Memoirs of a Redhead

2006-05-30T08:44:00.000-07:00

Yes, this just further proves that I apparently exclusively date psychos. After riding a roller coaster of mixed emotions, I decided that it's best to just laugh at it, while quietly thinking in the back of my head, "My God. Why me?"

Let me explain.

I was leaving work today. It's 10 p.m. I am walking to my car, as I am getting closer I see something on my car, under the windshield. I sort of get excited thinking, "Oh my!! Someone left something for me! I have a secret admirer!" Silly me. I apparently am not worthy of a sane, nice, educated, employed good guy. So, I get closer and one of the guys I work with is like, "It looks burnt."

"It" was my ex-boyfriends photo album. You know the one with pictures of "us." He left it on my car. What really kind of irked me is that he put it under the windshield wiper. Bud, it's a new car, don't jack it up already!

Now, I am not exactly sure what he did to it. That would involve actually calling him, which one I cannot do and two I will not do. My friend, Cort inspected it with me. The conclusion we came to is that there must have been a multi angle attack on the album. We believe that there was a combination of fire, dirt and possible scratching involved. One theory that we have created is that it is possible that he dug a pit threw the album in there, set it on fire, and then the fire needed to be put out so he threw dirt on top of it to smother it. Second theory involves him running over it several times, but this one would not explain the burntness of it. I guess this is just one of those things only he knows for sure.

Now, you may be thinking, well that's pretty fucked up but not psycho. Let me explain my concern. Last I heard from him, he was leaving Florida all together, because he was dying. (I'm not really sure, but that's what he told me.) So he continued to text message me throughout his journey. First he made a stop in north Florida to stay with his brother. Then they both traveled back to Ohio. He even messaged me when he "got" to Ohio. So this was about 2 weeks ago now. I have not talked to him for over two months.....He does not know I have a new car. I'm....not....really...sure....what....to....think..... Just a bit perturbed.

We don't have any mutual friends either that would have told him. Really he didn't have any friends down here. Only the people he worked with. Then when we broke up, he made some friends but not people that knew me. I only go to work and school. Sooooo....it's just weird that he would have known I had a new car. Unless he is spying on me. But, why the Hell would he have come back from Ohio??? He has no family or connections in Florida. Besides me. Dammit, he told me he went to Ohio to die. Lousy piece of crap can't even make good on that promise. (Yes, I am kidding, sort of.)

So......ya. I don't know. In the end, I just don't know. I guess it speaks for itself. If anything, he had some pictures of me that I didn't have sooo, at least I got them back. That's a plus.

My Conclusion: I am destined to only date psychos. Nice, fun, attractive, intellectual boys are too busy or think they are too good for me. *sigh* looks like I am not getting married til I am 30--if ever.

Coming Soon: My boyfriend application...

PSA

2006-05-30T08:43:00.000-07:00

When I first joined MySpace, I added anyone to my friends list that sent me a request. It seemed like the right thing to do, after all I would look through other people's profiles and they would have like 500 friends and I barely had 20 so dammit if they could do it surely I could do it too.

Yes, I look at this too now and think, man, that is sooo high school. Which it really is. MySpace is the flucked up internet version of high school. I have decided to treat MySpace like I did in high school. I am not interested in being the most popular person in here because it is overrated and only seeks to breed drama.

If there is one thing in this world I hate with a passion it is drama. Life is too short to bitch and worry about small things. What does not kill us will only make us stronger. El Fin.

Getting back from my original tangent, MySpace. I have decided that I am going to do a weekly deletion of friends (don't worry y'all, I say weekly meaning on my time which will either mean, randomly or bi-weekly, or monthly). Basically I am now actually taking a minute or two to see who I add to MySpace. If you look annoying I probably won't add you. If you are one of those band profiles, I won't add you. I hate getting a million bulletins a day saying "Come check us out at this or that bar" or those social loser ones that say "Hey we're meeting up at Banana Joe's tonight, everyone is invited to come." Here's the thing, I don't party with strangers. If I go out, it's with people that I know will ensure at the end of the night I end up in my bed, and if not, in a good trustworthy friends bed. Also, its annoying to send out a kazillion "Tom is going to make us all pay for MySpace, damn the man!" bulletins a day. If the collapse of MySpace, equals the collapse of your social empire, here's my advice, back away from the computer, open up the blinds, slowly take a step or two outside. Get to know the real world. There is life away from MySpace. Don't get me wrong, MySpace is fun, but if tomorrow it is shut down and I have to pay for it, the only thought I will have is "damn now I can't harass my friends and make fun of their profiles." Life will move on, Tom is not God. *gasp*

Basically, what I am trying to say is that if I look at your profile and at the end of the day feel that you are nothing but a space filler that annoys me with dumb messages I am going to delete you. Oh well, if nothing else, this shall teach you one important lesson: Life will move on even if Liz is not my friend.

Also, since I clearly state in my profile that I am not looking to hook up, yet I still get messages from guys asking I am in a moral dilemma. Should I post them here? or feel sorry for them that they cannot read? Really I get some funny shhheeeeiiit.

Ode to MySpace

2006-05-30T08:42:00.000-07:00

Ode to MySpace
Current mood: amused

This whole MySpace thing is boggling. I joined it a few months ago just because a couple of my friends were on it and it seemed semi interesting. Now I am hooked. Well not totally hooked, I just check it every time I get on the computer, which is like every other hour or so. (I’m a college student not a hermit).

The people on here are intriguing. It’s like you look at their profiles and think, gosh this person really exsists and in real life they are probably 10 times more annoying than they are on MySpace. Don’t get me wrong, MySpace has some cool as people on it. All I am saying is that it has its share of freaks as well.

My Ode to why I am addicted cringing at MySpace people:

All the skank ass ho’s who are looking for love. Some might ask, if you look that good why are you so desperate to get laid. But yet you found a place that allows you unlimited idiot to tease.

Men who are not capable of taking pictures unless it is through a mirror and shirtless. At least if you are going to resort to doing this, smile. You look like a fool, deep down in your heart I think you know you look like a fool, so get a good laugh at yourself for doing something dumb.

Chicks with the military obsession. Seriously these girls who have only military men on their profiles, it’s so weird. I’m baffled by it because, I can’t tell if they only go for military guys or if they are trying to show that they support the troops. Either way, there are better ways to go about the cause.

Those of you that put pictures of yourselves with cell phones. Um, could you not wait five more minutes finish up your call and THEN take a picture?? Was MySpace so urgent that the picture must be taken right now with your web cam??? Or are you trying to convince us that you have friends? Hmmm, I wonder.

Message maniacs. You know the people that will message you five days in a row, with the exact same typo laden message.

There’s more. Oh boy, there are more.

Now I feel Better

2006-05-30T08:41:00.000-07:00

Things that annoy me…

People that call and leave freaking 10-minute messages on my cell phone. “Hi, this is Liz, leave a message and a number and I will get back to you,” what is there to converse about? No one is going to answer you. Name and number that is all that is necessary. Otherwise, tell me about your day when I call you back. And the most annoying thing about this….you can’t erase the message until it’s played all the way through.
People that throw glass containers on neighborhood sidewalks. Use a trashcan, that is what it is there for. While we are on the subject of sidewalks, use them if you are walking. Seriously, why do people walk in the street when there is a perfectly good sidewalk right there? Better yet, why do people push their kids in strollers down streets? Also, bicyclist, if you can’t keep up with the speed limit, you shouldn’t be on the streets either.
People that do not know how to spell check. Mind you, I know I am not perfect and I make typos, but for goodness sakes when did society decide that like is spelled leik??? That drives me nuts! It takes a total of maybe 5 extra minutes to run your document through spell check and reread it yourself. Also, if you don’t know how to use a word…just don’t use it. Better yet, go find a dictionary or thesaurus.
People that copy everything you do. Like if you like something all of a sudden they love it.
People that ask me if I am a natural redhead. Yes, stupid I am. My eyebrows are red. Plus that is freaking rude to ask someone.

Where's the Respect?

2006-05-30T08:40:00.000-07:00

Where is the respect?

What the Hell is wrong with people? I swear some people have no manners, respect or common freaking sense. I went to the beach today with a friend. We set up our little spot and just enjoy the beach.

Well, this family comes and sits next to us. It was a man and a woman, a teenager and two small kids. The teenager kept staring at us hardcore. I mean to the point that it was uncomfortable and embarrassing. OK, so after a few hours of this I was getting pretty pissed. Seriously, I don’t think I could stare at myself THAT long. I cannot even describe how blatant he was being. I mean he was less than 10 feet away and just turned directly at us.

So….Then the family decides to feed the birds. I am terrified of birds, especially seagulls. If they get to close I flip out. So this huge ass swarm of seagulls goes nuts right next to us. I have a panic attack and decide to go chill my ass out by the water. Honestly, I hate birds.

Finally they run out of food and the birds clear out. So I go back up to where my stuff is. Some time goes by. Yes he is still staring. Out of the blue this guy comes up to me and scares the beejeezus out of me. He tells me he is visiting from India and wanted to know if he could take a picture with me as a souvenir. (On a side note, this isn’t the first time this has happened to me, but the other time it was like a 16-year-old kid). I didn’t want to be mean so I said OK. So I take the picture with him and he hovered around for a little bit making random small talk and what not.

SO THEN, seeing this, little Mr. Staring pants decides to whip out with the camera phone. Turns and starts snapping pictures of us! I mean this guy must have taken 20 pictures of us! The couple behind us noticed too and started talking about it. I just was dumbfounded. NEVER would I ever be so rude that I could imagine doing that! I just really, and I may go on rambling about this for a while, but it just pissed me off! I do not understand people. I literally had to block him from taking pictures. It may not have pissed me off so much if it were just one but literally I could not do anything without this guy snapping away. I’m just really at a loss for words. Freaking moron.
Am I right?

The Beach and Sorry Ass Guys

2006-05-30T08:38:00.000-07:00

I went to the beach today. I had thought I'd escape there with a normal day but no. Never. WHY?! Well I will explain what happened later.

I had posted this on my other blog awhile ago and felt it deserved another posting here. So read on and hopefully you will learn something.

So fellas. Let's chat. Obviously there are some sorry ass guys out there that need some help. Because we met them all at the beach today.

1. It's a beach. Expect to see girls in bikinis. If you can't handle it, stay home. Don't walk behind a girl and say "Damn, that's hot." Ya, I know my ass is hot. Stop drooling.
2. Don't sit within 5 feet of someone else at the beach. So not cool. Furthermore, don't be creepy and just move closer, then rotate so that you are perpendicular to us, and then perch yourself up so you have a better view. We have eyes too. We can see you. AND if you are going to do all this, then don't whistle. You are 2 feet away, why not say, "hello."
3. "Hey, pretty momma, come here." Anything that includes "come here" is wrong. If you want to talk to me, then walk your ass over here otherwise, buh bye.
4. Throwing or kicking a ball, especially a soccer ball, directly at a girl and then saying, "hey a little help?" is LAME. Doing it more than once is ULTRA LAME.
5. No girl is ever going to talk to you after you walk by and make a kissing noise at her. It's ultra creepy. What are you trying to accomplish?
6. "Hey, don't leave the beach so soon, come here!" Obviously, I'm not leaving if I don't have my beach bag with me, what do you think? I was laying in the sand with no towel? I am trying to use the bathroom. SHUT UP. Seriously, 5 guys, stopped their game of football, to carry on with this crap as we walked up the beach to the bathrooms.
7. Don't sneak up out of nowhere and try to hold a conversation. If we weren't looking at you, don't come over. Not interested. Oh and if a girl tells you she is from Ohio. She's lying. That's code for...I don't want to talk to you go away. And no it's not impressive that your aunt's band plays in the town I pretend to live in.
8. If you are 40, I am sorry, but you can't see my tits or ass. I don't care how cool you think your bike is. I'm still not impressed.
9. If you have your girlfriend with you. Stop staring you pig! I know you wish your girlfriend was hot like me, but still. Not cool.

Yes all of these things happened. All different guys. We even had some repeat offenders. Hopefully this will serve as some help for guys with no clue trying to be cool.

She's dying...

