I just noticed that the bastards at Wendy's didn't give me back my $15 change the other day, which means I paid $20.37 for a Spicy Crispy Chicken Combo.
I also just noticed that my credit card company helped itself to an extra $100 of my money this month, by forgetting to credit me a $100 rewards certificate they said they would give me if I booked a plane fare on that card. The guy on the phone was like, "Woops, sorry. We'll get right on that!"
Then today I got a bill from Cox Cable telling me I hadn't paid last month's cable. I thought that I had, so I went back and checked the online bill pay records. It turns out that I inadvertantly paid the wrong biller. Comcast Cable in Sacramento happily took my $42 on an account that has been closed for two years. So I've been on the phone with them for like an hour seeing if they'd be so kind as to give me my money back.
Today's very expensive lesson: keep better tabs on my money.
So I had a trial set on Friday on this DUI guy I was looking to put in jail because of his prior record. Turns out he shot and killed his wife that morning. I can't help but wonder if the stress of trial had any influence on him.
I don't have time right now to post recent pics and the accompanying sordid tales. Here are just a few shots to highlight the last couple of really fun, crazy weeks:
The Moustache Party (Fri, 3/3/06) - Some kooky creative-types Brian knows had a party to showcase their new moustaches. Those that didn't plan ahead had to come up with an alternate plan. My Cousin's Quincenera (Sat, 3/11/06) - Dude, seriously, it's my cousin, so I can't be mean. All I can say is that I'm SO happy my parents didn't do this to me. James's Birthday Dinner (Tues, 3/14/06) - We ate at Fukuda. ("fukuda"... he he he). Good times. Hanging out in Dallas (Sat, 3/18/06) - After getting our butts kicked at the audition, we tried on cowboy hats, played with bull balls, and rocked Laotian Karaoke (as opposed to Korean Karaoke). Then we got trapped in our hotel by this crazy-ass flash-flood. (Sun, 3/19/06)
((cough cough)) My throat & ear and head hurt, so I stayed home from work today. I'll admit, it totally doesn't take much to get me to take a sick day, but I don't care. If I'm even remotely contagious, I'm doing them a favor by staying home, as far as I'm concerned. So there. :-P
So this is good because now I can catch up on all the pop culture stuff from the 70s 80s and 90s that I still don't know. I am running off to the video store across the street now to get some movies for today and for the long-ass plane ride to Dallas via Tulsa tomorrow (don't EVEN get me started on how stupid it is that Texas law only allows you to fly into Dallas from 4 other states). Any suggestions on what I HAVE TO get in order study for this pop culture challenge? Here's what's on my list so far:
Weird Science Animal House Seinfeld on DVD St. Elmo's Fire Ferris Bueller's Day Off Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure Valley Girl
So last week there was an administrative meeting between the court and the prosecutor's office. It was your run-of-the-mill waste-two-hours-listening-to-a-few-people-complain and wonder-why-you're-there kind of staff meeting. Luckily, I didn't have to go, so I didn't.
I did, however, get the scoop from the girls in my office that did go. Apparently, this crazy clerk was complaining about me - some garbarge about me blaming her for something - I honestly don't know what she was talking about. Either way, it irked me that she went to a meeting I wasn't even at and tried to call me out for something she should have talked to me about directly.
So this morning I see her two-faced self in the hall and she is CRAZY sweet to me. Not just nice. CRAZY nice. She's all: "Hey gorgeous!" ((smile smile)) "How you doin' today, hon?"
Then just now I got this email from her, with this subject heading:
"I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT MARRIAGE LIFE AGREES WITH YOU. YOU ARE LOOKING REALLY NICE TODAY."
This is what the body said:
"I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT MARRIAGE LIFE AGREES WITH YOU. YOU ARE LOOKING REALLY NICE TODAY. YOU ALWAYS LOOK NICE ANYWAYS.
I DON'T THINK I HAVE EVER SEEN YOU IN A DRESS BEFORE. BUT YOU DO LOOK GOOD IN A DRESS. :)"
So I have a new theory about people that write messages in all caps, and it involves them being crazy and bi-polar.
I am so stressed. We got the email early this morning giving us our audition appointment in Dallas next Saturday for the World Series of Pop Culture Trivia. So I've been online and on the phone trying to work out travel details all morning. We actually have to compete against other teams at the audition, so I have only one week to cram as much pop culture trivia into my brain as possible. Eek!
It doesn't help the we're driving to LA tonight and spending the whole weekend on family stuff. My cousin's quincenera (15th birthday shindig) is tomorrow and then Sunday is my nephew Tony's 6th birthday, so we're taking him to Disneyland. It's crazy stressful/unorganized.
It also isn't helpful that my friend's birthday is Tuesday and that my Japanese midterm is Wednesday.
I just remembered that the 2006 AirHockey Championships are in 2 weeks. I really want to go, but I haven't practiced at all, and it looks like I don't really have time to at this point. :-(
What a strange night. Tonight, a random group of us went to this fancy lawyer fundraiser at the Bellagio to schmooze with Senator Richard Bryan and to see this guy dressed like John Adams talk about the powers of the president. What a bunch of friggin' nerds. For some reason, I couldn't stop giggling the whole time we were there.
