Folks, have you ever wondered how to clear those dust bunnies out from under the washer and dryer without physically moving the machines? Well I've got just the solution for you! With no heavy lifting involved, you can get that floor wiped clean using the following method that even the biggest idiot can pull off!
***This method will only work if you are at your parent's two-story house (preferably built circa the 1960's), and there has to be a bathroom on each floor.
Step One: After flushing the toilet in the upstairs bathroom, DON'T jiggle the handle to make sure the water has stopped running.
Step Two: Return to your desk on the bottom floor with your full cup of coffee. Make sure you don't have to get up from the desk, or pay attention to your surroundings in the least bit, and then stare mindlessly at your screen for at least 20 minutes.
***Unbeknownst to you at this time, the running water in the upstairs restroom is more than the old pipes can handle at once, and the shower stall in the downstairs restroom is slowly filling with water...
Step Three: Act bewildered when your dad walks and starts groaning "Oh no... Oh no... Oh no..." and mumbles about water on the floor. Get up from your desk, inspect the bathroom and the adjacent bedroom. Agree with him that, yes, there does in fact appear to be water all over the floor, and apparently underneath the carpeted areas as well. (Random wet spots on the carpet are evidence that the entire underlying pad is soaked. Fabulous).
*** Mind you, this is not clean water. This is water filled with dog hair, soggy clumps of dust, and chunks of cat litter that were stuck in the corners of the bathroom floor.
Step Four: Bust out your SHAM-WOWs and spend the next two hours cleaning up water!! Feel refreshed knowing that you successfully flushed those dust bunnies out from under the dryer and now they will haunt you no more.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
RHPS
Procrastinating is my biggest vice, and I'm starting to think I should have put more thought into spring break, seeing as how this is the last week of instruction for winter quarter. Mind you, I'm pretty good at spur of the moment vacations so it shouldn't be too hard to find myself wrapped up in crazy shenanigans in a foreign country with little to no planning. I'll likely end up rocking down to Cabo and staying with some contacts there. Typical tourista stuff.
Note to self... find a cheap plane ticket to Cabo.
A vacation will be nice. I think I need it. A break from school. A break from work. A break from the monotony of everyday life here. I am starting to feel like I've run out of words to make my day-to-day life seem interesting anymore. Who woulda thought I could run out of words.
And then there are things that don't even need words. Like this.
Some buddies and I went down to Seattle on Saturday night to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show, and per usual, we dressed accordingly. So here ya go, from start to finish.
WARNING: the following pics are not for homophobics.
My life is so exciting huh.
So anyways... I feel like I need to update about Bill, the oh-so-sexy man from my last post. I couldn't resist the urge to write about him last time but I'm already wishing I hadn't. It was, indeed, too soon. Let's just say my cell phone hasn't been buzzing off the hook from texts. I know the outcome doesn't change whether I blog about it or not, but it feels like if I get chatty about a good date, when I come back to say it fell through... It's like I actually lost something. Then again, it's also too soon to completely say that this one fell through.
Guess we'll see. I haven't decided yet whether or not I actually care. Nothing like running off to Mexico for a week to soak up the sun and enjoy having no strings attached.
Note to self... find a cheap plane ticket to Cabo.
A vacation will be nice. I think I need it. A break from school. A break from work. A break from the monotony of everyday life here. I am starting to feel like I've run out of words to make my day-to-day life seem interesting anymore. Who woulda thought I could run out of words.
And then there are things that don't even need words. Like this.
Some buddies and I went down to Seattle on Saturday night to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show, and per usual, we dressed accordingly. So here ya go, from start to finish.
WARNING: the following pics are not for homophobics.
My life is so exciting huh.
So anyways... I feel like I need to update about Bill, the oh-so-sexy man from my last post. I couldn't resist the urge to write about him last time but I'm already wishing I hadn't. It was, indeed, too soon. Let's just say my cell phone hasn't been buzzing off the hook from texts. I know the outcome doesn't change whether I blog about it or not, but it feels like if I get chatty about a good date, when I come back to say it fell through... It's like I actually lost something. Then again, it's also too soon to completely say that this one fell through.
Guess we'll see. I haven't decided yet whether or not I actually care. Nothing like running off to Mexico for a week to soak up the sun and enjoy having no strings attached.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Laces, Leggings, and Good Days
I wore real tennis shoes today for the first time in probably 6 months. They had laces, and I wore socks. This is not only shocking to me, but to anyone who knows me.
Micheal walked into math class this morning and sat down next to me like he does everyday. Class had already started so I got his attention by poking at his arm. He looked at me, and I flicked my eyes towards my shoes while positioning my right foot to show off the piece of attire that was far from my usual ballerina-type flats. Micheal clutched his hands to his chest in a lame attempt of mimicking a heart attack, then whispered, "It's too early in the morning for you to be shocking me like that!" Hahaha. I adore that guy.
Keith looked at my outfit today and proclaimed that my attire looked like that of 2003... Whatever that's supposed to mean...
In other news, has anybody heard that annoying radio commercial for a new pill called "Good Days?" It starts out with a cynical woman narrator:
"Look at how many pills we take everyday! Pills for our skin. Pills for our heart..."
