tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-192251462024-03-07T19:15:39.835-08:00Needs More GinghamImbued with a sense of whimsyLaurie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01898992943434546848noreply@blogger.comBlogger1143125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19225146.post-47191764289090075142013-08-29T17:53:00.000-07:002013-08-29T17:53:03.726-07:00Another Gnome Door has openedThere are critters in the house, in the attic and possibly in the walls now. Critters in attics and walls do not bother me. I have lived in old houses. I lived in a farm house with mice in the walls and bats in the belfry...I mean, attic, so I'm kind of used to it. (although, after the snake got loose and hid in the walls, we didn't hear the mice anymore). So, when Gladys Kravitz cornered me last week to tell me about the animals and how terrified she was to sleep, I shook my head. What did she think was going to happen? They'd chew through the walls and get her? Honestly! Well, crazy Gladys wasn't going to let my apathy deter her. She called Pest Control. The Pest Control guy and I agreed that he could come over on Tuesday around 4:30 to take a look in my attic for said critters. I won't get into the fact that he didn't arrive until 7:30 (!), but let's just say I was more nervous about the opening of the <a href="http://onthebuswithlaurie.blogspot.com/2006/02/gnome-doors.html" target="_blank">gnome door</a> than what might actually be up there. <div>
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The gnome door has been painted shut forever, except for a<a href="http://onthebuswithlaurie.blogspot.com/2011/02/strange-things-are-afoot-at-chez.html" target="_blank"> brief time when it wasn't</a>. I've lived there for 14 years now, and I have never opened that door or been present when it was opened. They repainted over a year ago, and the gnome door has been secure ever since. So, when the two men arrived to survey my attic, I may have been a little skittish and hid in the kitchen until I was sure nothing was going to jump out. Guy #1 bravely climbed up there while Guy #2 stayed down and chatted with me. They asked if I'd ever heard critters. I said, "Heck, yeah. I've been hearing them for 14 years. Critters don't bug me none." (I get a little redneck sometimes) All the while I could hear Guy #1 walking around up in the attic, I kept waiting for the blood-curdling scream that never came. Finally, he popped back down. </div>
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Nope. He found absolutely nothing except an old clay flower pot with a dead branch of something still firmly planted. How amazingly random. His professional opinion is that the critters I hear are just visiting squirrels and not living up there, as there is no poop or other signs of nesting. He moved some boards to block the one opening (under the eaves where the pigeons used to roost before Frau tacked up screening) and said he'd talk to the Frau about closing it up properly. He's also going to suggest trimming the branches of the magnolia tree so they don't have easy roof access. </div>
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Laurie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01898992943434546848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19225146.post-26352870466219063332013-08-01T14:10:00.000-07:002013-08-01T14:10:44.210-07:00Don't fence me inLast Wednesday--not yesterday; the one before--I left for work and everything at Frau Gardens looked as it should. When I arrived home that evening, this happened.<br />
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A fence that had heretofore not been there suddenly appeared. Well, not suddenly like "BAM! Here's your fence!" but suddenly as in sometime in the past eight hours, a fence has been erected. I puzzled over this addition longer than I should have. I stood on the sidewalk, head cocked to the side like a dog looking at a ceiling fan, wondering "why now?" I've lived at Frau Gardens for 14 years now and we have never had a fence, nor any need for one that I could see. Since the fence is only about two and a half feet high, one can only assume its sole purpose is to keep dogs from crapping on our lush, green lawn. <br />
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The Frau was too damned cheap to install a gate at the third sidewalk, the one in front of my front stoop. And while that is not <i>really</i> a big deal--I mean, the yard isn't that big--it is still annoying that I can't just enter in front of my own porch and have to walk along the dreaded uneven cracked sidewalk, the site of my horrible fall last year that left me bruised and sprained for months, and that I can no longer sneak past Latina Gladys Kravitz, as I am required now to walk right in front of her apartment. In defiance, I've been walking right across the grass, because I'm a rebel, Dotty. </div>
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Another awesome side effect of the new fence: when my downstairs neighbor comes home from the bars at 3am, I not only get to hear him slam his screen door, I now get the added bonus of hearing him slam the gate as well. Last Friday he had a party, which from what I could hear was attended by the <a href="http://www.nbc.com/saturday-night-live/video/girl-you-wish-you-hadnt-started-a-conversation-with-at-a-partys-summer-plans/n36354/" target="_blank">girl you wish you hadn't started a conversation with at a party</a>, and I was treated to the lovely sound of every single guest slamming the gate as they left. Yes, I'm old and cranky. Now get off my lush, green lawn. </div>
