Hump Day Hollaaaaa!

Wednesday, July 30th, 2008

Ok, that’s a dumb name, but it’s on par with “de-lurk” as far as I’m concerned.  I’ve never been a big fan of “de-lurking days”, I guess because I always assumed if people wanted to comment, they would.  I always felt like it was just too obvious a plea for comments.  I don’t begrudge anyone that, I’ve seen the fun had by those involved, it just was never for me… before.

I’m about to boldy go where I’ve deigned to go in the past — I’m asking you to de-lurk.  *gasp! dismay! shock abound!*

Ok, so it’s not that big of a deal, I’m just really curious to see who is reading.  I love to meet new people and I don’t just write for me, even though that’s the cool thing to say. I’ll keep it real for you, kids: I write for the fun of it and you are part of the fun.  Without you, I’m just talking to myself and I get enough of that as it is.  wink

Lately there have been some new folks commenting and I’ve been following some links in my traffic to skulk about on blogs who have visited here… maybe even yours.  I think it’s time we introduced ourselves, don’t you think?

So, uh… hi!  *waves* Leave a comment, would you?  It doesn’t have to be profound; I’m just curious who you are.  Tell me a story. Tell me about your blog.  Stroke my ego. Stroke somethin’

Then maybe later we can brush each others hair and gab about American Idol.  And if you get that reference, I’ll send you an IT Girl’s mouse.

Here, I’ll give you a topic to break the ice:  speaking of “de-” things… why is “pantsing” someone the same as “de-pantsing”? I’ve never understood that. Pantsing implies the application of pants, not the removal, but de-pants just sounds dumb.  To pants or de-pants… that is the question!

Dinner Conversations

Tuesday, July 29th, 2008

Joelle: I want mexican food.

Kathy: I want a smoothie and a big rubber fist.

Joelle: I either hear someone’s vibrator… or an electric guitar.

Kathy: What if it’s both?

Categories: snippets

Nobody Can Eat Fifty Eggs

Tuesday, July 29th, 2008

I was just watching the end of Good Morning America where they were doing a segment with Ted Allen, the new host of that Mythbusters-meets-Good Eats series, Food Detectives. I think it premieres tonight on the Food Network.  Anyway, all the hosts were competing to see who could eat six saltine crackers in under a minute because it’s supposed to be some kind of “food myth” that it can’t be done.

I had never heard of this particular myth until about five years ago when a guy who was dating a friend of mine brought it up.  “Dudes, dudes… listeeeen. Can you eat six of those salty crackers in under a minute?” (or words to that effect.)

Conveniently, I had some of those “salty crackers” in my cabinet, so we busted them out.  He and I were the only ones to give it a go and honestly, I wasn’t sure what the big deal was at first. I love saltines and when I’m sick, I can nibble like a little mouse through a whole column of those; it’s the only thing that makes me feel better.  I thought, “Six in a minute?  Amateurs.”

Well, it is a lot harder than it looks, but I did it with 9 seconds to spare on my first try.  The other guy still had a whole cracker left.

I’m still not entirely sure if this is something I should be proud of.  I’ve accomplished many things in my life and I wouldn’t put this up there with being published or losing 100 lbs, but part of me wants it in my bio… cheese

Sharing Eddie

Monday, July 28th, 2008

I’ve been looking forward to this Friday for months and it’s finally almost here!  I get to see Eddie Izzard!  Eeeeeeeeeee!  And with great seats, to boot!  Let’s use more exclamation marks!!!!! OMGPONIES!

Originally, I’d gotten the tickets with Ross in mind, but when our vacation plans got shuffled, I had to think long and hard about who to take with me.  This is no random night of random comedy — this is Eddie.  I want to go with someone who loves him like I do, someone who “gets” the humor, who would really appreciate it.

It’s not that I don’t want to introduce Eddie to potentially new fans, but I don’t want to spend the evening worrying if the other party is enjoying it.  I’ve been waiting years to see Eddie and I didn’t trade my first born for these seats to do anything but laugh until I cry and wonder where he got that lipstick.

I almost sold my extra ticket on Craigslist, but then I remembered that Mrs. Z is probably an Eddie fan, so a few texts and some squealing later, we’re going on Friday night. Hooray!  I could use a night out, and I haven’t seen Mrs Z. since her bambino was born, so this should be a good time. She’s so much fun.

Though, I am going out with chickrawker tonight. She likes this place called Blue Lotus that I’ve been meaning to check out, so we’re having drinks there this evening before karaoke. Hopefully I can go the distance, I’m such an old lady these days. I better start going out more before I start talking to my fish and Tivo’ing episodes of Ghost Whisperer.  Not that I’d do that… or uh, anything.  oh oh

Show Me the Money, Honey

Friday, July 25th, 2008

I recently added my little donation box over on the sidebar there, as I do every year for AIDS Walk. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to participate this year; I thought I might be in England or England might be here, but due to pissy little things like visas and red tape, plans are in limbo. So, in lieu of red tape… red ribbon!

I love participating in AIDS Walk… most of the time I walk by myself except that one year that GC drove down from Imperial Valley (I think?) to walk with me. That was fun!  So, if anyone is inclined to hoof it with me roughly 3-point-some-odd miles on an early Sunday morning with the promise of Bloody Marys in our future, you’re more than welcome.

I miss running Rock the Walk.  I sometimes get sad that I surrendered it to my estranged friend because not only was it my idea… it was a good one!  The ‘friend’ did nothing with it, even though she promised to maintain it, letting the domain name go so some guy in Great Britain owns it now. Lucky him.  (In fact, I couldn’t even get my ‘friend’ to walk with me — it was all about being cool and looking like a charitable person.) But that’s ok… I’ll just walk and get a free t-shirt and enjoy an ice pop from the nice volunteers who hand them out while you’re walking. It’s not about recognition for me… I’m just bummed I no longer have that avenue with which to raise more money for this cause.

I don’t need to wax macabre on a Friday about all the reasons why we need to provide support and services for those living with HIV/AIDS all over the U.S.  What I can do is ask if you could throw a dollar into my kitty, or whatever you’re willing to donate. I’m walking whether I’ve got a three dollars or three thousand,but every little bit helps.  If you’re don’t feel like kicking cash my way, consider walking with me, if you’re in the area. Or, if you have an AIDS Walk in your city, sign up and hustle your own tuchus for donations or volunteer at the event.  There are many way in which you can help. I hope you will. smile

Happy Friday everyone!