Friday, August 29, 2008

Because I have nothing to say. Crap.

Got this one from Jennifer (technically she didn't tag me but I'm gonna do it anyway, so there :P )

10 years ago...

August 1998. I was starting my senior year of high school and applying to college. I applied only to two: Texas A&M and t.u. Obviously, my decision after being accepted to both (thank you top 10% rule!) was A&M. I felt at home on that campus while on an official campus tour with my mom. Even though I had practically been raised to be an Aggie and had been on its campus before, I did give t.u. a fair chance. Of course I applied to that other school for only one reason... my boyfriend at the time John 1.0 (I call him 1.0 to distinguish DBF from the first John I dated. My sister likes to call DBF, John 10.0 because she says he's 10 times better than the first. I tend to agree, at least in terms of being better for me). I digress. In August 1998, life pretty much focused on school, swimming and finishing up the summer season of lifeguarding. Life was easy - at least looking back on it I think of it as easy, I'm sure at the time I didn't think so - and I was looking forward to my last year of high school and moving out of my parents' house.

5 years ago...

August 29, 2003. I was in Boston, having moved there just 5 days prior. This was both incredibly exciting and incredibly scary. I had 3 roommates I barely knew. I was living in a city where I knew no one. Not to mention how incredibly different it was from where I had grown up and where I went to undergrad. I was intimidated and exhilarated at the same time. As I started to meet people in my program and around the city, whenever I would tell them I was from Texas, I would get this look that spoke all too well of the stereotypes running through their minds. And I did manage to bust through some of them (well I do have a big/loud mouth. What? Don't look at me like that. Shit.) as well as teach them some things they didn't know (Texas was it's own country. Not a great country. But still. We governed ourselves for 10 years or so. Crap. Maybe that's what started it. Also, if you're in El Paso, you are closer to LA than the eastern border of Texas. :O ). This is one of the best - if not the best - experiences of my life. I learned so much - and not all of it was in school.

5 months ago...

At the beginning of the month, DBF was still unemployed having been laid off in January. By the end of the month though not only had he found a job, but he had also moved to Plano which was much closer to me than North Richland Hills. I was more than thrilled at this. I also was dogsitting Zoe for my parents given their hectic schedules that month. Other than that, life was pretty normal.

5 things on my to do list tomorrow...

1. Sleep
2. Pick up my prescription
3. Read
4. Hang out by the pool
5. Watch Noises Off

5 things people don't know about me...

1. I once went to a Nsync concert. Some girlfriends and I were obsessed with them for a year or two in college. We'd watch their tour DVD over just to watch Justin shake his hips.
2. I cannot stand gum. I think it's tacky and gross to be chewing the same thing without ever swallowing.
3. I have watched every single episode of Charmed at least 4 times.
4. When I was little and my dad would come home late, I would imagine him having to fight ninjas, which was what was making him late coming home from work.
5. When we were little, I convinced my sister to sneak up into the attic with me because I thought it would be cool. And then I watched her fall through the sheetrock onto the concrete floor of the garage. No permanent damage. I think.

5 bad habits...

1. Road rage. Anyone who's either been in the car with me or been on the phone with me while I was driving knows this all too well.
2. Not thinking before talking. I've had way too many foot in mouth moments to even care to think about.
3. Sarcasm. I need to learn when to dial it back.
4. Swearing... as much. No way I could give it up completely. Shit.
5. Making excuses for myself. I have dreams. So why am I holding myself back?

5 places I've lived...

1. Fort Worth, TX
2. Aledo, TX
3. College Station, TX
4. Boston, MA
5. Dallas, TX

Tag 5 people...

You. I tag you.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Hump Day Humor: Michael Phelps Returns Home

From The Onion:

ORLANDO—Fourteen-time Olympic gold medalist and SeaWorld main attraction Michael Phelps returned to his seven-million-gallon water tank Wednesday to resume his normal schedule of performing in six shows a day for marine park crowds every day of the week.

Phelps, the 6'4", 200-pound aquatic mammal, and the first ever SeaWorld swimmer to be raised in captivity by foster swimmers (Mark Spitz and Dara Torres), was recaptured by trainer Bob Bowman in a hoop net baited with an entire Dutch apple pie following Phelps' final Olympic event last Sunday. Phelps was then tethered to the rudder of a container ship bound for St. Petersburg, guided down local waterways, and introduced back into his home habitat, the tank in SeaWorld's 5,500 seat stadium, known to park officials and visitors alike as "Phelps' Happy Harbor."

