Ok, now that I've been finished school for a whole week, I've actually accomplished some things with my life. I ordered my diploma, started transferring some of my old VHS home movies onto DVD, worked on some Family Tree stuff, and my house is pretty much finished with being decorated for Halloween. I found out for the price of 2 pizzas and some beer, Mikey and Delvaux will actually come over and deck out my house with all their old Halloween stuff. Pretty good deal.
I've decided to carve a somewhat complicated pumpkin this year. Delvaux said instead of a Masters in Organizational Management, I should have a Masters in Pumpkin Carving. So with my MCP, I'm gonna make one of these: http://www.pumpkinmasters.com/patternbooks.html. Basically, I'm going to have to carve one pumpkin and then stick it inside of another carved pumpkin to make sort of a wierd 3D effect. I'm kinda psyched about the whole thing.
I also found out that in order to cater to us Gen-Xers, they have come up with Lite Brite (called Fright Lights) for pumpkins http://www.pumpkinmasters.com/kids.html. You hammer these plastic thingys into the pumpkin and when you light it from the inside, you get this Lite Brite effect. It looks kinda stupid, but I like the concept. I wonder if Mikey's pixelblocks would look cooler hammered into a pumpkin?
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
No more pencils, no more books...
Wow. I'm officially finished with school. Amazing. I feel so... useless! What am I going to do when I get home from work now? How will I fill up my weekends? I guess I'll actually have to go out and DO stuff.
So anyway, Ed had a great point. I was telling him today on IM that I finished school today and he said that everyone has to call me "Master Michelle" from now on. If people get their PhDs, they are called "Doctor", so what's wrong with people calling me "Master" after I get my MA? After all, I deserve to get SOMETHING for my two and a half years of studying and $20K.
So anyway, Ed had a great point. I was telling him today on IM that I finished school today and he said that everyone has to call me "Master Michelle" from now on. If people get their PhDs, they are called "Doctor", so what's wrong with people calling me "Master" after I get my MA? After all, I deserve to get SOMETHING for my two and a half years of studying and $20K.
Friday, October 15, 2004
...and Bingo was his name-o...
Well, I just got back from my first experience with Bingo--ever. I must say, I was very apprehensive at first when my friend called me up...
"Hey, Michelle! They're having Bingo at South Riding Town Hall tonight. We should totally go!"
"I dunno. Isn't it a bunch of old people?" I asked.
"No!! It's South Riding! There are no old people in South Riding!" my friend said with confidence.
So we ventured out with our other friend Daynah. Three brave souls attempting to conquer the world of Bingo. As we entered, we were greeted by two 70 year old women.
"Are you members?" she asked.
My friend Daynah said no, it was our first time and we were promptly instructed to pay the full fee of $7 (as opposed to the $5 member fee) and fill out name tags. We filled them out dutifully and Daynah put her alias, "Cookie" on hers. I guess she didn't want to reveal her true identity to the shady underworld of Bingo. All three of us got 4 cards each, thinking that was the "thing to do".
As we sat down, we were greeted by more eager 70 year olds--their eyes gleaming at the sight of three 20 somethings.
"Ooooo... FOUR CARDS! You guys must play a LOT!" they would exclaim. Little did we know we were the ONLY ones with four cards. Everyone else had two or three.
It was about 15 minutes into chatting with the 70 year olds that we realized where we were. This Bingo night was for the "Primetimers Club" and apparently was a regular thing. We started giggling as the Primetimers kept referring to Daynah as Cookie and they proceeded to offer us baked goods that they had brought for this special occassion. The leader started off telling jokes and apologized for the last Bingo night being cancelled. Apparently, they had to cancel because she was in the hospital for some ailment. They then exchanged tidbits on how you can get cheaper prescription drugs at Costco and you don't even have to be a member! And apparently, stamps are 25 cents cheaper a roll at Costco than if you were to buy them at the post office. "Amazing!" the primetimers gasped at this knowledge.
