A 30 degree difference in 3 days?!? Sunday and Monday will make for great evenings in with pizza, wine, and knitting.
5.18.2006
That Wacky Central Valley Weather!
What the HECK is this all about?
A 30 degree difference in 3 days?!? Sunday and Monday will make for great evenings in with pizza, wine, and knitting.
A 30 degree difference in 3 days?!? Sunday and Monday will make for great evenings in with pizza, wine, and knitting.
I is for Idiosyncrasy
Main Entry: id·io·syn·cra·sy
Pronunciation: "id-E-&-'si[ng]-kr&-sE
Function: noun
Inflected Form: plural -sies
1 : a peculiarity of physical or mental constitution or temperament
I have very few Idiosyncrasies. Seriously. On the whole, it takes a LOT to bug me/annoy me/enrage me. Generally, I am pretty laid-back, mellow chick. Of course, I am human, and there are a couple of things out there I just CAN'T stand.
For example, clothing not appropriate to the body.
Not looking to start a war here, but there are ways that clothing can be tastefully worn and look good on ANY body. Too short, too tight, to many 'lines' in the wrong places.... ick, I just can't stand it. This also includes the (very tiny) girl in front of me today at the bagel shop wearing the super-tight red satin bra under her too-tight white tank top that was WAY to highcut for the VERY low cut running shorts, so much so that I almost started my day with a flash of girly parts.
ETA - Girls, wear what you like, when you want to - more power to yah. Personally I don't like showing the world my beer belly (yes, I totally have one), but if you can rock it, party on!
I also can't stand people who sue over the DUMBEST things. Exhibits A, B, C and D*
*Read the one at the bottom about the hot tub. Jim Carrey, anyone?
Seriously? I would never completely pass judgement until I heard both sides of the story, but I have so sympathy for some of these suits which are blatent attempts at unjust money-whoring.
Finally, the ultimate action that takes me from zero to b*tch in .35 seconds: Bad Drivers. Particularly, Bad Drivers in Fresno.
I am almost embarrassed to admit some of the things I have screamed in my car when I am alone, faced with yet another road moron in this city. I know this sounds VERY harsh, but believe me, there is fact behind this rage.
Point #1 - Fresno drivers are obcessed with parking as close to the entrance of their intended building as possible. There can literally be a spot less than 15 feet away, but Mrs. Jones in her giant SUV will pull up and wait for the family to finish loading their car, put the kids in the kids seats, and pull out so she can get that much closer. That person in the rearview banging their head on the steering wheel? Yeah that's me. I need about 3 more feet to be able to pull into the OPEN parking spot but YOU have caused all 5 of us behind you to wait, because YOU can't be bothered to walk an extra 15 feet.
Point #2 - Bay Area: 65 really means 75. Fresno: 65 means 50. Apparently, I did not get the memo.
Point #3 - "I am the only person on this road" mentality. OK, I KNOW that red means stop. But when I need to turn left, and my light is green, PLEASE do not slow down to 15 four hundred feet before the light so that I have to tailgate your a*s in a fevered attempt to get to MY light in time, all the while you are gabbing on your cell phone, and I miss my light because YOU THINK YOU OWN THIS PLACE. This also applies to applying your makeup in the car and not turning right at a red when there are no cars in sight, swinging into a parking spot inches behind me when I have obviously been backing up for a good 20 seconds, and crusing 20 miles below the speed limit in your Porsche Carrera, because it makes so much sense you would spend that much money on a car to take it 30 in a 50.
OK, so that was the negative post on this site for 2006. Surprisingly, I feel a lot better.
Pronunciation: "id-E-&-'si[ng]-kr&-sE
Function: noun
Inflected Form: plural -sies
1 : a peculiarity of physical or mental constitution or temperament
I have very few Idiosyncrasies. Seriously. On the whole, it takes a LOT to bug me/annoy me/enrage me. Generally, I am pretty laid-back, mellow chick. Of course, I am human, and there are a couple of things out there I just CAN'T stand.
For example, clothing not appropriate to the body.
Not looking to start a war here, but there are ways that clothing can be tastefully worn and look good on ANY body. Too short, too tight, to many 'lines' in the wrong places.... ick, I just can't stand it. This also includes the (very tiny) girl in front of me today at the bagel shop wearing the super-tight red satin bra under her too-tight white tank top that was WAY to highcut for the VERY low cut running shorts, so much so that I almost started my day with a flash of girly parts.
