Thursday, September 28, 2006
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
I'm hosting a scary movie sleepover party for Halloween for my 11 year old cousins. I'm looking for some ideas for scary movies that are scary, but won't scare you too much, so they feel like they're watching hard core scary movies, but then I'm not up all night with scared girls. Like Anaconda is scary but when are they going to be swimming in the Amazon? Any other ideas?
Sunday, September 24, 2006
I've already taken and cropped the pictures, so I might as well finish this post.
A potato masher...I'm not sure where exactly this came from or why I even have it
A pepper mill...I don't really like pepper. But I like pepper mills.
Spices...I've used other spices on this spice rack. Just not those four (parsley flakes, rosemary, sesame seed, & thyme).
Toaster and Toaster Oven...Related items. I don't really eat much toast and I'm not really sure what the purpose of a toaster oven is.
Things That I've never used
I've been in my apartment almost 4 months and I've come to realize there are certain things that for some reason I had to have when I moved in, but have yet to be used. Here's a quick tour of them.
Any of these dishes...hence why they are on the highest possible shelf in my kitchen
The fire extinguisher...I guess that's a good thing. It came with the apartment
The ironing board...I don't really have a job that requires clothing that needs ironing. The one time I did iron something...I didn't use the board.
My kitchen table...when used is defined as sitting at and doing something there such as eating not when defined as sitting stuff on it.
This lamp...when used is defined as actually turning it on. It's on the floor because I don't have a cute table to put it on yet.
My martini glasses...really such a shame
There's more, but I'm having problems with my computer and want to post these before I lose anything...any bets on how much longer it will take me to use these?
What a Night!
Last night started at the Middletown Autumn Festival Sponsored by Three Mile Island. I'm not kidding. I guess if you almost totally annhilate your town, it's only right to shell out a couple of bucks to sponsor an autumn festival. We were there to see the band Holis...a favorite of my friend Amanda's and I went to high school with the lead singer. While watching the band, we played the ever popular "Didn't we go to school with that person? Isn't her name something like Tiffany?"
Then we decided to go to a bar to watch the game, so that we could watch several games at once. What an unbelievable comeback!! I almost had to throw down with some white trash Penn State fan, but luckily he left before any altercation could occur. Other highlights of the evening: people dressed as pirates in the bar, Boston College (aka Fredo) losing to unranked NC State, and a TV not landing on my friend's head.
Did anyone else love how they made someone report on Joe Paterno going to the bathroom in the middle of the game? Did anyone else think Penn State played better while he was gone?
Friday, September 22, 2006
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Was anyone else a little disappointed with the first episode of ER? I kinda wish they would've surprisingly killed off someone. I was just waiting for Luca to keel over or for Sam to be shot by her psycho ex-husband or for Abbey to bite it on the operating table...but no, everyone had to live happily ever after, more or less.
I was actually going to post pictures, but I'm too embarrassed.
Let's go back to two weeks ago. Two weeks ago I was getting ready to go to Notre Dame. I was working on getting everything ready at work, so that I could leave. Hence, my apartment suffered. I used up my last bread and milk and cereal and clean clothes. I also didn't really open up any of my mail except important bills.
I went to South Bend and was sent back to PA with the missing box of stuff along with some various other items for Christmas and whatnot. Upon returning to PA, I immediately got a horrendous cold which seemed to linger for the entire week making me really tired and icky and not wanting to clean.
Last Saturday, I went to State College so that was a waste of a day. Sunday, I spent the whole day in my pajamas. I managed to do some laundry and cook a meal and hang some pictures that came from Indiana and take a nap (during which the Eagles managed to go from up by 17 to a tie game all in the 4th quarter).
This week, I've had plans every night. By the way, I work all this weekend, so there is no relief in sight.
An example of the mess...my suitcase from Indiana is still sitting packed with dirty clothes in my living room. I don't really care either...it's not like anyone ever comes over.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
People who say "I don't want to complain but..." or "I don't want to cause trouble but.." or "I don't want to be one of those people but..." and then follow it up with some whiney complaint. If you don't want to be one of those people, then get over whatever your stupid hangup is and don't complain to me!
