Sheldon:I'm polymerized tree sap and you're an inorganic adhesive, so whatever verbal projectile you launch in my direction is reflected off of me, returns to its original trajectory and adheres to you.
Whether you hate or love the new Facebook changes, get ready for even more changes to occur in the next couple of months. Check out this newspaper article to find out what’s in store for Facebook users.
So, I have an assignment for my Linguistics course; I am to transcribe (using phonetics) the speech of someone that has a dialect different than my own, but this person must speak American English.
I chose Matthew McConaughey because of his oh-so-yummy southern accent. I figure that since I have to listen to someone talk for one to two minutes, it may as well be someone that has a sexy ass voice AND he’s great to look at!
lol This is one assignment I’m going to really love working on! ;)
On FB I saw this advertisement by Coffee-Mate, and of course I clicked on it because I like creamer in my coffee. Well, I’m looking at this new introduction of their “Natural Bliss” line and I’m wondering… are they going to start calling the original creamer “Artificial Crap?”
This last Monday I was running errands before I had to be at work, and after my very last errand my car refused to start.
**sigh** I did not need this; I’ve had enough stress lately without my car adding to it.
Unfortunately, I had to miss work and a three hour class on Monday. I hate missing work, not just because I need the money, but because I was unable to work with the students that count on me being there. I hate missing class because I miss far too much material and it brings down my grade (you all know how nerdy I am when it comes to my grades and school).
Anyway, there were a couple of guys next to me and they jumped my car. I proceeded to exit the parking lot only for my car to die on me again. These same guys helped push my car into a parking space where my car sat while I got help from my brother over the phone.
I had to walk to an auto parts store, Auto Zone on Stabler Lane to be precise, so that I could purchase a battery cleaner to see if it was just the connection that was bad.
I was not to be this lucky.
My car, because it would not run, had to be pushed from the Bel Air shopping center across Stabler and into the Auto Zone parking lot. I disconnected the battery and brought it inside so they could test it. I was hoping that the battery was bad.
I was not to be this lucky.
Since it wasn’t the battery, it had to be the alternator. Because my brother was about an hour away and was at work, this was something I was going to have to figure out on my own. However, the Auto Zone guys were amazing and helped me a lot.
They told me what to do and I did it. However, there was a point in which I needed more than just verbal help and Mark, an employee who was on his lunch break, helped me. I am incredibly grateful for this man’s help, and the fact that he helped on his lunch break was HUGE!
I was able to get the alternator changed out. In the process, I received a “war wound.” My left wrist was hurting pretty badly, was swollen, and my veins were a bit popped out. I have no idea how I hurt my wrist, but I apparently did quite the number on it (are you surprised? lol) Not only that, I had gotten incredibly sweaty and grease was covering my arms and hands. Anyway, now there is a bruise that is about 1 1/2 inches in diameter on my wrist.
After replacing the alternator, my cruise control had stopped working. I popped open the hood and discovered that in the process of working on the alternator, a hose had become disconnected, so I reconnected it. Now, my cruise control works. :)
Even though I love cars, working on them is something that I have never done before. I am proud of myself for doing this and I do plan to purchase (or maybe Santa will get one for me) the repair manual so that I can continue to work on my own car.
When it comes down to it, my car wasn’t running and I had no choice but to miss work and school. I am counting my blessings though and I am incredibly grateful that, although the part was a bit expensive, what was wrong with my car was something that I was able to fix. There is just no way right now that I would be able to purchase a new (used) car so I really need to keep the one I have in good working order.
I can forgive spelling errors made by the general public. But, when it is by a corporation or any other company that should know better, it’s kind of hard to let it go.
This was the “help wanted” sign posted on the door at my local Save Mart. Normally I don’t recommend relying on spell check, but in this case spell check would have underlined this one and it would have been good to rely on it for accuracy. Seriously, this does not leave a good impression.
Me (my status update on FB):I find it fascinating that I am conversing with a friend via text and simultaneously via fb private messaging. And yes, they are two completely different conversations. Lol
Angela:How funny! We are sooo weird. LOL
Me:Lol I know right! Ok so now we are communicating using a third method. Hahaha
Angela:So now it's three different conversations. Wow, I must say we are talented. Lol
Me:Lol yup. Shall we continue to speak of out talents? Lol jk
Me:Clearly, checking spelling before I send out a text to fb is not among those talents. hahaha
Angela:Well that just shows you are only human. Wouldn't want people getting jealous of you with all this talent and all. not everyone can be as gifted as us you know.
Me:I know right?!?! I try to make mistakes every so often, you know, to make those less fortunate feel better. But, it's just so hard! I rarely make mistakes, I'm never klutzy, I never trip while going up stairs, I never mispronounce words, I never mess up on grammar, and I never make up words and think they are real words until I go to look in the dictionary. I think that about covers my perfection!