"Michael seemed really excited to be back," said Bowman, adding that the male swimmer became playful upon entering his tank, breaching the water and sounding repeatedly. "He just started swimming freestyle and backstroke, and only stopped to slide belly first onto the tank's platform so he could be fed dozens of fried egg sandwiches."

"He fell asleep at the surface of the water around midnight," Bowman added.

Though Bowman plans on continuing the long-running aquatic show "Michael, The Yankee Doodle Swim Team Captain," in which Phelps was performing prior to leaving for Beijing, Bowman said he and Phelps would begin working on an all-new production, which will debut in September with the title "Champion!" Bowman has promised this show would be the most ambitious program in the history of Olympic swimmer sea spectacles.

Bowman says one stunt called the "Flying Medal" will begin with Phelps' 14 gold medals being suspended above the water. Phelps will then enter the stadium butterfly-stroking at full speed, coursing along the surface, and with every breach of the water, placing his head through the hoop of one medal after another. If Phelps is wearing all 14 medals at the end of the stunt, Bowman said, the swimmer will be rewarded with a whole pizza and a pound of cooked enriched pasta.

Full story here.

ANSWER - Tuesday Trivia: Geography

What booming industrial region of the U.S. was once known as the Valley of Heart's Delight?

Silicon Valley, California, when it was a farming area known for its fruit orchards in the early 20th century.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

The best example

Today is my parent's 30th anniversary. Happy anniversary to a couple that has provided me with a great example of the love, work, patience and acceptance that goes into a lasting marriage. And who also showed me that smile and laughter go a long way to lengthening life and relationships. Here's to another 30!

Tuesday Trivia: Geography

Tuesday Trivia is a weekly post offering interesting trivia questions. Leave a comment if you know the answer or if you'd like to take a guess. The answer will be posted tomorrow.


What booming industrial region of the U.S. was once known as the Valley of Heart's Delight?

Monday, August 25, 2008

A little shoe review

I've worn each of my new shoes at least once, and it's time for some first reactions.

The black Nine West pair:
The most comfortable of the three.

The blue Antonio Melani pair:
The buckles dig into the toes. But since I spend most of the day at a desk, not a big deal.

The black/white Guess pair:
Rubbed the back of my heels the little walking I did in them that day. I didn't end up with any blisters only because I didn't do that much walking.

So all in all, the Antonio Melani and Guess pairs need some breaking in. I'm hoping they'll become a little more comfortable after a few more wears. And even if they don't, it's not going to stop me from wearing them. They are so worth it.

It's a small world after all

I made a decision a long time ago, to live as much - if not more - for the small things in life as I do the big moments. Don't get me wrong. I love those big moments as much as the next girl. But it is the small things that give life a little spice. So, here's my list of my favorite small things, well some of them anyway.

  • The smell of apple cider in the fall
  • New pens
  • Finding the perfect outfit to go with new shoes
  • Reading the Dallas Business Journal
  • Thunderstorms while I sleep
  • Sending cards for no reason other than to say hi
  • Making my own cards to send
  • A kiss on the forehead
  • A hug at the moment when I need it most
  • Clean sheets and a freshly made bed
  • A beautiful day, the open road and my iPod
  • Sunday morning brunch with mimosas
  • Afternoon spent poolside with a good book
  • The red cups at Starbucks
  • Bluebonnets lining the highways in April
  • Finding the perfect gift for someone
  • Getting together with old friends
  • Meeting new friends
  • New shoes (I know this is a surprise for everyone)
  • Chocolate and peanut butter
  • Game nights
  • Weather cool enough to sleep with the windows open
  • A good cup of coffee
  • October - football and baseball playoffs
  • Worn-in jeans that fit perfectly
  • Ice cold beer

What are some of yours?

P.S. I never paid close attention to the small world song before. It does have kind of a point.

P.S.S. I'm sorry if I just got that song stuck in your head. It's stuck in mine too.

