Wednesday, May 9

Drum roll please

I have moved! For real this time. I know I was all talk for a while - well, let's be honest. I was all whiny. Blah blah blah, I don't like my blog layout, waaah. Sorry about that.

But I finally decided to up and leave Blogger and create a new site. I don't have a new domain name yet, but I figure I'll do it one step at a time. [Me, take things slowly? Unheard of.]


That, my friends, is where I will be. Somewhere over the rainbow.....

PLEASE update your blogrolls & visit me at my new site often. Thanks for your patience.

See ya!

Tuesday, May 8

too good to not share

It's funny because it's just such an accurate representation of people (guys specifically) from Mass.

Bro, bro. SERIOUSLY bro.



No talent ass clown-age

As you can see, there is no new layout. Yet.

See, the problem with having a Mac is that a lot of HTML code isn't recognized. [Did you see that? I totally sounded like I knew what I was talking about.]

So I tried to do some work on the layout at new job. I was careful and just worked on it during my lunch break....but still got jumpy when I heard footsteps coming towards my cubicle. I had a document related to work opened just so I could pop that screen up when and if someone came to talk to me.

"Hey there Bob. Just workin' on these TPS reports. Good times." {nervous laugh}

God I am SUCH a dork.

Also, I don't work with anyone named Bob. Not even remotely close. And I only wish we had TPS reports. Because then I could steal the copy machine and drive into work listening to "Damn it feels good to be a gangsta"

A girl can dream, can't she?

Be patient all. (All 7 of you. My blogging popularity is OVERWHELMING. Heh. I love you guys) A new layout is on its way. It's going to be fanTAStic.

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Monday, May 7

on the verge (of 1 AM)

Remember how I said that I was sick of my blog layout/template/everything about my blog that isn't the writing? I'd link you to that post, but I'm just too tired.

I am about to change the whole thing. And buy a domain name. *Deep breath*

And it's not even because I have THAT many readers....or that anyone is demanding change.

[how does one demand change on someone's blog anyway? i am picturing tiny icons, representing bloggers, holding signs that say "YOU ARE BORING" and "Give us a pretty layout or give us death!" what? i'm so f-ing tired.]

It's just that....I don't like looking at it. I know....this is all vanity. I don't even like TYPING the damn site name - I always forget the g in growing and end up with a site name that looks like I'm some girl in Alabama just writin' about the good ole days and that there's my mamma and here's my story of growin' up!


This whole thing is getting uprooted and moved. Soon. Possibly tomorrow?

I promise I'll provide details as to where you can find me. It'll probably be something like

if that is an actual site, I will cry with joy.

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Working girl

It has taken me all damn day to get up the nerve to log in to Blogger and post because today is my very FIRST day at my very NEW job.

And, I do not want to be dooced. [Yes, I did a wikipedia search on her. A little obsession never hurt anyone.]

But this is the kind of place where people wear jeans and flip flops to work on occasion and are not the least bit anal about when you leave/where you're going/how long you took for your lunch break. So. I think I'm safe.

So, new company so far is wonderful. New supervisor, awesome. Already have a small friend crush on her. New computer - holy crap. You should see this thing. Panel flat screen, 17 billion inch monitor, a gazillion giga somethings of megapixels....

Have I mentioned that my new job involves working with media companies?

Yeah. I have a lot of catching up to do.

Have I also mentioned that new company is located .34 miles from a Starbucks?

Looks like I will be unable, for the SECOND summer in a row, to kick my caffeine addiction.

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Friday, May 4

Dude. Friday!

You know that commercial with Sally Field and that once a month pill for osteoporosis? Boniva, I think it's called? So the first line of that commercial is...

"I was talking to my girlfriend about her osteoporosis treatment, and she told me she has to set aside time ONE morning a WEEK to take her pill. Then I told her about once monthly Boniva."

Ok. What? SET ASIDE time? To swallow a tiny pill once a week? How much time do you need?

"Oh sorry, I can't meet you for coffee, Marge. No, lunch is out too. I have to take my pill. Yeah, I'm in for the day."

This is not the only medicine that doctors have tried to make "more convenient." The Pill [you know the one I'm talking about] is now available in every possible form. You put a sticker on your ass and leave it on for an entire month - and boom. No baby for you. There's that Pill commercial where the girl is complaining that while the Pill once freed women and gave them sexual independence, it now WEIGHS us down! How can WE POSSIBLY be expected to swallow a pill the size of an an ameba EVERY day? God the chains of oppression that hold us down! We must rise up against this and demand a quicker way! We don't have TIME to swallow. Make an inhalable birth control so all we have to do is BREATHE and we are safe.

Kills me.

