More praise for Omnis_Audis: My brother's wife said she was really glad you were there, too.
:: blush :: is she hard to please? She seemed real sweet to me. If only I could use this praise as a reference to woo a gal. ;)
Someone in his congregation watched a line of people queue up to yell at an airport desk employee...so he hopped in the line and when he got to the front, he told the woman that he didn't really have a complaint but that he wanted to give her a break. "Just type something and I'll stand here for a few minutes." ...
I was thinking just this as I read about KT's world. If only the rest of the world was compassionate. C'mon folks, lets recall the "Golden Rule" that whole "treat others as you would like to be treated" bit.
KT, I hope your day is done, and your snuggled in your own bed with that lil devil of yours keeping you warm. Brr, cuz it's cold here in SoCal right now.
So, I had a nice dinner with my boss, then a near 4 hour lesson on iTunes and iPods. He was so funny. Almost cute. His OCD side is really going to come out in organizing his music, rating, playlists, etc. Something tells me his wife is going to regret buying the iPod Nano for him.
is she hard to please?
I can't quite get my brain around Suz. She certainly appreciates my cooking but I think sometimes it really bugs her when I show my thoughtless side. On the third hand she is so totally our sister. I sometimes forget that she's the by-marriage kind.
My sisters and I have a way of pronouncing our brother's name that is referred to as the three syllable James. It's kind of hard to get across via text but it's an expression of exasperation along the lines of Ja-A-ames and was often associated with farting.
Long before we knew they were going to be married one day, I was talking on the phone with my brother and who knows what he was doing with the hand that wasn't holding the phone but in the background I heard, "Ja-A-ames!" and I knew she was my sistah.
Alas no bed for Kristin yet. I'm at the Ontario airport waiting for her flight to arrive.
We're almost home now. Long day. Bed will be very good
I just got home myself. And had to take the trash out with no help. grumble.
we will be trying to fly home today, as Skybus cancelled our flight yesterday and didn't have another one leaving till Saturday. I cancelled and booked on Jetblue. Hopefully that will go OK. We had to corral m uncle into picking us up in Boston and driving us to Portsmouth NH where our car is. Stupid Skybus.
Also, I finally got Tom's cold. Bah.
job-ma to askye! And Kristin, you should totally post that to mybadflight, except I guess it wasn't the flight that was bad.
I considered Rock Band as a gift but thought we should try GH first in case it wasn't a hit. It's a hit. Now we need a second controller so we can both play at once.
Biggest problem - Mal wants to play. We hung the guitar on him and let him get kicked off the stage, and that made him very happy.
Yay for Auntie Ali! And much job~ma!
For some reason I think my blender's name is Lou. I have never named an appliance before.
I hadn’t until I got Thelma (my Kitchen Aid mixer) last Christmas. And now she really needs a playmate, Louise (a Cuisinart). It’s kookie, but it’s fun.
Oh, Kristin, you poor thing. I too hate that kind of customer, but mostly because my mom was often that customer. I used to go hide under racks of clothes in department stores, because I hated it and was so embarrassed. So, I try extra hard to not be that person. I also, though, wonder if the people are actually asshats (most probably are). I think mom was a product of her environment. As a woman, she had very little control over anything in the fundamentalist world we were living in at that time. I think that was the only time she could exert her control, and because she had so few other opportunities, she didn’t know how to do it. The further away we got from the fundamentalist world, the less she yelled. It was kind of a bizarre thing to watch growing up. But, it makes me wonder what’s going on in those peoples worlds that makes them so unhappy and unskilled.
we will be trying to fly home today, as Skybus cancelled our flight yesterday and didn't have another one leaving till Saturday. I cancelled and booked on Jetblue. Hopefully that will go OK. We had to corral m uncle into picking us up in Boston and driving us to Portsmouth NH where our car is. Stupid Skybus.
Wha??? I hope Skybus is paying for that flight? That’s ridiculous.
Biggest problem - Mal wants to play. We hung the guitar on him and let him get kicked off the stage, and that made him very happy.
Oh, that’s adorable! My brother brought GH to Thanksgiving, and we all played--even my SIL, who had said it was the most ridiculous waste of time ever. It’s fun, although, I suck at it. My brother (the elementary music teacher) is thinking about going back to get his masters degree, and his current idea for his final project is some kind of research about using the music video games in the classroom or for educational use of some kind. I think it sounds like fun research.
it's weird enough that people take their popcorn into the restroom. I guess I understand, you went to the snack bar, now you have to go, and maybe you don't trust us to keep an eye on your food while you use the facilities
Well -- in light of the previous posts about self-entitled asshats screaming at the airline employees -- it would never occur to me to assume that a theatre employee should have to watch my food for me. My reasoning was, they're already busy enough, fetching food and beverages for a gazillion people, so asking them to watch my food when I could have just peed *first* is incredibly rude. And despite the fact that I'm generally an abrasive mean bitch, I try not to be a dick to already overworked service workers.
But I never really knew anyone who worked at a theatre before Laga, so I guess now I have a new perspective. I'll try it next time and let you know how it goes.
it makes me wonder what’s going on in those peoples worlds that makes them so unhappy and unskilled.
I don't have to wonder. I've lived in that world. For so many the oppressiveness is so demeaning and depressing that it finds any outlet it can to escape or vent. One of the worst parts is you don't even know it is happening. (the oppression or the venting)