Sunday, September 17, 2006
While waiting in a very long line for a porta potty, I came up with an invention and Danielle agreed that it would be a good idea. People would go into the porta potty and apparently thought that was like their own private time and six hours later would emerge while 20 people fresh from tailgating held their breath. I've decided that you need timed porta potties. You have a minute and a half (this time is subject to change based on study as to what is actually a resonable amount of time.) At a minute and 15 seconds, you receive a beep warning. When the full time is up, the door flings open.
Yesterday, I was at a tailgate party at Happy Valley. Everyone was grabbing food, throwing football, drinking beer -- the usual tailgate party stuff. One guy there, when his hotdog was done grabbed some liquid soap and a bottle of water and washed his hands. My question is - is this allowed or does it break a man law? Washing hands makes sense but just seemed really strange.
I also have to say that the Youngstown State Penguin Mascots have to be the cutest thing I ever saw. There is a boy and a girl penguin and their real fat and fuzzy and waddle around the sidelines.
My VCR worked, but I'm not going to watch the game because it will just make me mad and in fact, I'm going to just pretend ND didn't play this week. Though I can make a pretty good case for The Pink Shoe being banned from Notre Dame Stadium because she has bad karma.
Friday, September 15, 2006
To: My VCR
From: J Sto
Date: September 15, 2006
Subject: Being a Piece of Shit
I find it necessary to inform you that being a piece of shit tomorrow is absolutely unacceptable. As you probably already know, I will be away tomorrow at the Penn State game and you have been assigned a very important task...namely taping the Notre Dame/Michigan game for my future viewing.
In the past, we have had our difficulties. You seem to have the ability to tape random shows such as episodes of Survivor for my parents, but when called upon to step up and tape things such as the season finale of ER, you are unable to perform.
I have the upmost respect and confidence in you, but cannot stress enough the importance of this game. Should you fail to complete the assigned task to your full ability, please know that I may need to take action, more specifically, purchasing TiVo. This is not meant to be a threat, but simply meant to inform you of the consequences.
cc:// the Blogosphere
Thursday, September 14, 2006
This Saturday, I'm going up to State College (the den of the enemy) to see the Penn State vs. Youngstown State game. No one could really figure out what Youngstown State's mascot was. "Some type of bird I think," was my dad's answer. Well, they're the penguins. I know I'm supposed to be routing for Penn State since we played them and it will strengthen our schedule blah, blah, blah, but wouldn't it be great to be in Pennsylvania and see all hell break loose when precious Joe Pa loses to the Youngstown State Penguins the week after being slaughtered by Notre Dame. Seriously, wouldn't that be great!
For the longest time, I never had a reocurring dream. Then about two years or so ago, I started having one. I had it again last night so I must be stressed about work or something because that's the only time I have it. Give me your thoughts.
In my dream, I'm sitting on my futon in my dorm room fall semester of senior year. I'm looking through my book bag and I see a red Business Statistics book and suddenly I realize that I haven't been going to that class. I think I went once, but then for some reason I just forgot to go. I start panicking and thinking "Can I still drop this class so it won't affect my GPA?" "I'm certainly going to fail, but I need this class to graduate, do they even offer it spring semester?" "Where is that class even held and why haven't I been going?" Last night was a double whammy because I also realized I hadn't been going to my "Music Around the World" class...which doesn't even really exist...but usually I don't dream that part.
I always wake up in a panic until about 5 minutes later I realize I already finished college. My aunt, uncle and mom all have similar dreams. Anyone else?
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
My gym just put in a cardio movie room. It's a room that has a big movie screen in front and bikes, treadmills, and ellipticals. So far I've watched Poseidon and War of the Worlds in there. It's great because you can bike and bike and bike and because you want to see what happens next in the movie you don't even think about it. The only bad part is when you get off the bike after like two hours and you can't make it up the steps of your apartment.
