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Saturday, January 31, 2004

captain observant
REI cashier guy: "you've got it all put together with the red."
me: "yeah, i like red."
REI cashier guy: "even down to the red shoes."
me: "wow, you noticed the shoes... i'm impressed."
REI cashier guy: "yeah, not many guys would notice that."
me: "but not many girls walk into REI with heels, either."
REI cashier guy: "... yeah, good point ..."

Friday, January 30, 2004

blub blub
I'm drowning under the oceanic waves of paper piles at my desk, the smallest of which is approximately 2 inches thick, the thickest of which is 8 inches small, and the heaviest floating in my lap. Such is the nature of my job... nothing against Nature, but I'd appreciate seeing the sea reduced to a trickle.
i've got five on it
You have just won one million dollars:

1. Who do you call first?
The fam, of course.

2. What is the first thing you buy for yourself?
I'd pay off my student loans.... how boring and practical is that?!

3. What is the first thing you buy for someone else?
I'd pay off my sister's loans too. (Is that considered "buying"?) I'd get a car for my parents, since theirs seems to not want to power its little Volvo-butt down the street. And probably a car for the "damsel" from the other day, since it sucks when your car just dies like that because hey, no one likes a grumpy damsel.

4. Do you give any away? If yes, to whom?
I wouldn't make a huge donation to one charity, but would rather spot-support a bunch of different organizations that needed help for specific things... like my karate group or the cheer teams in 'Bring It On'.

5. Do you invest any? If so, how?
I'd call my friend Ting and let him take care of the rest. He's amazing... bought his own BMW when he was in high school, just from investments that he made.

Thursday, January 29, 2004

battle balls
My cubemate Val and I decided to let loose the animals and see what happened. "Loose" in a loose sort of way; we put them in their little plastic bubbles and let them roll around. Gordito the chinchilla gets a ball about the size of a 4-square-sized cherry ball (from back in those elementary school days), Gabriel the evil-eyed hamster ("he's got red eyes. So help me God he has RED EYES!") gets a little-larger-than-a-cantaloupe-sized ball, and Black&Decker get a softball-sized (hot pink!) ball. On the floor and off they go. We get used to the constant thunking noises as they run into the walls, into our chairs or feet, and into each other. I was distracted watching the hamster and mice chase each other when I heard a funny metal-thunking sound. My body realized what it was before my head did, as I leapt out of my chair and into the back hall. And then came the inevitable: thunk thunk thunkthunkthunk CRASH! I got there just in time to see Gordo take a ride down the stairs, lid popped off and scattered, Gordo just sitting there in his fuzzy chinchilla way as Val and Fiona rushed up behind me. We brought him upstairs, put the lid on him, and shut the door firmly behind us. Meanwhile, we discovered that Black is just a little more exuberant than Decker, and I had to chase them down the hall into a VP's office, remove a very dizzy and tossed Decker from the ball, and direct Black back into his designated bump zone. Captain Red-Eyes seemed to be the only one behaving himself.

Ahh, the advantages of working for a pet-oriented company : )

Wednesday, January 28, 2004

if fire alarm sounds... PANIC.

comforting sign posted on the outside of a building in la jolla
one of the many reasons I adore this woman:
me: "that was it ... my bag of tricks is empty ... what do i do now?"
sil: "well, you can get a NEW bag."
me: "hmm, very optimistic of you."

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

ya-TTA! i just got back from the Parking Adjudication Office of San Diego, and got my unduly-issued parking ticket from September dismissed. Let's see that $80 refund check, baby. I'd like to think that it was my precise logic and undeniable photographic evidence that swung things to my favor, but it may also be the fact that the Administrative Hearing Officer, Mr. Lester Hooker (yikes!), was trying to flirt. Who knows, and really, who cares?
the damsel in distress
not me. but i was there. pushing a big-ass car in little more than a coat and heels. and for some reason i thought it was much funnier than the owner of the big-ass car. maybe if they hadn't been sitting there in the parking lot talking to me, car idling, nothing would have died. but what fun would that have been?

ps - again, my lack of being able to provide details is stiflingly torturous. it's the risk i take, i suppose.

Monday, January 26, 2004

deep breath in...
... and off we go to another week. The weekend FLEW by with the help of some super fantabulous friends and family and mischief afoot. I also have 2 new additions to the menagerie: Black & Decker. 2 little mice that stay at work (since their safety is not guaranteed at home) that will probably end up getting me sued over name copyright infringement. But dang are they cute.

And for those of you in-the-know, can you tell how much of this weekend actually was HEAVILY EDITED out? Ehem, ... ... YEAH. I take my job as "First Amendment Police" (as I was dubbed by spike) very seriously, even in my personal life, seemingly. Though I am truly bursting with wanting to jabber about it all, I will refrain. Leaving me... frustrated.

Friday, January 23, 2004

soon to be a tradition
Ahh, the Friday Five. I've become a Follower:
At this moment, what is your favorite...
1. ...song?
Matchbox 20 - Stop ... Not that the lyrics are fitting to the moment, per se, but I'm digging the hardcore beat of it.

2. ...food?
I like dem apples.

3. ...tv show?
American Idol, but only up until they get through all the auditions. Then it doesn't capture my interest quite so much.

4. ...scent?
Hugo for Women. I love this perfume, but never wear it, really. Someone was wearing it at work today, and I fell in love with it all over again.

