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Thursday: Janauary 07, 2010 - Off to New Zealand
So long, suckers. Steve and I are off to New Zealand right now. Our dad dropped us off at the airport bright and early this morning and we have our two carry-on bags. We are in the middle of a blizzard in Chicago so going to another part of the planet where they're having summer is even more awesome now. Think fondly of us as you dig ourselves out of two feet of snow. Ciao dudes!
So long, suckers. Steve and I are off to New Zealand right now. Our dad dropped us off at the airport bright and early this morning and we have our two carry-on bags. We are in the middle of a blizzard in Chicago so going to another part of the planet where they're having summer is even more awesome now. Think fondly of us as you dig ourselves out of two feet of snow. Ciao dudes!
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Where are the updates???!!!!! I'm losing so much sleep over this! Tell me about yourself!!!!
Good Things Take Time...
176 days until FSU Football (2010)
Random Picture...
Here's the view from my chair looking straight up. It was too bright to risk going straight into the sun but I was able to build up a nice shade-tan.
Here's the view from my chair looking straight up. It was too bright to risk going straight into the sun but I was able to build up a nice shade-tan.
Time Machine:
03-12-2009
· 03-12-2008
· 03-12-2007
· 03-12-2006
03-12-2009: 
9:30am: That's starting your day off right. Get up early and somehow manage a pink/orange. It's no pink/pink but we'll take it.
9:45am: All bundled up and ready to take Chompy out.
11am: Fresh off a work call and filled with coffee it's time to wrestle with the laundry. No, my sweatshirt is not tucked into my pants. Yes, I am wearing a sweatshirt and wear it in public.
12:00pm: I had a 10am meeting with my like 18 year old financial planner. I figured he'd learn a valuable lesson in patience if I came two hours late.
1:15pm: Time for a quick coffee at the SBUX that I try to avoid.
1:30pm: Winning at Grab Ab, one of my favorite games. She really stunk. Like for real. Real real.
3:00pm: At the doctor's office in VA for a check-up. The woman behind me was 20 with three kids so I know I had her beat.
5:30pm: Crashing at Brian's with some Chick-Fil-A and Booty. I figured I should eat after giving up some blood. The rest of my problems throughout the day were based on a lack of blood.
9:10pm: They reopened "my" Starbucks for me to give me a tea. I had already exceeded my coffee intake for the day.
9:30pm: But Abby, why are you offering me a toy of appeasement?..
9:31pm: That's why! Bath Ab!
11:30pm: Online chatting with friends afar. But not for long.
1am BONUS: Bedtime for all my bitches.03-12-2008:
7:06am: Apparently I'm still in 8-5 work mode because I always wake up at 7:06. Since I don't have anything formally scheduled I'm sure this will be a productive day!
9:30am: I am Chompy, keeper of the bed. I'm sure sleeping with the plugged-in laptop power cord was a great idea. Chompy and I have not been on the best of terms since I moved up here but rest assured this was not a veiled attempt to electrocute her.
9:45am: Can I PLEASE just steal ONE internet connection? I wish people in DC were as unsavvy about internet connections as the yokels in Tallahassee. There were at least two quality unsecured connections in my apartment there. Now I have to settle for some Mac one that barely works.
10:00am: Ok, there's no internet and it's not going to get any warmer than 45 so it's time to go run in Glover Park. Just look at the smile on my face--so much ambition and determination.
10:45am: Oh my God, it is so cold out there. I probably only "ran" for maybe 15 minutes of the 40 I was gone. I did learn however that there are many "trails" that go for about 100 feet and then dump you into a busy intersection. On the bright side, on my normal route I've started naming landmarks; be grateful I wasn't on Louis and Clark's expeditions or else there'd be a lot more areas of country known by names like Creepy Dude Tree and Dog Sh*t Bridge.
Noonish: I traded Jamie her old carpet and chair-mats for some Starbucks. I also got Abby a new toy elephant.
1:07pm: What a waste of money this thermometer was. If it's in fact 85 degrees outside then I easily ran about 26 miles this morning.
3:30pm: Here I am putting the glass doors on my new kitchen pantry. I've gotten pretty good using the timer on my camera. The doors don't close all the way but that will come in time. Rome wasn't built in a day.
4:45pm: I haven't had to do dishes by hand since July of 2001. With each passing day I feel more and more like a housewife--going shopping in the morning, running in the park, and then cleaning up the house. I just need a rich husband who totally ignores me except when he beats me and I'll totally fit in here.
8pm: Looks like I accidentally brought a bunch of pets with me from Florida--the plants that now live in my desk used to be outside and they apparently house several colonies of ants. I have a fun time mashing them on my new desk...I'm pretty sure this is what people did before the internet to pass time.
