Saturday, May 28, 2005

Alright, already...
OK, I'm updating. Sorry it took so long. I have been helping Jim with various fun house projects over the past week-actually, I'm not really going to get a break until this coming Tuesday, but that's OK. I'm having fun.

Today I am going to the second of three wedding showers for Adjuwan for her upcoming wedding (it's almost here! eee!). But this one is going to be super cool because it's basically a cook-out for couples. Lucky for me I am now one half of a couple, so I'm qualified.

Other than that, not much is going on, except for my dad's dog (the fat, rotating Chihuahua) is now struggling with blindness for a yet un-diagnosed reason. Hopefully we'll know soon-but he's not that old, so I don't see it being anything huge. I hope.

So...yeah. That's about it. Other than the fact that I am thankful that I now have a job I really really enjoy and work with two great girls and am using my creative side and have money to pay my bills and more time to work on my other goals.

God is faithful.

Friday, May 20, 2005

Funny how things work out...
So here's a summary of my past week:
Tuesday: got laid off.
Wednesday: called a custom framing shop to see if they were hiring; dropped off a resume at lunch.
Thursday: was called for an interview at said framing shop.
Today: hired on the spot at said framing shop. I start Monday.

Wow. This may sound odd, but I really think God set me up for this. I mean, I basically was offered the hours I want on the days I want, more pay than I expected, and all of the time off I needed in June. Wow. And I'll be getting to use creativity and artistic skills! What a concept! And I get a significant discount on any framing I want to do, which is super convienient with my photography. I now basically have the time, money, and means to teach piano and pursue photography more seriously. And I'm going to really enjoy what I do. I am humbled and thankful, to say the least...

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

I just got laid off. My last day is Thursday. Poo. Oh well, with the way this company is going, it's kind of like getting kicked out of a sinking ship anyways...

Upside: I have Friday off-woohoo!

Monday, May 16, 2005

If only life were like a sit-com, where issues got totally resolved in tidy little half-hour increments...

...if only...

Friday, May 13, 2005

Random Fun
I recieved this in an e-mail today:
"The following is an excerpt from a children's book, "Captain Under-pants. And the Perilous Plot of Professor Poopypants" by Dave Pilkey. The evil Professor forces everyone to assume new names.

Use the third letter of your first name to determine your new first name:
a = snickle

b = doombah
c = goober
d = cheesey
e = crusty
f = greasy
g = dumbo
h = farcus
i = dorky
j = doofus
k = funky
l = boobie
m = sleezy
n = sloopy
o = fluffy
p = stinky
q = slimy
r = dorfus
s = snooty
t = tootsie
u = dipsy
v = sneezy
w = liver
x = skippy
y = dinky
z = zippy

Use the second letter of your last name to determine the first half of your new last name:
a = dippin

b = feather
c = giggle
d = burger
e = chicken
f = barffy
g = lizard
h = waffle
i = farkle
j = monkey
k = flippin
l = fricken
m = bubble
n = rhino
o = potty
p = hamster
q = buckle
r = gizzard
s = lickin
t = snickle
u = chuckle
v = pickle
w = hubble
x = dingle
y = gorilla
z = girdle

Use the third letter of your last name to determine the second half of your new last name:
a = butt

b = boob
c = face
d = nose
e = hump
f = breath
g = pants
h = shorts
i = lips
j = honker
k = head
l = tush
m = chunks
n = dunkin
o = brains
p = biscuits
q = toes
r = doodle
s = fanny
t = sniffer
u = sprinkles
v = frack
w = squirt
x = humperdinck
y = hiney
z = juice

My new name is Dorky Gigglechunks. Jim's is Sleezy Dippindoodle. What's yours?

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

I've been having way too much fun with this site that Allison linked. It generates slogans for whatever name (or nicknames in this case) you put in. Here are a few of mine:

Obey your Erin.
Never Knowingly Furry.
It's Shake 'n' Ern, and I Helped.
We Don't Make Ernie. We Make Ernie Better.
It's a New Rerun Every Day.
Rerun The Flying Terd Keeps Going and Going.
~~and just for fun~~
Marvin the Mountie Always Gets His Jim.

That last one is kind of scary...

Monday, May 09, 2005

We hit town this morning sometime between 12:30 and 1am. First we unpacked my car. Then came the unpacking of the bag I was using (it was Jim's) and the re-packing of my bag. I probably got to sleep sometime between 1:30 and 2am. I anticipate falling asleep on Jim's couch at around 6:30 tonight.

Ok, about the trip. I'm not going to detail our daily schedule, but I will share the highlights. Friday and Sunday we hung out in Ft. Lauderdale, and Saturday was Miami-day. We went to the beach a total of 6 times in three days. Three different beaches. Strangely, we found a nicer beach in Ft. Lauderdale than the oh-so-popular South Beach in Miami. And it was a LOT less crowded. I did not see any famous people, although Jim thought he saw Vin Diesel (is that how you spell his name?) three times over the course of the trip. We did a whole lot of relaxing, checked out some random eaterys (one named Casablanca!) and played some pool. One of the best parts was going to Starbucks yesterday afternoon and just sitting there for over three hours just talking and drinking our de-caf iced mochas. The weather was perfect-warm but not humid. And the wind that was down by the water kept us from even breaking a sweat. We both got some sun (I have flip-flop tan lines-it's officially summer to me now) but neither of us got fried. Our motel room was great. The air-conditioner wasn't the best, but we kept the windows open and it stayed pretty cool. But our door led us right out to the pool, and we just had to walk behind the motel and we were on the beach! It was very nice and you couldn't beat how private it was. And our room also had a full kitchen, so we were able to save money by just going to the grocery store and actually making our meals. It was wonderful.