I think it was because we were totally blatantly crashing this very dignified event. Vanessa wanted to ask John Adams whether he thought Britney Spears and Kevin Federline would withstand the test of time. Shannon wanted to ask why he was against freedom. I was so relieved that neither actually did.
Anyway, here's us with Adams: We actually met a pretty nice young attorney there named Rebecca. She was oddly accepting of us and our juvenile behavior. After the lecture, we wandered around the convention center looking for other events to crash.
Here's us outside a uniform convention with a Star Wars theme.... They told us we couldn't go inside though, which sucked. And just made Vanessa want to go in even more. Thank goodness we were able to drag her out before she could get us 86'd.
Afterword we all had a nice meal at Peymon's Mediterranean Cafe. I think we're going to try and recruit that Rebecca girl into our cult. Err... I mean group.
I have two super-great guy friends who have recently had or are recently having birthdays and I need to get them gifts. I'd like the gifts to be thoughtful and cool. Right now, I'm thinking mix tapes and cookies, but I know I can do better than that. Anyone got any better ideas for amazing birthday boy gifts?
Today is going to be a long and stressful day. I have tons of messy trials this afternoon, followed immediately by a Japanese test on the different ways to count objects. (For those who don't know, the Japanese have a special set of numbers for long and flat objects, another set for long and slender objects, another for round objects, another for general objects, and so on and so forth. So yeah, it's retarded and this test is going to bite the big one.
My consolation prize is a night of decadent TV. America's Next Top Model Cycle 6 premieres tonight with a 2-hour episode. I like these girls, just based on a quick review of the web profiles:
Sara - She's my favorite cuz she's TALL (6'1"), she's from Davis, CA (Go Aggies!), she likes Law & Order, and her lips are hot.
Jade - I like her cuz her look is unique.
Leslie - Her smile is super cute.
As if that weren't enough to satify my appetitie for fashion and scandal, the finale of the best show ever - Project Runway is right after. I have never been so excited for a finale in all my life. I'm actually rooting for Santino, the resident a$^hole. I think he'll do the best job of standing out. Plus I think he's hilarious and just got a bad rap on the show.
Any predictions for tonight's fashion & cattiness extravaganza?
Awe yeahhhhhh..... The team has been officially assembled.
The players are: 1) My deliciously hot friend Jeanny (4'11") 2) My freakishly smart friend Jake (6'7"), and 3) Me (6'5")
We've sent in the online application for an audition appointment - now we just wait for verification and then we can book the plane tix and hotel for Dallas. YAY!
So they asked us to pick a team name - we chose The Pop Tarts, which isn't really all that original, I'll admit. But we literally went over dozens of other potential team names that were either way too nerdy or too pervy for mainstream tv. (I was personally a big fan of: "It'll hurt if I swallow," "The Va-J-Jakes," and "The Pop Smears," but the rest of the team said no. :-( ) We're still open to suggestions if anyone has anything better - or, rather, more mature.
All this time... I knew this knowledge wasn't just wasting space in my head.
Ok, so VH1 is casting a show right now called The World Series of Pop Culture. They're looking for 16 three-person teams to compete for I don't know what. I don't really care though. All I know is that I NEED TEAMMATES!! Leslie, Vanessa, Jeanny, I'm talking to you! - plus anyone else who considers US Weekly their Bible.
Anyone interested in auditioning with me in Dallas March 18th/19th or in Atlanta March 25th/26th, CALL ME OR EMAIL ME RIGHT NOW SO I CAN RESERVE AN AUDITION APPOINTMENT!!
Ever since last week, I haven't been able to stop thinking of albums I used to have in high school that I really really wanted to listen to NOW. So I went nuts at the music store today. I'm really lucky they didn't have 30% of the albums I was looking for, cuz then I would have bought them too. Here's what I left w/ this time:
In my defense, one of the Hole albums was only $0.99, and all the others were used... except for NOFX. In fact, I was a little disappointed with the punk selection at Zia. My theory is that all the little punk kids must come daily and raid the place of all the used Pennywise and Minor Threat CDs, cuz there were hardly any left.
Here are pics from last weekend... Poker at Brad and Vanessa's on Friday and then Pampered Chef on Saturday. There aren't really that many, and they don't really tell a story or anything, but there are some pretty funny self-portraits of Shannon. (Sorry hon, it was for the greater good.)
Poker's not really my bag. The Pampered Chef party was a little chaotic cuz SOMEBODY wouldn't stop making dildo-party references and giggling while the demonstration was going on (RANDI & SHANNON!!). But I got my highly coveted garlic press, so it was cool.
I am so ridiculously uninspired... But I feel obligated to post anyway, so here's a little ditty:
Last night we went over to Brad and Vanessa's for our weekly Lost-viewing party.
Brad and V always yell "Come in!" when we get to the door, and we usually just let ourselves in. Last night, my poor deaf husband thought he heard them give the ok, so he opened the door and we walked in. All of a sudden, Vanessa comes out naked (or.. half naked? It was really a flash of flesh cuz she ran so fast), hides behind Brad, then runs upstairs. Uhhhhh... sorry 'bout that, there, walking in on your living-room-sex or whatever, guys. :-|
A few minutes later I clogged their toilet.
I wanted to make it three for three and burn popcorn in their microwave, but I was foiled by the "popcorn" button on the microwave. Oh well.
I'll have to think of more fun and exciting ways to play "Not My House" at Brad and V's.