10:00pm: There was an accident involving a bus which blocked one lane and this bitch was in the blocked lane. Because I'm a courteous anti-gridlock driver, I didn't block the intersection when the light changed to red and she waited until there was no traffic coming before running the red to get ahead of me. Once the lanes went back to normal I pulled up next to her to yell and she pretended to not notice just like I did when I cut some guy off driving back from Union Station. No harm done but seriously, do you really think gridlocking an intersection is helpful to ANYONE? Really? Seriously?
11:30pm: Ooh, it's my scared face after watching the "After Humans" show on the National Geographic channel that showed what would happen to earth if every human died today. Long story short, everything would get better for every other species once the radiation died down. I couldn't stay awake through the next show on how oil is created. I did have some weird dreams about the world ending which were pretty interesting (more than I can say for my 12 of 12).
03-12-2007: As inspired by the Untitled Chad Darnell Project.
2:30 am: Chris and I have finished our wine for the night and we are awaiting the return of our significant others. The contrast was pretty poor because of the lack of the light so I took the liberty of adjusting the contrast so you could see the clock through the wine glasses.
11:00am: I finally woke up and let the dogs out. They took the liberty of finding their own breakfast (acorns) and bringing all of the shells inside of my freshly-vacuumed carpet.
1:30pm: Time for Gordo's. This is the inside of my El Gordo. You call those little nuggets of meat bacon? Come on! We learned that the main guy that runs it is some sort of sex pervert and in jail for having a bunch of lewd, underage pictures. Just what I want to be thinking about while they're making my food.
3:00pm: Chris, Kevin and Michael. You might notice I already used this picture once a few days ago but with Kevin photoshopped out. Sorry buddy! You probably can't tell from this picture but Kevin's got biceps so big they have their own biceps. And just look at those pearly whites.
3:30pm: So Chris and I are going to SBUX and we get stuck behind this fire truck. Turns out this car "accidentally" drove forward instead of reverse, went over the Bank of America embankment (raised) and came to rest atop this other car. Fortunately no one was hurt and it was right outside where we were sitting. The guy who didn't know how to operate his transmission told a terrible lie saying that some other phantom car had rammed him from the SBUX lot (???), his car flew up in the air and landed on the other car. Whoa dude. That's enough excitement for one iced venti vanilla latte.
4:45pm: Nothing like a little dog nap in the middle of an exciting day.
6:15pm: Here's me cooking three packages of Japanese Chicken. Remind me not to wear that shirt again; it looks so emo. And that reminds me of a joke: I wish my lawn were emo so it would cut itself.
8:00pm: We are very excited to be going to Leon Pub.
10:45pm: Sorry to wake you up pup but it's time to play Apples to Apples (again).
12:15am: You can't tell from this stunning overhead shot but the coffee table is actually off the ground because Michael and I had so many victory cards. I'm going to have to say that being inside the sun is the most uncomfortable. Inside The Sun. -Jimmy
1:30am: It's late but who cares. I'm about to play by The Common Loon card for the word "Ordinary". Chris correctly judged it to be the winner. Sorry Heather, Festering Wounds was just not appropriate.
2:30am: With all of the rooms, beds and couches booked at the inn poor Chompy has to sleep on the floor. Man, that picture is funny.
BONUS: Our guests of honor.
03-12-2006: Friday: One of my semi co-workers was arrested for his third DUI AND driving without a license. I say semi-coworker because he works for the magazine and not really for RD. Nonetheless he called Kurt to bail him out of jail. Personally I think he needs to rot in jail before he kills someone. I know he's young but I don't care. It's not like he hasn't had chances before. At least he'll probably lose his sales job as my semi-coworker when they take his license away for the next five years. You dumbass.
Barbara left before she, chris and I could have our inaugural Photoshop Contest. I declare myself winner for today's picture because, well, you should read the Chompblog.
Saturday: Worked on scores all day until around 7pm when I got ready and headed over to jamie's Housewarming Party. I was the third to arrive (after Chris and michael natually). We were later joined by tami, ricky, pchris, elena and Tim. I gotsta give a SupDog out to Ricky who was offered a new job at the Department of Revenue so he can now leave the rat-infested bowels of the State System, my former place of employment, the JAC. It was also rumored that Kathy was the first out of her poker game up at brian's. Brian apparently won second, a position I never find myself in.
Sunday: Worked on EVEN MORE scores, including Soca Chompy. I know there's always an inate eye-roll when I talk about steel drum music but Soca Chompy is nothing to sneeze at. After revisions the score was over 27,000 notes. This ain't Margaritaville. I'm surprised I remembered when the "Count" feature is in Finale since I hadn't used it so long.
