Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Dave got a job!


Dave was offered a job yesterday at an outsourcing human resources company. He'll be on the phones doing customer service. It's a temporary position until January, at which time, if they like him, they will hire him outright. He goes in on Thursday for orientation, and they will tell him a start date. He also has another interview today (Wednesday) for a full time management position, so we're hoping for that one. PS this pic is from a friend's wedding, which Dave was the MC.

Friday, August 25, 2006

pied noir


Cleaning out my computer I came across this photo of a certain pied noir from Algeria. See if you can recognize who the kid is. Third from the right. 2nd row from the top. Very nice scarf and apple shaped face. Black foot or Pied Noir was the term for the Frenchies born and raised in Algeria. Perhaps it was the garb that the French soldiers wore on their feet. Will have to get abck to you on this.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

scoliosis

Saw this link on Dr. Mercola's website and thought of Mamba Jamba:

http://clear-institute.com/clearinstitute.html

They talk about non-surgical treatment for people with scoliosis.

Mercola can sometimes be a bit simplistic in my mind, but he has really good advice for helping people help themselvews with healthcare. H h h h .

Thursday, August 17, 2006

jolly happy fatso


Jolly Happy Fatso Day to you Katie with the four siblings.

Veyr sorry to hear about your job woes. Maria says Happy Birthday and that it's better to throw up on your plate than to throw up on your keyboard. Not sure what got lost in which translation, but she means well.

The pic is not of you KT but of our illustrious monster on his first night with us. Notice that he looks nothing like a real dog, and certainly not like a Malamute. He was not a jolly happy fatso in the least. But at least Maria got used to having him around and now can't imagine a rich and famous lifestyle without him. What?

We do not Yahoo anymore, because we chat via stupid Messenger on MSN. I hate it. But Maria and some dumb friends like it. But soon I shall never chat again because I will post to this blog instantaneously for sending and receiving. I am becoming one with the blog.

What did you have for your special birthday dinner? Sausage rolls? Lemongrass soup and a chilean bass wrapped in phylo dough? I sometimes like to scare myself by watching cooking shows and imagining myself to be one of the judges who *has* to eat the food while smiling on tv at the same time. I always get scared. And I can never help imagining this.

While making the movie, our movie for podcasting, we are realizing how fun it is and how much work it is and how much we do not know. It's busy-fying. Got to get back to the old ... computer. More later!

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

The story of creepy guy continues...

Ok, so last night as I was just at work for a few minutes and Sandy, the woman who worked the 3-11 shift was leaving, creepy guy, let's just call him Heckles 2, was talking to Sandy and asked who was replacing her. She said "Katie" and he said "What?" and Sandy repeated "Katie" and he said "WHAT?" (the lobby has really high ceilings- you can see up onto the second floor... she's a loud woman...there's no way he didn't hear her) and she said "Kaaayyy Teeee" (I guess he took that as my name is KT,not Katie. What's the difference, right?) Then he went on about how it's Irish, blah blah blah. (What do you call an Irishman who won't come inside? ... Patty O'Furniture...) so anyway, he remembered my name. He did that for everyone at the front desk. He's a name dropper kinda guy. Blah blah blah my point is that this morning at breakfast I was standing near the kitchen/breakfast area talking to the woman who does the breakfast set up. She's Albanian and we were talking about how long she's lived here, our families, she's the youngest of 8, and I said that I'm the youngest of five. And then after she asked, I said that I have 2 older brothers and 2 older sisters. Heckles 2 was about 20 feet away from me, telling some kind of weird loud stories to other guests who were just being polite to him while he was standing there. About 20 minutes later I was getting ready to leave and Doug's the guy who was working the 7-3. Heckles 2 starts joking about how I'm independently wealthy and I just work here for the fun of it, and when I win the lottery I'm gonna take my 2 brothers and 2 sisters and have some kind of party. Then I'm gonna tell Doug, Sandy, Joe, and Pat that I'm not gonna work the front desk at Wingate anymore cuz now I'm really rich. (so, yeah, he's a name dropper, and OH YEAH HOW THE HELL DID HE HEAR ME TALKING ABOUT MY SIBLINGS!!??! And why is he bringing it up? He's so weird. I thought he was creepy before, but now he's ... some kind of weirdo who can stand up being loud blabbing on about something to one person while at the same time secretly listening to another person, me, speak in an indoor voice. Sometimes I'm really P.O'd that I have no hours and I'm getting royally screwed at this job, but today I'm very thankful that I'm not going back to work until Saturday night. That means no more Heckles 2.)

