Sunday, July 31, 2005
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Good Friends, Good Times
I've had to say goodbye to a lot of good friends in the past few months, and it's hard. I was dreading Nakia's move to Kentucky, but now since the University of Kentucky fucked her over, she'll be staying in Bawl'mer (yea!!). It's hard to see people who are like family move on...but we all have to do it, and I know that my time is coming soon (in 8 months, to be exact.) Fortunately, I know that these people have enterted my life for a reason, and will stay in my life forever. And that concludes the sappy part of this entry.
Enjoy some quality pictures from last night's going away party for James and Andrea.
Friday, July 29, 2005
I Hate Money
That being said, I've been working overtime for the past month. It's a good thing, too, because not having a monthly church job check over the summer really tightens the belt straps. Anyway, I've been working overtime, and have YET to be compensated. This sucks because A) I had to shell out $250.00 to fix my car last week, B) I have to shell out $150.00 for a recital accompanist+gas+tolls to get to the recital, C) I can't get my hair colored now (OK..not the end of the world, but this makes the 3rd time I've had to cancel the appointment b/c of finances), and D) I can't do anything social that costs money. I guess it could be worse. I know it could be worse. But I'm tired of being poor. I'm tired of sitting at home instead of going out with my friends because I don't have any money. And with the cost of gas currently raping all of us, I'm tired of not being able to hop in the car to visit friends because I can't afford to waste gas. I'm tired of deciding what I'd rather have- a new recital dress or a voice lesson. Obviously, the lesson wins. I'm also jealous of the ladies at work who buy their lunches several times a week. I'm getting sick of eating lean cuisines and spinach salads. I actually said to Ashley last night, "I know this sounds really morbid, but I wish someone at my church would die so I could sing the funeral. That's the easiest $100.00 I've ever made." Nakia always tells me I'm a stronger person for having to deal with bullshit...when exactly will this strength kick in?
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Smarties
FINALLY
Monday, July 25, 2005
From the Bear's Mouth
my friend tom said it best yesterday...all we needed was a grill...it was like we were tailgating in the parking lot at the hospital...we were tossing the football around, drinkin, smokin, just no grill...hahahahaha
Drive-By
Blogworthy
So, after Danno told me this story last night, I informed him that he would indeed be today's blog star, 'cause that's a blogworthy story if there ever was one. He's a good kid....GOOD KID!
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Brunchie
( Wow...scary Hilary.)
One of the nice things about living an hour away from my parents is the random Sunday brunch. Brunch is my favorite meal; well, actually breakfast is my favorite meal, but brunch is my favorite meal to have out. I love a good bloody mary, made with Absolute Peppar and rimmed with Old Bay. Although I didn't have a bloody mary today, I did have an excellent blueberry pancake and some hash browns. Yea for brunch!
Friday, July 22, 2005
Thursday, July 21, 2005
For Jay
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Down the Ocean
Freakin' Heck
At any rate, I have TMJ. Therefore, I have to wear a night guard when I sleep so I don't ruin my teeth/have migraines/go insane. $300.00 (not covered by insurance) later, the grinding and migraines have ceased, but now I am having a problem with my tongue. It seems that I am thrusting my tongue against the the back of my top row of teeth, rubbing against the night guard. In addition to the sores that have formed on the tip of my tongue, I also chew the sides of my tongue. That, I believe, is related to stress. So how do I remain stress-free enough not to wake up with a mouth full of blood? Good question. My sister suggested that I have a peptalk with myself. Right before I'm ready to go to sleep, I will tell myself not to chew or thrust my tongue. Because it hurts. And makes eating difficult. On the other hand, maybe this is the newest weightloss plan! Develop sores in your mouth so you can't eat anything salty, spicey, or hot! What a great idea.
Man of the House
The husband had just finished the book "Man of the House". He
stormed into the house and walked directly up to his wife.
Pointing a finger in her face, he said, "From now on, I want you to know that I am the man of this house, and my word is law! I want you to prepare me a gourmet meal tonight, and when I'm finished eating my meal, I expect a tasty dessert afterward. Then, after dinner and dessert, you're going to draw me a bath so I can relax. And when I'm finished with my bath, guess who's going to dress me and comb my hair?"
His wife replied, "The fucking funeral director."
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Science Can be Cool
When I think about all the incredibly smart and talented people I know, it blows my mind. From Hanover, to WVU, to Peabody, to my desk job here at Hopkins. I'm glad I choose to surround myself with intelligent people. I'm reminded just how awesome my friends/acquaintances are when I go to a 7 Eleven in downtown Baltimore.
Alliteration Station
A bear walks into a bar in Billings, Montana and sits down. He bangs on
the bar with his paw and demands a beer.
The bartender approaches and says, "We don't serve beer to bears in bars
in Billings."
The bear, becoming angry, demands again that he be served a beer.
The bartender tells him again, more forcefully, "We don't serve beer to
belligerent bears in bars in Billings."
The bear, very angry now, says, "If you don't serve me a beer, I'm going
to eat that lady sitting at the end of the bar."
