11.17.2008

Friday, June 09, 2006

did you know...?

That Interstate 40 in Texas has different speed limits for day and night? They are 70 and 65, respectively.

That Missouri has unmarked police cars that are Dodge Chargers?

That I can't think of anything exciting to see in Oaklahoma except the Oaklahoma City National Memorial?

That Yukon, Oaklahoma, has a water tower proclaiming it as the home of Garth Brooks?

That the Painted Desert in Arizona is so beautiful that it literally takes your breath away?

That seatbelts provide very good protection during car accidents, but do not provide good suntans?

That Texas is so in love with itself that it has Texas-shaped grills at its first rest area in the state on I-40?

That Route 66 crosses most of the Southwest and goes all the way to the Santa Monica pier?

That New Mexico has signs telling you to "beware of snakes?"

That New Mexico's signs warning of wind gusts say that "strong winds may exist" (it makes it sound like they could be fictional... like "ghosts may exist"...or maybe it's just me?)?

That New Mexico has "Safety Cooridors," (which I feel are only near civilized places so police don't have to patrol the boonies) that impose double fines for speeding and make you turn your headlights on, then remid you to turn them off when you leave the safety cooridor?

...

that's all I have for now...

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

day 1

hiiiiiiiiiiii

720 miles + rush hour in st. louis + the arch = 13 hours and 15 minutes of road trip fun!

Thus far, I have learned that: Southern Illinois and Missouri only do construction during the day. At first I thought this was weird, because in Ohio, construction people work into the night. Then I realized that we do this because we have winter. Southern Illinois and Missouri have a lot more time to smooth out their roads.

I dislike semi trucks.

I also dislike the concrete walls that divide highways.

The St. Louis Arch is a design and enginering marvel. And it's beautiful.

I like road trips with my Daddy.

There are a lot of St. ____ towns in Missouri.

The Mississippi River is unimpressive in St. Louis. And dirty.

Indianapolis is pretty small. At least that's the impression I got.

I've seen cars from 32 of the 50 states in the union, plus a U.S. Government Car AND one from Quebec and several from Ontario!

I'd like to know...

Can stick shift cars have cruise control?

Where is the "Bible Belt?"

Why are roads in Missouri given letters instead of numbers?

I answered my own question!

A Missouri Supplemental Route is a state secondary road in Missouri, designated with letters. Supplemental Routes were various roads within the state which the Missouri Department of Transportation were given in 1952 to maintain in addition to the regular state routes. The goal of the secondary highway system was to place state-maintained roads within two miles of more than 95% of all farm houses, schools, churches, cemeteries and stores. The four types of roads designated as supplemental routes are:

  • Farm to market roads
  • Roads to state parks
  • Former alignments of U.S. or state highways
  • Short routes connecting state highways from other states to state routes in Missouri

Supplemental routes make up 19,064 miles (59%) of the state highway system.

(wikipedia.com)

Sunday, March 19, 2006

I don't say goodbye.

I don't like goodbyes. Really, they're the worst thing ever. They're so final. So sad. I just dont feel as though they're appropriate for any time.

When I was, I think, a sophomore, maybe a junior, my great-grandmother died. She'd get pnemonia every winter and that year, she told my grandma, her daughter, that she wasn't coming home from the hospital this time. She was done.

I got to see her before she died and it was so sad. I think it was only the third time I'd ever seen my father cry. First, when his dad died. Second, when my grandma's next husband died. And then when she died. Great Grandma Shephard. Pearl. With her secret-recipe bananna bread, her sweet pineapple cookies, her pink carpeted sitting room, olive green living room, her beautiful afghans and endless potholders, her polyester shorts, her permed hair... all the wonderful things I miss about her...

In her last days at the hospital, she started telling my Grandma what she wanted done with her stuff, her money, her house. She told her secret ingredient for her fantastical bananna bread. She was so peaceful and calm about everything.

The last time I saw Great Grandma was one of the saddest moments of my life. We visited in the ICU and she was barely making sense. My beautiful grandmother, who went to college in her 50s and became a teacher, who lost her husband years before she died, who took care of her own elderly mother until she died at 102, maybe 103, was dying. My dad cried as we said our goodbyes... only she woudln't let us. She just kept telling us it isn't goodbye, it's until we meet again. She wouldn't let us say goodbye. She made us say until we meet again.....