Do you think they'd kick me out if I bring popcorn and just start sitting on the bikes without pedaling?
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
When I saw my parents this weekend, I asked them what their plans are for Thanksgiving...meaning are they staying in Indiana/do they want me to come to Indiana or are they coming to Pennsylvania or are they going to be in Vegas/Aruba/California? My mom said she didn't know and would have to talk to my dad.
Last night my mom called and said they would love to come to my apartment for Thanksgiving...I'm sorry, what was that? At first, I thought she was kidding because my parents do stupid shit like that to me all the time...but no, she wasn't.
Unless they want Chef Boyardee Raviolis and slice and bake cookies for Thanksgiving, I'm going to have to think about this. If anyone has any ideas on how to knock their socks off, please let me know.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
1). Cruise control is really ok. I used to not like cruise control on my car...it's a control thing, but my foot was bothering me on the drive home, so I started using it and I think I like it.
2). Not only does the clock on O'Shag have hands on it, but it is working and displays the correct time.
3). I like blowouts (of course if its my team winning). I don't like close games. I've experienced too many close calls. I like to watch Notre Dame annhilate the other team.
4). John Carlson does not get enough credit for his hotness. I noticed how cute he was with his blond curls during the player's walk from the basilica. It's a shame he's in the shadow of Brady and Samardzija.
5). Next week instead of watching ND take on Michigan, I will be at the Penn State/Youngstown State game...maybe they'll have better luck with them. HA
Saturday, September 09, 2006
I've come to the conclusion that bunk beds scare the piss out of me. This weekend at my parent's house Danielle and I were booked in the bunk bed room. For those of you that are unfamiliar with my parents house on football weekends, we have several bedrooms and when you arrive you are automatically assigned to a room.
I'm on the lower bunk. Sure, I was in bunk beds my junior year of college, but that was the upper bunk. And the upper bunk scared me for a while (fear of rolling out, etc.), but once I fell off trying to get out of the upper bunk, it really wasn't that big of a deal.
The lower bunk scares me more. I'm scared the upper bunk and Danielle will come crashing down on me in the middle of the night. First of all the posts from the upper bunk that aren't exactly lined up with the lower bunk's bed posts that it is sitting on top of, so everytime Danielle climbs up, i'm scared its going to slip off and the whole bed will fall on me.
Second, there are just wooden planks under the upper bunk holding the mattress and Danielle on the upper bunk. One of these wooden planks, I have convinced myself is cracked and unusually bowed, so I think its going to snap in the middle of the night and i'll be in the middle of a mattress sandwich.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
I've been so busy getting stuff ready at home and at the office that nothing really worthy of blogging has happened.
Today is the big drive to Indiana. I asked my neighbor to pick up my paper on Sunday, so that it isn't sitting out there all day. When I left this morning from my apartment, I found a little goodie bag from her on my door. How cute is that!!
It's official. She's adopted me as a granddaughter.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Has anyone else seen that Don't Drink and Drive commercial where there's people being pulled over by the cops and their car is filled with beer, or wine, or what I'm assuming is a martini and the guy is eating the olives out of it?
If this was feasible and legal, I'd like to drive around in a tequila sunrise with orange slices floating in it because not only would it taste and smell good, but it would be pretty too!
1) Can we please recruit a kicker? I mean I don't want to be holding my breath every time we go for a 30 yard kick. DJ used to be ok, but still he missed some in some big games...ahem...USC. Doesn't Setta have any eligibility left?
2) Did anyone else see their life flash before their eyes when Darius was laying on the ground and they were feeling around on his shoulder?
3) That was totally Pass Interference.
4) A win is a win. I'll take it...at least we didn't lose to Montana St.
5) Babysitting was easier than I thought. The kids had already eaten, didn't need to be put to bed, and my uncle had bought Fuzzy Navel Wine Coolers just for me because he knows I love them. The kids played video games the entire 5 hours I was there.