So I decided to move after over a year of NMMSAW.
Go here from now on.
Thanks for everyone's support!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Possible Switch
I'm 95% sure I'll be switching this blog to something else.
No More No More MySpace At Work.
It's a painstaking decision but I'm sure the people who read this won't mind clicking a "here" link to go to the new site. It'll still be on Blogger because I like the way Blogger is and it doesn't boggle my mind like WordPress or Tumblr. However, I have made blogs on both those websites to try them out.
I just need to come to terms with not having this blog anymore, put some finishing touches on the new blog and then I'll post the link here.
No More No More MySpace At Work.
It's a painstaking decision but I'm sure the people who read this won't mind clicking a "here" link to go to the new site. It'll still be on Blogger because I like the way Blogger is and it doesn't boggle my mind like WordPress or Tumblr. However, I have made blogs on both those websites to try them out.
I just need to come to terms with not having this blog anymore, put some finishing touches on the new blog and then I'll post the link here.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Q
Am I a bad Vegetarian when I make my boyfriend Chicken wrapped in Bacon for dinner?
I had a Salad with fake Chicken and Spicy Ranch Dressing.
I had a Salad with fake Chicken and Spicy Ranch Dressing.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Goes to Show
When you really think about and I mean think about it - you really don't know anybody. At all.
Sure, I've been dating Eric for 5+ years but do I really know him? What if he's some masterminded, evil-genius that hides behind this nice, alternative guy that only gets his hair cut once a year? You just don't know.
So when I got forwarded a story from the Post Gazette about someone I used to work with, this just convinced me further that you really don't know anybody and you shouldn't pretend to:
Meet Ian
This young man was someone I worked with at my last job, sans Black Eye. He was very quiet, softspoken and pretty nice. He worked as a Hotel Operator and wore a suit to work everyday.
Turns out, Mr. Ian was the second Most Wanted Graffiti Artist in Pittsburgh. He caused more than $212 G's in damage around the city.
Here's his tag:
When he was busted they found more than 500 cans of Spray Paint in his apartment. And even after he was busted he was still tagging the city.
He faces 69 Charges related to graffiti and 4 of them are felonies.
Sure, I've been dating Eric for 5+ years but do I really know him? What if he's some masterminded, evil-genius that hides behind this nice, alternative guy that only gets his hair cut once a year? You just don't know.
So when I got forwarded a story from the Post Gazette about someone I used to work with, this just convinced me further that you really don't know anybody and you shouldn't pretend to:
Meet Ian
This young man was someone I worked with at my last job, sans Black Eye. He was very quiet, softspoken and pretty nice. He worked as a Hotel Operator and wore a suit to work everyday.
Turns out, Mr. Ian was the second Most Wanted Graffiti Artist in Pittsburgh. He caused more than $212 G's in damage around the city.
Here's his tag:
When he was busted they found more than 500 cans of Spray Paint in his apartment. And even after he was busted he was still tagging the city.
He faces 69 Charges related to graffiti and 4 of them are felonies.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Excuse Me
I got excused from Jury Duty!
I was so looking forward to it. [Blogging about it]
Way to go system, you really missed out.
I was so looking forward to it. [Blogging about it]
Way to go system, you really missed out.
Retaliation
In Lieu Of finding out yet another person has deleted me from their MySpace page I have decided to take the higher road, the more mature route of..
Deleting their phone number out of my phone.
I could've taken the time to pause and reflect on myself and my behavior because obviously there must be something wrong with me that you couldn't bear the thought of me happening across your page during the one time in 4 months I actually logged in to MySpace. But I didn't take that time to pause because I don't think there's anything wrong with me. There's something wrong with you.
If you can't be my friend online, then you can't be my friend in real life.
I might need to rename my blog No More MySpace at Work Because I Got Deleted.
Or No More MySpace At Work Because No One Will Be My Friend.
Suggestions for new Blog Names will be welcomed.
However, I have been thinking of changing the blog up. As in creating a new one with a new name. Has anyone else done this? How was the switch?
Deleting their phone number out of my phone.
I could've taken the time to pause and reflect on myself and my behavior because obviously there must be something wrong with me that you couldn't bear the thought of me happening across your page during the one time in 4 months I actually logged in to MySpace. But I didn't take that time to pause because I don't think there's anything wrong with me. There's something wrong with you.
If you can't be my friend online, then you can't be my friend in real life.
I might need to rename my blog No More MySpace at Work Because I Got Deleted.
Or No More MySpace At Work Because No One Will Be My Friend.
Suggestions for new Blog Names will be welcomed.
However, I have been thinking of changing the blog up. As in creating a new one with a new name. Has anyone else done this? How was the switch?
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
The Strap Perfect
Hey Ladies!
