Sometimes the right decision is made and only good came come of it. This is one of those moments.
If you don't know what I'm talking about, Sam Spiteri is a boy with spastic quadriplegic cerebral palsy who has a pony that he uses for therapy. His neighbors complained of the smell and the family was told by the city council that the pony would have to be removed. (short version)
But thankfully, sense and humanity prevailed, and he gets to keep his pony.
Happy joy! ^_______________________^
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Shopping frustrations >_<
Somehow I ended up looking at baby toys and thought it would be nice to buy something for Dante, for his 5-month-ary. So I went to ToysRUs.com and tried to search for toys by age range. Well their first age range is 0-12 months. Kind of large and encompassing for an age range, methinks, since there is a huge difference between what a 3 month old and a 9 month old can play with, let alone 2 months vs 11 months! So I went to Amazon. Their age range is 0-24 months! WTF?!
Fine, I thought, I'll go brand-specific! Go to Fisher-Price.com. Their age ranges are 0-5 months, then 6-11. ZOMG! Fantastic! ... except that strangely, they don't have all their products on their page! Argh! >_<
I just want to buy my 5 month old kid a toy that he'll a) love and b) be able to play with for hours on end ... is that too much to ask? XD
(Hint: yes it is.)
Fine, I thought, I'll go brand-specific! Go to Fisher-Price.com. Their age ranges are 0-5 months, then 6-11. ZOMG! Fantastic! ... except that strangely, they don't have all their products on their page! Argh! >_<
I just want to buy my 5 month old kid a toy that he'll a) love and b) be able to play with for hours on end ... is that too much to ask? XD
(Hint: yes it is.)
Monday, November 10, 2008
I wasn't even supposed to BE here today!!!
ARGH!!! Lo voy a ... argh!!! Se supone que hoy es mi día libre. Trabajo 8 horas y media todos los días para que cada 3 semanas pueda tomarme un día libre. Hoy iba a dormir y hacer mandados (sí se pueden hacer las dos cosas).
Pero no. Como los otros dos miembros del equipo de soporte del nuevo proceso de presupuestos no están, yo soy la única que puede ayudarles a los POBRES gerentestúpidos con sus presupuestos, porque no puedenhacer nada solos, siempre necesitan que alguien les tome de la mano y les diga que todo va a salir bien.
El viernes una de las gerentestúpidas se quejó de que no sabía lo que estaba haciendo, a pesar de que entrenamos a todos los gerentestúpidos, pero bueno, bueno, para eso estamos, para volver a enseñarles cosas que ya les enseñamos. Por eso son gerentes, para no tener que aprender nada.
Así que el viernes mi compañeroestúpido me repitió como 35 veces que no se me olvidara ayudarle a la gerentestúpida el lunes. No se te olvide! Ey, el lunes tienes que ayudarle a fulana! Que tengas un buen fin de semana y que no se te olvide ayudarle a fulana! etc. etc.
Así que hoy vine en mi día libre a ayudarle a la gerentestúpida. No alcancé a darle el biberón de la mañana a mi niño (se lo van a dar en la guardería), pero alcancé a llegar a tiempo para ayudarle ala gerentestúpida que no entiende instrucciones y que por cierto me cae mal por unos incidentes telenovelescos. Pero esa es otra historia.
Llego al trabajo en mi día libre, no tengo nada que hacer en todo el día más que ayudarle a esa gerentestúpida ... y la gerentestúpida que tanto estaba sufriendo y tanta ayuda urgente necesitaba?
ESTÁ DE VACACIONES HOY Y MAÑANA.
Más vale que me aleje de la computadora porque sería muy malo escribirle un email a mi compañeroestúpido ahorita ò_ó
Pero no. Como los otros dos miembros del equipo de soporte del nuevo proceso de presupuestos no están, yo soy la única que puede ayudarles a los POBRES gerentestúpidos con sus presupuestos, porque no puedenhacer nada solos, siempre necesitan que alguien les tome de la mano y les diga que todo va a salir bien.
El viernes una de las gerentestúpidas se quejó de que no sabía lo que estaba haciendo, a pesar de que entrenamos a todos los gerentestúpidos, pero bueno, bueno, para eso estamos, para volver a enseñarles cosas que ya les enseñamos. Por eso son gerentes, para no tener que aprender nada.