And that's why I hate goodbyes.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

It's been 4 years coming...

I went to work today, tired, hungry and not looking forward to another day of doing the Elite Team's work. And sure enough, when I got there, there were quite a few cars in the lot, seeing as it was 915 and we don't open 'till 10. Dammit. And it appeared that the new DM must be there because all the managers' cars were there.

So I go inside, put my shit away and go about my morning routine of turning on TVs and the like while snacking on some crackers i happened to find in my bookbag. Sandra paged us to the front counter and I figured it was morning meeting time.

Only on my way to the front counter I realized that there were a lot of ppl in street clothes there and a bunch of CC people in company-issued button-ups, not fleeces like a lot of the Elite team wore. Ashleigh whispers that she thinks the store is closing.

"No," I said. "The Elite Team said last week that they weren't here to close the store." After all, they'd changed about 8.2 million things in my department and we were, suprisingly, doing quite well. Our department was 11th in the company in our focus TV category. Fantastic.

So then I look over at one of the women standing there, Julie, who is our HR representative and notice that the booklet she is trying to hold at her side, but is instead waving around.... says "Store Closing Booklet."

Fucking A.

I mean, seriously, I've always known this was coming. It's been hanging over our heads for the last four years. Literally. It was four years on the seventh that I have been working at Circuit City. In those four years, I think that everyone had the time when we were throughly convinced that the store would be done. But we made so many switches, changes, improvements.... and I thought that in the last six months, things were looking a lot better. I mean, I still complain a lot, but mostly because I honestly felt that the manager had a personal vendetta against me. Not that I'm being crazy but some of the shit she'd say to me was rediculous. She told me that I should re-evaluate my employment at Circuit City because I was honest with her and told her that school was my number on priority, not work. She coached me and gave me a corrective and threatened my job because I was regularly 7 minutes late. Yet the people who show up 10 , even 20 minutes late, or just don't show up at all... nothing. And when someone put the SOP for scheduling on her desk because she couldn't seem to get it right... she accused my sister and I of doing it before she even looked into it.

The point of all that....

Really, as much as the scheduling sucks, some of the managers are not quite right... Circuit City isn't that bad. I mean, there were the perks... I made 9.25 for doing nothing more than most retial associates. I've gotten cool shit for cheep. I met James. I rocked out with my sister a lot. I am not a stupid girl; I actually know quite a bit about electronics, computers and the like. I met a lot of freakin' cool people. I became unafraid to talk to strangers. I developed some kickin' sales skills that could come in handy at a later date... I mean, the Regional Pres. of Pizer offered me a job two weeks ago!

So despite all the bullshit, packing everything up and saying goodbye is actually going to be a kind-of sad experience. I've spent four years of my life, that's 20that's the majority of my working years, in one place. It's errie, looking at empty shelves that I damn near killed myself trying to fill with products, to see product on pallets waiting to be shipped, to think that I'm going to walk out of that store on February 22 for the very last time. Ever.

Maybe I'm being over dramatic. But really, it's bittersweet. I think I'll miss the guys the most, though. I may laugh and joke about being the only girl in my deparment, but the guys I've worked with have been pretty cool. I came over there, knowing I had to prove myself, and despite their joking, I feel like they at least respect me a little bit. Sure I'm a little spastic about stand-build tags, but that's another story all together. I mean, I've been wasted in Canada with Josh and Nick (I need that picture off Steve's wall), been asked for advice about damn near everyone's relationships, whined to everyone, seen Rob off to Iraq and welcomed him back.... crazy shit. We've all grown up, that's for sure.......

I'm just concered about money because, while we get a good severance package (I will if they fix my hire date, anyway) I am obv going to need another job... and here's the problem. I'm going on Spring Break and cannot and will not back out. So I'm here for three weeks, gone for one, home for 5, and then I'm off to intern. Who's going to hire me for that? I can't collect unemployment b/c i guess good ol' Ohio passed a law that full-time college studnets cant file for unemployment anymore. Shit. I just hope Lou will maybe give me some decent hours when he re-opens April 1. Cross your fingers or Mimi might get repoed.

