oh how my stats are dying
and oh how my mind is lying
my insides are crying
people yell and stomp their feet
in anger and in defeat
we keep calling
they aint interested!
but we keep persisting
keep persisting... persisting... persisting.
my love for the people has
DWINDLED.
keeps dwindling... every second - every
day.
be still my soul ...
so i dont murder someone.
all the diet coke in the world
would not make it better.
sunshine, lollippops, and rainbows...
scrabble, scraBBBLE, SCRABBLE
how thankful we are for thee...
call call call call call call call
Nattiboy Good - I love you
Bye.
- erica
Friday, April 29, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Our Funny Funk
Is it the weather? Is it the people in our lives in general? Is it the normalcy of seeing each other on a regular basis? Whatever it is, we are in a funny funk. And we are NOT enjoying it.
You know how people say after a year in a serious relationship there becomes a comfortableness that often leads to loss of spark?
Now it has not gotten to this level of seriousness, mainly because we aren't depending on one another for happiness as we would a significant other. But we do depend on each other for providing laughter and joy in a world often filled with dreariness. Work relatedly speaking.
Maybe there have just been too few Dustin's in our present days. Or Maybe the stresses of our daily lives are causing us to melt away. Or...OR...maybe it is because we completely, absolutely, undoubtedly, hate our job.
You know how people say after a year in a serious relationship there becomes a comfortableness that often leads to loss of spark?
Now it has not gotten to this level of seriousness, mainly because we aren't depending on one another for happiness as we would a significant other. But we do depend on each other for providing laughter and joy in a world often filled with dreariness. Work relatedly speaking.
Maybe there have just been too few Dustin's in our present days. Or Maybe the stresses of our daily lives are causing us to melt away. Or...OR...maybe it is because we completely, absolutely, undoubtedly, hate our job.
Now we are neither of these ethnicities, but the emotion totally encompasses what I'm trying to tell you.
It takes a constant effort to make funnies in such a depressing atmosphere. Where conversations are repeated from about 60 to over a 100 times daily and when no one is doing anything embarrassing to make fun of. And not to mention your ears begin to throb under the cushiony headsets. Although, they are relatively cushioned.
The energy in the room does not always compliment our desires. And the tole of the work place leaves us feeling exhausted. So is it us to blame? Our friendship? Our bestie-ness? Our humor? I say no. I say let the environment bring it on! Let the people remain lame. And let us continue on in confidence, that we have what it takes to make life fun, smelly, and inappropriate.
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| Fun. |
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| Smelly. |
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| Inappropriate. |
Until next time...
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Dustin Dick-ish-ness
Our friend Dustin. Nothing about Dustin is embellished, he just is what he is. A dick. And this is not me talking smack about our new friend, this is what he refers to himself as. So honest. So blunt. So...Dustin<3
Who is Dustin, you may be thinking? Well, I am glad you asked. He is our friend we made recently during one of our gas station trips at famous Will's Pit Stop. Check out here: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Wills-Pit-Stop/356617445401?sk=wall
The root of our trio friendship is based on simple stupidity. Mostly on my part, but Alison took some part in it...mainly just as an accomplice. She is Dumb and I am Dumber apparently. But she is not very dumb though, she repeats a lot of smart things she hears. With cold beverages and candy rush in hand, we approached the register. As we set our products on the counter I see to my left an egg shaped Reese's for sale, it being Easter time and all. As I gazed at the chocolatey goodness and into my past, I was reminded of something. One day, I had asked my lover Greg (Gregorio, Grezorio, Oreo, GreJorio) during the Christmas season about the Christmas shaped Reese's for sale.
I asked, "Babe, are these Reese's pine flavored?" He simply replied, "I'm not answering that question."