5. ...quote?
"If you're not confused, you don't see the big picture."
As uttered by my co-worker and cube-mate Valerie while she was trying to make me feel better for having a huge "I don't know what I'm doing!!" moment in regards to my job... and life in general?

Wednesday, January 21, 2004

Dear Hot Water,
I miss you.

I thought our relationship was flowing well; how could I have forseen you fading away? Every night I wait shivering for your return. But you never quite get there.

I miss our steamy affair, and I can't understand how you could just leave me ...

so ...
cold ...

Tuesday, January 20, 2004

A midget, a progressively more naked chick, 3 ginormous fried turkey legs, "singing" the opening note of the Lion King... and that was just the weekend!

I have realized that there's more than a couple o'things going on in life right now that can never be said here, even if the names are changed to protect... well, whoever, if only for the fact that what I might have to say about the situations would be a little too brutal in its honesty. Not that honesty is a bad thing, but, let's be honest, it's not always the best way to approach life and keep things copacetic. And before anyone decides to preach about "maybe you should go talk to so-and-so", I would like to pre-empt that in saying that not only are some things better left unsaid, but even if they ARE said, here would not be the arena for follow-up. So I'll keep it tucked away for now, and try to think of other things to fill this space.

Friday, January 16, 2004

i haven't used my passport in 5 whole months. It's starting to think i don't love it anymore.

Thursday, January 15, 2004

a thunk smart
how much do i love the fact that these days i have not-as-big-brothered internet access (though not at home... yet)?! Enough to finally get around to fixing my archives on b-hoshi.com so those new to my life can peruse and catch up and those old to my life can reminisce. And hey, it just makes me feel smart to be able to go in and fix the problem in the first place. That, and obviously I'm not terribly busy at work at the moment.

Tuesday, January 13, 2004

your mommy kills puppies
Activists humor me. Although I do tend to think that they waste a lot of energy on their "cause", I think that they also have a couple of priorities outta whack. Specifically, let's talk about the activist group very much seeping into my life on a regular basis. Yes, folks, that would be everyone's favorite crazies: PeTA! They may have nothing against me, but they definitely have something against my job. What makes me simultaneously laugh and shudder are the disturbing things that PeTA does to get its point across. My personal favorite is the latest 'Fur is Murder' campaign involving a comic book about your mom. And the "Pigs are Friends, Not Food" stickers you can order from PeTA Kids are always fun. Working in CustSat, I had my share of run-ins with the crazies, but PeTA mostly operated by correspondance (occassional phone calls, too). But when my boss has to pull me aside to let me know that, hey, by the way, when you try to leave work tonight, you'll see a bunch of PeTA protesters having a candlelight vigil on our front lawn, it makes me wonder if they realize how wacky they are actually appearing. And I wonder if I get more points if I knock one of them over with my car AND their candle goes out...

Monday, January 12, 2004

psssst, just thought you should be aware
I don't think I've ever been in a situation before where SO MANY people are pulling me aside just to tell me about other people. Now, granted, in my new position, I have to work with a whole buttload of people from a whole buttload of departments, but dang if everyone doesn't have an opinion about everyone else!!

Friday, January 09, 2004

and then it happens...
this is getting ridiculous. I came home yesterday to the news that not only did Amy's lock also get broken (well, actually popped OUT on the passenger's side) but her rear window was smashed. BUT the fools didn't take anything....

...riddle me that.

ps - karate boys are cute. It's a problem.

Wednesday, January 07, 2004

Sorry for the delay in daily divulgence. The new job is keeping me on my toes and out of trouble... just like a job should, right?!

Sadly, there seems to be a car curse hovering over me and seeping into the lives of those around me. Starting with the failed attempt to break into my car (resulting in the successful attempt to break my lock), and rolling along to Amy's clutch going out, following with Eric's alternator and radio fiascos. I think my car was having sympathy pains with Amy's and Eric's because it decided to light up it's "Check Engine" light yesterday for no reason (that I can tell) whatsoever. Despite my dad's remedy of click and re-click and then click again the gas cap, the cursed little light still blazes at me with imposing mockery. I already have it on my agenda to get a check up tomorrow (ugh, that was a fun one to coordinate), and the car is running fine, but I ain't no mechanic and would rather not end up in a fiery blazing ball down the 805. Let's just hope that it's my car's way of saying "pamper me!"

Saturday, January 03, 2004

a shot to the soul
Phone rings, Friday lunch break. Part of what held me in SD from not running to Vegas (besides the snowstorm hitting the Sierra Nevada) came up on my phone as the voice of my dear friend Michelle and the background voice of my dear friend Mook. Meeing up with them this morning over Israel travel journals and Japan photos and boysenberry muffins did nothing but completely energize me and remind me of just why good girlfriends are such a vital element of survival, even if you haven't seen them in a couple of years.

Friday, January 02, 2004

starting off on the right foot, the left foot, and marching right along...
Yay for the new job in the new year and other newness that it for sure waiting for me on the horizon (single boys, that may be you!). Boo to the fool who broke the lock on my passenger side door trying to break in.

How tempted am I right now to hop in my car and drive to Vegas? Very. If only I could find someone in the next coupla hours to go with me. And speaking of Vegas, good luck to those karate fools in competition over there. I'm there cheering for you in spirit.

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