That's what she said

So last Friday it was the first really nice day that felt like it could be summer. I got home and decided to sit on our back porch and read. I got all ready and walked out to settle down. As soon as I exited out back door I saw about three huge bees and two wasps. If you have ever been in my presence while a bee is near, you know that these are not my favorite creatures. Anything with black and yellow stripes that flies is not my friend. In the sixth grade I was yelling and running around on the playground when a bee flew right in my mouth and stung my tongue. A couple years ago I was stung waiting for the bus to campus and my hand was painfully swelled through two classes.

On my tongue! Who could blame me for hating them?

Needless to say the bees right outside my door are soooo not cool. I jumped right back in and watched as bees and wasps flew around our place all afternoon. I now have come to the conclusion that they are either hiving on the roof (we are on the top floor) or in the eves right above our back stairs. Now I can't even enter up the back. I become paralyzed with fear when they get close to me. And the bees are so so big! I never saw any so large in Michigan. They are the size of one of my fingers in width and more than a quarter in length.

I opened my window today at work for the first time. The breeze felt so nice and cool.

And then a bee flew in. Just as I was flipping out, it found it's way out the window. I can never enjoy the breeze again.

Along with the bees of summer, come my least favorite piece of apparel - the culotte or gaucho. Every girl around the GV campus would rock a pair of culottes with her flip flops and sun glasses. Seriously I just saw my first culotte of the season at the bank and I hate them so much.

Woah dude

http://www.myheritage.com/collage

I was bored and tried this.
So Ginny and I look like each other, that's pretty cool.
Yeah...

Bill! Bill! Bill! Bill!

We went down to the city for 24 hours and had a good time. On the subway I saw a girl wearing glasses without lenses. I have always had a real problem with people who wear glasses as a fasion statement. I had to get glasses when I was six and felt it was my cross to bear everyday. Being called four-eyes is not a thing to aim for.




Bill Nye is back! I loved his science show as a kid (maybe later than that as well) He wrote an article about his green living. Some great Bill quotes from the article:

"I drink my lemonade in a beaker. "
"I like to carry a pocketknife that’s small enough that they let me take it through airport security. It was given to me by the actor Bob Picardo, who is on “Stargate,” and his wife. It’s shaped like a baseball bat. It’s freakin’ cool. "
"I love swing dancing. I go two nights a week, often four. The big thing you wear is swing pants. They are high-waisted and baggy. You also wear short-sleeved shirts and special shoes. "
"My neighbor has lived here since 1947. She is 82 and charming. Quite often on Sundays we sit on her back porch and eat scones that I make."

What a nice guy. I had a feeling he was a nice guy. Article link below.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/04/20/magazine/20wwln-domains-t.html?ex=1366257600&en=4b92d379b0618ae9&ei=5124&partner=permalink&exprod=permalink

Olympic Gold!

So back in my past I used to love watching figure skating. And most of all I loved Kristi Yamaguchi. Needless to say I have now become obsessed with her on Dancing with the Stars. She is so pretty and graceful I can't stand it. Kristi has gotten the best scores every week so far. If she doesn't win I will probably be upset. I thought last week was her personal best. Sorry for such a long video, you can totally fast forward until the good dancing part. So good!



My new job is going pretty well. I think I will fit in here fine. I already play Tom Clancy's Ghost Recon with them.

And I have another video here - but it's really the new Weezer song Pork & Beans from their album that will be released June 24. I think it sounds great.

Stay Classy Cincinnati

New things

So since I last posted I fell into a big-feeling-sorry-for-myself couple of weeks. At the Office of Mental Health they had informed us months ago that they would be keeping two or three of us four temps past the end date, which was March 31st. They did not let us know who was saying or going until around March 19th, giving us booted temps less than two weeks to find new employment. Well they decided to keep Dumb and Dumber (Horrible Helen and Tyler). They told Jen and I that there wasn't really a good reason for the choice and we had been great workers, etc. More than anything this angered us because it felt like the stupid people won. Anyway I was flipping my shit for a number of days.

I went on two interviews in one day and a day after that got an offer for a job. Today is my second day on the new job. After all my worry, I got really lucky and can't complain at all about what happened to me. As Tyler put it, I was the luckiest of all the temps. I am not temping anymore and have health insurance = a win for Sandy over Horrible Helen. I will never have to see her again. Thank God.

The new place is good so far. These guys are total computer nerds but super nice.

Sandy moment story:

I have on occasion what I call "Sandy moments". The last one that took the cake was when I turned off my car while still in drive. When I went to leave I thought my car was broke. Nicole and I took the bus home in the cold without jackets. Then I called my dad to help me, and he figured it out in two seconds.

This new one had way more drama. We were leaving for Buffalo that evening so Brian and I wanted to get out the door quick. I was hurrying home from work, holding groceries, my lunch bag, mail, purse, and file folder w/ all tax info as I walked up the stairs to get into my apartment. I stopped at the door to get in and my key would not turn for some reason. I dropped everything but my purse and ran to the back entrance of the building get into our back door instead. I got in fine and opened the door. All my stuff was gone!

I was freaking out, I questioned the girl next door and called the police. I was looking up stolen identity stuff (you need a police report to file for a credit freeze), and calling netflix since the discs were in the mail pile. Brian came home and he called his parents to let them know what was going on. He got a call back from them a second later and he walked out the the apartment. He came back with everything I thought I had lost. Hurray, nothing was stolen!

What did I do wrong? I walked up to the second floor and tried to get into the wrong apartment, we live on the third floor. Then I got in my apartment and thought everything had been taken. So I wasted an hour of my life, had to cancel the police, and hang my head in shame. So yeah, that's a Sandy moment for sure.