Are you a folder?

Do you fold your underwear?

Check out this post on Kat's site and chime in.

You know you wanna!

Ms. Mac is on the ball

Thank you Ms. Mac for pointing this out.

In my original post I said that at the conference a different flavor was left over than what was typically left at my office.

The flavor left over at the conference was:

BLUE RASPBERRY

something a little funky

ever notice how weird your fingers feel if you clip one nail too close?

The Jolly Rancher Experiment - The RESULTS

First of all, I'd like to say thank you to EVERYONE who posted a link on their blog, a big thank you also goes out to everyone who provided a vote!

I must say that I was pleasantly surprised at the response, and I would like to personally thank the following folks:

Ms. Mac
Marisa
Gina (on two blogs nonetheleast!)
Abnegate Sanity
Tayster
Some Hoe
Nickel Annie
Kat

So....here are the results.

As you may remember I asked a few questions:

- From the flavors listed above, which one is your favorite and which one do you go for if your favorite isn't available.
- What flavor do you think is always "left over" in my office?

The flavor choices were:
Green Apple
Cherry
Watermelon
Blue Raspberry
Grape

So here are the results:

What is your FAVORITE flavor:
GREEN APPLE was your favorite choice with more than 40% of the votes
WATERMELON and BLUE RASPBERRY were tied with 19% a piece

What is your SECOND FAVORITE flavor:
WATERMELON was the clear winner

What flavor do you think is always left over at my office:

GRAPE was the flavor that 48% of you selected, you were RIGHT!

I was very disappointed that 10 of you found watermelon and apple to be revolting and your last choice. Only 2 of you picked Grape as your first choice and Cherry was right back there with only 3 votes.

So I guess it's true, Grape sucks and Green Apple Rocks.

The Jolly Ranch Basket

The Jolly Ranch Basket
Originally uploaded by mlehet.

This was what my basket looked like right before I left the office.

Hmmmmmm....I wonder which color is losing?

Thanks to all who have posted comments, please continue to do so.

I don't want to give away everything yet, but here are some results.

The flavor the folks go after most if their first choice is not available is currently:

Watermelon

How can you tell when....

Blue cheese goes bad? It's already moldy.

Whew....the movie is finished

It's in the Can! Well, actually it's on videotape.

A friend is turning 40 and there's a big group of people going to Florida over the weekend to help celebrate. Me and my bright ideas decided about 2 months ago that I would "make a movie" for him for his 40th birthday.

So I got a whole bunch of pictures from his family, some video tapes you know all the prerequisite stuff.

But I decided that I didn't want to do a boring "You're 40" video so I sat down with some friends and we developed a storyline. Basically the story is this guy (my friend) has insomnia and can't sleep. His lover wakes up at 3:00 am and finds the bed empty, his partner is out watching infomercials, but each of the infomercials are "sets" of pictures about the birthday boy (childhood, teen years, college, current, etc.) So everytime he flips the channel there's another set of pictures.

Sorta corny, but the funny thing is, I actually GOT my friends to act in the movie without actually knowing that it was his birthday movie (his partner was in on the whole thing so that was easy) but I made up this story about filming something else, blah blah blah..."would you please be in my movie."

So I've been working and editing, and fixing, and correcting and last night about 9:30 I finally got it on VHS which means it's DONE!!!!!!

I am actually very happy with the finished project, my friend who's turning 40 is probably going to shit his pants because he has NO IDEA at all, and only a few other people really know either, so it's gonna be funny across the board.

I'm showing it to a co-worker today at 3:30 so that will be it's official premier.

But I'll let you know how the birthday party goes!

The Jolly Rancher Experiment

Thank you to Ms. Mac for posting a link on her website. Thank you to Marisa as well, I didn't think anyone would actually take me up on my offer.

I've been getting a lot of responses and so far the results are a little interesting.

The Jolly Rancher Experiment (PLEASE HELP)

I'm trying to conduct an experiment. Would you please do me the favor of linking to this post in your blog (just this once please, I'd do it if you asked me to)
Now, onto the story.
I always have candy at my desk. I buy the 5-pound bags of Jolly Ranchers and just have them on a dish sitting on my desk.
I noticed that everytime I have to fill up the basket of candy there is invariably ONE flavor that sticks out, meaning that it's always the one no one wants.

