Archive | August, 2003

Counter Googling

28 Aug

This is a fascinating article about Counter Googling. Googling (defined by this article as checking people’s backgrounds on the internet via search engine Google) is one of my favorite online activities, and it looks as though I’m not the only one who enjoys it.

The article brings up an interesting point for marketers… That companies can Google you in order to more effectively market to you. I guess I’m a standing target for this new scheme, considering I have a public blog. Anyway, here are some of my favorite quotes from the article:

“The art of ‘Googling’ — which started out as a useful tool for weeding out psychopaths from the online dating game and performing a quick double-check on an applicant’s claim about his or her astonishing career…”

“Best chance of hitting the data-jackpot? Three million or so bloggers: consumers who keep an Internet diary, revealing to all the world their commercial preferences, daily doings, recent holiday photos, habits and customs, family matters and what have you. And what about millions and millions of online resumes, showing detailed career paths, marital status and ‘life and work objectives’?”

It’s almost scary. I know I’ve had conversations at work about trying to use blogs as a marketing vehicle, but this really brings up a whole new vessel. At first I was thinking Oh, God, I’ve created a monster, knowing that my blog and portfolio are floating around in cyber-space. But then I started thinking that companies that can afford Counter-Googling probably have high end products or services. I mean, heck, it wouldn’t be so bad finding a CD or book from my wish list waiting for me in a hotel room some day!

Camel Races

28 Aug

I totally want to go to the Virginia City Camel Races next weekend. It’ll be tough to fit in, considering my brother is getting married that Saturday, but I think I’ll just have to sneak off for a few hours to catch a camel or ostrich race.

If you knew me in college, you know that I have a special affinity to Camels. This would be an excellent photo op!

Pontiac to the Rescue

27 Aug

You know, when I worked at General Motors, I would have told you that their customer service was worthless, but today, my entire opinion has changed.

I mentioned a few weeks ago that I had electrical demons in my car. Basically, when I use the remote lock/unlock buttons, my headlights would pop up and then grind shut. The repair was estimated at $600, and I was 3 months out of warranty.

I called a personal contact at GM, who just recommended I call Customer Assistance. I did so, completely expecting them to tell me to go fly a kite. Well, I got a call from Customer Assistance this morning informing me that the entire $600 bill would be covered under warranty. Woohoo! How cool is that?!

See, General Motors is the best car manufacturer. Besides the fact that I used to work for them, they totally took care of me as a customer, without me even having to beg for assistance from my former coworkers.

Thanks for the belated birthday present, GM!

Birthday Bouquet

27 Aug

Aren’t they pretty?!

My Birthday, by the Numbers

26 Aug

Today, I am 28.

This morning, at 6 a.m., I went for a 4.8 mile bike ride and ran across 12 wild mustangs.

When I came into work, I had 2 messages from 2 of my favorite people wishing me a happy birthday.

I have to work 8 hours today, and it will be another 4 years until my birthday falls on a weekend. (That sucks.)

1 year ago today, I celebrated my birthday with Mom in Paris. She took me to the Moulin Rouge, which was an excellent show.

2 years ago, my cat Murray tried to commit suicide by eating some stargazer lilies that had been given to me the day before. 250 dollars later, he had 2 shaved legs from the IV and was fine.

7 years ago today, I met the first man I ever loved, and 4 months later, he broke my heart.

20 minutes ago I had 1 beautiful bouquet of flowers delivered to me from 1 handsome and thoughtful man.

1 birthday lunch with the cutest couple I know in Nevada.

1 breakfast with 3 dishes that are Atkins Diet friendly, courtesy of the girls in the office.

1 table for 2 at dinner.

All in all, the 26th was 1 great day.

The Long Awaited Reunion Pics

25 Aug

I finally have some pictures to show from the infamous 10 Year High School Reunion. We took a lot more pictures, but for some reason (that probably had something to do with the alcohol I consumed), they didn’t turn out. I really wanted to show all of you the pictures of breakdancing, our class stripper that was on the Jenny Jones Show, and the Chicken Dance, but alas, those pictures will remain in my memory only. Here are the ones that turned out decent. Enjoy!

