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enamouredI am, semi-officially, twenty-one.
Random stories:
--At work, there are at least two Joshes, and over the intercom, to differentiate between the two, they'll call one Josh (usually this is the guy in recieving) and the other Josh Last-Name-Here. And the other day I was in the restroom getting ready to wash my hands and leave when I hear something over the intercom that sounded vaugely like "Josh Holloway to the gun bar." I naturally double-taked. Because I'm lame.
--I was helping a lady with a pair of infant shoes. She needed a size five, and I finally found her the right color, and after debating with her sister, she decided it might be best to get the little boy a size six. So I get the size six down and show it to her--but the box these shoes were in didn't have paper in them. The lady looks at me and says, "I don't know if I want those shoes." It took me a moment and then I realized that she was insinuating that I was selling her some previously worn shoes or something, since they had no paper on them. I kind of blinked and told her that there was nothing wrong with the shoes--more often than not, the paper had been ripped to shreds and someone took it out, or they'd been returned sans paper.
The best part was when her sister opened up another shoe box, took out the paper, and put them in the box I still had open. I kind of almost laughed then.
--On Thursday night, I bought Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest. And about a half hour/hour ago my mom asked me when my brother and I would get movies that "regular people watch". I knew my mom wouldn't exactly be on board with the pirates, so I told her that the movie would make more sense if she'd seen the first one. Then she explains that she "never liked pirates--they always seemed mean and ugly" and that she never would've thought that I'd "like movies like that". My mom = not getting the appeal of Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom or scruffy!Norrington, which is for the best, I suppose. It'd be kinda awkward for me to watch a movie with her that way. And besides: my favorite movies (besides scads of teen movies and romantic comedies and period dramas and animated things) are heavily composed of action/sci-fi movies with Things That Blow Up and Everyone Dying.
--This leads to another movie story with Mom: last year, my dad was out of town and Ocean's Eleven came on. Ironically, when we rented the movie when it first came out on DVD, my mom practically fast-forwarded through the part where Brad Pitt's in the bar with the gyrating dancers in the boxes (and I was fifteen when this happened, and I was all but wanting to be all, "Mom, I know what a stripper is, and those are not strippers", but I lack a smartass bone in regards to my parents), but she was actually watching the movie on TV. So anyway, Danny Ocean is explaining something about the heist and out of nowhere my mom goes, "Mmm, George Clooney! He is fine." I just kind of looked at her, shrugged, and nodded.
Birthday = going to be kind of icky. We'll be open late and I have to go in and close. Which means no hardcore partying and drinking for me. WOE. Or not. I feel so... weird about this birthday, because like I said before, I haven't celebrated a Major Birthday in years. Right now, I'm worrying if I need to go to the DMV and get a new license. I'm such a little old lady sometimes, I swear.
PS: KELLIE AND LEXA (IF YOU ARE READING), I AM WORKING ON THAT PROJECT FOR SERIOUS. THIS WEEK = THE SUCK. EVERYTHING WILL BE READY FOR STARTING SOON (official date = the 17th?! Is that good?!)
Random stories:
--At work, there are at least two Joshes, and over the intercom, to differentiate between the two, they'll call one Josh (usually this is the guy in recieving) and the other Josh Last-Name-Here. And the other day I was in the restroom getting ready to wash my hands and leave when I hear something over the intercom that sounded vaugely like "Josh Holloway to the gun bar." I naturally double-taked. Because I'm lame.
--I was helping a lady with a pair of infant shoes. She needed a size five, and I finally found her the right color, and after debating with her sister, she decided it might be best to get the little boy a size six. So I get the size six down and show it to her--but the box these shoes were in didn't have paper in them. The lady looks at me and says, "I don't know if I want those shoes." It took me a moment and then I realized that she was insinuating that I was selling her some previously worn shoes or something, since they had no paper on them. I kind of blinked and told her that there was nothing wrong with the shoes--more often than not, the paper had been ripped to shreds and someone took it out, or they'd been returned sans paper.
The best part was when her sister opened up another shoe box, took out the paper, and put them in the box I still had open. I kind of almost laughed then.
--On Thursday night, I bought Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest. And about a half hour/hour ago my mom asked me when my brother and I would get movies that "regular people watch". I knew my mom wouldn't exactly be on board with the pirates, so I told her that the movie would make more sense if she'd seen the first one. Then she explains that she "never liked pirates--they always seemed mean and ugly" and that she never would've thought that I'd "like movies like that". My mom = not getting the appeal of Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom or scruffy!Norrington, which is for the best, I suppose. It'd be kinda awkward for me to watch a movie with her that way. And besides: my favorite movies (besides scads of teen movies and romantic comedies and period dramas and animated things) are heavily composed of action/sci-fi movies with Things That Blow Up and Everyone Dying.
--This leads to another movie story with Mom: last year, my dad was out of town and Ocean's Eleven came on. Ironically, when we rented the movie when it first came out on DVD, my mom practically fast-forwarded through the part where Brad Pitt's in the bar with the gyrating dancers in the boxes (and I was fifteen when this happened, and I was all but wanting to be all, "Mom, I know what a stripper is, and those are not strippers", but I lack a smartass bone in regards to my parents), but she was actually watching the movie on TV. So anyway, Danny Ocean is explaining something about the heist and out of nowhere my mom goes, "Mmm, George Clooney! He is fine." I just kind of looked at her, shrugged, and nodded.
Birthday = going to be kind of icky. We'll be open late and I have to go in and close. Which means no hardcore partying and drinking for me. WOE. Or not. I feel so... weird about this birthday, because like I said before, I haven't celebrated a Major Birthday in years. Right now, I'm worrying if I need to go to the DMV and get a new license. I'm such a little old lady sometimes, I swear.
PS: KELLIE AND LEXA (IF YOU ARE READING), I AM WORKING ON THAT PROJECT FOR SERIOUS. THIS WEEK = THE SUCK. EVERYTHING WILL BE READY FOR STARTING SOON (official date = the 17th?! Is that good?!)
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Date: 2006-12-10 06:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-12-10 06:59 am (UTC)You know, I totally would have explained to your mom that PoTC2 was one of the highest-grossing movies of 2006, therefore being a movie that regular people did indeed watch! I mean, I cannot speak for the "normal people," but I'm presuming they did. *beams*
She was right on about the George Clooney fineness, though. Wooboy.
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Date: 2006-12-10 08:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-10 09:10 am (UTC)when I hear something over the intercom that sounded vaugely like "Josh Holloway to the gun bar." I naturally double-taked.
Heh, I'd do that too.
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Date: 2006-12-10 11:10 am (UTC)Eh maybe it was the real Josh Holloway? Did you check well?
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Date: 2006-12-10 03:52 pm (UTC)Your Mom stories remind me of the time we watched "My Girl" in school and the teacher fast-forwarded past the part where Vada got her period. I remember we all knew what was going on and thought it was annoying but hilarious that the teacher thought she had to go past that part.
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Date: 2006-12-10 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-10 06:00 pm (UTC)Happy Birthday, and the 17th is a good start date.
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