Scrab-u-suck

I’m a writer, I know big words, I can spell ( although I can’t type) so why am I so bad at Scrabble? It’s been my shame for years. I am horrible at Scrabble… not too mention most other board games and word games. My most recent embarrassing encounter was at least somewhat lightened by the competition. I mean, CareBear and Elvira are tough but really anyone can beat me at it. It just never lines up for me. From a series of horrible letters to bad placement, my scores just don’t cut it. BUT, I pledge to try harder, do better, actually go when it is my turn if you guys are willing to try again.

This day has not started well and is threatening to get worse so I will continue later…

Crazy Voicemail Fun

I just spoke with my mother who believes I am cruelly and secretly taunting my callers. If you are fortunate enough to catch me at my desk, bully for you. However, for the 99% of other callers, as is dictated by my profession, I must leave an alternative means of contacting me. So I offer those in need of speaking to me, my cellphone and email. As my voicemail clearly states, you may feel free to try me on my cellphone. It says nothing about me actually picking it up. It also very sincerely states that you should go ahead and email me, it in no way indicates I will respond to you just because you’ve emailed.  My mother has convinced herself that it is some kind of sadistic game I play. I have no idea what she is talking about. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go change my voicemail message to say “nope not here either but nice try.”

And………………..Yay, it’s Friday, it’s sunny and I hear the thing to do this weekend is picnic with the Cherry Blossoms.

DC isn’t THAT Big

A couple of months ago you may remember my blog about the awful decision to move all my peeps ( well most of) to the other building. At the time , my pain and utter despair was somewhat half-hearted because in all honesty, it’s really just a short 2 minute walk.  Around the same time as the big office shuffle, I also moved apartments. Once again, a 2-5 minute walk. As it turns out a 2 minute walk is quite the hurdle. Here is what I have learned, either a half mile is an extremely long distance in this city or there really is no difference between 2 minutes and 30 minutes when you have to get up off your ass and do something. I have not seen the other half of my street in over three months. Two minutes further away and it’s like those restaurants have ceased to exist, that corner is no longer there and that nice homeless gentleman …  ok well you know what I mean.

While my husband and I have found other restaurants that are good and other corners to cross at and well , no homeless people, but that one I can live with, I miss some of the old places. As someone who has moved around quite a bit in her time, I am used to missing places, but I don’t ditch people. And, I realized this morning I have not seen CareBear in over a week. I’m not sure that has ever happened before. Now restaurants, I can replace but not my CareBear. It looks like I’m going to have to make an, ugh, effort to not be so lazy. So, I have a collection of unwatched teen movies, with our names on them. Wanna watch? Of course, it will have to ab after the boy and I go down the street to our “old neighborhood” for dinner.

The Fountain of Youth

Apparently I have found it where others have not… pity. It’s called moisturizer and good genes. While I’m not taking it for granted, I’m pretty sure it shoudln’t be used against me.

PS- Thank you to today’s blog post muse!

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes

After watching Across the Universe and the past two weeks of idol – all devoted to the Beatles– I went on a little Beatles kick of my own this weekend.  After scouring through my husband’s music collection, and those of his colleagues, I compiled about 5 CDs of the British Invasion. Including my all time favorite, Rocky Raccoon. That’s right CareBear, I’m a raccoon fan. Honestly, one of their best songs and I have no idea why more people don’t know it. Anyway, after hijacking his computer for an hour or so to download everything, I have a mostly complete collection. Yay!

BeatlesMania aside, we also took a trip to Annapolis on Sunday. Once we finally got ourselves together, stopped eating the candy from the Easter  basket I made him, we hit the road. Now that his camera is back from the technology hospital, we are trying to get out to nice places. So, it was quite a day, shopping, oysters and picture fun. You can check out his pictures here.

 Anyway, this is pretty boring but I’m really tired and think I need  to go to the car and get my CDs.

