As best as I can figure, someone took my purse for a joy ride yesterday.
Archive for January, 2007
Hello booniverse campers! I’m feeling like penning a little something-something for you, even though it’s a Tuesday. Cherish the Tuesday posting.
Oooooo, say. Check out the new look. I’d love to say that this was all me, but I’m not that computer savvy. I did make the decision to have the banner in stars though (after TheMan said “Hey! I can make the header banner a star field if you like. You know, the universe of booniverse!”) so that’s something…? Anyway, TheMan has migrated the booniverse over to Word Press and it’s all shiny! with commentability now and a super easy interface on the back end so I can update with ease!
Which doesn’t guarantee that I will, I’m just sayin that I can. Now. Something. LOOK AT THE SHINY!
Check me out, I’ve gone all Suzy Homemaker here. Not only have we been doing pretty good with the food thing but I have a new initiative: Decrapulation!
Hi ho, I’ve had a bit of time to think about a bio page (re: I’m stuck at work after hours waiting for TheMan to finish up with a filming gig and BORED NOW!) so here it is:
Hi! I’m boo, your friendly neighborhood author of the booniverse. I was born in 1970 at the end of January so you do the math and figure out how old I am. I do not feel like remembering to update this page every year with a new age and besides, a little math never hurt anyone right?
I’m married to TheMan since…November 2003. Again with the math.
We live in a Big Ten college town, sorta…or at least in the next town over which might as well be Big Ten College Town Light (less filling, tastes great!). It has a poorer economy but much, MUCH better snow removal practices.
We have two cats: One “applehead” Siamese named Isaak (Buddy, Kitty-Kitty, Dumb-ass, Weirdo, “I”) and one British Short Hair named Vande (rhymes with ‘candy’ and is short for Van de Graaff Generator. She will also not answer to Kitty-Kitty, Dumb-ass, Little Kitty, Pooch, Pooch-cat, Weirdo, Vande-cat). Both cats were born in…arrrgh, math. 1995? Is that right? Yes, 1995. I think I hurt something figuring that out.
Japanese Snack Foods make me giggle, hence why I do a weekly(ish) review of them.
I’m a film major by training but I worked for a very long time in a technical field. Thus, I’m pretty much screwed when it comes to finding work since I don’t have the experience in my field of education and I don’t have the education in the field of my experience. Kids, listen up: Always try to match your career with your education. Just file that tidbit with all the other life changing decisions you are expected to make even though you aren’t even allowed to vote yet. By the way, I’ve solved my education/experience problem by becoming a secretary. The pay and benefits are awesome for the amount of work I actually do. Truly, it’s the cushiest job ever.
I collect elephants, which I’m overrun with, books, which I’m overrun with, DVDs, which I’m overrun with and sake sets, which I’m not yet overrun with but only because I managed to stop myself at 5 sets. I’m not sure if that counts as a collection, really, but I do know that I’m drawn to the things. They are so cuuuuuute! And sake! Yum.
I used to speak German fairly fluently (albeit slow) and I know a bizarre amount of French words despite never studying the language. Damn French, insinuating itself into my head. I can recognize maybe seven Japanese characters and all the Spanish I know can fit on the head of a pin with room to spare. Sometimes I even speak English correctly.
Home of the Japanese Snack Food Review, provider of 100% of your USRDA of Shiny!, and home to the 10,000 typing monkeys of the Apocalypse.
I know, I know, You JSF Junkies are DYING out there. The good news is that we sampled three (count them, three!!!) new snacks. The bad news is that I was a complete lazy butt and didn’t get photographs of the lovely snackage. I also didn’t write the reviews up but that’s not the focus of my excuse. Long longer: Pooooost Dating!
While I think this is an unused title, I’m now wondering how many blog titles I end in exclamation points.
boo: Hey babe. Just called to see how you were feeling.
TheMan: Eh, OK I guess. Why are you calling my cell phone?
boo: The house phone wouldn’t pick up.
TheMan: Huh. Wonder why? Oh…that’s odd. No dial tone.
TheMan: Hey, did you notice a tree branch on your truck when you went to work?
boo: Ahhhhh…nnnooo. Unless it was one of those little ones the tree is always dropping on the hood. I didn’t get a good look at the front.
TheMan: Oh no, this one is three inches thick and lying on top of the cab. I think it tore out the phone line on the way down.
boo: Then definitely no. I would have noticed something like that.
Check me out! Postin at 7:30am. I don’t even know what’s going to happen this Monday because a lot of it hasn’t happened yet! But, seeings as it’s a Monday, I can talk all about the weekend. That’s why God (or the belief of your choice) made Mondays.
The Joie de verve for today was getting in early enough to get a parking spot out back and to almost have enough time to walk to Starbuck’s and back for a Cinnamon Spice Mocha. I *may* have been a couple minutes late to work, but they were a happy, caffeinated, chocolaty couple of minutes.