Once More...With Feeling.

A bull riding thing

I'm sitting at workand I'm thinking lots of things, like, woah, 2 beers with lunch- was this ....a good idea? Now Current status: sleepy, full, a little buzzed and have to work for 3 more hours. Ugh.

 Now I'm staring at an e-mail I'd tacked to my wall about a client's picnic where among other items, they're gonna have "a bull riding thing (not a real mechanical bull)" and really,  I don't know what that's supposed to be, but seeing as I provide their insurance, I might want to look into what a "bull riding thing - not real mechanical bull" means.  (so, you have a real bull, a mchanical bull...what is option 3?? anyone??)

It should also be noted that that same e-mail contained "and I hope to geta real pony"...yeah, so do I, bro, so do I.

Anyone else get the random requests like this at work.  And anyone know what a bull riding thing is?

Want to get in my poster?

Dear Lakers fans:

Boy....this is awkward.

Dear God, THANK YOU!!!1!!

What has 2 thumbs, crappy ass teeth, and A HOT, NEW DENTIST?

THIS moi!

Seriously, very cute dentist alert! I didn't even know they MADE cute dentists. When did you invent this gem, God? OMG, this is so awesome. I can't even believe it.  I am never missing an appointment again.  Flossing? Oh, I will GET ON THAT, if you know what I'm sayin.  And I am SO glad that today, in  some kind of random, good-karmic fluke, I did my hair in a Party Hair look (loose waves with a curling iron. perhaps you would like a picture?) this morning.  Yeah, good call, me.

As I was telling my colleague TugBoat  about the visit (no relation to Madge's TB, by the way) is that unlike other parts, you teeth give you away, you know, right away.  I mean, it's not like going to a doctor stepping on a scale and tell turn to your doctor, "um, yeahhhh, I'm still carrying a little vacation weight. No worries."  Your sins of the past are prominiently and immediately on display and I don't know about you, but personally, when I start to "see someone new", I like to give them The Good and The Funny, Responsible, Pretty-Haired, I am not a Flake-me, trap them in my lair of awesome, and then after the 3 months of my tomfakery,  THEN and only then do they find out I'm a lazy shit.  Because by that point, and  not going to sugarcoat this, it is impossible to break away from me. Because that feeling that you feel? Is love and it is DEEP.

Oh, and when he introduced himself, he just said, "I'm John."  Oh, swoon.

Anyway,  December 4th: any idea of what I should wear? I'm going for "adorable but not trying too hard."

Updated to add: Duh, I have an appointment with Dr. Swoonface this Wednesday* for a filling. That's 2 days.  I have to plan this by tomorrow night!  Oh, do people still sleep in the pink rollers?

(* The "this Wednesday" reference is totally coincidental, Jenny.  However, it does mean the Wednesday you were speaking to.)

London Calling

So much we've done - and tomorrow (Wednesday) we're off to Ireland for the 4th and final country. I forgot Paris (to post it) which I will, but I've updated my Flickr account with a bunch of photos.

Next Stop: Homeland de Pepe le Peu

Es dia finale en Barcelona.  Visited the Park Guëll today.  Es muy awesome-o.  Many fotographs de fantastique (could not tel you if that is correct Spanish, not that it matters as BArcelona peep speak CATALAN Spanish as opposed to CASTILLIAN which is what they teach in 100% of US high schools. God DAMN it.). Also, many castles, or buildings that look like castes, errgo, the track in my head where in The Pricess Bride, Miracle MAx (Bill Crystal) wishes Sir Wesley, ¨Have fun storming the castle.¨ HAs yet to get old for me,

What esle-o....oh, Miquel and I play this game I made up called ¨¿Si´o no?¨wherein we can ask a simple question about anything (una cerveza¿ Si o no? ¨), but have to respond like we are Mango from Saturday Night Live. ¨Siiiii´¨

Pardone, Jenny, te gusta  Mango´s shorts? Si o no?

¨Ay, Nooooo.¨

I dunno, maybe you have to be here.  Sadly for Meg and Tim, they will be subjected to the Migeul y Jennie Si o No Show when we meet in up London (i hola!!!). 

In closing, under the influence of a few cervezas, may have promised a job to a to-be engineer grad at my company, which happens to have an office in Barcelona.

Es muy estupido: Si o no?

Siiiiiiii.

Kees, kees-

Jennie.