Me two-stepping to Funky Cold Medina with my ex-boyfriend’s twin brother who is now a bull rider.

I think David was saying “How does that camera work?”, and I demonstrated.

For some reason, when Amber and I drink together, we end up doing fake les81an (used numbers to fool search engines) k1ss3s for the camera.

Cheesing it up with Liz and Jen.

I felt the need to document that my friends Mike and David were wearing matching shirts…

And, one non-reunion pic… This is me and my goddaughter, Kylie Grace. I’m going to teach her to be just like me when she grows up.

Naked Rock Stackers

22 Aug

Last Friday, I went to the beach at Lake Tahoe with a friend. The beach we went to is known for being a nude beach, so we weren’t suprised to see a few women showing skin when we arrived.

However, there was one woman that really intrigued me. She had to be in her mid-40s, and she was bottom-less. (I think going bottom-less is pretty unusual, especially in a setting where you could get a lot of sand in places where sand isn’t meant to be.) She was completely shaved and had a huge glinting silver piercing down there…

The entire time we were at the beach, she methodically waded about 2 feet into the water, and was stacking rock upon rock until she had at least twenty rock stacks that were a few feet above the water.

She made quite a production out of this. She would spread her legs wide, and bend ALL the way over, making sure to give everyone a clear view of her you know what, and then would do almost a ballet dance step as she stacked the rock and then looked for another rock to stack.

I didn’t think much of this Naked Rock Stacker until a few days later. I looked out the window of my office earlier this week to discover similar rock stacks in the middle of the Truckee River. And then last night in Sparks, I stumbled upon a really cute guy stacking rocks in his front yard.

I had to wonder… Is there some symbolism of rock stacking that I just don’t know about? Is there some secret underground cult of Naked Rock Stackers?

My curiosity got the best of me, and I stopped and asked the cute, but dressed Rock Stacker, “Is there a specific reason why you’re stacking rocks, or are you doing it just for the hell of it?”

He looked at me like I was batty. Hell, I wasn’t the one stacking rocks.

“Just thought it looked cool.” He said.

I think he was just a wanna be Rock Stacker, since he was clothed and was doing it for no reason.

I’m going to get to the bottom of this. But I’m not going to go bottom-less to do it.

Push It

20 Aug

I was sitting innocently at my desk this afternoon, when Salt-N-Peppa’s Push It came on my Internet Radio. OK, the secret is out, I was listening to Absolute 80s.

I have a special affinity to this song. The first boy I ever kissed taught me the chorus…

Ohhhh, baby baby
Push it good
Push it real good

I was twelve, and was going on my first trip sans-parents to an out of town swim meet. We were in a van, and I sat in the seat in front of him… Brandon Godfrey. On our way to the meet, he for some reason felt the need to teach me the lyrics to Push It. I was a church going square who had never heard of that song.

The first night we arrived at our destination (some small town in New Mexico), I gathered with fellow swimmers in my age group in one hotel room. For some reason, we were unsupervised, and began to play a game of Truth or Dare.

I was dared to spend two minutes in the bathroom with Brandon. This is similar to ‘2 minutes in the closet’ that most kids do, but we didn’t have a closet in our hotel room.

We walked in, and he turned off the lights, and he kissed me. I was so grossed out. I felt accosted by his tongue, and remember he drooled a lot. I was so relieved when the rest of the kids yelled that our 2 minutes were up.

The worst part about it, though, was when we emerged from the bathroom, no one believed that I actually kissed him. That really pissed my twelve year old self off. I mean, I was making an honest effort to not be completely square, and no one acknowledged it. That was quite a sacrifice in the name of being accepted.

I didn’t think he was cute, and really wasn’t attracted to him… Ever… I mean, even after swimming with him for another four years after *the kiss*, I never thought much of him. But he goes down in that special part of my personal history as the first boy I ever kissed.

All of that because I was listening to Awesome 80s today. Talk about a time warp.