The worst part of the evening was when Stacy turned to me and said, "Do you realize you have a gray hair?" As she plucked it out, I almost cried! My first gray hair is found in a BINGO HALL during a PRIMETIMERS meeting. It was all too much.
All in all, between the 3 of us and our 12 cards, we ended up winning 7 games for a grand total win of $18. We were the envy of the hall as there were only about 10 games or so played total.
It was fun. It was cute. But I don't think I want to be an official "Primetime Member" for a long long time.
"Hey, Michelle! They're having Bingo at South Riding Town Hall tonight. We should totally go!"
"I dunno. Isn't it a bunch of old people?" I asked.
"No!! It's South Riding! There are no old people in South Riding!" my friend said with confidence.
So we ventured out with our other friend Daynah. Three brave souls attempting to conquer the world of Bingo. As we entered, we were greeted by two 70 year old women.
"Are you members?" she asked.
My friend Daynah said no, it was our first time and we were promptly instructed to pay the full fee of $7 (as opposed to the $5 member fee) and fill out name tags. We filled them out dutifully and Daynah put her alias, "Cookie" on hers. I guess she didn't want to reveal her true identity to the shady underworld of Bingo. All three of us got 4 cards each, thinking that was the "thing to do".
As we sat down, we were greeted by more eager 70 year olds--their eyes gleaming at the sight of three 20 somethings.
"Ooooo... FOUR CARDS! You guys must play a LOT!" they would exclaim. Little did we know we were the ONLY ones with four cards. Everyone else had two or three.
It was about 15 minutes into chatting with the 70 year olds that we realized where we were. This Bingo night was for the "Primetimers Club" and apparently was a regular thing. We started giggling as the Primetimers kept referring to Daynah as Cookie and they proceeded to offer us baked goods that they had brought for this special occassion. The leader started off telling jokes and apologized for the last Bingo night being cancelled. Apparently, they had to cancel because she was in the hospital for some ailment. They then exchanged tidbits on how you can get cheaper prescription drugs at Costco and you don't even have to be a member! And apparently, stamps are 25 cents cheaper a roll at Costco than if you were to buy them at the post office. "Amazing!" the primetimers gasped at this knowledge.
The worst part of the evening was when Stacy turned to me and said, "Do you realize you have a gray hair?" As she plucked it out, I almost cried! My first gray hair is found in a BINGO HALL during a PRIMETIMERS meeting. It was all too much.
All in all, between the 3 of us and our 12 cards, we ended up winning 7 games for a grand total win of $18. We were the envy of the hall as there were only about 10 games or so played total.
It was fun. It was cute. But I don't think I want to be an official "Primetime Member" for a long long time.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Sorry, Tommy-- I Couldn't Resist
tommyboy7981: so i'm watching the debate last night
tommyboy7981: and it ends
Mr Nutty37: woo-hoo!
tommyboy7981: (yes, that was the highlight...) so i'm flipping thru post-debate commentary
Mr Nutty37: right
tommyboy7981: and for some asinine reason cnn has wolf blitzer standing in front of a million screaming ASU students
Mr Nutty37: um. ok.
tommyboy7981: virtually all of them have mass-produced kerry placards...
Mr Nutty37: well, wasn't the debate at ASU?
Mr Nutty37: right
tommyboy7981: and then there's this one guy w/ a white poster right over wolf's right shoulder and, written in black magic marker, it simply states...
tommyboy7981: Kerry Eats Babies
Mr Nutty37: LMAO
tommyboy7981: i was like OMGWTF
Mr Nutty37: dude, that is awesome
tommyboy7981: and it ends
Mr Nutty37: woo-hoo!
tommyboy7981: (yes, that was the highlight...) so i'm flipping thru post-debate commentary
Mr Nutty37: right
tommyboy7981: and for some asinine reason cnn has wolf blitzer standing in front of a million screaming ASU students
Mr Nutty37: um. ok.
tommyboy7981: virtually all of them have mass-produced kerry placards...
Mr Nutty37: well, wasn't the debate at ASU?
