June really did bust out all over! It was all about birthdays and boobs.
Today was Kristin's 7th Annual Birthday Bowling Bonanza. (Happy birthday Sweetie!) Jenn wouldn't let us list her name as MILF on the scoreboard so we used HOTT JENN instead. I said I needed a cool name so mine was COOL NAME BRIAN.
Gotta love friends.
This should be subtitled, "Why Brian Shouldn't Not Have a Cell Phone Near After Having Beers."
I apologize for the volume.
Part One
You might think I'd just stop, but oh no... there's more.
Part Two
I've been listening to the podcast, How Much Do We Love a lot this week. Clearly, it's in my subconscious.
When did I start laughing like Mumbly?
Part Three
I apologize to all women for this one.
Clearly alcohol was a factor.
Anyway...
Seriously. Only a lesbian would have this wind chime.
Korina and Cara are out of town on vacation so I'm periodically stopping by to check on their cat Roscoe.
He misses them terribly. The first day I showed up he was huddled in the corner in the fetal position mumbling Mary Had a Little Lamb.
After coaxing him out of his fugue state, we chilled by the TV and watched Bravo. I tried to take some pictures of Roscoe, but he WON'T. Sit. Still.
This is the best I could do.
Today was Liz's birthday party.
I bought this card in the "young girls" section and wrote on the inside, "Tell me these aren't boobs." But before she read it, she had the card held up to her own.
That's my girl.
Liz told me to label my cup.
It was good seeing friends I haven't seen for a while and catching up.
I asked Mark if he was in his pajamas because you could fit three Marks in his shorts. Then I saw they had Fat Albert on them.
Be sure to send Mark some love in the comments. He'd appreciate it.
Elliott's going preppy this season.
I received a call from the membership director after my not-so-fun experience trying to join the YMCA. She was very nice and apologetic so I agreed to meet with her and ended up joining after all.
I had written a letter of complaint, my first ever, however she told me she heard about what happened via email first. I was a surprised to hear this. Later in the week, I received a message from my mystery emailer who read about it on my blog. I want to thank said reader for alerting the higher ups to my experience there. It is very much appreciated.
Suddenly, I feel drunk with power. Am I now a blogging force to be reckoned with? Am I like those influential, all-powerful Mommy Bloggers®? Should I start posting links to products I endorse and my massive traffic of faithful readers will crash those sites by overloading their allotted bandwidth?
Um, yeah. Not likely. When I look at my blog stats, the text, "Bitch, please," comes up flashing in red.
And I am perfectly okay with that.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have lots of cheesy, cardio-inducing pop songs to add to my iPod for my first workout.
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07:06
Sending Curtis a little sumptin sumptin on his birthday.
08:16
Elliott hacked up a hairball this morning so I covered my bed in plastic in case there was a repeat performance.
08:37
I have to drive on the freeway to get to my new job. Fortunately, traffic is going the other direction.
13:03
We had pizza at work. Nom nom nom nom.
13:38
John wanted to make a Starbucks run. I don't know what's reflecting on his face. Must be the sheer brilliance of my job skills.
17:47
I'm not sure what I order but I remember the barista said it had SIX PUMPS of raspberry syrup. "Six pumps" sounds naughty.
19:27
No mail for me.
19:27
He had a hard day of napping.
19:59
I had burgers and beers with John, since seeing each other for eight hours a day isn't enough.
20:28
Some of the best fries ever. And they were piping hot!
20:30
I can has cheezburger?
20:57
Nineteen minutes later, they were all gone.
It's only 9:30 PM and I'm already ready for bed. Ugh. Getting up and going to work is like, hard. And I have to say, this being employed thing... it's kind of for the birds.
So kidding. My first day was very nice. Orientation here. Tour there. My mean old boss treated me to lunch.
After work, Thomas and I had dinner at that chain pasta place where the servers write their name in crayon on your table upside down. We decided to write ours upside down too.
Like we are going to write our real names at Macaroni Grill. Pshaw!
Note To Self: Going to see a creepy home invasion movie at 10 o'clock at night... Probably not the best idea if you want to get to sleep anytime soon.
Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing that creepy fucker in the sack mask. *shudders*
While the movie was pretty good with the chills and scrares, it felt a little meh at times.
Now if they REALLY wanted to make the movie better, they would have had all three strangers be Jerri Blank!
Now THAT would have been a great movie!
So that whole volunteering thing? It kind of got back-burnered due to unemployment and job hunting. Plus this week has been just been one big long mental vacation.
So, since I haven't given my time to anyone, how about I throw some money at worthy cause?
Today's donation is for This American Life and their campaign to help pay for the bandwidth they use for their free podcast. Public radio is awesome and I'd hate to thing of a world without it. This American Life is by far my favorite podcast. It's smart and wickedly funny. Recently, they did an entire program devoted to the housing crisis that was very educational and well done. And if you needed any more encouragement to vote this November, listen to this.
Holy cow, going through the archives, I realize I could just keep linking to every show. Every one of these shows had at least one story I ended up loving. One of my all-time favorites is from episode 339. It's Act One. Dr. Phil.
Hrm. I know giving should be a selfless act, but I feel I get so much out of this program dependent on public support.
I encourage you all to get involved in the Benevolent Blogger Project. If you do, let Mike know so he can add your link to the project.
I was having a frisky dream about Anthony Rapp this morning, however the cat woke me up before the Good Stuff® got started. Fucking cat.
So you'd think with all this time off, I'd be a blogging machine, but honestly, there's not much to report. I've been staying up too late, sleeping in, lots of napping and watching endless episodes of Gilmore Girls. So basically, it's my usual weekend routine extended to seven days a week.
Having time off would be much more fun if it weren't missing one small, essential component: income.
I had lunch today with Korina, my fellow laid off coworker. We had El Salvadorian food. It was pretty good and she was kind enough to let me sample her plate.
After lunch I passed the torch to her and gave her the Sign O' the Times.
My Anthony Rapp dream interrupted my regularly scheduled dream about my former place of employment. I've been having a lot of dreams where I am at work and everyone there is perfectly okay that I'm there, but I know I'm not suppose to be there. My desk is empty. My stuff is at home in a box. And yet, everyone there acts like it's normal I should be there.
It's understandable why. We spend so much of our lives at work, that when that's suddenly taken away, it's jarring. There's no closure, even when new employment is found. I had this same kind of dream the first time I was laid off too. Off and on for probably a year.
I've learned something about myself through this lay-off. Compared with the time during my first lay-off, my life has become too centered around work and not enough time centered on non-work things. I fell into this dreadful Time to Make the Donuts pattern of going to work, coming home and then starting over the next day. That's not the guy I used to be and it's not the guy I want to be.
So if anything, new job aside, the BEST thing I've gotten out of this experience is a huge wake up call that I need to round out my life more. Stella needs her groove back. With or without Anthony Rapp.
This month's banner is in celebration of my new job. You may need to bypass your cache to see the ch-ch-ch-changes.
Today my friends Deek and Matt left Arizona. Matt is going back to his hometown, Chicago and Deek is moving to a far away mythical land known as Columbus, Ohio. I am going to miss them both very much.
Lots of things are changing lately and I must admit, it's a tad disconcerting at times. Unemployment. Loved ones leaving. Sucky new addition to the Indiana Jones franchise. All things I could do without, but I'm determined to find the good in these changes and embrace them.
Like, I have a new job I'm excited about. I have two new places to visit when I want to retreat the horrid summer. And, well, at least I didn't go see Speed Racer.
