Month: June 2005

You ever come across one of those people that just fights to fight? Who’s young and doesn’t really have a clue about life yet? You really should be kind to them. Try and help them to think more openly and see the world without the rose colored glasses on.

Or in my case get immense pleasure out of poking them repeatedly. It’s bad, I know. It beneath me, I understand. But it’s still fun nonetheless. And Cassisy’s not around so who else am I supposed to torment?!

*I understand that only Kristen and Julie are going to get this.

Cassidy and I both love Exploding Dog. This is one of her favorite images. She left for her dad’s today and I needed ‘busy work’ so here ya’ have it. We’ll be seeing her in two weeks for a wedding/trip to my dads/Disneyland for nine days. I wonder if I’ll have the entire site coded to match the new layout by then…

Yes, I know it’s very, very, very, almost blindingly colorful. Cassidy likes it so deal. HA! 😉

We ate at Fuddruckers tonight at Cassidy’s request. The restaurant is located in an extremely busy shopping center in Union City. EVERY time we go there we drive around for at LEAST 15 minutes looking for a place to park.

After driving around for 15 minutes tonight in the GTI (thank every diety we were not in the M3 or Ben would probably have killed somebody) we parked in an Extended Stay’s parking lot. There were the standard Private Property signs there. After 15 minutes I told Ben to just PARK THERE even though he pointed the sign out to me. I really should have kept my mouth closed because when we left the car was gone and had been towed.

Our receipt at Fuddruckers time stamp is 8:45PM. The tow company reciept states they picked the car up at 9:03PM. We drove straight to the tow yard to pick it up and after paying the $265 fee were walking out the door to the car to drive home at 10:04PM.

Of course as soon as I get home I’m online to see how I can fight this. My first thought is to call the City and bitch. The parking there sucks major ass and I’m sure as hell complaining to SOMEBODY about the $265. I find out within 5 mintues that the owner of any private property is required by CA DMV Section 10851 CVC (Taking a Vehicle Without Owner’s Consent) to wait at least one hour before a car can be lawfully towed… not 18 minutes BITCH!

I’ll be contacting a lawyer first thing Monday morning to get my money back and hopefully some compensation for having to find a ride to the lot and the distress this has caused me. 😀

Somebody just burnt popcorn in the breakroom. The microwave has a button on it that says: POPCORN. This button cooks the popcorn perfectly every time. Never overdone, never underdone. But there’s always that ONE idiot that doesn’t seem to believe in the POPCORN button that stinks the enitre floor to high hell.

Women! *rolls eyes*

We decided to play some City of Heroes after the Princess went to bed and as Ben was getting up off the couch the annoying, loud, ear bleeding sound from the Emergency Boradcast System came on the TV. I was about to yell at Ben to mute it when he said, “Tsunami Warning?!”

Crazy. They said it was not confirmed and that it was just a precaution. But still, crazy. I can only imagine all the freaked out people in the Bay and it made me think if there really WAS a Tsunami and everybody tried to leave San Francisco all at one time and in the 30 minutes warning we had tonight… well, it would not be a successful evacuation attempt. At all. Hopefully they’d know to just get to higher ground within the city. But judging by the way the people in the city drive, not gonna happen either.

Sharkboy & Lavagirl. If anybody tires to convince you to go see it, knock them out and run away as fast as possible. There were a few times that Marie and I looked at eachother and were actually in PHYSICAL PAIN it was so bad.

Bad 3D effects, bad plot, horrible acting, bad special effects, bad casting… bad, bad, BAD.

I’ve decided to start using Flickr. I’m not sure if I’m going to completely get rid of the 4images gallery alltogether but Flickr is just too cool NOT to play with!

I’m trying to decide which preview function I like better (what do you think) and then will do away with the V551 section in the menubar. Hell, maybe I’ll even revamp the layout!! 🙂 I’ll have to a little anyway to get all this cool new stuff to fit correctly.

*must resist urge to revamp layout*

I talked Cameron into playing Life with Cassidy and myself last night. I figured that between the two of us the big people could pull out a victory for sure. Boy oh boy was I wrong. I’ve decieded there shall be no more Life playing in the house until further notice. Meaning: Not till I’m off my period.

In a few minutes Marie and Alexis are picking us up. We are having a Girls Night. Eating at a place that Marie likes and she’s not picked a bad one yet. She said something about picking out food and then cooking it yourself at your table. Sounds interesting. When pregnant people make the restaurant decision you just nod and go along… 😉 After that is Sharkboy & Lavagirl. I keep calling it Nerdboy and Salivagirl, Rockboy & Slimegirl, Boogerboy & Wetgirl, etc. It’s amazing how much this irritates Cassidy and maybe if she’d let me WIN A GAME OF LIFE I’D STOP!!

That’s right folks, I’m the adult.

I made Cassidy play Operation tonight instead of Life which is what she wanted to play. Because I was relatively sure that I could beat her since Operation is 99.8% hand eye coordination.

I won. If you ever need a rubber band stretched from your knee to your ankle, call me. If you want to grow old with over $2,000,000 in your retirement fund, call Cassidy.

Cassidy just schooled me at the Game Of Life. I’d lie and say it was close but it would be a lie. She really just… schooled me. And she didn’t even go to college. She just JUMPED into a career!! AND she made me trade my Salary card. I had $100,000 per payday and she had $70,000 and she ACTUALLY TOOK MINE THE FIRST CHANCE SHE GOT! But of course I never landed on the “Switch Salary if You Want to Spot”. And she had the “4” Stock card. I had the “7”. After she bought it I spun a 4 SIX TIMES. Guess how many times she spun the 7. NEVER!

Schooled by a six year old at the game of life. *shakes head* Next time I’m so cheating.