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I got cable and internet at my house yesterday!! I haven't had cable TV since 1999, and I've been without any kind of TV or internet at home for at least 9 months. I've been doing a lot of Netflix. So, Hooray! I got cable. And Hooray, the guy came early and was done early. I was going to run a work errand and be off to work. But my car battery, which has been slowly dying, told me otherwise.</div>
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Off to Pep Boys I went to get a new battery and, while I was at it, brake lights since the police officer who pulled me over on Thursday gave me a warning and I don't want to tempt fate. The wait was an hour and a half. I emailed work and told them I was taking a vacation day since "hour and a half" in mechanic terms usually translates to "three hours." It was actually two hours. I got out of there unscathed, then ran the work errand (through West Hollywood traffic no less) and then decided to stop at Target for TWO THINGS. </div>
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A Million Dollars later, I left Target with a new vacuum (on sale), since (as stated on Twitter) nothing highlights your housekeeping failures like inviting a stranger into your home. [UPDATE: Highlight of my Target visit was seeing <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0057882/" target="_blank">this guy</a> in the elevator.] The new vacuum is awesome. It made my fire-engine red carpet look like new. Never loses suction? You bet it doesn't. It sucks so well that it sucked up the power cord for the brand new, never used, HD-DVR cable box and shredded it. </div>
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I'm really lucky it didn't start a fire since it was still plugged in and one end of this was sparking. The vacuum is still running great, btw. Since I hadn't eaten the sandwich I brought home, I sat down to eat while thinking of what I can do. I mean, I didn't want to call the cable company and tell them I destroyed the power cord on the first day. I decided that Best Buy would probably have a replacement cord. Surely I'm not the first idiot to do this. But, lo, my friends at Best Buy could not help me. They suggested...the cable store that I passed on Santa Monica Blvd in West Hollywood earlier. It was roughly 3:30 when the shredding occurred. By the time I ate and got to Best Buy, 5:00. I got to WeHo around 5:40 because, you know, the unbearable traffic. The cable store closed at 5:30. Then, I suddenly remembered there's a cable store on Cahuenga right by my house. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. I drive by it every day! I raced over there and they closed at 6:00. I didn't make it. </div>
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Laurie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01898992943434546848noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19225146.post-61565783869025539272013-06-07T20:12:00.002-07:002013-06-07T20:12:26.822-07:00The Frau ruins a perfectly good FridayJust when you thought you'd never hear another Frau story again....<br />
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Today--Friday, three days later--she left a voicemail on my cell phone. "You had the check all the time with you. Then you gave me another check. I never lost your check. I never saw your check. The other day I picked up the check I told you to put in the box. You HAD the check. You just shoved it over there because I looked everywhere for a check. There was no check. I don't know what's your story here. You say keep the check. Throw away the check. I don't know. You give me two checks except one is dated the first and one is dated the fourth. You never gave me a check and now you're trying to cover it up. I just want to tell you this is not acceptable." No, what IS unacceptable is that voicemail.<br />
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I have had brushes with death all weekend long. The universe is trying to tell me something, but I don't know what. I feel like someone is out to get me, and God and my guardian angel are working like crazy to stop it. Here's the story:</div>
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Tomorrow marks the opening day of <a href="http://yarncrawlla.com/" target="_blank">Yarn Crawl LA 2013</a>, and I'm heading out with some yarn-loving ladies to hit the valley region. Yarn Crawl, for the uninitiated, is a four-day event in which participants visit local yarn shops through the county. There are passports that get stamped at each store, raffles, door prizes, famous knit and crochet folks, and yarn, lots and lots of pretty, strokable yarn. (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JlVqfC8-UI" target="_blank">I will hug it and pet it and squeeze it and I will name it George</a>). The beautiful minds behind this event have wisely mapped all the participating stores by regions and color-coded them, too. <i>I swoon. </i></div>
