Monday, November 29, 2004
So in reference to the last post, Brad found a picture, this time I am certain it is him. Cute, looks like a true NJB.
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Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Well I know it has been awhile since I last posted but Josh has once again inspired and plus I have a great story to tell my awaiting fans.
So today I had my final meeting with my professor/supervisor. My partner and I were in there for quite some time discussing all of our clients. When we were finally ready to leave we both got up but our professor asked that I stay behind to discuss an issue. She then requested that my partner close the door behind him. I instantly thought that I had done something horribly wrong and was about to get yelled at. I think I was visibly shaking but I can't be sure.
So I sat there desperately trying to think where this conversation was going to go. Finally she began, "are you currently seeing anyone?" This caught me totally off guard and I honestly didn't know where it was going. I hesitated a no out of me. Then she said "tell me if I'm out of line on this one but I was wondering if you are interested in me setting you up with someone"
I couldn't say no and I didn't know if I wanted to say yes so I said "not if he is a weirdo" She explained that this guy is a relative. I had nothing to say and she started giving me this guy's life story. Ohio University, I clarified because I did not want her to confuse OU with Ohio state so I asked, I also added that I don't go near buckeyes and she asked if I was a wolverine,,,ha ha ha. He was a minor league baseball announcer for awhile and is now starting law school in January. I still had nothing to say I was in some serious shock. She told me that she had not yet discussed this with the guy, I laughed out loud. I'm sorry, but I don't know a lot of guys that would jump at the opportunity to meet someone his family tries to set him up with. When the conversation was nearing an end I jumped at the opportunity to flee and I ran out of the room. I went and found my partner and could barely get the words out to explain what had just happened. ... THen from behind my professor snuck up behind me and said "soooo is it alright if I give him your phone number?" which she conveniently had on file for clients.
So that is pretty freakin odd if you ask me especially since she is about to render me a grade in the next 2 weeks.
Just a few hours ago I got an email from her stating that she had passed my home phone number to him and gave me his name. So of course I googled him and man there is tons of info out there on this guy, including a club he is in with half a dozen of old high school friends (small world) I desperately tried finding a picture but I beleive/hope that I was unsuccessful because I did find someone by the same name and vomitted a little in my mouth.
And that is my story of the day. Trust me when I say that it is one of many odd things that have happened in the past few days. Please post comments and advice. Regards.
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So today I had my final meeting with my professor/supervisor. My partner and I were in there for quite some time discussing all of our clients. When we were finally ready to leave we both got up but our professor asked that I stay behind to discuss an issue. She then requested that my partner close the door behind him. I instantly thought that I had done something horribly wrong and was about to get yelled at. I think I was visibly shaking but I can't be sure.
So I sat there desperately trying to think where this conversation was going to go. Finally she began, "are you currently seeing anyone?" This caught me totally off guard and I honestly didn't know where it was going. I hesitated a no out of me. Then she said "tell me if I'm out of line on this one but I was wondering if you are interested in me setting you up with someone"
I couldn't say no and I didn't know if I wanted to say yes so I said "not if he is a weirdo" She explained that this guy is a relative. I had nothing to say and she started giving me this guy's life story. Ohio University, I clarified because I did not want her to confuse OU with Ohio state so I asked, I also added that I don't go near buckeyes and she asked if I was a wolverine,,,ha ha ha. He was a minor league baseball announcer for awhile and is now starting law school in January. I still had nothing to say I was in some serious shock. She told me that she had not yet discussed this with the guy, I laughed out loud. I'm sorry, but I don't know a lot of guys that would jump at the opportunity to meet someone his family tries to set him up with. When the conversation was nearing an end I jumped at the opportunity to flee and I ran out of the room. I went and found my partner and could barely get the words out to explain what had just happened. ... THen from behind my professor snuck up behind me and said "soooo is it alright if I give him your phone number?" which she conveniently had on file for clients.
So that is pretty freakin odd if you ask me especially since she is about to render me a grade in the next 2 weeks.
