Saturday, September 30, 2006

DEAD # 3 and Other Stuff

"Every man likes an all-around girl. One that is as attractive from the back as she is from the front. To rate a backward glance from him, you'd better give yourself one first!"

"Start from scratch - in the nude. Stand in your usual, not party, posture. Take a good, long look at the sags and bulges. Be as critical as if you were pointing out the defects in another woman. This won't be easy. Most of us develop blind spots about our own shortcomings."

"Before you get discouraged, however, grab a pencil and paper and list your assets, as well as your liabilities - the pros on one side and the cons on the other. You may find that you have more pluses that you've been giving yourself credit for. Feminity and good health are two of your biggest, so put these at the top of the list."

This just makes me depressed. No nudie-tootie in front of the full-length mirror for me, thank you.

In other news...I'm tired. Bone tired. The kind of tired where I'm half comatose with only my hands moving across the keyboard, thinking, "It's going to take so much energy to get ready for bed. So I'll just keep typing because it's not as strenuous."

I got my glass pendants back today (I made them last week for glass fusing examples, and they rock!) I'll have to take a picture and post it...but not now. The camera's in the other room.

Okay, I have to powder my nose. Guess I've gotta get up now. Sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite, dear friends.

Friday, September 29, 2006

DEAD # 2

We're going to title this series D-E-A-D, which stands for "Daily Entry by Arlene Dahl." The name seems fitting, don't you think? (I tried to find some way to use the word "barf" but couldn't come up with anything stellar.)

"Brush your hair until it bounces," she would say, "the way your father likes it."

"Whenever we went shopping, we bought "on approval" - my father's/ When we came home we'd give him a fashion show, and what he didn't like went back to the store immediately!"

Thursday, September 28, 2006

An Introduction

I found this book. Rather amusing. "Always ask a man - the key to femininity" by Arlene Dahl, 1967

And so we begin...

We'll start with a few good ones.

"A feminine woman makes a man feel important instinctively; she works at pleasing him. When he speaks to her, she listens with rapt attention to every word."

"A woman is often like a strip of film - obliterated, insignificant - until a man puts the light behind her."

"The successful female applies all her talent to pleasing her most important audience, the man in her life."

This is gonna be fun...

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Crazy, man

I received an e-mail today from Travelocity that actually had the word "Gigantinormous" in the subject line. Way to go, T-City - that's roofus!

Strong Dislike

I've decided I do not like Hummers. Any of them - 1, 2, 3. I would be just fine if I never had to see one again. For those of you who agree, and don't mind the "f" word, here's a site you might like:


Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Pics For The Day

Annabelle and her new best friend, Bindy (they got along like two peas in a pod, can't you tell?)

I think she likes her new toy!

Beautiful sunrise here in good ol' Texas...

Monday, September 25, 2006

Where Did The Classics Go?

When Jackass #2 leads the weekend boxoffice, you know we must have a problem...

Saturday, September 23, 2006


I just ate 6 hot-from-the-oven chocolate chunk chocolate chip cookies for dinner. I don't know at this point if I'm happy about that. But they sure were good.

Friday, September 22, 2006

A few raunchy quotes and quips...

Bumper sticker I saw:
"Please don't tell my parents I'm in Texas - they think I'm at a whorehouse!" (Note: I have grudgingly learned to not only accept, but like, the Lone Star state I'm in. But CO, you're still my #1)

Customer at one of my tables (setting the scene: family of four, two daughters 18-20ish):
"She's mad because I took her napkin. I took her virginity 20 years ago, and she's worried about her napkin..." (yes, I almost passed out, but bit my cheek and handed her another napkin)

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Crazy, Man

I know there is a mathematical equation hidden somewhere in here (and I'm also sure that if the husband saw it, he would love to explain it in detail to me - at midnight, of course,) but this is pretty neat for us right-brained folks!


4. ADD 1


Wednesday, September 20, 2006

The coffee place on campus generally keeps in its case one cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory. Now, I'm not a huge cheesecake fan (gasp!), so I usually overlook the daily offering.

But today...oh, today.

I saw not the chocolate I usually see, but one more of an orange shade. Could it be...


One of my favorite things of the fall season would be, yes, pumpkin cheesecake . If you've never tried it, you're missing out on one of life's greatest treasures.

With a dollop of fresh whipped's just almost too good to be true.

Pumpkin cheesecake, here I come (and again tomorrow, and the next day...)

Tuesday, September 19, 2006


Yesterday morning it was about 51 degrees (pretty chilly for native Texans in September.) As I pulled into the parking lot at work, I saw a student walking across campus in a sweatshirt, flip flops, and a...CSS (see earlier blog.)

And you could tell she was just oh-so-miserably cold, but putting up a good front. ("I am NOT cold. Because I look so hot in this skirt. It's not cold. It's not cold...")

Oh, the prices they pay for (what they think is) fashion... I walked to my building, cozy in my long pants and long-sleeved shirt.

Monday, September 18, 2006

My Whistle is Whetted

Yes, I was impressed. Studio 60, ladies and gents, was a dang good premiere. Aside from Amanda Peet's occasional wide-eyed stare and small serial-killer halfsmile, it was quite entertaining. Looking forward to the upcoming season, oh yes. It should give Mondays a positive spin.

Pregnant Turkey Story

(Note: this is not my family, although it would have been really funny if it was!)

One year at Thanksgiving, my mom went to my sister's house for the traditional feast. Knowing how gullible my sister is, my mom decided to play a trick. She told my sister that she needed something from the store.