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Being ever-so-slightly OCD, I went one better. I mapped the stores we plan to hit tomorrow, Googled directions from store to store, and planned a route that will take us in one giant loop, bringing us back to the Glendale/Burbank area to drop one gal off, and hopefully still give us time to get to our regular Thursday night Stitch 'n' Bitch at the Farmer's Market. I also mapped my route to pick the ladies up in the morning, using street view to determine which streets had lights and/or turning lanes for easy left turns. And a route from their homes to the first two local stores we'll be visiting before heading to Burbank. If traffic cooperates and my timing is accurate, we should be able to complete our mission. </div>
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I drink a lot of water. In fact, I drink mostly water. I'll have a large coffee in the morning and switch to water by 10:30 or 11:00 every day. I do consume the occasional Diet Coke or Iced Tea, but for the most part, I'm a big fan of the H2O. So, I didn't really need to be reminded to drink water, but I'm a sucker for a cute app. </div>
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Super cute, right? And it makes this sweet little chirp note when you give it a drink. It will remind you ever 2, 4, 6, or 8 hours that you need to drink. And if you don't drink (or lie and tell the app you drank anyway), the plant will wither and die. (don't ask me how I found out)</div>
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Here's my little Dandy all grown up. What's with the tongue, mister? Yeah, that tongue goes in and out. Someone's got an attitude problem. Did you know you're just a weed? Oh, they blink, too. If you're into the whole anthropomorphic thing (I name everything!), you'll love this. </div>
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Laurie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01898992943434546848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19225146.post-60629735696846387482013-04-05T12:31:00.002-07:002013-04-05T12:31:40.782-07:00Hillbilly PoetryIn checking my Postini for missed emails, I found the usual plethora of bedroom enhancement drugs, lottery winning announcements, and password hacking warnings. But interspersed were the strangest subject lines I'd ever seen. I started reading them and they sounded like random quotes from some colloquial short story. And so, I present to you, Hillbilly Poetry.<br />
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Greetings, My Beloved</div>
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I thought this might be in yer interest</div>
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But the words wouldn't come</div>
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He was awful surprised</div>
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It made me shiver</div>
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Oh, he done it admirable</div>
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Before un you claims it</div>
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I hain't got no money</div>
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Why, yonder he is now</div>
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That cheered me up</div>
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But I never said so</div>
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I didn't mean no harm</div>
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I was tangled good, now.</div>
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It was a close place</div>
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Tom said so himself</div>
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My Boss thinks I'm kind of a big deal</div>
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Well, then</div>
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He was drunk, I reckon</div>
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I throwed the paddle down</div>
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I whooped and I listened</div>
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There, now, that's a specimen</div>
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Only they? They told you would</div>
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Po little chap</div>
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We blowed out a cynlinder head</div>
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Oh, he's sly, I reckon</div>
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So, she hollered</div>
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Anybody would</div>
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Not by a blame sight</div>
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That disturbed Jim, and me, too</div>
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Phillip, never forget a movie trailer you like</div>
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<i>Sponsored by sinus medication that makes me loopy, and cramps, and hunger, and lack of coffee.</i></div>
Laurie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01898992943434546848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19225146.post-12067798576730727832013-04-04T16:38:00.001-07:002013-04-04T16:38:29.536-07:00Most Hard-Earned Medal Ever<div style="text-align: justify;">