Mr Nutty37: right
tommyboy7981: and then there's this one guy w/ a white poster right over wolf's right shoulder and, written in black magic marker, it simply states...
tommyboy7981: Kerry Eats Babies
Mr Nutty37: LMAO
tommyboy7981: i was like OMGWTF
Mr Nutty37: dude, that is awesome
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
IMA ESTJ?
Ok, so I took Alison's personality test that was on her site. And get this -- it says I'm an ESTJ!! What the heck?! So now I have to figure out what I really am. If I have dumped the Intuitive part of me and exchanged it for a Sensing side, then I need to seriously consider getting a new license plate.
I have noticed that over the past year or so that I've gotten more considerate and compassionate. I don't know if I'm mellowing out, or if I'm actually just becoming a better person. At any rate, the license plate has to go.
I'll be taking suggestions on what I should get instead. My friend Karsten has suggested "IMA LIAR" since he claims I've been lying to everyone about my personality type.
I have noticed that over the past year or so that I've gotten more considerate and compassionate. I don't know if I'm mellowing out, or if I'm actually just becoming a better person. At any rate, the license plate has to go.
I'll be taking suggestions on what I should get instead. My friend Karsten has suggested "IMA LIAR" since he claims I've been lying to everyone about my personality type.
Almost Done.
Ok, so Mike had a good point. Who the hell cares if my blog sucks? It's MY blog and I'll write whatever I want, whenever I want. Now I just have to figure out what to write about...
Monday, October 11, 2004
Done.
Ok, in typical Michelle fashion, I am officially bored of having a blog. Like everything else I attempt, once I realize that I am not perfect at something, I tend to quit doing it. There is something quite unappealing at being mediocre at everything. I will now attempt to list all of the things that I have started but then quit once I found out I sucked:
- Painting (anyone want some canvases and acrylics?)
- Cake making (I got about 100 Wilton tips)
- Poetry (I think I hit my peak 5 years ago with a poem about Mike in a cubicle making me feel like shit)
- Scrapbooking (I got as far as buying all the supplies, but never started a book)
- Acting (Got the lead in every play, then my freshman year of college was kicked out 2 days before opening night because of my lack of "maturity")
- Making this list (I have more, but I suck at thinking of more things)
Let's just hope my wife and child rearing skills don't poop out on me. I'd hate to have half of a marraige - or even worse, half of a kid.
- Painting (anyone want some canvases and acrylics?)
- Cake making (I got about 100 Wilton tips)
- Poetry (I think I hit my peak 5 years ago with a poem about Mike in a cubicle making me feel like shit)
- Scrapbooking (I got as far as buying all the supplies, but never started a book)
- Acting (Got the lead in every play, then my freshman year of college was kicked out 2 days before opening night because of my lack of "maturity")
- Making this list (I have more, but I suck at thinking of more things)
Let's just hope my wife and child rearing skills don't poop out on me. I'd hate to have half of a marraige - or even worse, half of a kid.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
The Broken Heart vs. The Bleeding Heart
Well, I have just finished watching the VEEP debates and I must say, that I think the best thing that could have happened during that debate is the fact that Cheney finally addressed Halliburton. As a die-hard right wing conservative, I will say with a heavy heart that even I started to believe all of the CRAP that the democrats have been spewing about Halliburton. I honestly even started to second guess my love for Cheney. However, when Cheney told the American public tonight to find the truth about Halliburton at www.factcheck.org, I jumped for joy. Finally! An independent third party site that addresses the actual FACTS behind Halliburton.
I got online immediately and for the next hour, I was not able to get on because the server was so bogged down. I am glad that there are other Americans out there seeking the truth as well.
I won't go into details about the rest of the debates or even politics in general, but I will say that I am glad that my faith in Cheney has been restored.
I got online immediately and for the next hour, I was not able to get on because the server was so bogged down. I am glad that there are other Americans out there seeking the truth as well.
I won't go into details about the rest of the debates or even politics in general, but I will say that I am glad that my faith in Cheney has been restored.
