6.29.2003

Ignorance is bliss...And then someone points it out.

Mike (12:10:30 AM): you there tonight, or are you just teasing again? [referring to my FOOLED YOU idle message.]
OhranjShorts (12:12:48 AM): no. i'm here.
Mike (12:13:00 AM): ah. okay.
Mike (12:13:11 AM): How are you tonight? Busy?
OhranjShorts (12:13:28 AM): Not at the moment.
OhranjShorts (12:13:34 AM): Are you at work or something?
Mike (12:14:07 AM): yup. kinda. My shift was over a little while ago. I just stayed on to abuse the internet privaleges.
OhranjShorts (12:14:20 AM): Good stuff.
Mike (12:15:17 AM): so... how's Mia doing?
OhranjShorts (12:15:29 AM): She's fine. She's with her dad tonight.
OhranjShorts (12:17:36 AM): It's the first time he's had her overnight.
OhranjShorts (12:17:46 AM): So I've got my cell phone on and available.
Mike (12:19:20 AM): That must be exciting for the dad. First time taking care of a kid for him?
OhranjShorts (12:19:28 AM): Yeah.
OhranjShorts (12:19:38 AM): He's spent a lot of time with her over here.
OhranjShorts (12:19:42 AM): So he should be okay.
OhranjShorts (12:20:05 AM): He's called twice just to ask about feeding and how she prefers to be put to bed.
Mike (12:20:27 AM): That's good. I hope you two work things out.
OhranjShorts (12:20:46 AM): We're friends.
OhranjShorts (12:20:50 AM): There is no working things out.
OhranjShorts (12:20:53 AM): I don't like him.
Mike (12:21:04 AM): hmmm... maybe that's not what I meant.
Mike (12:21:28 AM): work it out enough that Mia gets a mommy and a daddy.
Mike (12:21:59 AM): at least in her life. you two don't have to like each other.
OhranjShorts (12:22:45 AM): she has that. and i plan to get married one day and give her a really good role model and a shining example of a successful marriage.
OhranjShorts (12:23:05 AM): as far as shawn goes, he just needs to be there for her and she needs to know that he takes an active interest in her life.
Mike (12:24:22 AM): well.. it's just that I really truely wonder how all these outa wedlock kids is goin' to affect the country.
OhranjShorts (12:24:37 AM): excuse me?
Mike (12:24:43 AM): *sighs* Maybe I just know too many single mothers.
OhranjShorts (12:25:24 AM): what exactly are you trying to say? **note** any conversations we have are subject to posting
Mike (12:26:22 AM): please don't post. I had a terrible fight with a friend of mine over the asumption of privacy like this.
OhranjShorts (12:27:05 AM): well a. we're not really friends..and b. i'm really interested to here what kind of "effect" you think my daughter is going to have on society.
OhranjShorts (12:29:42 AM): I hope you're typing. Because I would hate to think that my posting a conversation would effect whatever ignorant remark you were going to make before my disclaimer.
Mike signed off at 12:31:21 AM.

Apparently it did.

[edit] He came back using the "faulty internet defense."

Click here for the rest of the conversation.

** Except the AIM identity of the ignorant, this conversation has not been altered.

Posted by Deir at 23:38 | |

Ramada.

I went up to the Ramada Inn to visit with Dianna and to have her reserve a room in Conway, SC (just outside Myrtle Beach) for the trip in August. I was just looking up the rates to see how much we would be saving at $66 a night, and apparently the "employee rate" they quoted is $12 more than what is listed on line. Weird...but nothing that can't be taken care of tomorrow. That's not the reason I'm posting anyway. This is going to be a dialog format, so here are the players: Di is Dianna, Deir is me (duh); OG is the Other Girl I didn't know; Guy #1 and Guy #2 are two guys that poked their heads into the breakroom we were in with the door near the beach access propped open.

[Di, OG, and Deir sitting in Ramada breakroom talking. Guy #1 and Guy #2 enter stage left]

Guy #1: Hello Ladies
Di, Deir, OG: Hi.
Guy #2: Don't you work at Hooters? [to me]
Deir: Yeah.
Guy #2: See? I never forget a face. [Funny though, because I did]
Guy #1: So where's the party at? What are y'all doin' after this?
Di: Mmm...nothing. We're at work.
Deir: I'm just visiting.
Guy #1: You ladies aren't going to party after here?
OG: I'm Mormon...I don't party, it's against my religion
Di: I just don't party.
Deir: I have a kid...I don't party.
Guy #1: Wow. I'm picking up a lot of hints here. You're a Mormon, you straight up just don't party and you've got the kid excuse. Lotsa hints ladies.
Deir: You know what's funny?
Guy #1: What's that?
Deir: It's funny that you picked up on all those hints, but you're still here.
Guy #1: Alright, alright...I see how it is.
Deir: Have a good night.

[Guy #1 and Guy #2 exit stage right]

Posted by Deir at 22:47 | |

12.

12 mosquito bites...8 of which are probably larger than the mosquitos actually were. I have a 25% chance of getting West Nile virus. D'oh.

