Wednesday, December 24, 2003

Holiday Shopping

So today, while shopping at Meijer, I was standing in an isle looking at tupperware because they had those cool little "Clearance" tags on the shelves.
While I was examining this tupperware and trying to figure out if it would fit in my flowered insulated lunch box, a mom with her four kids enter the isle. Naturally, I move my cart as close to the side as I could to allow her to pass. She decides that she's going to stand right behind me. I don't know if anyone knows how narrow the isles are at Meijer, but I'd say that they are only big enough for one cart... two side-by-side is pushing it. So I'm standing there trying to pick out this tupperware, and her kids are whining like none other. I don't understand why kids these days feel the need to talk. They should have their mouths stapled shut. At any rate, these whining brats start running into me, screaming, "Mommy, he touched me!" So to try to avoid this game of tag, I inch closer and closer to the tupperware shelf. Finally, I feel like I'm being arrested because I am completely against this wall of tupperware, not able to move at all from where I was standing because this stupid mother who hasn't realized the joys of a babysitter, has these stupid kids telling her that their tongue hurts. One lady looked down the isle and I tried to motion for help, but alas, in true holiday spirit, she ran away. And the mother didn't even say "Excuse me"

I recommend shopping on-line.


Oh, and my mom's purse was stolen from Wal-mart while she was checking out.


Tuesday, December 16, 2003

E-mails... what a strange communication device...

So yesterday I got an e-mail from my mom. It didn't say anything about the manic depressive cat or the ghost that we have living in our house and listening to my brother's stereo. However, it was on a topic that has been rather popular recently... my car.

As soon as my sister got home from visiting me, her car died, so now she is driving mine. I'm kinda scared. Not so much because of my sister, but more so because of the other people on the road. My sister is a very conservative driver, and I'm afraid that one of those old ladies in those stupid holiday sweaters will try to run her down while pulling into the Target parking lot in order to get $5 off the Hokie Pokie Elmo. Sheesh!

I think today's e-mail was better though. I'll leave you now with the best excerpt:

"Alas, all is not lost. ThereƂ’s another function called rrefmovie that actually steps through the Gaussian elimination process with you, informing you of when a swap has taken place. I know it sounds kinky, but the function allows you to be a row swapping voyeur."

Thursday, December 11, 2003


So while I was in class today, a friend of mine told me that he hadn't drank in 5 days. I thought this was a court order for him to start attending AA meetings after he thought that the police officer was his cat and tried to make him use the litter box. At any rate, that wasn't the case and my dear friend was giving up the intimate relationship to Jose for a sexier body for his police officer....er... cat... or something. This got me thinking about losing weight. Everyone has their opinions. Dr. Dead Adkins says not to eat carbs. The vegetarians (who are normally very thin) say not to eat meat. Weight Watchers says, starve yourself for a week and go out and have a sundae on Friday night. I don't know what the Zone says. But this is what the Pixie says...

Get drunk, work out, and then puke.

It seems to work for all those beauty queens.

I'd like to apologize and explain the last 2 posts...

I was learning how to put images into this thing, and I got a bit carried away. Here are my Christmas presents for this year:

The big blue one is from my Dad, the green one is from my Mom, and the little red one is from my brother. The yellow one off to the side is from Andrew. You may be asking, what's in each of these boxes... I don't know, they are CHRISTMAS presents, meaning I don't get to open them for quite some time. Keep your panties on!

I was asked, "Who is that hottie on your blog?" That hottie is Stat Boy from the highly viewed ESPN show "Pardon the Interruption." I'm going to have his stat babies.

Wednesday, December 10, 2003




My Newest Pumkin Boyfriend


I want to put pictures on here, but my boy says that I would have to learn how to code, so I'm sorry, but pictures won't be around for a very long time. I know, you're disappointed, but I know you'll get over it. I want a lot of stuff, but Andrew always says no. Eh, these things happen. FYI the Phi Delt chapter at ISU is having a "Buy a Phi" auction tomorrow... I think I should buy one to clean my room....

Monday, December 08, 2003

I'm new to this whole blogging thing, but Andrew says that I'd be good at it. But I don't know any programming stuff, so I can't make it really good, like his. According to some guy who lives somewhere... like Michagan or something, and drives a black Jetta, Andrew has the 2st most best blog. (visit it here) I don't know how he's rating that.... I don't think he went to Rose, so it's probably actually logical, and without a weird whatnot. At any rate, many would say, "You go to that nerd school, you should know how to program!" And to them I say, "I make DAMN good cheesecake!" And tonight I made homemade soup for lots of people, only my little says it's not real homemade, but fake homemade... to her I give a red raspberry!

Sunday, December 07, 2003

Welcome to Pixie Dust!