• Green Apple
• Cherry
• Watermelon
• Blue Raspberry
• Grape

As you may remember, I was at a tradeshow a few weeks back. If you've ever been at (either as a vendor or a visitor) I'm sure you know that people have all sorts of stuff to give out, well we decided since we didn't have any cool gimmies, we'd have candy instead.
The funny thing was that I had set up our booth, I took all of my stuff (candy included) and threw it on the table and then went off to find our booth. I was gone about 20 minutes and when I came back somone had already broken into the Jolly Ranchers! I knew this crowd was going to be hungry for them.
It worked out quite well, everyone stopped buy to get a few Jolly Ranchers (they're perfect for meetings you know) and soon word got around that we had them. People would just walk by and say "oh you're the jolly rancher people."
We had to constantly fill up the bowl because it would empty out fairly quickly. But, one evening I forgot to put the candy bowl away, and what do you think I discovered when I came back the next morning.
The candy dish was about half full and there was on predominant flavor that was left in the bowl. But it was a different flavor than what was left over in the office.
I was astonished. Based on that incident I decided to start taking a poll:

• From the flavors listed above, which one is your favorite and which one do you go for if your favorite isn't available.
• What flavor do you think is always "left over" in my office?

Ok, I'll grovel again, I'm just trying to have some fun and see how many comments I can get about this. I promise that I'll post the results. If you would be so kind, please make a quick link to this post and invite your friends to visit. If in the future you ask, the same of me I would be more than happy to do it, and don't worry this is the only time I'll ask you to do it : -)

FIND THE RESULTS HERE

Mexican Game Show

The Host
Originally uploaded by mlehet.

In America we have lame game shows, The Price is Right; Jeopardy; Wheel of Fortune.

But foreign countries have the most bizarre and out of this world types of game shows.

I had my tv on earlier and typically I'll turn it to a spanish channel station so that there's noise, but I won't be tempted to watch it.

Today there was this bizarre "game show" on. I don't know what else to really call it. These big straight guys came out dressed in drag. Proceeded to grab a man out of the audience who helped them get on the back of a mechanical bull. The audience member then jumped on the back of the bull with the guy in drag and they proceed to ride the bull.

It was the MOST bizarre thing I've ever seen.

This guy was the host, and he was totally out there.

I so wish I could speak spanish right now!

Some of the Contestants

Some of the Contestants
Originally uploaded by mlehet.

Some "girls" who had already completed their bull riding portion of the show.

A Grand Entrance

A Contestant
Originally uploaded by mlehet.

Another Contestant

What a look

On The Horse
Originally uploaded by mlehet.

I love the look on this guys face.

His "partner" had just jumped onto the bull behind him and was a little forceful, so much that he slid pretty roughly into this petite flower.

I bet the guy in the dress was sure he was going to feel a few inches.

Another One on the Horse

Another One on the Horse
Originally uploaded by mlehet.

This was another contestant on the mechanical bull with her audience member riding along holding on for all get out.

I think I had a freak out

I was just flipping channels, taking a break from editing this movie and I think I just had a "freak out" but I'm not sure.

I should explain, that I don't have cable so I'm relegated to watching the channels that are broadcast in the greater Chicagoland area, 16 channels. Which I don't think is too bad, I grew up in NE Pa and we only got 4 channels and that was on a good day.

I digress, so of the 16 channels, 11 channels are in english, 4 are spanish and one changes from korean, spanish, pakistani, (it's sort of like a public broadcast type channel.)

So I was flipping channels and I ended up on the sole channel that I don't understand. I think it was a news program from India, and literally I could not make out ANY sound/noise/vocalization that they were uttering. All I could hear were clicks and whistles, at first I thought I was going crazy. Because typically you can pick out certain words in languages like French, Spanish, German, but this was the most bizarre language I've ever heard and they were talking so fast.

It made my head hurt, so I turned off the tv and wrote this.