But oh well. All chapters of one's life must come to an end at some point in time. I guess this is it for me. Time to move on. So long, Circuit City. It's been a ride.

Monday, December 05, 2005

oh james, you make me laugh

McBride2k2 (10:20:48 PM): ok dictionary.com confirms yet again you are right.. McBride2k2 (10:21:01 PM): you language-ista you

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Jess and I were at Pfife's last night and on the way out, it sounded like people were shouting in McGilvery Hall and then I saw a light come on in the basement... (I think the people were really outside somewhere; the light was a coincidence) and we had a good laugh about us being reporters and how we should go REPORT... SPOT NEWS oh, journalist jokes.

Too bad I want to write about clothes and Jess just wants to take pictures of furniture at Ikea.

11.16.2008

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Please explain to me why a FedEx man and a Ameritech man came to get ice cream together in a SBC truck?

Also, I had yet another random life occurrence.
I had to call the American Institute of Philanthropy, which is located in Chicago, to get quotes for an article I was writing. I was explaining to the woman on the phone who I was and where I was from and she told me she knew of the Kent Stater because she grew up in the town next to Kent.
I said, oh, I'm from Rootstown, where are you from?
She says, Ravenna. I went to high school with someone who has the same last name as you. Her name was Samantha.
Oh yes, that is my cousin.
Of all the organizations I could have called, and of all the people they could have transferred me to!

Sunday, June 26, 2005

stop and smell the roses!

When I got home from work tonight, I went outside to look for the Little Dipper. I can always find the Big Dipper, but never the Little. Alas, it was too light from our security lights... so I sat down on the patio to enjoy the beautiful evening while I talked on the phone. As I was sitting there, I looked up at the sky through the arbor and I saw beautiful white roses gracefully poised over my head. I have been so rushed and so busy that I haven't taken two minutes to literally stop and smell the roses. I remember when my dad made the trellis for the little rose bush that mom so lovingly planted next to the patio. And now, it's a beautiful sight to see... The branches woven around the trellis, all the way to the top, spilling green leaves and white petals through the beams of the arbor.

And I'd missed it.

As I sat there, I remembered so many things that I had forgotten about my childhood and growing up. I won't even get into it now, but it was an extremly nice moment. Beautiful, serene and bittersweet....

All because of a rose bush.

Saturday, June 25, 2005

THIS WEEK'S SIGN OF THE APOCALYPSE (courtesy of Brent):
Gillette gave David Beckham a $50,000 diamond-encrusted razor for Father's Day.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

It's way too early for me to be in the Stater office... My random observations/thoughts... and it's only 8:58 a.m....
* I think the worst summer job has to be carrying around a bucket of blacktop sealer with a little funnel attached to the bottom and sealing all the cracks in parking lots.
* The Indian man who's name is Sighne probably shouldn't look skeptically at my credit card and ask how to pronounce my name.
* The sign at BP for medium coffee said "$1.09 Pedium"

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

we're doing nothing
and everything
pouring out the years
like wine
into the glass
that is our
life
sweet strawberry
dances on my lips
spilling my past into yours
like vines intertwined
but never joined
we swallow
drunk on our history
that doesn't exist
thirsty
for the one we
have
to make

Saturday, June 18, 2005

what happened to prince charming?

Who is this guy
the knight in shining armor
on his white horse
that rescues you from danger,
sweeps you off your feet
and carries you into the sunset.
He takes you to his castle
and makes you his queen
in a life of luxury
with talking clocks,
balls every night
and never a problem in his fairy-tale world.
Prince charming?
I think he’s an urban legend.

Now, the guy who impresses you
the pink-popped-collar-polo boy
in his tricked out Honda Civic
who invites you to his parties,
gives you the "good beer"
and takes you home when you’re wasted.
He invites you to his house
expects you to stay the night
in his dirty mess
with five roommates
keggers every night
and school the next morning.
Prince charming?
I don’t think so.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

good book...

I just finished an absolutley amazing book - Whores on the Hill by Colleen Curran. Honestly, it just made me think about stuff like I never have before...

