I've posted some digital pictures here. They consist of work (the crazy teens and others) as well as our friend's new puppy, my broken car, etc.
I agree with Mike L. Hawk wussed out big time on Tough Enuff. I think Jackie might pull through if she keeps up the good work. Kenny got to be King Kenny from the looks of the chick he picked up. :)
The season finale of Friends was decent. The 'surprise' ending sucked donkeys. I have to say they did a fair job in the birthing sequence. I thought with Rachel being all fancy they wouldn't have her looking like she did. Still, TV births are wierd. Phoebe shot out triplets and barely grimaced. I did not watch ER yet, as we went to see....Episode II: Attack of the Clones!
Now, I heard people on the radio today say they liked it better then the first. I can understand that. Some are saying that they liked it better then Star Wars or Return of the Jedi. I think those people are going a bit far! The battle scenes are amazing, and the last battle is the best. However, Yoda carries the fricking movie. Because he is now animiated digitally and not operated as a puppet, he's able to do so much more. Very cool. The love story is kind of stiff and dorky, but needed of course to set things up. Hayden Christensen who plays Anakin is decent, but is going to be wonderful as he descends into the dark side. Ewan McGregor's Obi-Won is great-perfect pre-cursor for the version of Alec Guiness. I missed the cool costumes of Queen Amidala in the first, but Natalie Portman's Padme is played much softer and still has some nifty looking outfits. It reminds me very much of Leia. Much of the movie is the audience going, "OHHH, I get it..." because so much is being set-up from things we didn't quite get from the original trililogy. My vote: 3 out of 4 stars. I think I only like it a tiny bit more then the first.
Might I point out that this time in the theater, one couple brought their 2 year old to a 9:15pm movie. She was not quiet. It took a 16 year old kid in front of them to turn around and tell them that we'd all waited a long time for this movie and how disruptive this was. That was impressive! He wasn't mean, just serious. Second thing, another couple brought their infant who whimpered frequently. She just stuck a boob in it's mouth to shut it up though. I'm ready to give up on movie theaters. No cell phones rang in this one though.
Lordy Lordy. Adjustor looks at the car today. Pray for me.
Friday, May 17, 2002
Wednesday, May 15, 2002
No news on the car, yet. It sits sadly in our apartment lot waiting for it's destiny. I will post pictures of destruction tomorrow.
I agree with my brother on the police-why did I have to go find the car? I can only guess. They'd rather put my life in danger then theirs? Or not waste time if it wasn't my car?
Minnesota's budget appears to be balanced. My job is safe for another year. The state is borrowing money from the Tobacco Endowment, however, have plans to pay it back. Hopefully they keep their promises. Check out the STRIB article. They say it will NOT hurt prevention programs like ours.
Jobs suck sometimes. Red, the dad on That 70's Show says it best. "That's why they call it WORK! If it was enjoyable, it would be called Happy Fun Time!" Thoughts are with you Mike.
I agree with my brother on the police-why did I have to go find the car? I can only guess. They'd rather put my life in danger then theirs? Or not waste time if it wasn't my car?
Minnesota's budget appears to be balanced. My job is safe for another year. The state is borrowing money from the Tobacco Endowment, however, have plans to pay it back. Hopefully they keep their promises. Check out the STRIB article. They say it will NOT hurt prevention programs like ours.
Jobs suck sometimes. Red, the dad on That 70's Show says it best. "That's why they call it WORK! If it was enjoyable, it would be called Happy Fun Time!" Thoughts are with you Mike.
Tuesday, May 14, 2002
Apparently, I spoke too soon on my car! This morning my co-worker, Pogi (his real name is Eric, but I digress) walks in and asks me what my license plate number is on the car. I told him and he looks at a slip of paper and said, "I parked next to your car last night at my apartment lot." Holy Crap! I called the police, they told me to not approach the car but go to see if it was still there. It was, so I called them back and they met me there. They did not finger print and they didn't seem to think the people lived in the complex. Probably just dumped it there. The kicker is: it's 5 blocks from our place.
A total of anywhere of 20-30 miles were put on. They jimmied the lock and put a hole there by it. Next, they cracked the shaft of where the steering wheel sits on. Started it from there. Next, graffiti all over the passenger side and on the dash (inside). Lovely permanent markers. Chucked out the glove box and took nothing but my insurance information and the photocopy of the title. Took the rosery I had hanging from the rear-view mirror. Dumped out all of sweaty gym bag clothes and shoes, but took the bag. Pop cans (not mine) and a cigarette packages all over, and my maps scattered all over. Busted the ash tray, which never opened and kicked in a lot of the dash. I tried to start it, and although the key does go in, it does not turn in the iginition. Insurance will take a look at it and find out if it's fixable or total it. wild.
Mike says maybe they took it for a ride and realized how shitty the car was. Haha
Forgot to mention that I went to my step-sister's graduation from Community College on Friday night. Key note speaker was former MN Governor Arne Carlson. Not a fan of the guy (Republican) but his speech was quite good. The real fun of the night was during the National Anthem. The guy forgot the words. I have never witnessed this before. I thought something was up when he said, "perilous night" instead of fight and then he went into "for the ramparts we...." and then he mumbled something like "hmmm, hmm". The guy behind him says, "Rockets red glare". The singer shrugged and jumped back in and everyone cheered. I didn't, I laughed hysterically. For some reason I thought this was extremely funny. Or else I'm just mean.