I guess the most surprising moment of the trip would be when we were eating outside of a Johnny Rockets and a girl walked right by with her ENTIRE left nipple hanging out of her bikini top. I wanted to say something, but I suddenly went mute. Jim did a triple-take. It was hilarious. The best part was about 20 minutes later when she walked by again, coming from the other direction, and just noticed and corrected the problem as she walked by our table. Wow.

And now for the of the trip. We got to the beach in Miami at about 1pm Saturday. We were walking back to where we had parked at around 6, and our car was gone. As in not where we'd parked it. It was at this point (as opposed to 5 hours earlier when we parked the car there) we noticed the plethora of "Residential Parking Only" signs. Uh oh. We were towed. So we walked the half-mile back to a random hotel and asked them if we should call the police or the towing company directly. They said we could walk to the police station (like we had any other option at this point) because it was only about a quarter-mile away. So we did. They gave us the towing company's phone number. Thus began our use of pay-phones for the day (we used many). We called them, found out where they were, and took a taxi (my first taxi ride-whee!). We got there and as Jim was talking to the impound guy and finding out that we owed $185.00, I was reading the sign next to it that says they accept cash or money orders only. Uh oh. As Jim was taking out his credit card, the following conversation takes place:

Me: Um...Jim? (points out sign)
Jim: (reads sign) Shit

So then we tried an ATM to see if he could borrow on a check that hadn't cleared yet. No luck. And my ATM card was in my wallet back in the motel room. Now what? We were stranded in Miami with no car, no cell phones (they were also in our room in Ft. Lauderdale), and no money. Our next idea was to try to get a cash advance on Jim's credit card. So he called his credit card company to set up a pin number. But he couldn't-because it's a corporate card and they had to confirm it with his company. GREAT. Their suggestion? Find a bank and take out a direct cash advance. Well, that would be fine if it weren't SATURDAY. So we went to the local grocery store to see if he could buy a money order-which he could-with cash only. Suck. While there, we saw a faint glimmer of hope-a Western Union sign. Now all we needed was to find someone to send us the money. It just sucked, because Jim had all this credit on this card, but no access. More pay-phone calls. Jim tried his mom to get his sister's number-no answer. I tried my mom, who in turn tried my sister, brother, two aunts, and a friend-no luck. I tried Angie-her home number and her cell. No answer. I may or may not have cried a little at this point. And then it hit me-the Daughertys!!! I've had Josh's home number memorized for almost a decade now, so I called Tony. YES. He'd do it. So then came the waiting process. It was actually kind of picturesque-sitting on a box of paper towels with Jim in the middle of the supermarket reading an issue of Cosmopolitan together. But the money did finally come through. As the guy was confirming it (this guy became quite used to seeing our lovely faces by the end of the night) he said to Jim, "There's a secret question. You need to know both the question and the answer." Jim was flabbergasted, and I think a little scared that after all of our struggling, we wouldn't be able to actually get the money. I blurted out, "Is the question, 'What's the name of the band'?" It was. THANK GOD. Jim filled it out, and we got the money. We then walked the few blocks back to the impound lot and retrieved our car. About a half-hour later, we were back in Ft. Lauderdale-sometime between 10:30 and 11pm- almost 5 hours after discovering our car was gone. So we didn't get to Coconut Grove-sorry, Allison. :)

Even taking that "adventure" into consideration, the trip was truly wonderful, and I'm very thankful that I was able to go. And now I'm back to reality. Woot.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Cinco de Mayo
I, unlike many of my peers, will not be getting drunk tonight or any night this weekend. To those who choose to, I have one request: Please, please don't drive. Thank you.

Just for Aimee
Since you will be bored sans our e-mailing tommorrow, I offer the following sites:
Pigalator (thanks, Danielle!)

Florida countdown: 20 minutes, or however long it takes Jim to get here and pick me up.

I promise to have fun, be good, and stay away from sharks. Until Monday, then...

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

The hardest I've laughed so far today...
So I e-mailed a friend (who shall remain nameless but probably pretty obvious) today about my Florida trip this weekend. This was her response:
"[I hate] you because you're going on vacation, because you're going someplace warm and sunny, and because you're doing it with a boy you like that likes you back. Whore! "

It's comments like these that truly deepen the affection I have for this girl in my heart. Seriously :)

Florida countdown: 1 day, 4 hours, 25 minutes

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

I knew it.
So I asked my boss outright and he told me that, yes, there is a distinct possibility that, because of cut-backs, I could lose my job in the next month. He's not sure yet, but I offered this compromise today: I could work part-time, 9-1 every day, and give up my benefits. That would be enough for me to pay my bills, and then starting in June I could teach piano in the afternoons to make a little extra each month. Sounds like a good plan to me. We'll see if the big dogs bite.

My mouth pain is slowly subsiding, but I just ate some crackers and now I'm hurting again. Time for some more Advil...

Florida countdown: 2 days, 3 hours, 10 minutes

Monday, May 02, 2005

I survived.
So did Jim. But we're both still in a lot of pain. The pain-killers we were given (same ones, actually) work really well on the pain, but leave us all foggy-headed and then coming down from them is just a horrible, sickening experience. So we've been trying to find a balance between using those and Ibuprofein. Since we're both back at our jobs today, we're both on the o.t.c. It doesn't take away the pain completely, but we're not supposed to drive or "make any general or important decisions" while on the prescription, so...yeah...

Oh, and my old website's addy has been taken over by a Malaysian.

Florida countdown: 3 days, 4.5 hours (until we leave...)