Weba and I went to Babies R’Us tonight to register for her shower. First off, I haven’t been to Babies R’Us since…well probably around the time me or one of my siblings was in that age category. This is a whole new area of life that we know nothing about. I felt like two teenagers trying to pretend like we were “all growed up”. Plastic bib or cloth? Pajamas with feet or without? How are we supposed to know?

an overwelming amount of baby bibs

getting a little scanner happy

Practicing for the Big Day

Here’s some photos of when my cousin Michael came to visit. Sometimes I get a little desensitized to the grandeur of the city I live in.

Okay, I have two beefs (beefs?) with the Chinese people. Well, there are more which can be referenced here but for the moment, since this is my lunch break and I’ve got to go back to work soon, I’ve got two.

One. what is the deal with chopsticks? As far as I’m concerned, they are the most useless invention and should have gone the way of the amtrack with the invention of the fork. A fork is so much handier and versatile!

Two. Why do they put all those useless vegetables in your food, don’t they know everyone picks them out anyway? We ordered Chinese food at the office today and I had three pieces of shrimp, basically a whole onion chopped up, and an unidentifiable legum from the gourd family on a bed of rice. Even if I wanted to eat the onion, I could never eat that much! So after eating the 3 shrimp, I’m done and 75% of my lunch is still left. Wasteful!

So I’m sitting in a coffee shop working, the place was full for a while but is now in a bit of a lull having mostly emptied out. I’ve got my headphones on and I’m all the way in the back section alone. You think this would signal that I might want to be left alone but the late night crazies never seem to get this message.

A big Latin women comes up to me and decides to sit right next to me on the chair where I was resting my feet. I of course, try to move them. If she wants to sit there, who am I stop her. It’s not my coffee shop. But she grabs my leg and tells me to put my feet back up. Then she starts rubbing my toes.

Not kidding.

That should have been the first signal but I couldn’t really get out of the situation without looking like a total asshole. She starts telling me that in her broken english that I’m so beautiful and that she was starring at me the whole night. I’m not quite sure what to make of these obvious advances. She gives me her email. Gives me her bracelet. Again not quite sure what to say, I thank her. The conversation continues and I make a point to mention that I indeed like boys and only boys but even this does not dissuade her. She tries to make conversation for a while and when that lapses, just stares at me.

After a few minutes she starts talking in Spanish which unfortunately I understand. She begins to tell me about her apartment and how I should come back with her. Trying to shrug off her advances, I tell her I need to work. She replies that I can still work, she just wants to watch me work.

Watch me work. Like that’s not creepy or anything.

After a few more minutes she she reaches out to touch my feet again which I had moved to what I thought was a safe distance away. I pull my feet back, she finally gets the message and leaves. Not seeing her, I decide to take this opportunity to leave while I can. She sees me packing up and comes back trying to stop me from leaving, telling me that she’s in love with me. I’m so beautiful, blah blah and starts following me out. I start getting a little worried at this point that’s she’s going to follow me home. So i go back in. She comes back, staying a foot or two behind me, obviously going to go whereever i go. I had to grab a strapping fellow to accompany me back to my apartment. While I’ve been hit on before, I’ve never had to do that!

So weird.

Overheard in NY

Good looking suit to lunch date:
How about this–let’s say that you and I are equally attractive. Now let’s say that on any given day we each see 1,000 people of the opposite sex (a lot more, obviously, but that’s a good number). You, as a woman, could sleep with approximately 850 of them–that 1,000 is discounted by the 100 who are gay (10%, as they say), and the 50 who are faithful to their wives/girlfriends. Now for me–I see 1,000 women, but 850 is way too high a number for me–maybe, if I’m lucky, I could find a few skanks in the group willing to bang a guy they don’t know. Aside from that, I’m looking at 2-3 dates, dinners, phone calls, all that shit. That’s why it’s easier for girls.
Date:
Wow.
Good looking suit:
It’s simple math.
Date:
You would only allow 50 faithfuls? Sheesh.
Good looking suit:
Men are scum.

–Bryant Park

Overheard by: wedding rings are for sissies

So. Office Drone. It’s actually not that bad. It’s a little long and the drive can make me want to run over pedestrians, but only if it’s longer than normal. It’s generally either 40 minutes or two hours. Obviously two hours brings on that whole running over pedestrian urge. But the people I work with are really sweet. I’m learning what it is that I’m expected to do and I’m also learning how to do all the stuff i said i could do in my interview (i read the book). The first day, I was being introduced to everyone and they kept calling me “the new IT girl”. In my head I was all, IT? I’m not even sure what that means! But so far so good.

I like most of the work I’m doing. I see it as being a good jumping place for other things that I want to do. It’s not as much programming and web design as I would like, at least right now. But what I really like is that fat paycheck at the end of each month. Oh! and my three monitors even if they are connected to a PC.

While in Seattle, I took a short jaunt up to the old stomping grounds of Esquimalt. Hung out with Mel and Danielle. Just like old times. Here’s some photos.

Isn’t she cute?

down by the water

Just to prove I was there

Back in the YWAM days, we lived right in the middle of the ghetto surrounded by no more than 4 liquor vendors, the most prominent being the Tudor House who called to us late at night with bright lights and corny catch phrases on the sign. We were never allowed to go because we might have gotten led astray by the alcohol and the alcoholics. Thus I have never been there. And don’t worry I only took a photo of the outside for all the throwbacks from the YWAM days.

Meet Big Tom and Terri Baby. Today is their 35th wedding anniversary. Now how’s that for a good run?

Tom and Terri bonded 35 years ago over a McDonalds hamburger. Tom refused to feed Terri on their first date and for reasons unknown to just about everyone, that worked for her. The heart cannot choose who it loves. Terri in turn bought Tom his first dirt bike, never made him wait in line and didn’t complain about McDonalds which apparently was enough to win his heart. Now they drive across the country to visit their many children, work side by side fixing houses and go to Dunkin Donuts, a lot. Apparently, it’s working. Their greatest accomplishment together would be me, their daughter and “author” of this site.

happy birfday to Michelle.

I’ve been meaning to post up photos of this rather eventful summer and finally got around to going through them. In attempts to not overwelm you, I will put a few up every couple days. But here’s the first batch from “Week O’ Wedding!”, part two of “Year O’ Weddings and Major Life Changes!” (Side note: no one I know is ever allowed to get married again. Ever. Or least don’t ask me to attend or be in the wedding.)

First…the blushing bride herself.

The Garter Toss

Some of my new Favorite People

While in Seattle, I was able to spend more time with Angie, Bethany’s best friend and her family. They are wonderful people and were a part of making my visit memorable.

The Night Before