In the midst of my pondering I had swiped my card to pay for our tasty treats, and began telling Alison this story in a high pitched valley girl tone against my best intentions. As I am re-living this unexciting experience in every detail possible, our friend Dustin was just standing there listening for what felt like ten minutes. After I finished I looked up at him and noticed he is just starring...and he says slowly and painfully, "you need to enter your pin." As is expected Alison and I burst into laughter going on and on about how silly and stupid we are and he is just standing there. So I quickly enter my pin, feeling horrified, and dip out.
The next day, to our great surprise, there standing behind the register is Dustin. We go through our usual routine and gather our desired items and take the death walk up to the register. As Alison swipes her card and enters her pin I look up at him and ask him, "Do you remember us?" And his reply, "No." No. No? For a good fifteen seconds as I stared up at him my face probably swelled up and turned bright tomato red. Kinda like this.
After we had gathered our things and turned to leave he said, "have a good one, and good job entering your pin this time!"
We had a good laugh. And laughter, as we all know, is the cure of all things. Whether you find this story silly or not, we find it very silly. And something worth sharing with the world. That friendship can be found in the most unlikely of places, maybe at your local gas station? Don't be afraid to speak up and ask, "hey, do you remember us?" Cause odds are that person is thinking the same thing. So grow a pair folks;)
Fin.
Who is Dustin, you may be thinking? Well, I am glad you asked. He is our friend we made recently during one of our gas station trips at famous Will's Pit Stop. Check out here: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Wills-Pit-Stop/356617445401?sk=wall
The root of our trio friendship is based on simple stupidity. Mostly on my part, but Alison took some part in it...mainly just as an accomplice. She is Dumb and I am Dumber apparently. But she is not very dumb though, she repeats a lot of smart things she hears. With cold beverages and candy rush in hand, we approached the register. As we set our products on the counter I see to my left an egg shaped Reese's for sale, it being Easter time and all. As I gazed at the chocolatey goodness and into my past, I was reminded of something. One day, I had asked my lover Greg (Gregorio, Grezorio, Oreo, GreJorio) during the Christmas season about the Christmas shaped Reese's for sale.
I asked, "Babe, are these Reese's pine flavored?" He simply replied, "I'm not answering that question."
In the midst of my pondering I had swiped my card to pay for our tasty treats, and began telling Alison this story in a high pitched valley girl tone against my best intentions. As I am re-living this unexciting experience in every detail possible, our friend Dustin was just standing there listening for what felt like ten minutes. After I finished I looked up at him and noticed he is just starring...and he says slowly and painfully, "you need to enter your pin." As is expected Alison and I burst into laughter going on and on about how silly and stupid we are and he is just standing there. So I quickly enter my pin, feeling horrified, and dip out.
The next day, to our great surprise, there standing behind the register is Dustin. We go through our usual routine and gather our desired items and take the death walk up to the register. As Alison swipes her card and enters her pin I look up at him and ask him, "Do you remember us?" And his reply, "No." No. No? For a good fifteen seconds as I stared up at him my face probably swelled up and turned bright tomato red. Kinda like this.
After we had gathered our things and turned to leave he said, "have a good one, and good job entering your pin this time!"
We had a good laugh. And laughter, as we all know, is the cure of all things. Whether you find this story silly or not, we find it very silly. And something worth sharing with the world. That friendship can be found in the most unlikely of places, maybe at your local gas station? Don't be afraid to speak up and ask, "hey, do you remember us?" Cause odds are that person is thinking the same thing. So grow a pair folks;)
Fin.
celebrity look a-like
Im sure at one point or another, in the span of ones life, something like this has been said to you: "you know, you look so much like (name of actor/actress, politician, professional athlete, any sort of celebrity, ect.) ."
Most of the time this is a huge ego boost and you walk away feeling quite good about yourself. Some on the other hand, not so much.
for example:
HUGE EGO BOOST
NOT SO MUCH
Often times, many look-alikes earn a living by making guest appearances at public events or performing on television or in a film, playing the person they resemble. I dont know about you, but that is something I could handle.
Today I have discovered a celeb look a-like that surpasses any other. I almost called her Jim when I saw this happening!