I'm also the person that couldn't ever stop laughing in class when someone accidentally farted. :)
A total of anywhere of 20-30 miles were put on. They jimmied the lock and put a hole there by it. Next, they cracked the shaft of where the steering wheel sits on. Started it from there. Next, graffiti all over the passenger side and on the dash (inside). Lovely permanent markers. Chucked out the glove box and took nothing but my insurance information and the photocopy of the title. Took the rosery I had hanging from the rear-view mirror. Dumped out all of sweaty gym bag clothes and shoes, but took the bag. Pop cans (not mine) and a cigarette packages all over, and my maps scattered all over. Busted the ash tray, which never opened and kicked in a lot of the dash. I tried to start it, and although the key does go in, it does not turn in the iginition. Insurance will take a look at it and find out if it's fixable or total it. wild.
Mike says maybe they took it for a ride and realized how shitty the car was. Haha
Forgot to mention that I went to my step-sister's graduation from Community College on Friday night. Key note speaker was former MN Governor Arne Carlson. Not a fan of the guy (Republican) but his speech was quite good. The real fun of the night was during the National Anthem. The guy forgot the words. I have never witnessed this before. I thought something was up when he said, "perilous night" instead of fight and then he went into "for the ramparts we...." and then he mumbled something like "hmmm, hmm". The guy behind him says, "Rockets red glare". The singer shrugged and jumped back in and everyone cheered. I didn't, I laughed hysterically. For some reason I thought this was extremely funny. Or else I'm just mean.
I'm also the person that couldn't ever stop laughing in class when someone accidentally farted. :)
Monday, May 13, 2002
No word on the car. I like my rental car because it's smaller car then I've ever had. But, it's a Ford Escort, and even though the new ones are better, I'd still never buy one. No offense to those out there that have one. It's just that if I came home with a Ford, every male member of my immediate family would shoot me. GM-the way to go. In the paper I looked at a Cavalier, Corsica, Lumina, Malibu, etc. Another Buick LeSabre would put me in the grandpa category-the new ones are huge. Any suggestions? Since my husband is tall and Mr. Muscles, I have to have a vehicle that will fit him too. And, 4-door is a must, since parenthood would be on the horizon in the coming years.
Mike is currently benching 380lbs. His goal is 405. OH MY GOD. He quit drinking pop/caffeine (or soda, coke, or whatever the hell else it's called) again 3 months ago and he is amazed at what power it's given him. And, it's always a given while he's working out that some dude will walk up and say, "Hey, where can I get the juice you're on?" He loves to say "This is nothing but hard work." Cool.
SNL was decent this week. Will Farrell's last impression of George Bush. I can't believe he's leaving. My favorite part is his reference to the widow of King Hussein of Jordan, "Queen Amidala." I'm willing to bet Queen Noor gets a laugh out of that one. My favorite skit was near the end. The show with Maya Rudolph and Rachel Dratch in "Wake up Wakefield". As always, Maya will be the future 'Mrs. Randy Goldman.'
FYI to Mike L.: You'll be happy to hear that this Webb did not attract morons in customers/service/general public this weekend. Unless spending time with my extended family on Sunday for Mother's Dad qualifies. It might.
Funny story: ran into a guy I dated a few times in high school at Shopko over the weekend. He stops me as I walk by him and says, "Are you a Webb?" Then, he remembers my name and I finally realize who it is. I went out with this guy like 4 times total in my senior year. He was a year younger and SOOO immature. I knew his sister and she hooked us up. Nice guy, cute, but clueless. He was in a foster home-his mother had 9 kids (hard core Catholics) was scizophrenic and the Dad had walked out on them. The mom cracked and most of the younger kids were farmed out to foster homes. The kid had no confidence. Anyway, he tells me as we're standing there that when we dated he'd never kissed a girl. Let's just say he NEVER kissed me. Why is he telling me this now? I turned bright red and laughed. He thought it was funny. Wanted to know if I was married, etc. Long story short-uncomfortable and wierd. Brought back memories I didn't really want to remember I guess!
Ocean's Eleven came in the mail on Friday on DVD. Good movie.
Mike is currently benching 380lbs. His goal is 405. OH MY GOD. He quit drinking pop/caffeine (or soda, coke, or whatever the hell else it's called) again 3 months ago and he is amazed at what power it's given him. And, it's always a given while he's working out that some dude will walk up and say, "Hey, where can I get the juice you're on?" He loves to say "This is nothing but hard work." Cool.
SNL was decent this week. Will Farrell's last impression of George Bush. I can't believe he's leaving. My favorite part is his reference to the widow of King Hussein of Jordan, "Queen Amidala." I'm willing to bet Queen Noor gets a laugh out of that one. My favorite skit was near the end. The show with Maya Rudolph and Rachel Dratch in "Wake up Wakefield". As always, Maya will be the future 'Mrs. Randy Goldman.'
FYI to Mike L.: You'll be happy to hear that this Webb did not attract morons in customers/service/general public this weekend. Unless spending time with my extended family on Sunday for Mother's Dad qualifies. It might.
Funny story: ran into a guy I dated a few times in high school at Shopko over the weekend. He stops me as I walk by him and says, "Are you a Webb?" Then, he remembers my name and I finally realize who it is. I went out with this guy like 4 times total in my senior year. He was a year younger and SOOO immature. I knew his sister and she hooked us up. Nice guy, cute, but clueless. He was in a foster home-his mother had 9 kids (hard core Catholics) was scizophrenic and the Dad had walked out on them. The mom cracked and most of the younger kids were farmed out to foster homes. The kid had no confidence. Anyway, he tells me as we're standing there that when we dated he'd never kissed a girl. Let's just say he NEVER kissed me. Why is he telling me this now? I turned bright red and laughed. He thought it was funny. Wanted to know if I was married, etc. Long story short-uncomfortable and wierd. Brought back memories I didn't really want to remember I guess!
Ocean's Eleven came in the mail on Friday on DVD. Good movie.
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