Just a few hours ago I got an email from her stating that she had passed my home phone number to him and gave me his name. So of course I googled him and man there is tons of info out there on this guy, including a club he is in with half a dozen of old high school friends (small world) I desperately tried finding a picture but I beleive/hope that I was unsuccessful because I did find someone by the same name and vomitted a little in my mouth.
And that is my story of the day. Trust me when I say that it is one of many odd things that have happened in the past few days. Please post comments and advice. Regards.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Well, I haven’t updated in a year and a half, but after a fantastic call from J-dog last night, I have been inspired. Lately there has been a lot of strikes, a lot of gutters but some stories stand out. This here story I’m about to unravel to you was too painful to tell a few days ago but has now become a legend.
I was up on Mackinac Island last weekend for a wedding I was in. Now for those of you that don’t know “the island” is north of the mainland of Michigan. It is mainly a tourist local but about 300 people live there year-round. There are no motorized vehicles allowed on the island so everyone gets around by horse carriages.
So the wedding had a morning reception and then there was another reception, and then there was another reception and when I say people were drunk I mean that as a euphemism for people were out of their gourds!! During the last reception I started talking to this guy Carbone. I could tell he was a winner because he was a republican Spartan. We started having a heated political debate. At one point when he had nothing left to say about the Bush Wacker he said, “your pretty intelligent” and I took it as a victory. Well the giant carriage arrived and everyone was leaving on it. Carbone wanted me to come too and, well, I was up for an adventure on the island. I turned to Shelbert but she didn’t want to go. This would later haunt me for daaaays.
So this giant carriage had the maid of honor and her family, all the groomsmen plus their friends, all the friends from school that came up, bride’s sister, bride and groom, everyone and we were making plenty of noise to be heard around the island. I kept turning around to Carbone and telling him he would have to get me home and he said no problem. Then I told the sister, you are my ride home so don’t go far.
We all eventually made it to some bar and there was some dancing, lots of laughs, good times. At some point, Carbone took me on a walk to the fort, yes there is a real fort on the island. Obviously he had no sympathy for a girl in shoes because he kept proposing that we climb to the top. We made it back to the bar and the sister was gone. I asked around and people kept saying that she went home!?!? What?!? Went home!?? She was my ride. So I turned to Carbone and said he would have to get me home, and again he reassured me, no problem. So we continued to party. It was getting late and most people had left so I stated that I wanted to go home. We set off, in the dark, not a lot of light on the island. The streets have a lot of horse poo in them obviously with 500 horses going around and I was wearing high heeled sandal shoes. Eeek. We made it back to the grand hotel so I knew we were headed the right direction. The maid of honor had offered her room number to me incase I needed to come stay, should have!! We kept walking and things were looking familiar so I knew we were going the right way. There were some splits in the road where Carbone had to think really hard and it was making me really nervous.
We got to Bam’s house. Now Bam is married to a sister of the groom, you following me here. I knew it was Bam’s house because every time we passed it someone would always point it out, “that’s Bam’s house”. We stood outside it and I was confused, I knew we were going in the right direction but why had we stopped? He said this is where he was spending the night and he didn’t know how to get me home from here. WHAT??? I started having a huge anxiety attack, what do you mean you can’t get me back, all night long you assured me it was no problem. He didn’t understand why it was so important to get back tonight. I tried explaining that one but he just said “why are you being such a girl?” Being such a girl? Why are you being such an asshole, oh yeah, I remember, you are a republican Spartan. I didn’t have my cell phone with me HUGE mistake so I used his to call my brother to get numbers but he didn’t answer.
So after a huge drawn out fight, I finally agreed to spend the night at Bam’s and told him to set an alarm so I could be back by 7:30 since we were planning on having an early breakfast with all the family and taking the 10am ferry back.