Angela:This is true! It's kinda scary actually. Until you started making yourself mess up intentionally on a few thing. I could have sworn you were a robot.
Me:Perfection tends to give that impression.
Angela:Indeed it does.
Aunt Darcy:Be careful mixing your social media--I've read the comment--"OMG--did I just put that on Facebook?!!"
My Mom:Never klutzy, huh? Oh, ok ... right! LOL
Me:Now mom, you know very well that I don't run into walls, or trip on invisible things. I never have bruises on my shins. ;)
This was my brother’s Facebook status update. hahahahahahahahaha This is SO my nephew!!
"Jessica, Cody and I had a water gun/water balloon war today with our kids and the neighborhood kids. Later on one of the kids told me Alec pee’d on her big brother. Alec told me this was true, so I asked him why he did that… he said (with his head down) "i was out of ammo"….LOL! You can’t get much more resourceful than that."
This is not a letter of political stance; this is not a letter of admonishment; this is a letter of implore. As the tenth anniversary of September 11th approaches, I am left wondering what the heck happened to America.
I remember that day, as most of you do, very vividly. I was getting ready for work, turned on Good Day Sacramento, and they were talking about the first tower having been hit. I sat watching trying to figure out what movie they were discussing. Suddenly, the realization struck me, and it struck hard. America had been encroached upon and was being, as it appeared, destroyed. I watched as people jumped out of windows to their instant death. I watched as people, with horrified faces and fresh tears running down their dirty cheeks, tried to flee ground zero. I remember the debris flying around and sticking to their bloody and battered bodies. I remember the pain, confusion, and finally anger of that fateful day.
I was absolutely perplexed. I did not fully understand what exactly was happening. My thoughts went immediately to my two year old son: Do we stay home? Do I take him to day care and do I go to work? My thoughts then went just beyond my son: Oh my gosh, mom, Michele, Mary (and so many other members of my family) work in downtown (Sacramento) are they ok? Are all major cities going to be hit? What am I supposed to do now?
Immediately, the entire nation came together. It was absolutely inspiring. People had placed flags on their vehicles and their homes. People were helping one another. People actually cared for another. Men and women were signing up left and right to join the military because no one, NO ONE, was going to hit our country and get away with it. America actually, truly looked like the UNITED States of America, for probably the first time since our independence as our own nation was obtained.
Even corporations got behind the American people. The automobile industry was offering 0% financing, this was a first. There was a real united connection between the government, corporate America, and the people of America. We all had one goal: To let those that infiltrated our country know that they may have injured America, but they did not, and will not, kill us. UNITED WE STAND!
Flash forward ten years to today. What the heck happened? There is no unity, no connection, no general neighborly love and care. The American flags are tattered or are completely gone from everyday view. The nation has become divided between those that don’t feel we should be in war and those that do believe we should be in war. Attention has been forced away from ground zero, attention is now focused on things that, quite frankly, are not as important as making sure that our country, our people, is protected.
People of America, can’t we stand united again? Can we please come back together and take a stance against those that wish us harm and dream of our destruction? Whether or not you believe we should continue the war, don’t you at least believe that we should make it known that we won’t tolerate being messed with again? The old military strategy, divide and conquer, holds a lot of possibility. Is that what Americans want? Do we really want to stay divided so that “they’’ can conquer us? Come on America! Let UNITED WE STAND ring true!
Let’s once again show that we are THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!
On campus again, I went to get breakfast. I settled on a bagel and a water. I warmed the bagel, spread the cream cheese, grabbed my water, and headed to the checkout. I’m searching my bag frantically and cannot find my wallet!
I look at the employee and I say “What do I do? I’ve already put cream cheese on it!”
She says that I can leave it by her register and go get my wallet. I had to go all the way back to my car carrying my oh-so-heavy bag and, of course, my wallet was right there on my front seat.
I trek back and the same employee was there and I was able to pay for my breakfast.
Of course, this whole debacle caused me to forget about offering to pay for the coffee that I had previously accidentally stolen.
I was at school and was in desperate need of coffee. My head was POUNDING from the lack of caffeine (I will freely admit that I’m an addict)! I go the cafeteria on campus, and find the coffee. It was empty. I find an employee and she showed me where more coffee was located. I had to find her again because I found sugar but not the creamer. She showed me where that was. I ended up talking with someone else that was there and proceeded to walk right on out of the cafeteria completely forgetting to pay for my coffee! :(
I still need to get back there so I can pay; I feel badly about it.
“Parents are apt to see no injustice in the fact that they are often annoyed with their offspring for possessing attributes, both of character and appearance, with which they themselves have endowed them.”—The Rosary by Florence L. Barclay
I live in a somewhat small town so I tend to see the same vehicles when I’m out driving around. There was a car that caught my eye one day. The guy driving looked to be in his early 20s and had his “I’m such a tough guy” music playing.
He pulls ahead of me in the next lane and his back window says . . . “Nor Cal Princess.”