Rules for Men

20 Aug

OK, boys… Read this article and if you follow it, you’ll never be single again. My favorite rules include:

  • An unsolicited kiss is to a woman as free playoff tickets are to a man.
  • Even better: flowers on days that aren’t Valentine’s Day, anniversaries, or birthdays.
  • A good woman is as excited about a gift that costs nothing as she is about a gift that costs a lot.
  • Less than .05 percent of the male population is attractive enough to ignore chivalry, and most women over the age of twenty-five prefer to admire such men from a distance.
  • Women who have two or more brothers are less likely to be disgusted by you.

Now, where can I find a list like that for women?

Slutty Shoes

20 Aug

Inspired by Amber’s “slutty shoes” that I wore to our 10 Year Reunion, I ventured out to Payless yesterday. I walked, or should I say pranced, out of there with three new pairs of slutty shoes — two black platforms with three inch heels, and one tan pair of sandals with three inch heels.

I came home, and tried on my new shoes with all of those sundresses I haven’t been able to wear in years. After checking my reflection in every mirror in the house, I confirmed that the new shoes made my legs look dynamite. Va va voom, baby. Watch out!

Sharkfest Update

18 Aug

I have been training diligently for the Alcatraz Sharkfest next month, where my brother and I will swim from Alcatraz to San Francisco. I’ve trained in Lake Tahoe about five times, and swam in the American River outside of Folsom this past weekend. I know I’ll be prepared, but I think the actual race start will be riveting. You actually jump off of the ferry into the ocean. Check out this picture. Yikes!

Lights Out in Detroit

18 Aug

After hearing the news of the power outage last week, I called one of my former managers at GM to see what it was like when the power went out at the corporate headquarters, my former stomping grounds. This is what he had to say, typing while he was on a conference call (hence the short sentences)…

At a little after 4pm, the lights rapidly flashed on/off for about 10
Left conf room we were in.
Only late night lights on … 1 flourescent every 20 feet.
Listened to the a/c blower wind down.
We gathered at the window, saw the Rooney sign out,
the People Mugger {translation for non-Detroiters, the People Mover is a monorail that goes around downtown Detroit} was stopped above Woodward,
the traffic lights were out.
No announcement from facilities, we all just packed up and left.

I got out about 4:30 or so and into the car about 4:45pm.
No elevators … everyone walking down the stairs.
Several heavy, out-of-shapers were pausing for breath and water.
Gridlock on the roads.
Snaked my way to I-75 and crawled home.
EVERYone was trying to leave at the same time.

Got to Crooks and I-75 when I pulled off and parked at a gas station,
too afraid to go further and get stranded roadside.
Called home and left message that I’d wait for power but not sure how long
it’d be.
Asked if anyone could come with a gas can.
My darling wife came with 5 gallons and we eventually got home.
Waited only an hour for her and got home by 10pm.

Genesee County had power, but Wayne, Oakland, Macomb and Washtenaw didn’t.
That would be detroit, Rochester, Dearborn and Ann Arbor respectively.
People were coming into Genesee to buy gas and the lines were long until
Sat noon.

All in all, just another experience.
GM closed the Ren Cen Friday as it wasn’t powered.
By noon Sunday DTE said they had power available to 100% of customers.
No problems today and it’s in the 80s so the a/c is running.

Well said by my favorite manager of all times, Mike. He’ll be visiting me next month, and I can’t wait!


15 Aug

So I recently signed up to be a Vice President of the local American Marketing Association. I say ‘a Vice President’ because there are like 10 of us. I volunteered for the Communications position, thinking it would give me a chance to hone my copy writing skills and diversify my web minded self.

I had lunch with a few of the other VPs today, and met the VP of Web Content. I’m thinking that I will provide her with the content, and she’ll post all of that content (a well deserved break for a girl that posts content ALL DAY LONG). I asked her if she knew HTML, which is the basic language you need to know in order to work on the web.

“Oh, no, I just outsource all of that.”

Well, considering we don’t have a budget, we won’t be outsourcing, and it was decided that me, the VP of Communications, would really man the website, and she would just provide me with the content. So it’s a bit bass ackwards, but I guess it will work.

