Hometown: The Roch, MI (aka. The Crotch, aka. Crotchscratcher, aka. Crotchmolester, aka. Rochester)
Currently Living: Clawson, MI
Height: 5'8
Weight: Ha ha, yeah right
Favorite Color: Blue (preferably navy)
Profession: Researcher
Favorite Nickname: Trick, Sloan
Favorite Drinks:Vodka Tonic, Guinness, Diet Dr. Pepper, Dirty Martinis, red wine
Favorite TV Show: Friends, Sex & The City, Project Runway, The Amazing Race, Iron Chef America
Least Favorite TV Show: A Baby Story, I Love Lucy, Martha Stewart, Everybody Loves Raymond, every hour long drama
Favorite Books: The History of Love, Beloved, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Fight Club, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The of Being, SurUnbearable Lightness vivor, Empire Falls, The Corrections, The Bell Jar
Favorite Movies: Little Miss Sunshine, Anchorman, The 40 Year Old Virgin, Wordplay, American Beauty, Life is Beautiful, Amelie, Breakfast Club, Singin In The Rain, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sleeping Beauty, Dancer in the Dark, Duets, The Virgin Suicides, The Manchurian Candidate (1962), Austin Powers I, II & III, My Best Friends Wedding, Moulin Rouge, Tommy Boy, Billy Madison, The Shining, Gone With The Wind, Bridget Jones' Diary, Chicago, Love Actually
Guilty Pleasure Movies: Xanadu, Dirty Dancing, Overboard, Groundhog Day, Steel Magnolias, 10 Things I Hate About You, Bond movies, Footloose, Clue, Murder By Death, High Spirits, A Cinderella Story
What I Do Too Much: Check email, crossword puzzles, complain about my job to friends and family,
Obsessions: sushi, Indian food, ranch dressing, toenail polish, song lyrics, hands, awards shows, symmetry, avocados, maps, dreams, This American Life, the display in my car that tracks my MPG
Pet Peeves: loud eaters, slurping, gulping, arrogance, snoring, bad grammar, repetition, late mergers, ripping cardboard, the word "chunky", intolerance, couples in a restaurant sitting on the same side of a booth, pop-up ads, privacy manager, men that drive without shirts on, being foolish, unfairly jumping to conclusions, being made fun of, cat-calling, people who type too hard
Greatest Fear: crossing bridges
Relaxing Activites: late night drives to sing by myself, headstands, hot baths,
Wish I Was: Ansel Adams, Jenifer Aniston, in love, living alone
Prized Possessions: ring from my grandparents, flower pot of my Grandma's, electric blanket (temporarily broken), tongue scraper, my bed
Craziest Thing Ever Done: getting a tattoo, strip Jenga
Things I Eventually Want To Do: skydive, buy a guitar, learn how to play the aforementioned guitar, take flying lessons, travel to France, write a novel, learn how to play the harp, tap dancing lessons, run a marathon
Thursday, December 21, 2006 The dust has only just begun to form crop circles on the carpet....Multiple things....
First, if you have an opportunity, if she's in your area, Go see Imogen Heap!! The boy and I went the other night and were enjoyed it muchissimo. When I was listening to her CD earlier in the day I found myself thinking, "How exactly is she going to get all of this electronic kind of sound to her songs?" (particularly with "Hide and Seek"). And lo and behold, she had all kinds of neat little toys to loop her singing or distort her voice. It was pretty impressive. When she sang "Let Go" with just the piano and the French horn, I very literally was moved to tears. So go go go! She was fantastic!
Second, I just found out today that one of the papers that I am a co-author on was accepted for publication. Yippee! Now just one more big beast to go and then I can clean my docket of things that have been staring me in the face for a year.
Third, last weekend my familia celebrated Christmas. Yes, apparently we missed the memo that Christmas was in fact the following week, but who doesn't love a mid December Chrismahannaukwaanzakah celebration? In truth, the 'rentals came into town last week to visit and weren't staying through Christmas, so we celebrated early. That's not to say that we won't be celebrating again on Sun and Mon. Oh no. Any excuse to get together and eat obscene amounts of food is all good with us. So we had an absolutely great time, with, for some reason, my dad being the brunt of jokes for the weekend. Like everytime he would refill a glass of beer and walk away from it for a minute, my siblings or I would wolf it down so he would return to an empty glass and have to get another one. Or, after opening gifts, when we were waiting for my dad to come back downstairs, we all (all 13 of us) prepared our wrapping paper artillery and had an attack on padre when he returned. Ahhh yes, those moments of being a grown up 10 year old.
Fourth, I went to visit my other brother and his wife in Buffalo. Which was a great couple days (multiple hour car trip through the expanse of Canada excluded). They recently bought a new house which was gorgeous and a new ShihTzu puppy who, I'm still wishing, I had stuffed into my backpack and made a run for it. We would have been long past Niagra Falls before they would have noticed that she was gone. Ok, so we probably wouldn't have made it down the driveway. But still! It was a very very nice couple days.