The mosquito bites were worth it anyway...I shouldn't be complaining.

Posted by Deir at 06:58 | |

6.28.2003

WOW.

That one single word sums up my weekend ;)

6.27.2003

National "Do Not Call" list.

Hurry up and register your phone number now at www.donotcall.gov. If you register before Sept. 1, 2003, MOST telemarketers will stop calling and you MAY file a complaint if they don't.

6.26.2003

The Wreck.

It was a bright and sunny day. I was cruising through the Downtown tunnel into Portsmouth when all of the sudden, the traffic in front of me was stopped. YIKES. So I screech to a stop and the car behind me follows suit veering slightly to the left so as to avoid a collision. Smart move. Too bad the people behind him didn't have the same idea. They crashed into the car behind me which then crashes in to me. I didn't hit the car in front of me, of course. Even though I had to come to a quick stop, I was still able to maintain a safe distance. :)

The car behind me backed up and pulled over to the right so our accident wasn't blocking the WHOLE tunnel. And the car that hit him decided they didn't really feel like sticking around. They left but not quick enough!! I got their license plate number and recorded it to give to the State Trooper later. VDOT came quickly and cleared us out of the tunnel to a safe pull-off so we could wait 35 minutes for the Officer. No big deal. I had my cell phone :)

So the Officer gets there and I go through my version of the accident and the driver of Car #2 is in agreement. The Officer began taking down my information and got to the "occupation" box.

I said, "Student, Single Mom, Hooters Girl, take your pick."

Officer 951 asked, "Oh really? Hooters? Which one?"

"Virginia Beach."

"Oh, I was just there last night, we go every Wednesday night."

"Really? You should go on Tuesday for All Y'all Can Eat [yes we call it that] wing night...Only $7.99," I suggested.

"I thought we had that last night." He must have been confused.

I straightened him out, "No, you probably were there between 5 and 6 for Happy Hour 25 cent wings."

"Oh yeah, that's right."

So yeah. He fills out the paperwork and we follow him to a Texaco station on Effingham where car #3 is supposedly waiting for us. No such luck...It was just a witness that had called from there to report a hit-and-run accident in the tunnel. That's nice though. No one in the tunnel asked if we were okay or offered any assistance. Incidentally, the accident caused much more than $1,000 in damage and should the driver of the runaway Olds be caught, he/she will be charged with felony hit-and-run.

I went to the hospital after my 1:30 hair appointment and was told I have a pulled trapezius with spasm. Nice.

Camp White Tail

Read all about the nudist camp for kids ages 11-18.

That smell.

Have you ever noticed that no matter what kind of sandwich you get from Subway, it smells just like any other when it's saved to be eaten later? It must be the bread.

I was in a car accident today...Mia wasn't with me, thank God. It wasn't my fault, thank God. And no one was hurt, again, thank the good Lord. I'll be posting the details later.

6.21.2003

Note: Map not drawn to scale.




legend:
GC=Golden Corral
H=Hooters
W=Wendy's
those uneven lines=parking spots


Since the beginning of the "busy season" at Hooters, management has decided (apparently for the second summer in a row) to strike a deal with Golden Corral. Hooters management pays GC a fee that allows our employees to use the northeastern most row of parking spaces; our evening closing shift workers are allowed to park in the Hooters parking lot. ANYWAY...compliant with the new rule, I parked in the GC lot this morning and trekked down the dirt road to work. At 5 o'clock, I changed clothes and headed out the door to hike back to my car only to find it with a flat tire. I called my friend Dianna and went back to Hooters to order her some wings (one good deed deserve wings).

When I got BACK to Hooters and started bitching about my car, I found out another girl found a her car with a flat yesterday afternoon. I also found out that a girl had her car broken into last summer and was given permission to park at Wendy's. AND last week, someone was STABBED in the GC parking lot. It wasn't a Hooters employee and apparently it had been some sort of revenge type thing...but still. I don't want to be witnessing crimes and stuff and then have to run down the dirt road back to safety at Hooters. Flat tires and stabbings aside, we are harassed by some of the guys that work at GC if our arrival coincides with their smoke breaks.

I told my manager this evening that I will no longer be parking at Golden Corral. The parking there isn't supposed to cost us anything, but I had to have it towed (courtesy of SunCom roadside assistance...gotta love my cell phone) and it's going to cost me a minimum of $16.99+tax when it's picked up at Merchant's Tire & Auto tomorrow. If I want to pay that much for parking, I'll just go back to Waterside and pay $4/day.

Because Hooters won't allow us to park in our own parking lot due to limited spaces and "high customer volumes," it really is their responsibility to provide us with a SAFE alternative. GC is NOT safe and I'm sorry, but a 95 lb. cook walking me out to my car after dark or even before is really only for the company. He should be thanking ME for protecting HIM.

What's up Dano?

Blogger has converted me to their new version....so from now on, any errors (exluding spelling and grammar) will be blamed on the new system.

6.19.2003

And the comments would be where?

Squawkbox is becoming more of a visiting commenting system than a permanent fixture on the site, and I can't exactly say I'm thrilled about the whole situation. I'm open to suggestions.