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It's been a rough week so far, with lots of waking up late, getting to work late, sitting in meetings that never end and accomplishing squat. We have a giant fundraising event in just four weeks, and I am in the middle of creating a new website. Also, I have a sinus thing that's making my teeth hurt, and I'm hormonal. Not the best time to come at me.So, I was kind of at the end of my tolerance yesterday when a co-worker came to me with a new idea. Her idea is actually cool, but instead of "Hey, I have a great idea," I heard "Hey, I don't like they way you're doing your job. My way is better, so I went to your boss and he agrees." Which, really? No one needs that. </div>
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I went from zero to enraged in two seconds and warned her, as calmly as possible, that this was not a good day and that I really can't think about anything else at the moment. I sent her away, closed my door, and cried for a good five minutes. Then, I went for a walk and got some chocolate. If anyone deserves this medal, it's me.</div>
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Laurie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01898992943434546848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19225146.post-91120989155596801132013-04-01T12:42:00.000-07:002013-04-01T12:42:47.971-07:00I guess fezzes really ARE coolI've been fezzed--TWICE. <br />
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On Saturday, in honor of the premiere of the new season of Doctor Who, BBC America "doctored" Twitter avatars for any Whovians who asked. Here's my new Who avatar.<br />
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Laurie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01898992943434546848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19225146.post-77824558539706447922013-03-28T18:12:00.000-07:002013-03-28T18:12:13.535-07:00I think my clock is broken, because it's been Tooth Hurty all day<i>yeah, I love a good pun. Sorry.</i><br />
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So, a few years back...long before Sandy, when I was still dealing with poor Jamie (my VW Jetta?), I had an abscessed tooth. You may remember my problems trying to see a dentist and the subsequent root canal, which I chronicled <a href="http://onthebuswithlaurie.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-four-in-which-laurie-ann-storms.html" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="http://onthebuswithlaurie.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-time-is-best-time-for-dentist.html" target="_blank">here</a>. The dentist who ended up finishing my root canal, and fitting the crown, was kind of shady. Well, it wasn't so much the dentist who was shady, but the dental group on a whole. I'm sure many of you have been through it. They take some X-rays, then confer to see what insurance will cover, then come back to you with a laundry list of things you absolutely MUST have done or your teeth will fall out, you'll become a pariah, and you'll never be happy again. Well, I really needed the root canal, and the crown, and I needed a cleaning, so I agreed to those things for some exorbitant price and never went back. In fact, I never finished the cleaning because they wanted to do it in four separate visits at $175 each and I don't have that kind of money. Well, roughly four months later, the crown, which they made in their offices and was supposed to be some wonderful porcelain something or other, broke. I called them and told them, but their answer was "sure, we'll fix it. For $1000" or however much a new crown was going to cost. Yes, I could have fought about it, gotten the insurance company involved, blown a gasket until they relented--I didn't. Frankly, I was exhausted from dealing with Jamie and her slow and steady demise, and I just didn't have any fight left in me. </div>
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So, I spent a good deal of time researching new dentists, because the one that is on my insurance card (not the one mentioned above, but just as bad apparently) is no longer open for business. I Yelped and found that this whole upselling of stuff is rampant among dental groups these days. I'm not talking teeth whitening or braces. I'm talking about trying to sell you on the more expensive filling materials by claiming they don't use amalgam anymore, or claiming you really need the deep cleaning because your gums have gone to pot, or scaring people (with no risk factors, mind you) into getting an oral cancer screening. What happened to filling the damn cavity, cleaning the damn teeth, and leaving it at that? </div>
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Laurie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01898992943434546848noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19225146.post-53633316992257693212013-03-19T17:13:00.000-07:002013-03-19T17:13:04.110-07:00I got a package!<br />
I won a contest on <a href="http://sandiegomomma.com/" target="_blank">San Diego Momma</a>'s blog and then promptly forgot about it. So, when I came home from work the other day and found a package on my front porch, I was excited and intrigued. <br />
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The $25 gift card arrived separately. I am all set for a big night at the movies...or since movies are so darn expensive, a big matinee at the movies. Thanks, Deb from <i>San Diego Momma</i> and the Weinstein Co. <div>
