Mike Dargatz quote of the day:
"Dude, it's like you're either hot ... or you're cold."
-In reference to the weather. Spoken summer of 2003.
Friday, March 18, 2005
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Clock Tower
Today I did something fun at work. The Old Courthouse Museum has a tall clock tower. The path up the clock tower is pretty rickety and involves walking on a roof with holes in it so for insurance purposes the public generally can't go up it. Today, as a staff member, however, I got a tour of the clock tower!
First stop was the little shack that houses the clock mechanism on the same level as the clock faces. It was a strange view to be behind the faces of the clock. We (Adam, Alyssa, Aaron and myself) then went to the lookout above. The view was great. You could see so much of the city. One thing I saw was my car below in the wrong parking lot with a bright orange ticket on the windshield (I forgot to move it at lunch). Parking ticket aside, it was still a neat experience.
Side notes: 1) Sarah sent me an email with a French laugh in it (hawn, hawn, hawn!) I was hawn, hawn, hawning when I read it. 2) After work I went to the Pizza Ranch in Brandon with Amanda, Dawn and Kellie and laughed my ass off. Good times.
First stop was the little shack that houses the clock mechanism on the same level as the clock faces. It was a strange view to be behind the faces of the clock. We (Adam, Alyssa, Aaron and myself) then went to the lookout above. The view was great. You could see so much of the city. One thing I saw was my car below in the wrong parking lot with a bright orange ticket on the windshield (I forgot to move it at lunch). Parking ticket aside, it was still a neat experience.
Side notes: 1) Sarah sent me an email with a French laugh in it (hawn, hawn, hawn!) I was hawn, hawn, hawning when I read it. 2) After work I went to the Pizza Ranch in Brandon with Amanda, Dawn and Kellie and laughed my ass off. Good times.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
It's About Time!!!
Yeah, I knew I wouldn't be very good at this blog stuff because I have generally always been bad at keeping up with journals and diaries (except for my Oprah gratitude journal, that has really opened up my life in ways I never expected ... just kidding). Four (actually five, but I don't feel comfortable writing about the fifth one) interesting things have happened to me recently so I'll elucidate on those. Read on for continued excitement.
Story 1
Last Friday I got this call at work from an old lady who said she lived in North Dakota in a 27 room mansion decorated in the Victorian style. She said I had a nice phone voice and wanted to send a commendation on my behalf to my boss. I thought that was nice of her and she kept chatting with me so I kept talking to her. Then it got weird. She asked me what kind of furniture she had in her house. I told her, "if you live in a Victorian decorated house you probably have Victorian era furniture." She agreed, but wanted to know specifically what kind of furniture she had. I told her that I didn't live with her so I would not know specifically what kind of furniture she had. But she just kept asking me to describe it. Then she wanted to know what kinds of clothes she wears and what kinds of clothing I would wear if I lived with her. I had to go through every piece including stockings, gloves, corset, petticoats, pinafore and hat. I had to pretend I was 10 years old and call this lady "matron" every time I addressed her (although it sounded more like a man pretending to be an old lady). The she said I would have to be very submissive the whole time and if I got a spot on my dress I would have to apologize to her before I cleaned it off. When she started to tell me she would need to inspect my clothing to make sure I was wearing everything I knew it was time to end this 30-minute call. What kind of a psycho invents a world like that and makes random people play along?
Yesterday (Wednesday) she called back. The first time I told her I wasn't able to have a lengthy conversation with her again, but if she would like some information on Victorian era clothing I could send her some if I could just get her name and address. The name she gave me was different than the week before and this time she lived on Flotilla Lane in Santa Maria, CA (but she didn't know the zip code - who doesn't know their zip code?). After she hung up I looked up Flotilla Lane in Santa Maria. Yep, there is no Flotilla Lane. Totally bogus.
She called back five minutes later asking if I knew of any other museums in Sioux Falls. I probably shouldn't have, but I gave her the name of another museum just to get her off my back. Ten minutes later she called back again. This time she cut the act and I could tell it was really a man and not a woman. He said he was sorry for all the phone calls and promised it wouldn't happen again - he just had a "lapse in consciousness." I told him that I worked for the county and the Sheriff's Department could track our phone calls so he better not call back. He apologized again and hopefully I will never hear from him again. There are some messed up people out there.
Story 2
Last Friday (the same Friday as the first freaky phone call) I drove 25 miles to the Parker Steakhouse to have supper with the Schrag Family at 6 pm. I got there a bit late at about 6:07 becuase of the bad "rush hour" traffic in Sioux Falls. I thought for sure everyone would be waiting, but no Schrags were to be found. I asked the hostess if there was a Schrag reservation for Friday and she said there was. So I waited. And I waited. And I waited. Finally, at 6:35 I asked another hostess if there was a Schrag reservation at 6 pm on Friday. She said there was a reservation for Saturday at 6 pm. Okay, so I drove all the way out to Parker and waited for half an hour only to find out the meal was the next night. Sigh ...... Apparently, my mother misinformed me about the date (she was misinformed herself). Oh well. I went back on Saturday and it was a lot of fun.
Story 3
On Sunday night I went to a Papa Roach concert at a motel with Rob, Jasmine and Amanda D. I had never been to a hard rock / metal concert so that was an interesting experience with all the moshing, floating and getting shoved around. These guys I was standing next to kept asking me if I wanted to float. I saw other girls get groped and lose their shoes or other particles of clothing so I declined. Especially since I was wearing band-aids on my pyramids, if you know what I mean (wink, wink).