Then came the important questions, do I sleep in my dress? I made him give me a shirt and made him leave the room so I could change and get in bed. He came back in and neither of us could find an alarm on his cell. He told me he could use his palm pilot but eventually he realized it was in his car. I yelled “well go get it” forgetting that there were no cars on the island. So I was determined not to fall asleep. Staying up all night worked until somewhere around 5:45. I then woke up around 7:15 and freaked out. I woke Carbone and made him go find Bam to get directions for me to go home. Bam was up for work and I heard him chuckle at Carbone when he heard I was there. Anger rising. So I put the dress back on and was giving Carbone devil eyes, he finally said, “did you want me to walk with you?” I replied very angrily YES. But he never came out. Bam was laughing and there was no point in even trying to explain. He walked me up the path, note, not a street. He started giving me directions that I was desperately trying to remember. Walk done the path for about a mile you will get to a fork in the road, go left, not right. Then walk 1-2 miles and you’ll get to stone gates and you are going to walk through them and make a right, I said “through them” and he said “yes there will be one on each side, walk through them and make a right” continue down etc.
So I set off on my way, in the high-heeled sandles, in my dress with a 2 foot train, my hair still done, my make-up still on… I could put any black pants sorority walk of shamer to shame. This was hot!! So in my sleeveless dress in the 49 degree island air, I walked and walked and walked. Didn’t have my cell phone didn’t even have my watch. Made the first left, then walked, walked, walked.
I came to a place where if I looked straight ahead there was one stone gate and if I rotated 90 degrees there were two stone gates. Each one had a path to the right. He said go through THEM and make a right but the one with only one looked more promising. Already in tears, I looked up to G-d and asked, no it wasn’t a question, it was actually more of a threat to get me back. I ended up going through the one stone gate and it turned out to be right.
Even from a far I could see the parents in the front of the house. How do I even begin to explain? I walked in and tried as nicely as possible to explain that the sister had left me behind. That is when I learned that the sister had not returned yet! What is with this place?
Man, Mackinac was a trip and a half but I’m still a fan of Chicago!
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I was up on Mackinac Island last weekend for a wedding I was in. Now for those of you that don’t know “the island” is north of the mainland of Michigan. It is mainly a tourist local but about 300 people live there year-round. There are no motorized vehicles allowed on the island so everyone gets around by horse carriages.
So the wedding had a morning reception and then there was another reception, and then there was another reception and when I say people were drunk I mean that as a euphemism for people were out of their gourds!! During the last reception I started talking to this guy Carbone. I could tell he was a winner because he was a republican Spartan. We started having a heated political debate. At one point when he had nothing left to say about the Bush Wacker he said, “your pretty intelligent” and I took it as a victory. Well the giant carriage arrived and everyone was leaving on it. Carbone wanted me to come too and, well, I was up for an adventure on the island. I turned to Shelbert but she didn’t want to go. This would later haunt me for daaaays.
So this giant carriage had the maid of honor and her family, all the groomsmen plus their friends, all the friends from school that came up, bride’s sister, bride and groom, everyone and we were making plenty of noise to be heard around the island. I kept turning around to Carbone and telling him he would have to get me home and he said no problem. Then I told the sister, you are my ride home so don’t go far.
We all eventually made it to some bar and there was some dancing, lots of laughs, good times. At some point, Carbone took me on a walk to the fort, yes there is a real fort on the island. Obviously he had no sympathy for a girl in shoes because he kept proposing that we climb to the top. We made it back to the bar and the sister was gone. I asked around and people kept saying that she went home!?!? What?!? Went home!?? She was my ride. So I turned to Carbone and said he would have to get me home, and again he reassured me, no problem. So we continued to party. It was getting late and most people had left so I stated that I wanted to go home. We set off, in the dark, not a lot of light on the island. The streets have a lot of horse poo in them obviously with 500 horses going around and I was wearing high heeled sandal shoes. Eeek. We made it back to the grand hotel so I knew we were headed the right direction. The maid of honor had offered her room number to me incase I needed to come stay, should have!! We kept walking and things were looking familiar so I knew we were going the right way. There were some splits in the road where Carbone had to think really hard and it was making me really nervous.