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Laurie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01898992943434546848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19225146.post-51514607052330734372012-11-14T17:44:00.001-08:002012-11-14T18:01:55.281-08:00I need an intervention<div style="text-align: justify;">
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So, I began searching through every bag and collected all my needles. If they were stagnant on a project that hadn't seen daylight since the Clinton administration, they were ripped out of the stitches. I was ruthless. I also started collecting yarn for the next Stitch n Bitch swap. </div>
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I sat down, watched <i>Midnight in Paris,</i> and sorted all the DPNs by size, then labeled them and cataloged them for future reference. Do I have Size 8s? Why yes, plenty. And now I know exactly where to find them. (I used old fortunes from fortune cookies as the wrappers in most cases). </div>
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Laurie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01898992943434546848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19225146.post-54893439079647798012012-11-06T08:56:00.001-08:002012-11-06T08:57:28.369-08:00A message from Claudette and me<div style="text-align: justify;">
It's Election Day, and that always reminds me of that time my former roommate and I gave our County Treasurer a facelift. I wrote about it <a href="http://onthebuswithlaurie.blogspot.com/2008/09/tales-of-mischief-maalox-and-claudette.html">here</a> in 2008. It was one of my favorite times and also one of my last hurrahs as a 20-something. That is why today, when I Googled images of my buddy Claudette to give her the 2012 treatment, I was overwhelmingly proud to find this as the second result.</div>
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Ah, poor Claudette. I'm sorry, ma'am. You've done a fine job as Monroe County's Treasurer. But, just because I can and because it's important, here's a little message from Claudette on this Election Day 2012.</div>
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Laurie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01898992943434546848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19225146.post-83293216357086494472012-10-04T12:44:00.002-07:002012-10-04T12:44:44.369-07:00Internet, I love you. <div style="text-align: center;">
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...which is delightful. I dare you to look at Count Chocula now and not think Liberace. Who knew CC was such a dandy? And to drive the point home, I found this...</div>
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You know when you're the only woman in a meeting and you <i>feel </i>something, so you excuse yourself to go to the ladies room and discover that your period decided to show up. And since you weren't really expecting it you don't have any feminine hygiene products on you. So, you fold up some toilet paper and tuck it in the crotch of your pantaloons and hope it holds for the rest of the meeting. And then the meeting stretches on forever, like an hour more. And then, when you finally get a chance to run downstairs to the little store in the lobby, it's closed. So, you go to the restaurant whose owner also runs the little store and you ask her if the girl running the store will be back soon and she shouts at you from behind the counter, "Why? What you need?" But you can't answer her back because you don't want to shout, "I got my lady problems and I don't have no pads, gurl." So, you quietly say you can wait if she's coming back soon, but then you find out she's not coming back soon because one of the employees called in sick so she's covering the coffee stand in front of the building, which is also owned by the same people. So, you go outside and talk to the daughter who's running the coffee stand and quietly whisper, "heeeey, I, um, need to get some Kotex." But she has to wait for the other girl to come back from break, so you wait a little while. And then the nice daughter comes and saves you by opening the store for you to buy some waaaay overpriced pads, and double bags them so you're not embarrassed when you get back to the office. You know that? Yeah, I hate when that happens.</div>
Laurie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01898992943434546848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19225146.post-4030387540512646362012-10-01T17:06:00.002-07:002012-10-02T17:37:06.147-07:00One Saturday at the car repair shop...<div style="text-align: justify;">
On Saturday, I spent the better part of the day waiting for my car to get new brakes and an oil change. What follows is a series of texts between my friend and me concerning a somewhat handsome and nerdy guy who was also waiting around the waiting room. I named him Beards Magee (because he had a beard). </div>
