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Monday, September 29, 2003
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Oh My God.
Kelly, you are the BIGGEST freak ever - and that is why I love you so. Praise the Lord and sang it to da choir for you posting in your blog again, because I just don't know what I laughed at before your blog...
Well.
Maybe I laughed quite a bit at Rusty being Phonically Challenged.
or snickered (followed by an "Awwww!") everytime I saw Apolo get nervous during interviews, and answer the question doing that half-smile, half sucking in the whole room through his clinched teeth little move.
and I know I've giggled my heart's content at Neil always having to have his title be, Neil "I'm-two-of-something" Clark"....
but that's not the point.
I've been hysterically, scrape-me-off-the-floor, busting a gut laughing at this graphic animation genius for the past, oh, 20 minutes.
*phew* some people's creativity and sense of humor should be licenced, serial numbered, and come with a safety warning.
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Saturday, September 27, 2003
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I was happy to make good use of my Saturday and knock a few To Do's off my list.
1. Meet with Crystal at Choice Casuals in the Arden Fair Mall to get fitted for my bridesmaid dress. I wish I had a picture of the dress, it's simply beautiful with an empire waist, and a gathered train in the back. The 2 colors she'll have in the wedding are sage green and a chiffon yellow. The fitting went well, and the dress fit like a glove (my dress is the yellow). And I was so excited that I fit into 2 sizes smaller than normal!
2. Finalized all the hotel reservations for Marquette, which makes me mucho happy. Now I just have to have a game plan as to how I'm going to fit all my eletronic, webmaster crap into 2 pieces of luggage *sigh*
3. Finished the design for the US Short Track badges (See preview here), and will print them out and send them next week.
The most important thing that needed to be done today was finishing one of my comissioned art projects. I hate it when I get so busy, that I can't sit down to do the things I love. I haven't been sketching for weeks now, and it's not good for the soul.
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Friday, September 26, 2003
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Kelly, I see your banner, and I raise you.
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Seeing Stars
I ran to Wal*Mart after work today to grab some office supply stuff, and who do you think was standing two rows beside me?
Gerald Wallace of the Sacramento Kings, just chillin'...buying some Tide detergent, a massive snickers bar, and what looked like those exercise balls - I could be wrong.
I let out a playful giggle, not only because he's so tall that he can't help but stand out, but he's a cutie! ;) This is like the second time I've seen him at the Natomas Marketplace here in Northern Sac. Last sighting was at the Jamba Juice at about 9pm.
Gerald made out with a quiet exit, walking with a friend back to his car, which by the way was the ONLY Mercedes in the parking lot, LOL.
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Divide and Conquer
ah HA.
I know some of you were thinking that the WonderBlog would be a cyber sick-ward.
Complete with myself stumbling, slurring, sloppily typing my way through the hacks and wheezes while giggling with the false delight that only a SUPER expensive brand of cold medicine (or sniffing dry-erase markers) can bring.
But lo and behold, I whipped out my dusty, rusting can o' whoop ass for just such an occasion, and I beat this cold before it hit it's peak. You must understand, I take great pride in this. I've been known for having such a weak immune system, yet all the exercise has really made a difference. I mean, you try typing 70 wpm for 3 hours...you'll break a sweat, too!
Right now, I'm just basking in the anticipation of the weekend, downing my 5,234th bottle of Crystal Geyser Lime Sparkling Mineral Water, and slipping into a sweet sea listening to a song called Blue and Yellow by The Used. Lord knows I've underestimated this band...these little punks are pure genius.
*sigh* and with that, I'll take cloud 369 all the way to October...
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Tuesday, September 23, 2003
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It's the little things...
Yes, it's the little things in life. Those little things like children that wash there hands before they proceed to run their grimmy, tiny fingers all over you.
Or, possibly, feeling the need to locate the nearest tissue before they proceed to yank your $38 thin knit sweater with their freshly booger-infested grip.
I'm beginning to notice how my co-workers look at me as a woman slowly giving way to hypocondriac tendencies, washing my hands like it's going out of style. And even still, I've managed to catch something. That mysterious knot in your throat that forces you, the glowing professional that you are, to talk with parents & teachers in a haggard voice that would make a donkey cringe.
I woke up yesterday, and my voice was nearly gone. Some may be rejoicing at such news, but being able to talk without simulating fingernails on a chalkboard is a major part of my job. I went as far as to bring my kids in for circle time, turned out the light, got them quiet, and read our daily material in a playful "Miss-April-sounds-like-a-donkey so-just-play-along" type of whisper. Kids are great because not only did they think it fun and something new, I actually had to tell a few of them, "Ok guys, it's....not whisper time anymore".
First, it was just me trying not to bludgeon my own body from annoying myself with my own voice, and the minute I got home it all hit me and to Wal*Mart I flew for cold medicine. The bastard container said "Non-Drowsy", but how the hell do you explain this sudden overwhelming sense of what it must feel like to be a bowl of jello pudding. At this rate, they're not even going to let me into the preschool tomorrow, assuming that I had a moment with a bottle of pasting glue the day before. Blahhh...
All I know is that I CANNOT get sick. I feel better than I did this morning, I'm bound and determined to kick this early. October is WAY too important a month for me to deal with the fear of my head being blown clean off my shoulders, rolling down the street as result of "that fatal sneeze". Germs. The gift that keeps on giving.
Tomorrow is Wednesday. Then Thursday. And finally, my love, my dear Friday will be here.
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Sunday, September 21, 2003
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Pirates of the WonderBlog: The Curse of the %&#@* Server
Well, I came home to find that my site[s] are back in running order. So let's just go on our merry way pretending like nothing ever happened, ok? Ok.
I can't see why I'm still awake.
what a night.