Friday, August 22, 2008

We are all a little crazy

For some reason, I've started reading a few mommy blogs. The Bloggess got me started. Then I started reading her other blog Good Mom/Bad Mom that she writes with another mom for the Houston Chronicle. And it's snowballed since then. Well on GM/BM every Sunday, they post links to interesting posts from around the blogoslavkia world that bloggers submit (not to brag - okay maybe just a smidge of bragging - I was actually included in this past Sunday's blog roundup for my post on the sex chair).

One such week several months ago (Ok, so I've been lazy about getting this post done. Sue me. Actually on second thought, please don't. I don't have any money to hire a lawyer), they included a link to a woman doing a series she called The Crazy Chronicles. Intrigued by what they had to say about it, I clicked over. And what I read was one of the most amazing stories in my life.
How did this happen? How did it get this bad, this quickly? Last night I was talking with a friend, laughing. A few short hours later, I was being led from my house by the police and paramedics. Maybe I am crazy, I thought.
From the beginning I was hooked. Crystal, that's the name of this unbelievably strong, courageous and inspiring woman, had recently spent some time at a mental institution.
I meekly followed behind them and felt, for the thousandth time that day, shame burn my face. I was being forcibly taken to a psychiatric facility. Never say never, I thought.
She has broken up her story into chapters. Each one more riveting than the last. And before I knew it, I was spending at least an hour reading her story. I don't believe she's done telling it, and every day I check the Chronicles to see if she's added another chapter because I'm hopelessly addicted to reading what happens next.
The education I was about to receive was more important, more profound and worthy than any college class or book I had ever read. It was also the most difficult because it meant I would have to be honest about who I really am and how I got here.
Not only is it a very honest, very real account of what it's like inside the walls of a mental institution. And she's done it in a way that is both heart breaking and at times, funny.
Yes, Charlie Brown, there is a hierarchy in the loony bin and I'm Queen Poobah of the blithering idiots.
She's incredibly open about her past. Let me tell you this woman's life was difficult. And the fact that she has pulled herself up from all the shit she's been through and continued on is an inspiration and confirmation that we are not alone. As someone who has had mental illness touch very close to home in her family, it provides hope that we all can get a handle on our demons, because we all have them.

So, thank you Crystal. For your story and for having the courage to share it with the world.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Book Review: Same Kind of Different as Me

Same Kind of Different as Me
by Ron Hall and Denver Moore

This is a true story about two different men and their friendship. One is an international art dealer. The other is homeless after growing up basically as a slave. They are brought together by one man's wife. And though the major story is the men, the woman and her incredible courage and determination are a common theme throughout.

Though maybe a bit too evangelical at times, this book is a phenomenal story that brought not just me to tears but several people I know. I stupidly was reading the saddest part at work over my lunch break and was sobbing at my desk. It touches the heart. Definitely made me think about how first impressions can often be misleading and that given a chance people can surprise you by delivering when you might not expect them to.

This is a very quick read. It only took me 4 days because I was reading it during a work week. Even if you're not a big fan of non-fiction (like myself), you will like this book.

Next month: The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Hump Day Humor: Man Meets Bench

The following is a true story:

A couple weeks ago, a man in Hong Kong fell in love with a park bench. You see this particular bench is made of metal and is decorated with holes that are approximately 2 inches in diameter. The man thought these holes so beautiful that he couldn't help but become one with them.

Yes. He placed his penis in one of the holes. And then he became stuck. I shit you not. He had to call authorities to come and help him dislodge his penis from the bench. Full story with pictures and video (don't worry, it's PG).

I was wiping tears away when I heard this. Frakkin' hilarious.

ANSWER - Tuesday Trivia: Advertising

What product was advertised with the suggestive line, "Take it off, take it all off," in the 1960s?

Noxzema shaving cream

Congratulations to Mochaface friend Moto62 for getting the correct answer!

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Tuesday Trivia: Advertising

Tuesday Trivia is a weekly post offering interesting trivia questions. Leave a comment if you know the answer or if you'd like to take a guess. The answer will be posted tomorrow.


What product was advertised with the suggestive line, "Take it off, take it all off," in the 1960s?

Monday, August 18, 2008

Tick Tock

I know lots of people who have kids (well, technically the woman had the baby but sometimes it's the daddy I know). Anyway, enough with the biology lesson. This summer brought the first baby whose parents I'm actually close to.