2005-08-29T22:54:00.000-07:00

My car is sick and I believe she is dying. She was born the summer of 1995; my mom bought her brand new. She is a Chevrolet Cavalier, teal in color. In 2000, my mom gave her to me to drive. She has been through a lot with me. In 2001, she got hit in the driver’s side rear quarter panel when I was backing out of the school parking lot. The bitch that hit me lied and basically the dent never got fixed. I suppose it’s ok, the dent has been hit several more times. It’s been a reliable car. However, in the last few weeks all of the dashboard lights have come on at one time or another. Then today as I was backing out of my space at Wal-Mart, she shut off. I got her restarted and figured it was a fluke. Later on, I was at the stoplight near my house and she shut off again. Yeah, I was the first person in line and the light was green. Again, after several tries, I got her restarted. So, please keep her in your prayers as she is dying slowly. She is my friend. My very silent friend whose horn does not work.

Next item, I am going to get a new car soon. The problem lies in the fact that I don’t know what kind of car I want to get. Currently, I am thinking either a New Beetle or a Tiburon. Either way it will probably be a 2003 or 2004. I am not too picky about the color, but preferably not white. Let me know what you think.

The first day of class was OK. I had Media Ethics with Dr. Leslie who is a crazy cranky old man. Then I had Multimedia Journalism class with Dr. B. That class is going to be very demanding but a great learning experience. He already gave us homework! We have to write an article on a classmate. The article has to have 3 interviews including the person. All due Wednesday. It’s all good. Saw creepo mc stare window today. Can’t wait to see what my classes are like tomorrow. I have Features writing and Magazine design. Then work all night.

For My Friend Pedro AKA Smithopher

2005-08-29T19:56:00.000-07:00

Three Mississippi Is Where I'm At Tonight

2005-08-24T23:23:00.000-07:00

Well, it's been a bad week so far. Not horrible just a lot of crap. Things got pretty sour with my ex, we broke up in March but tried being friends. However, that didn't work and everytime things didn't go his way he threw shit back in my face so I broke off all connections with him. I think the hardest thing for me is that there was so much deceit and that he wasn't who I thought he was. The last fews days, the song "Three Mississippi" by Terri Clark has been playing non-stop in my cd player, just because it is exactly how I feel. Since I know you are interested, here is the chorus to the song:

One Mississippi I close my eyes
Two Mississippi Im beggin' you and we can still survive
Three Mississippi No looking back,
Gone for good and i know that,
I wont Change my mind...
Three Mississippi is where I am tonight

The people I work with are morons. Well the guys are anyway, I guess that is true in general. I was on the floor to spy on a shoplifter and as I pass the cashwrap, 3 male cashiers yell out, "Hey LP?! What's up?!!" Good thinking! Great cover dumbasses.

I have more to say but I don't know what to say so I won't say anything at all. Have a nice night. Don't steal.

Guess who's back? Back again...Lizzie's back...tell a friend.

2005-08-08T22:47:00.000-07:00

It's been awhile since I have posted on here so I guess I am long overdue. Well my dad was in town for awhile and then on Friday my internet went out. So I do have a hall pass for my absense.

First, I'll recap dad's visit. So, dad and my sister Erin flew down on Monday and I picked them up from the airport then I had to go to work, there will be more on my work adventure later. Then on Tuesday we went to Universal and Islands of Adventure in Orlando. Tons of walking. Tons of waiting in line. Then at Islands of Adventure all the rides were shut down due to lightning on the horizon. That night we went to the Macaroni Grill for dinner. Erin had never eaten Italian food believe it or not. Well she had but not often. She did enjoy her alfredo though. The next day we went to St. John's Pass on Treasure Island. We walked around in there and got some ice cream and then we hung out on the beach. It is still red tide down here so there was still some nasty dead fish and horseshoe crabs washing ashore. Later that night we ate dinner at Landry's and headed over to the Sunset at Pier 60 fest on Clearwater Beach. If you are ever bored in the Tampa area, I highly recommend going there. It is really neat. There are craft vendors and street artists. I love going. Then on Thursday, it was alas time for them to depart. We went to the local mall and walked around and had lunch, then took a tour of some of Tampa and headed for the airport to bid fairwell til next year. So there is a glance of the week.

As for work. I had to go to work on Thursday night. Then my boss tells me he is leaving early. Which is cool and all, but it was my first time closing. I had done it plenty of times though so I figure I will be ok. Until the store manager tells me to go investigate the guy in the mens dept who left his bag with $600 inside with the cashier. So, I go down there and long story short, he was a war vetran. Other highlights for him that night include standing up and yelling, "Hills County Sheriff! Oh now you all turn and look!" At any rate, he didn't end up getting out of my hair till 9:30 pm. Friday, Saturday I worked all day. Sunday was a busy day at work, I missed a bust. Long story but I am still pissed. Today I got to work in the morning. We had to clean up the stor because the big wigs are coming tomorrow. I got to reorganize the camera cages and count all of the merchandise inside. Then I got to help the RTV guy, who is by far one of my favorite people in the store. He's one of those old guys who just says crazy things. He's funny. Also got to do paperwork. Check the floor for security concerns. Of course take flack from all of the guys for being a girl. Thats what has been going on in a nutshell. Oh and on Sunday since I had to work, I had to tape the race. Well my VCR crapped out. So I had my mom's boyfriend do it for me. He taped the freaking spanish channel. I am so sad.

On a side note, when I got home from work today, I received a letter in the mail from Burger King along with a coupon for a free meal. So, we're square now.

I support Lizzie

2005-07-31T17:57:00.000-07:00

Just thought I would put this out there because I have told some friends about the situation and this was their reaction.

Vicky: Just read your blog and chris's
: i am on your side by the way
: did the girl apologize?
: see she coulod have least done that instead of make that comment
: i think anyone would have gooten mad at that
: well except for chris i guess
: yeah i read everything he wrote and to me he made you two look like little babies
: i think it was insulting
: cuz i would have reacted the same way
: i don't appreciate how he said you guys had to go run and tell mommy
: any body who feels that they have had poor customer service goes to the manager
: heck i would have done it at the moment it happened
: least you know to defend yourself and that is why you will be successful in your career

Jimmy: well she was being a bitch
: the general idea of it doesnt make you out of line whatsoever
: it was her mistake she shouldve gotten you new fries, she was just being lazy
: thats why she works at a fast food place
: you werent out of line at all

Gardner: lol, you were levelheaded there too, if you jumped the counter and bitchslapped moe i would be worried

Is that you tapping on my stall?

2005-07-27T23:40:00.000-07:00

Folks, we’re going to get gritty tonight and discuss somewhat of a taboo topic. I say taboo in a sense that you were raised with manners and proper etiquette. For some of you this topic is as open as 50-cent hookers legs. This idea came upon me tonight when I experienced a weirdo in the rest room tonight. I now present to you an unrefined yet maybe a guide for the rest room.

This all manifested tonight as I was using a rival department stores restroom while on my break. Let me sidetrack and mention that I hate using our restrooms because the sinks are weak and there are no paper towels just those hand dryer things. So, I am in the restroom looking for a stall because most of them are pretty unpleasant. Just as I find one and go in another girl enters the restroom. As I am preparing to do my business this chick starts talking to herself out loud! Nothing too off the wall, just rambling on about the state of the restroom, basically an “ew” or “yuck” here and there. So I finish up and go wash my hands and she finishes and does the same. I start to reapply some makeup and out of the corner of my eye I see her messing around with the paper towel dispenser. Now, I can’t say that I am sure I know what she was doing but she took the used paper towel and started ramming it into the dispenser and then turned around and said “Oh well” and threw it in the garbage can. At this point I am reapplying lipstick and she walks behind me and gawks at me the entire time. Just weird.

To me, what you do in the restroom is your own private business, in or out of the stall. Now I know none of you guys will get this because well you pee in the open. However, us girls are supposed to be dainty and feminine and all that shit. Public restroom intruders just make the whole experience that much more complicated.

While we’re on the subject, I’d like to throw it out there that USF has the more public shitters than I have ever encountered my entire life. I mean, I understand letting a little poot fly. But what self respecting woman drops an atomic bomb that kills all the flies in the room then walks out to face all the other non-shitters like it ain’t no big thing. Honey, it is and we are tired of your stank. Find somewhere else to take your crap!

I heart BSB

2005-07-24T22:41:00.000-07:00

Last night was the Backstreet Boys concert. The boys themselves were totally awesome because they are the BSB and they alone rock, but the Ford Amphitheater is the worse venue ever! Here’s the run down of the evening.

First, my gal pals and I went to Ruby Tuesdays for a bite to eat before the show. The waitress was a totally ass. She was like “Oh, I like N Sync!” and kept going on about it like anyone really cared. We left there and headed for the Amphitheater. Once we parked we had to walk a freaking mile in the dirt to get to the venue. Once there we went and found our seats. They weren’t horrible but they weren’t that close either. We chilled there and waited for the concert to start. The first opening act was some girl named Kaci Brown. Like she totally freaking sucked! Like OMG! After she was done prancing around on stage the group called The Click Five came on . All I can say is they were disturbingly weird. I had the feeling I may be just too old for this shit. All the 14 year olds were going nuts but I was just distraught by them. And they kept doing just weird things. Like for one they were dressed in suits and ties and singing punk music and just screaming “Look at me, I’m weird!”

Finally, the Gods themselves took the stage. They sang a good mix of their old songs and the new songs from the CD. They did some of their old school dances, which was cool because Lindsay and I used to memorize the dance routines. They all looked really good and were in good spirits. The show was just awesome. It was like the old days.

So, onto my rant about the Ford Amphitheater. First of all, I will never again see a show there unless it is in the winter. It was so hot and muggy my straight hair went curly! There were people passing out and being taken away on stretchers from heat exhaustion. Second of all, the security people are beyond gay. There were seats closer that ours that were vacant so we sat in them and the dumb twit made us leave! Then when I asked her simply why she started signaling for back up. WTF? You are going to kick us out of a Backstreet Boys concert for unruly behavior?! Then, instead of letting us use stairs that were literally a few feet away from our seats, they made us walk all the way around a climb up like 50 stairs to walk down to our seats. How gay is that?! They were so rude to us.

After the concert we headed over to the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino for the after party. There wasn’t much going on there but we did over hear some lady say that after the concert the guys came out and signed autographs. Ya, shoot me now. Honestly this was the first BSB concert that I did not go hang out by the buses and look what happened. SHOOT ME PLEASE!

2005-07-24T19:51:00.001-07:00

BSB, ya that's hot.

2005-07-24T19:51:00.000-07:00

Total Hotness Overload!! Nick and Brian!

2005-07-24T19:50:00.000-07:00

BSB, ya they are hot.

2005-07-24T19:49:00.001-07:00

Goodbye BSB!! Hopefully it's not another 3 years before we see you again!

2005-07-24T19:49:00.000-07:00

we are such BSB hotties

We'll call him Ed. This Bud's for you...

2005-07-19T00:01:00.000-07:00

Earlier in the evening we noticed an intruder in our house, a little outdoors lizard. My mom and I are both wimps who can’t stomach the thought of one touching us. Well, it was in my mom’s room so I didn’t have to worry about it. She sent my dog after him to chase him, but to no avail, Machismo was unsuccessful. Later on, around 11:30 p.m. or so, my mom screams for me to come to her room. So I come running. She tells me she found the little bugger again. Then she beckons for me to get wasp spray. Normally I am all about killing small creatures, but I simply can’t do that to a lizard. So I devise a plan to trap him in a container. The only problem is I am too chicken shit to go near him. Well I attempt, and he runs under the dresser. Then full on attack mode is in force. We search the room for things we can throw at him to get him to come out of hiding. First my mom finds a small bottle of lotion to whack at him. He moves up and onto the wall, so we start launching pennies at him, but he does not move. I conclude that we need to find larger objects to throw at him, so we throw a random egg of silly putty at him. He moves. However we couldn’t get the little dude to come out from under the dresser, so my mom runs to her closet and gets the window swifter and we started whacking him with that. Well the top falls off of that, but the handle makes a perfect tool to guide him where to go. Mind you every time he moves, I scream my lungs out. Well, after throwing several foreign objects at him, he finally surrendered and came out into the light and I quickly trapped him and my mom slid the lid underneath and we secured him in the Tupperware. I then released him into the wild.

