have never cheated on a guy. It is not in my nature. I tend to be completely into the person I am with. Why else would I be with them?
I like to have fun. I am sure I come off as goofy and ditzy. But I work hard, have a good job, can carry on a decent conversation, am friendly.
Do I need to start wearing a placard with all of my attributes?

Best thing I have read in a while

I was just lying in my bed and I opened "Brave New World" by Aldous Huxley. It is a book I loved when I read so many years ago and I decided to re-address it. I read the first paragraph of the Foreward and I truly hope the publishers will forgive me as I know this is a nono. I just had to put this out there, as this may be the best thing I have read in a while. So simple. So true. here it goes.

Chronic remorse, as all the moralists are agreed, is a most undesirable sentiment. If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time. On no account brood over your wrong-doing. Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean.

How many times have beaten myself up over things that I have done to people. But truth be told, I can't take back my actions. So I apologize and vow to not make the same mistakes again. It is just so much more eloquent when it comes from Aldous Huxley. I just had to share. Gnight.

Yayayayayayyyyyyyy!!

• Ryan Church is officially off the DL. Back to RFK, my friends. Woooo.
• The NHL CBA is supposed to be finalized today. Back to MCI, my friends. Let's go everyone but the Caps! If the NHL and the NHLPA is messing with my head, and they don't ratify the CBA, I will beat someone up. Probably someone smaller than me. Like George McPhee.
• I studied an entire chapter in my book. 16 to go.
• The pimple on my chin went away. Never was of the Doug caliber, but still.
• My mommy is coming home in four days.
• I might become a Miller Lite girl. How kick ass would that be?
• After all the vacation I just took, I still have 9 days of vacation on my time card. It is a good thing as I seem to only be attracted to guys who live really far away.

Stick your tongue out and you'll look like a zipper.

Hey Marci, remember when we said that anorexia seemed to be working for Nicole Ritchie? Photographic proof that it's never good to jest at an illness. Good Lord! Where did she go?

Lindsay the friendly ghost? (Is she friendly?)

Wow. She makes me look tan. Oh, Linds. Where to begin?????
Ouchie, you make my eyes hurt.

I am flipping for you.

Who would ever have thought that three 30+ girls (Yeah, I said girls.) would have enjoyed watching guys, ranging from their teens to 65 (Yeah, Tony Hawk. I’m talking to you.), riding back and forth in a half pipe on their skateboards or bicycles. (Yeah, I said bicycles. Does that make me sound old? Should I be all like “tricked out bikes”?) Now, all the skating back and forth was exciting, even if they could not stay on their boards to save their lives (Yeah, I’m talking to you, Tony Hawk.) But what did we do to deserve the punishment that was the intermittent video skit showing all the X-Gamers as old men in a nursing home? Why were we being abused with their “acting”? One skit, maybe, would have been okay. They showed us a good six skits, if not more. And by good, I mean that I am dumber for having witnessed them. They even admitted their lack of acting ability and then showed us another scandalously awful skit. The only bonus I could see was that they did not have to age Tony Hawk. (Yeah, I said it.)
They brought out MotoX’ers. Flipping fantastic! I mean flipping! They took their motorbikes out there and did handstands in midair on a moving vehicle. It was super cool. Of course now I think I can do it. I have ridden the great Motorcross bikes before. I have hurdled myself over handlebars and landed in muddy ditches. I have gone flying down steep hills. But I have never done a handstand on a moving bike. I am not certain if I could do a handstand without a wall to sturdy myself on. Then, as it could not have gotten more exciting, it got more exciting! The skateboarders and bikers were lifted to a five story ramp where they went shooting down and all around. Every time the announcer would chant a skater’s name, that skater would fall off his board. GO BIG!

Wish for today

I wish that someone had not turned my house upside down and left me with this mess to clean. I wish I was one of those obsessively neat and clean people. But, I don't seem to mind making a mess. I just mind cleaning it up. Dammit. I have the baseball game on. Marci, Pat Burrell just made a sweet catch. (Against the Nationals. That makes him a bad man. A hot, bad man.) I am hoping the baseball game will help me clean. Especially since I think that Ryan Church is still on the DL.

Off to AC!!!!

Um, I think we overpacked.
This is my photo expose on our trip to Atlantic City. Me and Marci had a delightful time. But NYC was better. I will post those soon.

happy birthday

Yeah, everyone wants to celebrate with me!
Welcome to my photo documentation of the first leg of my birthday trip. Woo, AC . NYC is coming up later.

NO comment

Valet brings girls overpacking to their room. Seriously, we had 11 bags for two nights. Yikes. (But we brought rollerblades and did not anticpate the boardwalk being closed at 10 am. We were still in bed at 10 am. Screw that!!)

Yeah, we packed booze. We are a shade white trash. Yo, Britney, Holla!

Ghetto bar for two cheap girls.

It's like a personal garden you don't need to tend.

The lovely carpeting and walls in our hotel (The Sands).I think I am going to recreate this in my home. (shaking her head... not really)

Out of control!!!

Marci's bed. Yikes. Whatchu doin', girl? She can't be hemmed in, my friends. Watch where you step! For real!

Oh sooo gentle. :)

My bed. Need I say more? I am a restful sleeper.

Hotties in Atlantic City.

Ohh, sweet jumper. Especially with the Jamaica moniker on front.Your man is hot. I like his mullet. (He made fun of us for being too excited about our Buffet meal. That made me like him a bit.) I should make mention that Marci totally pretend posed so that I could take pictures of the unfortunates.

