Random Event

So, as I was perusing Facebook (not that I am endorsing that site, because it can suck all your free time if you let it) to catch up on what is happening to all my college friends, I came across a weird little way to amuse yourself:

GOOGLE BIOGRAPHY: RULES: Go to Google and type in your first name and the following phrases. Copy and paste the first sentence/phrase you get that makes sense.

Now, this caught my eye because it's a little like MadLibs... for people who don't know how to come up with a noun, verb, or adjective on their own. :P But, as I have been remiss in my blogging for a while, I thought that I could give it a shot. It's almost as much fun as Googling yourself and finding that you are some professor of biochemistry /biology at a college you've never heard of... or a real estate agent.



Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search.
A: The elephant Anne needs to retire.

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Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search.
A: Anne looks like a million dollars, before taxes
(Runner up was "Anne looks like Alvin the chipmunk")

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Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search.
A: Anne says her prayer (Anne of Green Gables)

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Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search.
A: Did you know Anne wants snow tires more than a gold watch?

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Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search.
A: Anne hates you.

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Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search.
A: Anne asks, "Did the blue Santa come from Akron?" (... I DON'T WANT TO KNOW!)

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Q: Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search.
A: Queen Anne goes to the kitchen.

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Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search.
A: WHAT anne LIKES (...apparently it's a rock band)

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Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search.
A: Anne eats ghosts!

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Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search.
A: Princess Anne wears the same outfit in the same town three years later.

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Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search.
A: Cleveland High School theater teacher and Student Council sponsor Laurie Anne Lewis was arrested on Tuesday on charges of prostitution in downtown Houston.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Though I have never been big on the whole Valentine’s Day celebration, I truly wish you all a Happy Valentine’s Day. I have been cynical for far too long, so to spare you the standard rants, I will sum up: blah blah blah, Hallmark just wants your money, blah blah blah, what about the single people, blah blah blah, gonna hijack a truck full of chocolates and eat myself stupid.

There, done.

However, I do have a fairly fresh (I think) rant about Valentine’s Day: Why do you need one specific day to say that you love someone? If you truly care about a person, you should sound like a crazy stalker and tell them every chance you get that you love them and that they are important to you. Disregarding the fact that I work with high school kids who weren’t hugged enough as children, you should never delay telling someone that you care. You don’t know who will be hit by a bus tomorrow (not to sound morbid, but it’s true). You don’t know who is going through a depressed time right now, and your little “you are special to me” could mean the world to them. You just don’t know how much you matter to someone else, so start the trend and tell them how much they matter to you.

So don’t delay or make excuses. Just tell someone you love them. Hell, tell them you appreciate them or whatever verb you want to use, if you are commitment-phobic. Just tell them.

(And if you must know, John and I are planning to be lazy this Saturday. He says: can my Valentine’s present be playing games all day? So I gave the boy what he asked for.)

Mom's Shamrock Gloves

Mother so nicely reminded me that the Shamrock Race is coming up shortly, and that I promised her and her running buddy each a green hat and gloves set. Now, I finished one set last year, but could not get the other churned out... which was sort of okay, as it wasn't too cold last year while they were running. However, this year is starting out a bit chillier and Mother can be quite subtle when she wants to be. SO! Here I am now, preparing to knit my fingers to the bone (bony fingers!) to get a pair of gloves and a headband finished before St Patrick's Day. (Yes, I said headband. Mom's running buddy likes bands rather than full hats. I guess I should be happy, as headbands are much faster to finish than hats are!)

I shall be posting the work in progress, as gloves are fairly easy, but look so very challenging. I personally use the pattern from the Not Just Socks book because it is super basic and creates interchangeable gloves (no need to distinguish between right and left hands!). I'm using Scarlet Fleece's sock yarn, a really pretty green variegated color. (Sadly, I can't find a picture online, so you'll just have to wait until I can get some pictures from my stash.)

A-knitting we will go!

C is for...

C is for cutting board! (Maybe all those years is karate were a bad thing for us.)

Set-up: last time we were out shopping, I declared that we needed some more cutting boards as we have two and they always seem to be dirty (John to me... a lot: "Stop using the raw chicken board!"). So we picked up a multi-pack of these little bamboo boards that match our large bamboo cutting boards.

And what would happen the first time we use it? John's inner ninja comes out full force. He was prepping some garlic for dinner and went to smash it, and split the NEW cutting board right down a seam! I'm on the couch (what? you think I can cook?) and I hear, ... "Oh snap! ... Honey, come look at this!"

John's first reaction: darnit, I broke the cutting board

John's next reaction: whoa, cool, I broke the cutting board! Where's Sensei's phone number?

Job Musings

You must allow me to wallow a bit in depressed self-pity today; I had a pretty rough day at work. (Don’t ask. Long story short is that I have decided to never again try to be proactive or do more than I am told to do because it only gets me in trouble.) At what point do you decide that a job just sucks? Does “bad job” mean that everyday has to drain your will to live? Or does a job that is just mediocre most days, but can suddenly turn viciously bad qualify as bad? What about a job that is just mediocre? Do you have to be out saving the world and self-actualizing every day of your life? And what kind of person are you if you “settle”? Does that mean you are responsible and have accepted the fact that a job does not define who you are (even though psychological research says that in our society, we are defined by our job) and that you need a paycheck of any kind to pay your bills? Or does it mean that you have no aspirations for something better for yourself, something that could make you truly happy?

I will see you when I am feeling better about life and my position in the world.