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I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Let's just start there. I was plagued with nightmares, none of which I can remember at this point, but I went to bed with the moon still high in the west, then woke up at 7am with the sun in my eyes. I decided to read a little and fired up my beloved Kindle, which oddly had no name*, and dove in. Two hours later, my mind began to drift**. Laundry was piling up. So, with a sigh, I placed my beloved Kindle carefully into it's padded case, and gathered clothes. Just before leaving the house, I crawled across the bed to turn off the window fan. That's when I heard a pop...or was it a crack. A cracky pop. Or, a poppy crack. Whatever it was, the sound was horrifying. I knew immediately the source of said soun; my beloved Kindle, post-mortemly named Ken, was under my left hand and now, he's stuck on Jules Verne for eternity. Normally, when I'm done reading, I put Ken in his case and place it on the shelf of my nightstand. Today, I left him on the bed, and then tossed the covers back, thereby covering Mr. Kindle. I guess this makes the case for always making the bed, but I doubt I'll change.</div>
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The Michael's trip went well, except for the high cost of costume supplies, and I was off to the laundry. I didn't have a lot of cash, so I decided to conserve washers. Don't tell my Mom (I'm hoping she was watching one of my other siblings), but I didn't separate my light and dark shirts. I threw them in together, which is okay if you use a cold wash. The rinse cycle on the first washer came and went. The rinse cycle on the second washer came and went. I stood there, Downy at the ready, and still no rinse cycle for the third washer. Why not? Oh, maybe because I didn't turn it on. It was underwear, so normal wash, push on--sigh. This will set my laundry time back at least 45 minutes. First washer done; jeans in dryer. Second washer done; undies in dryer. Third washer.....OH MY GOD! I just washed my lights and darks in WARM. Fortunately, only one shirt was ruined. </div>
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Laurie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01898992943434546848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19225146.post-26851873297821745162012-09-28T17:47:00.002-07:002012-09-28T17:47:36.986-07:00I want to like it, but they've broken my rules.<div style="text-align: justify;">
Regular readers of my irregular blog know I have one gigantic pet peeve about movies and TV shows--realism when using actual places. I stopped watching <i>24</i> when Kiefer told some guys he'd meet them in West LA in 15 minutes...while in traffic near Hollywood and Highland. Dude, you're not even going to make it to Sunset Boulevard in 15 minutes. (Angelenos are nodding with me right now; those of you from out of town will have to trust me on the ridiculousness of that scenario). I got annoyed with <i>The Office</i> when that one lady was driving from Scranton to the Lehigh Valley for Lamaze. And don't get me started on <i>The Happening. </i> </div>
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Now, I love me some Dystopia, and I had high hopes for <i>Revolution, </i> the new show on NBC. Power goes out; people have to survive without modern conveniences. Bring it on! I can allow for some creative license, given that we don't know what would really happen. But then they did it--they showed scenes from around the nation of what has happened since the power went out. Mind you, the power has only been out for 15 years. I'll let you think about that for a second. 15 years. That's nothing. Any parent can tell you how quickly 15 years passes. </div>
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So, in 15 years without electricity, nature has completely taken over major cities. Major citie, whose only grass and trees was in parks, now have trees and plants growing on the very top floors of high rises. What? </div>
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Laurie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01898992943434546848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19225146.post-73603751367797795102012-09-20T14:29:00.002-07:002012-09-20T14:29:43.792-07:00And now we know why you've never seen a unicorn<div style="text-align: center;">
Just in time for Halloween, and someone's birthday, I give you this delightfully creepy item.</div>
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These and many other items which will surely lead to nightmares can be found at the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/littlebubble?section_id=8133188">Little Bubble</a> Etsy shop. I am in no way affiliated with said shop, nor have I been asked for endorsement. I just think their stuff is great, in a "good luck trying to sleep tonight" kind of way. </div>
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Laurie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01898992943434546848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19225146.post-73839509238782013502012-09-12T11:33:00.001-07:002012-09-12T11:33:22.670-07:00Time zones, whatever.<div style="text-align: justify;">
Did you know you can check out library books on your electronic reading devices? (I was going to say Kindle, but you may have something different and I don't want to alienate anyone) You can! It's a pretty simple affair, too, and you have your standard three weeks to read the book before it magically disappears from your device.* Well, I am all about checking out books from my library rather than buying, and if I can do that on my Kindle, then all the better. The selection isn't awesome, but I managed to find some good books that I've been meaning to read. </div>