We got to Bam’s house. Now Bam is married to a sister of the groom, you following me here. I knew it was Bam’s house because every time we passed it someone would always point it out, “that’s Bam’s house”. We stood outside it and I was confused, I knew we were going in the right direction but why had we stopped? He said this is where he was spending the night and he didn’t know how to get me home from here. WHAT??? I started having a huge anxiety attack, what do you mean you can’t get me back, all night long you assured me it was no problem. He didn’t understand why it was so important to get back tonight. I tried explaining that one but he just said “why are you being such a girl?” Being such a girl? Why are you being such an asshole, oh yeah, I remember, you are a republican Spartan. I didn’t have my cell phone with me HUGE mistake so I used his to call my brother to get numbers but he didn’t answer.
So after a huge drawn out fight, I finally agreed to spend the night at Bam’s and told him to set an alarm so I could be back by 7:30 since we were planning on having an early breakfast with all the family and taking the 10am ferry back.
Then came the important questions, do I sleep in my dress? I made him give me a shirt and made him leave the room so I could change and get in bed. He came back in and neither of us could find an alarm on his cell. He told me he could use his palm pilot but eventually he realized it was in his car. I yelled “well go get it” forgetting that there were no cars on the island. So I was determined not to fall asleep. Staying up all night worked until somewhere around 5:45. I then woke up around 7:15 and freaked out. I woke Carbone and made him go find Bam to get directions for me to go home. Bam was up for work and I heard him chuckle at Carbone when he heard I was there. Anger rising. So I put the dress back on and was giving Carbone devil eyes, he finally said, “did you want me to walk with you?” I replied very angrily YES. But he never came out. Bam was laughing and there was no point in even trying to explain. He walked me up the path, note, not a street. He started giving me directions that I was desperately trying to remember. Walk done the path for about a mile you will get to a fork in the road, go left, not right. Then walk 1-2 miles and you’ll get to stone gates and you are going to walk through them and make a right, I said “through them” and he said “yes there will be one on each side, walk through them and make a right” continue down etc.
So I set off on my way, in the high-heeled sandles, in my dress with a 2 foot train, my hair still done, my make-up still on… I could put any black pants sorority walk of shamer to shame. This was hot!! So in my sleeveless dress in the 49 degree island air, I walked and walked and walked. Didn’t have my cell phone didn’t even have my watch. Made the first left, then walked, walked, walked.
I came to a place where if I looked straight ahead there was one stone gate and if I rotated 90 degrees there were two stone gates. Each one had a path to the right. He said go through THEM and make a right but the one with only one looked more promising. Already in tears, I looked up to G-d and asked, no it wasn’t a question, it was actually more of a threat to get me back. I ended up going through the one stone gate and it turned out to be right.
Even from a far I could see the parents in the front of the house. How do I even begin to explain? I walked in and tried as nicely as possible to explain that the sister had left me behind. That is when I learned that the sister had not returned yet! What is with this place?
Man, Mackinac was a trip and a half but I’m still a fan of Chicago!
Monday, September 20, 2004
Saturday Night Shelly and I organized a Bachlorette Party for Beth. Our theme was Hollywood Glamour.
Me and Sarah showing off our Glam.
This is all of us waiting in line at the Baton Lounge check out their website... It is a drag queen show. Still a little confused because these men/women had a lot of "work" done. All of them had implaints most had more than one kind of implaint.
We went to a few different bars and we had Beth play a game where she had to find guys that fit a specific category such as "sugar daddy" "skateboard dude" or she had to find guys that would do something "give her a condom" "sing like the king" "dance with a friend". These were some of her finds. This guy actually started giving her married advice.
Hot!!
The night actually started off at Shelly's where he had a stripping dancing monkey. Funniest thing any of us had ever seen. I passed out bananas to the girls before he came in.
We clean up quite well don't you think?
Glamour Photo
MONKEYFor a good time...
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Me and Sarah showing off our Glam.
This is all of us waiting in line at the Baton Lounge check out their website... It is a drag queen show. Still a little confused because these men/women had a lot of "work" done. All of them had implaints most had more than one kind of implaint.
