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Friday, November 6th, 2009
10:06 am	Huey and Dewey Do Home Depot I had agreed to help Dad get a lawn mower from Home Depot before going to work today.  We get there, and getting out of the car, Dad says that we need one of those orange roller things to get the lawnmower to the car.  Why, I ask, it's got wheels Oh, no, he says, it comes in a box, and then he'll put it together. HOLY FUCKING SHIT, I respond.  You are terrible at putting things together.  Bad things happen when you try and put things together.  He says it's no problem to put together a lawn mower, he's put together many a lawn mower.  Oh, Mary Mother of God help us at the hour of his freaking death, Dad, even if you put 3 together yesterday, why not just get the kind that's already put together? I go to get the roller thing, and Dad says he needs some paint for the bathtub.  I tell him I'll meet him in the paint department.  I get the roller thing, go into the store, and see him, only a few yards ahead of me... walking right past the paint department.  I keep following, and he just keeps going.  Eventually I call out to him, and say he already passed the paint department.  It's on the wall, he tells me.  The Home Depot lady says that's in the paint department, and Dad says no, it's on this wall.  She walks with Dad over to another HD minion, who says maybe he knows what Dad is talking about, and takes him back, near the wall Dad had been aiming for, and shows him stuff, none of which is what Dad is talking about.  Dad starts swearing about how he knows where the God Damn thing is, he just can't get to it.  The guy finally says, I know where it is ... and takes Dad to the paint department.  Which is where it is.  Who had told him that?  Wait, that's right, it had been me. Now we get to the point of the outing, which is to buy a lawnmower.  Now Dad knew exactly what kind of lawnmower he wanted, found the spot where the lawnmower was ... and the big empty space of the boxes beneath the display.  Now Dad finds two employees to help us.  These two are much like Dad, in age, dignity, humor, and did I mention age?  It was decided we would get the display unit, which ~score!~ already put together.  The display wasn't a floor display.  That is, the display is a shelf, slightly higher than eye level.  These two guy, rich in years, get to wrestle this lawnmower down without breaking the lawnmower or themselves, while standing on a latter.  I spent most of the time staring determinedly in the other direction.  As Dad said, one of them is going to have a heart attack, getting us this lawnmower.  Yeesh!  Then Dad said he would go over and help them.  Oh fabulous joy, that's all the situation needed.  Fortunately, the got the mower down without incident, and before Dad could get there to help. After checking out came the third and final stage of the shopping spree, getting the mower into the trunk of the car.  One of the chronologically gifted HD men made a call for help, but then he said that we could get it into the car before the guy showed up.  And by "we" of course, he didn't mean me.  No woman was going to get her hands dirty (metaphorically speaking, the mower was actually spotless) while he was around.  I found out later he was retired military.  As we get out to the car with the mower, a young, large, S*T*R*A*P*P*I*N*G man sees venerable man 1 and 2 getting ready to lift machinery into the trunk, and comes bustling over.  Hallelujah!  It's mostly sticking out, but Dad keeps saying it'll do, it'll do, he's got a bungee cord that he's going to attach to the trunk lid (not the mower, mind you) and everything will be fine.  I am not sure, to put it mildly.  I envisioned the mower flying out the back, not only wasting Dad's money, but also creaming anyone who happens to be behind us at the time. I fiddle with the mower, and it slides much deeper into the trunk, instantly making the trip hom one thousand times safer than a second before.  I think rip the car keys out of my father's hand, tell him repeatedly and insistently to get in the passenger's side door, saying things to the effect of "Why won't anyone listen to me!  Look at that, look at how much safer that is.  I'm driving, get in!  If people would just listen to me, things would be BETTER."  It must have been fairly funny, and very confusing. We finally got home, new lawnmower still in the trunk, and I then got to go to a typical 12 hour Friday shift at the theater.  I laughed, thinking of our adventure, during every single one of those 12 hours.  It really was quite hilarious. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 4th, 2009