Have a beautiful Saturday!

Change

Have you ever noticed that people increasingly have a difficult time doing math in their head.

I can do simple math in my head, but I've never thought that I was "amazing" in any way, can't everyone do that?

We went to Wendy's for lunch today and my total was $5.33 so I handed the girl a twenty dollar bill and 38 cents, so that she would give me a nickel back instead of 67 cents in change.

She looked at the change, looked at me, looked back at the change and then looked back at me with this look on her face where I'd just handed her a nice warm turd or something.

So I just said, "that way you can just give me a nickel back."

Goosebumps

Do you ever get goosebumps from a memory?

I was listening to some music the other day (Phantom of the Opera) and for some reason it took me back almost 20 years to the first time I heard the music and then to the time when I saw it on Broadway.

Personally I find that sometimes if I listen to music or see a scene from a movie that for whatever reason either touched me or meant something to me at that time, I get these really intense goosebumps.

It's sorta freaky.

Oh No!

Don't you hate it when you're eating pizza and you burn your tongue (or roof of your mouth) on the very first bite?

Crazy Squirrel Productions

Crazy Squirrel
Originally uploaded by mlehet.

What is a crazy squirrel you ask?

Well it's the name of my make-believe productoin company.

I like to make amateur films with my camcorder and computer, for some reason I try to do the great big epics instead of doing small short things to start with. But it's too late to start over.

But, back to the story. Picture it, New York City, Washington Square Park, May of 2003.

I went to NYC w/ my friend Sam to go to his friends birthday party. We went into the city one day and were walking through the park.

We saw this squirrel and I decided to "click" at it (like you do to get a dog's attention kind of thing). Well this squirrel came right up to us about 3 feet away and somehow ended up on a fence staring at us eye to eye.

We screamed like girls as the squirrel jumped to the ground at our feet and we looked like one of those Bugs Bunny cartoons where the feet move, but the body doesn't.

After we stopped giggling, I looked across the path and there was a gentleman trying to read the paper, but he had an obviously big grin on his face, but he was trying to hide it. I looked at him and said "Oh, no. Go ahead and laugh, that was damn funny."

So we talked about that "crazy squirrel" and somehow I picked it up and said, "that's what I'm going to name my production company"

And that's the whole story.

My Mom

My Mom
Originally uploaded by mlehet.

I found this picture of my mom, plus I figured out how to post pictures!

I am on Buzznet but Flickr is better.

Eater's remorse

I just ate a bowl if Peanut Butter Twix Ice Cream and a bag of Orville Redenbacher Pour on Butter Popcorn instead of dinner.

I really should have cooked!

Not the thing you want to hear

I was in Greenville last week. They have a beautiful airport with about 12 gates there and most of the planes are small commuter type jets/airplanes.

While we were in line to board (before walking out on the tarmac to actually get to the plane) this was the phone conversation of the girl behind me.

- Hi Mom, I just wanted to let you know I'm boarding.
- I guess in about 2 hours
- Oh, they found out that Suzie has Mono.
- No, I'm OK, the doctor said I couldn't get it again because I already had it once

All that was running through my head was "how am I going to explain to the boyfriend that I got Mono from riding on an airplane?"

I almost turned around and asked her if she would mind putting on a surgical mask for the ride so that she wouldn't infect all of us.

There are some crazy blogs

I was doing some blog surfing this evening.

As I'm going through these, the same thought keeps running through my brain "Why did this person start this blog?"

There are some blogs that are religious, those related to news, those to geneology, there's a blog for everything for everytime.

There's the 12 year old girl who's trying to get through puberty. There's the 40 year old man trying to get through middle-age.

It's interesting to read some people's perspective on things, it's strange to see how some people write, and how poor their grammar/spelling/syntax are. I actually saw a site that spoke in what I thought was some foreign language but it was all abbreviations and quick "text" key type messages. There are those where you're sure the person is sitting in the middle of thier living room looking at all of the lovely aluminum foil on the walls that is used to deflect the beams from the aliens (or the government).

