Archive for June, 2003

Jun 30 2003

Insert space.

Published by under Snippets,Work

Somehow, I got elected Proofreader for my team at work. I don’t really mind. It makes me feel useful. But it confuses the boys when I use legitimate proofreading marks, so I mostly just scribble all over the paper.

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Jun 30 2003

I could use a rolled-up newspaper, too.

Published by under Snippets,Work

When I’m monitoring calls, I often have to fight the urge to tear off my headset, run out to the floor, grab the agent by the shoulders and scream “NO!! Don’t tell him that! Look at your systems! Your SYSTEMS!”

But then I fight that urge and just mark them down for being wrong. It’s better in the long run.

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Jun 28 2003


Published by under Life and Living It

Last night, as The Man was gaming away, I took Michael and went to the Toyota dealership. And there I drooled over, examined, and test drove a 2003 Celica. I was overall happy with the performance of the car, even if it is just a wussy 4-cylinder (my Beretta has a 6-cylider and it is FUN). . . I really want this car. The salesman wrote me up a generic estimate of the expected payments — roughly $450.00 a month over 60 months. That’s a bit more than I was expecting but then again that price was for the model I test drove which was a GT with an “aggressive” package (meaning front and rear spoilers and some strange looking mud guards on the side). . . the car itself is selling for $20,800 or something like that. The version that I built at Toyota’s web site was estimated at $17,500 and had all the options I wanted, like anti-lock brakes and keyless entry. Which the model I test drove did not, regardless of the price. So, I’m going to print out the specs of the car from the web site and take them to the dealership to see if they have or can get a car that matches.

When the sales guy heard the name of my hometown, he was kind enough to bring up the car crash my cousin was involved in about 15 years ago — her boyfriend was driving and he died and my cousin was messed up pretty badly. I was so excited to discuss this event! Turns out this salesperson was the guy who was first on the scene, though he wasn’t a paramedic or anything. Needless to say, this cheery topic pretty much killed conversation for a minute until he left the office to get the price estimate.

And on that note, I think it’s time for a Friday Five!

1. How are you planning to spend the summer?

Working, I suppose. Me and The Man have discussed several trips to Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, but we’ll have to see if that actually happens or not. I suppose it all depends on the money situation and what happens at work.

2. What was your first summer job?

Taking the field journals of farmers and entering them into a computer. And picking up chemicals in big trucks. I was a data entry person/chemical runner! Versatility!

3. If you could go anywhere this summer, where would you go?

Uh. . . Toronto.

4. What was your worst vacation ever?

Hmm. . . most of my vacations have been pretty good, but I guess my second trip to Toronto was kind of soured because I had just broken up with my then-boyfriend and he still insisted on coming on the trip, regardless of the fact that it was going to be him, me and two of my friends. . . we offered to give him his money back but he said he was going and that was it! Dork.

5. What was your best vacation ever?

The last trip I took to Toronto was pretty awesome. Me and Youngest Miller Boy went all over the city and saw some of the things in town we always wanted to see — the zoo, The Royal Ontario Museum, Paul Stanley of Kiss as the Phantom of the Opera . . . Even if we couldn’t find Chinatown, it still rocked.

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Jun 27 2003

Kind of like “You are what you eat”.

Published by under Rants,Snippets

Saw a Real Live Skipper Doll in the mall at lunch. She was roughly 12 years old, had blond crimped hair, red blush, and blue eyeshadow. Her mother the dicksmack apparently saw nothing wrong with her appearance. On the way back to the car, Rock Star pointed out another young’un wearing a white tank top with a pink bra underneath it. When I described the offending girl as a “slut-whore”, Rock Star accused me of being too harsh. He said that dressing that way does not mean someone is a slut. I snipped back “In my experience, fashion tends to follow form.” And it’s true.

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Jun 27 2003

Look who thinks she’s Clever Dan.

Published by under Computing,Snippets

Just to be Clever Dan, I added Comments functionality to this blog. Woo! Comment away! Woo!

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