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How Bad Is It?

The last time that I put forth a true conundrum, our discussion was pretty interesting (read here). So here’s the latest situation that we found ourselves in. I need your advice.

This past weekend, MK was in a wedding. We had to go to the mall (no choice) to get his suit. As we were dropping it back off, it was prom or whatever, and the place was packed. With ME IN THE CAR, he pulled into one of the 7 available handicapped spots while he ran in and dropped the suit off. It maybe took a minute.

Mall security approached us as we were reversing. Apparently the big fat guy in the orange shirt behind us had mall security on speed dial, could see from our front dash that 100 yards away that there wasn’t a handicapped tag, and made the call. The nice gentleman mall employee let us off after we apologized.

I would never, on my own, steal a single handicapped spot. But MK leaving me in the car was to show that, were the other 6 spots filled, I would drive around until I found MK, but since he had been driving, we stopped instead of switching spots. Internet, is this the same as murder? I felt pretty huffy about it. And the orange shirt guy glaring and looking mad we didn’t get some sort of penalty or ticket or whatever the mall has the authority to give.

To top it all off, I saw another person (17 year old) park his car and go in, obviously using his gram’s handicapped pass. Isn’t that far more wrong??? Someone, please let me know the rule breaking etiquette.

so handicapped

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Fail

The brother has taught me the very simple term that programmers and internet lovers everywhere make jokes with when someone messes up. “Fail.” That’s it.

There are quite a few things I’ve been failing lately (the usual) , and some I can even forecast:

  • This Blog. I know. Not as quality as it used to be. The no comments is a sign. My less frequent posting is a problem. I’m trying, but life is so random these days.
  • Working Out. Haven’t been in the gym since NYE, and the weights at home aren’t cutting it. The vacations are slowing down my running, since I’m so tired when we get home.
  • Dieting. I have been eating nothing but crap since January too. I don’t even enjoy it. I blame the company and vacations again.
  • Writing. I should do some.
  • Upcoming: No partying until SXSW. We are going skiing again the whole week before I get to Austin. And my drinking buddy and I aren’t going to be able to turn that switch off, not what with the Stella’s calling our names and all.
  • Upcoming: A schedule. We still haven’t made any plans further than one month from now about what to do with ourselves come our next lease being up. Here’s to being spontaneous.
  • Ongoing: Family. As much as I like to talk, I haven’t done any with relations that aren’t visiting me. Shame on me.

Someone needs some help turning this ship around. It’s getting old. Well, on the other hand I’m having the time of my life going out and partying and making friends. I kind of like being lazy. And I AM good at it. Hmm.
fail

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Airporter

We’ve been a lot lately. In the airport. Traveling. Picking up visitors. Getting rid of those visitors. A lot = over twenty times in the last few months and likely another twenty coming up.

I have to tell you what I like the least. It would be the TSA. I’m not sure that I’m allowed to say that in this medium without getting in trouble, so let’s pretend “TSA” stands for “Tacky-Sweatered-Accountants”…

One place there was a lady in a chair. She was pregnant. That much was obvious. But she felt the need to sit far away from the line and announce to everyone that she couldn’t BEND to lean in and check your things. You had to almost lean over the divider and into the podium thing she wasn’t using. “There’s a BABY in there,” she would announce, in case you thought she was just eating beach balls while she ‘worked’.

One place there were many workers. Maybe 12. In one spot. STANDING. I’ve never seen anyone not work so hard. Wait, that’s not true. I saw one lady READING AN US WEEKLY.

After that, I considered applying. I would totally read Us Weekly for a living. It makes me think of what my Dad would say. “Don’t work too hard,” he’d tell her, and she just wouldn’t get it.

I mentioned to my husband what an insane amount of these people we’ve seen, and he provided me with more fodder for annoyance: the 9/11 bad guys had proper IDs. So what do they solve? And, 6 months after the creation of the “Tacky-Sweatered-Accountants”, they gave out lifetime achievement awards. At expensive parties. The more I think of this, I really need to apply. What am I complaining about? I must just be jealous.

tsa

Wait, where’s his sweater?…

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Jeo-PARTY

Thursday night amidst my dinner company and after a rousing round of my favorite pre dinner event, playing Jeopardy, I remembered I wanted to try out. For Jeopardy! That’s right, a few nights ago I had noticed they were having their first round of trial online questions that might get you an interview that might get you a test that might get you 5 other steps of something, and then on TV! I had signed up and it was time.

With my audience suggesting answers cheering me on I crazily ran through 50 questions with 12 seconds each to type in an answer. It was nuts! And to be fair, I rocked it. I must have gotten, at least 5 questions correct. At least.