Everyone has been seeing the info-commercial for Strap Perfect right? It's the little plastic thing that hooks your bra straps together to "hide" the straps and increase your bust size by a full cup!
When I first saw this my hands were on my phone getting ready to dial the handy 800 number to get my Strap Perfect a.s.ap, but I couldn't justify the price for some molded plastic thingies and then pay $8 shipping to get the plastic thingies to me. $8! Those things are tiny and light! I call that Highway Robbery and I wasn't going to pay it. But that didn't stop me from fantasizing every time that commercial came on during Maury and the Daily 10.
Sunday night Eric and I decided to go to WalMart after dinner with his Dad and Stepmom (Applebee's gets a bad review for their Fish & Chips, it tasted like sand). And of course, like any other time I go to WalMart there are 2 lanes open out of the 75 have available.
Eric and I are standing in line 4 people out and Eric starts to get restless - like the 2 year old stuck in the cart in front of me. He wanders to the magazine section and comes back to see I've moved 2 inches. He then wanders to one of the closed lanes and comes and says
"They have your Strap Perfect over there."
Me: What?! How Much??
Him: 10 bucks
Me: I should get it.
-I made Eric go get the box for closer inspection.
I did get it, after almost not getting it. [I'm trying to cut down on unnecessary spending.]
As it turns out the Strap Perfect is very necessary.
*Possible TMI alert*
I've been wearing my Sports Bra to work since all of the straps to all of my bras fall down. Like even when I'm sitting in my desk chair, one strap ends up falling off my shoulder. And this drives me up a wall - like I want to set my bra on fire and then pee on it to put it out, that's how mad that makes me.
But that is no more with the Strap Perfect! I am now back to being friends with my bra(s).
Now for the nitty-gritty:
1. There is a trial period of getting used to having a plastic thing in the middle of your back. It took me about an hour to forget about it. You also have to get used to the straps being across your collar bone instead of your shoulder. This wasn't a big deal for me.
2. With certain bras, the plastic thing will work it's way up your back. If the strap adjustment clasps are below where you put the Strap Perfect there's nothing to stop it from moving during the day. Again, this took a little bit of getting used to but I just pushed it back down when I noticed it.
3. One thing that's false about the commercial is the smile the models have when putting this thing on. Because I suspect I'm mildly retarded it takes about 2 minutes of elbows-above-my-head to get this thing hooked on my bra straps. I must not be coordinated enough and those models must've had years of practice but once I get that sucker on I'm a happy camper.
4. Eric was the judge of the bust-size increase claim. He said he saw a difference. I didn't see a significant difference (and increase would've taken me up to a C! And I definitely would've notice that!) However, when you make your bra straps a triangle of course there is going to be a little lift.
5. The Good Posture claim is bullshit. I still sit hunched like Mr. Moto. But I didn't purchase these to fix my posture, I purchased them to fix my bras.
But to pay $10 for 6 Strap Perfects and some clothing adhesive was well worth it.
I fully recommend girls to go out and buy this product if they have the same problemos as I did. Also by buying this, I won't have to purchase new bras for a while since the problem I was having with all of mine were just the straps.
I give the Strap Perfect 5 stars out of 5 stars.
Everyone has been seeing the info-commercial for Strap Perfect right? It's the little plastic thing that hooks your bra straps together to "hide" the straps and increase your bust size by a full cup!
When I first saw this my hands were on my phone getting ready to dial the handy 800 number to get my Strap Perfect a.s.ap, but I couldn't justify the price for some molded plastic thingies and then pay $8 shipping to get the plastic thingies to me. $8! Those things are tiny and light! I call that Highway Robbery and I wasn't going to pay it. But that didn't stop me from fantasizing every time that commercial came on during Maury and the Daily 10.
Sunday night Eric and I decided to go to WalMart after dinner with his Dad and Stepmom (Applebee's gets a bad review for their Fish & Chips, it tasted like sand). And of course, like any other time I go to WalMart there are 2 lanes open out of the 75 have available.
Eric and I are standing in line 4 people out and Eric starts to get restless - like the 2 year old stuck in the cart in front of me. He wanders to the magazine section and comes back to see I've moved 2 inches. He then wanders to one of the closed lanes and comes and says
"They have your Strap Perfect over there."
Me: What?! How Much??
Him: 10 bucks
Me: I should get it.
-I made Eric go get the box for closer inspection.
I did get it, after almost not getting it. [I'm trying to cut down on unnecessary spending.]
As it turns out the Strap Perfect is very necessary.
*Possible TMI alert*
I've been wearing my Sports Bra to work since all of the straps to all of my bras fall down. Like even when I'm sitting in my desk chair, one strap ends up falling off my shoulder. And this drives me up a wall - like I want to set my bra on fire and then pee on it to put it out, that's how mad that makes me.
But that is no more with the Strap Perfect! I am now back to being friends with my bra(s).