We went to a few different bars and we had Beth play a game where she had to find guys that fit a specific category such as "sugar daddy" "skateboard dude" or she had to find guys that would do something "give her a condom" "sing like the king" "dance with a friend". These were some of her finds. This guy actually started giving her married advice.
Hot!!
The night actually started off at Shelly's where he had a stripping dancing monkey. Funniest thing any of us had ever seen. I passed out bananas to the girls before he came in.
We clean up quite well don't you think?
Glamour Photo
MONKEYFor a good time...
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Saturday night Brad and I celebrated our birthdays at our favorite bar called The Appartment. The upstairs is a huge room that is decorated into different sections. There is a bedroom that has a bed, TV, video game, etc. A kitchen with a fridge drawers, oven, sink, you get the picture. We had a ton of people come out and the night got wild!!
So the nasty story of the night is when I was dancing with some oompa loompa and he grabbed my hand and shoved it down his pants!! I didn't even know what had happened until I moved my hand around and HELLO!! I went Running over to Shelly and grabbed her hands and told her. Then I turned to Jafar a guy at school that I know but never have talked to and started wipping my hands all over his shirt telling him what had happened. I'm sure he appreciated that and that he can't wait to party with me again.
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So the nasty story of the night is when I was dancing with some oompa loompa and he grabbed my hand and shoved it down his pants!! I didn't even know what had happened until I moved my hand around and HELLO!! I went Running over to Shelly and grabbed her hands and told her. Then I turned to Jafar a guy at school that I know but never have talked to and started wipping my hands all over his shirt telling him what had happened. I'm sure he appreciated that and that he can't wait to party with me again.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
I have a new obsession!! Brad and I were hanging around during one of our "let's stay up all night and watch TV" nights. We caught the first episode of this season's The Surreal Life. Let me tell you...you haven't laughed until you've seen these wierdos interact. My favorite is Flavor Flav of Public Enemy fame. I must have done the "Flavor Flaaaaaaav" 520 times today.
This guys is sooooo wierd!!
Start posting after each show!! We can start a Flavor Flav fan site here.
In other news today is my birthday and I'm now two dozen years old, dang that is getting up there isn't it? Unfortunately I had such a great 6 day weekend that I have to spend the entire birth-day doing homework but I will get my free ice cream, oh yes, the day is mine.
Please post a comment to let me know you were here!! and check out the brother site www.i3oilermaker.blogspot.com
Flavor Flaaaaaaaav!!!!
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This guys is sooooo wierd!!
Start posting after each show!! We can start a Flavor Flav fan site here.
In other news today is my birthday and I'm now two dozen years old, dang that is getting up there isn't it? Unfortunately I had such a great 6 day weekend that I have to spend the entire birth-day doing homework but I will get my free ice cream, oh yes, the day is mine.
Please post a comment to let me know you were here!! and check out the brother site www.i3oilermaker.blogspot.com
Flavor Flaaaaaaaav!!!!
Thursday, August 26, 2004
well the story goes a little something like this. I was up in
Pleasantville the following Sunday night to see a movie with a friend of a
friend (don't know a lot of people in NY) so when I was buying the ticket
I noticed that they were also showing Millers Crossing! I told them that
was really cool and they explained they were doing a Coen Brother month
and that the following night they were showing Lebowski, this was clearly
G-d making up for my missing Friday night's viewing and Saturday's
what-have you.
So Monday night I took the train back to Pleasantville, got there early
so I just sat on a bench wearing my bowling shirt, getting a lot of odd
stares. I thought there would be more hard core fans but no... So, the
Dude came to the movie and gave a little introduction to the film.
After the film a woman from the theater interviewed the Dude on stage.
First, giving him a mini bottle of vodka, a mini bottle of Kaluha and some
milk!! Learned a lot of cool things like all about the Seattle 7, the
Coen Brothers used to rif on his name when they would get together hence
the "Dude or dudder or el duderino if your not into that brevity thing"
really cool. He mentioned the Lebowski fests and asked if anyone had been
to them, i started clapping figuring there were others, but it was just me
so he asked a few questions about it.