The bartender says, "Sorry, we don't serve beer to belligerent, bully
bears in bars in Billings."
The bear goes to the end of the bar, and, as promised, eats the woman.
He comes back to his seat and again demands a beer.
The bartender states, "Sorry, we don't serve beer to belligerent, bully
bears in bars in Billings who are on drugs."
The bear says, "I'm NOT on drugs."
(You're gonna love this...)
The bartender says, "You are now. That was a barbitchyouate."
Charm City
Office Vulgarity
Guts - is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask: "Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?"
Balls - is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say, "You're next."
Monday, July 18, 2005
Quality
want implants?? I'll buy them
must be thin and want DDs I'm sane but frustrated
Fresh Out of Nice
I have one co-worker, in particular, who is SUPER nice and really means well...but I want to punch her. She always seems to ask me about a certain task I'm doing at the most inopertune time. Like in the bathroom. Or she'll ask me if whatever I was doing pertains to what she needs to know, right then and there, but follows up her demand with a compliment. Today she actually said, "You are so attractive and you always look so nice. But I'm not gay- I'm just saying you look pretty." Uhhh....Good thing you pointed out you're not gay, because judging by that 2 carat ring on your finger, I thought maybe you switch hit. GAH!
Maybe I just need more coffee....I think I woke up at the wrong time in my REM cycle. Either coffee or gin.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Swimming
So anyone who would like to contribute to the Ryon Sisters' Stay Cool Fund, please do so. Otherwise, expect to see us in our underwear at any given time.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Boys are Stinky
From the outside, Ray's house looks like any other suburban house on the street. The lawn needed a good mowing, but nothing too bad. But upon entering the breezeway, it got ugly fast. The entire house smells like ciggarette smoke (gag), and dust collects on every surface. There are pepsi cans upon beer cans upon empty pizza boxes lining the coffee and end tables, and enough dog hair on the carpet and floors to knit a rug. The boys' bedrooms display beds without sheets, mounds of dirty laundry, and the bathroom was a nightmare. The basement, where I am guessing they spend most of their time, was set up with two computer moniters, on opposite sides of the room, playing 24-hour Simpsons. That was actually pretty cool. I can't really say I'm surprised- men tend to live like pigs. But it has been a loonngg time since I have seen that much filth. Since most of the mens' apartments I frequent these days are occupied by homosexuals, it's a non-issue. Even the few boys I've dated in the past few years have been neat, clean, organized men. Apparently they are unicorns.
Full ashtrays and empty PBR cans may have been alright in college, but now it's a definite no. Keep that in mind, all you bachelor readers! (And I know there are a ton). This bachelorette won't be setting foot in a shithole.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Boo Hoo
For Andrea
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
I Had Crabs
Today was my lab's annual crab feast. Yes, my boss bought crabs for his entire lab and administrative staff. I work in the most generous office ever and I will never find another job like this- ever.
At any rate, not only did we have crabs, but each person was also supposed to being a dessert. So there were 20-some desserts, crab cakes, fried chicken, salads, and soup. Tons-o-food. And anyone who knows me, knows I like to eat. Needless to say, I had been looking forward to this day for a month. After we pigged out (me mostly on the sweet stuff), we had to go back to work. It was very difficult concentrating after allllllllllllllll that sugar. Alas- here are some pictures (sorry for the random placement of them!).
5 Carats
Robert Loves Donuts
I went to a Krispy Kreme that was having a “Grand Opening,” and they do this thing where they light a little red light outside the store to let all the fat-asses know there’s freshly minted doughnuts to be had, ohhh. All these little shiny newborn doughnuts bobbling around in a river of hotter-than-hell oil, all floating downstream into the gaping maw of America. Shit-goddamn, that’s some good doughnut they make there at the Double-K, but on the contrary and however in my own opinion, I respectfully maintain the coffee sucks it there at the K-to-the-K. Seriously, I dunno what they do to it, but it’s like nuclear-surface-of-the-sun scalding hot, and just tastes like some, I dunno, some burnt bad-juice, and while I prostrate myself before their O.G. doughnut, I ain’t there for the coffee.
And I ain’t too proud to go get my glazey-glazed doughnut from the 2K and then walk into the Dunkin’ Donuts for some of their nice mellow coffee, and yeah, what the hey, gimme a couple of those Boston Kreme deals and one of those gigantical Apple Fritters while you’re at it, urp! Even though it is not a Donut per se, I Obey the Apple Fritter.
So anyway, yeah, donuts, they are Good, and We, the Human Race, have almost perfected them. Sure, everybody’s got their fave-rave thing with a hole in it, but we all agree on the mighty Donut as a Concept of what is Good. And yeah, it’s not Good for You, but it’s Good, and Life is Short, so lemme double up on that Boston Kreme order and pour me a big-ass cuppa coffee avec extra half-and-half and sugar, OK?