The concert was pretty good. For some reason I always thought Papa Roach was British. They're not. I'm such a dork. I think they hail from California. They sang "Last Resort" which is a song I often excercise to so that was pretty cool. They also did some new singles that are on the radio right now: "Getting Away with Murder" and "Scars" were ones I recognized. Other than that I didn't know the songs and could not understand many of the lyrics, but it was still fun.
Story 4
Gimbel inspired Kellie and me to get our eyebrows waxed. I was nervous because it's another nail in the coffin of vanity, but I have to try to keep up with all those pretty girls out there if I every want to get anywhere in this cruel, cruel world. Gimme some props, yo. Help me justify this.
I told Audra, my eyebrow stylist, not to take too much off. If it looked too drastic everyone would ask me about it and I need my eyebrows to keep sweat out of my eyes. Audra did a nice job. It looks pretty good and if any of you past modmates out there are reading this you can check it out at Easter.
Well, this blog is clearly too long. Maybe if I would update it every couple of days like I'm supposed to I wouldn't have this problem. You'd think I'd learn my lesson. Nope. God bless procrastinators.
Story 1
Last Friday I got this call at work from an old lady who said she lived in North Dakota in a 27 room mansion decorated in the Victorian style. She said I had a nice phone voice and wanted to send a commendation on my behalf to my boss. I thought that was nice of her and she kept chatting with me so I kept talking to her. Then it got weird. She asked me what kind of furniture she had in her house. I told her, "if you live in a Victorian decorated house you probably have Victorian era furniture." She agreed, but wanted to know specifically what kind of furniture she had. I told her that I didn't live with her so I would not know specifically what kind of furniture she had. But she just kept asking me to describe it. Then she wanted to know what kinds of clothes she wears and what kinds of clothing I would wear if I lived with her. I had to go through every piece including stockings, gloves, corset, petticoats, pinafore and hat. I had to pretend I was 10 years old and call this lady "matron" every time I addressed her (although it sounded more like a man pretending to be an old lady). The she said I would have to be very submissive the whole time and if I got a spot on my dress I would have to apologize to her before I cleaned it off. When she started to tell me she would need to inspect my clothing to make sure I was wearing everything I knew it was time to end this 30-minute call. What kind of a psycho invents a world like that and makes random people play along?
Yesterday (Wednesday) she called back. The first time I told her I wasn't able to have a lengthy conversation with her again, but if she would like some information on Victorian era clothing I could send her some if I could just get her name and address. The name she gave me was different than the week before and this time she lived on Flotilla Lane in Santa Maria, CA (but she didn't know the zip code - who doesn't know their zip code?). After she hung up I looked up Flotilla Lane in Santa Maria. Yep, there is no Flotilla Lane. Totally bogus.
She called back five minutes later asking if I knew of any other museums in Sioux Falls. I probably shouldn't have, but I gave her the name of another museum just to get her off my back. Ten minutes later she called back again. This time she cut the act and I could tell it was really a man and not a woman. He said he was sorry for all the phone calls and promised it wouldn't happen again - he just had a "lapse in consciousness." I told him that I worked for the county and the Sheriff's Department could track our phone calls so he better not call back. He apologized again and hopefully I will never hear from him again. There are some messed up people out there.
Story 2
Last Friday (the same Friday as the first freaky phone call) I drove 25 miles to the Parker Steakhouse to have supper with the Schrag Family at 6 pm. I got there a bit late at about 6:07 becuase of the bad "rush hour" traffic in Sioux Falls. I thought for sure everyone would be waiting, but no Schrags were to be found. I asked the hostess if there was a Schrag reservation for Friday and she said there was. So I waited. And I waited. And I waited. Finally, at 6:35 I asked another hostess if there was a Schrag reservation at 6 pm on Friday. She said there was a reservation for Saturday at 6 pm. Okay, so I drove all the way out to Parker and waited for half an hour only to find out the meal was the next night. Sigh ...... Apparently, my mother misinformed me about the date (she was misinformed herself). Oh well. I went back on Saturday and it was a lot of fun.
Story 3
On Sunday night I went to a Papa Roach concert at a motel with Rob, Jasmine and Amanda D. I had never been to a hard rock / metal concert so that was an interesting experience with all the moshing, floating and getting shoved around. These guys I was standing next to kept asking me if I wanted to float. I saw other girls get groped and lose their shoes or other particles of clothing so I declined. Especially since I was wearing band-aids on my pyramids, if you know what I mean (wink, wink).
The concert was pretty good. For some reason I always thought Papa Roach was British. They're not. I'm such a dork. I think they hail from California. They sang "Last Resort" which is a song I often excercise to so that was pretty cool. They also did some new singles that are on the radio right now: "Getting Away with Murder" and "Scars" were ones I recognized. Other than that I didn't know the songs and could not understand many of the lyrics, but it was still fun.
Story 4
Gimbel inspired Kellie and me to get our eyebrows waxed. I was nervous because it's another nail in the coffin of vanity, but I have to try to keep up with all those pretty girls out there if I every want to get anywhere in this cruel, cruel world. Gimme some props, yo. Help me justify this.
I told Audra, my eyebrow stylist, not to take too much off. If it looked too drastic everyone would ask me about it and I need my eyebrows to keep sweat out of my eyes. Audra did a nice job. It looks pretty good and if any of you past modmates out there are reading this you can check it out at Easter.
Well, this blog is clearly too long. Maybe if I would update it every couple of days like I'm supposed to I wouldn't have this problem. You'd think I'd learn my lesson. Nope. God bless procrastinators.
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