Then at the end of the interview, the woman held up the vodka and kaluha
bottles and said these will go as souvenirs to the first person who will
get up and quote a line, well I'm a pacifist so I waited for someone else
to do it but noone stood up so finally, bright yellow bowling shirt and
all I stood up and said I"LL DO IT!! They brought me the mike and told me
to say a line, i said give me a scene, i'll give you a line, they said
just pick any line, well this was my moment to shine and instead of giving
a line I started into this 3 minute rif of a scene between Walter and the
Dude, "what's in the *$@&'n carry?"..."what do you mean brought it
bowling..I didn't rent it shoes, I didn't buy it a beer, it's not taking
your @#*&'n turn"... "if my 'kin ex-wife told me to watch her 'kin dog
I'd tell her to go 'uck herself, why can't you board it?" "first of all
dude, you don't have an ex, secondly it's a 'kin show dog with 'kin
papers, you can't board it, it gets upset, its hair falls out, 'kin dog
has ';kin papers...OVER THE LINE" I bleeped out th swears. When I
stopped the entire
crowd was silent and then started clapping. I came down to the stage and
claimed my prize. I then asked the Dude to sign my shirt and he signed
it "Beverly Rocks, The Dude Abides. Johnson? with an arrow down to my
ass. The bowling shirt is now my most prized possession!
me and the DUDE or el duderino if you're not into that whole brevity thing
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Pleasantville the following Sunday night to see a movie with a friend of a
friend (don't know a lot of people in NY) so when I was buying the ticket
I noticed that they were also showing Millers Crossing! I told them that
was really cool and they explained they were doing a Coen Brother month
and that the following night they were showing Lebowski, this was clearly
G-d making up for my missing Friday night's viewing and Saturday's
what-have you.
So Monday night I took the train back to Pleasantville, got there early
so I just sat on a bench wearing my bowling shirt, getting a lot of odd
stares. I thought there would be more hard core fans but no... So, the
Dude came to the movie and gave a little introduction to the film.
After the film a woman from the theater interviewed the Dude on stage.
First, giving him a mini bottle of vodka, a mini bottle of Kaluha and some
milk!! Learned a lot of cool things like all about the Seattle 7, the
Coen Brothers used to rif on his name when they would get together hence
the "Dude or dudder or el duderino if your not into that brevity thing"
really cool. He mentioned the Lebowski fests and asked if anyone had been
to them, i started clapping figuring there were others, but it was just me
so he asked a few questions about it.
Then at the end of the interview, the woman held up the vodka and kaluha
bottles and said these will go as souvenirs to the first person who will
get up and quote a line, well I'm a pacifist so I waited for someone else
to do it but noone stood up so finally, bright yellow bowling shirt and
all I stood up and said I"LL DO IT!! They brought me the mike and told me
to say a line, i said give me a scene, i'll give you a line, they said
just pick any line, well this was my moment to shine and instead of giving
a line I started into this 3 minute rif of a scene between Walter and the
Dude, "what's in the *$@&'n carry?"..."what do you mean brought it
bowling..I didn't rent it shoes, I didn't buy it a beer, it's not taking
your @#*&'n turn"... "if my 'kin ex-wife told me to watch her 'kin dog
I'd tell her to go 'uck herself, why can't you board it?" "first of all
dude, you don't have an ex, secondly it's a 'kin show dog with 'kin
papers, you can't board it, it gets upset, its hair falls out, 'kin dog
has ';kin papers...OVER THE LINE" I bleeped out th swears. When I
stopped the entire
crowd was silent and then started clapping. I came down to the stage and
claimed my prize. I then asked the Dude to sign my shirt and he signed
it "Beverly Rocks, The Dude Abides. Johnson? with an arrow down to my
ass. The bowling shirt is now my most prized possession!
me and the DUDE or el duderino if you're not into that whole brevity thing
