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:: Wednesday, September 10, 2003 :: Well for all of you who actually read my blog, I am transferring it to Live Journal, so that everyone can comment at will. So no further entries will be posted here. The new link is::: Thursday, September 04, 2003 :: Some people call it growing up, becoming an adult or toss out the overly used phrase, “ Welcome to the Real World.” As far as I’m concerned, growing up sucks.:: Wednesday, August 27, 2003 :: So here's a thought: We have the technology to make a cell phone ring sound like any song in the entire world...why can't they do the same with dentist drills? (From a conversation with Tom) I have been testing my sphere of influence lately. Back a few months ago my brother and I discovered that one of the most common typos is transposing THE to TEH...and so jokingly we started deliberately typing TEH when we meant THE. It sort of evolved into our actual spoken speech and so I have been testing it on people who don't know what it means and it is surprising how many people have added it to their vocabulary without even inquiring as to its origin. I have five people so far that say it on a regular basis...and counting. Heh.:: Tuesday, August 19, 2003 :: Back to the coffee etiquette situation...this morning Megan & I were heading back to the office from our morning Starbucks run, and took our customary detour through the parking garage to avoid being spotted by the coffee lady. Well when we got the the elevators, the one that came to get us was the one CLOSEST to her little stand...so with great fear and trembling we entered, hoping the elevator wouldn't stop on her floor...ding! It stopped. Quickly we pressed ourselves against the side, hoping she wouldn't look in or if she did that we would be out of sight. Well um, we weren't out of sight, and she did look in and it was the most horrible ackward moment EVER as she took in our two starbucks cups, the fact that we were attempting to HIDE while in plain sight...oh it was humiliation at its finest. I can never look her in the eye again now.:: Thursday, July 31, 2003 :: Wednesday nights are movie night with my sister and my mommy...so last night we were watching some crazy movie with some lame love story plot line and the movie was just BEGGING to be made fun of...so there was this one scene where the guy is sleeping and all his sheep are hanging out in the field, and the sheepherding dog turns *BAD* and decides to herd all the sheep off this cliff into the ocean...so there are these sheep cascading gracefully off this precipice, bouncing off rocks and scattered neatly on the beach below. So now, when I'm having trouble sleeping, instead of counting sheep leaping over a fence, I'm going to count sheep falling off a cliff.:: Wednesday, July 30, 2003 :: This is a question of coffee etiquette...:: Monday, July 28, 2003 :: Here is the update on the stolen car stereo situation. Since it happened on a weekend in our company's secure parking garage, with access only by a key card, that was suspicious enough that we were second guessing how the thief had entry to the garage. Then the following Monday, my co-worker Jessica said she saw some guy running away from it on Sunday when she pulled into the garage. So with that information, we had enough evidence to turn it into the police and the building's security staff. I waited and waited for word...and today I get a call. They found out who did it. But he can't be interrogated or charged because he shot himself in the head. And now he is in the hospital and will probably have to go to a mental home. Apparently he had been having trouble the whole year he worked for the cleaning company, his wife left him and he went to Dallas to convince her to come back and when she wouldn't, he bought a gun with the money she gave him to come back to Colorado. Kind of a crazy finale for something like a stolen stereo...you don't usually get the other side of the story.
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