Summary: Three high school chicks in the mid 80's- all punk rock, some too pretty, some too rich, some just too fucked up for their own good, living too fast too young but having fun, at the last all girls school in a shitty Midwestern city, namely Milwuake. They're 15. Sophomores.

I liked it becuase for once, a book about teenagers was not written for teenagers. Elizabeth is reading "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" right now, and although it was a decent book, I wasn't a big fan. Too perfect, too ideal, too much like what everyone wants their teenage years to be. "Whores" wasn't a happy book and it didn't have a happy ending. It was real, raw and in-your-face. It didn't sugar coat anything. And wow, did it make me think.

What it made me think the most about was that maybe we shouldn't live so much in the moment. It made me wonder, are some of the things that happen "in the moment" (i know, i know, that's cliche), or things that we do without really thinking about it.. those aren't all just little random events. Everything that happens is part of the big picture. Everything will have a later effect on your life, whether it be big or little. Maybe it'll only be that you will relive that moment, or day... and what is sombering to remember is that those moments and memories aren't always pleasant. Maybe your night out with your best friends where you're "having the time of your life" ends up being the night that changes your life, for good or for bad. Maybe it just provides a haunting moment, something that will trouble you for years. Basically, I just wonder, is everything random and spontaneous that you do something that you're going to want to have to remember later?

Monday, May 09, 2005

Another day in the life of Leslie & Amy

Amy and I had another stupid Amy and Leslie adventure last week. In all honesty, it never fails to amaze me the ridiculous predicaments that we find ourselves in. We were talking about being roommates one day.... oh goodness, can you imagine the daily irony and insanity with which we would live? :)

Anyway, I had to go pick up our Starbucks shirts from Primal Screen and did not contemplate the consequences of trying to put both a person and a large box in the front seat of my car. So we put Amy in the car, and the box on top of her. I thought all would be well until I tried to shift into reverse... and my shifter would not move due to the LARGE BOX in my SMALL CAR.

So we decide to take the t-shirts out and put them in the trunk, fold the box and re-construct it at a later date. Amy proceeds to stick the tape from the box on my convertible top, for which i scolded her, and I threw mine on the ground (litter bug!). As it turns out, the now flat LARGE BOX still would not fit in my SMALL TRUNK.

So I gave the box to the man from Primal Screen and we went on our merry way. As we start driving, I start hearing this THWAP THWAP THWAP noise, which became more frequent the faster I drove. Well, since I'm an asshole and haven't rotated my tires in 10,000 miles, they are quite bald. So I hear this noise and am like, SHIT, my tire is flat!! So I quickly pulled over into the first available driveway and ran aroud to the back of my car to see what was going on.

There definitely was a long piece of tape wrapped the entire way around my tire, and the THWAP THWAP THWAP noise was the end of that piece of tape hitting my car.

10.15.2008

Wiiiiiiiiii

Because I'm still my parents' semi-spoiled little girl, they were kind enough to pick up a Wii Fit for James and I when they were waiting in line for their own (For the third time. [At 7 a.m.]). My mom has been using it diligently, especially the yoga, for a few weeks now, but she cautioned me that it may not be as difficult and interesting for my video-gaming generation--though she must have forgotten that Game Boy was as far as I ever got into video games, so they aren't my forte.

Nonetheless, I have been waiting for a couple weeks until I went back to Ohio to get the Fit. I had to carry it on the plane, and let me tell you, it caused quite a stir! The man in line behind me wanted to chat about the part where you have to head soccer balls while dodging flying cleats and panda heads. The TSA employee running the x-ray machine couldn't figure out what it was when it showed up on her screen, and another wanted to have an in-depth chat about how I got it and how it worked. When a gentleman retrieved it from the overhead compartment, it sparked a conversation spreading three rows each way.

I've played/used the Fit for a little while each day since I brought it home, and it really is a lot of fun! The Balance Board is about two feet by one foot, and it communicates with the Wii consul the same way your remotes do. You choose your Mii and set up your profile by inputting your age, being weighed, calculating your BMI, and testing your balance. Then you are given your Wii Fit age; the first time, mine was a staggering 36! Yikes! The more you do the exercises, become toned and find a better center of gravity, your age gradually lowers. It's interesting though, because simple repetitive testing can easily lower your age. After using the Fit for three days, my age as dropped to 20.