Monday, September 20, 2004
IMA ENTJ
At least that's what my license plate says. For those of you who aren't familiar with Myers-Briggs, it's a test that you can take that determines what type of personality you are. Apparently, there are 16 different types of people in this world and my type just so happens to be an ENTJ.
Since determining my personality type, I have discovered that the ENTJ is the most difficult person to get along with. I have found myself in heated battles with other ENTJs and I have found that I just don't like very many of them. The reason for this is that ENTJs are vocal, opinionated, stubborn and anal. To top it off, they love to be the center of attention. I would not be surprised if 80% of blogs were written by ENTJs. What better way to show off your stubborn opinions by creating an obnoxious blog all about you?
At any rate, I'm glad my husband is an INTP. Apparently, the best pairing for a vocal, opinionated, stubborn and anal personality is someone that is quiet, doesn't care about anything and is terribly unorganized. That's my husband.
In case you're interested in finding out what type of personality you are (God rest your soul if you are an ENTJ!) you can go here: http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes1.htm. Once you have found out what type you are using this free test, go to this site: http://www.personalitypage.com. This is probably the best site I have found regarding Myers-Briggs.
Here's a sample of the pitfalls of being an ENTJ from the Personality Page:
There is not much room for error in the world of the ENTJ. They dislike to see mistakes repeated, and have no patience with inefficiency. They may become quite harsh when their patience is tried in these respects, because they are not naturally tuned in to people's feelings, and more than likely don't believe that they should tailor their judgments in consideration for people's feelings. ENTJs, like many types, have difficulty seeing things from outside their own perspective. Unlike other types, ENTJs naturally have little patience with people who do not see things the same way as the ENTJ. The ENTJ needs to consciously work on recognizing the value of other people's opinions, as well as the value of being sensitive towards people's feelings. In the absence of this awareness, the ENTJ will be a forceful, intimidating and overbearing individual. This may be a real problem for the ENTJ, who may be deprived of important information and collaboration from others. In their personal world, it can make some ENTJs overbearing as spouses or parents.
Aren't you glad you aren't married to me? :)
Since determining my personality type, I have discovered that the ENTJ is the most difficult person to get along with. I have found myself in heated battles with other ENTJs and I have found that I just don't like very many of them. The reason for this is that ENTJs are vocal, opinionated, stubborn and anal. To top it off, they love to be the center of attention. I would not be surprised if 80% of blogs were written by ENTJs. What better way to show off your stubborn opinions by creating an obnoxious blog all about you?
At any rate, I'm glad my husband is an INTP. Apparently, the best pairing for a vocal, opinionated, stubborn and anal personality is someone that is quiet, doesn't care about anything and is terribly unorganized. That's my husband.
In case you're interested in finding out what type of personality you are (God rest your soul if you are an ENTJ!) you can go here: http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes1.htm. Once you have found out what type you are using this free test, go to this site: http://www.personalitypage.com. This is probably the best site I have found regarding Myers-Briggs.
Here's a sample of the pitfalls of being an ENTJ from the Personality Page:
There is not much room for error in the world of the ENTJ. They dislike to see mistakes repeated, and have no patience with inefficiency. They may become quite harsh when their patience is tried in these respects, because they are not naturally tuned in to people's feelings, and more than likely don't believe that they should tailor their judgments in consideration for people's feelings. ENTJs, like many types, have difficulty seeing things from outside their own perspective. Unlike other types, ENTJs naturally have little patience with people who do not see things the same way as the ENTJ. The ENTJ needs to consciously work on recognizing the value of other people's opinions, as well as the value of being sensitive towards people's feelings. In the absence of this awareness, the ENTJ will be a forceful, intimidating and overbearing individual. This may be a real problem for the ENTJ, who may be deprived of important information and collaboration from others. In their personal world, it can make some ENTJs overbearing as spouses or parents.
Aren't you glad you aren't married to me? :)
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Hand Me Downs and Halloween
Well, it's that time of year again. Halloween is approaching and all of the mothers out there are trying to find ways to reuse old costumes so they either don't have to spend money on new ones, or because they're too lazy to think of something creative. I'm sure you remember what that was like when you were a kid...