P.S. pardon the misakes, they are charging by the minute and this keyboard el sucks.

i hola!

Dear Barcelona,

Un request...o:  STREET SIGNS. Like really, so difficult to have those kicking around?

Enjoying Spain, if I can forgive ¨Miguel¨for sleeping until THREE P.M.

Also, title to this post from same "persona","hey, I see a see a really big sign that says i hola.¨

Um, Mike, that´s an upside down exclamation point...dumbass.

Also, per order of Jeremiah, pretending 1 Euro is = to $US buck. That way we will not want to slit our wrists. So far, plan is working muy bueno.

today we saw one person walking thru the Plaza  Catalayna muttering to herself, ¨left, right, left, right¨ with each step.  I wonder if she, too, is a fan of lists.

Pigeons like to attack people here.  Serisouly- ¿WFT, pigeons?

Anyway, off to walk around. 

Hasta luego, mis amigos.

Greetings from Dublin

First party foul of the trip: Aer Lingus (/that's what she said - (hi Madge)) did not serve Guiness as they had when he went 8 years prior. I thought Mike might cry.

They served Tiger (a flat lager), Bud, and Heineken. Blech.

I'm now at the Holiday Inn,  Mike has his 1st Guiness in hand, I a cider, and we wait for the airport shuttle to take us to Dublin Airport for our flight to Barcelona.

  With that I bid you a Adios, muchachos!

I really hope my hyper organized planner people and OCD types don't read this.

Tomorrow, after working a 7/8ths workday, I am embarking on a 2 week trip to Europe (Barcelona, Paris, London and a few places in Ireland).

It's 10:15 p.m., and just off the phone with my sister.

Her: Do you have **ANY**thing packed in the suitcase?

Me: I have things NEAR the suitcase.

Yeah, I haven't packed yet. I've never been to Europe.  I've never been on vacation for 2 weeks. 

It's like I'm TRYING to make my both sisters' heads explode. Because this is the usual for me, and yet, somehow they thought that for this trip, things might stand a chance of being different.

OH, how so very wrong they are.

Also worthy of noting, I still have to hit the 24 hour CVS for my Women's TImes (tm Tracy Jordan) stuff tonight.  Yeah, I am right-on-track.

Quote of the Day

I award Monday's quote of the day to my colleague, T-Fund. It wasn't even 10:30 in the morning and I knew it was the  day's winner.

Scene:

Me in the lobby headed out for a coffee run, T-Fund enterting the lobby reporting to work.

T-Fund upon seeing me: "Hey, I have the awesome girl-p*rn site that I know you'll love. I gotta forward the link to you."

QoTD was met with Me: "Uh-huh... wait,  what? What makes you think I'm into p*rn si...?"

Turns out (as it was immediately explained) it's a site of like, guys putting the toilet lid down and women getting all hot & bothered over it. Still, taking that comment, in the lobby, spoken at a normal if not slightly louder than normal volume (he's a sales guy)  kinda threw me.  And now security thinks I'm into "girl p*rno", whatever that is.

Perfect.

And to think, there is a band out there called "The Foreskins" seeking representation.

Random bits from the past 24 hours have looked like this:

1. E-mail from me to my co-worker, "T-Fund":

Are you going to sit 3 cubes from me, all day, and just pretened like the ROL Reunion Show never happened?

2. While driving and and on the phone with my sister, hashing and rehashing some emotionally exhausting family matters from the same day, I see something only to interrupt:

"but the real issue at hand now is...does The DQ take credit?" 

FYI, the Dairy Queen in my town sadly (SADLY!) does not appear to take it ( and I say "appear" because I didn't have the grapes to ask the cashier -   it was all I could do to walk up and search the windows for the little Visa/MC emblems).  Yeah, from now on I'm keeping a spare five in the glovebox for such emergencies.

3. Phonecall from other sister, while I am at work, trying to ...work:

"Have you seen Alvin & the Chipmunks movie?"

"Uh, no . And why on earth would I?"

"Actually, it's not bad.  Anyway, the music from it is pretty good.  It current  day music but it's done with the chipmunks' voices."

"Exactly how is the selling me on the music? And if this is what you have become, a woman who appreciates music sung by chipmunks, then you are definitely not selling me on parenthood."

"Hey, trust me - anything is better than having to listen to The Wiggles. all day."

"Again, you are not selling me. Stop it."