When the precious bundle of joy blessed us with her presence, I went to visit her and the happy parents after they brought her home. I spent a lovely afternoon gushing over the child and talking with the new parents Apryl and Chris about their experience and how overwhelmed they already are.

Tick Tock

I heard something then but it didn't really register.

Tick Tock

Whatever it was, I waved it away and went along with my life. That is until last week.

Tick Tock

Last week was the beginning of one of my favorite annual traditions, Restaurant Week. When I get to go to a fancy restaurant and pretend I have money and eat there all the time.

For dinner it was DBF, me and my friends Liz and Apryl. Only Apryl didn't have a sitter for the evening and since Chris was working that night, she brought the little bundle from above to dinner.

Tick Tock

The restaurant did not make a big deal out of it (which we were kinda nervous about). And the baby behaved herself remarkably well.

Tick Tock

Only she would get a little fussy whenever we left her too long in her car seat. So while Apryl ate her dessert, I offered to take the child.

Tick Tock

I started hearing that noise again. But I still couldn't place it.

Tick Tock

As the baby bounced on my leg and I saw the people looking at me with her, I realized what it was. My biological clock.

Fuck! I have time. Time I tell you! Lots and lots of time! So I hit the snooze button. That should last me 5-7 years at least. Right?

Sunday, August 17, 2008

My birthday shoes

For my birthday, DBF promised to take me shoe shopping, whenever and wherever. Yesterday we finally had the time to go. I realized after we agreed that it was tax-free weekend. I offered to move it to another time, but DBF insisted we go anyway.

Of course, we went to the largest mall in Dallas (more shoe options, obviously) and braved the crowds. After walking a full circuit and then some of the mall (plus much and much browsing), here are the three pairs I came away with.

These were on sale at Nine West. I seem to be buying a lot of their shoes lately.

I saw this Antonio Melani pair at Dillard's and immediately fell in love with the metallic navy blue color.

But it was this Guess pair that I lost my heart to. And although I decided to keep looking after I first saw them, nothing in any of the other stores compared to this pair.

Thankfully it all took less than three hours. Though he was so thoughtful to give me this gift, I'm not sure DBF would not have lasted much longer than that.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Worst news ever

Warner Bros. has decided to push the theatrical release of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince back until July 17, 2009. Reason?
“Our reasons for shifting ‘Half-Blood Prince’ to summer are twofold: we know the summer season is an ideal window for a family tent pole release, as proven by the success of our last Harry Potter film, which is the second-highest grossing film in the franchise, behind only the first installment. Additionally, like every other studio, we are still feeling the repercussions of the writers’ strike, which impacted the readiness of scripts for other films—changing the competitive landscape for 2009 and offering new windows of opportunity that we wanted to take advantage of. We agreed the best strategy was to move ‘Half-Blood Prince’ to July, where it perfectly fills the gap for a major tent pole release for mid-summer.”

I'm calling bullshit Warner Bros. Are you listening to me? You just want to make more money (though really, why am I surprised?). And though you claim a summer release would allow you "to reach the widest possible audience," it's still bullshit. So kids are out of school in the summer? So what! November 21 was just one frakkin' week before Thanksgiving. And with the Harry Potter fandom, there still would be lots of money being made.

Call me a pissed off fan if you want (because I am, I'll admit it), but this is stupid. If you had said, it's just not going to be ready that I could accept. But not this. Not to wait 8 months. So, Warner Bros. you've been weighed, you've been measured, and you've been found wanting.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Hump Day Humor: I Wanna Love You Tender

A couple years ago, this video became popular on the interwebs. Finnish singers Armi and Danny's 1978, "I Wanna Love You Tender". Best. choreography. ever. And by best I mean worst. Seriously. Watch this video all the way through as the dancing is hilarious.

ANSWER - Tuesday Trivia: Buildings

What famous building is decorated with gargoyles inspired by an automobile radiator cap?

The Chrysler Building in New York. The art deco skyscraper, completed in 1930, has many ornamental features inspired by its namesake car - including stainless steel gargoyles modeled after the winged Mercury on the 1929 Chrysler radiator cap.

Congratulations to Mochaface friend Nick, who was the first to get this week's trivia question!

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Tuesday Trivia: Buildings

Tuesday Trivia is a weekly post offering interesting trivia questions. Leave a comment if you know the answer or if you'd like to take a guess. The answer will be posted tomorrow.