Funny
TUCSON, AZ—A party is reportedly underway at 2614 Arcadia Ave., where homeowner Glen Schlatter and no one else is enjoying a six-pack of Olympia Beer. "Yeah, I'm just out here partying," Schlatter told a friend over the phone. "You oughta come down here and join in, it's a real good time." Schlatter, well-known for throwing extremely intimate affairs on weekends, is reportedly considering a whiskey purchase, which would enable him to elevate his partying status to "hearty."
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Just Call Me Jane Fonda
At any rate, we went to this launch class in Canton, and I'm SOOO glad I didn't go alone. I used to hate working out, even though I spent the better part of my childhood in a leotard and tights. (I was a dancer, you sickos.) But a few years ago, after I decided to lose the extra 30 lbs. I had been gaining since high school, I made fitness a crucial part of my life. Now, if I go several days without hitting the gym or running, I feel lazy and guilty. That being said, I don't go to the gym to cruise or check out the mens. I go to get my sweat on and stay in shape. I'm also pretty sure that no guy is ever cruising me at the gym, so we're even.
At the Canton gym, it feels more like a meat market than a work out. TONS of good-looking people in every direction. I'm not really sure how some of those ladies are in such good shape, when all they appear to be doing is standing around looking hot. Oh well- guess it just comes easier for some!
The class was great, and the change of pace was nice, but I think I'll stick to my home gym- the DAC. I prefer to be a lady among gents who cruise gents, and if that one hot straight guy (or the unicorn, as Robert says) is working out, I'll suck it in and smile.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Outhouse
At any rate, he stumbled out the front door of Red Star (it was only 8:00 PM) with his Red Sox cap on backwards, and I got a great view of his face. He ambled over to a chain link fence, unzipped, and nearly fell several times while relieving himself. WOW. I took a picture with my phone, but it's difficult to make out what is actually happening. Luckily, the 4 friends that were with me saw it too.
Classy!
People Suck
Virtually everyone I know in this city has experience some form of car vandalization- most of those, break-ins. That feeling of being totally violated is awful. I really don't make much money- just enough to get by. My car is 10 years old, my apartment is cheap, and I live from paycheck-to-paycheck. How am I a victim? I don't have enough to be a victim. But I guess having an old car and an I-POD makes me a target. Sucks.
Friday, July 08, 2005
Cruising
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Deaf
Famous Friends
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
This one's for Danno
I said to Danno on the phone tonight, "do you realize we've known each other for 7 years? that is CRAZY!" It really doesn't seem like it has been that long. But it has been...7 years since I was a freshman in college. We also talked about how much we both loved spending time in Europe, and I am totally jealous that Danno is going to Paris and Amsterdam this fall. Maybe I can convince him to shove me in his suitcase. Hell, I'd ride in a suitcase (with airholes) to go to Paris for a week! That is if the suitcase is actually a seat on the plane, and if the airholes are glasses of wine. Bon Voyage!
Edumacation
But I didn't. Because I'm better than that. But if it had been another time of the month...
I'm not 80 Years Old
I just received my confirmation call from the Dish Network for my installation this Friday, and the guy on the other end of the phone called me "Ma'am" roughly 50 times. Seriously- every other word. Interesting that he can't read English well enough to know how to spell the word "cold", but "Ma'am" just rolls right off his toungue. Grrrrr
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Burb-B-Q V
Six years ago, two good friends of mine- Wren and Roger- decided that a good way to pass time over collegiate winter break was to Barbeque. Yes...barbeque in December. In the cold. At night. As a result, we had ourselves a Brrr-B-Que, complete with ribs, chicken quesadillas, Carolina pulled pork, and custom-made tee-shirts. It was a meat-o-licious time enjoyed by about 7 or 8 Hanoverians. Little did we know that we gave birth to what would become an annual tradition.
Every summer but one since, there has been a cookout party...appropriately named Burb-B-Que due to it's suburban location. It has been held anually in Silver Spring, MD at the home of one Roger Collins. What started out as a small gathering of friends one cold night, turned into a 3-grill kegger event, complete with beer pong, crocet, and frisbee. The menu has varied a bit from year to year, sometimes offering BBQ chicken in addition to the rest of the meat. There is always a spread of various salads and side dishes, in addition to the keg of Shiner Bock and a make-your-own margarita station. And the most anticipated event of the day is the unveiling of the tee-shirt. I have been a model for the past 2 years in the unveiling- an honor.
This year's Burb met all expectations, but was a little more "grown up"- friends of mine brought their children and spouses, and I only saw one guy do a keg stand. But it was still meat-tastic, with great beer and great friends. That's the stuff that summer's made of.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
The Strife is O'er...Allelujah!
I would like to take this time to thank Dan, for carrying heavy things, driving the U-Haul, and almost taking his shirt off. Dan and I moved my ENTIRE apartment (with the exception of a bookcase, dresser drawers, and a metal bathroom shelf moved by Robert and Michael the night before.) It took a long time and 2 trips, but we did it and I'm not even sore today! Miracle. Much beer and fun was had by all after the 6-hour work out of box and furniture carrying. So congratulations and thanks to Dan, today's blog star! Put that on your resume.
Now I only have 9 months before I have to do it all again...