Thank GOD Desperate Housewives is going to be running against The Sopranos from now on. Last night's episode was pretty darn good so maybe they know that Sunday nights aren't a gimme anymore. I was a little disappointed that Paul didn't die when he was locked in the police van. I mean come on, like those hardened criminals wouldn't have killed him? Come on. I am really getting sick of the Susan parts of the story. Shouldn't there be some meat to character other than giggling and falling in love with all the wrong people? Who cares! If *I* were in charge here would be next week: Andrew would kill Bree, Andrew's lover would kill him. Paul would kill him. Martha Huber's sister would kill him. Mike would kill her. Dr. Ron would kill him. Karl would kill him. Susan would kill him. Zack would kill Susan. Julie would kill Zack. Stay tuned for next week!
9:30am: That's starting your day off right. Get up early and somehow manage a pink/orange. It's no pink/pink but we'll take it.
9:45am: All bundled up and ready to take Chompy out.
11am: Fresh off a work call and filled with coffee it's time to wrestle with the laundry. No, my sweatshirt is not tucked into my pants. Yes, I am wearing a sweatshirt and wear it in public.
12:00pm: I had a 10am meeting with my like 18 year old financial planner. I figured he'd learn a valuable lesson in patience if I came two hours late.
1:15pm: Time for a quick coffee at the SBUX that I try to avoid.
1:30pm: Winning at Grab Ab, one of my favorite games. She really stunk. Like for real. Real real.
3:00pm: At the doctor's office in VA for a check-up. The woman behind me was 20 with three kids so I know I had her beat.
5:30pm: Crashing at Brian's with some Chick-Fil-A and Booty. I figured I should eat after giving up some blood. The rest of my problems throughout the day were based on a lack of blood.
9:10pm: They reopened "my" Starbucks for me to give me a tea. I had already exceeded my coffee intake for the day.
9:30pm: But Abby, why are you offering me a toy of appeasement?..
9:31pm: That's why! Bath Ab!
11:30pm: Online chatting with friends afar. But not for long.
1am BONUS: Bedtime for all my bitches.03-12-2008:
7:06am: Apparently I'm still in 8-5 work mode because I always wake up at 7:06. Since I don't have anything formally scheduled I'm sure this will be a productive day!
9:30am: I am Chompy, keeper of the bed. I'm sure sleeping with the plugged-in laptop power cord was a great idea. Chompy and I have not been on the best of terms since I moved up here but rest assured this was not a veiled attempt to electrocute her.
9:45am: Can I PLEASE just steal ONE internet connection? I wish people in DC were as unsavvy about internet connections as the yokels in Tallahassee. There were at least two quality unsecured connections in my apartment there. Now I have to settle for some Mac one that barely works.
10:00am: Ok, there's no internet and it's not going to get any warmer than 45 so it's time to go run in Glover Park. Just look at the smile on my face--so much ambition and determination.
10:45am: Oh my God, it is so cold out there. I probably only "ran" for maybe 15 minutes of the 40 I was gone. I did learn however that there are many "trails" that go for about 100 feet and then dump you into a busy intersection. On the bright side, on my normal route I've started naming landmarks; be grateful I wasn't on Louis and Clark's expeditions or else there'd be a lot more areas of country known by names like Creepy Dude Tree and Dog Sh*t Bridge.
Noonish: I traded Jamie her old carpet and chair-mats for some Starbucks. I also got Abby a new toy elephant.
1:07pm: What a waste of money this thermometer was. If it's in fact 85 degrees outside then I easily ran about 26 miles this morning.
3:30pm: Here I am putting the glass doors on my new kitchen pantry. I've gotten pretty good using the timer on my camera. The doors don't close all the way but that will come in time. Rome wasn't built in a day.
4:45pm: I haven't had to do dishes by hand since July of 2001. With each passing day I feel more and more like a housewife--going shopping in the morning, running in the park, and then cleaning up the house. I just need a rich husband who totally ignores me except when he beats me and I'll totally fit in here.
8pm: Looks like I accidentally brought a bunch of pets with me from Florida--the plants that now live in my desk used to be outside and they apparently house several colonies of ants. I have a fun time mashing them on my new desk...I'm pretty sure this is what people did before the internet to pass time.
10:00pm: There was an accident involving a bus which blocked one lane and this bitch was in the blocked lane. Because I'm a courteous anti-gridlock driver, I didn't block the intersection when the light changed to red and she waited until there was no traffic coming before running the red to get ahead of me. Once the lanes went back to normal I pulled up next to her to yell and she pretended to not notice just like I did when I cut some guy off driving back from Union Station. No harm done but seriously, do you really think gridlocking an intersection is helpful to ANYONE? Really? Seriously?
11:30pm: Ooh, it's my scared face after watching the "After Humans" show on the National Geographic channel that showed what would happen to earth if every human died today. Long story short, everything would get better for every other species once the radiation died down. I couldn't stay awake through the next show on how oil is created. I did have some weird dreams about the world ending which were pretty interesting (more than I can say for my 12 of 12).