What famous building is decorated with gargoyles inspired by an automobile radiator cap?

Monday, August 11, 2008

The one where I finish sentences in an attempt to loosen my writer's block

I love memes. And since I've finished my inaugural month of daily pictures, I find myself trying to come up with something to blog about. Add to that the intimidating story from last week (intimidating because how do you top that?), and I've hit some writer's block. So, meme time it is (Thanks to Anna)!

The Meme of Finished Sentences ...

1. My uncle once: told me our family's secret that my mom has yet to share with me herself.

2. Never in my life: have I managed to talk my way out of a ticket. I know people who are incredibly skilled at this and as a result have never received one. I just sheepishly hand over my license and registration and agree to be more careful next time.

3. When I was five: my little brother was born. Being picked up from kindergarten by my grandmother to go see him and my mom at the hospital is my earliest memory.

4. High school was: was not terrible. Though I find it hard to classify it as great too. I don't think my experience was anything spectacular compared to anyone else's. I had acne. I had crushes on boys who never seemed to notice me. I had to deal with a few bitches. Bitches, not bullies. Big difference. I excelled in the classroom. But mostly, I've moved on since then.

5. I will never forget: the terror and pride I felt when I got on the airplane to move to Boston. After I said goodbye to my parents, got through security and waved at them to let them know I was through, I sobbed my way to the gate. I managed to calm down only to start sobbing again when the plane was taking off. The woman next to me must have thought I was scared of flying because she was trying to tell me the plane and us would be okay.

6. Once I met: Lance Armstrong. He was at A&M training at the wind tunnel (part of the engineering program). Since I worked in the engineering communications office, we got to go watch. He's incredibly nice.

7. There’s this girl I know: who swam in the Olympics in 2004. She just missed going this year by one place at the Trials.

8. Once, at a bar: I threw up in the bathroom, twice. I hadn't eaten in about 6 hours and was pounding a lot of beer. But rather than let any of my friends know how sick I was feeling, I excused myself on two separate occasions and made my way to the bathroom in the back to puke. Luckily, that particular bathroom was one of the better bar bathrooms I've ever seen. The next day proved to be the worst hangover of my life.

9. By noon, I’m usually: on my second bottle of water and have gone to the bathroom a minimum of four times.

10. Last night: I watched the U.S. men's 4x100 freestyle relay take the glory and gold away from the French, screaming and jumping around the whole time. Pretty sure my neighbors think I'm crazy. They're probably right.

11. If only I had: the guts to really go after my dream. Instead I'm afraid of not being good enough, so although I tell myself I will try, I'm not.

12. Next time I go to church: it will be Christmas, most likely.

13. What worries me most: not being able to pay off my credit card bill.

14. When I turn my head left I see: my TV and exercise ball, plus the laundry I should be putting away rather than blogging.

15. When I turn my head right I see: my window.

16. You know I’m lying when: I can't look you in the eye.

17. What I miss most about the Eighties is: the less stressful life of being a kid.

18. If I were a character in Shakespeare I’d be: Ariel. No reason really. Just the only character I could think of that wasn't so tragic. Of course, I also played the fairy in a really awful video adaptation for our last project in English my senior year. We were so close to graduating that none of us cared. So we ended up with the most ridiculous interpretation of The Tempest where roles were passed around depending on who could be there for filming and duels were performed with butter knives.

19. By this time next year: I'll still be me, only a slightly older and hopefully slightly more wiser version.

20. A better name for me would be: Luna. Hey, if I'm getting to choose, I'll pick one of my favorite Harry Potter characters.

21. I have a hard time understanding: why people insist on smacking gum. I'm sure your mother did not teach you to eat your food that way Ms. Also Talks Loudly on her Cell Phone in Line at Starbucks.

22. If I ever go back to school, I’ll: have to be crazy. School's out, so says Alice Cooper.

23. You know I like you if: I spend time with you.

24. If I ever won an award, the first person I would thank would be: I have to agree with Anna ... the people who gave me the award, probably. I think that would be polite. Then some other people, depending on what it was for.

25. Take my advice, never: think you can't do something, because then you definitely won't.

26. My ideal breakfast is: fried eggs, hash browns, bacon and biscuits with gravy. Or, crepes with chorizo and a lovely cream sauce. Or, migas.