Now for the nitty-gritty:
1. There is a trial period of getting used to having a plastic thing in the middle of your back. It took me about an hour to forget about it. You also have to get used to the straps being across your collar bone instead of your shoulder. This wasn't a big deal for me.
2. With certain bras, the plastic thing will work it's way up your back. If the strap adjustment clasps are below where you put the Strap Perfect there's nothing to stop it from moving during the day. Again, this took a little bit of getting used to but I just pushed it back down when I noticed it.
3. One thing that's false about the commercial is the smile the models have when putting this thing on. Because I suspect I'm mildly retarded it takes about 2 minutes of elbows-above-my-head to get this thing hooked on my bra straps. I must not be coordinated enough and those models must've had years of practice but once I get that sucker on I'm a happy camper.
4. Eric was the judge of the bust-size increase claim. He said he saw a difference. I didn't see a significant difference (and increase would've taken me up to a C! And I definitely would've notice that!) However, when you make your bra straps a triangle of course there is going to be a little lift.
5. The Good Posture claim is bullshit. I still sit hunched like Mr. Moto. But I didn't purchase these to fix my posture, I purchased them to fix my bras.
But to pay $10 for 6 Strap Perfects and some clothing adhesive was well worth it.
I fully recommend girls to go out and buy this product if they have the same problemos as I did. Also by buying this, I won't have to purchase new bras for a while since the problem I was having with all of mine were just the straps.
I give the Strap Perfect 5 stars out of 5 stars.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
so much for it being a holy day.
Today I was ridiculed by a retard. He might've been an 8 year old retard, but he was mentally challenged nonetheless.
I work in the world of AV. Audio Visual. And when there are cables on the floor, they need taped down - professionally of course.
So there were a bunch of XLR Cables (microphone cables for you non-av peeps) on the floor, sort of in the walkway of the podium. Naturally I have to tape them down.
I start taping and this [retard] child that was speaking to me earlier started yelling "P-U!!"
The first thing that comes to mind is that he pooped his pants. Gross.
I break the duct tape and start a new line and begin taping again. I heard "P-U!!" again.
WTF?
So I look up and I say "What's the matter?"
Him: "You smell!"
Me: "What??"
Him: "You fawted!!"
Me: "No I did NOT - it's the tape!!"
Retard: "Nuh uh you fawted! P-U You Stink!"
Meanwhile - his family is bustling around the room, I take a quick glance to see if anyone is going to come to my rescue, maybe scolding the child for being rude or possibly smacking him upside the head.
Nope.
But I did notice these two young 14-15 year olds giggling.
I turn back to Corky and do a tape demonstration.
Me: "See, is this what you heard?" and I break a piece of tape off.
He just stares at me.
Whatever. I finish taping and get up and he says.
Retard: "Awe you done finawee?"
Me: "Yep"
Retard: "Good - thank goodness."
-Dad interjects-
"She's doing a great job!"
Me walking away
Retard: "She walked wight by me and the wind smewwls too"
COME ON!!
I work in the world of AV. Audio Visual. And when there are cables on the floor, they need taped down - professionally of course.
So there were a bunch of XLR Cables (microphone cables for you non-av peeps) on the floor, sort of in the walkway of the podium. Naturally I have to tape them down.
I start taping and this [retard] child that was speaking to me earlier started yelling "P-U!!"
The first thing that comes to mind is that he pooped his pants. Gross.
I break the duct tape and start a new line and begin taping again. I heard "P-U!!" again.
WTF?
So I look up and I say "What's the matter?"
Him: "You smell!"
Me: "What??"
Him: "You fawted!!"
Me: "No I did NOT - it's the tape!!"
Retard: "Nuh uh you fawted! P-U You Stink!"
Meanwhile - his family is bustling around the room, I take a quick glance to see if anyone is going to come to my rescue, maybe scolding the child for being rude or possibly smacking him upside the head.
Nope.
But I did notice these two young 14-15 year olds giggling.
I turn back to Corky and do a tape demonstration.
Me: "See, is this what you heard?" and I break a piece of tape off.
He just stares at me.
Whatever. I finish taping and get up and he says.
Retard: "Awe you done finawee?"
Me: "Yep"
Retard: "Good - thank goodness."
-Dad interjects-
"She's doing a great job!"
Me walking away
Retard: "She walked wight by me and the wind smewwls too"
COME ON!!
Friday, March 13, 2009
I'm Naked
No, not really naked. But without my shades.
I think it's amazing that I never know how short I really am until I see pictures like this. Where you can actually compare my stature with something - like this washing machine. In my mind, I'm regular height, not fun-size.
This is a very old picture by the way - I used to bleach my bangs, but not before the photo was taken due to the heinous roots. However, I still dress like that so I won't reveal the exact date that photo was taken as proof that I have yet to grow up.
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