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Unfortunately, everyone else has been meaning to read them, too. I put a hold on several and was thrilled to receive this email today.</div>
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Please visit the Los Angeles Public Library website <a href="http://e-media.lapl.org/" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">http://e-media.lapl.org</a> and select the 'My Waiting List' link from the 'My <i>e</i>-Media Account' page. From there, you'll be able to add this title to your cart and proceed to check out. If you do not check this title out within 4 days (96 hours), the hold on this title will expire. <u>Please note the time sent is EST (Eastern Standard Time). Your hold will expire 3 hours earlier in PST (Pacific Standard Time).</u></div>
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On my Google homepage, I have a box that presents three top stories from the Los Angeles Times that day. The first story today was about a woman having been bitten by a pet monkey. Here's the article; it's not long</div>
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The monkey, which authorities said was being kept illegally as a pet, attacked the woman Aug. 29, inflicting several severe bites to her arm and fingers.</div>
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“This kind of animal is never meant to be kept domestically. It is illegal," Anderson said. "It lived on a diet including Frosted Flakes and juice. We strongly discourage the keeping of any such animal."</div>
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Anderson said the California Department of Fish and Game is investigation and has the power to seek charges against the monkey's owner for unlawful possession of a restricted species.</div>
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The macaque delivers a dog-like bite and can do severe damage, he said.</div>
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<i>-- Richard Winton, LATimes </i></div>
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In my brief stint as a Journalism major, we were taught the <a href="http://www.uamont.edu/organizations/thevoice/sm/rafts.htm">five rules</a>, starting with answer Who, What, Where, When, Why, and How in the first couple of sentences and save the extraneous information for the following paragraphs. Start with the relevant details, then fill in the things like "she was an avid swimmer." And while the first sentence certainly answers those, putting the monkey's diet in the first sentence makes it seem like that is an important detail. </div>
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Who--woman</div>
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What--was bitten</div>
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Where--Paso Robles</div>
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When--August 29th</div>
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How--by a monkey</div>
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Why--probably because they were feeding it fucking Frosted Flakes and it wanted meat.</div>
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In fact, the writer, as well as the Animal Services Manager, seem really hung up on what the monkey was eating rather than the woman's health. Even the headline on the Google page reflects this:<br />
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Laurie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01898992943434546848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19225146.post-78699977083978890142012-08-16T14:01:00.000-07:002012-08-16T14:01:43.155-07:00Curiouser and curiouser<div style="text-align: justify;">
Longtime fans know that there has been speculation (mostly from my friends) that I sleepwalk or even sleep drive, possibly both and possibly in an alternate dimension. You can read about it <a href="http://onthebuswithlaurie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wonder-what-tuesday-was-like-in-that.html">here</a>, <a href="http://onthebuswithlaurie.blogspot.com/2009/01/confessions-of-possible-somnambulist.html">here</a>, and<a href="http://onthebuswithlaurie.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-you-green-with-envy.html"> here</a>.</div>
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Now, I'm just convinced that my block is somehow like the island in <i>LOST</i> and I just need to accept that strange things happen here and act like it's normal.</div>
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Last night, I got home around 10:50. There was no parking on my street, because some assholes haven't taken their trashcans in from last week and it's trash day again, but that's a rant for another day. So, no parking, decided to try the perpendicular street, which is usually quite full, both sides, but worth a look see. Surprisingly, it was not full. Not full, as in it was COMPLETELY EMPTY. Not a car in sight on either side of the road. I looked for one of those Temporary No Parking signs, but didn't see anything. I tilted my head like a dog staring at a ceiling fan and tried to remember if it was Monday or Tuesday (it wasn't), but then realized that that didn't matter because street cleaning is 10am to 1pm and all the cars are usually moved by then. Why was the street empty?? Did the rapture only happen on that street? And why would the rapture take cars, unless it was Car Rapture. Frankly, I was baffled, but also, I was tired and couldn't be bothered. I didn't want to risk parking there, lest there be something foul at work, and I parked on Wilcox at a metered space that needs to be vacated by 8am. </div>