Así que el viernes mi compañeroestúpido me repitió como 35 veces que no se me olvidara ayudarle a la gerentestúpida el lunes. No se te olvide! Ey, el lunes tienes que ayudarle a fulana! Que tengas un buen fin de semana y que no se te olvide ayudarle a fulana! etc. etc.
Así que hoy vine en mi día libre a ayudarle a la gerentestúpida. No alcancé a darle el biberón de la mañana a mi niño (se lo van a dar en la guardería), pero alcancé a llegar a tiempo para ayudarle ala gerentestúpida que no entiende instrucciones y que por cierto me cae mal por unos incidentes telenovelescos. Pero esa es otra historia.
Llego al trabajo en mi día libre, no tengo nada que hacer en todo el día más que ayudarle a esa gerentestúpida ... y la gerentestúpida que tanto estaba sufriendo y tanta ayuda urgente necesitaba?
ESTÁ DE VACACIONES HOY Y MAÑANA.
Más vale que me aleje de la computadora porque sería muy malo escribirle un email a mi compañeroestúpido ahorita ò_ó
Friday, October 24, 2008
Random Insanity
1.- This makes no sense, but it rhymes, and it's messing with my head, man! >_< :
barrack:
1. To shout in support: to cheer.
2. To shout against: to jeer.
2.- Every time I go to Subway I cough. There's something in the air at every single Subway that makes me cough. WTF is it?! I've gone to many different Subways and they all make me cough! Argh! >_<
3.- It's Friday, yay!
4.- Dante has eczema. Ohnoes! Poor baby u_u
5.- I love my G1. I don't care that my house is out of the 3G range, I still love it. I'm addicted to "mem" and YouTube-in-my-pocket.
6.- I also love Sirius! Except it makes me not listen to NPR so I have no clue what's going on in the world >_> ... But Hair Nation>>>all!
barrack:
1. To shout in support: to cheer.
2. To shout against: to jeer.
2.- Every time I go to Subway I cough. There's something in the air at every single Subway that makes me cough. WTF is it?! I've gone to many different Subways and they all make me cough! Argh! >_<
3.- It's Friday, yay!
4.- Dante has eczema. Ohnoes! Poor baby u_u
5.- I love my G1. I don't care that my house is out of the 3G range, I still love it. I'm addicted to "mem" and YouTube-in-my-pocket.
6.- I also love Sirius! Except it makes me not listen to NPR so I have no clue what's going on in the world >_> ... But Hair Nation>>>all!
Friday, October 17, 2008
Celebrity Dreams
It is once again time for a segment I like to call "Mariana's craizy(sic) dreams" ... although most people would just call it "WTF?"
We start with last week's crazy celebrity dream. In this one, Dave Mustaine and Sarah Silverman had joined forces to hatch an evil plan to kill me. They managed to kidnap me and tie me to a chair which was then strapped to the rear bumper of a big old convertible Cadillac (yes, my dreams ARE that detailed). As I sat there, immobilized, they laughed at their wonderful plan.
"You'll never get out of this one," they chortled. "We've got David Keith in the driver's seat, and as soon as we give him the signal, he's going to drive away, dragging you behind him, until you die."
"Arrrgghh!!" I said, frustrated and very angry. "You better hope I don't escape, Dave Mustaine, because if I do, and I manage to get a gun, I WILL shoot you!" I threatened. I used his full name because in dreams, you have to use celebrities' full names when referring to them. Dave Mustaine just laughed.
At that moment, a car ran over him and Sarah Silverman, instantly killing them. What luck! I managed to wriggle free of the chair and climb into the Cadillac, plopping right into the passenger's seat. Somehow, on the way, I managed to find a gun. I pointed said gun at David Keith.
"You can't shoot me," he said calmly. "I'm David Keith, and you really liked me in 'Off and Running'."
Dang! He was right! How could I argue with his Cyndi Lauper movie name-dropping logic? There was only one thing left to do: I ditched the gun and proceeded to seduce David Keith so that he'd let me go.
The End.
Discussion questions: why did Dave Mustaine want to kill me? What was his relationship with Sarah Silverman? Why did I seduce David Keith when I already had a gun and was no longer immobilized? I could have just run away. As many would ask: WTF?