And already I'm thinking, "Crap! She's right! I do take a lot of pills everyday. She sounds very disapproving and I should probably cut back.... " I run through the list in my head... I start listing all the daily vitamins and supplements I take and get all the way to vicodin for the occassional back pain, and then the enthusiastically narrator butts in on my thoughts:
"Well now you can take a pill just to have a GOOD DAY!! And it's called GOOD DAYS!!" She goes on to tell of how she and a group of researchers have just engineered this magic pill.
Wait, what? Didn't you just tell me I take too many pills? Now I'm confused. Someone needs to tell this chick to fire her advertising writer, because that is a horrible gimmick and you made me feel guilty for no reason. Pssshhh.
But anyways, back to the shoes and socks discussion. Lately I've realized that I don't really enjoy wearing pants either. Since it's socially unacceptable to run around pantsless, my wardrobe of leggings and long shirts has been multiplying. Jackie would label these kinds of things as Weird Jacee Items... or something along those lines.
I will never forget a conversation between Jackie and I one time while thrift store shopping. (On a side note, I truly do enjoy having a shopping buddy because she keeps me from buying essentially atrocious items that I apparently think are sensational). So anyways, we're shopping, and I hold up an item of clothing and ask how she feels about it. She shakes her head. I take one last look at it before abandoning it back on the rack it came from, and with a shrug I say, "I would wear it."
She looks at me like a parent who has just let their 1st grader dress themselves for picture day so that their young, creative personality shines through in the portrait (I met a lot of this kind of parents back in the day when I was doing school photos). With a big, accepting, friendly smile, she looks up from the clothing rack and says with a slight head tilt, "I know you would. "
We still joke about that, and now if she says, "Oh you look cute!" I always have to ask the follow-up question: "Cute in a normal way? Or in like a Jacee-never-matches-anyway-and-you've-come-to-accept-it-by-now kind of way?" That always gets a smile.
That was quite a tangent to go off on, but as Mister Roger's would say, it's another day in the neighborhood, and that means I need to get back to work. Ciao.
Micheal walked into math class this morning and sat down next to me like he does everyday. Class had already started so I got his attention by poking at his arm. He looked at me, and I flicked my eyes towards my shoes while positioning my right foot to show off the piece of attire that was far from my usual ballerina-type flats. Micheal clutched his hands to his chest in a lame attempt of mimicking a heart attack, then whispered, "It's too early in the morning for you to be shocking me like that!" Hahaha. I adore that guy.
Keith looked at my outfit today and proclaimed that my attire looked like that of 2003... Whatever that's supposed to mean...
In other news, has anybody heard that annoying radio commercial for a new pill called "Good Days?" It starts out with a cynical woman narrator:
"Look at how many pills we take everyday! Pills for our skin. Pills for our heart..."
And already I'm thinking, "Crap! She's right! I do take a lot of pills everyday. She sounds very disapproving and I should probably cut back.... " I run through the list in my head... I start listing all the daily vitamins and supplements I take and get all the way to vicodin for the occassional back pain, and then the enthusiastically narrator butts in on my thoughts:
"Well now you can take a pill just to have a GOOD DAY!! And it's called GOOD DAYS!!" She goes on to tell of how she and a group of researchers have just engineered this magic pill.
Wait, what? Didn't you just tell me I take too many pills? Now I'm confused. Someone needs to tell this chick to fire her advertising writer, because that is a horrible gimmick and you made me feel guilty for no reason. Pssshhh.
But anyways, back to the shoes and socks discussion. Lately I've realized that I don't really enjoy wearing pants either. Since it's socially unacceptable to run around pantsless, my wardrobe of leggings and long shirts has been multiplying. Jackie would label these kinds of things as Weird Jacee Items... or something along those lines.
I will never forget a conversation between Jackie and I one time while thrift store shopping. (On a side note, I truly do enjoy having a shopping buddy because she keeps me from buying essentially atrocious items that I apparently think are sensational). So anyways, we're shopping, and I hold up an item of clothing and ask how she feels about it. She shakes her head. I take one last look at it before abandoning it back on the rack it came from, and with a shrug I say, "I would wear it."
She looks at me like a parent who has just let their 1st grader dress themselves for picture day so that their young, creative personality shines through in the portrait (I met a lot of this kind of parents back in the day when I was doing school photos). With a big, accepting, friendly smile, she looks up from the clothing rack and says with a slight head tilt, "I know you would. "
We still joke about that, and now if she says, "Oh you look cute!" I always have to ask the follow-up question: "Cute in a normal way? Or in like a Jacee-never-matches-anyway-and-you've-come-to-accept-it-by-now kind of way?" That always gets a smile.
That was quite a tangent to go off on, but as Mister Roger's would say, it's another day in the neighborhood, and that means I need to get back to work. Ciao.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Argosy
I'm a bit overdue for a post but with good reason. The last week of instruction for Winter Quarter is next week with finals in the following week. Classes have been pretty fast-paced and I'm at the point of running on empty. At least the end is in sight.
I also had my first ride on the Argosy, a fancy dinner-cruise ship that does a loop around the Puget Sound as the sun sets. It was the venue for AXA Financial's annual award ceremony and Jena asked if I'd be interested in being the photographer since their normal one bailed. Hands down, sign me up.
Throw in an open bar and let the good times roll.
I also had my first ride on the Argosy, a fancy dinner-cruise ship that does a loop around the Puget Sound as the sun sets. It was the venue for AXA Financial's annual award ceremony and Jena asked if I'd be interested in being the photographer since their normal one bailed. Hands down, sign me up.
Throw in an open bar and let the good times roll.
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