I’ve lately volunteered for a bit too much. I’m helping my water color instructor with her site, I have a freelance project on the side, and was volunteered by one of my organization’s execs to create a website for the new Reno Ice Dome.

I guess it’s all a good thing, considering I’ll have a bit more spare time on my hands. To make things more interesting, I start training to become an instructor for the University of Phoenix, where I’m hoping to teach MBA classes. At least that bit of extra work will pay, which will help me with the *gulp* significant increase in rent I’ll start paying next month.


14 Aug

I swear, I keep hearing Overkill by Men at Work multiple times a day. And it kind of describes how I’m feeling lately.

This song was featured in an episode of Scrubs, where the singer of this song kept following around the main character, Zach. It’s pretty ironic, because I also feel like I’m being followed around by this song that was popular in the 80s. Weird.

Overkill, by Men at Work

I can’t get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know will be alright
Perahaps its just my imagination

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It’s time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation

At least there’s pretty lights
And though there’s little variation
It nullifies the night
From overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

I can’t get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know will be alright
It’s just overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

One Gem In a Mound of Crap

12 Aug

Amber sent me this e-mail today, and I had to share:

“God, I have a problem.” “What’s the problem, Eve?”

“I know that you created me and provided this beautiful garden and all of
these wonderful animals, as well as that hilarious comedic snake, but I’m
just not happy.”

“And why is that Eve?”

“God, I am lonely, and I’m sick to death of apples.” “Well, Eve, in that
case, I have a solution. I shall create a man for you.”

“Man? What is that, God?”

“A flawed creature, with many bad traits. He’ll lie, cheat and be vain; all
in all, he’ll give you a hard time. But he’ll be bigger, faster and will
like to hunt and kill things. He will look silly when he is aroused, but
since you’ve been complaining, I’ll create him in such a way that he will

satisfy your physical needs. He will be witless and will revel in childish
things like fighting and kicking a ball about. He won’t be too smart, so he
will also need your advice to think properly.”

“Sounds great,” says Eve, with ironically raised eyebrows, “but what’s the
catch, God?”

“Well… can have him on one condition.”

“And what’s that God?”

“As I said, he’ll be proud, arrogant and self-admiring… you’ll have to

let him believe that I made him first. And it will have to be our little
secret…you know, woman to woman.

My 10 Year Reunion

11 Aug

Well, I survived, and actually had a pretty good time. More pictures are to come, but to get you started, I offer you the name tag I had to wear the entire night. Did I not mention I had huge hair?! I really hate it when people spell my name wrong, too. They sure managed to spell it right when they charged my credit card, but when it comes to my directory listing and my name tag, they omitted an ‘n’ for me.

Ok, so Saturday started off with the picnic. I went with my best friend, Amber, her husband, daughter, and her husband’s friend. We showed up about an hour after it started (fashionably late, of course), and when we first drove up, we didn’t see anyone there. We really thought we missed it, until Amber had the idea to go check out the pavilion at the East end of the park. We walked in, and there they were. About 30-40 of my classmates, their spouses, and a few kids running around. I looked right and spouted off a few names of people I recognized to Amber, and she looked left and did the same. We then assessed that there weren’t any chairs for us to sit and eat lunch, so we just walked out.

Ok, that was weird. But after we laid out a blanket under a tree, we saw two of our friends from our high school group walk up — David and Shabaka. David was the coordinator of the whole thing. We chatted with them a bit, and then another guy came up. I decided to get into the whole ‘reunion routine’, and I said ‘gosh, you look really familiar, but I don’t remember your name’. He said, ‘Yeah, well I remember you, Lynnette’. He turned out to be one of the bad boys from school, and had really changed his appearance. I was pretty surprised that a bad boy remembered me, lil’ miss goodie two-shoes.

David then gathered everyone back in the pavilion and had us go around the room and introduce ourselves and say what we’ve been doing for the last 10 years. It was really interesting, and a lot of people seemed to be doing well for themselves. A lot of people were there with their spouses, but a good number were stag, which made me feel better.