But then I got to thinking, everyone has a blog now. Mom, Grandpa, the postman, the lady at the dry cleaners. Which got me to thinking.....how can you tell who's "crazy", who's a little "off" or who's a real threat.

With the advent of Cell Phones and wireless headsets, it's difficult to tell if the person talking to themselves in the middle of the street is crazy...or are they on the phone?

it's all just a grey area now.

How about that iPod

Ok, this is a series of three posts. I did not intend that, but one got out of hand and I wanted to keep it short.

It's amazing how iPod's have changed society. Music and now pictures on demand without a computer. Anytime. Anyplace. Anywhere.

Along with this convenience though has come some adversity.

Apparently the theft of iPods is so bad in NYC that the MTA is developing Public Service Announcements telling people to be careful.

It's only a matter of time that it will spread, so if you've got an iPod - hang on to it!

An iPod Nation

It’s actually funny how the iPod has changed the way people listen to music. I have a ton of music, right now I have more than 6,100 songs on there, and that’s not even my complete collection. I can call up any music at any time, regardless of location, and have a good run down memory lane.

In the past I would listen to one CD for months at a time. Really I did, I would have a CD in my computer at work, and let it play all day, over and over and over again. I wasn’t at my desk that much and it was more like background noise anyway, so I would sit down and go “oh I like this song” and then completely forget out it again until I heard it 3 hours later.

This one day at work, my boss (who sat next to me) asked me to change my current selection (the Andrew Lloyd Webber - Sunset Boulevard). I asked her if she was tired of it, and she told me, “You’ve been playing that CD for 3 months, and that was only the time I counted.” So I changed it, and put on the CD she hated the most “Pocahontas” that selection lasted about 10 minutes.

So with that background in mind, I really have no problem listening to the same music over and over and over and over again.

But I’ve found that now with the iPod I just push the random button and I’m listening to all sorts of different music, and I hardly ever listen to the same thing twice.

It’s actually starting to freak me out.

The iPod incident

You know it’s getting scary how often people are zoned out listening to music. I can say that because I am one.

Sometimes when I don’t want to deal with people, but I have to be out running errands I’ll just pull on my headphones, turn up the showtunes and go girl!

Yesterday was one of those days, I had to go the grocery store, Costco and a few other places so when I got to Costco I pulled on the headphones and I was ready to rock. I had my list, so I knew I wouldn’t be distracted by someone yelling “Youse wanna try some braaaats?” Or trying to get me to sign up for Karate Lessons.

At least I thought I was ready, until I almost ran over an old woman with my cart. She was directly behind me almost up on my ass when I decided I would do a quick 180 degree turn and go look at something.

The look of horror on her face (I think she had visions of that whole bathtub incident of ’87 when she and her boyfriend broke their hips.) and on mine made me decide that perhaps I shouldn’t put on my headphones.

Sometimes it is good to zone out, like when you’re going for a walk, or your sitting on the train with no hotties to look at, or when you really need to do some work but you don’t want to be sitting at home doing it.

What I've learned is there are good places to be zoned out...and bad places to be zoned out.

The beginning of the end

As you may (or may not know) from a recent post I am at the beginning of the end of a 3-year friendship with a friend.

Today we went to breakfast with a bunch of other friends, but he and I had the chance to spend about 15 minutes walking together.

During the conversation he said, "Oh you wouldn't believe the things that are going on, I've been a mean bitch to everyone."

At which point I turned to him, and I said, "I know, you've been a mean bitch to everyone. He looked at me and I said it again, "Yes you've been a mean bitch to EVERYONE.

I then proceeded to tell him ALL that I knew about his current situation and how I felt about it, and what I knew and not from him (basically everything that's going on).

I'm sorry to say it, but I no longer feel as though I have anything left to learn or teach from him.

So I've decided that I am going to limit the amount of time that I spend with this person, but not "eliminate" him from my life. Does that make sense? My boyfriend thinks that I'm secretly in love with this person and that's why I can't "let go" of the friendship. It's not that in the least, I've never had those types of feeling for this friend. Hell, I only just discovered those feelings recently with my boyfriend.....