27. A song I love but do not have is: The Promise by When in Rome. Frakkin' iTunes doesn't sell the song as a single!!!

28. If you visit my hometown, I suggest you: don't blink, otherwise you won't find it.

29. Why won’t people: stop smacking their gum? (Can you tell that it's a pet peeve of mine?)

30. If you spend a night at my house: you'll be sleeping on the couch since I don't have a spare bedroom but I will take you to brunch at Cafe Brazil the next morning to make up for it. The couch is rather comfortable though. I've slept there a few times. Last time actually being the first time DBF came over to my place. We fell asleep watching LOST. Seriously.

31. I’d stop my wedding for: what the heck is this supposed to be? A natural disaster? My husband-to-be suddenly getting sick or injured? Myself getting sick or injured? Other than that, I can't think of what I would stop it for.

32. The world could do without: crocs. They're hideous and should not even be allowed to be called shoes.

33. I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: wear crocs.

34. My favourite blonde(s) is/are: Josh Holloway. Yum.

35. Paper clips are more useful than: crocs. And gum.

36. If I do anything well it’s: being sarcastic. No really.

37. I can’t help but: buy new shoes. It's an addiction. I love the sound of shoes as the click on the sidewalk or through the mall. I love how I feel in a hot pair of heels.

38. I usually cry: at weddings, funerals, sappy chick movies, books, etc - really anything that is meant to be emotional and aimed at making me cry. The movie P.S. I love you, I was a frakkin' mess of tears, mascara and tissue residue. Good thing DBF wasn't around when I watched it.

39. My advice to my child/nephew/niece: Don't be so serious about everything. Enjoy life.

40. And by the way: It's your turn. Michele, Lindsey and Jenn. And you.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Day #30

I had my annual physical this morning. They always want my blood, the bastard vampires. When I was little I would throw fits and cry whenever I even had to have my finger pricked. I threw a monster of a fit in the mall when I went to get my ears pierced. I hate needles. If you couldn't tell. Now that I'm older (and sometimes more mature) I don't throw fits when needles come close, though I still don't like it. I cannot watch when they do it. This morning it hurt a little more than normal as the lab tech withdrew my blood. As I looked at pictures of her son and grimaced, she said to me, "Stay in your happy place." I thought, "Why don't you come into my happy place bitch and I'll show you just how happy I am to have this piece of metal jammed in my arm." But outloud I just said, "Your son's cute."


This is the end of my month of posting daily photos. I must say I've enjoyed it, though it was difficult at times to find something interesting to take a picture of. What did you think? Leave me a comment. Should I do it again at some point?

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Day #29

This is called Peanut Butter Better than Sex Cake. Because it is. Better than sex. You scoff. But I'm serious. This moist (pun intended) cake causes a whole lot of uncontrollable groaning with disbelief at how good it is. And I made it for my momma's birthday, which is tomorrow. Now the hard part is not eating it until then.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Day #28

One of the negatives about living in an apartment is no recycling bin to put out with the trash. Thanks to my dad, I have a habit of saving anything that can be recycled. I have managed to find a place to take them all to, but it's not very convenient so I end up going weeks without stopping by. This of course means I get a pile up of recyclables. This evening as I was adding yet another milk jug to the pile, I noticed my beer can stash. I look like an alcoholic with all that Miller Lite. I think I need to plan a trip to the recycle drop-off.

Hump Day Humor: Gender Differences

For women, the bra clasp presents no obstacles. We can often get it undone with only one hand. Men, for whatever reason, are baffled by it. And can spend a lot of time just trying to get the damn thing unclasped. Which is what makes this cartoon hilarious.

And a joke on whether computers are masculine or feminine:

A Spanish teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.

'House' for instance, is feminine: 'la Casa.' 'Pencil,' however, is masculine: 'el lapiz.'

A student asked, 'What gender is 'computer'?'

Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether computer should be a masculine or a feminine noun. Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.

The men's group decided that 'computer' should definitely be of the feminine gender ('la computadora'), because:

1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;

2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;

3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for Possible later retrieval; and

4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself Spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.


The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be

Masculine ('el computador'), because:

1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;

2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves;

3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem; and

4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.

The women won.