Seriously, check out the tights.(And the mesh top.)

Yeah! Woo!!!!!! New Jersey fashion. Bring it on over here, baby. (And this is not even the worst of the blindness that AC inflicted on us.)

Our just desserts

Bally's gave us a free buffet for lunch. We managed four trips up to the food counter.
We had:

• Matzoh Ball soup
• Veggie soup
• Mushroom Barley soup
• Salad
• PotatoLatkes with apple sauce
• General Tso's chicken (thiswas vetoed because it tasted yucky!)
• 1 onion ring
• 2 cheese ravioli
• 4peel and eat shrimp that Marci was firmly against as their feet were still firmly attached. I feel that as long their heads are not attached, I am good to go.
• Some chicken thingie
• 3 rolls (but one jumped off of my plate, and so we only had two.)
• Diet Coke
• Flounder stuffed with Crab (I wrote flounder stuffed with carb. Ha! Oh no!! Carbs!!)
• Mashed Potatoes
• Turkey with cranberry sauce
• creamed spinach
• mushrooms

For dessert we had:

• Strawberries Romanov
• Pecan Pie with Chocolate chips
• Cheesecake
• Cream puffs
• Sugar free Apple pie
• Peanut Butter cheesecake
• Carrot Cake
• Chocolate Cake
• Chocolate soft serve with hot fudge and butterscotch.

Me, afterwards:

Holy crap! I am amped up! I feel huge! like Tall!!!!! Let's go!! Too much sugar. AUGHHH

LET'S RUN SOMPLACE!

Marci says: Oh my God! It's like she is on crack. Help me.

Fashion Show

Ah, the high class beauty of New Jersey fashion. After Batman broke and we were kicked out of the movie theatre, Marci and I beelined to the local Cache' where we found the most fantastically over-the-top clothes to try on. Marci has those photos on her camera, but as soon as she gives me the copies, I will give a you a photo show. That pink top was gorgeous. Made me look just like Atlantic City Barbie. I looked like Dracula Barbie with the collar pulled up. Delightful!

I wish I were Tara.

Hey Tara, this looks like an opportunity you should not pass up. It must be good shit. Patrick posted this exquisitely handcrafted sign on every phone booth on Specific (Pacific) Ave. (Wonder if she would have to work for the shit?)

Ya that sounds aboot right, eh?

Your Slanguage Profile

Canadian Slang: 75%

New England Slang: 50%

Victorian Slang: 50%

British Slang: 25%

Prison Slang: 25%

Southern Slang: 25%

Aussie Slang: 0%

What Slanguage Do You Speak?

Ok, I know I am a fake Canadian, but I always thought I had a bit of Aussie in me. Shameful.

But does it mean I have a chip on my shoulder?

You Are Chocolate Chip Ice Cream

You are kind, popular, and generous. You tend to be successful at anything you try. A social butterfly, you are great at entertaining a crowd. You are most compatible with strawberry ice cream.

What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?

Hey baby

Roger Lodge totally "How youuuu doin?"ed me at the Sands on Friday morning. I believe that the host of "Blind Date" (who is much better looking and much taller in person) is in the "I think Bug is hot!" fanclub. (Along with Rob Lowe... That's right. I said Rob Lowe! How do you like me now?)

We saw a Rocket before the Fourth!

Paul McCrane

After Marci so lovingly poured her entire Starbucks coffee on my cream coloured pants, we stopped at a rest stop in New Jersey. I spent some time gently caressing myself with soap and water and did a damn good job of getting the coffee out. We decided a reward was in order. So we stood in line for 76 hours to get a delicious croissanwich at Burger King, which is apparently the only place to eat in New Jersey. As we have much time to peruse the crowd, I do so. I see Dr. Robert "Rocket" Romano from the NBC hit show ER. Marci goes to investigate. (She looks like Mr. Bean in her mission.) So, it's totally him and we are totally fine in being crazy stalker fans. (By the way, I was totally ridiculed by my boss today for my complete overuse of the word "totally". Have no clear concept of how my overuse of the word came to be... but I think I am totally fine with it.) Sandwiches firmly in hand, we , make our way outside where the man is leaning against his car with his young kids inside. (The wife was in the 76 hour line.) We make the advance.
Bug: Hi. Can we get a Kodak moment with you?
Paul: (Total confusion)
B/M: We totally love you!
Paul: (Pleased.)
Bug: I loved you on Fame!
Paul: You have a good memory.
Bug: (Duh, but just smiles, all pleased)
Paul: I had different hair then.
Bug: Ya! Totally sporting the red fro.
Marci: You should totally grow that back and represent!
Paul: (Touches his bald head sadly.) Yeah.
Marci: Are you okay? (Because she saw him walking all slow and in pain-like)
Paul: Huh? (confused again)
Marci: You look like you are hurting.
Paul: (Longish monologue about long trip/family/small kids/sleepy...)
Bug: (looking into the car at two little kids. Waves.) Ooh, are they cute!
(But sounded like "ooh, are they cute???)
Marci: Haha.
Paul: Um, I think so.
Then we squeezed our heads together for the attached Kodak moment. Mr. McCrane was a bit confused about the process, but we helped him out.
He was super nice and we thanked him and everyone made their way towards New York.
Two even bigger fans, now, Mr. Paul McCrane!!!

Tally:
Totally's: 7 (and 1 total)

Companies that should send us free crap:
Kodak
Burger King
Starbucks
NBC