And I'm getting kinda bored with illustrating my posts with random online photos and graphics. So...if that's a problem for you, leave a comment. Wait! You can't! HA! Just throw some words in the shoutbox.

Get out of my dreams, get into your crib!

Some modified Billy Ocean for the 80's lover in you. I'm working on getting Mia to sleep in her crib full-time. She's 9 mos.+...I just think it's time. She's starting to sprawl...I'm starting to lose pillows...it's just nuts, really. Plus I'm planning on going out of town for a weekend in August and I don't want her to be traumatized by not having me right next to her for a few nights. Poor baby.

Mossimo? Mossimore!

I wore some linen pants into work last weekend and one of the girls said "I love your pants...where'd you get them?" My reply was, "Target." And she said "Oh...." disappointed they didn't cost $327, I guess. People are so annoying. They were Mossimo linen pants...I have 3 pair :) And I actually bought two more pairs of Mossimo pants today. I remember when I used to pay $65 for Mossimo jeans at The Buckle...I'm excited they're less than $30 now. Again, people are so annoying.


My Mia. What character she has :) This morning she was sitting in her high chair eating some Kix (kid tested, mother approved) and drinking some Juicy Juice. As ALL babies do, she picked up her bottle, moved her hands over the side of her high chair and dropped. She let her hands linger over the edge just for effect. I didn't move from my seat to get it right away (it's not like she was getting it back anyway) and she peered over the edge of her chair and reached her little hands over as far as she could and grunted like she was trying to use her go go gadget arms to save the day. Right. Cute. She got the bottle back, but I took her out of her chair.

6.17.2003


NITV and its television rivals, along with five L.A.-based Farsi radio stations, are picked up in Iran by illegal satellite dishes hidden under blankets or concealed in tanks.

Ok. I get the concealed in tanks part...but under blankets? Come on.

To Hootress or not to Hootress...

I was telling Noggin, the co-author of drunkadelic, that I redid my site. He said it "needs a title..." or something to that effect. The title is: Frozen...no salt. It's the way I like my margaritas and it's also kind of a metaphor. If I have to explain, you probably agree with Noggin. Too bad for you.

Confessions...I have nothing to confess. I have pictures of my baby to show off and I have the occasional good story to tell...but this isn't the website you come to for the sordid details of the life of a single hootress...find a hootress sans bebe for that.

So new title...and my name. I am willing to claim what I am writing on here...so why not? It's not like I published my social security number, right?

The new template...Anne left a comment under Mia's picture and I looked at her site, followed a link, and got my template from miz graphics. So thanks to all involved in that chain of events.

6.16.2003

Blah blah blah.

I'm getting bored with my template again. Expect something different in the next few days.

I went to ECPI Medical Careers Institute this morning. I had an appt. with one of the women in admissions. On Thursday, I am enrolling in the Medical Assisting session beginning in early September. The program is 8.5 mos. long...5 days a week, 8am-1:30pm. I'm very excited.

I thought when I started this post that I'd have more to say.

I guess not.

D'oh.

6.11.2003



Happy Birthday to Me :)

6.09.2003

Baby Blue Eyes

6.05.2003

Speaking of "friends"...

How about Friendster, folks? It's very interesting. Interesting enough, in fact, for TIME.com to write this article. Check out the article, check out Friendster, and then become MY friend. Just use my hootress e-mail address to add me to your list. I think someone may have already added me that I'm not acquainted with other than online and I may have accidentally rejected that person...d'oh!! If it was you, just try again!!

6.04.2003

à point.

JLC767 (10:44:08 PM): that's just me fucking with you.
JLC767 (10:44:08 PM): i don't really think like that.

Could my friends BE more annoying?

Seriously though. I never know what my friends are thinking. I have two friends that pick fights with me all the time. If I say something happened, they'll deny deny deny until I go out of my mind, get annoyed with them and ultimately get ticked. 9 times out of 10 they don't ACTUALLY disagree with me, they just want me to get annoyed. Why do they do it? I know the answer because I've asked them both. "It's so fun to disagree with you, you get so mad!!" Of course I get mad...these aren't opinions they're backing up, they are actually trying to argue whether or not something actually happened, or they're trying to argue about something I do or don't do. Once I told Liz I thought someone may have put something in one of my drinks down at the Block. I don't actually KNOW if that happened, but I didn't remember a 12 hour chunk of time...and that NEVER happens to me. I NEVER drink SO much that I forget where we went, who we saw, what I paid for, what I didn't, how we got home, etc. Liz said, "Nonono...none of the rest of us got drugged, so why would you?" WHAT?! Are you JOKING me? It's not like I was accusing a bartender of poisoning me and the 3 girls I was out with that night...I was accusing some of the guys I may have talked to of being jerks. Cindy does the same thing...not as EXTREME as Liz, but annoying nonetheless. Now I have JESSE being annoying and accusing me of leading every single guy I'm friends with to believe in a non-existant romantic future with me so I can turn around and be a bitch to them. Right. I don't do that. I can't help it if guys get to know me and discover how cool I am and then dream up the romantic futures on their own, can I?