ANSWER - Tuesday Trivia: Olympics

Which team enters the stadium first at the opening ceremony of the Olympic games?

The Greek team. Other teams - except for the host country - follow in alphabetical order (as determined by the language of the host country). The host country's team is last.

Congratulations to Mochaface friend Moto62 for getting the right answer!

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Day #27

I love Mario Kart. Seriously. I could play it for hours. And before the Wii my thumbs would get tired from the joy sticks. But with the little wheel, I don't have that problem any more. DBF played a few races. Not against each other, which is somewhat unlike us.

How many babies does it take to make an Aaron?

I've often wondered out loud to DBF exactly how many babies it took to fill the role of Aaron on LOST. Given that in four seasons he's only aged a few months in Island-time, I was positive they had to be using multiple babies.

Well now we know how many. At least for season 4. 19 babies! And only 3 of them were boys. Kinda reverse gender casting ala Shakespearean times, only rather than boys playing girls, it's girls playing a boy. Oh well. They're all cute.

Tuesday Trivia: Olympics

Tuesday Trivia is a weekly post offering interesting trivia questions. Leave a comment if you know the answer or if you'd like to take a guess. The answer will be posted tomorrow.


Which team enters the stadium first at the opening ceremony of the Olympic games?

Day #26 - The Sex Chair

So this morning started like any other... I got up at 5:40, dressed and ran into some furniture trying to turn off the alarm (swearing loudly). I made my way to workout and happen to look over my shoulder out across the pool. Only this morning I saw a couple having sex in one of the lounge chairs by the pool.

What?! I did a double take. Sure enough. The chick was riding him like it was the bare back bronco event at a rodeo. And not partially clothed having sex but stark naked. I chuckled and went inside the gym. Only I could still see them as I did my own workout on the elliptical. It was like a car accident. I know I shouldn't look, but I couldn't stop myself. No staring, just a few glances to my left to see if they were still going at it. I need professional help apparently.

20 minutes and 4 positions later they were finally done. When I left later, they were still lying in the chair only they had put their swimsuits back on. So naturally, I had to use this story for my daily photo today. Only I didn't get a photo of the actual event. So I went back this afternoon and took a photo from where I first noticed them. The lesson from this? Always carry a camera.

P.S. As I was taking this photo, I saw a couple walk out of the building nearest the pool. I'm pretty sure it was them. Only it was a little difficult to tell. You know. Because they were wearing clothes.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Delayed - Day #26

I'm having technical difficulty posting today's photo for some reason. And rather than post the accompanying story without the photo, I'm holding onto the story too until I can get the frakkin' photo uploader to work. So stay tuned. It will get posted at some point. You won't want to miss it.

Book Review: Mansfield Park

Mansfield Park by Jane Austen

I am a big fan of Jane Austen; Pride and Prejudice is my favorite book. And Mansfield Park is my second favorite Jane Austen novel. If you expect a sweet, sappy romantic novel ala Sense and Sensibility or P&P, you won't find it in Mansfield Park. It's a complex story stuffed with morality.

The heroine Fanny Price goes to live with her rich relations at Mansfield Park. This was a common practice in those times. Fanny is a shy, timid girl with a high moral code. She pales in the face of confrontation and intimidation by the majority of her relations but developed a strong friendship with her cousin Edmund. The plot is woven through Fanny's eyes, and we privy the faults of her cousins and some family friends. Fanny does eventually grow to have more confidence and be more comfortable in her situation.

Mansfield Park is the best example of social satire from Jane Austen, and I think probably the most realistic. While not at the forefront of the plot, imperialism and slavery are topics touched upon by the characters. Though most of the other characters look down upon her, Fanny is a character that anyone would feel comfortable rooting for as her beliefs are questioned and tested.

Many people struggle with the language Austen wrote in. But if you give it a chance, you'll adapt to the syntax and be pleasantly surprised by this sweet story.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Day #25

My Internets have been a bit wonky. It likes to make me think it works, taking me to a few pages I ask it to, then just as quickly, giving me this screen. And it could take 10 minutes or an hour before I get to go to just a few more pages. Argh! I should call my Internets provider, I know. It's always such a hassle to deal with customer service people though. I'll get around to it. Eventually.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Day #24

We went to a birthday party for my sister's boyfriend. Only it was more than that. They got engaged today! Congrats Laura and Jeremy!