3:12 pm	Temporally misplaced My friend Susan called me up this afternoon, and we were talking, when she asked if we should go out to lunch tomorrow.  I said, no, that since tomorrow is Friday, I'll be at the theater all day.  She said tomorrow is Thursday, and I said no, today is Thursday.  I couldn't find a newspaper, so I ended up going to the television to find out that she was quite correct, today is Wednesday, I have a whole day more before I have to go to work.  We laughed a bit, then I said, "Well, maybe I got confused, because yesterday was such a long day."  Or rather, that's what I meant to say.  What I actually said was, "Well, maybe I got confused, because tomorrow was such a long day." At which point I figured I was just unstuck in time, and a nap was in order. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, October 29th, 2009
9:47 am	It's not easy, being green When it comes to dishes, I have a problem. Twice, in a very short amount of time, I've had to choose between paper dish/cup vs. washable plate/cup.  This has started to spiral my inner tree hugger.  Which is better; which is worse? Paper goes to the landfill, which is a horrible, overflowing situation.  It also contributes to air pollution, since paper plants are some of the foulest and most fouling places on the planet.  So, use the real dishes. Real dishes need to be washed, which uses water and electricity, both of which we (tree-huggers, that is) are trying to use less of, especially water.  So, use the paper ones. I'm not saying my life is grinding to a halt over this, but it's just one of those situations where you kind of want a clear-cut answer, because you're tying to do the right thing. (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, September 28th, 2009
10:58 am	Kids These Days I was taking Hoover for a morning walk the other day, and we passed two young boys on bikes, in their own yard.  They were staring at Hoover, and I asked "Would you like to pet him?"  They said yes, and I said, "Well, I think that can be arranged."  They climbed off their bikes, patted him on the head once, and in unison turned and went back to their bikes.  Even their Mom said, "Well, that was fast." I'm just saying, back in my day, free doggie play would have gone on much longer.  I blame video games and new math. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, September 27th, 2009
7:26 pm	Abandoned Backpacks and Funnies (or not.) We had a old man come to the theater with a backpack on.  A few hours later a woman knocked on the box office door, and told me that she was very nervous, there had been a backpack left unattended and it had been there for quite awhile.  Turns out she is from New York, and had lived through 9/11.  We had both noticed the old man who brought it in, but it was still making her very nervous.  I said no problem!  I would put it in lost and found, as I was pretty sure little old guy didn't have anything dangerous in there.  I grabbed it and started hauling it to the box office, and said "Besides, if I'm wrong, the only people hurt will be me and GWWATT." She said, "Oh, we don't want that!  Who would tell us which movies to watch?"  I laughed, and went back into box.  When I told GWWATT what I had said, he said, "What's this?  Don't I get a vote? I don't want to be one of the two casulaties." It may be a sign of family humor that getting myself blown up could be a source of amusement. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, September 26th, 2009
11:03 am	You Know You Text A Lot When Angel sent me a text.  Since I was driving, I didn't text back, but called her instead (I know I'm not supposed to talk on the phone while driving.)  When I called her back I could hear her mom in the background. Angel: I'm talking to Jenna AM: Talking?  As in speaking with her?  Not texting? Angel: Yeah, I'm talking to her on the phone. AM: Is she alright?  What's wrong?  Apparently we text so much, that only emergencies warrent actual conversation.  Pretty funny, I'm not quite that bad. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, September 20th, 2009
8:29 pm	Theater Funny A woman came back to me a few minutes after purchasing a ticket.  "I gave you a ten," she said, "and you gave me change as if I had given you a twenty."  She handed me $10.  "Well, thank you so much," I said.  "What movie are you in?"  She told me, then I said, "I'm going to count down my drawer, and if you're right, it's all great, and if I was right when I gave you the change, I'll come and find you." Now, getting the drawer counted down was funny in and of itself, Keystone Cops style, but eventually I determined that I needed to give this woman back her ten bucks -- which I did. Back in box, GWWATT asked, "What'd she say?"  "She said, 'Really?'"  "And you found her in the dark?"  "Yes, I did." "So, in other words, you might have just gone up to a random person and handed them $10.  That's what I'd say.  I'd say "Really?" if someone just handed me money. Then I'd put it in my pocket." (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 16th, 2009
