
Friday, May 22, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Cat and Mouse

Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Swine effing flu
This photo is funny:

This post is brought to you by Purell.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Is anyone still here?
First off, this squirrel is funny. (And thirsty!) It made me laugh.
Work: I used to have a rule that I wouldn’t blog about work, but I just have too much to say. My work gives me too much material to pass up sharing it.They had a baby shower this week for three guys whose wives are having babies in May. I guess someone spiked the Coolaid last August. They had three massive Costco cakes, one homemade cake, Velveeta sauce, Doritos, and some other snacks. The shower started at 9 am. Yummy – the breakfast of champions. The homemade cake was layered, from bottom with: cake, frosting, brownies, Heath bars, fat free Coolwhip. They referred to this cake as the diet cake because it contained fat free Coolwhip. Diabetes people?!?!?!
My work is holding a charity raffle. You can enter your tickets for specific prizes. These are the prizes along with the amount of tickets I put in for each:
- A GPS unit (Boooooooooooooooring! 0 tickets)
- A VP’s parking spot for a year (1 ticket)
- One of two other prime parking spots for a year (5 tickets)
- One jeans day per month for a year (6 tickets)
I hope to win both the jeans days and a parking spot.
Cars: I am sorry to say that our Pathfinder, affectionately known as Shadrac will soon be on its way to the scrap heap. I touched the right front fender the other day and good sized chunk of it fell off. Rust, the cancer of cars. I feel guilty getting rid of a car that runs fine. We are thinking of replacing it with either a Subaru Outback Wagon or a Scion XB. We still need to do some research tough. Any other suggestions of what we should get?
I am not sure how I feel about having a nicer car. A couple of weeks ago Shadrac got into a tussle with a parking lot post and lost. When you have a beater-rust-bucket-jalopy that’s no big deal. I got out, tested that the door still opened (it did with a loud creak) and went on my way. I would have been pissed if that had happened with the new car. I would have even had to fix it.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Attention: Animal lovers in Washington state
Not sure what to say? This is what I wrote:
Dear TITLE LASTNAME,
I urge you to support Senate Bill 5651. I believe that you can tell a lot about people and their society by the way that they treat animals. Please help to stop the practice of dogs being bred in inhumane conditions.
Sincerely,
YOUR NAME
CITY, WA
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Psych
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
The Bachelor
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
The watering hole
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Pens
This reminded me of a story that I am sure most of you have heard, but I will tell it anyway for the benefit of anyone who doesn't know me in real life.
In the mid-nineties, I was a receptionist for an Internet startup. The developers would ALWAYS steal my pens, stapler, tape, etc. even though the supply room was well stocked and just a few steps from my desk. I grew tired of having to put callers on hold because I didn't have a pen to write with. I had one of those cool carbon copy message pads because back then, when someone was out of the office, I would ask "would you like so-and-so's voicemail or can I take a message for you?"
NO ONE takes written messages anymore! I digress, the point is, I started labeling all of my pens, and other miscellaneous office supplies so that I could catch the thieves and retrieve the stolen goods.
Fast forward 5 years and I am now out of school and working as a network administrator. (I know, I know - odd career choice for me – it didn't last long.) One day I went to the data center down south* grabbed the pen at the front desk to sign in and guess what? Yep, it had my label on it. Totally my label! I look down and I see "Ashley's pen!" Small world. You have to figure that the pen had to have been hiding out somewhere for a few years. No way had it actually lasted that long with regular use. Or maybe it was a magic pen.
*What was the name of that place – does anyone remember?
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Smoking: still not doin' it
Friday, December 05, 2008
Nuclear Toast: King of the Internet... plus toes, jobs and Cabo
Feet: I went for my two week post frankenfeet checkup. Everything is healing fine. The numbness and twitch that I am feeling in my big and second toes on my right foot is temporary nerve damage. It will heal in a month or so. It’s just an irritation more than anything. I only cried a little at the appointment today. I knew the doc was going to “clean” my frankenfeet, but I didn’t really know what that meant. I figured he would daub a little frankenfoot cleaner on and I would be out the door. Wrong. (Bri – skip to the next paragraph now.) It involved a lot of scraping and draining using sharp instruments. Um, don’t they know that I need Valium for things like that? Duh!
Job: In the last two and a half weeks I was laid off and hired. I start my new job on Monday December 15th. If you want to know more, email me. I am paranoid about blog stalkers. (Note to Gayle: a blog stalker is someone who lurks around a blog without commenting. So leave some comments lady!)
Cabo: Ahhhhhh – I leave for Cabo in the morning. I will miss DK, but it will be great to see my mom. Tecate Light and nachos by the pool are a major bonus!
Monday, November 10, 2008
Worst word ever!
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Tsunami Blue by Gayle Williams
So much to celebrate this week!
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Polar bear, moose, wolves and the 18-35 demographic REJOICE!
349! 349! 349! 349! 349!
I never, ever thought I would say this, but thank you George W. Bush!I appreciated McCain’s speech. It was very gracious and positive. Something that cannot be said for his supporters who boo’d during it.
I hope to completely forget about Sarah Palin in the very near future. I don’t ever want to think of her again. Unfortunately, I think she will pop back into the national spotlight in a few years. We must be vigilant!Until last night, I never said “my country”. Until last night I thought that hidden bigotry and racism might squash our chance for a better future. I have never been so happy to be wrong.
Yesterday was my third time voting in a presidential election and the first time that my candidate won.

