9/21/09
On my new phone, there is an application called ‘Notes’. I often use it to quickly type something that I want to remember later. Usually, I type things like the name of a song I heard on the radio that I want to look up on iTunes later. This has been the case quite a bit recently, and the other day I remembered that I had two Notes in my phone and I hadn’t yet looked up those songs. I unlocked my screen, clicked the conveniently located ‘Notes’ button, and up popped THREE Notes. The first two were songs I had wanted to look up, but the third was something strange…
The time stamp had that day’s date ‘9/17/09’ and then even weirder: ‘12:35 AM’. “Why, I was asleep last night at 12:35,” I thought, “What could I possibly have written in my sleep?” I opened it and this is what it said:
“The giant moth that I was too scared/lazy to catch before trying to sleep is such a little busy-body. I hear it flitting about my entire room. I swear if I were to turn on my light, it would be reading my journal or something else obnoxious. Also, I don’t know what my pillow case is made of, but it sucks.”
Reading my journal? Really?
True Story.
P.S. The aforementioned giant moth is now dead in my windowsill. Life goes on…
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Cakesters
9/1/09
“I want to eat Oreo Cakesters when I’m on my death bed,” I thought to myself, as I lay in bed eating Oreo Cakesters….
“I want to eat Oreo Cakesters when I’m on my death bed,” I thought to myself, as I lay in bed eating Oreo Cakesters….
Happy Birthday to Me
8/21/09
20 Meaningful and Meaningless Things I LOVE about Life:
1. The Gospel, of course
2. My Family
3. My Best Friend
4. My Curly Hair! Even though I complain about it a lot…
5. My tan
6. My car
7. My lappy toppy, Baby ThinkPad
8. Animals
9. Blue Gatorade: does the body good
10. VS Bikinis
11. My Job
12. My somewhat gangly body
13. PCA
14. My future children
15. My future in general
16. Lasagna
17. Air conditioners
18. The beach
19. Christmas
20. Babies
20 Meaningful and Meaningless Things I LOVE about Life:
1. The Gospel, of course
2. My Family
3. My Best Friend
4. My Curly Hair! Even though I complain about it a lot…
5. My tan
6. My car
7. My lappy toppy, Baby ThinkPad
8. Animals
9. Blue Gatorade: does the body good
10. VS Bikinis
11. My Job
12. My somewhat gangly body
13. PCA
14. My future children
15. My future in general
16. Lasagna
17. Air conditioners
18. The beach
19. Christmas
20. Babies
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Last Week
7/25/09
Today I saw a woman who was apparently homeless, as she was holding a cardboard “Trust me, I’m homeless” type of sign and accepting cash from someone out of their car window. As I reached into my purse to find my wallet, my eyes surveyed the dirt pile she was headed back to with her wad of money...and there I saw her Chanel purse. She had it sitting in plain sight right next to the spot where she was bummin’ for cash. Are. You. Kidding. Me. ?. She made no effort to hide it. She just had it sitting next to her. Umm…I’ve had a job for nearly 8 years now, and I can’t afford a Chanel bag. I must be in the wrong business. But more appalling than that was the fact that people were obviously falling for her trickery. I witnessed a woman handing her cash. YIKES.
Also, Tova owns a mug that says “Dear God, Friends are Forever”
Here’s a good mug: “Dear Tova, you have an affinity for weird junk”
“Look for the ridiculous in everything and you will find it.” –Jules Renard
The End.
Today I saw a woman who was apparently homeless, as she was holding a cardboard “Trust me, I’m homeless” type of sign and accepting cash from someone out of their car window. As I reached into my purse to find my wallet, my eyes surveyed the dirt pile she was headed back to with her wad of money...and there I saw her Chanel purse. She had it sitting in plain sight right next to the spot where she was bummin’ for cash. Are. You. Kidding. Me. ?. She made no effort to hide it. She just had it sitting next to her. Umm…I’ve had a job for nearly 8 years now, and I can’t afford a Chanel bag. I must be in the wrong business. But more appalling than that was the fact that people were obviously falling for her trickery. I witnessed a woman handing her cash. YIKES.
Also, Tova owns a mug that says “Dear God, Friends are Forever”
Here’s a good mug: “Dear Tova, you have an affinity for weird junk”
“Look for the ridiculous in everything and you will find it.” –Jules Renard
The End.
Forgiveness and Such
I would like to recount a story.
I grew up with a boy named Bill. He was in several of my classes in school throughout the years and so we knew each other fairly well. He was different, to say the least. He was constantly changing his name, his hair, his clothing style, his music preferences, etc, etc. We also all speculated that he was gay. But that doesn’t pertain to this story. Anyways, he seemed to be troubled, and I can recall that he was usually the subject of ridicule. Now, I’m a pretty nice gal. And I have no recollection of ever being mean to him. In fact, I remember standing up for him on several occasions. I was always one for fighting injustices, I like to think. But during our 6th grade, a year in which Bill happened to be in my class, it was discovered that he had made a lengthy hit list entitled “People I would like to make disappear”, and my name was on the list! I couldn’t believe it! Bill was suspended from school and after that I think everyone shied away from him a little more than usual. Well, the next two years went by without incident and then we were all off to high school. I do not remember whether or not Bill went to my high school, that’s how little thought I gave to him. By then we were all over the strange things he’d done and we were moving on to bigger things. I never saw Bill or heard anything about him until… About a month ago, Evan and I went to Macy’s to get some new work clothes before his month long business trip. We were spending a considerable amount of time there because he needed a ton of stuff and we had our own private room with a fashion consultant (named Lugman…) if we needed him, and so we were taking advantage of being able to bring hoards of clothes and shoes into the room, and put together outfits and such. Well, as I scampered about the store finding different sizes of things for Evan, I noticed an employee who looked really familiar. I kept thinking to myself that the guy looked a lot like Bill, but I really couldn’t be sure. The guy kept looking at me too, but I couldn’t tell if he was just weird, or if he thought he recognized me too. So anyways, after we had picked out all of the clothes Evan needed, we went over to the belt department to see if there was anything good. Standing there was that same guy, and his nametag read ‘Robert’. And I knew right then that it was Bill! His real name was Robert, he just chose to go by Bill… who knows why. So he looked at me and said, “So you were just going to leave without saying Hi?” and I’m like, “Hey Bill…how’ve you been?” So we carried on with the small talk for an awkward minute and then I went on my way and helped Evan pick out a belt. And that was that. Now, my first reaction to him saying that to me was, “Wow Bill, sorry for not knowing you didn’t want me dead anymore and it was acceptable to speak to you……” But, upon reflection, I’ve come to a different conclusion (or three).