When they got around to me, I dove into my spiel, and all of a sudden, my knees were shaking, my voice was wavering, and I totally forgot to mention my graduate degree. I was pretty pissed at myself, thinking that I can give presentations to hundreds of people professionally, but there was something about these people that really got to me.

My ex-boyfriend from my freshman year was there, Elvis. He was looking really good, and was alone, so I went up to talk to him. I got in ‘So, you live in Nevada, too’ (he lives in Vegas) before another girl came up to say hello to me.

Other than that, there wasn’t much exciting about the picnic. We rushed to Amber’s house, got ready, and then came back into town. I wore a black cocktail dress with red flowers on it, and Amber gave me her ‘slutty shoes’ for the night — 3 inch strappy black heels. They really did look hot, but I wobbled a bit in them.

On the 45 minute drive back into Albuquerque from Amber’s house, I frantically tried to paint my toes red to match my dress. Amber did her best to warn me of bumps, but by the time I was done, I looked like my toes were bleeding severely. It was a horrible mess. Thankfully, I didn’t get any on Amber’s truck…

We were running pretty late, and had scheduled to have our make-up done at the mall. I called the make-up counters to tell them we were running late, and mine cancelled out on me. So while Amber got her makeover, I ended up doing my make-up in the truck, glopping it on over the sunscreen I had worn to the picnic. When I was finished, I went in to find her, and thankfully, the woman doing her make-up gave me some nail polish remover so that I could get all of the paint off of the skin around my toes. It seriously looked like a two year old had attempted to paint them.

We showed up about an hour late, and after we checked in, we stood in the entry. It was pretty nerve racking. I recognized people. They looked at me, I looked at them, and none of us moved. I then told Amber we were heading straight to the bar… While at the bar, a few girls caught up with us. One was a girl I hung around with a lot (Liz), and she looked GREAT. I actually didn’t recognize her at first. David then found us and offered to save us seats at a table, which helped ease my initial panic.

I told ‘David’ stories all through dinner for David’s wife, and he countered with a few stories about me that I’d forgotten (namely about when I put tampons all over his truck to embarrass him. I had put the instructions under his windshield wiper. Don’t worry, they weren’t used!!!). I reminded him of when he put porn pictures on stakes all throughout my parents’ lawn and then put a jock strap in our basketball hoop. He remembered walking into one of my mom’s hanging plants and breaking the terracotta pot with his (huge) head. And then Amber brought up the time we were trying to drag Shabaka down the hall at school, and he started screaming ‘Sexual Harassment!’ at the top of his lungs.

After dinner, we all sat at our tables and peered at each other. No one was really getting up to mingle. For a while, Amber and I buried our noses in the ‘Memory Book’, which had one page bios of a lot of our classmates. Our favorite was a girl that became a stripper, and claimed that she had been on the 10th Anniversary Jenny Jones Show titled ‘I used to be lame, but now this shorty has got game!’ She was cute, but the funny thing was that no one remembered her at all, including me.

I ran into the twin brother of my senior-year boyfriend. I was a bit disappointed that my ex wasn’t there, but his brother, Mike, was rather entertaining. Mike, who had been in football and was a bit of a preppy boy, is now a professional bull rider and announces at rodeos. He was all decked out in cowboy apparel. He was really sweet, and gave me the scoop on his brother, who now weighs 275 lbs and has a 7 year old son. I will soon post a picture of me two-stepping with Mike to Funky Cold Medina. I was laughing so hard I nearly peed myself.

Elvis made my heart skip a beat when he walked by and said ‘you look really good’. I later made my way over to talk to him, and he interrupted me mid-sentence to go talk to another guy. No ‘good-bye’ or ‘I’ll be right back’. He literally just up and left. So after inflating my ego, he successfully deflated it again. I was back to normal.

I also hung out a bit with a guy that came out of the closet when he was 20 and is now a chef. Amber and I had a blast seeing him, and dancing disco with him. He put on some great moves to ‘Brick House’.

We did the Electric Slide. We did the Chicken Dance. We made a train throughout the room. In essence, we made complete arses out of ourselves, but had a good time doing it. There was even a bit of break-dancing going on.

