Monday, November 27, 2006

I have a new crush…

Introducing Lisa Hannigan…Irish (my “people”), hot, and an incredible voice. Sigh. Be still my heart.

Listen to the first minute and 20 seconds of 9 crimes. If you are not completely enchanted, then I think we should end things right now.


This obsession is running deep.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Life’s Events

Number of couples getting married in 2007: 5
Number of couples having a baby in 2007: 4

None of the couples I know are both getting married and having a baby. Yet. The numbers keep on growing. This is the current count, and I am sure someone will call/email me with news to make me revise the numbers after they read this post.

Wow. I guess this is how old people feel like when they know more people who have died than they do alive. Or not.

But this is a strange phenomenon that spreads like a wildfire in the 20 to 30-something years. I understand the logistics of why, but it still kind of freaks me out nonetheless.

Friday, November 17, 2006

These children are made for working

I was reading a government publication concerning child labor and came across an outline of approved work for nonagricultural workers under 14 years:
  • working for parents in non-hazardous jobs

  • working as actors

  • delivering newspapers

  • working casually (e.g., cutting grass, babysitting, chores)

  • working at home making wreaths composed of certain materials

Um, what was that last one? Huh? Making wreaths? WTF.

So this holiday season, all 13-year olds and younger can feel comfortable making wreaths in their homes across the nation. But only wreaths composed of certain materials! Got it?

At least this whole thing is not vague and is very important like so many other things in our government.

Thursday, November 09, 2006


There have been some interesting changes since I started my new job. I have developed cat-like reflexes for switching windows, increased my peripheral vision for spotting screen vultures, and honed my concentration techniques from the abundant distractions. These adaptations to the cube have forever changed me. For better or for worse, I am different. Are you there God? It’s me Margaret.

One thing I have not gotten used to is not being able to do whatever I want to on the computer (within reason of course). I miss my games! Le sigh…Letter Linker no more. Where will my Boggle skills go? Oh and how could I forget Pop & Drop? I miss those wacky colored balls. Heh…balls. At least my 12-year old boy humor is still intact.

The only saving grace is taking out some aggression with Time Crisis 3 AND 4. Lunch now has a new meaning.

Then it is back to my 3-walled prison to rot away the hours left in the day. Occasionally I will spice things up by making faces at the suspicious looking device attached to the ceiling. I suspect it is a camera of some sort. If it’s not, I just look like I am stifling a sneeze to anyone who happens to see my transgressions.

Oh and what the fuck is up with people who feel the need to look in your cube when they walk by? If you are one of those people, stop. Seriously. Just keeping walking, eyes forward. Learn it, live it, be it. If you don’t, you have no reason to be pissed when I flick rubber bands at your face. That and give you paper cuts. Remember, anything can become a weapon. Anything.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Platinum and Titanium

MKD and I picked out rings over the weekend and went to a really great, gay-owned jeweler in Ellicott City (recommended by friends who were recently married). She was able to find a thin band to slip under her engagement ring, and is having it made in platinum to match. I found a sexy band which we are having made in platinum with titanium inlay. Since I am not a jewelry person, I went all out on the only piece of jewelry I will wear. I liked the idea of having two of the strongest metals available in one ring (how symbolic…heh). But the downfall is that the ring is going to be heavy as shit in spite of it being a size 3 (yes, yes, small fingers). MKD’s is coming from England, and mine from Turkey. I will start wearing mine when it comes in next month since MKD gets on my case about not being openly “claimed.” In college, it was her thong hanging on my wall, and now it is this. At least she doesn’t pee on me to mark her territory.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Where did all the children go?

I think childhood is dying. Last night when I was at my parent’s house, there was a total of 12 trick-or-treaters. I remember when I was growing up in the neighborhood, there would be kids flooding the streets (school night or not) on Halloween. I think the amount of children in the neighborhood has remained relatively high, so where were all the kids? I bet they were watching tv/playing video games and stuffing their faces with candy their parents bought. Halloween is about getting out and working for your candy before you stuff your face full of it, damnit. There is nothing like the thrill of going out at night and getting potentially abducted or poisoned candy. I shudder to think how these children will turn out without the formative childhood traditions.

So the 12 kids that did come to the door got two handfuls of candy each. That was positive reinforcement for their future.

But the highlight (using that term extremely loosely) of the evening was when my mom asked me why I was not out trick-or-treating. Um, I’m 26. Then she told me that I would pass and could go out if I wanted to. Thanks, mom. Thanks.
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