2005-07-18T21:18:00.000-07:00

This is Ed.

I'll bust yo ass bitch!

2005-07-11T00:30:00.000-07:00

I got my first bust today! Yep, I feel accomplished. I spotted this lady on the cameras and she had a shopping cart with her and she was loading it down with stuff so my boss said, “Keep watching her she looks familiar.” We continued to watch her and she went through the Men’s department and loaded her cart full of shirts and some shorts. Then she went to the women’s fitting room. Hmmm, kind of fishy don’t you think? So my boss sent me down there to check the situation out. I go down there and she was still in the fitting room. I hung out there until she was done. Finally, she came out with two shirts. She rounds the corner and I went into the fitting room. There was an associate in there and she told me which room she was in and that there was nothing but hangers left. Hmmm. I radioed my boss to tell him. He told me that she was in the kid’s department doing the same thing, picking out a bunch of shirts and then went into the fitting room, came out with one shirt. So, the boss called for backup and tells me he’s coming down there to help get her when she leaves. The guy helping us tells me that she is in the men’s department and then he gets on and says, “She’s headed out the exit!” Right as I am coming around the corner I see my boss coming from the other way. So we both take off running after the woman and we get out the door and he yells, “LP, stop!” and the lady sees us and takes off running. We ran after her. She jumped into a car that her friend was in parked. Right as she slammed the door the boss caught the door and the lady slammed his hand in the door. He ripped the door open and told her to get out no. She refused and said she didn’t do anything. Her friend and her were blabbing on and so my boss reached into the car and grabbed the keys out of the ignition and informed them that the police had already been called and they needed to cooperate. So finally they did. The shoplifter starts pulling stuff out of her shirt and in the process her tube tops drops down and her junhungas came out, and she continued to talk to us for a while the twins were out for some air. Then she unzips her pants and starts unloading. The boss told her not to get any more stuff out instead to just get out of the car and come with us. She finally pulled up her top and got out of the car. The worst part of this whole ordeal, the woman had three small children in the back seat of the car. They were all terrified and crying. One boy had his hands covering his ears and he was rocking back and forth humming loudly. I do not understand how someone could do that to his or her children. We cuffed the lifter when she got out of the car. She told us she was pregnant so we had to cuff her in front. The friend gave the lady her phone number so she could bail her out. Then she took off. She ran over the tip of my shoe! I shot her a very dirty look. We escorted her back to the office were the cop was already waiting. Once in the office the cop started questioning her. She gave her name. The cop kept asking her if it was her real name. She kept insisting that it was. Another cop came in with a print out of the woman’s name that she gave. (It wasn’t her). Finally she told them that she had gotten married and her last name changed and she forgot about that. Hmmm. So they run that name. Nope not her either. Finally after 20 minutes she gives her real name. Well, turns out she had two warrants for her arrest. Oh and by the way, the fake name she was giving us, that was her mother of all people! Anyhow at the end of the day, the lady went to jail and is charged with 2 counts of petit theft, grand theft of the third degree, resisting arrest, robbery strong arm and giving a false name to a law enforcement officer. Also, by the way, she stole nearly $400 worth of clothing. For a grand total of 10 shirts and two pairs of shorts stuffed into her top and pants and 2 shirts stuffed into her purse. Quite a day’s work for this little lady. My boss told every one I did a good job and he made a big deal out of it, which was cool. I also got to add my name to the LP chart and put a big number 1 next to it! Awesomeness.

I ain't scared of no ghost! or Hurricane!

2005-07-09T22:49:00.000-07:00

Oh my Hurricane Dennis, have you no fury other than to bring us damn drizzly rain all day? I guess my hometown got a lot of damage, but I really didn’t see any. I worked all day so the big bad hurricane monster wasn’t all that and a bag of ice.

I am about 2/3 of the way through my training for being an LP. I completed all my computer training. Today I did book work, which meant Tim read the book to me and gave me some funked up test. Now I just have to take part of two apprehensions and do one completely solo. I can’t wait to catch a thief! They always catch them on the days that I don’t work. I faced my fears today. I ate with the guys. So here’s the deal, any girl can relate to this, we don’t like eating in front of unfamiliar guys. Doesn’t necessarily mean we “like” you. It’s just the way it is. I cannot explain it. Well, today, the store manager bought the LP and only the LP department lunch! I was really excited about that because anyone who works crappy jobs knows that rarely do you get recognized. A little thing like lunch can go a long way. Then again my boss is also persuasive and can usually weasel his way into getting what he wants. Get this, two guys and myself, how much food did they order? Two large pizzas, two medium pizzas, a double order of breadsticks, and cinnastix! And the only thing that was left was one large pizza and some breadsticks! I only ate two slices and a breadstick. Without a plate mind you. Hey they thought I was weird for asking for a napkin. The funniest part of the whole thing was the fact that for 15 minutes, the room was silent. I have never heard it silent.

Good news, the twit found my film. Talked to the store and the photo lab manager. Gee, didn’t take them very long to find it. However, I will still never use their lab again. Digital all the way from now on. If you are interested, here is the link to view pictures from the Pepsi 400.

Wal-mart should not be trusted!

2005-07-07T22:06:00.000-07:00

So, here’s the thing. Wal-mart photo developing. Not such a good thing. Granted they have good prices and the pictures turn out well, but as far as treating their customers well, no they don’t really feel like doing that. Hell, there’s a 50/50 shot you’ll even see your pictures again.

I dropped off two rolls of film from the Pepsi 400 on Sunday night. Wal-mart advertises that the film will be ready in two days by 1 pm. Well, Monday was a holiday so I figured it might take more than two days. I check up on the film on Wednesday thinking that it was plenty of time and the film would be ready. The twit behind the counter looks for a total of 2 minutes and then calls the photo developer hotline to see when the pictures will be back. She tells me they will be back Thursday after 1 pm.

So I come back Thursday at 7 pm. She has a line full of customers. So I wait my turn. Tell her my last name and she brings back 1 roll of film. So I tell her that I dropped off two rolls. She goes and looks for the other one. Then she comes back to me and tells me that she can’t find the other roll and she has a line full of customers so I should come back tomorrow when there will be more people to help me. Um, EXCUSE ME?! How about I am going to have to say no to that proposition. I tell her, “No, it has already been four days. I will wait until you can help me.” So, she helps other people in line and gets back to me. She goes and checks for the other roll again. Comes back to me and says, “Well, I still can’t find the other roll. So you can just come back tomorrow when there are more people working and a manager and ask them to find the roll because I don’t know where it is. We might have lost it or maybe it got lost during the shipping. I really don’t know.” EXCUSE ME?! That’s all she had to say. So I told her that, that was completely ridiculous and unacceptable and I will be up here to talk to a manager.

I understand that if the film is lost, it is not the dumb twits fault. However, to sit there and basically say “You can come back when there are people here who know how to do their job because I am tired of helping you” is UNACCEPTABLE. Period. First of all, I have worked in customer service since I was 16, I don’t care if it is your personal fault, you still apologize to the customer for the inconvenience. Then, you offer compensation to make up for the inconvenience. She gave me no discount on the roll of film she found. She did not offer the other “lost” roll for free when recovered. She did not offer my next service with them for free. Let me tell you the last one, is the only way I would ever consider letting them develop my pictures again. I was completely dumbfounded that this twit thought that the whole object of customer service was for the customer to work around her convenience! So, I called the store manager and let her know I was very unhappy with the service provided to me and that I will never use their photo lab again. She agreed that the situation was handled incorrectly and promised that she would straighten it out. And she will, because I will not stop bitching about this until I am properly compensated. They done crossed the wrong redhead.

Lesson of the day: Digital cameras are the best things ever invented. Now you do not have to place your photographs in the hands of dumb twits.

Work it!

2005-06-29T00:13:00.000-07:00

Today I left my house early so that I would have plenty of time to stop and get gas before work. So, I am pumping gas and I hear a high pitch voice say, "Oooh girl, you have to come see this cute lil' girl, she has the cutest lil' figure!" I turn around to see a very flamboyant man wearing tight khakis and a button up t-shirt sitting in the backseat of a car with the door open, legs crossed and hands perched atop his knees. When I glance at him, he says, "Uh huh girl, you just have the cutest figure" and I say, "Thanks" and smile. He says "You need to get you a lil' tattoo in between your dimples." FYI: I have lower back dimples. And so I tell him I can't because I am scared of needles. His response was, "Well girl, I tell you what get you some lick and stick tattoos and some body wash will take 'em right off!" I just laughed and finished up with my gas. I was walking around to the driver's side of my car and he says, "Work it girl, go on! I bet you knock 'em dead in a two piece!" I just laughed and said, "Bye." In which he responded, "Peace." It's funny how someone's kindness can make your day. I was just going about my ho-hum day and then he came along to brighten it up. So, that made me think, how many lives could I touch by paying a compliment to everyone I meet? Maybe, others will catch on and do it too. The world could change. Well, I am not going to do it, but you should definitely consider it.

Congratulations to me, I have a job. Yep, I work as a Loss Preventions Associate at an undisclosed department store. That's all the info I can give you, otherwise, I would have to kill you. Just kidding, but I am going to be purposely general and vague when I talk about work. I would hate to get fired because I blog.

Well, that is what is rocking my world. What is rocking yours? Virginia, you are on the air...

A Brand New Day

2005-06-23T16:48:00.000-07:00

I've got a new look to my blog thanks to my dear friend Chris. For those of you who are wonder, yes that is me in the picture. It was taken when I was 3 and we had just moved to Florida. I was born in Georgia and had never seen the ocean before. It's a cool picture I guess.

So, since, all 5 people who read my blog liked my last idea or rather, Gardner's brother's idea, to seek photos that remind you of me, I have another idea. I'd like to know, what song reminds you of me? 1. Because I need a song for my MySpace page, because everyone else is cooler than me and has one. 2. Because I'd like to know what you all think of me, sometimes, I'm not sure, lol. So think away and let me know. Don't be shy, it will be fun.

So, in a little bit I am going somewhere. I will blog about it upon my return.

Safe surfing.

BACKSTREET's BACK!!!

2005-06-19T01:05:00.000-07:00

OK, so it's like this, I started liking, um, loving, um obsessing over the Backstreet Boys when I was 13. I went to see my first BSB show Jan 1997. It was a birthday present from my mom. This was also my very first concert so it was special. Believe it or not, tickets only cost $20! They weren't very big in the states yet. One of my best friends also went to the concert, her name is Lindsay. She didn't go with me, but to my luck she ended up falling in absolute love (yes I know the word is obsession) with BSB as well and the girls she went with didn't like them very much. Mind you, I have known Lindsay since I was about 7 and we were pretty good friends, ya know, we enjoyed a bike ride or two down to the sewers ;-) but this brought us closer together. We became best friends. I liked Nick and Lindsay like Brian. Life was perfect!! hehe...

Now, a lot of my friends laugh at me because I am still super giddy at the mention of BSB. But, it just brings me back to a time in life where they were a "safe haven." I was going through my awkward phase, my mom was going through a divorce, I had moved twice in a matter of 5 years, didn't have many friends, so in a way BSB was an escape for me. I will always cherish the memories created by BSB and Lindsay. I hope Lindsay knows how much all of those memories meant to me, although I am sure she does because when I told her BSB is coming back to Tampa she got just as excited as me!! Thankfully she hasn't lost the die hard love for the greatest band (maybe not musically, or vocally but to me in my life) the Backstret Boys. I cannot wait to go to the concert July 23rd (eeeeeee!!!) and feel all of those memories come back to me.

So here is a run down of some of the crazy stuff we did:

* Approx 5 binders full of magazine articles, because we bought every and I mean BOP, BB, Teen, 16, EVERY magazine that featured them.

* Hundreds of posters, there was not an inch of white on my walls. Matter of fact, I had to rotate posters bc I had so many.

* Attended 6 or 7 concerts and 1 charity basket ball game. Once we even drove to Jacksonville (4 hours from Tampa) to see them! And after every concert we would wait backstage by the buses for hours! We also kept a countdown of days till concert and we celebrated the anniversaries of concerts.