My boyfriend thinks I should just play elimination and not talk/call/email/visit with this person. This person who lives across the street from my house, this person who is room-mates with a co-worker that I'm close with.

I think that this person deserves to know why I no longer want to be friends with him, and I guess I had better act quickly, any suggestions on how to eliminate a close friend?

Strange feelings for all

Last night was the first night in my own bed in almost a week.

I slept over at the boyfriends last Fri/Sat and then I laid my head at the Hyatt all this week.

I had the strangest dream last night. It wasn't so much a dream as a feeling.

I fell asleep at my normal time....between 10:30 and 11:00 and somewhere around 1:30 I woke up with this really strong feeling that someone was in the house.

So strong that I actually got up out of bed and went looking for someone. I felt as though it was someone I knew but I couldn't remember their name and it was right on the tip of my tongue.

This is not the first time I've had this feeling in my apartment, but it was so strange that it was the first night back at my house.

I wonder if I have a spirit?

A friend said that I should do the water test. You take a glass of water and you put saran wrap over the top. You let it set overnight and when you get up the next morning you taste the water, and if it's bitter you have a visitor.

Anyone else ever hear of this?

Was it wrong?

A very good friend of mine asked to borrow $100 until his next payday.

I have the money, but I told him I didn't, was that wrong?

Have you done that before?

Blinded by science

I decided to do a little science experiment.

My sweetie bought me this beautiful silver Tiffany ring for my birthday

The only problem is: I tarnish silver like there's no tomorrow, I don't know what it is about my body chemistry but I can put a good layer of tarnish on silver without even having to think about it.

My boyfriend on the other hand has the identical ring and his looks practically brand new (I think he's chemically off and it's not really me).

I had built up a good layer of tarnish, and I knew it was gonna take me a LONG time to manually remove it, so I jumped over to google becuase I knew there was a product you could buy from TV that had a plate you put in water, blah blah blah and it would magically do it for you!

I actually found out, you don't need to buy that thing, you can do it yourself!

Here's how you do it: Take a glass dish, put a piece of aluminum foil in the bottom of it. Add 1 tbsp of Baking Soda and 1 tsp of salt. Put your piece of silver in the dish and add boiling water.

A wonderful chemical reaction occurs and after about 10 minutes or so when you pull your ring out, it's magically clean. The reaction that occurs transfers the tarnish from the silver to the aluminum foil using the baking soda as a catalyst. Way Cool!

Now that's the way you should do it.....here's how I did it. I figured hell if just letting it soak in there is good, what happens if you boil it on the stove.

So I took a pan, some boiling water, added the baking soda, salt, aluminum foil and my ring. Boy did it bubble, I felt like I was brewing up some witches brew. It was bubbling almost the same as when you add vinegar to baking soda, it was way cool.

I let it boil and bubble for about 10 minutes and then pulled out my ring....it was clean! Too Cool.....but then when I dumped everything out, I realized that I transferred the tarnish not to the aluminum foil but to the inside of my pan....awh shucks! Good thing it was a cheap set from Ikea

Pushing Buttons

Why is it that when you are standing at the elevator someone has to walk up and push the button AGAIN!

Did they think you were just standing there for the pure joy of looking at a stainless steel door? H E L L O!

The other thing that annoys me is when you get to the bottom floor and there is someone clamoring to get ON before you've even had the chance to get off....it's an elevator people, as long as there is someone standing in the doorway it's not gonna go anywhere.

Scary Book

I just finished reading Tweakers.

It tells the tale of how crystal meth is taking over the gay culture. I have never been so scared reading a book.

I know it won't interest most people, but I just liked the detail the author goes into to explaining the drug, how you make it, how it affects the body and the brain, how it's impacted culture.

I had a friend, a room-mate, who was addicted to crystal 10 years ago, and I had no idea what he was going through. If I knew then what I know now it would be different, but I remember back at that time just being afraid because I couldn't figure out what was going on with my friend.

He just literally destroyed his life in a matter of months.

I think I've seen it all

It never phases me any longer when I see someone who is obese order a hot fudge sundae and a diet coke, inside I just laugh.