Fifth, my favorite girl in the whole widest world, Steph returned from Italy this week, and not only did she bring back a gorgeous cashmere scarf as a gift for me (which I'm wearing right now btw), but she had a welcome home shindig last night. Where we were serenaded by carolers. They were hard core with guitar and all. So we stood on the porch with glasses of wine in hand and enjoyed the lovely tunes and had a great evening.
Sixth, as my secret Santa, Amy bought me a pedometer (sneaky gal listening to what I had to say and all). And it's fair to say that I'm obsessed. It's recommended that you walk 10,000 steps per day, and lemmetellya, that's a lot friggin harder than it sounds. On average, I probably only walk about 5,000-6,000. So I pretty much end up having to go for a walk in the evening to make up the difference, which is probably what I should be doin anyway. But still, I park as far away as I can, I take the stairs. Also, things that one should be doing anyway. But I'm a freak now, it's fair to say (so far today: 1,465 steps).
Seventh, as I always do, in the spirit of yearly wrap-ups, here is my Top Ten fav CDs of 2006:
And yes, Imogen's CD came out in 2005 but too bad. She was featured onsoume soundtracks this year so that's good enough for me. Oh, and without a doubt, my guilty pleasure song of the year was "Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls. I can't help myself.
Alright kids. This took me a long time to do, so I'm going to get back to work now. Hugs and kisses.
8:55 AM
Wednesday, December 06, 2006 Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked....And yet another wonderfully nauseating story to file away in the annals of "You deal with that at your job??!!
So apparently my research subject yesterday thought it was appropriate to sleep without any pants on. And I don't just mean in his skivvies, because I've had that happen in the past. But full-fledged, nekked, dropped trou in the middle of the afternoon in the middle of our lab. It was creepy creepy. He seemed normal at first, but then seemed to ask more than normal if there was a video camera in the room, if it was recording, who all is watching it, where in the ceiling it was. And he also didn't seem too inclined to use the covers so much either (NOTE: This is exactly why we put an additional sheet between the person and the comforter).
I don't know if I just misunderstood him and that him telling me that he just sleeps in a t-shirt and me assuming that meant t-shirt with somethin' on the bottom. Or if he figured we were doctors and nurses and were probably used to nude people all the time. But all I know is that I didn't need to see any old-man pubes (and thensome) yesterday. (I think I threw up a little in my mouth just writing that).
Interesting story #2. This morning on my way to work at 5:30am right down the street from where I work was an interesting site. About 2-3 dozen cop cars flying all over the place. With lights on, turning around in the middle of the street, running lights, flashing lights into people's cars. Turns out that a prisoner escaped from Detroit Receiving Hospital armed with a gun this morning. Riiiiight as I was driving by the building. Apparently he wrestled a gun away from a security guard and stole an ambulance. So the road I needed to take was blocked off as I was waiting to cross the intersection. It was strange that the only other cars I passed while going around the block were all cop cars. So that was my interesting morning.
It's been a wiley couple days around here. I'm so tired I can hardly even see straight, but I get to just keep doing it over and over again til I drop. Fun stuff!
12:59 PM
Monday, December 04, 2006 So we keep on waitin', waitin' on the world to change....Quick comment while I have a moment to vent: U of M got SCREWED. I can't even express how much I want to kick some AP and coaches ass. There's just no reason for Florida to be above them other than the fact that everyone is too chicken shit to acknowledge that the BCS DOESN'T WORK. Every damn year there are controversies about it. It's as though they were picking anyone who wasn't Michigan just because they shirked away from a Rematch. So what if the two best teams are from the same conference and one isn't the conference champ? That should be a testament to how competitive the Big Ten actually is. And what if Florida would have lost on Sat? Would they just have kept moving on down the list to pick anyone other than Michigan?
Comparison: U of M lost 1 game to the #1 team by one field goal. You really can't have a better season that that other than to be flawless. Florida on the other hand struggled every single week and lost their one game to a now #9 ranked Auburn by 10 points. That should say it all.
3 last things:
1. Had Ohio State lost to U of M back on November 17th, there is NO DOUBT IN MY MIND that Ohio State would still have been chosen to play in Glendale and the thought of a rematch wouldn't have freaked people out so much because they were such favorites all season. Why are the Wolverines ot given that kind of respect for their season?
2. I wonder if Lloyd Carr had been such a baby about things if it would have swayed people like Mr. Florida Crybaby did. Thank god that he had so much grace and class in accepting the decision. Like he said, "It's not the Michigan way."
3. I hope Florida gets stomped into the arid desert ground in Arizona and has to dig their asses out and return to the Sunshine State with the gator tails between their legs. I never thought I would root for the Buckeyes, but I would like everyone to see what a mismatch this is going to be so all those so-called-analysts can take a moment and think, "Huh, maybe this was a bad call."