Morals of the story:
(1) Don’t assume that just because someone used to wish you were dead, they don’t want you to say hi to them.
(2) Be extra nice to people who may possibly consider putting your name on their hit list.
(3) And most important, just apologize. Even if you don’t think you did anything offensive. Just say you're sorry. For all I know, Bill may have been tormented not only at school, but at home as well. I could have been a ray of sunshine in his life, but instead, he wished I would disappear. That is sad. I should have said I was sorry.
I grew up with a boy named Bill. He was in several of my classes in school throughout the years and so we knew each other fairly well. He was different, to say the least. He was constantly changing his name, his hair, his clothing style, his music preferences, etc, etc. We also all speculated that he was gay. But that doesn’t pertain to this story. Anyways, he seemed to be troubled, and I can recall that he was usually the subject of ridicule. Now, I’m a pretty nice gal. And I have no recollection of ever being mean to him. In fact, I remember standing up for him on several occasions. I was always one for fighting injustices, I like to think. But during our 6th grade, a year in which Bill happened to be in my class, it was discovered that he had made a lengthy hit list entitled “People I would like to make disappear”, and my name was on the list! I couldn’t believe it! Bill was suspended from school and after that I think everyone shied away from him a little more than usual. Well, the next two years went by without incident and then we were all off to high school. I do not remember whether or not Bill went to my high school, that’s how little thought I gave to him. By then we were all over the strange things he’d done and we were moving on to bigger things. I never saw Bill or heard anything about him until… About a month ago, Evan and I went to Macy’s to get some new work clothes before his month long business trip. We were spending a considerable amount of time there because he needed a ton of stuff and we had our own private room with a fashion consultant (named Lugman…) if we needed him, and so we were taking advantage of being able to bring hoards of clothes and shoes into the room, and put together outfits and such. Well, as I scampered about the store finding different sizes of things for Evan, I noticed an employee who looked really familiar. I kept thinking to myself that the guy looked a lot like Bill, but I really couldn’t be sure. The guy kept looking at me too, but I couldn’t tell if he was just weird, or if he thought he recognized me too. So anyways, after we had picked out all of the clothes Evan needed, we went over to the belt department to see if there was anything good. Standing there was that same guy, and his nametag read ‘Robert’. And I knew right then that it was Bill! His real name was Robert, he just chose to go by Bill… who knows why. So he looked at me and said, “So you were just going to leave without saying Hi?” and I’m like, “Hey Bill…how’ve you been?” So we carried on with the small talk for an awkward minute and then I went on my way and helped Evan pick out a belt. And that was that. Now, my first reaction to him saying that to me was, “Wow Bill, sorry for not knowing you didn’t want me dead anymore and it was acceptable to speak to you……” But, upon reflection, I’ve come to a different conclusion (or three).
Morals of the story:
(1) Don’t assume that just because someone used to wish you were dead, they don’t want you to say hi to them.
(2) Be extra nice to people who may possibly consider putting your name on their hit list.
(3) And most important, just apologize. Even if you don’t think you did anything offensive. Just say you're sorry. For all I know, Bill may have been tormented not only at school, but at home as well. I could have been a ray of sunshine in his life, but instead, he wished I would disappear. That is sad. I should have said I was sorry.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Two Things
1) I’m desperate for Holly to give birth. I just want to meet this baby soo bad. I know he’s going to be precious and delightful and adorable, and I just want to know what his little face looks like and what his cheeks feel like when I slurp them like pudding. I can’t imagine what it must be like for Holly, lugging him around with her for the past nine months, but still not fully knowing who he is.
2) Baby, Baby, Baby. “The baby couldn’t be cuter,” I remarked yesterday. But yesterday I was a fool, for today she is somehow even cuter.
2) Baby, Baby, Baby. “The baby couldn’t be cuter,” I remarked yesterday. But yesterday I was a fool, for today she is somehow even cuter.
Stephenie...
07/21/09
Thanks to the summer death heat, no one is around the outdoor shopping center in which TB&WC lies. Which means no clients. Which means I’ve been doing a lot of reading. I just finished The Host by Stephenie Meyer and I absolutely loved it! It was sooo much more romantic than I expected. It definitely wasn’t very Twilight-esque, but she is so good at making you fall in love with characters (mainly man characters) and pulling you in so that you never want to put the book down and you feel like you lost some friends when you finish reading it, that it reminded me of Twilight in that sense.
Thanks to the summer death heat, no one is around the outdoor shopping center in which TB&WC lies. Which means no clients. Which means I’ve been doing a lot of reading. I just finished The Host by Stephenie Meyer and I absolutely loved it! It was sooo much more romantic than I expected. It definitely wasn’t very Twilight-esque, but she is so good at making you fall in love with characters (mainly man characters) and pulling you in so that you never want to put the book down and you feel like you lost some friends when you finish reading it, that it reminded me of Twilight in that sense.
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