Anyway, on to last night's dream.
I dreamt I tried to seduce (and ergo, deflower) one of the Jonas Brothers. Since everything I know about the Jonas Brothers I learned from reading the captions under the pictures in the Rolling Stone cover story a few months back, in the dream I kept calling the one I was trying to seduce "Nick Jonas", when in reality (I learned 5 minutes ago), I was apparently trying to seduce "Joe Jonas". What a faux pas! No wonder he didn't succumb to my wiles.
We were ... somewhere, at a cocktail party. Paterfamilias Jonas showed up with his sons in tow, and I immediately noticed that they were bored. I volunteered to show them the town, and Jonas Sr. actually gave me his sons. Riiiight. So I took them to a club (yes, a club) and no, I did NOT get them drunk. But as previously stated, I focused my attentions on what's-his-name, Joe. He resisted, even though the dream story spanned WEEKS of me really trying to get this kid in bed. Seriously, another fact I just learned 5 minutes ago? He's 18. The bright side? Legal. The down side? Creepy. In the end, I did NOT prevail. His virtue was left unspoiled and my dastardly plan was foiled. Frankly, I think we can all be relieved together.
Discussion questions: no, seriously, WTF?
Aaaaand on that note, I go enjoy my Friday, yay! ^_^
We start with last week's crazy celebrity dream. In this one, Dave Mustaine and Sarah Silverman had joined forces to hatch an evil plan to kill me. They managed to kidnap me and tie me to a chair which was then strapped to the rear bumper of a big old convertible Cadillac (yes, my dreams ARE that detailed). As I sat there, immobilized, they laughed at their wonderful plan.
"You'll never get out of this one," they chortled. "We've got David Keith in the driver's seat, and as soon as we give him the signal, he's going to drive away, dragging you behind him, until you die."
"Arrrgghh!!" I said, frustrated and very angry. "You better hope I don't escape, Dave Mustaine, because if I do, and I manage to get a gun, I WILL shoot you!" I threatened. I used his full name because in dreams, you have to use celebrities' full names when referring to them. Dave Mustaine just laughed.
At that moment, a car ran over him and Sarah Silverman, instantly killing them. What luck! I managed to wriggle free of the chair and climb into the Cadillac, plopping right into the passenger's seat. Somehow, on the way, I managed to find a gun. I pointed said gun at David Keith.
"You can't shoot me," he said calmly. "I'm David Keith, and you really liked me in 'Off and Running'."
Dang! He was right! How could I argue with his Cyndi Lauper movie name-dropping logic? There was only one thing left to do: I ditched the gun and proceeded to seduce David Keith so that he'd let me go.
The End.
Discussion questions: why did Dave Mustaine want to kill me? What was his relationship with Sarah Silverman? Why did I seduce David Keith when I already had a gun and was no longer immobilized? I could have just run away. As many would ask: WTF?
Anyway, on to last night's dream.
I dreamt I tried to seduce (and ergo, deflower) one of the Jonas Brothers. Since everything I know about the Jonas Brothers I learned from reading the captions under the pictures in the Rolling Stone cover story a few months back, in the dream I kept calling the one I was trying to seduce "Nick Jonas", when in reality (I learned 5 minutes ago), I was apparently trying to seduce "Joe Jonas". What a faux pas! No wonder he didn't succumb to my wiles.
We were ... somewhere, at a cocktail party. Paterfamilias Jonas showed up with his sons in tow, and I immediately noticed that they were bored. I volunteered to show them the town, and Jonas Sr. actually gave me his sons. Riiiight. So I took them to a club (yes, a club) and no, I did NOT get them drunk. But as previously stated, I focused my attentions on what's-his-name, Joe. He resisted, even though the dream story spanned WEEKS of me really trying to get this kid in bed. Seriously, another fact I just learned 5 minutes ago? He's 18. The bright side? Legal. The down side? Creepy. In the end, I did NOT prevail. His virtue was left unspoiled and my dastardly plan was foiled. Frankly, I think we can all be relieved together.
Discussion questions: no, seriously, WTF?
Aaaaand on that note, I go enjoy my Friday, yay! ^_^
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