Ok I'm done, and so ends the work saga. I'm going to bed so I can get some sleep before going to good Ol' Club 852 for my birthday dinner. zzzzzzfaklj; ag;oiag (That was me falling asleep on the keyboard, in case you couldn't tell. But then OH! Amazing feat! I woke up just enough to tell you what was happening. Must be a miracleal;kjfio;aw gwwwjjweng?EGW GNK

P.S.

Sheila-
Do you ever go online on yahoo messenger anymore? I never see you. Just curious.

One last thing...

I know the last thing was supposed to be my last thing, but I gotta say: Amy, what the heck is up with your weird "confucious say" like profiles? Smelling like dandilions? Orange fuzzy shoes?
I mean, I'm all for weird, but I was just...wondering...

Creepy Guy

Ok, the guy I heard in the lobby is this creepy guy who's staying here for awhile. He looks kinda like Mr. Heckles, the annoying downstairs neighbor from Friends:




This is what the actor looks like now, and kinda what the creepy guy looks like.




So the lobby is pretty quiet, and a lot of you guys have seen the lobby: it's where Mom and Dad stayed for my wedding, and maybe some others; I can't remember. It's open so I can see the whole thing from the front desk, and there's also cameras so I can sit here and watch it on video. I haven't been watching it on video, though, cuz ... I haven't, but whenever I walk around to go to the bathroom or kitchen, I notice that there is a glass with just a teeny amount of juice or something in it right by the juice machine/coffee maker. I put a glass away twice and was like...if this hotel is haunted, I don't care if I don't have another job waiting for me, I'm quitting right NOW. But, I just figured something was going on. Yup, Mr. Heckles.

I didn't realize it until someone told me tonight, but he's staying here for 13 nights. Aug 6-19th. And he wasn't here for a couple days and the housekeeping kept asking about him; his room was empty, etc. Well the reason why he wasn't there was b/c he was in the hospital. And he didn't call, or anything, he just came back and acted like everything was normal. I think the whole hospital story came up b/c he was telling the woman who worked the front desk shift right before me. Kinda the guy who will talk to anyone...forever... and I feel bad for him, but when it's 4:54 in the morning, I wanna sit in the back office with the door locked where no one can bother me. If he were to talk to me on a day shift, that would be fine. But it's not the day shift and I am tired and wanna get back to reading my book, so that's what I'm going to do.

Ta ta.

Phffheh

That's about the correct spelling of the almost-laugh that came out of my mouth after seeing the Johnny Cash picture.

I'm sitting at work at 4:36 in the freaking a.m. and I'm alone, yes, but I'm on camera and on ... is it called microphone when i'm using it in this context? On recording? On top of old smokey? Anyway, there's surveilance afoot. I saw the picture and started to laugh but stifled myself. I have no idea why. I'm under the impression that my manager and the owner of the hotel don't really watch the video for the midnight shift. We watch movies on the office computer and no one has said anything. So yeah, I get to watch movies at work. (The other day Danny got really frustrated with me b/c he was making fun of someone at work...or...he was complaining about something...I can't remember, anyway he said that I always find something nice to say about everyone (and he got frustrated cuz he just wanted to complain about X)) So as it turns out I am having a harder and harder time to find anything nice to say about this job. It's really horrible, and one of the nicest things I can find to say about it is nothing, because I complain about it so much. I'm actually sick of hearing myself complain. But it is most definitely the worst job I've ever had, and hopefully the worst I will ever have.

...
I hear noise in the lobby.
got to go
...

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Monday, August 14, 2006

Big Dude


We were at the county fair a few weeks ago, and found an unnamed bunny. Charlie said, "How bout Charlie?" The lady loved it!!

LuLu Riding a Horse


Quite possible that LuLu is riding a horse.