Speaking of ridiculous, go to and hit the get directions link. Type in San Francisco to Amsterdam. Line 29 is my favorite.


Thursday, May 3

Ode to...

Dear "Little" Brother,

Happy 15th Birthday! It is hard to believe that you are one year away from the legal age to drive. [Scary too.] I can still remember the day you were born - I was playing in the driveway with sidewalk chalk and hoping for a little sister. I decided that it was alright you were a boy when Mom first let me hold you. And now I'm so glad you were a boy. Mostly because you are a freaking awesome kid...but also because I didn't have to share clothes with anyone.

So my advice for the next year: 15 is sort of a tease of an age because you're not old enough to drive, vote, drink, buy porn or really anything fun. BUT the good part about being this age [and there is a good part, I swear] is that you have very few responsibilities. Once you drive, you have to worry about paying for gas and car repairs and you know, making sure you don't run over children or small animals. Then before you know it, you have college applications, jobs, bills, loans, obnoxious roommates....the list is endless. SO. Enjoy being 15. Enjoy doing lots of nothing while you can.

Hope you have a great birthday kiddo. I love you.

PS I sent your birthday card in the mail yesterday. probably won't get it until Saturday. Sorry about that. I suck at sending out things on time.

Dear Staff of OIEE,

Today was my LAST day ever as a staff member. I cleaned out my desk, took a few items with me (like the infamous water bottle that Kat stuffed with Starburst) and said goodbye. It hasn't hit me yet that I will no longer be working there - which is probably a good thing considering I generally becoming a weepy blubbering MESS when it comes to goodbyes and endings. The finality of things coming to an end always knocks me off my feet a little bit, a small reminder that the clock is always ticking.

It could never be expressed how thankful I am for the opportunity to work with such incredible people. You have all become a second family to me - a home away from home. Thank you for all the help, advice, gentle criticism, food, FOOD and more food you have provided throughout the past year.

Erica....there aren't enough words in the English language for this goodbye. You were just my favorite person on the planet to work with. Besides being my boss, you have become such an important person in my life. It is sort of insane to me how similar we are....even though being your mini-me never quite made sense ;) I really will miss you so much. You better not tell next year's intern that she/he is your favorite.

You have all provided me with an unforgettable experience, an unparallelled sense of pride, and support in one of the most tumultous years of my life. Please know that I will take all of this with me and always be jealous of future students who get the chance to work with you all. They have no idea how freaking lucky they are. [Make sure you tell them.]

I love you all.

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Wednesday, May 2

Project Sick: Day II

9 hours of sleep + cold meds = (apparently) feeling worse. Who knew?

Enough about my failure of an immune system.

My car radio has a small screen that tells you what song is playing on any given station. Normally, it comes across the screen a few words at a time.

Yesterday, I was listening to HJY and "You Can't Always Get What You Want" by the Stones was playing.

And my radio screen displayed this:

You Cant Alway's Gaet Wha:t You W'ant Ro'lli:ng Stoo;nes

I think I need to call Fergie Ferg asap. She is obviously an excellent speller. And could teach my radio a thing or two.

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Tuesday, May 1

Hack. Cough. and Rosie.

I'm a little sick. I think. Or it could just be a sneak attack of seasonal allergies that has caused my entire head to feel all balloon-y. But whatever it is, I feel ICKy. Icky and tired. Icky, tired, and stressed because there are 3 exams and a paper standing between me and graduation. Oh that and I have to explain to my landlord (who I don't think likes me very much and shows it in well, passive agressive ways.) that I can't give her the entire rent today. What a fun conversation that will be. I can just see it now, she will smile crookedly and say ok and then I will hear her doing laundry (in the room right next to mine) at 3:00 AM. Good times.

Does anyone else think it's both amusing and sad that Rosie is leaving The View? No? Ok. Me either.

I was a big fan of Rosie back when she had her own talk show and still pretended to be straight by having a fake crush on Tom Cruise. It was no surprise when she came out of the closet and personally I think her family (3 adopted kids, 1 biological son by her partner Kelli) is an inspiration to gay couples everywhere who want a family of their own. I know she has a very big mouth and says exactly what's on her mind without fear of retribution or backlash. But in the short time that she was on The View (which, I might add, was probably the most mind-numbing daytime talk show next to the Ebert and Roper movie review show on Sunday mornings) Rosie's presence and ability to bring controversial topics to the forefront without always worrying about being politically correct was what gave the show it's huge ratings boost.

So unless they replace Rosie with Donald Trump or Rupert Murdoch himself, I don't think the show will see any continued success. [Well, what the hell do you know? Absolutely nothing. Good point.]

Anyway, I am going to go back to preparing for my exams and praying for the sweet release of death....or for these cold meds to kick in. Whatever happens first.

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