But the other day I was walking down the main drag in Greenville (which is pretty nice btw) and they have a Cold Stone Ice Cream place...out front they had some little bistro tables so patrons could sit under the trees and eat their ice cream, very nice.

As I'm approaching this area, I see this obese woman sitting outside eating a HUGE sundae, I mean honest to goodness it was half the size of my head. I was more amazed at that....

But next to her was a baby carriage, and I thought "Oh cute, a baby" as I got closer I was trying to figure out why this woman (who was in her late 50's) had a baby carriage, then I thought well it's probably her grandbaby.

I'm right up next to this lady now and I look into her carriage and it wasn't a baby at all, it was a very fat, very old poodle.

So picture this, an obese 50 year old woman, eating ice cream pushing her baby carriage around that has a fat old poodle in it.....

Only in the south!

I love wireless internet

I was forced to buy a wireless card for my laptop becuase the hotel I was staying at (Hyatt-Greenville) no longer has internet access in the rooms via a regular broadband, it's only available via t-mobile hotspot at $10 a day!!!

Why is it that you pay almost $150 a night to stay at the Hyatt and you have to pay extra for internet, extra for any kind of phone call, when you can stay at a Hampton Inn for $69 a night and get all the same for free?!?

I'm confused...but anyway I LOVE using my new wi-fi card. I think I'll take my laptop with me more often now!

Have you seen the end coming?

OK, this is the third time that I’ve tried to write this, it’s very difficult for me because I feel as though I need to provide some kind of background, but I understand that I don’t.

Have you ever seen the end of a friendship coming?

I’ve had a best friend for the last 3 years, we’ve had our ups and downs, more downs than ups recently, but we’ve still been friends.

Just recently he got back together with his ex-boyfriend (who I don’t enjoy being around) and he hasn’t had the balls to tell me. He lied to me when I asked him about it, but I already knew they were back together.

It’s just weird because I can see the end of our friendship fading. I truly believe that you meet people at certain times in your life for certain reasons and that when that lesson is over, you move on. I guess that time has come.

I’ve tried to be a good friend to him, I’ve offered him advice (which he never listens too), I’ve tried to be supportive (but he’s not supportive of me) and I’m just tired of it.

I guess the thing that bugs me the most is that we’ve been friends for 3 years and he isn’t being honest with me that he is choosing to be with his loser boyfriend instead of being friends with not only me but a few other people as well. Now don't get me wrong I'm not jealous, but I hate when people get with a boy/girlfriend and suddenly all of their friends go on the back burner...that is until they break up and suddenly they come calling on their old friends like nothing has happened. I've always made an effort when I'm dating someone to include everyone and not exclude my friends.

I just don’t have the desire to share things with him anymore. I’ve always tried to be honest with him and share things, isn’t that what friendship is?

I can’t write anymore about this, it’s making my brain hurt....I’m just sad.

I'm just a country boy at heart

I love living in Chicago! Really I do!

I grew up in rural PA (way out in the boondocks) but always knew that I would live in the city somewhere, I've always liked the traffic, the noise, the convenience of it all.

But at the same time, I enjoy the touches of country living, you know the kind where your neighbor actually talks to you, you know the girl at the grocery check out lane because she's the sister of someone you went to school with, you know those kinds of things.

In Chicago you really don't have a lot of that, it's a big neighborhood but it's sort of impersonal. I live directly across the street from a big Walgreens, so of course I make it a point to have small talk with the employees (I'm there all the time) and I actually said "hi" to the postman a few months back and now whenever I see him, he always says "hi", I like that.

The No Eyebrow Lady

I'm at a conference this week in beautiful Greenville, SC. (that was sarcastic if you couldn't tell).

This morning in one of our sessions I sat next to this lady from another vendor, and I couldn't help it but stare at her.

She had no eyebrows. Well she had eyebrows but they were penciled in, there was physically no hair/eyebrow stuff/whatever you call it.

So then I started wondering, why doesn't she have any eyebrows? Did she pluck them to death and they just decided to stop growing in? Did she never have eyebrows to start with? Did she have a really bad accident with an oven or a bbq grill?

Why do women do this?