"Hey, Mommy! Can I be Cinderella for Halloween this year? Can I? Huh?"
"Um, darling... Mommy isn't sure how to make a Cinderella costume. But your brother has outgrown his Incredible Hulk costume from last year and I still have a lot of green paint. Why don't you just be the Hulk instead?"
"But MOOOOOOMMMMMMM"
"No buts!"
*sigh*
Some of my more memorable hand-me-downs were a Cheetah, an Army Soldier and a Bee Keeper. Don't ask me why we had an extra bee suit laying around. At any rate, probably the most used costume was a clown outfit my mother had made me. It managed to make the rounds with 4 different cousins over a period of about 6 years. Here are the photos to prove it:
"Hey, Mommy! Can I be Cinderella for Halloween this year? Can I? Huh?"
"Um, darling... Mommy isn't sure how to make a Cinderella costume. But your brother has outgrown his Incredible Hulk costume from last year and I still have a lot of green paint. Why don't you just be the Hulk instead?"
"But MOOOOOOMMMMMMM"
"No buts!"
*sigh*
Some of my more memorable hand-me-downs were a Cheetah, an Army Soldier and a Bee Keeper. Don't ask me why we had an extra bee suit laying around. At any rate, probably the most used costume was a clown outfit my mother had made me. It managed to make the rounds with 4 different cousins over a period of about 6 years. Here are the photos to prove it:
Memories...
The First Time I Got Drunk
or
Ode to Bacardi 151
(Iambic Monologue)
I don’t think that I should be doing this.
My arm…up down, up down, roooo-bot, roooo-bot.
I’m fine – I need another shot. Up down…
I shouldn’t drink that. Didn’t you realize
I loved you then? I did, I did…I did
not put that glass on that table. I need
some more water and some white bread. Oh no!
My Mom! I need to call my Mom and tell
her drinking’s not as bad as she – she thinks.
Dizzy…dizzy…dizzy… got to go… slow
motion. You’re moving sloooooow. Why does my heart
beat loud? Did you know I can sing in French?
Frere Jacques…croissant…and Perrier!
My head is so dizzy…the phone! I should
answer it soon. I think I should not let
it ring so much…it hurts my ears. A lot
of rummm. Bacardi…yummm. Oh no! My glass
is getting low. I think…I need…to drink
some more. Tooooo drunk…toooo…can you tell if I’m
too drunk? But I can sing in French! I’m fine!
I need water… that doesn’t have Rufees
in it, does it? Because Rufees are bad.
I think…I need…to lie…right here…
This is a poem I wrote after getting drunk for the first time about 5 years ago. It's kind of sad that I didn't get drunk until I was 20 years old. The other thing that's kind of sad is the fact that this poem really sucked.
or
Ode to Bacardi 151
(Iambic Monologue)
I don’t think that I should be doing this.
My arm…up down, up down, roooo-bot, roooo-bot.
I’m fine – I need another shot. Up down…
I shouldn’t drink that. Didn’t you realize
I loved you then? I did, I did…I did
not put that glass on that table. I need
some more water and some white bread. Oh no!
My Mom! I need to call my Mom and tell
her drinking’s not as bad as she – she thinks.
Dizzy…dizzy…dizzy… got to go… slow
motion. You’re moving sloooooow. Why does my heart
beat loud? Did you know I can sing in French?
Frere Jacques…croissant…and Perrier!
My head is so dizzy…the phone! I should
answer it soon. I think I should not let
it ring so much…it hurts my ears. A lot
of rummm. Bacardi…yummm. Oh no! My glass
is getting low. I think…I need…to drink
some more. Tooooo drunk…toooo…can you tell if I’m
too drunk? But I can sing in French! I’m fine!
I need water… that doesn’t have Rufees
in it, does it? Because Rufees are bad.
I think…I need…to lie…right here…
This is a poem I wrote after getting drunk for the first time about 5 years ago. It's kind of sad that I didn't get drunk until I was 20 years old. The other thing that's kind of sad is the fact that this poem really sucked.
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