I think I have opened up a whole new career outlook for her. You can thank me later. Good luck with that.
Most of the time this is a huge ego boost and you walk away feeling quite good about yourself. Some on the other hand, not so much.
for example:
HUGE EGO BOOST
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| who wouldnt want to look like Ang? |
NOT SO MUCH
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| Yikes |
Often times, many look-alikes earn a living by making guest appearances at public events or performing on television or in a film, playing the person they resemble. I dont know about you, but that is something I could handle.
Today I have discovered a celeb look a-like that surpasses any other. I almost called her Jim when I saw this happening!
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| the resemblance is undeniable |
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| perfection in a face. |
I think I have opened up a whole new career outlook for her. You can thank me later. Good luck with that.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
work appropriate?
So as stated previously, "we believe that inappropriateness does not apply to us in any way, shape, or form". And that includes the work place. For example:
my work attire usually consists of sweats, a t-shirt, and no shower. Its an odd day when I actually take a shower and get dressed. At any other work place that would be unacceptable. not here.
we often have conversations, that may seem inappropriate to others, that require the muting of our headsets.
Topics of conversations include, but are not limited to: poop, farts, periods, other people in the room (without them knowing of course), ect., ect. Sometimes we have extreme fear and anxiety about when others in the room are laughing because we think "how could it not be about us?" And not in a good way. So then we laugh compete with them to make them feel as stupid as they made us feel. It's only fair, ya know? We talk about pooping and farting out loud with no containment. and erica, admittedly will even let a few farts slip while working.
with all this being said, these next pictures were taken at work, and shouldnt surprise you in the least...
my work attire usually consists of sweats, a t-shirt, and no shower. Its an odd day when I actually take a shower and get dressed. At any other work place that would be unacceptable. not here.
we often have conversations, that may seem inappropriate to others, that require the muting of our headsets.
Topics of conversations include, but are not limited to: poop, farts, periods, other people in the room (without them knowing of course), ect., ect. Sometimes we have extreme fear and anxiety about when others in the room are laughing because we think "how could it not be about us?" And not in a good way. So then we laugh compete with them to make them feel as stupid as they made us feel. It's only fair, ya know? We talk about pooping and farting out loud with no containment. and erica, admittedly will even let a few farts slip while working.
with all this being said, these next pictures were taken at work, and shouldnt surprise you in the least...
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| Was way more exciting than it looks. |
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| Just a yoga pose, don't over-react. |
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| Notice the enormity of the foot length. Just the angle people. |
work appropriate you ask? yes, we think so!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
"Do you realize that you can't play the game of life with sweaty palms?"
Although I succumb to the validity found in this quote, when it comes to my own life, I believe differently. Playing the game of life could be rather difficult with sweaty palms, yes. Grabbing hold of the bull horns and overcoming defeat till the game is over would be near impossible with moist hands. Sweaty pits, sweaty tooshy, sweaty everything...the more the better I say. Even with these challenges. It's a physical sign of endurance, determination, and strength. Smelling worse than farts, who cares? I don't. And I know you wouldn't either if everyone else didn't care. This is not to offend. There are tons of things I care too much about. But sweating is not one of them. I know that sweating and smelling do not always go hand in hand, but for those who do experience this hand in hand action, I write to you. It is not something we can always control, unless we limit ourselves to participating in activities that we know would not bring the moisture. However, that would erase most of the things I find joy in. Just to name a few: jumping for joy, running instead of walking up the stairs (due to excitement, or fear), and laughing hysterically...don't judge. I sweat. And I sweat because I am full heartily playing the game of life. And I smell because of it more often than not. I know deodorant and perfumes aid in this area, but deodorant sweats off and perfume doesn't last. So when, my friends, will it be accepted to smell when you have clearly been sweating bullets. I ask you sincerely. The world would be a happier place if the anxiety of having smelly swits and swass was eliminated.
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