Super Ninja Warriors to the Rescue

It started like any other Friday night, my husband and I just sat down to watch a movie. Suddenly, the secret phone rang (ok it was my cellphone) but it was an unrecognizable 800 number so we ignored it.  Ten minutes later the phone began to screech out- again. This time it was the distinctive ring of my lovely sister Ta. She sensed danger at the house of our dear mother. Ok, so she didn’t so much sense it as the alarm company called her and said someone had broken in. She had desperatly attempted to call the house to reassure herself and reached my mother but had been cut off moments later. No one had heard from her since. So, whisking into action, the ninja warriors geared up. As we headed towards the house, our lights turned down, it seemed quiet. Too quiet.  Parking at the bottom of the incredibly long and uphill driveway, we exited the vehicle and moved steath- like towards the gate to the house. As we approached the gate, ninja one effortlessly lept over the gate and motioned for me to do the same. As my legs lifted from the ground to leap, I thought to myself, nope not going to happen as I fell right onto the gate which emitted a horrifying noise that likely woke the neighbors.  Undeterred, the two ninjas continued up the stairs and into the house. Flying up the stairs to my parents bedroom, there was movement. Ninja one looked out, “Someones coming.” “Yes, it’s my dad.” As my father flicked on the lights, there was my mother, woken from her sleep. She looked at her ninja rescuers and said, “Bedtime. Go Home.” Eh, turns out she put the phone down and forgot to hang it up in all the confusion. Our heroes hung up the phone and all was right.

Also, this just: Green Beer makes you stupider than even regular beer. Case in point, I am neither from South Dakota nor did I come to Washington DC to save Buffalo. Also, I am not 17. As convincing as I’m sure these things sounded, indeed I believe green beer kills more brain cells or people are dumber than I thought.

Leveraging the Internet to Get Your Message Out

While I announced this site was closing yesterday, I would like to modify that to “Closed for Renovation.” Perhaps I am bit too entangled in the digital age, and can’t let go of my work. But as I sit here with my latest writing assignment on leveraging the Internet to Get Your Message Out, it occurs to me, if no one knows who the message comes from or relates to and can’t take action without permission it becomes a testament to your feelings and nothing more. You aren’t selling your story or painting a picture.. no product, no canvas. So after the remodeling, I will continue to write my honest thoughts here. Still anonymous, except to a handful of people of MY choosing. Be warned, while it is not intended to be hurtful in any way, my topics might be limited and it may not always be pretty,  I am still going to be 100% honest, because really what else would be the point. So, you must be this tall to ride and before you buy your tickets, make sure you don’t get easily jolted because there are no refunds.

Closing Down Shop

Closing Down Shop  It appears that I need to be closing the doors to my blog. To those of you who have been reading since I started and those of you who have recently begun monitoring me from afar, thanks. Unfortunately, this was intended as a place to air my thoughts about work and life. It was a safe place for me to chat and share my personal thoughts with the handful of you whom I have invited. It is very sad for me but this blog while meant to vent about work and other randomness on my mind, it has been interpreted by others in a way I never imagined. The twisting and bad interpretation brings me sadness but more importantly has made me feel as though I’ve been violated leaving me with feelings of betrayal and a loss of trust for my personal thoughts. They were not mean to be widespread or hurtful, I do not use names, I do not speak harshly about others, I do not know why one would think I have. As I have said repeatedly, if you are looking for trouble you are bound to find it, but my friends you won’t find it here anymore, We are Closed.

On a side note, I extend an open invitation to all my readers both new and old, near and far, active particpants and lurkers to freely comment to this post and on the decision to shut this down.

**PLEASE NOTE- This Post has been ammended and we are indeed back in business!!

The Saga Continues

I’m still overwhelmed and still preparing to launch a product with no information. You would think when preparing for something like this, someone would have said, “hey, maybe we should be in the office to give our PR person information, a spokesperson, a tissue to wipe away the tears of frustration” but alas, I am without all of these. I am suddenly flashing back to the conversation that went something like “My goal this year is to give you what you need to make your campaign successful.” Looking back I should have sensed the subtext, “Yeah right, see you sucker.”

Well, thanks for reading and stay tuned for the next happy adventure of “what the f&*^? is happening here.”

Overwhelmed and Catty

help I’m drowning… and I believe my very catty morning is catching up to me. Went to go learn from our competitors presentation,. While the speaker did a fantastic job, the bevy of other company groupies hanging out ( with one obvious exception, oh beloved ones roommate) were sure to get their jabs in. Our oh so bright rep, giving me the heads up on a blogging disaster that I have yet to find and so on and so on. Regardless, great speech. However, the morning activity has left me under a pile of things to do- one oh which, I’m fairly certain was not to stop, gab and insult my friends sister, Oh well, all in a day’s work.