Emma Blue


Emma's my blue girl. Does she look almost seven years old?

happy anniversary katie and danny - redux

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Another smart aleck


This is the picture I was speaking of... check out the book. He was, in case you were wondering, smiling for the camera...behind the book...

Dad's Birthday


We took some cute pictures while we were at 852 for Dad's bday...

Charlie is turning into quite the smart aleck who LOVES to have his picture taken, but always makes a weird face (or holds up a book in place of his face) while doing it.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

while you were 'being' newly married


others were just getting introduced..

Happy Anniversary KT und Danny!

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Happy Anniversary!!

Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting

In case you're wondering, yes, you can wish yourself a Happy Anniversary. I bet you thought it can't be done. Well, I'm here to say that it can.
Danny and I went to Bucca Di Beppo for our anniversary. We haven't gone since he moved out here because it's not really the kind of restaurant that is good for 2 people. It's better for 4 or 6 or more. They serve family style dishes and we got the "small" spaghetti and meatballs. Ok, the meatballs (there were just two) were the size of 12" softballs. Ok, so I guess that means they were about 12", but you get a better image if I say softballs. See? Softballs. Image. There you go. I noticed that there aren't any meatballs in the picture of us, and I'll tell you why. We had finished the meal (and wrapped up the leftovers) and were eating something called Tripple Berry Shortcake. It, in a word, is yummy. I just went to their website to see if I could copy a picture of their food and show it to you, but I can't (well, I can't do it with little effort) but I did find out that Bucca Di Beppo means "Joe's Basement" ... I never would have guessed that. Mike's basement, maybe. But never Joe's.

I've been listening to the Roaches' cd "Zero Church" a lot (ok, well Maggie and Suzzy's cd...for those of you who actually know who I'm speaking about). It made me think of this new band that I've heard of: The Wailin' Jennys. They're three women who want to bring back the art of three part harmony. They have some free downloads on their website: http://www.thewailinjennys.com/
I saw them on A Prairie Home Companion . I didn't see the movie, but Mom was watching the actual show.

Speaking of Mom, didn't B used to be listed on the contributors for this blog? Maybe I forgot, or maybe I'm nuts. Actually both, but what can you do. Not much, I tell you.

Thank you and goodnight...
oh yeah
Sheila, I read this.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

meow meow meow (tapping pencil)

(looking busy)
- la la dee dee dum...

..doot da doo..ya
(making typing noises with keyboard)

- la la yaya
(wondering if there is a pencil sharpener in the whole building)

......ert
(looking up) um gulp ...

- Hey, Dad
(clearing throat)
- Is that you??

- Well...welcome.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

ok shmoe


Amy, tell Emmantine that I hardly ever say OK. Usually I say a frenchified 'aokee'. It's my way of saying: If I could speak French, I would. Instead I will speak broken english.'

As for Lefty Lucy saying Mo, I think it points out that she is in touch with her inner New Orleans blues singer. She wants mo', she wants Mo'.

The cessation of pill popping is indeed a good goal, you're right. Lately I have been engaging in such maneuvers as accupuncture, chiropractic and special yoga. I used to do such things on a semi-regular type basis, but found myself out of money more often than not, and when there's less money, what does one do? That's right. Cancel the bodywork. Downgrade to Milky Ways. Get my news from the internet newspapers and blogs instead of teevee. But now I'm back,..sort of. I missed yoga the past three weeks due to a more than hectic schedule and I didn't have the cash handy at the time when I could get out of the office. But I'll be back.

But really all I think I need is to spend mo' time in places like my friend's, let's call him crazy Beven, house which is about 20 minutes from our house in Ste Agathe, He lives on a dirt path, in an old, gorgeous house that has a private lake. Maria is pictured on his dock talking with his friend Rodney, a massage therapist for the Irish Dancers. What's their name? Tap Nazis. Dance. River Dance, that's it. He and I want to overpower crazy Beven, buy his house somehow, and kick him out so that I can have the house. Well, he would like the house for himself. But I think he won't go far with those crazy Oirish people. Don't go laffing at me: you know, there's always the lottery.

I'll just have to start playing it, that's all.