* I have met Nick once and Lindsay met Kevin once.

* Made or bought them gifts to bring to them every concert. Unusual stuff too, like squishy tube thingy and Kentucky paraphenelia. My personal favorite: the cookies. Lindsay, "My dad ate the cookies, he likes hard cookies."

* We made them a gift once just because. Pillow cases! yep. Tried hard to get noticed.

* Made them Birthday and Get well cards for the appropriate occassions.

* Knew ever conceivable fact about them

* Knew exactly where the lived and went to their houses. Lucky for Nick, cuz he lived in Tampa so we visited many of times. Even had the cops called on us. Once we talked to some guy who was staying at Nick's house. LMAO...the cracker jack box in Nick's trash can...should we take it??

* "The Kick" at concerts, Lindsay!

* Approx 50 video tapes packed with BSB on TV. Also all the official and unofficial tapes released in stores.

* Fan Club members, Nick even answered my question of the month once.

* Bought every CD the day it came out, before we went to school. Also had every CD released in the US and Europe.

There is tons more and as I think of it, I will add it to my list. We also had all the tour programs and knew all the words to the songs and dance moves, tons of shirts and hats. So, that's what the Backstreet Boys mean to me. I will be a fan till the day I die.

Just cause it would be interesting...

2005-06-16T19:08:00.000-07:00

Gardner suggested I do this. I want you all, my faithful audience that does not comment on anything, to post the first picture you find that reminds you of me. NO NUDITY (a hem, Gardner!!) Love to see what you guys think of me. Have fun, be safe, and I promise to blog again soon.

Friggin Morons

2005-06-11T12:30:00.000-07:00

What the Hell is wrong with people? I swear some people have no manners, respect or common freaking sense. I went to the beach today with Cortney Elise Akridge. We set up our little spot and just enjoy the beach.

Well, this family comes and sits next to us. It was a man and a woman, a teenager and two small kids. The teenager kept staring at us hardcore. I mean to the point that it was uncomfortable and embarrassing. OK, so after a few hours of this I was getting pretty pissed. Seriously, I don’t think I could stare at myself THAT long. I cannot even describe how blatant he was being. I mean he was less than 10 feet away and just turned directly at us.

So….Then the family decides to feed the birds. I am terrified of birds, especially seagulls. If they get to close I flip out. So this huge ass swarm of seagulls goes nuts right next to us. I have a panic attack and decide to go chill my ass out by the water. Honestly, I hate birds.

Finally they run out of food and the birds clear out. So I go back up to where my stuff is. Some time goes by. Yes he is still staring. Out of the blue this guy comes up to me and scares the beejeezus out of me. He tells me he is visiting from India and wanted to know if he could take a picture with me as a souvenir. (On a side note, this isn’t the first time this has happened to me, but the other time it was like a 16-year-old kid). I didn’t want to be mean so I said OK. So I take the picture with him and he hovered around for a little bit making random small talk and what not.

SO THEN, seeing this, little Mr. Staring pants decides to whip out with the camera phone. Turns and starts snapping pictures of us! I mean this guy must have taken 20 pictures of us! The couple behind us noticed too and started talking about it. I just was dumbfounded. NEVER would I ever be so rude that I could imagine doing that! I just really, and I may go on rambling about this for a while, but it just pissed me off! I do not understand people. I literally had to block him from taking pictures. It may not have pissed me off so much if it were just one but literally I could not do anything without this guy snapping away. I’m just really at a loss for words. When I walked by him I said, “Some people have absolutely no couth. Freaking moron.”

Am I right?

PLEASE READ

2005-06-09T14:44:00.000-07:00

Ok so I need your help. Please comment and let me know which swimsuit you like best. Or just IM me and let me know. Yes this is urgent.

Option 1

Option 2

or if you see one somewhere else that is cute...let me know. Oh the dilemmas I face.

Ray Bee

2005-06-06T23:04:00.000-07:00

So I haven't been around much lately to blog.
A. I have been busy planning a surprise party
B. I have been searching for a job
C. I have been too lazy
D. I have been writing cool kiddie books about Bees
E. All of the above

If you picked E you are correct. So in all fairness, I am too lazy to write something about whats been going on so read my pattern book story about Ray Bee. For those of you who do not understand pattern books, something has to repititious.

Once upon a time there was a busy bee named Ray Bee. All the bees knew they could always count on Ray to lend a helping hand in the hive. Before long, Ray was so busy he couldn’t take care of his own chores around his house.

One morning in a hurry, Ray’s dad forgot his lunch. Ray’s mom asked him to take lunch to his father. Ray said, “Well Mom, I would if I could, but I can’t so I won’t.” Disappointed his mom made time in her busy bee schedule to do it herself.

As Ray buzzed around town dropping off mail for his friend Kay Sting, he ran into his sister, Shay Bee. Surprised, Ray stopped and asked Shay why she was downtown. Shay said, “Mom had to take dad his lunch so she couldn’t take me to school. I thought I knew my way well enough, but now I am lost. Can you help me find my way, Ray?”

Ray told his sister, “Well Shay, I would if I could, but I can’t so I won’t.” And he went back to running his errands.

Exhausted, Ray found a bench to perch upon. He wasn’t there but a minute when he saw his grandma approaching. “Oh, Ray, I need some help at the craft store, I forgot my eye glasses and now I cannot read the prices, could you spare a moment to help me?”

Ray told his grandmother, “Well Grandma Bee, I would if I could, but I can’t so I won’t.” And he took off into the city.

As Ray swarmed the city, he flew down to the local lemonade stand. He was parched so he decided to buy himself a cup of lemonade. He searched his pockets but could only find a nickel; a cup of lemonade was 25 cents. Nearby he saw his dad, a policebee.

“Dad! Can you lend me 20 cents so I could by a cup of lemonade?” Ray asked.

But his dad said, “Well Ray, I used most of my money to buy lunch today. Sorry I would if I could, but I can’t so I won’t. Here’s a dime if that helps.”

Puzzled, Ray asked his dad why his mom didn’t bring his lunch to him. Dad Bee replied, “Well Ray, she was heading out here when she received a call saying that Shay Bee never made it to school today.”

Still thirsty, Ray buzzed back into town with a nickel and a dime. He spotted his mom and Shay taking a stroll through the park.

“Mom! Can you lend me ten cent so I can buy some lemonade?” Ray asked his mother.

His mother said, “Well Ray, I used most of my money to buy Shay an ice cream, she was very upset after showing up late for school. Sorry, I would if I could, but I can’t so I won’t. But here is three pennies that we found on our walk”

Ray took off again into town. He sat on a bench across from the lemonade stand and looked at his dime, nickel and three pennies. A shiny object caught his eye, it was another nickel! Thinking it must be his lucky day he flew over and picked it up, now he had more than enough to buy the lemonade! He fluttered up to the stand and bought lemonade.

He sat on the bench enjoying his lemonade. Honking horns drew attention to his grandmother trying to cross a busy road. He flew down to help her.

“Oh, Ray! I really need help; my eyesight is so bad I cannot see the crosswalk sign. Can you help me?”

Thinking back on his hectic day, Ray learned that helping family is most important to him. When he is need, he can depend on his family to help him.

Ray grinned and said, “Of could I should and I will! I can and I want to!”

His grandmother and he crossed the road and walked all the way home together sharing stories of the days adventure.

Don't drink the water in Mexico

2005-05-26T18:20:00.000-07:00

So I am unemployed. For the first time since I was 17. But I will be OK. I hoarded my money while I was at Shapes and I don't think I will have a hard time finding another crappy job.

Tuesday night, went to the Dallas Bull and saw Bobby Pinson play. He sings that song "Don't Ask Me How I Know." He put on a show. Admission was only $10 and everyone got a copy of his CD. After the concert he signed autographs. He was a pretty funny guy. Judging from his song you wouldn't think so, but he cracked a bunch of jokes. It was a good time. His back up singer is his wife. OMG she was totally having an orgasm on stage. It was so weird. Anyway, here are some of the pictures. Enjoy.

He signed my CD, "Don't drink the H2O in Mexico." This is quite humorous, because last year I went to Mexico and while I was there I went snorkeling (yes, I can spell that ;-) When I got back, I got the worst stomach virus I have ever had. So, it is true: DON'T GO NEAR THE FRIGGING PARASITE INFESTED DIRTY WATER IN MEXICO...

2005-05-26T15:27:00.000-07:00

Cort, Bobby, Liz. Sitting in a bar, d-r-i-n-k-i-n-g. Frist comes Bud, then comes Jack, then comes an headache and a yack. Ok not really, but at least I think I am funny.

2005-05-26T15:24:00.000-07:00

Bobby Pinson. Dallas Bull. May 24, 2005.

Plastic!

2005-05-18T00:04:00.000-07:00

Plastic: That apparently is the new slang these days. One of the kids at my work told me it means "not cool." As in Britney Spears? Plastic!

OMG! Total rudeness overload! I was at work today, baby on one hip, two kids clinging to my legs, watching the chaos. Ash is sitting down with a baby in her lap, she gets on her phone a total of two minutes bc her mom is going to bring her food. So this woman comes in to pick up her kids, I know exactly who her kids were, they went to her and she starts huffing and she grabs the I.D. box and goes through it and finds her license. Then she starts making these comments like "I guess no one works here!" and carrying on. So Ash asks her what the problem was. This is what she said, "Some one could snatch my kids! You don't even check to see if these are my kids! I mean you are on the phone and she's over there doing whatever!" EXCUSE ME?! I'm over there doing whatever?! My goodness gracious, I guess I should be juggling too! The manager was totally cool about it she was just like that lady was a jerk!

I really need a new job. Someone give me a new job! PLEAAAAAAAASSSSSSEEEEEEEE!!

OMG ACMs Total Hotness Overload, and not Zellwitcher!! Hahahahaha! Ok then, Later!

2005-05-15T11:48:00.000-07:00

One of the kids gave this to me at work of Friday. It made me laugh.

My Bass Ackwards World

2005-05-11T01:50:00.000-07:00

I don't know. I can't sleep. And I have to be up early tomorrow. So I put my two weeks notice in today at work. Apparently, the manager is pissed off. Not that she begged me to stay. The freaking wench actually accused me of leaving early on Friday! I was like are you honestly that twitty? So, I guess she went and yelled at T and told her that she was the reason that I quit. In part she is but I don't want her to think that. I definetly have to find a new job now. Oh well.

OMG. Kenny Chesney got married! So random. I saw him Friday and all of a sudden he's married to Renee Zellweger. I can take solice in the fact that at least she is a normal looking girl. It's not like I want to marry him, I just don't want him to marry anybody,lol.

I went to the eye doctor today. Which is fun because I am friends with his son. So I always have something to talk about. I haven't had my eyes check in like 6 years so it was way over due.

OMG Work. Reason 739 why I am quitting. This little girl threw up all over the place. Thankfully, my happy butt didn't have to clean it up. We had suspected the girl didn't feel good. I talked to the mom when she came and got her because I figured she must not have been aware that her daughter had broken out in hives. You know what she told me? Oh well I took her to the doctor today and he told me she had a virus but she seemed to be feeling better. I was like are you a flipping moron?! Seriously who does that? So, I am fairly sure next week I will have the same alien hive puking virus. Oh the joys of working with kids.

I can't sleep! I don't know why, I want to but I just can't!! sigh. Goodnight...maybe...

Kenny Chesney Concert Pictures

2005-05-08T16:55:00.000-07:00

Kenny Chesney Concert

2005-05-08T09:46:00.000-07:00

I know you have all missed me and are DYING to hear about the Kenny Chesney concert. Did you think I would leave you hanging? PSH no! We had a blast!! I'll have to break the experience up into two blogs: The concert and AFTER the concert.