When my sister left, my mom took the turkey out of the oven, removed the stuffing, stuffed a Cornish hen, and inserted it into the turkey, and re-stuffed the turkey. She then placed the bird(s) back in the oven.

When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something, she reached in and pulled out the little bird. With a look of total shock on her face, my mother exclaimed, "Patricia, you've cooked a pregnant bird!"

At the reality of this horrifying news, my sister started to cry.

It took the family two hours to convince her that turkeys lay eggs!

Friday, September 15, 2006

Odd but Yummy

So I decided to eat a popsicle tonight, the long skinny ones in plastic, where you cut off the end to eat it, and then freeze your fingers off holding on to it. Yeah, those.

Well, they've been in the freezer a few months, which, since they're frozen, no prob.

I choose a green one. It passed through my mind why it wasn't quite "lime" green, but more of a "that's a color I'd like to paint my kitchen" green.

Anyways, it tasted suspiciously like grape, but it's easy to get popsicle flavors confused, you know? This time, though, the taste buds were correct. As I ate the popsicle, it started to turn purple. Just a hint at first, but by the end, solid purple.

Maybe it was a hyper-color popsicle.

Oh well. It was still good.

A bit crude, a bit rude, but...

I just can't help it. This has gone to far. I'll call it the "Crotch Shot Skirt" syndrome.

They're denim. And they are so short that if you take too big of s step, well, it lives up to it's title. On numerous occasions, I have had the unfortunate and simply vomitous view up the skirt. What's it called? Something about an animal...lives in the water...I'll leave that to you to figure out.

Not only are the CSSs too dang short when they are walking, but seriously, how do the wearers sit down? Don't their legs stick to the chair? Get sweaty? What if they had to sit on the floor? No graceful way about the up/down part there. Sexy? Nope.

Even if you do have good legs, please, please, cover at least the top 10 inches or so. Not just for my sake, but for yours, too. To be nice. we just wait until your out of hearing range, and then we gasp, shake our heads and say "What would her mother think?"

Thursday, September 14, 2006


Back hurts. Pain killer. Sleepy time. Bye.

Trivia of the Day

I'll give you a cast, and you tell me the movie...

Donald Sutherland
David Arquette
Luke Perry
Paul Reubens
Rutger Hauer
Hilary Swank
(just to name a few)

Job # 2b

I L-O-V-E the new job. I think it and I will get along just fine. And I won't come home smelling like food anymore (as much as I loved to smell like chicken tenders and ranch dressing...)

Verdict: it's gonna rock

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

A Song

Oh, what a beautiful marnin',
Oh, what a beautiful day,
I've got a beautiful feelin',
I start my new job today!

Monday, September 11, 2006

A Bit Breathtaking

I woke up early this morning to a very rare and very loud thunderstorm. But what amazing results...

9-11 Tribute

As today is September 11, I would like to offer a tribute to Molly McKenzie, killed at the Pentagon on 9-11-2001. She lived in Dale City, Virginia, and was 38 years old. We miss you, Molly.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

A Bit Odd

The Human Race Machine

There is only one race, the human race. The concept of race is not genetic but social.

The Human Race Machine is located in front of the Bookstore. The Human Race Machine is a part of the Grand Opening next week.

The Human Race Machine is a computer console that allows participants to see themselves as a different race.

How does it work? The computer captures your image while you sit in front of the machine and you can use up to four different programs to apply the changes you would like to see.

The Human Race Machine is sponsored by the Diversity Awareness.

Celebrating Diversity

Friday, September 08, 2006


I think red-tinted car windows should be illegal.

Just because they're ugly.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

A Bit Depressing

I have learned something about myself in the past couple of months. It's a bit frustrating and disillusioning.

I am not the organized person I thought I was.

I actually have piles on my desk. And not just one. I have five. That's right, I said five. And then four more on the table across the room. And sticky notes all over my computer.

I don't know what's come over me - I used to be a little psyco about these things. Everything color-coordinated, a file or folder for all projects, one or two - maximum - stacks on my desk (divided by priority, of course...)

Maybe my office isn't fung-shui, and it's thrown me off-kilter.

Yes, that's it. It's gotta be, because I still have this person inside of me who cringes at the piles, and who still get's frazzled when I don't use the "right" color of highlighter. And the fact that I'm even writing this should prove it, right?

(Didn't someone in the past call me anal-retentive? Maybe they were right...)

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Bangers n' Mash

Sense of smell is my strongest memory trigger. I keep getting strong waves of nostalgia for Oxford, England. Sadly enough, I think it's mainly the diesel fumes and cigarette smoke that are constantly floating around campus. But it's also the (almost) chill in the air, the unexpected week of clouds and rain, the faint smell of cologne...everything is adding up and whispering in my ear...

"Come back to Oxford! Relax with a cup of Earl Grey, enjoy a pint at the pub tonight. Take a walk through the park, smell the flowers, stronger now because of the afternoon rain...please come back and see me!"

Boy, oh boy, do I wish I could...

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Ironic, Don't You Think?

This didn't quite live up to it's name...sad for poor little Urvivor.


Steve Erwin - we'll miss you! See you later, alligator...

Sunday, September 03, 2006


My Happy Meal Pirate Skull Head 8-Ball said it was going to rain today (actually, it said "Aye, matey.") The eyeball was correct.

Good Tunes

The new Bob Dylan CD, Modern Times - F A N T A S T I C ! ! !
(But I could only find it at Starbucks...)