The way people drive

Do you think it makes a difference if they learned to drive in the city or the country?

Personally I learned how to drive when I was like 10 or 11 years old. My dad had a manual transmission truck and I would sit and shift for him, that's how I learned.

I then progressed to a tractor and finally to driving a truck by myself. In fact I took my drivers test in a manual transmission truck. I've only ever owned one vehicle that was not a manual, and that was a Ford Truck.

But I'm digressing from my point.

When I grew up driving, I didn't have to be aggressive or worry about someone running me off the road or blowing their horn at me so I think that I'm a pretty "calm" driver (although my boyfriend always tells me that I'm going to have an anyerusm, but I yell and get it out of my system and I hardly blow my horn).

It just amazes me the way people drive in the city, cutting you off, blowing your horn when you're trying to park, trying to get to the crosswalk before pedestrians, running in the right lane to get in front of you so that they can wait at the light in front of you.

I can only think that this is "how these people learned to drive" They must be city folk thru and thru and they don't know any different.

I think when kids are ready to learn to drive they should be forced to move to the country where they can practice driving without having to practice giving the finger at the same time, what do you think?

The Bad Neighbor

Maybe I’m not the bad neighbor

I live on the third, and top floor, of my apartment building. A while ago, the guy that lives below me left me a hate-gram because I had apparently played my music “too early” in the morning, in his thumb-tacked to my door letter he proceeded to cite police code and landlord/tenant laws. Just a bit of a background on him, he’s around my age, white, single and lives alone (maybe that’s his problem), it’s not like he’s a 90 year old woman with her hearing aid turned up too loud.

Since then, I’ve been very conscious of the noise I make in my apartment, and considering that I have hard wood floors it’s somewhat of a difficult proposition, but I take into account what it would be like if there were someone that lived above me.

A few weeks ago UPS attempted to make a delivery to my neighbor and since he wasn’t home they left a notification slip, you know the kind that you sign and then they’ll leave the package for you the next day.

When I left for work the following morning the delivery slip is back out there with this scrawl, and I mean literally a scrawl of a signature on it.

When I got home from work that evening the delivery tag is still there, the package is not and there’s a note from the UPS guy stating “Please provide a legible signature.” I agree with the guy, it was the worst signature I’ve ever seen. I mean, at least on mine you can tell my name.

Flash forward to the next morning when I’m leaving for work. The delivery slip is back out there again, and in addition to the original signature, the note from the UPS guy there’s another note from my neighbor that states “This is my signature.”

Uhm, it was at that moment, that I realized, I’m not the asshole that lives upstairs. I’m the guy that lives above the asshole.

Really...is it wise to pick a fight with the UPS guy who has your package?

What's your perfect clothes year?

Earlier I posted that I found my perfect clothes year, it's 1995.

You're probably wondering how I came upon this decision.

My boyfriend gave me this great sweater to wear one day when I was over at his place. It's sort of a pea green, zip up the front, but it's a nice square cut and it just fits me really well. He asked me if I wanted it, and I told him of course. He then said, "Oh I've had that forever, it's from 1995 you can have it."

But THEN, we went to Atlanta to see some friends for the birthday. We stayed with my great friends Mark & Chris (aka Fred & Ethel, that's a whole other post). Chris (Ethel) pulled these sweaters out of the closet that I had given him when I moved North and I was like, "Oh my god, I got those like 10 years ago I can't believe you still have them." Can I have them back?

I tried to convince him that they were from "my year" they were the perfect fit for me now.

Hey, at least my clothes year wasn't like 1987 with the Z Cavarici shirts and Jordache jeans.

The Sticks

And it's almost the river Styx too.

I'm in Greenville SC for a tradeshow this week, and was planning on doing a lot of posting....but can you believe that they don't have internet access in the rooms?

Well they do, but it's wireless and it's T-mobile hotspot, which is not free.

And we're staying at a Hyatt.

So I've got to use the crappy computers they've got set up in the "Directors Room" (which is more like a Director's Closet if you ask me).

Thanks for all the notes on the Anniversary, and I'll explain more about my clothes year when I can.