The activities are very fun, though. There are sections of yoga, strength training, aerobics and balance. The more you do each activity and the better you get, more tasks and higher degrees of difficulty are unlocked. My only complaint is that there is not a whole program for each category; for example, you have to stop for a minute or so in between to choose each yoga pose individually. It isn't the most time-effective practice. I have been a little sore after doing them, so I know I'm hitting some muscle groups that don't normally get my attention--especially my side abdominal. Your success is measured by your balance, steadiness and ability to keep in time with your "trainer," either male or female, who coaches you as you work.

Overall, I think it's a lot of fun, especially for someone like me who hates free weights and machines, but isn't getting a full workout by running. It's also turned me on to yoga, which I never tried and didn't understand why friends are so enthusiastic about. It's not going to make anyone drop major weight or become body-builder buff, but it's fun, it's better than no physical activity and it is oddly invigorating. Now if only I could get my husband into it......

7.06.2008

My Take on the News

These people rock. Seriously.

Read this.

5.01.2008

Welcome to Atlanta

It’s way too early

But I'm up anyway, enjoying my coffee as I watch the sun come up. If I look over the formerly abandoned projects and past the old folks high-rise (They're under rennovation now. I hope they're not going to be projects again.), it's quite nice! :) I got a note from our property manager in the door last night, sometime post-10:30, and it brought two questions to mind. One, who the hell is wandering around sticking notes in our doors at that hour (not that it's that late, but goodness, the office closes at 5! Someone must have stayed VERY late!) Two, WHO THE HELL IS ROBBING PEOPLE AT GUNPOINT IN MY PARKING DECK? (well, visitor parking anyway). And as it it wasn't bad enough, the perpetrator took not only the man's wallet, but also his dog. Talk about fucking up someone's day.

2.28.2008

Find Your Spot

Find YOUR Spot

Botz told me about this Web site called FindYourSpot.com, which is supposed to help you figure out where you want to/should live. It asks you all kinds of questions about your life, hobbies, interests and preferences for everything from government to climate.

While I have no opportunity to move at any point in the near future, I found my results intriguing.

Augusta, GA - quite close to there, actually, but not the city I'd prefer.
Phoenix, AZ - I love, obv.
Tuscon, AZ - Never been, but I love Arizona, so I'm sure I'd like this, too.
Chesapeake/Virginia Beach, VA - I found this interesting. I think it's because of my preference for weather, convenient mountain/woods/beach terrain & culture.
Orlando, FL - No clue why? Warm? Beach?
Charlotte, NC - I think this is along the lines of Virginia Beach

I won't go through all the rest, but I found an interesting trend--one of big ol' Texas-size proportions. Nearly 1/4 of the cities on my list are from that state. I also hit the three major cities in Tennessee as well as three in Florida. Similarly interesting is that an Ohio city came up on the list before Atlanta.

I guess I mostly learned that the south is where I belong (I consider that Cincinnati nonsense a fluke), and other than Texas, the southeast, especially.

Charleston SC
Houston TX
Norfolk VA
Memphis TN
Fort Worth TX
Oklahoma City OK
Tampa FL
Austin TX
El Paso TX
West Palm Beach FL
St. Louis (dangerous!) MI
Nashville TN
San Antonio TX
Dallas TX
Jacksonville FL
Cincinnati OH
Atlanta GA
Knoxville TN

1.06.2008

They should pay me

Ms. Jessica Wojcik can truly appreciate my affinity for hair products, I do know that anyone who has lived with me (which is a lot, thank you Chi Omega house) is aware of my dedication to AquaNet. I know where to get it (not sold everywhere!), how much it costs and that it pairs perfectly with a teasing comb. Surprisingly, I have found something better. If I possessed enough celebrity to benefit financially from product endorsements, I would whole-heartedly support BigSexyHair Spray & Play Harder. It's firm but not helmet-hair inducing, holds well and has thus far surpassed all prior hairspray experiences. And combined with the same brand's Root Pump Spray Moose, I really do have BigSexyHair.

3.06.2006

Quotes

"Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends." - Richard Bach