11:08 am	Well, I think it's funny I've had my movie from netflix for almost 3 months. Dracula, 1979, Frank Langella.  I don't know why I never got around to watching it, but I just now did. Holy smoot, this is one sexy Dracula!  Even while being so 70's it occasionally makes my eyes cross.  Even though I had to restart it, because I was still trying to fit the book characters into the characters in the movie (it's like they played jumble with the characters names.) And then it just stopped.  The disc is scratched so badly it cannot play, I tried it on two different players.  So now that I AM watching it, and WANT to be watching it, I can't.  That hits my funny bone. I reported it to Netfix, kinda expecting a note along the lines of "You've had this for 3 months, and are only now discovering this problem?"  I didn't get that note.  Then I thought, they really should send me a note saying "Thank you for 3 months worth of donations!" (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 15th, 2009
9:39 pm	First Time for Anything I was driving to a friends the other day, and heard on the radio they were having a contest.  If you give them the last 4 digits of your phone number, and the computer picks those numbers, they will give you $50,000. I have never entered a radio contest. Until now. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
12:06 pm	Twitter, here I come! My nursing program just sent my score, and said that up to date info will be available online, oh and by twitter.  Geez, I've been fighting it for awhile now, but if nursing school is doing it ... (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, September 6th, 2009
9:18 pm	Love is scrambled eggs and coffee It is actually impossible for me to be in the state of not running late.  Sure, people say get up half an hour earlier, but getting out of bed is part of the damn problem. This morning I wanted to get to the gym before work.  I knew what time I would need to leave to get there, get my workout in, and get to work.  That time came and went.  I wandered into the kitchen, and mentioned in passing to mom that I had dinkered around until it was too late to exercise.  She said that if I left right away, I could probably still do it. Away I went to gym, worked out, and got home all sweaty, late, and going mach 5.  And, of course, Hoover was in a rambunctus mood, getting in my way, and attacking my shoelaces, slowing me down.  I had nothing to eat, either before or after my workout.  I knew I would be one unhappy camper soon, but had no time between showering and leaving. Dad set up the coffee maker, so I could bolt down a cup.  Mom, with me hollering I was out of time, took the time to scramble me two egg whites, so I could inhale them on my way out the door. It turned a morning that was plummeting downhill into a great one!  Thanks Mom and Dad, I love you too.   (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, September 4th, 2009
9:03 am	Cars I am nowhere near a point in my life in which I'd be able to buy a new car.  I know this, I understand this, I even accept this.  I do, however, like to torture myself by going to car sites and looking at all the cars that I like, and cannot have.  Don't ask me why, building all these custom cars (which don't have the flipping headliner coming down, unlike my own vehicle!) brings me pleasure.  Even though, by the time I can actually afford a new car, they will no longer be the kind I'm gazing at now.  Shoot, by the time I can get one, it's possible the new lines will be of the flying variety. Where are the manual transmissions?  I've been looking at SUVs, and none of them offer freaking stick shifts!  I mean, these are cars DESIGNED to go out in the wilds, where having the extra control would come in handy.  Now, I realize only a small percentage of people who own SUVs actually need SUVs for rough driving, (like me, for example,) but still!  Do cars have trends, or are stick shifts endangered? (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 26th, 2009
12:08 pm	Twitter I don't twitter yet, (or as I usually say it, I'm not a twit yet.)  What I do like to do, however, is when someone referenced a twitter account, I go link exploring.  Cabin 77 referenced Nathan Fillion, and I went jumping to see who HE followed, and so forth and so on. And then I wonder why all the stuff I want to get done, doesn't get done.  It's the cyber equivalent of "Oooo, shiny." (1 Comment |Comment on this)
12:07 pm	Difference between Cat and Dog I was planning out my day alound.  The difference between a cat and a dog is that the dog will at least pretend to listen to you. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 22nd, 2009