My horrible Friday! I switched shifts with J so Am wouldn't have to be alone at work on Friday night. So J usually works from 9-1 and I usually work from 1-8. J didn't want to work that long so I told her I'd stay till 2 and she could leave at 7. Well, 2 pm comes around and she calls me saying "You'll never believe this but I got a flat tire!" Are you kidding me?? So she goes to the shop but tells me she can be there by 3 so I was like that’s fine just hurry up I really need to leave. At 2:20 she calls me, just pulling into the shop, btw she lives about a half hour away from work. So again I tell her to hurry up. She tells me, "Well it's ok if you stay till 3:30 right?" OMG it's Ok if you work my entire shift plus half of yours and don't have anytime to get ready for a concert you have been psyched about for months right??? NO!!! So I told her if she's not here by 3 I'm leaving. SO 3 comes and she's not there so I told the assistant manager the situation and she told me to call J again and then clock out and leave. SO I call J again who is still at the shop but assures me that as we speak she was paying and getting ready to leave! OMG. SO I told her I was leaving so she needed to hurry and get her ass up there. I guess I'll find the conclusion to that on Monday. I soooo had no time to get ready. I managed. We left at like 5 went to Cheddars for some spinach dip and headed for downtown. Took the toll road expressway and got stuck in traffic because the road kept merging into one lane for some unknown forsaken reason! Finally we get there...Parking was a bitch...Get in... Of course by now we have to use the ladies room...Kenny Chesney concert you can only IMAGINE how fun it is to use a restroom there! Get done with that... Go to our seats. We were shocked! Our seats were sooooo close! I mean only the sandbar was closer than us!

Both of the opening acts were awesome. Uncle Kracker and Gretchen Wilson. Uncle Kracker didn't do my favorite song by him, "Heaven" but considering it was a country concert, I forgive him. LOL. It was pretty cool though because there weren’t a lot of people sitting in our section. Of course the teenyboppers and momma drunk invaded us during the first intermission. OMG it was seriously like ten 14 year olds. And God bless them, I know they think they are the shit now, but I wanted to tell them, GROW UP! It was bubblicious over drive teen midriff mosquito bite overdrive. The mom was so wasted. She actually told us to scoot one seat down. Um, no we paid for these seats, you didn't. It made me so mad! During the KC set she would just like start waving her arms around and nearly hit us! She spilled beer all over Cort. She would just randomly start smiling and staring at us.

Anyway, I can't say it enough; the show was great all the artist did a great job. We are soooo contemplating driving up for the Atlanta show. So enjoy the pictures.

PS There is a part two to this blog. Yep, we got backstage. More on that action later!

My Give a Damn's Busted

2005-05-05T14:33:00.000-07:00

LMAO...Thanks Brett, but I can hold my own. However, the idea of you and Chris defending my honor does give me a good laugh. Well, speaking of guys. I am at USF today and there is this guy who has harassed me quite a few times. Well I am leaving the CIS building ON MY PHONE and I hear "Psssssst!" Let me tell you. That is the most annoying thing you can do boys. "Excuse me," works, it's a good phrase, USE IT! You would be surprised how far a little manners gets you. Well he keeps "Pssssting" me and I turn to see who the Hell it is, when I do, "Pssssst, Come here..." Ya. I have said it once I'll say it again, if your pick up line consists of "Come here" then you will be comming home alone. Seriously?? WHY?? Come here it just cracks me up. You are following me, you are trying to pick me up, yet you think I am going to turn my ass around and go back up the stairs to talk to YOU?! Um, NO. So he keeps on. I turned around and was like, "I don't have time for this, I am on the phone." Seriously though, I wonder how long it will take for him to get the point. He hits on me every week and every week I completely ingnore him.

I am so excited about the Kenny Chesney concert tomorrow night. I still don't know what I am going to wear though. Decisions decisions.

I sooo need a new banner. Anyone want to design it?

Lata Playa.

2005-05-04T00:05:00.000-07:00

A kid at my work drew this depiction of me as Heart Head Boobie Magee. Ya. Enjoy. I laughed my ass off when he showed me. Read the post for explanation.

Me and the art I inspire

2005-05-03T23:57:00.000-07:00

So...Just marvel at the artwork that I inspire. This six year old boy at my work is always hugging and kissing on me. Well, today he came in and he had a box of index cards. He tells me that he drew me a picture and starts riffling through it and pulls out the first one. Then a couple minutes later he drew the other, less obscene one. I got a kick out of it. As disturbing as it was.

Went to the mall today. Honestly, why I HATE camera phones. Cort and I were walking through the mall and this group of guys start saying shit to us. We keep on walking and they are still saying stuff, I turn around and one of the little shitheads is taking a picture of our asses on his camera phone! These damn things need to be outlawed ASAP!

I was alone at work again today. I am just not going to get into it. It will make me depressed.

Last exam of the semester tomorrow! Thank goodness!!

I am so tired I can't think straight. Enjoy the pictures, loves!

2005-05-03T21:01:00.000-07:00

Here is his second less obscene drawing of him and I together...

Send Donations ASAP

2005-05-01T13:23:00.000-07:00

It's been awhile. Nice to see you again. It's been a busy weekend.

Friday: I attended the USF Mass Communications banquet. I received my scholarship from Robert L. Hudson fund. $500. Cool. OMG the mass comm professor were getting pretty tipsy. It was just funny to see them rush the bar. The other people who sat at my table were so annoying. Totally "look at me" people. Definitely advertising or public relations majors.

Saturday: Finally got tickets for the Kenny Chesney concert. We paid out the ass for them, $250 for both. They better be damn good seats! So hence, If anybody would like to contribute money to our Cortney and Liz Are Broke Because We Had to See Kenny Chesney Charity, please send donations via paypal to Pinkliz02@yahoo.com. Thank you and we appreciate your support.

Sunday: race day

Big ProblemI have notice a very hideous fashion trend amongst guys that I must address. Guys who wear swim trunks as shorts. This bugs the crap out of me! Trunks should only be worn pool side or at the beach. OTHERWISE get some real shorts on! I saw a guy the other day in class wearing trunks! Argh!

The History of PSH!

2005-05-01T02:09:00.000-07:00

Recently, I have a friend who CLAIMS he said PSH! first. Not only is this simply not true but it was a rather amusing story so I figured I would share. The mystery of PSH shall be revealed.

Cort and I were at this party for someone's 21st birthday that shall remain nameless. Anyhow, for some reason or another the scenario played out like this: Cort and I were the only girls there. The birthday boy received a new PS2 game. Spiderman. Like moths the boys flocked to the screen and plaid their little game. Cort and I found a little corner to go hide in and chat and well lets face it drink. So we are over there doing our own thing when one of the boys, the effeminate one, came over to chill with us. He started getting into his romance problems and such. We were ready to dish out advice because we are experts...at everything. So we start off by saying, "PSH! You know what? You don't need her she sounds like a skank ho anyway." Some where along the lines we thought it might be a good idea to call her. So we did and PSH we told her what we thought. It may have been the alcohol but for some reason we were cracking up everytime we said PSH. It stuck after that.

Other key notes of the night, when the males finally realized the real entertainment was in the corner not on TV they came over to where we were. Cort had to go to the bathroom and I was left alone. I sort of felt like a sheep in a pact of wolves so I scream, "OMG Cortney don't leave me alone with all these creepy guys!" Mind you I did know like half of them.

Oh and here's another gem of the night. The landlord was there when we got there. He had a very strange voice, sort of like those people who have throat cancer and have to have the hole put in their throat. At any rate, this was late afternoon we figured he'd take his creepy ass home when he realized that he wasn't invited. Well, pizza came and we're scrambling for cash to pay and then he announces, "Don't worry, pizza's on me." TRANSLATION: "I bought the food I get to stay around." So he did. And he was creepy. And in all actuality, that's why we hid in that corner in the first place.

Hmmm, if anything else resurfaces from that night I will make sure to add it. I have pictures but ya not unless there is great demand to see them. PSH out.

Maybe I should change this blog to "Memoirs of a CT"

2005-04-28T23:48:00.000-07:00

Hmmm...so going through all my pictures from high school, I must say I am a lot hotter now. Dammit, I was at least cute back then!

Lately everybody has been bringing up stuff about high school. I must admit I miss some of it. What do you miss about high school?

Top 10 Things I Miss About High School:

10. Friday night football games (even though B'dale SUCKED and I only went freshmen
year)
9. CarniBULL (making our bad ass hot dogs down at the CT stand)
8. Graduation- even though I tripped.
7. Mr. Dyches, Ms. McEwen, Mrs. Lopez, Mr. Blount
6. Bomb threats- esp when I was in ISS for not being at school on time ever lol
5. Dances
4. Lunch in room 272 and the food fights
3. Mr. Roman- Or Louis since he was trying to mack on me
2. Stupid crushes!

AND THE NUMBER ONE THING I MISS ABOUT HIGH SCHOOL:
1. CT- The paper was called Crimson Times and I was sooo on it and the nickname was CT but as some of you may know...CT is dirty! If you don't know ask Lopez. She knows the T is for tease and the C is for a part of the male anatomy! And I miss most of my CT buddies. Good times.

As I was making that I was thinking of all the things I hated. So maybe tomorrow I will make a list of that! Maybe I will randomly make lists everyday. It's kind of fun.

So I got to be Wilber's bitch today. He made me in charge of Student Evals. Surprised? Why? He called on me for EVERYTHING this year. None the less, I still think the world of him and cannot wait to see him again next fall.

Really strange thing. I was at work almost closing time and I was sitting on the floor with this kid who is normally rambunctious. Well, I was sitting there helping him figure out these puzzles and mazes. I started thinking how much I kind of still would like to be a teacher. As much as I hate my job sometimes, I do love those kids to death. I worked with a new girl tonight. I don't think she will last long. She doesn't seem to like kids. She just looked disgusted by them.

So I don't know what else to say. Summer is almost here. Aside from the classes I have to take, let the party begin!

~Lata~

2005-04-28T01:42:00.000-07:00

Gardner's WTF? Masterpiece of The Attack of the Lizzinator. See what spending an hour with Col Sanders will do to you?

Cort1184: u must block out all thoughts of food and sex...think of school

2005-04-28T01:37:00.000-07:00

The quote of above just describes the last few weeks of the semester. Don't be prude and pretend it doesn't, because you know it does. And don't be fresh by thinking you can help solve the latter problem, because you CAN'T!

So I had a friend IM me today saying, "Oh so and so said you look hotter than you did in highschool." WHY on earth do I hear that all the time??! I actually take it lightly but I still think it's hilarious. The other thing I get is, "You have lost so much weight since highschool!" Um, no really I haven't but thank you. Hmm, I'll have to go through the files and post a picture from highschool to prove my point. I was hot back then, but I was a closet badass. Ya that's right honor court PSH! Oh wait that's right one more thing, Bloomingdale sucked. Ya that must be why I slipped through the cracks unnoticed.

Some days I feel like I have adult A.D.D. Today is one of those days.

The above picture is courtesy of my friend Gardner, as I call him. We have Communications Law together. Along with Chris and Cort. Anyway, the professor looks identical to Col Sanders, KFC. And he is boring as hell. Sadly I will miss that class. I had a blast making fun of all the idiots in there. Honestly, a whole other post! Anyway, out of boredom and pure evil he drew this picture of me, the Lizzinator eating the towns people. I am sure he will be happy to make a comment and describe the inspiration for the piece.

Today, I decide, weather is getting nice out. I think I will wear a skirt. So I wear a skirt a green flippy skirt. Too bad it was a freaking windstorm outside. So Hello world meet Liz's ass. Pretty much described my day.

So it's late, I am tired. I need sleep for my spectacular oral presentation tomorrow!! Nighty!!

PS...Happy Belated Birthday Goebster!!!

DEFHALEN1: oh ok, i forgot, i'm in the domain of queen liz, lol, yes'm massa liz

2005-04-26T23:48:00.000-07:00

Picture courtesy of Tom DiPace Photography

Alex Rodriguez hit THREE homeruns Tuesday night against the Angels. So to all my bitch red sox loving friends: KISS MY YANKEE LOVING ASS tonight!! If I had a picture of my ass I would post it so you could all KISS IT!! The Yankees rule and Alex Rules. Eat it Beotch!

So now that I am done raving. What shall I blog about tonight? I always get some good ideas throughout the day and then I forget when I am at the computer. I would make a list of ideas throughout the day...but that would be admitting I am dork and this blogger is not ready for that yet!

Pet Peeve of the Day: In my advanced reporting class we have to give oral book reports. This girl got up there to do hers and as she talked I realized how freaking annoying she was. You know those people who talk like they have a wad of spit in their mouth? Ya she was one of those people. I know it's not her fault but still. The spit wad along with the million "Ummms" and "likes" drove me nuts. Just being honest.