I just got back from the 2003 Black Tie Ball, in Auburn, CA hosted by 101.1 and Y92.5. The event was dancing, a bunch of bands, food, and PLENTY of oddly dressed individuals. Kind of like a Mardi Graw, of course without all the flashing.
My friends and I danced the night away to the 80's cover band "Tainted Love" (which kicked some major ass, by the way) and also had the pleasure of meeting Paul and Phil from the Morning Show on Y92. Really sweet guys, I grew up listening to them on the radio, so what a trip it was to chat it up with them.
Lesson Learned: Never drink margaritas on an empty stomach. My head's been swimmy all night.
Alliiiiiight, as soon as I stop seeing double, I'll successfully locate my bed...and lay in it.
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Sunday, September 14, 2003
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And this is the best you get...for a Sunday night anyway.
More Troops needed to force J.Lo to marry Ben
"While Congress was expected to grant Mr. Wolfowitz’s funding request, Senator Edward Kennedy (D-Mass.), an outspoken opponent of the J. Lo-Affleck wedding, grilled the Deputy Defense Secretary over his earlier, rosy predictions.
“You sat here last March and told us that J. Lo would marry Ben in September,” Sen. Kennedy pointedly reminded Mr. Wolfowitz. “What happened?”
“’Gigli’ happened,” Mr. Wolfowitz replied."
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Friday, September 12, 2003
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The Friday Five
1. Is the name you have now the same name that's on your birth certificate? If not, what's changed?
Yep, April Michele Shirshac to this day.
2. If you could change your name (first, middle and/or last), what would it be?
Ha, this brings back funny memories of me always telling my mother I wanted a different name. I always loved the name Joanna (waves HI to Jo-izy lol), but I think as I got older I learned to appreciate my name more.
3. Why were you named what you were? (Is there a story behind it? Who specifically was responsible for naming you?)
My mother tells me that she had a dream in High School that she had a baby named "April", and when her and my father started dating, on April 1st, that pretty much clinched it.
4. Are there any names you really hate or love? What are they and why?
I've never liked the name Zoey, because it just sounds like an insect or something. Or when parents name their sons or daughters Taylor or Traylor. Bleach.
5. Is the analysis of your name at kabalarians.com accurate? How or how isn't it?
So accurate, it's scary. But I think that the Ambition and Procastination issues have improved as I've gotten older.
Your name of April gives you the ability to be creative along practical lines of endeavour. Your ideas can be very original and inventive. You enjoy being with people in a social environment. Your personal appearance is important to you, for you desire to make a good impression on others. Your pleasant manner attracts people to you with their problems and you are capable of offering practical advice, though you would probably not follow such advice yourself. This name causes you to be somewhat too concerned with the personalities, problems, and activities of other people. You seem positive and decisive and can be outspoken in the expression of your opinions, but you lack the self-confidence needed to follow through with your ideas and plans. Procrastination is your downfall. You frequently choose the path of least resistance to avoid your responsibilities. It is not easy for you to overcome obstacles or face issues. This name does you an injustice in that it restricts your success in business and personal pursuits through a lack of ambition.
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Thursday, September 11, 2003
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A Week Rundown
I know, it's not friday, but I'm in the mood to ramble.
1. Work is interesting, much less shocking. We have kids that sing to themselves in the bathroom, pick their noses and insist that it be viewed by a teacher, and one boy grabs himself more than Michael Jackson doing a stage performance during the Thiller era.
2. I've been playing housemaid, trying to finish unfinished art projects, and I just got a call last week for another commissioned piece. Lord Knows I need the money.
3. My mother's sister shows up out of the blue, homeless and probably recovering from her last drug binge. So yeah, that's a hoot.
4. Everyone at the school gathered around the flagpole (half massed) in the center of the playground, said the pledge, sang "My Country's Flag", and had a moment of silence for 9/11. I cried. again. Just remembering the feeling of panic I had when I came to work exactly 2 years ago today, it wakes you up to know that we need reminders of how breakable this fragile thing called life really is.
All this, and I'm having Apolo/Short Track withdrawals so bad I have the shakes. My only salvation? I think I may head to Starbucks with my laptop, get the biggest damn caramel frappacino I can find, and possibly breathe while counting backwards from 1,000.
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Monday, September 08, 2003
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Preschool Wars : Monday Strikes Back
It never fails to amaze me that no matter how long I work with the preschoolers during the day, I always hobble in the door feeling as though I've been broad-sided by a delivery truck. My job is no walk through Central Park, that's for sure. I do believe I've taken at least 5 liters of elmer's glue out of my hair and from under my nails today.
The hardest part about getting through the work weeks is having one thing on the brain: Short Track. I'm so preoccupied with the trip to Marquette, I'm having dreams of being chased by media credential badges, almost running traffic lights because of daydreams involving the debate "Wonder what Skinsuit Apolo will be wearing?", and the worst of all...going to the Roseville Ice Arena to stop the cravings.
It's that gut-wrenching time when MQT is so far, but yet so close.
This is going to be a long week.
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Thursday, September 04, 2003
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Political WonderBlurb
Ahh, nothin' beats a nice tall glass of Absolut Mess.
Social WonderBlurb
I guess the Santa Monica, CA panhandlers are starting to realize 'Honesty is the best policy'. Yo ass still ain't gettin' anything, but mad props none the less.
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Monday, September 01, 2003
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The Letter
Dear Internet Hackers, Virus creators, and all the others at the bottom of the food chain -
I ask that you kindly take your evil codes, your idle time, what little of a life you have, and get the hell off the web.
Or better yet, fly to Iraq and strap yourself to a nice weapon of mass destruction. I'd like to see you mass email that shit.
Computer-less in California,
April
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Name: April