Here are a few quotes from the Memory Book. And if you went to Manzano, I’m making copies of it (I paid $15, but want to get my money’s worth), so shoot me an e-mail if you want a copy.

From the valedictorian, who now works at NASA: “I had the opportunity to do research in microgravity two-phase flow and flew an experiment on the NASA KC-135… I have been working in the Propulsion Research Center…I am doing experimental and theoretical work in nuclear power and propulsion systems that are planned for use in outer planetary missions…” (OK, now I feel really stupid. Am I the only person that needs a translator for that?!)

In a hand-written submission: “I enjoy computer tech.”

From a stay-at-home-mom: “I had (baby’s name) at home and underwater with no drugs; it was worth it…I plan to stay home, have more children at home and underwater and home-school them all.”

The bitchy class president: “Now I practice commercial and consumer litigation… Want to sue anyone?” Yeah, we still don’t like her.

From a girl I don’t remember: “I have played Mud Volleyball… for the past four years…”

From the cute guy that was always a bit slow: “I have been a proud parent of a health son for one month now.”

So I survived. I am glad I went, and would do it over again. I felt really good about my accomplishments, and felt good about the way I looked after all of my hard work this year. I even treated myself to some cheesecake and two alcoholic drinks. That may sound tame to you, but after 8 months of sobriety, those two drinks got me pretty looped!

To come later this week: pics of the reunion and of me and my Goddaughter, Kylie.


8 Aug

I always enjoyed the show Beverly Hills 90210. I think I especially enjoyed it because the characters were exactly my age, so they were always the same grade as me, went to prom the week before I did, graduated the week before I did, and went to college at the same time.

So need I say how excited I was last night to come across the 90210 10 Year Reunion show, as I was packing to go to my own 10 year reunion?! Well, that excitement quickly drained. I had expected it to be an actual show depicting the characters at their reunion, but it was just the actors sitting in one room reminiscing about the good ole days. But it was cool anyway. They were talking about the styles and hair of ‘the day’, which I’m sure will be a topic of conversation this weekend.

Well, I’m off. (Lost one more pound, too!) You’ll be sure to get the full details here early next week.


Hot Rods

8 Aug

As seen on the sign for a local strip club this morning:

“Hot Girls for your Hot Rod”

Now, I know that Hot August Nights (a huge car rally) is in town, but am I the only one who got a mental image of something other than a car when I first read that?!

Ready, Set, Reunite

7 Aug

My hair is freshly highlighted and trimmed and the eyebrows are waxed.

My new black dress is hanging in the closet.

Self-tanner has bronzed my skin.

I’ve dropped 22 pounds.

Ready or not, here I come.

Saturday is the big day — the 10 year high school reunion. I dug out the old high school yearbook last night to try to put faces to names again. Man, did I have big early 90s hair. Mom had convinced me to get a perm for my already naturally curly hair. My hair exceeds the boundaries of the actual yearbook photo. (The picture was taken slightly after I had gone to visit my grandparents, and the first thing grandpa said was ‘That sure is a lot of hair’.)

In the yearbook, I keep a letter that one of my teachers had us write right before graduation. The assignment was to write a letter to yourself 5 years in the future. That teacher then mailed the letter 5 years later. My letter depicts my anger at my prom date for not calling after the dance, how I enjoyed my group of friends, my love for my Camaro, and the hopes for owning a Corvette in the future. I had hoped to have received a Bachelor’s degree, and to be going to the bars and having a lot of fun.

I don’t think I let my 17 year-old self down. Starting at 18, I hung out at a lot of bars. I sold the Camaro after college, but then acquired the Trans Am a few years later. I managed to get two degrees instead of one. Not bad.

I only wish that I could now sit down and write back to my 17 year-old self. I have all kinds of advice for her.

Study hard your first semester in college so that you don’t lose that scholarship. Consider a college out of state. Do an exchange program to France. Major in something you love, not what your family expects you to study. Don’t get too wrapped up in the guy from Buffalo — long distance relationships never work. Those guys you’ll date in college — a few of them could be keepers. Don’t move to Michigan — it’s cold as hell there.