Hey Jason, why don't I call you: The one that was supposed to be named Luke? Does that work Smithead? LOL.

Ok, so I have noticed comments between two females who have decided to speak about hockey prostitution and drug deals and what not. Let me just make this clear: This is LIZ's Blog! Comments shall only be made in reference to me and my greatness! LOL.

Over the past few days this blog has gotten a bunch of hits from different places! That's really exciting. I have noticed some people coming here from Facebook, who are you? I have noticed a lot of Virginians, who are you? (Besides Elissa, I know who you are, lol)Finally, there have been a lot of New Yorkers, who are you? Comment please!! Drop a line to say "hello."

Loser Alert:I will leave the following gentleman anonymous. I joined MySpace basically to redirect people over to this blog. Yes, I am dorkarific when it comes to my blog. Well, I had to post some pictures, basically shameless promotion. I received a message: "What would it take for me to convince you to allow me to take you out on a date?" Let's see...Getting off your lazy ass going out into the world and asking. WTF? Hello, loser, I don't date weirdos on the internet. Look at me! PSH, I am not egotistical, I know I am the shit. And next time you are thinking of asking a girl out over the internet: Get your shit straight, buy some flowers, ask properly and maybe then you will have success. Hope you all get a kick out of that

Here is an even better message I got: "he whats up just sayin hi and see whos new since i have nbeen on last i live in valrico too . alrite well hit me bacl if you wanna talk." I couldn't POSSIBLY make something that ridiculous up. So if anybody can translate that into English. I would greatly appreciate it, wait no I wouldn't.

About the headline, my friend G unit as I call him, IMed me with that earlier today. I thought it was funny.

CSBOLT84: yeah, i've discovered you may be onto something there

2005-04-24T22:36:00.000-07:00

It's the end of April, why the flip is it so cold? It's 54 degrees! Ok, northerners, are you done laughing? Seriously, too cold for Florida!

I was so excited by all the comments I have received over the past few days. Even though I know you all. Well almost all of you. Anyway, it was brought to my attention by one, Jason Smith, who commented along the lines of: "Alright, let me get this straight, your a redhead? I saw your pics but I just have to be sure." Jason, whatever are you implying? In all fairness, how do y'all know for sure that I am actually a redhead? I could very well be dying my hair. I now understand why a guy would want to know if I am red everywhere. So here for your viewing, pleasure, research, curiosity, whatever, is proof. Sorry I had to link it. I wouldn't want children to see THAT!

Tonight was the last episode of the Surreal Life 4! That makes me so sad! I love Chyna Doll! She is so cool. I posted a picture so we can all see the magnificent glory that is Chyna!

Love y'all, sorry, it's short, but I don't got shiz to talk about. Lata!

Red Rag Top

2005-04-22T22:53:00.000-07:00

WORK SUCKS! Alone, AGAIN. Except this time, they didn't even bother to tell me. I didn't find out until freako V called me. Oh and I didn't even touch on that yesterday. I have met V twice. Talked to her on the phone only a handful of times. She quit. Now she calls me every night to see how I am doing. It's so weird. I don't know her, she doesn't work there. Are you that lonely that you have to call people and pretend they are your friends? But anyways, she was the one to tell me that J is still sick and won't be coming in tonight.

So, after working 1-8 with no break, no food all day long, when I got off work I was starving. So I went and got something to eat. I placed my order and was filling up my drink when the manager comes up to me and says, "So you're a redhead?" WTF?? But you would be surprised how many times you get asked this when you are a redhead. So I smile politely and say, "Yep." Hoping that this would be the last of my torture. It never is. This just leads to, "Well your beautiful, don't ever change your hair color." OK Fine, I can accept that. Then I am waiting for them to finish my order. And he is talking to his employee. They mixed up and order or something. And he says really loudly, "I can't help it, the beautiful redhead distracted me!" Seriously the dude was pushing 50s.

This whole ordeal was just leads into another story I thought I would share. Possibly the most disgusting thing a guy has ever said to me. I was at the mall by USF wasting time before my class started. I was in a GIRLS store checking out accessories. There was some creepy looking guy lingering near by. Then it begins. He tells me he is looking for a birthday present for his little sister. Blah Blah small talk. Then he says, "So you're a redhead?" Yep. "Wow, I love your hair. You are really beautiful." Thanks. So yadda yadda he goes on for another 15 minutes about how gorgeous I am and stuff. Then he says it. The most DISGUSTING thing I have ever heard. He says, "So I noticed you're eyebrows are red, does that mean that you are red everywhere?" with a wink. I just looked at him and said, "I guess that's something you'll never know." and walked out. Really, how gross can you be?? Never would I ever go and ask a guy what color his pubes were. SICKO.

That's all for now folks. I figured since I had a picture of my pre-pubescent teen dream yesterday I should post a picture of a real hottie today. Tim McGraw. His voice his hot. Among other things. Enjoy. Remember: Every time you masturbate, God kills a kitten.

It's the Good Life. So Why Y'all Trippin'?

2005-04-21T22:47:00.000-07:00

I have said it before and I will say it again: I hate my work! J was hospitalized...again. Then V quit. Oh, I don't think I have ever mentioned V have I? Well, V introduced herself this way, "I am on antidepressants because my children drive me nuts. As long as I take my pills I am OK, but if I forget, I get really angry and moody." NICE. Now doesn't she seem like a great candidate to watch small children? So I ended up working alone tonight. I had 43 kids. Safe, sane and so much fun...it was not. Tons of crying babies. The older kids were pretty good. I'll give them a little credit.

OK this little story is totally pointless, maybe by the time it happened I had already lost my mind and that is why I found it so funny. There was this little kid, probably like 5 years old. He was playing with another kid, same age. Well after the friend left, the boy comes up to me with this Incredibles action figure and tells me that he wants to give it to his friend when he comes back. And so I say, "Oh well that is very sweet of you." Then the boy was like "Ya and he is going to bring me Yu-Gi-Oh cards in return." and so I say, "Well honey, it's probably not a good thing to trade things in here, his mom might get mad." And the boy was like, "No, he's my best friend and he is going to bring me Yu-Gi-Oh cards cause I don't have none." I just started cracking up. It was like their version of a drug deal. I know that's horrible but it was priceless. You had to see the look on this kids face. He was like I need those cards man!

Well speaking of work, I just thought I would throw this out there. Jesse McCartney is so cute. I mean if I were like 15 I would be all about him. But since I am not, I just think he is adorable. And I love his music too...you got me, I am a self proclaimed teeny bopper at heart. For those of you who don't know, because I understand there will be some of you. Jesse McCartney is a teen dream singer. He is also on some teen TV show that comes on the WB I guess. They play his music videos on the Disney Channel. Which is one of the only channels I am allowed to watch at work.

Anyway...I'll catch YOU..yes YOU on the flip side.

SWM Cowboy seeks SWF hoodrat--shoes optional

2005-04-21T00:19:00.000-07:00

Well my deprived step-children, I am back! My news editing project is done and now I have plenty of free time to spend with you, expanding your mind on issues of importance and such.

Well, I had mentioned the other day the 9 ways to be a loser at the beach. Consequently, Monday, at Subway, I found a 10th way to be an annoying guy in general. So, hence, I will just add to the list as necessary. This poor chick was trapped into what appeared to be a blind date with this guy. First of all, come on, you couldn't even take her to On Top of the Palms at USF? As if that wasn't loserific enough, this guy proceeded to talk about himself the ENTIRE time. Not only that, but he did so at eardrum shattering decibels! Honestly, all I could think about was, if I were this girl, I'd scarf my little $3.99 sandwich down, get up and run...to go beat up whoever set me up with this asinine fool. I swear to you, this guy was sooo loud! And he even laughed at everything he said...about himself. So Rule #486: Let the girl do some talking. Especially, if you have a hard time articulating conversation.

One of my best-est friends happens to be a guy. Chris. Now all together, Let's say Hi to Chris. For those of you who are a little slow, click on Chris's name and it will take you to his blog. Go on now, We'll wait here while you catch up...ready? Oh good. So anyway, I have known Chris for umpteenth years. I am naturally, protective over Chris, especially since he seems to have developed a strange taste in girls. Like, for instance, the other day he thought a homeless girl was hot. Now, there is nothing wrong with that, but it's a bit out there to hit on a chick with no shoes. To be fair to him and her both we don't know if she was actually homeless. She just didn't have shoes on. Anyway. Cort and I have been trying to find a decent chick for him. Basically one we approve of. He totally pointed out to us the other day that we are basically the only girls who would sit around with a guy and totally objectify girls. Now really, isn't he a lucky guy? So anyway, please weigh in on the situation.

I'm outtie like a rednecks belly button.

Everybody be loving themselves some pictures...

2005-04-20T18:33:00.000-07:00

Ya here are some pictures from Clearwater Beach. I would love to be all fancy and make little rows out of them but quite frankly that takes work. So deal with it for now...

Comment or I will eat you!

2005-04-20T00:21:00.000-07:00

Happy Tuesday all! I have been so bogged down lately with this News Editing project. It's hard to believe the semester is winding down. I will be happy for the much needed break and most importantly SLEEP!!

Peter Golenbock came by my advanced reporting class today. He is a very intense man. However, very interesting. He writes sport genre oral histories. I'm such a dork. I get so excited that the prof brings in these guest speakers.

I got hit on today twice. First, I am walking down the stairs in the Mass Communications building and some dumb guy was like "Oh hey girl, what's up with you?" I just said "Ew" and kept on going. I don't know. It was just soooo high school. Then some ghetto ass guys in a ghetto ass car decided to follow me with their stereos blaring while they said "What's up?" Really guys LESSON: Don't be so freaking pathetic. Girls like a challenge. I mean don't act like you are supreme king of the universe but don't act like a desperate pathetic little puppy or you will get eatin' up! LMAO--I am a man eater beware!!

Someone should comment. I know people are reading this blog. I would love to know more about all of you. Please comment!! And if you know me personally and you read my blog take a minute to say "Hi." Much appreciated!

I am still looking for another job...Any suggestions? Well...I promise tomorrow I will write an epic of a blog but tonight I am tired and worn out. Enjoy the pictures...Peace Y'all.

Sick Bastard I Hope You Rot in Hell

2005-04-17T23:57:00.000-07:00

Let God have mercy on your souls David Onstott, John Couey, Joseph P. Smith, Willie Crane. Your day is coming for what you did to innocent little children. If it were me, I would hang you from a tree and castrate you. Then I would encourage the town's people to come by and throw rocks at you. Let you die slowly and painfully the way you did to the those poor little girls. I am sorry but I just don't understand how anyone can have that much disregard for a child's life. Fuck you to all of them and I hope you rot in Hell.

2005-04-17T00:28:00.000-07:00

Me at the ultra windy Clearwater Beach.

Hot Cha Cha Cinna Bon Bon

2005-04-17T00:13:00.000-07:00

So, we went to the beach today and had some fun. It was super windy though. I mean we just got sandblasted! We eventually broke down and got one of those umbrella and chair deals. $8. Ha, but we so got it for free. So that helped keep the sand out of our face. The wind made it cold too.

So fellas. Let's chat. Obviously there are some sorry ass guys out there that need some help. Because we meant them all at the beach today.