10:38 am	Walnut Creek Metro Park Took Hoover to a new (to us) off leash dog park this AM.  Hoover is supposed to be learning how to interact with other dogs. The other dog parks I have been to have been DOG parks. The owners sit around while the dogs cavort, with potential to gambol. Or the kind of dog park where you are meant to walk around with your dog, but the purpose is, once again, for the dog to cavort (potential to gambol.) Now let me tell you about Walnut Creek Metro Park.  This is an off the leash park that is for you to HIKE your butt around with your outdoor loving dog.  You can bicycle too, as long as you like to bike OFF THE BEATEN PATH.  How to tell you're at the wrong place #1 -- Every other person you see ambulatory is in HIKING APPAREL.  I was wearing my sandals. How to tell you're at the wrong place #2 -- there's a FREAKING CLIFF next to the path you're on.  Now, I realize this is Austin, the highest cliff is leg breaking height rather than "have time to scream yourself hoarse before you hit bottom" height, but it was still startling when you are expecting one kind of park, and getting very much another.  How to tell you're at the wrong place #3 -- I saw no other dogs but lots of people on high end mountain bikes going 50 mph. Hoover loved, loved it, most likely because it's off the leash (which he never gets to do) and there were no other dogs there.  (I think we took the wrong path, but we went down the one that was pointed out to us as having the most shade.)  I thought Hoover had good recall.  No, it turns out Hoover has great recall when Hoover damn well feels like having great recall.  That time is NOT when he's in a park with no other dogs, off the leash, with OMG new and interesting smells.  I prob shouldn't get my feelings hurt that he didn't come when I called him, but I did. How did I get him out of there, you ask?  Three guys on shitz-tzu eating bikes came down the path, going around the fat chick in sandals and chubby dog who won't get out of the middle of the freaking path!  When the first one roared past Hoover, Hoover RAN HIS CHUBBY BUTT BACK TO ME.  I thanked the bike guys, but don't think they know why.  It's all fun and games until the scary monsters come out. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, August 17th, 2009
10:49 pm	Precious Went and saw "500 Days of Summer" today, which is a really great movie about a relationship between a man who believes in love and a woman who doesn't.  Not the point of the post, however. Before my movie, I saw a preview for the movie "Precious."  This is one of the most powerful previews I've ever seen.  By the end of it, tears were streaming down my face (not that rare,) and I realized I couldn't breathe, (extremely rare.)  I'm not actually sure I'm strong enough to watch the movie.  I hope I am.  No, wait, I think it might be a film rather than movie.  Anyway, here's the trailer, if you want to see what I mean. http://www.apple.com/trailers/lions_gate/precious/ (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, August 16th, 2009
10:45 am	Omelets Mom showed me a clip from a Julia Child show, on how to make an omelet.  It was a lot of fun, and really made me want to make and eat omelets.  I was thinking how great it was that a movie (Julie & Julia) could motivate people to unearth this gem. In the show JC plugs the book "The Art of Omelet Making" and I looked for it on amazon.com.  No love, so I went to a straight google search. Up popped about a hundred hits.  None for the book, all of the Julia Child episode.  So much for unearthing a gem, it's been front and center THE WHOLE TIME.  Sometimes I have to laugh at my own assumptions.  Just because I didn't know about it, doesn't necessarily mean it hasn't been there.  So, wait, I'm not the center of the universe?  Well, damn! (Comment on this)
Monday, August 10th, 2009
9:16 pm	The Life You Save The #1 kind of diabetes amongst juveniles is Type II diabetes. The #1 cause of juvenile Type II diabetes is juvenile obesity. Wendy's fast food is having a fund raiser for juvenile diabetes.  If you make a donation, they'll give you a free milkshake. Yowza. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 8th, 2009
11:30 am	GI Joe It's a gloriously fun, bad movie.  You know what I mean?  It is by no stretch of anyone's imagination a good movie: some of the effects are cheezy, some of the dialouge is cheezy, some of the plot points are downright silly ... but damn if I don't want to see it again! And, of course, the whole thing is made worth your while by Snake Eyes, played by the martial arts genius Ray Parks. Little trivias: This was directed by Stephan Sommers.  He said it was the closest he will ever get to directing a Bond film, so bear that in mind.  Also, most of the cast of Mummy makes an appearance.  AND (and this is unconfirmed) when Brenden Frasier shows up, you see a tattoo on his arm.  I'm thinking that's the tattoo that marked him as the chosen one in Mummy 2.  Maybe not, maybe it's some kind of GI Joe tat, but I'd be willing to put money on it! Anyway, I'll do a proper review on my site "TV_MovieGoddess" on LJ, but that won't be until later, and I wanted to put the word out.  Fun summer flick here, do with it as you will. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 5th, 2009
2:41 pm	Gotta love the internet Use a machine to get to a human.  There's something wrong there, but I don't know what it is.  Anyway, I found this site which tells you what prompts to hit on a phone tree to get to a real, live, human-type being! www.gethuman.com (2 Comments |Comment on this)