ETA - Girls, wear what you like, when you want to - more power to yah. Personally I don't like showing the world my beer belly (yes, I totally have one), but if you can rock it, party on!
I also can't stand people who sue over the DUMBEST things. Exhibits A, B, C and D*
*Read the one at the bottom about the hot tub. Jim Carrey, anyone?
Seriously? I would never completely pass judgement until I heard both sides of the story, but I have so sympathy for some of these suits which are blatent attempts at unjust money-whoring.
Finally, the ultimate action that takes me from zero to b*tch in .35 seconds: Bad Drivers. Particularly, Bad Drivers in Fresno.
I am almost embarrassed to admit some of the things I have screamed in my car when I am alone, faced with yet another road moron in this city. I know this sounds VERY harsh, but believe me, there is fact behind this rage.
Point #1 - Fresno drivers are obcessed with parking as close to the entrance of their intended building as possible. There can literally be a spot less than 15 feet away, but Mrs. Jones in her giant SUV will pull up and wait for the family to finish loading their car, put the kids in the kids seats, and pull out so she can get that much closer. That person in the rearview banging their head on the steering wheel? Yeah that's me. I need about 3 more feet to be able to pull into the OPEN parking spot but YOU have caused all 5 of us behind you to wait, because YOU can't be bothered to walk an extra 15 feet.
Point #2 - Bay Area: 65 really means 75. Fresno: 65 means 50. Apparently, I did not get the memo.
Point #3 - "I am the only person on this road" mentality. OK, I KNOW that red means stop. But when I need to turn left, and my light is green, PLEASE do not slow down to 15 four hundred feet before the light so that I have to tailgate your a*s in a fevered attempt to get to MY light in time, all the while you are gabbing on your cell phone, and I miss my light because YOU THINK YOU OWN THIS PLACE. This also applies to applying your makeup in the car and not turning right at a red when there are no cars in sight, swinging into a parking spot inches behind me when I have obviously been backing up for a good 20 seconds, and crusing 20 miles below the speed limit in your Porsche Carrera, because it makes so much sense you would spend that much money on a car to take it 30 in a 50.
OK, so that was the negative post on this site for 2006. Surprisingly, I feel a lot better.
5.15.2006
FORE!
Golf
I even managed to out-drive the pictured Associate Dean a couple times, ensuring that I actully contributed to my team in the scamble format! I'm definitely way into golf now. Seriously, even the rising mercury in Fresno isn't detering me from the range. Onward, I say!
Mamma's Day
Gotta love theold young-ish gal
The dinner
Anyway back to the point; it was perfect night (about 75 degrees at 8pm), and everything in mom's backyard is still green and lush and perfect for dinner outside. I sat out there drinking wine and knitting on the Prarie Tunic until about 9pm last night (after scrubbing the kitchen for my mom, of course!). God I love me a summer night in Fresno.
One Final After-Thought...
...photo from my sisters birthday.
After looking through literally 100's of photos her friends took, this one jumped out to me. I have no idea what Lex and I are talking about, but I think it's a pretty freakin' cute photo. Sister-Sister!
Knitting stuff later. I was way too busy this weekend to get anything significant done.
 | Happy to report that I survived the tournament without any stomach muscle pain or completely embarassing moments (unless you count when I shanked the ball into the path of the VP of Enrollment who was playing on a DIFFERENT HOLE). |
I even managed to out-drive the pictured Associate Dean a couple times, ensuring that I actully contributed to my team in the scamble format! I'm definitely way into golf now. Seriously, even the rising mercury in Fresno isn't detering me from the range. Onward, I say!
Mamma's Day
Gotta love the
The dinner
Anyway back to the point; it was perfect night (about 75 degrees at 8pm), and everything in mom's backyard is still green and lush and perfect for dinner outside. I sat out there drinking wine and knitting on the Prarie Tunic until about 9pm last night (after scrubbing the kitchen for my mom, of course!). God I love me a summer night in Fresno.
One Final After-Thought...
...photo from my sisters birthday.
After looking through literally 100's of photos her friends took, this one jumped out to me. I have no idea what Lex and I are talking about, but I think it's a pretty freakin' cute photo. Sister-Sister!
Knitting stuff later. I was way too busy this weekend to get anything significant done.
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