Ouch. So I might not get that callback. All my smack talking and typical excellence was corralled right there. It is harder than just sitting on the couch shouting out answers. It got me thinking Jeopardy might not be my retirement plan after all. I’m only any good at certain categories. SO I have a new idea.

I want to HOST Jeopardy.

I have to figure out what the requirements are, but I think it’s a safe bet that Trebek will be wrapping up his career in my lifetime, and I need to be waiting in the wings. I’ll preen myself for the takeover. Carey got Price is Right and now it’s my time. I might not look that great on TV, but I could totally do the voices and the accents. Come on. How hard can it be? Not as hard as being a contestant, I bet.

meopardy.jpg

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Logical Or Wasteful?

I see how these could be true, but why waste the good stuff?
15 Uses For Vodka (source)

1. To remove a bandage painlessly, saturate the bandage with vodka. The solvent dissolves adhesive.

2. To clean the caulking around bathtubs and showers, fill a trigger-spray bottle with vodka, spray the caulking, let set five minutes and wash clean. The alcohol in the vodka kills mold and mildew.

3. To clean your eyeglasses, simply wipe the lenses with a soft, clean cloth dampened with vodka. The alcohol in the vodka cleans the glass and kills germs.

4. Prolong the life of razors by filling a cup with vodka and letting your safety razor blade soak in the alcohol after shaving. The vodka disinfects the blade and prevents rusting.

5. Spray vodka on vomit stains, scrub with a brush, then blot dry.

6. Using a cotton ball, apply vodka to your face as an astringent to cleanse the skin and tighten pores.

7. Add a jigger of vodka to a 12-ounce bottle of shampoo. The alcohol cleanses the scalp, removes toxins from hair, and stimulates the growth of healthy hair.

8. Fill a sixteen-ounce trigger-spray bottle and spray bees or wasps to kill them.

9. Pour one-half cup vodka and one-half cup water in a Ziploc freezer bag and freeze for a slushy, refreshable ice pack for aches, pain or black eyes.

10. Fill a clean, used mayonnaise jar with freshly packed lavender flowers, fill the jar with vodka, seal the lid tightly and set in the sun for three days. Strain liquid through a coffee filter, then apply the tincture to aches and pains.

11. To relieve a fever, use a washcloth to rub vodka on your chest and back as a liniment.

12. To cure foot odor, wash your feet with vodka.

13. Vodka will disinfect and alleviate a jellyfish sting.

14. Pour vodka over an area affected with poison ivy to remove the urushiol oil from your skin.

15. Swish a shot of vodka over an aching tooth. Allow your gums to absorb some of the alcohol to numb the pain.

absolut vodkas
www.absolutads.com

NANO TOTAL: 6775 words. Don’t ask.
NaBlo Day 10: Check.

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Life-Changing Stuff

This is a great quote that I found recently, from PJ Harvey:

‘The world doesn’t need any more art that’s just alright’, says Polly Harvey. ‘It only needs mind-blowing, inspirational, life-changing stuff’.

kandinsky

That’s motivation to create something amazing no matter what it is.

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Imitation Salsa

While we were in Mazatlan, we ate chips and salsa on the hour. It was the most addicting salsa I’ve ever had. I would IV it if I could. I haven’t had any good Mexican cuisine in WA state, there probably isn’t any. I decided to make my own, after carefully creating an ingredient list. You might not be interested unless you’re coming over soon and like salsa, but it was pretty good. This is it (it’s prettier if you click the link and blow it up):

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Authored By You

Found this quote this morning, over at Doc Searls Weblog (yeah, it’s old) and thought it really resonates.

Informing is not the same as delivering information. Inform is derived from the verb to form. When you inform me, you form me. You enlarge that which makes me most human: what I know. I am, to some degree, authored by you.

rain puddle

www.thefusiongallery.com

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Cans Of Art

I’m still sleeping after a full, full day hiking Mt. Rainier, I’ll try to recover and tell you all about it… before I get even more into the swing of the 4th of July, which I get a full week of celebrating for, even though I totally disagree with MK and don’t think it really counts as one of those holidays you have to call family on and such. Good sentence.

In the meantime, how about some Cans of Soup, that are artsy?

Cans of Art

flickr can art
www.flickr.com

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What About The Internet?

The research began after a long, thought provoking weekend during which I attended Seattle’s Gay Pride Parade and began to rethink how I feel about a lot of things. I began to root around a little for explanations and theories about Christianity and homosexuality. And this is what I found:

God hates shrimp

I wonder what He thinks about the internet.

On the one hand, that is a fun little way to think about things, sort of. On the other, I think it’s painfully obvious people (including me) have too much time on their hands. Unfortunately it didn’t bring me any new realizations…

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