I got new carpeting installed in my apartment on Friday. It was a huge headache, but WAY worth it! It is so much nicer now. It makes a huge difference in the quality of the apartment.
The carpet layer guy thought it was so funny that I work in research and I have a pet guinea pig. He was just laughing and laughing abot that. Then he told his nephew about it, and the nephew thought it was hilarious as well.
My Nala is not a research rat. She’s my friend, and she will not be sacrificed for the sake of science. The other thing I don’t get is that whenever I show Nala to anyone who comes over, they always say… “she’s so big!” I don’t think she’s that big. She seems normal sized for a guinea pig. I think people are just expecting the guinea pig to look like a mouse or a gerbil. It’s not like she can get out of her cage and escape or anything. She’s just cute and chatty and cuddly and fun.
I guess technically I had the guinea pig before I had the research job.
I just finished reading this book… “He’s Just Not That Into You” at the suggestion of a coworker and choir director. I’m not the kind of woman who really needed to read the book, I mostly read it for the comedic aspects, but the male author (Greg Behrendt) makes some really good points.
One that I thought was particularly good was “He’s just not that into you if he’s not asking you out.” Basically, a guy should ask a girl out. Apparantly guys like it that way. It’s like the thrill of the fight. “If he likes you, he’ll do the asking.” I’ve always thought that in my head, and I have always refused to ask guys out (maybe for fear of rejection, or fear that he’s just not that into me). Now I know I’ve been doing the right thing.
Also, he’s just not into you if he’s not calling you… “With the advent of cell phones and spped dialing it is almost impossibe NOT to call you. Sometimes I call people from my pants pocket when I don’t even mean to… If I were into you, you would be the bright spot in my horribly busy day. Which would be a day that I would never be too busy to call you” (p.23).
Greg is also good at reminding us women how pretty we are and how much we deserve a guy who treats us like royalty. “You are good enough to be asked out.” It’s good to be good enough.
“There’s a guy out there who wants to marry you.” There better be!
And even… “You already have one asshole. You don’t need another.”
Ladies, if you are having trouble getting over a guy, this book is a good one to read. Plus it’s really funny to joke with your friends about it.
Let’s freeze October (but not literally because I hate the cold) and make time stand still.
In addition to being a totally cool month, this October is also a month of concert going. I’ve seen Live, Amy Ray and the Volunteers (with Capital B… whose performance can be summed up in 2 words: pussy manifesto), and Anna Nalick. I also saw Hair and Tick Tick Boom (musicals). Next week I’ve got tickets for Dar Williams.
Anna Nalick was awesome, my favorite so far. It was a good idea to buy her CD before the show (I enjoy the CD very much by the way). She is pretty much hilarious. I can’t remember a performer cracking me up quite like that with their stories (though Todd Snider tells some good ones on his CD… like the one about Trog). Anyway, Anna Nalick was really funny, and though her math skills aren’t the greatest (since when is 1/3 greater than 1/2?), she makes up for it with her singing and writing talent and overall stage presence. If she wants to marry my brother, that would be totally ok with me.
It’s October 13, a good day to talk about scary movies.
I’m pretty sure the scariest movie I have ever seen is “Saw.” My brother made me watch it… He was like, “I can’t wait to watch this movie with you! It’s so good! You have to see it with me. When are you coming over so we can watch ‘Saw’?” I considered all this, and after weeks of persuasion, I gave in and came over. He neglected to properly inform me that it would make my skin crawl, give me nightmares, horrify me, and generally freak me out.
In truth, “Saw” is an really good movie. It’s extremely impressive and sadistically enjoyable. Though I didn’t care for the experience of being frightened out of my mind, I highly recommend it if you can handle an intelligent thriller movie. Lucky me had Riley to hold onto while we watched the DVD. Being a dog, Riley wasn’t scared of the movie at all.
I went to the movies last week and saw that they are coming out with a sequel to “Saw”… Sickly, I am interested in going to it, but I’m not sure how well I can handle it. I also would definitely see the first one again. It was really good and it can’t be as scary the second time. Right?
Maybe the Blair Witch really is real.
So, my brother loves the St. Louis Blues. He even shares some season tickets, in the affordable back row, with his best friend. One of the things he looks for in a woman is… “must love hockey.” So you get the idea. Anyway, he saw a link on the Internet that said, “wanna meet Blues fans?” And he was like, “yes, I wanna meet Blues fans!” So he clicks on the link and starts typing in this information so he can meet Blues fans. But after a while he realizes that it is just a plain old Internet dating service and has nothing special to do with the Blues at all. He has already typed in that his “fettish” is “abstinence” because he doesn’t want to meet some weird women who have the wrong idea about him.
So after completing his profile he thinks about it and decides, “well, since I’ve written all this, maybe I should just go ahead and register on a Catholic dating website,” so he writes up a profile registering on a site that is more up his alley. He deletes the first profile. So then he gets this email from the Catholic website which includes a short list of his perfect matches. Guess who was number 2 on the list?
Me. Perhaps he should have specified that he’s not interested in dating someone with the same last name. Well, at this point he is beside himself, and thinks, “what the heck, I’ll just check out her profile.” (Maybe she’s a pretty cool woman.)
So later I get an email that says a guy has browsed my profile. He has the same first name as my brother and he’s from the same town that I’m from. He’s 5’11” with brown hair and hazel eyes and a slender build, and I think this must be my brother. I am right. Fortunately, I don’t quite meet his “must love hockey” criteria.
Q: How many counselors does it take to screw in a lighbulb?
A: Just one. The lightbulb has to “want” to change.
I can never think of any good clean jokes at the opportune moment when people are telling some. Please share your favorites by posting a comment, and, as a counselor, I will listen and laugh.