Friday, August 1, 2008

Day #23

This is the sad state of my flowers. I should not be allowed to grow things, clearly.

My Girls

It's National Girlfriends Day (I know, who comes up with these things?). A girl's girlfriends are important people in her life. They're the ones who go shopping with you and tell you the truth about how it looks. They'll laugh with you, cry with you and bury the bastards that made you cry in the first place. They know without words what you need when things are tough. They support you in life no matter what. So here's to all the girlfriends in the world and seven in particular (in alphabetical order because I couldn't bear to think of any other way to list them)...


I met Jennifer during graduate school in Boston. We had a class together and she got me a job at Starbucks. The only person that can call me Rebecca in casual conversation, Jennifer moved back to Portland after we graduated (and I moved back to Texas). Despite the distance, we've remained close talking often and sharing life's little bumps and dips. So much so that I'm going to be a bridesmaid in her wedding in October.


Katie was one of the first friends I made in grad school. She got me addicted to the Red Sox. The two of us (and our friend Mike) were practically inseparable for a time. When she hated her job, I would talk with her everyday and provide an ear for her to vent to. When my grandmother passed away while I was in Boston, she drove into the city after it snowed just to sit with me (she got a ticket that night but never complained about it). We've embarrassed ourselves together singing karaoke, getting drunk and singing at the top of our lungs at piano bars. I wouldn't trade any of that and I wouldn't have it any other way.


Ten years ago, I probably wouldn't have included my sister Laura on this list. But 10 years ago, Laura and I fought all the time. It got so bad that at one point my dad promised if we didn't stop he'd take away all our clothes and he would pick out what we wore for a time. And it wouldn't necessarily be different two days in a row. Needless to say we got a lot quieter after that. But now that we're older (and sometimes more mature), we're a lot closer and I'm so grateful to be able to count my little sister among my closest girlfriends.


Laurel and I met when I worked at Starbucks in Boston. We bonded over Texas (I was from there and she lived in Austin for 2 years). We started going to Parish after we would close on Friday nights and she convinced me to get my beer card. From which I earned my awesome 25 ounce stein that says "Don't Mess with Texas". One day a bartender from Rattlesnake came in. I was concentrating on the drink I was making and must have had my tongue sticking out because he commented on how long my tongue was. The guy was kinda creepy and whenever he would come in after that I would hide below the counter. Laurel happened to overhear his comment and always managed to be in the store when I was hiding from him. She continues to tease me about it to this day.


Lin is my sanctuary during the day when things are crazy. She's my sounding board off which I bounce off a lot of ideas or things that don't sound right. During my Capstone class my last semester at Emerson, when I would get stressed, I would call Lin, who was in LA at the time, and she would let me vent. Lin is an incredible person and my life has been broadened just by knowing her.


Michele and I met kind of randomly last fall at a PRSA seminar. We happened to sit at the same table over lunch and got to talking. Somehow it came up that I went to grad school in Boston. Michele's boyfriend was living in Boston and she was going to visit (and interview, I learned later). So she pumped me for places to visit. Despite our different preferences in undergrad schools (She's a Red Raider, I know but I forgive her this fault ;-), we discovered we had a lot in common and formed a fast friendship. In fact a girl from her firm who happened to be at the same table called us BFFs, which we still laugh over. Sad thing is that she left me shortly after we met for Boston and her boyfriend. I guess if anyone can understand the draw of Boston, it's me.


Steph is my oldest friend. I don't even remember the first time we met it's been so long. We had English class together every year from 7th grade through senior year of high school. At 8th grade graduation, we wore the same dress, on accident. If anyone has embarrassing dirt on me, it's Steph. Summer after high school, I had gotten myself into a friends with benefits situation with an ex-boyfriend I was still in love with. One night things weren't going well and I called Steph crying. She came over to my house in the middle of the night to sit with me and just be supportive. We share a love of shoes and bags and often send each other links to pairs we think the other would like. We also would send each other links of boys we think the other would like. Currently, she lives in LA and when she moved, I thought she would never move back to Texas. So when she told me she couldn't wait to move home, I was elated. And now I'm counting down the days until she's back.

So thanks ladies, friends, sisters... for being there and for being the best girlfriends I could ever hope to have.