1. It's a beach. Expect to see girls in bikinis. If you can't handle it, stay home. Don't walk behind a girl and say "Damn, that's hot." Ya, I know my ass is hot. Stop drooling.
2. Don't sit within 5 feet of someone else at the beach. So not cool. Furthermore, don't be creepy and just move closer, then rotate so that you are perpendicular to us, and then perch yourself up so you have a better view. We have eyes too. We can see you. AND if you are going to do all this, then don't whistle. You are 2 feet away, why not say, "hello."
3. "Hey, pretty momma, come here." Anything that includes "come here" is wrong. If you want to talk to me, then walk your ass over here otherwise, buh bye.
4. Throwing or kicking a ball, especially a soccer ball, directly at a girl and then saying, "hey a little help?" is LAME. Doing it more than once is ULTRA LAME.
5. No girl is ever going to talk to you after you walk by and make a kissing noise at her. It's ultra creepy. What are you trying to accomplish?
6. "Hey, don't leave the beach so soon, come here!" Obviously, I'm not leaving if I don't have my beach bag with me, what do you think? I was laying in the sand with no towel? I am trying to use the bathroom. SHUT UP. Seriously, 5 guys, stopped their game of football, to carry on with this crap as we walked up the beach to the bathrooms.
7. Don't sneak up out of nowhere and try to hold a conversation. If we weren't looking at you, don't come over. Not interested. Oh and if a girl tells you she is from Ohio. She's lying. That's code for...I don't want to talk to you go away. And no it's not impressive that your aunt's band plays in the town I pretend to live in.
8. If you are 40, I am sorry, but you can't see my tits or ass. I don't care how cool you think your bike is. I'm still not impressed.
9. If you have your girlfriend with you. Stop staring you pig! I know you wish your girlfriend was hot like me, but still. Not cool.

Yes all of these things happened. All different guys. We even had some repeat offenders. Hopefully this will serve as some help for guys with no clue trying to be cool.

Peace, Love and PSH!

Loogey Lola

2005-04-15T23:06:00.000-07:00

Well hello! Man, I am exhausted but TGIF!! I had to work all day today. I am kind of pissed off about something that happened at work. The manager asked T to work part-time at the front desk. But, T had to cut back on her hours in kidzercize so how is it that she is going to keep her days back there and work extra at the front desk? As it is she never covers back in kidzersize. Then she has the nerve to come brag that Tara asked her to work up there! And that she was going to get a raise. Tell me how fair that is. She has work there 2 months and will be making 25 cents less than me and I have been there for 3 1/2 years! So I need a career change, and suggestions?

I have been getting a bunch of hits lately! I am really glad you all enjoy reading my blog. I would also love to hear from some of you! I have noticed some returning visitors. So please by all means drop a line, give me some suggestions!

So my random story of the day. After work I went to Wally World. I am checking out and the cashier notices that I purchased chocolate milk (YUMMY). Well I found these nifty little travel size containers. She was like, "Oh how neat! Is this choc milk?" and then she proceeds to tell me how she loves chocolate and she loves milk but she can't have a lot because it makes her build up a lot of mucus. But she can't resist it. She especially loves chocolate ice cream. But it produces a lot of mucus. Mucus mucus mucus. I'm like lady keep your mucus to yourself, I don't want to hear about it. Oh but then she proceeds to ask me what she should do to cut down on her mucus production. I told her drink soy milk. Who knows maybe it would work. It was pretty random.

Beach season has finally arrived!! I am sooo all about the beach tomorrow!! I cannot wait! Until then, hasta pasta!

Sexual Predators and Chicken

2005-04-14T22:29:00.000-07:00

Why is Tampa so flucked up? Literally this has to be the freak show capital of the world. In general Florida is flucked up too. I mean we have hit at least 10 kids already this year with school buses. We lost at least 5 or 6 kids that made national news. That or we just have a random story making news about a bunch of hoodlums beating up people over a playstation! It really concerns me that we have another missing little girl. Now they are questioning a sexual predator that had a relationship with her mom. I really hope they find her and she is safe. I don't understand the psyche of people who want to hurt little children. They are so innocent. Why take that away from them?

Well on this note I thought I would share my random experience with a sexual predator. Hey I live in Florida, like I said, Freak Show capital, I'd like to know the statistics on how many sexual predators we actually have. It's probably disheartening, like 1 in 5 or something. This all started 3 years ago. Cort and I went to our favorite restaurant, TGI Fridays. Our waiter was a guy. Anyway at the end of our lunch the waiter slips us his phone number and tells us to call him sometime. We really didn't think anything about it. We never called either. So anyway, a couple of weeks later we go back to TGI Fridays and he ended up being our waiter again. He remembered us and we just kind of chatted it up no big deal. He seemed really nice, but neither of us was like interested in him. At the end of our meal, he gave us his phone number again. But again we didn't call him. So we go back again in a week or so and before we are even seated we see him and he told us to ask to be seated in his section. So we did. Anyway, so we talked and joked around and stuff and he kept wanting us to hang out with him but we just kind of kept saying "ya sure later." Well, we didn't want to piss him off because like I said he was a nice guy just not our type. So I gave him my phone number. So anyway, he'd call every once in awhile and want us to hang out but I would usually just make up something. We would end up always sitting in his section at TGI Fridays. Literally we went there about once a week. Jack Daniels chicken, muy bien. Really at that point he seemed harmless. He always made sure to hook us up when we went there, of course he flirted with us but it was all in fun and friendship. Well as sometime went on, things weren't so funny anymore. He always would come sit at our table and chat with us. Well now he decided instead of just chatting he was going to cop a feel. So he'd sit there and try to rub on our legs or touch us in some way. He would rotate whom he was going to violate. So then one day he decides I should hook up with his friend. He introduces us. Let just say REALLY NOT INTERESTED. We’ll leave it at that. Ok at this point I am going to give them names, Doug and his friend Ralph. Those aren't their real names. So anyway. I was talking to a friend of mine one day and somehow we started talking about TGI Fridays. He mentioned that he knew a guy that worked there. And I was like, "Oh really? I have a few friends that work there." Ends up the guy he knows is Ralph. So he tells me to stay away from Ralph because he is really messed up. Something about he is going to court because he raped some girl while on ecstasy. So anyway. Our trip to TGI Fridays became less frequent and I stopped answering when Doug called. Well, a couple months later we end up going there thinking neither of them worked there still. We were wrong. Doug found us. Made us move to his section. Well anyway, we started talking about high school and ends up Doug went to the same high school as us but he graduated before us. But he had a little brother in the same class as Cort. So she asks, "Oh what's his name?" and he tells us. We'll call him Steve. Then he had to leave to go wait on some other table. Cort shocked tells me "Doug is a rapist!" She elaborated. Her mom was looking on the Florida Sexual predator search Web site one day and found that one sexual predator lived in their neighborhood and the sexual predator lived in the same house as her friend, Steve. So that night I look up Doug's name on Hillsborough County Sheriff's Office's web page under arrest records. Sure enough, Doug had been arrested 5 times in the last 5 years for rape! On minors! So safe to say...we drove to the University next time we wanted TGI Fridays. Neither of us has seen him for about a year. It's just creepy to know that these people are everywhere! I mean with a record like his I can't believe he was hired to work at a restaurant!

Rockin Bitch Liz

2005-04-14T22:07:00.000-07:00

I got a letter in the mail today saying that I have been selected to receive a Mass Communications scholarship! I already have one that pays 75% so this one will just finish the other 25% plus give me extra cash for books. I am not sure how much it is for. I will find out April 29 because they are holding a School of Mass Communications awards and honors dinner. It's going to be held at the Tampa Palms Golf and Country Club.

PS Its my sisters birthday today!! So Happy Birthday Kelly!!

How %@&#*! stupid can one twit be???

2005-04-14T13:15:00.000-07:00

Really how stupid can one twit be? Here is the deal. I get to USF 30 minutes early today so I decide to park in the library. Anyone who has tried to park at USF midday knows this dilemma but for anyone who does not know how bad parking is, let me explain. The Trib did a story on USF one time. I don't remember the exact statistics but I want to say it was reported that USF has 20,000 students and only 14,000 parking spaces. So you can do the math. To get a good space you have to sell a kidney. Back to my story, so I am driving through the back lot of the library and I see this guy loading up his SUV so I stop and put my blinker on. I left some room for people to drive around because this guy was still loading and it was a narrow passage area. So I am sitting there...blinker on...and there was a girl behind me well after a few minutes she pulls around me...You know I had thought maybe she was didn't want to wait...Nope...she pulls around stops in front of me, puts her blinker on and starts waiting on MY SPACE!!!! I swear to you! I could not believe my eyes! I pulled up on her bumper and started screaming, flipping her off, I would have honked my horn but it doesn't work. So ya, she got MY SPACE. Really, how stupid can you be? Or heartless? I mean all USF students can relate to the pain of trying to find a flipping spot, why would you do that??! So I drive off. Thankfully since it is the end of the semester less people actually come to class so I was able to get a spot in the last row. So I get my stuff together and walk to class...of course I had to walk by her car. You wouldn't believe it...she was still sitting in her car! I mean really, I could almost somewhere see how she could have pulled a move like that had she been so desperate because she had a report that was due in the next 5 mins and had she not turned it in on time she may fail the class...but no this was not the case. She was just some dumb twit. It took everything in me, and the fact that I cannot be late to good ol' Dr. Wilber's class, not to knock on her window and chew her out. But really what would that accomplish? All said and done...it's over now...it's actually kind of funny. Just remember little black Jetta twit...Karma is a bitch! No, I am not saying that I hope later today you choke on a piece of gum. No, I am not saying that I would be ecstatic if your tires go flat. No, I am not even saying that I hope this happens right back to you. I hope you have a wonderful day lil Ms. Jetta Twit. Because if you have to get your wins by stealing other people's parking spot you are a sad sad individual. I will blog later...

OMG Peter Pan emailed me and Britney's Preggos

2005-04-13T23:55:00.000-07:00

I put that oh so adorable picture of my baby boy up there because I got an email from Peter Pan today! Yes you heard me correctly. So how this all began. Last week when I checked my favorite blogger's blog, http://danaandkyla.blogspot.com/, shameless plug for the MILF diaries, she had posted something about the Peter Pan guy from Tampa. I had seen his site before but I didn't know he was from Tampa. So anyway I thought he might enjoy the fact that I dressed up my baby chihuahua as Peter Pan last Halloween. And why did I do that? 1. I had to dress up for work and I wanted to be Tinkerbell. 2. He is so small none of the costumes in the stores fit him. So I decided to make his costume and match me, so boom he was Peter Pan. So I emailed him a picture last week of Machismo as Peter Pan. Well, today he finally emailed me back! But the picture didn't go through in the email. So I tried to email him the picture again. And he emailed me back because it still didn't go through. He even sent me a long explanation as to why he thinks it didn't go through. He seems like such a nice guy. Just quiet and calm. I don't know it was really cool to get an email from Peter Pan. And Bonus he's a nice guy. It's too bad there isn't more Peter's out there!

I have been working like crazy to finish up all my projects for the end of the semester. I have a 3-5 page paper due for Public Relations. For news editing I have to edit and fact check 18 stories then lay them out over four pages. For advanced reporting I am working on a piece about why certain venues in Tampa failed. It's four pages so far! I also have a features article due for him...and I have to finish reading "Among Schoolchildren" and give an oral presentation for the book. Then for Comm Law I just have to take the Final.

I did some interviewing today. Just talking to random folk. I really enjoy doing that. It's always so hard to find people though just because I hate interrupting people who are doing homework or eating. But it's cool hearing other people's point of view.

So I had nothing too exciting to blog about today. Sorry. At any rate, please leave a comment!! I know people are looking...I have a counter! Let me know who you are! But if not it's ok. I understand how it is...Peace Y'all.

2005-04-13T16:07:00.000-07:00

My little Peter Pan, Halloween 2004.

Triggerfish Twist

2005-04-12T23:50:00.000-07:00

I have a new idea for the blog. Instead of posting day to day reports I am just going to start sharing random experiences. I have realized my life is just not that exciting. If something does happen then I will at least mention it or make the entire blog about it.

For instance today, Tim Dorsey came by and spoke with my advanced reporting class. He is an author for those of you illiterate fools! If you are from Tampa or Florida I recommend you read Dorsey, he is hands down the best dark humor writer from the area. He is really nice too.

today's story: This past Valentine's Day, I was hit on by a total stranger...at Subway...kinda. My friends Chris, Cort and I always go there after class on Mondays and Wednesday. V-day was on a Monday. So we are standing in line and this random guy kept smiling at us (Cort and Me). Next thing I know, Chris has turned around and began talking to him. So I figure they knew each other from back in the day. So when Chris is done talking to him, I ask him who is friend is and he says he doesn't know him. Then when we get back to the table, Chris tells us that the guy just randomly started talking to him. The dudes name was Patrick. So Patrick asks Chris if either of us were his girlfriend. In which Chris just laughed and said, "No." Then Patrick wanted to know if Chris had a girlfriend, again, "No." Then lonely Patrick tells Chris that he doesn't either, but he's thinking of asking somebody out this Valentine's Day. At this, Chris just turned around and stopped talking. Now on this note...we really aren't one hundred percent sure...was he hitting on us chicas? or Chris? At any rate it was pretty funny. Kind of sad. A little pathetic. But Patrick wherever you are, good luck of your search.