Oh well. I guess it’s too late now. It’s not that I’m NOT happy with the way things turned out. I could have just avoided a lot of heartache, and could possibly enjoy my career a bit more.

The Death of a Blog

5 Aug

**Update: My apologies to Moire, who resurrected My Blue Heaven this week. Glad you’re back!**

I have about five blogs I read every day. It only takes about five minutes to catch up on all of them, and I enjoy following the lives of strangers and acquaintances from my past.

What is really frusrating to me, though, is when one of my favorite blogs dies. This happened last year to , and has recently happened at My Blue Heaven. And for a while last year, was gone. Luckily, it came back and is just as witty as it was before.

But when a blog just dies… It’s kind of like getting half way through the book, and then mis-placing the book. The characters are left hanging in the moment you last read, and you wonder how the story would have ended.

But with blogs, most of the stories don’t end, they just keep going, one post at a time.

So to my blog readers, I promise to try to keep this thing alive. I wouldn’t want to leave you hanging! 🙂

Weekend Update

4 Aug

Well, I had a great, but tiring, weekend. I hung out with my mom, two brothers, sister-in-law, sister-in-law to be, nephew, my dog, and my brothers’ dogs. We sure missed Dad, who stayed home to take care of the pooch.

Saturday night, we went to my favorite local Mexican restaurant, La Fuente, where I had fish tacos. They fit in perfectly with my Atkins diet because I scooped the filling onto the low-carb tortillas I brought from home. I may have looked like a geek, but hey, I lost another pound (15 total now since June).

On Sunday, my brother and I went for a swim in Lake Tahoe at Hidden Beach (here’s a pic). We had a great time, and were in the water by 8:15 am. It was truly a refreshing way to start the day, despite the outside temperature being in the 50s when we started.

That afternoon was the bridal shower for my brother’s fiance. I watched with envy as she consumed two full-sized Marie Calendars desserts… I munched on strawberries and whip cream (approved by Atkins), reminding God that in my next life, I am going to have a metablism like hers.

Friday Five

1 Aug

It’s been a while, but here is a Friday Five that actually peaked my interest:

1. What time do you wake up on weekday mornings? Alarm goes off at 5:30 am, and I stumble out of bed at 5:40 am.

2. Do you sleep in on the weekends? How late? Definitely. It is my reward for getting up at the crack of dawn five days a week. I usually sleep until like 8, because I’m now ruined for sleeping in.

3. Aside from waking up, what is the first thing you do in the morning? As soon as the second alarm goes off, Tucker the pooch comes to my side. I usually reach over and give him a few minutes of love before I get out of bed. I then throw on my gym clothes, feed the animals, and make it out the door by 6, and am working out by 6:20.

4. How long does it take to get ready for your day? About 30 minutes. I’m pretty low maintenance.

5. When possible, what is your favorite place to go for breakfast? So I guess I have to pretend that I’m not on a diet to answer this… Well, since being in Reno, I haven’t really gone out to breakfast much. When I lived in Michigan, I headed to Einstein Brothers Bagels almost every Sunday. It was within walking distance of my old house. In New Mexico, I’d say my favorite breakfast EVER is at Mesilla Valley Kitchen in Las Cruces, NM. I haven’t been there since 1997, but man, would I like to devour one of their breakfast burritos again!

Ramdom Thoughts

1 Aug

Geesh — I forgot I posted this back in 2000 when I bought my Trans Am. Just stumbled across the link on Google.

I have a mechanical demon in my car right now. Whenever I use the remote lock/unlock, my pop up headlights go up and down and up and down, and then make this horrible grinding noise. That sounds expensive!

Further proof that I’m not a morning person: After being at the gym for 45 minutes, I realize that I’m wearing my shorts inside out. Wonderful.

This weekend will be jam-packed. Mom is showing up tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll have my Mom, brother, sister-in-law, nephew, and their dog all staying at my house. Sunday, my brother and I have planned to go swim in Lake Tahoe, and that afternoon is the bridal shower for my soon-to-be-sister-in-law.