03-12-2007: As inspired by the Untitled Chad Darnell Project.
2:30 am: Chris and I have finished our wine for the night and we are awaiting the return of our significant others. The contrast was pretty poor because of the lack of the light so I took the liberty of adjusting the contrast so you could see the clock through the wine glasses.
11:00am: I finally woke up and let the dogs out. They took the liberty of finding their own breakfast (acorns) and bringing all of the shells inside of my freshly-vacuumed carpet.
1:30pm: Time for Gordo's. This is the inside of my El Gordo. You call those little nuggets of meat bacon? Come on! We learned that the main guy that runs it is some sort of sex pervert and in jail for having a bunch of lewd, underage pictures. Just what I want to be thinking about while they're making my food.
3:00pm: Chris, Kevin and Michael. You might notice I already used this picture once a few days ago but with Kevin photoshopped out. Sorry buddy! You probably can't tell from this picture but Kevin's got biceps so big they have their own biceps. And just look at those pearly whites.
3:30pm: So Chris and I are going to SBUX and we get stuck behind this fire truck. Turns out this car "accidentally" drove forward instead of reverse, went over the Bank of America embankment (raised) and came to rest atop this other car. Fortunately no one was hurt and it was right outside where we were sitting. The guy who didn't know how to operate his transmission told a terrible lie saying that some other phantom car had rammed him from the SBUX lot (???), his car flew up in the air and landed on the other car. Whoa dude. That's enough excitement for one iced venti vanilla latte.
4:45pm: Nothing like a little dog nap in the middle of an exciting day.
6:15pm: Here's me cooking three packages of Japanese Chicken. Remind me not to wear that shirt again; it looks so emo. And that reminds me of a joke: I wish my lawn were emo so it would cut itself.
8:00pm: We are very excited to be going to Leon Pub.
10:45pm: Sorry to wake you up pup but it's time to play Apples to Apples (again).
12:15am: You can't tell from this stunning overhead shot but the coffee table is actually off the ground because Michael and I had so many victory cards. I'm going to have to say that being inside the sun is the most uncomfortable. Inside The Sun. -Jimmy
1:30am: It's late but who cares. I'm about to play by The Common Loon card for the word "Ordinary". Chris correctly judged it to be the winner. Sorry Heather, Festering Wounds was just not appropriate.
2:30am: With all of the rooms, beds and couches booked at the inn poor Chompy has to sleep on the floor. Man, that picture is funny.
BONUS: Our guests of honor.
03-12-2006: Friday: One of my semi co-workers was arrested for his third DUI AND driving without a license. I say semi-coworker because he works for the magazine and not really for RD. Nonetheless he called Kurt to bail him out of jail. Personally I think he needs to rot in jail before he kills someone. I know he's young but I don't care. It's not like he hasn't had chances before. At least he'll probably lose his sales job as my semi-coworker when they take his license away for the next five years. You dumbass.
Barbara left before she, chris and I could have our inaugural Photoshop Contest. I declare myself winner for today's picture because, well, you should read the Chompblog.
Saturday: Worked on scores all day until around 7pm when I got ready and headed over to jamie's Housewarming Party. I was the third to arrive (after Chris and michael natually). We were later joined by tami, ricky, pchris, elena and Tim. I gotsta give a SupDog out to Ricky who was offered a new job at the Department of Revenue so he can now leave the rat-infested bowels of the State System, my former place of employment, the JAC. It was also rumored that Kathy was the first out of her poker game up at brian's. Brian apparently won second, a position I never find myself in.
Sunday: Worked on EVEN MORE scores, including Soca Chompy. I know there's always an inate eye-roll when I talk about steel drum music but Soca Chompy is nothing to sneeze at. After revisions the score was over 27,000 notes. This ain't Margaritaville. I'm surprised I remembered when the "Count" feature is in Finale since I hadn't used it so long.
Thank GOD Desperate Housewives is going to be running against The Sopranos from now on. Last night's episode was pretty darn good so maybe they know that Sunday nights aren't a gimme anymore. I was a little disappointed that Paul didn't die when he was locked in the police van. I mean come on, like those hardened criminals wouldn't have killed him? Come on. I am really getting sick of the Susan parts of the story. Shouldn't there be some meat to character other than giggling and falling in love with all the wrong people? Who cares! If *I* were in charge here would be next week: Andrew would kill Bree, Andrew's lover would kill him. Paul would kill him. Martha Huber's sister would kill him. Mike would kill her. Dr. Ron would kill him. Karl would kill him. Susan would kill him. Zack would kill Susan. Julie would kill Zack. Stay tuned for next week!