Guess who is rocking the multimedia journalism class at USF this fall?

2005-04-12T23:13:00.000-07:00

If you guess me, then congratulations, you are right! Students had to apply for the class and only 12 were selected based on their grades and application. As a part of this class, I will get to have class and work at the Media General building in downtown Tampa. This is where WFLA, The Tampa Tribune, and TBO.com are produced. The class teaches aspects of working in a converged journalism setting. At the end of the semester, I will get to work on a packet that will run in the Tribune and be on TBO.com! And if you are dying to know more about the class you can visit this site:
http://www.coedu.usf.edu/pt3/downloads/Bajkiewicz/

Lizzy Does Dallas...you wish

2005-04-11T23:50:00.000-07:00

Mondays suck. I have school all day and then I go straight to work. Then when I get home I end up staying up all night to do homework! El Old Man Creepo was out on the prowl today. As soon as I got in the building he was perched in his usual place ready to attack. I have learned to combat the weirdness I smile first as I breeze on by.

So then I am obviously late for News Editing because realistically when am I ever on time? Before I enter class Dr. Miller calls me to follow him to his office. I go with him and he tells me of all the technology troubles he is having and wants to email the News Editing Project to me. So I go and chat it up with him for a bit. Then I leave to start work on the project and I realize he is still talking to me while I am like half way down the hall. At any rate I get to class and open the project. We have to edit a bunch of stories and layout four pages. Now my question. USF has money. I know because I- er the state of Florida- pay out the ass for me to attend. The library has nice computers and virtually every other departments computer lab is filled with shiny Dells. Why the HELL is the mass communications department stuck with 1990 Apples?? Seriously these things freeze at the site of the print key. So for some unknown godforsaken reason in order to view simple word doc you have to change the view like 3 times. Zoom in, zoom out, master copy, normal. It won't let you scroll while in zoom mode. Headache.

Comm Law, Courson totally discussed porn for an hour. How gross is this...he actually mentioned Debbie Does Dallas and Tracy Lords. PR class, lord help him I love my PR prof but he's pretty boring sometimes.

So work. Yet another night of 50+ kids. I swear some days I am going to lose my mind. I love kids to death but this job is serious birth control. So the story of the night. This obnoxious little 6 year old Jordan. I could not believe the crap this kid pulled. He was so disrespectful. He was pitching a fit because he didn't want to be there. So then he decides he is going to do whatever the Hell he wants. So he jumps into the rocking chair and starts rocking and almost flies backwards. I catch him and tell him to get out of the chair and he says "No!" and refuses to move. Finally I get this kid out of the chair and he walks off with his little temper tantrum picks up a toy and throws it in anger. So I tell him that we don't throw toys in here. SO anyway this behavior continues over the course of the next 10 minutes. So I call his mother to handle the problem because quite frankly I have 30 other children to watch. So I explain to her what was going on. What does she do?? I kid you not, she pats his head and says "aw are you ready to go home?" Then she leaves him there to go finish her workout. So the behavior continues except now he has added a smile into the mix. So I called her again and told her to leave. Honestly how could someone not even care that their child has no respect? He threw toys at us! and told us to shut up! and she pats him on the head and says "aww poor baby."

So my Kenny Chesney dilemma may be figured out. We may get a group together and do it up suite style. From there I will have to find my way down to touch Kenny's ass. Because I will touch Kenny's ass. Let it be known...Kenny's ass...it's going to be touched by Liz. Peace y'all.

Doncha?

2005-04-10T00:03:00.000-07:00

So not much happened today. Just practiced being lazy. I am feeling better than yesterday but still not 100% Lizzerific. So mainly I slept and did some homework.

OMG, was totally looking through my planner and realized, my Public Relations paper is due next Monday. So I figured I better get started. Public Relations and the Presidents: The History. Really, who doesn't have an opinion?

I am sooo pissed. I was looking forward to this weekend. I wanted to go out. I didn't even care where just out. But then this headache and sneezing sniffling thing is just not hot. So, instead Cort and I went out to Cheddars. The waiter was pretty delicious. We really couldn't decide if he had an ass though. For some reason this just enthralls us...more and more guys seem to have no ass disease. It's really sad. LMAO. So we are leaving Cheddars and this group of girls and dudes is coming in. One of the guys stayed behind and held the door open for us and was totally checking us out. As the doors closes Cort says, "Don't ya wish your girlfriend was hot like me?" Totally cracked me up. Apparently it's a song by some girl names Tori Amablaze. Now it's my new saying. LOL. We used to always say "Caught your boyfriend looking" when dudes with chicks would look.

So my main dilemma. I NEED KENNY CHESNEY TICKETS!! It's a long story, why I DON'T have them. If anybody can help that would be great.

The race is at Martinsville tomorrow. I am excited. Short track, there should be lots of wrecks. Hopefully, Junior will stir clear of them. SO anyway I have nothing interesting to blog so farewell till tomorrow.

2005-04-08T18:33:00.000-07:00

My little Machismo

Get down with the Sickness

2005-04-08T18:30:00.000-07:00

I am so sick! I just took some medicine so I am hoping it will knock me out soon. I have a sinus headache, sore throat, ear ache, chest pain and I am utterly exhausted! I have known a few people who have had this or similar in the last few weeks.

I took Machismo to the vet today. There is a picture of him below, I guess. It took me forever to figure out how to post the dang picture, I wanted it above the post but oh well. Anyway I took him to the vet for some boosters. Which are free because he's on this PetSmart puppy program. Well by the time I got out of there I had paid $140! He had an ear infection so I knew that was going to run my bill up but then I had to get him flea prevention and heart worm pills. So here is my dilemma. The flea prevention cost $50, the heart worm pills cost $32. I looked on 1800petmeds.com and saw both medications for over half off. I haven't opened them yet. Do you think the vet will let me take the meds back? I don't know but I am going to try. Poor little Machismo, he's so pathetic after he gets a shot. He has just laid in his kennel all day.

Work was OK. J came in. She seemed to be feeling better. She is really weird though. Like I would be in the middle of talking to her and she would start wheezing loudly and act like she wasn't. And it wasn't like an involuntary thing it looked like she was conjuring up a hairball. I didn't really know what to do...Like do you keep talking and act like everything? I did. OMG. So common sense, why do some people lack it? Honestly. So, this mom brings in her 3 kids. Well her daughter has a dodge ball. I tell her that she is not allowed to bring it in. The mom snaps at me saying, "Well someone already told her she could!" and I said, "Well, we have a policy that we do not allow the kids to bring toys from home." and she kept on with her "Someone told her she could" thang. So finally, I was like "Well if she brings it in she can't bounce it or throw it. The minute she does I am going to have to take it away." Really, how hard is that to understand? We are INSIDE and there are babies as young as 6 months in there. This is not the makings for dodgeball. Her kids are smart mouth little things too. I feel bad for kids like that. It's no one but their parents fault. I mean her mom obviously has no respect for others so why should they?

Anyway, I am trying to think of some interesting additions to this blog. Any ideas?

Drama at Work...Imagine That!

2005-04-07T01:31:00.000-07:00

So, I didn’t have school today. Thanks to my main newspaper prof Dr. Wilber. I tried to relax but had a crapola load of homework and projects to work on. It was nice not to have to make the drive out to USF though.

If only I could have been so lucky and not go to work also. I swear, my advice to all, never work solely with women! Very bad idea! So lets reminisce, yesterday, I so kindly came in on MY DAY off…. mind you my only week day off…to cover for A (I am going to just use first initials because that’s easiest, if you are having a hard time following, thank me for today’s lesson in logic). So today I go in and find out that J isn’t coming in because she has walking pneumonia. Well, in fact nobody’s coming in. Mind you, every night this week we have had 50 or more kids in there. And nobody’s coming in! So C (the girl that works during the day) tells me that T said she isn’t coming in because it’s her day off and she has stuff she wants to do. My goodness gracious I am soooo glad that I am not burdened with THAT! I have all the free time in the world. So anyway, finally we get a hold of A, who says that she can come in but only stay till 6 because she has to go to a SGA meeting. So anyway, while we were at work, T calls A and tells her that she can’t meet her up there tonight to work out since she told them she wouldn’t work…she didn’t want to look hypocritical. So instead she decided to go to the mall. NICE huh?? Ya so that’s the last time I am helping her ass out. Then I also find out T had made an off hand comment about me on Monday. T told C that she thinks it’s unfair that she has to come in at 3 and leave at 9 but some people (meaning me) can come in at 4 and leave at 8. Well, hmmm, I only work more hours than her and have been there 3 years longer…oh well I guess that’s the way the cookie crumbles… if you don’t like it…I make the schedule…I don’t care…and you can kiss my ass and have a nice day. Seriously, she closes one night a week. Go to work, do your job and stop making people hate you. Is it that hard? Apparently.

Work wasn’t all that bad. The kids were good. I was just up on my feet running around chasing them all night so now I am exhausted! This totally made my day, there’s a little boy who I have watched since he was 6 months old, he is 3 now, he told me today, “You’re breaking my heart, Liz!” Honestly how stinking cute is that!! I love him to death! Also one of the moms made us erm, cookies, I think. They were not too good. The main problem is that they couldn’t decide if they wanted to be cookies or fudge. It was a sweet gesture. I gave them to the kids and they liked 'em.

So anyway, I am tired. Later!

PSH and creepy old men...

2005-04-06T23:02:00.000-07:00

I decided to blog. I need free therapy. Not that I am crazy but there's always some sort of weird event or drama going on. Now I can vent and you all can read about my oh so interesting life.

So lets see, what happened today. There is this like 50+ year old professor guy that stands over the railing of the stairs in the mass comm building and sometimes he's in his office which has a huge window that looks out onto the stairs. On Monday he totally stared me down smiling. I mean he actually turned around to continue staring as I walked away. I smiled to be polite but it totally creeped me out. So Tuesday same thing. Then today I am already running late and oh shit there he is perched in position waiting. So I go up the stair because at this point there is no way to take an alternative route get up to the top, yes the staring smiling freak attack has begun. I smile nicely at him and go back to looking down and avoiding contact. He then stops me and tells me that he sees me everyday. I am like "Ya I have morning class right around the corner" and so he's all like, "Well I just try to make you smile everyday. I have made this my personal mission for this semester to make you smile anyway I can." Mind you, there are a shitload of mass comm students he's not running down with this ish. But I am nice and says "Well thanks, I'll look out for you." Because really what do you say? "Ya well that's pretty creepy. Your personal mission could be to save little starving children but no instead you chose to stalk me and I thank you for that." so anyway...He then tells me that he's gonna try his hardest to make me smile even if he has to stick pencils up his nose. I mean maybe he is just a nice guy but he gives me creepy vibes. I am going to be nice but why me?

Miller's class was same ol same ol. Comm Law...Oh ya I totally rocked Chapter 1o with a perfect 100 on the test. Unheard of. Usually I get 70s. Lunch....the usual. PR, well I was contemplating not going to my PR class...just because I didn't feel like it. But he actually sent us out to do an assignment so good thing I did go.

So then onto work. I work at a women's gym, in the daycare. I wasn't suppose to go but since I am such a great employee I covered for one of the girls so she could go to some NHS thing. BIG MISTAKE. We had 56 kids. I swear I am going to lose my mind. At one point we had 5 babies. It was just chaos the entire night. Nothing too out there though. I have been getting these horrible headaches lately. I am a little scared I sustained a nose injury. Ya the sad part? It was from a 18 month old kid. This happened over a month ago. He was sitting in my lap, looking down, I go and look down at him and then he pops his head up and clonks me right on the nose. It was one of those things where tears start welling in your eyes. But ever since then I get headaches and they start in my nose bridge. I don't know if this makes sense or not. It's really weird.

I guess that's all. I am sooooo tired so lata.