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I woke early, got myself together and headed to my car just in time to avoid a ticket. Let me back up a second here. Last night, I went to a movie with some friends. I distinctly remember looking at my back bumper because there were two Nissan Sentras parked side by side, and I looked to make sure I was leaning on MY car. My parking permit was firmly affixed to my car. This morning, something told me to look at the parking sticker before getting in my car. I don't know why, I just had a feeling or something. The sticker has half peeled off. I scored the sticker with a blade, and they weren't able to get it all off without tearing it, so they gave up. That's not the weird part. That just pissed me off. </div>
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The weird part was, when I got in the car, the radio was on (I'd been listening to the iPod on the way home) and the parking brake was on. Now, I don't use the parking brake unless I'm on a hill, which I assure you I was not. I remember my actions as I got out to the car last night specifically because I had grocery bags to grab, and my purse, and my knitting was falling out. I know I did NOT apply the parking brake. I even tried to think if someone my purse strap had grabbed the brake and it got pulled up as I got out of the car, but no, I put the strap on my shoulder before looping the grocery bag up on my shoulder, so there's no way that happened. My co-worker Michael thinks some responsible car thieves borrowed my car, parked it back where I had it, and applied the brake because they're cautious. Or, my other personality is at it again. Strange indeed.</div>
Laurie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01898992943434546848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19225146.post-29319820800572714632012-08-13T16:46:00.000-07:002012-08-13T16:46:59.255-07:00Those therapy bills are going to be expensive<div style="text-align: justify;">
Earlier today, I went to the ladies room here at work, and a woman was in a stall with her child speaking in Spanish. I originally thought she was speaking to the child, but it became clear that she was on a cell phone. I sat. I peed. I got ready to wipe, when low and behold a small head popped under the door of my stall, followed by a small body, completely ignoring my cries of "No, don't come in here." I had to open the door and shoo him out, which wasn't easy because our stalls are small and I am most certainly not. Since I was in a wiping position (use your imagination) when he crawled in, I'm sure he got a glimpse of more than he bargained for. I hope he doesn't have nightmares.</div>
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Also, I couldn't help but notice, as I gave the tyke a meaningful shove out the door and continued about my business, that the mother's conversation had stopped and that she was quiet. Dead quiet. Nary a peep. Not even so much as a "get back over here" to her wayward child. The silence continued as I washed my hands and left. </div>
Laurie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01898992943434546848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19225146.post-46165348068253161492012-08-07T17:34:00.000-07:002012-08-07T17:34:21.452-07:00Time sure flies<div style="text-align: justify;">
I began working at my current position in November 2006, and started driving my current route to work in May 2007 after we moved to a new location. There's a house on a particular stretch that always caught my eye. I get stuck at the light in front of this house all the time. It's a lovely old house with a circular driveway, which I adore, but what really caught my attention was the family. One morning, the mom was heading to the car with a toddler in her arms, tucked him into the car seat, kissed the dad* goodbye, and drove off. They are what my sister used to refer to as "The Pretty Family." The scene was just so sweet, yet so mundane that it stuck with me. </div>
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Over the years, I noticed some changes. Mom got a new car (a Mercedes wagon). Dad must have gotten a new job or a new schedule because he was leaving at the same time now. The little one was growing. It was kind of like watching a very long, very slow movie montage of years passing. But, like all things that you see every day, I eventually stopped noticing the pretty family on the corner. Until today. I was stuck through two lights and watched the mom apply sunscreen on a now very grown up child. I swear, the kid looked like he was about eight or nine, although he couldn't be more than six--six and a half tops. There's a dog now, too. And my first thought was, "aww, look at how big he's gotten," followed immediately by "Holy Crap! How long have I been driving this route? That kid is practically in High School." </div>
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It doesn't feel like five years. How can time have passed by so quickly? </div>Laurie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01898992943434546848noreply@blogger.com1